Earth, mother and friends, you cross our heart. Hello, hello, hello, and welcome to the Lowly Yogi Tales and Other Stuff podcast. Welcome from the multiverse, wherever you find yourself vibrating. Attune this way, and let us have some fun. Today, join as we wander in auspicious coincidence together. I'm just a lowly yogi, and I'm here today to invite you back to the lowly yogi tales and other stuff podcast. Yeah, also a terrible singer. Today, chapter 5 of Spirit Foot Death Dog. Here we go. Chapter 5. Hooks, Gates, and Chains. Well, I'm not cleaning this mess. Come on. There's one last thing to make sure all this work sticks. Spirit foot rose. There's always one last thing. That's what makes wandering aimlessly. Or in our case, sometimes, we even have an aim. Which is irrelevant to the journey. Join fire. What next? Where to? Like I said, let's have some fun. Standing, ready, wings a twitter. Joined Rantos. I'm taking a nap. This old dragon wants some rest. Wake me when we get there. It's just down the road, not far, silly. Come on, all of you. Let's get this thing done. Down what road? What are you talking about, you silly yogini? Do you see the snake road yet? Lily, do you have your hook and chain? The tools of the psychopump, guides of the dead souls? They all need a hook and chain to do their work. Isn't that right, Lady Lily? Oh, you are giving away Death's secrets. I don't know how he will feel about that. Lily poked at Spiritfoot in playful banter. That's not the worst I've done today. And yes, he will be the judge. Spiritfoot responded with a chuckle, mischievous sparks dancing from her eyes. She walked over to the hearth head. You ready? Terea's room. We're burning every bridge. No way back to the dark age of Kali Ma. Fire, you ready to feed the law of Lady, of Lady Lily? You always do, baby. Lily gave Fire a long, loving shove. Fire danced and rippled in ecstasy at her touch. You know I am my Yogini Queen. The end is always the beginning. Let's go have some fun. Fire winked at the imps. I will take a nap. You have the hook and chain. And Otto can always use a snuggle. Incas said as he dissolved and flowed into spirit foot's foot. Lily, remind me how the hook and chain work. I don't want to mess this up. Unless it's funny, then well, I'm happy to fall on my face, said Santos. Lily laughed. No need to fall on your face. You're funny just the way you are. Everyone laughed, disturbing Otto and Incas, who snored, adjusted, snuggled in for the trip. Here, Lily handed the hook and chain to Santos. You take the lead. The hook is your intention, and the chain is your will. Hold the attention of the vibration of the location, the signet. The signet is the intention. This is casting the hook. Make sure it sets in place. This means holding the resonance. Then, engage your will until the signet forms. And we will all be there. Simple enough. Simple, not easy. Easy peasy lemon squeezy. You got this. Let's go to Rhea's room, said Spiritfoot. Santo smiled, set the signet for Rhea's room in his mind stream, and when he saw the door, two heads resting peacefully next to each other on the door, he cast the hook and signet. It clarified that As butter clears into ghee, it was well set and they found themselves standing in front of the door to Rhea's room, the heads of shame and resentment staring out at them and protecting entry. To no one's surprise, to Spiritfoot's great relief, a dog awaited them. Locked in deadly force, ready to take out the throat of an intruder, awaiting the pulse so that in loyal's weak dog nature, they could grant us entry. Let us hold the resonance and remind this beautiful beast of its nature. The tribe of spirit yogis held the signet as one, and the dog barked the resonance they felt in their mind, opening the gate before them. Rhea's room awaited, and as the door opened, three Gorgon sisters awaited them as well. Anticipating the signs was their role, and the time had come for this visit. Spiritfoot and her tribe crossed the threshold into Rhea's room and quickly felt the love of Lady Law and her sisters. Are you hungry? Please, come in and feast. A feast is prepared for you all. Look, your mission is successful. The spirits have returned, whole and complete, the tallest and leanest of the Gorgon sisters approached them and invited them in. Please, please, come, come, sit, eat, relax, and hear the story of the death of ownership, and the birth of loving attachments of our great Earth Mother once again. What is the difference between love and ownership, or as we call it here, law? Ownership is the mother's ownership over you. Due to the choices and the debts that are made. Not the other way around. Some systems call the illness of sin the deviation from our nature, which is love. These deviations, choices, actions become law If they are transgressions against the Mother's Law, we record them here. All actions within the sanctions of the Mother's Law, we have no need for record, as there is no debt to be addressed to return to our loving natures. We have been waiting, and clearly can't hold our excitement. Look at me jumping right in before you have had a bite to eat, and you all must be so hungry. Now that you mention it. I bet Otto and Incas are famished. And I know I can eat. How about you? Oh, fire just dug in. You, Lady Lily? Otto and Incas woke from their nap and joined the feast. What a feast indeed. Nothing spared, and hunger truly made for the best of appetizers, as everything tasted as though it had been blessed by the mother herself. Which, it had, so no one at that table showed reserve in enjoying every desire in meeting their primal needs. In freeing the spirits from their shame and resentment, you have brought an end to ownership. As the spirits move, the vibration of life with an ease that the law cannot compare. Spirits integrate the life and the body. They are the bridge of integration and your work now done. The Gorgon Queen gave a knowing look to the imp. Let's have some fun. The table burst into laughter, and the death of ownership was celebrated as the sisters three let all of the transgressions to the mother fall from them into the hearth of Rhea's room. Debt after debt, the contract was taken out of the contract, and love, the potent force of life, could be given without any expectation of a return. The offering should be like spitting, the stout, short, and round Bourgogne sister shared. You don't want it back and you don't care where it goes. Appetites met. Conversation started to return. My ladies, Gorgons Three, Maiden, Mother, and Crone, we come bearing a gift to complete our journey and concrete the mission we have just completed. Fire holds the gift within. If you would be kind enough to show us to your hearth. I do believe our offering will bring you three great joy and empower you in your purpose in every way. All stood, the Gorgon sisters showed spirit foot at her tribe to Rhea's hearth. See all the serpentine laws waiting within? What are all can be manifested from this hearth. Here we hold all the vibrations and the pulses of life. We offer the rhythms. The serpentine haired ladies hissed as three and one. Today, we offer you rhythms long lost, so that you may weave their purpose back to health, if ever there is a need. Fire stepped forward, greeted the gorgons, and waited for their consent before any action was taken. The three serpentine sisters began a dance. That resonated with the most ancient blood, And drew forth each and every tapestry from fire's loom and spindle, Giving them the understanding and ability to weave every spirit whole, If ever they were injured again in any way. Tapestries of fire danced with dragon laws, and the spirits made their way to the perfect balance in the hearth to hold up the dragons they loved the most. Each spirit had their own dragon, and theirs was not one holder of a mother's law that did not find themselves without the comfort of a spirit to help them manifest, without any debt for the act. The Gorgon sisters three brought their dance to the hearth to bear witness to the symbiosis of spirit and dragon law. Brought a wrath and a joy to the Gorgons. It has been such a long time and so much to manage with only debt to meet the needs. Now watch, as the Tree of Life has its knees met with ease. The three, Maiden, Mother, and Crone, joined hands and sang the song of the Great Mother's Pulse. The pulse that holds all others within. Serpents began to strike, and a Tree of Life began to grow. The tree grew, and with each growth asked for a surrender to the mother to meet a need, to put a block of life in the place it belonged so that the next may be placed on a stable foundation. Within the tree, the channels of the great mother, the cosmic highway formed, and hearth found its pulse within the whole, and illuminated the spirits who reminded every being around them of the rhythm of their law. With this act, each gate formed a den, a home for their dog. Simply underwhelming, every being in happiness, without the duty of law, debt on their shoulders. The mother's creation became a joyful playground of experience to grow and develop each being into their full potential. Well that is fun, Santos and Rantos agreed. Pretty display, happiness in life, a playful kaleidoscope of elements, mind, body, and spirit. The focus of the Gorgon sisters had shifted, their attentions now on the hearth of Rhea, enjoying the weaving of the Tree of Life and the Temple of Creation. The tree resides within, they no longer needed to waste their precious attention on Spiritfoot and her tribe. Okay. As quickly as their time had come, it had gone Spirit Foot and the others said their goodbyes. And with no response from the Gorgon three, every last bit of their attention was needed in building the creation arising from the Hearth of Raya. Oh, oh, there it is, chapter five. The tree of life arising. Ah, as above so below, as below so above. Ah, thank you all, thank you all, thank you all for joining me once again. Coming back after those stories can be a little, a little intense. Ah, but I do appreciate you keeping me company and sharing the Spirit Foot journey. Thank you for joining this Lowly Yogi, and please, please do feel free to share, to, uh, all subscribe, to offer Yogi cash, any of those wonderful things. If you love the tales, do please share them, support Lowly Yogi, and of course, I do thank you, Monkey Max, as always, please, sir, play us out. Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy Earth mother and friends, You cross our hearth at last. Long have we grieved, While the king of demons had his way. But no longer, no longer, It's time to dance and sing. This is the time when the golden age begins As we welcome love and peace and ease may it never cease Welcome joy and bliss in all the eyes of serpents kiss Welcome mother, welcome child, welcome body tender and mild. Welcome protection, and welcome friends. It's been a long wait, but now the golden age begins. Welcome spring, summer, and fall. Winter is Persephone's and sweetest of all. Welcome immortality. Welcome all, it's time to dance and sing, as the golden age begins. Welcome all you yogis, and we call you in. Welcome all you protectors, and we call you in. Welcome all you yogis, as the golden age begins.