Season 2, Ep. 16 Spirit Foot Test of the Soveriegn Self chp 1

Spirit Foot shares her teachings on spiritual warrior ship and what it is to be a Shard of Shiva.

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Earth, mother and friends, you cross our heart. Hello, hello, hello, and welcome back to the Lowly Yogi Tales and Other Stuff podcast. Oh, I'm so happy you found this Lowly Yogi, and wherever you find yourself vibrating out there in that wondrous multiverse, attune this way, and let's share some tales and maybe have some fun. With the state of the world, I Thought I'd pull out a story that came through just a little while back. It's a, it's a full spirit foot book again. So it's another six chapters. It's called spirit foot test to the sovereign self. And it speaks to, A new age and a new transformation. Clearly, that's the nature of this podcast. We're talking about the shift from the dark age to the golden age to a new paradigm. We're all ready for a new paradigm. We're all ready for a new way of doing things. We're all ready for a paradigm of love. And that's certainly what Spirit Foot is about. So today I thought I would share with you all who, uh, certainly the Spirit's all looking down on me. The first chapter of Spirit Foot, Test of the Sovereign Self. Great yogis know that the best time to attain enlightenment is in the darkest hour of the Dark Ages. Direct, potent, clear, rock to bone are but a few yogi's descriptions. Wicked fast is Spirit Foot's. I wish to settle into the heart and call the bards to attention. Muses three, practice singing and remembering. Please help to open the door. Calling, placating, offering, and seeing the deep value. Spirit foot, please share with us the path of the most potent, and how we may proceed in this darkest of hours. How could disease, famine, rackets, war, and ownership be the good news? Chapter one, the soup. of Nemesis. No better place to start than with my own story, as I wouldn't ask a spirit yogi to take a journey I had not. We have her, attention. Settle in and invest yours on the words to come, as the muses have been kind and opened the channels of mind. First and foremost, we must know where we are, and the air around us is not what you think. What is it then? It's always about the right question, isn't it? Here we go. Let's play. if you ever get me talking, and you have, about this soup, about this soup we were in, you will hear me say Realm of Beauty over and again. There is a reason, as this is the training ground, and in the darkest hour of the Dark Ages, it is in its most refined state. The Soup of Nemesis. Dance back before we go all the way in. Activate all of your senses. Get over your sense of shock and really settle in. Uncomfortable to say the least. Suffering of suffering. Fun, right? For the spirit warrior it is. Within suffering is the fire of power. And a spirit warrior's first task is to come to terms with the truth that the journey will in no way be easy. We are talking about the shards of Shiva, of course. Not just any spirit yogi, but those who choose to come in at the most dire of moments. Why would any silly yogi make this choice? Because you can become a Garuda. Oh yeah, in the darkest of the dark, one can find the lightest of the light. Who are the shards of Shiva? It's all about the questions today. These are the yogis who choose to emanate into the darkest of the soup with only shards of love within them to guide their way. I am a shard of Shiva, and here is my tale. I tend to be the queen of obscure references. Do you all know the shards of Shiva? They are the storm troopers of light that come into the darkest wrath of the great mother to bring her the medicine. She needs to heal and turn the ages once again. At the end of the ages, the sh has no more to give. And when the tree of life has fallen into rotting decay, and only the neglect and the torturous fires of hell, the end of times is quite grim, and this soup of demon rooms, imprisoning and torturing spirit and human alike to keep the fires of the gods lit, is the reality at the end of days. The end, when the last whiff of smoke rises from the tree of life, and there is not one law left supported. Kronos turns his hourglass and the sands, each grain a shard of Shiva, falls into mother creation. Being a shard is a choice, and that is why we are emanations. As at the end, there is nothing left to reincarnate. You know we all talked about it together before we come in. This is why each shard knows another. In the fall, we forget our choice to take a human body. The pact we make with our consent is to remind each other of our purpose, and where we actually are. The darkest minute of the Dark Ages. We pact with each other to remind each of the medicine we carry within each other and how to wield it the wisdom is to settle and attune. To settle and attune your shard to the mother. And this is where it really does get fun, with the right view. The most dire of times is when all of the deals of the Dark Ages come asking for all debts, and there is no creative to pay with. The genius with which creative is taken during this time knows no end. And each and every being finds themself in a tortured state of ownership. Truly no better place to be as the soup of nemesis will be fed. And a yoi must find the means or be devoured into nothing. In our pact, we remind each other of the mother's love in our hearts, and to hold this vibration with the rectitude of a spirit warrior in the darkest of nemesis soup. Training in the realm of beauty is direct indeed. This is why we come. No faster way through the descent of the mother and the eye of the dragon. Be wise. Every choice leads to a prison here. Meet it, don't become it. Remember your shard. If you're like me, practice your mantra so it is there when you need it. Shards, when we see the dance, feed every and all with the electric love within. In the realm of beauty, each and every spirit yogi must find and defeat their petty tyrant. You can have more than one if you like. I've had so many, I just love the dance of dissolving self importance. Nemesis's wrath has potency, power in its depths. The rage of the unseen and unheard. Mighty is this potency and cause of the holder of all of the fires created when there is no other way. Soup du jour, a shard's blessed drink. In a human condition, we have the opportunity to heal the Great Mother Law, and love her entirely. As above, so below. As below, so above. Human is mother and father as one. We are all both, so honor the mother and father within. Attune to both and find human again. I call it a soup of venomous acid with the sentience of the most peak predator. There is no weakness or doubt this soup does not take advantage of Without our shard we would be lost. What the heck is this shard, Spiritfoot? Good question, Aethers. Sands of the Father's love. Each grain of the hourglass is Kronos love for Mother Creation and his call for her to return her laws to the Golden Age. So I come in ground zero. My body is the poison of ownership. All their horrors recorded within, waiting to be met with love. The shard is the love that the warrior is bringing within them. Shards don't have to find petty tyrants. At the end of days, all shards need to do is shine, and the tyrants will come in droves to feed. This My loves is the soup. This is why it is such a good time to take body as enlightenment and its journey of dissolving self importance is so direct. In our pact, on the other side, before we fall into the blackest night, we agree to remind each other of the petty tyrant. Taking a human body means taking it all on. As above, so below. The human body is the entire record of the mother, If you are a shard, you are coming in to meet the realm of beauty unconditionally, with the light that you carry within. The reason, as I said earlier, Shards are wired with unending depths of will. The practice of the petty tyrant is to allow the brutalities of power and control to be your teacher. We are sure to remind each other the four practices of the fire holder and keepers of Hestia's hearth. Timing, Forbearance, Discipline, These are the tools of the Shards of Shiva and the means to walk the path of the petty tyrant. Every human body at the end of days is riddled with self importance, as each and every human body is a soup of wounds. Lair upon lair, Holding record of all of the ages shards are badass taking a body of razor blades to heal the mother I will have you know there is no better or more direct and cruel petty tyrant than the soup of nemesis and the neglect of ownership. It finds all wounds with the deft hand of a physician. We do remind each other of this view, as it is so human when working with self importance to want to take the pain and the wound personally. This is, of course, when we remind ourselves of our choice. I certainly cannot remember how many times I wanted to buck when opening space, so that the field could meet the resonance of my shard. Pain irrelevant, as it was the order of action. Stormtroopers of light, for real. At the end, every being has a petty tyrant. A demon to drain any and all creative. Done to hold up the last of the fires. These rooms and relationships are the trading ground to point out our wounds, see our insecurities, give them our attention. Specifically, the light and love vibration emanating from the shards we carry. Nemesis's soup attacks. No surprise. Its nature finds each and every fissure of doubt and insecurity in our being. Body Mother. Mother Body. Father Shard. Shard father. Two is one and the job is done. Spirit foot laughed and bubbles danced through time and space. Feel the bubbles. That is the nature and resonance of each shard. The petty tyrant of Nemesis's soup. ownership and all other shames and resentments of the unseen and unheard test our competency to hold as spirit warriors. It is the path of the petty tyrant that gives the spirit yogi their resicitude in the middle way as the eye of the dragon is the only shelter to be found when dancing with the most honored of petty tyrants, the soup of nemesis. No easy practice And this is why shards Help each other. In your resicitude, settle into the ground that there is nothing for a shard to learn at the end of days. They have come to meet the ultimate petty tyrant, one for all and all for one. I leave this reminder for you as the last in this dance of love and light. The shard only has to get out of their own way. Let Kronos's love meet the mother. You can't do it wrong. You can only slow the process by resistance and believing the dream. Remember to be silly. Dream the dream, but don't believe it. And whatever is brought to you, step out of the way and let the light within meet the soup of nemesis. Heal your body. In turn, meet your purpose as you join the call of all shards. Heal the great mother and turn the ages once again. And there is chapter one of Spirit foot. Test of the sovereign self. Ah, I hope you enjoy, and there are five more to come, so the next five weeks we will have an order to count upon. Well, I hope you all have a wonderful week. I know that with the challenging times ahead, and the challenging times at present, and the challenging times behind, spirit, spiritual warriorship is essential. Remember your beauty and love. within you. Remember that shard of creative that is your humanity, and may the week to come bring you joy. May the week to come bring you plenty, and may the week to come bring you glorious. Play us out, Monkey Max. 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.