Season 2, Ep. 20 Spirit Foot, Test of the Sovereign Self, chapter 5

Spirit Foot shares the practice of weaving the new dream for a new age.

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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, wherever you find yourself vibrating out there in that multiverse, please attune this way. Let's have some fun. We've been reading Spirit Foot, Test of the Sovereign Self, and we're on chapter five. So here we go. Chapter five, dream Weaving. A full grown Garda can weave dreams and fly through them. Cool, right? The fruition of the sovereign self is no joke, but very fun, and often funny. The absolute freedom to weave fire. Chi and blood, a mysterious thing. Soma and Agni, same great dance of the mother. The hottest Agni holds the darkest blood. Every variation finds its nest. Blood is the nest. The vessel to take the fire on its journey, to feed the whole. Will intact. There is no more potent force of holding. Full grown and hungry to spread their wings and fly. The Garudas fall as shards and learn to weave the poison. Three aspects to the practice. Will, attention, and heart. Angels, demons, and the middle way. Sorry, another obscure reference. Spirit foot paused to take in the space of the whole. In my humble opinion, there is no subtler way of working with mind than weaving the dream. What I have been sharing with you is the great weaving that turns the ages. Take in the space with me and feel it. Textures of spirits ride through. The Garuda, no longer afraid, now greets the role of the bottom feeder with joy. That is will. What's your poison? Any and all. Will is the blood. The Garuda's blood is ready to nest any and all. Badass of badassery. That is what I think of that. Now let's get into this badassery a little further. Will is like the hand that directs and holds attention. Holds on what? Who said that? Not going to take credit? Good middle way practice. Holds the attention, human or spirit, on anything it wants. Humans have all of the paths of the Great Mother to master, it is exactly the meeting, the human, in perfect ognisoma balance, that brings about the Garuda. The full expression of the human creature. As above, so below. As below, so above. Will holds, desire directs, and attention creates. The creation of attention is the pen that weaves. Can you all see how subtle the skill set is? That is why I love it. The will is the spindle that catches the venom of nemesis and begins the process of forming the thread which is brought to the heart's center through the blue throat. The Garuda's throat gathers, gathers the poison and like a spindle, gathers the grist into a thread. Poison, poison, poison. As it gathers, the blue throat of the Garuda begins to move and spin it, and as more is added, more momentum is given. It takes mainlining samsara for sure to make this process take place, as the movement is essential to the process. The throat's guidance moves the venom just as a spindle turning it and guiding it to the heart center of the Garuda. To take the poison to the throat takes will, as it is potentially, until you get a taste for it. An uncomfortable process. Only uncomfortable if the Garuda falls out of the middle way. Fantastic, isn't it? Poison eating demands the spirit yogi to hold the middle way view and gives direct guidance when they do not. This is holding through the eye of the dragon. Damn, it's fun! Because as the thread is fed to the heart, the process of her creation begins. The thread meets the heart and the love allows the venom to return to source, ready for a new purpose, a new dream. Life is a waking dream. It is easy to take it all so seriously and forget this important detail of the practice. And our reality as spirit yogis. Dreams can move and dance, change as the dreamer changes. The throat spindle feeds the loom of the heart. This is where the use of the Garuda's attention becomes a great dance of creation. The bringing of the new age. Once the tool is figured out by the shard, the Geruda blossoms naturally. It is the deep wiring within the stormtroopers of Kronos to bring the vibration within them to fruition. The tool, the loom that weaves creative love, is all that is needed to bring their mission to fruition with elegance and ease. Shards are the program reset, if you will, and our mission has been so deeply conditioned that once we have been reminded and reoriented, our mission will not fail. We will reweave the dream of ownership into the glorious display of Mother Law in the perfect balance of Love Supreme. Chapter 5. Spirit Foot. Test of the Sovereign Self. Ha. It's funny, you know, I looked at, I looked at the title and I realized I had misspelled sovereign. Well, that'll only bring attention to the matter. For it's finding that heart center, that freedom to weave. And I hope that that touches all of you. And if it does, I'll Ah, well, we have one more chapter to go, and then we ride into the darkest nights of the year, and I'm contemplating, there must be some stories to tell, so I'm looking into that, three stories for three nights. Well, you all take care, and I'm so glad that you found me, and hey, if you are enjoying these stories, please do feel free to share. And if you do love this lowly yogi, even just a little bit, please do feel free to share some yogi cash, support us, support the show and hey, support these sacred works. And we'll keep doing more of them. Thank you all for finding me. And you all have a wonderful week, a week filled with joy, a week filled with plenty and a week filled with 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.