The Violet Flame
Dear friend,
The street is full of sounds.
The thump of a house party, somewhere nearby in the damp and the dark.
The crump of gunpowder.
Music.
Voices.
Sirens.
In between; silent space.
It’s the gaps you want to pay attention to.
The gaps between thoughts.
Between sensations.
In the quiet place.
We went to a restaurant after the workshop today, I felt the urge to come home and then I realised Bessie wasn’t waiting for us, nor Zara. I missed coming home to a dog. Santy used to come to meditation retreats with me. She’d plonk herself down with a folorn look and join in. Dogs don’t need to meditate. They’re in the now anyhow.
Eckhart Tolle calls dogs the guardians of being.
Be more dog.
Here’s a simple practice, the one Marc reminded me about, to transmute fear and doubt and to open up to synchronicity and flow. It’s so simple you’d think it was just a silly thing until you use it and discover that courage is seeping in; overwhelming fear the way water breaches a flood barrier.
The practice is to recite a little rhyme either out loud or silently.
This one is from Claire Prophet:
Whenever your mind strays to fearful thoughts, you use that as a trigger to remember to say the rhyme.
You use your mind for the things you need a mind for. You acknowledge fearful thoughts, like worrying about whatever is concerning you right now; but when there’s no practical use to going over and over the same thing, you use the violet flame instead.
After a few minutes, see how you’re feeling.
Is there a change?
Keep going.
If it works for you, you can always find more ways to use it. You can learn about St Germain and find lots of kitsch images of him online.
Explosions are coming from the house party. In between the fireworks a female voice woops with abandon. It sounds like it’s happening right outside on the other side of the front bedroom windows.
On the other side of the glass.
This wild city.
Till tomorrow
Love
Mikey