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Recieved: 2003/02/26 18:59
Subject: Re: [K-list] Amazing...
From: Mystress Angelique Serpent
On 2003/02/26 18:59, Mystress Angelique Serpent posted thus to the K-list:
At 08:27 AM 26/02/03, Michael A. Read wrote:
>Oh, I don't know Mystress, Ma'am.
I did not know either. Hety explained it, via *private* mail, last week.
> But it does throw the mind for a loop at first. It's like the universe
> is playing a little joke on itself.
>No, it's not as dramatic as having one's brain massaged at two in the
>morning ...sometimes the old force of love and laughter likes to play subtle,
OK.. speaking of mind loops, love, laughter, portals, massaged brains
and drama...
I'll tell the story of a little adventure I had this weekend.
druid likes to go sailing in Feb. I think that is crazy bonkers but I
wanted some fresh air so I went along, we did some salmon fishing. Salmon
fishing is very boring unless you are catching something... ya got the
downrigger thingy and a holder for the fishing rod, and the boat trolls
slowly back and forth where the fishes are supposed to be... druid and I
have not caught a salmon in about 10 years, except for that one I caught
with my leather jumpsuit,... but that is another story. :)
Being rather bored of salmon fishing, I asked druid to lower the dinghy
so I could paddle around shallower water and cast for other fishies (Rock
cod, flounder) while he did the salmon fishing thing with the sailboat. Set
out the crab trap, etc. The little wart of a cove I was in, had quite a
strong current and the wind she was a-blowin'. I got tired of having to set
down my rod and row back to the spot I had chosen every 5 minutes.
There had been a gale warning, but it was not a gale. The little boat
was drifting so quickly, that if I cast to the left, I'd be reeling in on
the right... boat drifted past the lure in the time it took to let the bait
sink and reel it in. So, when the boat drifted up against a ... what do ya
call them, anchored floating yellow tire thingies for tying boats up to, I
did.
I knew I was getting pretty cold... felt it, and noticed how clumsy my
cigarette rolling fingers were getting, and how the dinghy being yanked on
the rope with the waves jolted my body. Nothing to do about it, so I did
not pay much attention. At some point I heard an engine behind me, and
there looming up above me was druid in 'Far Cove', less than 20 feet away.
A 36' sailboat looks really big when you are in an 8' dinghy. Well, good to
see him but usually I'd have been aware of his presence sooner. Hmm...
intreesting.
So, I untied from the tire thingy (mooring float?) and rowed over to Far
Cove so he could catch the line and tow me back over to where I'd left the
crab trap so I could haul it up. It felt unusually heavy... not because it
was full of crabs, there were none... but because of the current and
because druid was still towing us away from the rocks.
'Sailboat on the rocks' is not a drink, it is a very bad thing and he
is pretty hypervigilant in avoiding it. Far Cove will float without hitting
bottom in 8' of water but he gets really nervous unless there is least 60'
under her. The yellow polyproplene rope also felt pretty nasty to my cold
wet hands.
Once that was done, I handed my fishing gear and everything up to him,
with some difficulty because the dinghy would not stay close to the
sailboat. It was not till *much* later I realized it was because the
sailboat was still motoring away from the rocks, so as not to be swept into
them.
Then I tried to get myself onto the sailboat. I was hanging onto the
sailboat ladder with one hand and preparing to get out when the dinghy
started to capsize... it was quick and slow motion both at once. I kind of
went uh-oh seeing the rim next to my butt, nearest the ladder go under
water and immediately opted to go over the side and into the water so the
dinghy would not go right upside down, which would make it harder to haul
out and possibly hit me onna head. The smart thing to do would have been to
get go of that ladder, I guess... but it already seemed too late for that.
As soon as I was in the cold, cold water my body had one of those
reactions... like immediate alert-calm-oh shit, pay serious attention
because your life is in real danger sorta thing. Focus or die. I was
wearing three layers of clothes, rubber boots and a long, heavy wool coat.
Ocean water in Feb can kill in moments, just from cold cold damn cold
water! druid was yelling for me to hang onto the boat, and sounding very
frightened for me. I was hanging on. You betcha!
... ( he later said that because I am a strong swimmer, he was afraid I
would let go of the dinghy and try to swim for the ladder. Three minutes in
water that cold and your limbs become paralyzed. I gave him a look, and he
amended that I am a strong swimmer but not stupid. Well, actually I was
cold enough to be pretty stupid or I'd not have capsized the dinghy! )
He pulled on the rope and hauled the dinghy I was clinging to, over to
the sailboat ladder and I managed to get hand, then my knee, then my very
heavy booted foot into it and climb out. Noticing that already my limbs
were not working very well, and boots full of water are really heavy. My
shoulders and hat were still dry.
Once aboard I started laughing, and kept giggling for the next two
hours. Laughing at my silly self... but in retrospect, possibly some shock
reaction too. I laugh, when it hurts. I peeled off my wet clothes and found
some dry ones of his. Peeling off cold wet jeans is almost as hard as
taking off a wet suit, and I think that simple task took me about 10
minutes... what with the cold hands and the giggling...
I kept reassuring him that I was OK, because he'd sounded so scared for
me.
Did too good a job of it I guess, because he did not start the diesel
heater so I could really warm up, till I thought to remind him again, three
hours later. Did some research on hypothermia the next day, it said when
someone who is hypothermic tells you they are OK, don't believe them. uh-huh.
(what does this have to do with Kundalini? you are wondering... be
patient, I'm getting to that)
In the meantime I sat in the cabin, wrapped in a blanket, wearing
druid's clothes and tried to get warm. Not very successfully, in hindsight.
Drank a hot beverage. Tried to get warm. Read a book. At one point my DB
told me to put the book down and pay attention, so I did... feeling like
maybe there was something he wanted to tell me about my condition... but
my brain was too fuzzy to grok the messages clearly. I was shown some
blockages and surrendered them. Assumed they were mine, because why would I
be taking on stuff when I'm not ok myself? Felt kind of like they might not
be, but really was not sure. Fuzzy, fuzzy brain. I wanted to lie down and
nap but that is wrong for hypothermia. I knew I would just get colder, and
maybe not wake up again.
druid got the stove started, and I found a sweatshirt with a hood, and
some old shoes. At that point I was able to get warm enough to go from the
sailboat to the van, once we docked, but I was shivering uncontrollably and
my teeth were chattering by the time I got there. Turned the van heater up
full blast. Intended to have a warm bath when I got home, but I was just
too tired. Did not actually feel warm again till after a hot bath, the next
day.
When I got home, there was an email from one of my students thanking me
for showing up in her meditation, and clearing some blockages from her...
supplying the background for the odd messages, and identifying the
blockages I'd been asked to clear, as hers. Hmm...
Seemed kind of strange that I'd be off working on someone when I myself
was so messed up... and it has taken me until just now to remember some
stray thoughts that explain it. Before picking up the book, I had been
trying to get the Tummo fire sparked to warm me, and not having much luck.
Power chakra was colder than I can ever remember. Wet ashes, no fire.
I had the impression all available karma fuel for the tummo stove had
been burnt while I was fishing, and I had idly wondered where to get some
more. Who I could tap into and feed on their karma. Did not want to muck
with druid's energy while he was busy sailing, and he, like most folks I am
close enough to, to have permission to snack on, don't have enough karma
left to really make a meal of.
Of course, my brain was so fuzzy I forgot all about that, and
surrendered the blockages instead of burning them... thinking about that
just gives me more of the same giggles as when I was aboard the boat. Which
kind of tells me I'm not fully recovered, yet. I do know my brain is not
back up to speed, so to speak, (as you might be able to tell, from the
wandering nature of my tale...) but I am mostly feeling warm.
Yesterday I was getting an occasional whiff of warm rubber, it seemed
to be coming from the fridge but maybe the furnace. Could not think what to
do about it. Fell asleep on the couch last night and woke to druid putting
another blanket over me, telling me the furnace fan had died. Cold seems to
be a recurring theme, here...
Tummo fire is working as I write this, so... I am warm. Maybe I'll
tinker with the system, a bit. Tibetan Tummo is specific to keeping warm in
the cold, but Serpent Fire Tummo is for enhancing K process by burning
karma blockages... although I used to use it to keep warm, as a teenager.
Guess some stray intention changed it. <shrug>
Anyhow... For the next hour I will be in the K-list chatroom, anybody
who wants to drop in and offer me some karma to stoke my fire is welcome.
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