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Lowly Yogi Tales and other Stuff
Season 2, Ep 21 Spirit Foot Test of the Sovereign Self, chapter 6
The final chapter of Spirit Foot Test of the Sovereign Self, Spirit Foot shares the slogans of support as spirit yogis find their sovereign self and learn to weave the new dream.
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 glad you found this Lowly Yogi and wherever you find yourself vibrating out there in that multiverse to tune this way. Let's have some fun together. We've been going along together and reading the story, the spirit foot test of the sovereign self. And we are at the final chapter, chapter six. Now chapter six, interestingly enough, has slogans in it. Slogans are a practice, a way of reminding oneself or orienting oneself, throughout the day. It's like having a card. I actually made a bunch of these, these slogans into cards and I practice them. And I find them really quite useful. Chapter 6, Pact of the Shards. Remind. Reorient. Reactivate. Reactivate the will. That is the promise to each other before we take the fall. It is a fine existence waiting for our fall, and an extreme contrast to the soup of nemesis. In point of fact, it is quite shocking to fall into the hells at the end. Every being is trapped in a burning cell with the being that draws the greatest fire from them. The greater the suffering, the more powerful and potent the fire. Taking in the initial shock of the clinical precision of drawing the fire and the rage It draws forth from the shard as they bear witness to the mother's resentment and the father's shame at the end of ages can kill the will of the stormtrooper of light. The ugliness of the many transgressions against the mother, used to draw the creative fire forward, to fuel the hearths of the gods, seems, and at the end of the ages, truly is, an ocean without end. Cell after cell, filled with beings burning to meet the debts of the gods. Ownership at its darkest, the mother owned to her end in every hassle to hold up all of the many debts of the ages fallen. No one knows if they are ready for the task, and they step in. How I love them for their brazen dedication to the mother's return. The hurt child draws forth the mother's love, the last weapon of ownership, and it is that child that must be healed for each and every spirit yogi, shard, and Garuda to bring the freedom of the sovereign self. The fantastic irony, and why truths are always so funny, it is the vibration of the mother's love that is the medicine for the hurt child within us all. Healing the hurt child within us returns our warriorship as a spiritual being. This act is what opens the gates to the joys of the firekeeper and the hearth holder of the great mother Hestia, Uma. Uma is the one mother, three into one, bubbles and done. This is the last boon being given, the boon of Kama's love's return. Bubbles and Dun, love is so fun. That is the fruition of the mission of the shards. We weave love's return to the mother's creation. To do this, we make a deep blood pact to see and remind each other in the thick of the soup. We work to find an aspect in each shard to love so that when we meet them on the other side, we recognize them, and we recognize that love. What follows are our reminders. The pact of the Shards of Shiva, Sands of Kronos, and everyone a Garuda in the making. You are in the soup of Nemesis. The first reminder gives us an orientation. Next. Remind. Reorient. Reactivate. It kind of stands on its own. Enforcers of ownership are our petty tyrants. They help us to find and address our needs. This is a bit of a tricky one. This is really seeing that sense of self importance and when it gets triggered or hit by our world or the soup of nemesis, to actually look and see the instability and where there's an instability to see what the need is that is creating that instability, and then using our brilliance as human beings. Meet the needs so the instability is no longer present. So that's what that means. The Tibeti Tyrant shows us that need so that we can then address it. You are the spindle and loom of creation. Remember, you are the tool that weaves the new dream. That one's speaking to the human body and the dance of will and attention and bringing those two to the heart center. Will returned. There is no end of venom you cannot eat and weave. Well, that speaks to that kind of definition of what is a poison eater and why would anyone do that? A poison eater speaks to the myth of Shiva and the blue throat. That at the end, when all of the soup of Nemesis is ready to be drained, and everything is ready to be cleared and returned, that it's said that actually he draws it all into his throat, and his throat becomes blue with all of the venom of the Nagas. Now further, I just learned this one, and I think it's really fantastic. Nandi, his great ride, and support, and heart son, draws the last of the poison. Any last bit that was left behind. Isn't that a beautiful act of devotion? Meet it. Don't become it. That's a good one. It helps us kind of sit in the emptiness of the dream. You are loved, because you are love. I just like that one. The hurt child brings the resentment and shame. Remember, they are grandmothers in armor, making offerings to your loom and spindle. And that speaks to that story of the grandmother in armor, right? There isn't actually a real threat there. The guru or the yogi can really meet that and actually use it and turn it into the medicine that weaves the tapestry of the new dream. I think it's quite beautiful. Right now you are a chicken, but you will be a Garuda. The first time I heard that said it, came to me through, a teacher of mine many, many years ago who, recounted a story about her teacher Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche, and certainly another brilliant being, my goodness, yes. At any rate, the, the saying, the way he said it was, Right now you are a chicken, but you could be a Garuda. So, I upped it a little bit and said, you could, right now you're a chicken, but you will be a Garuda. And so you, there you are. The last and final slogan of Spirit Foot, test of the Sovereign Self, is, you are the final boon. Kamas, return. Oh, thank you once again for finding and joining this Lowly Yogi here and Lowly Yogi Tales and other stuff. If you enjoy the tales, do feel free to share with those you care for and love in your world. If you find the love in your heart for these stories and you want to support the Sacred Works and this lowly yogi, do please feel free to support the show. Send some yogi cash this way. At any rate, I do hope you all have a week filled with joy, a week filled with plenty, and a week filled with glorious. Yes, 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.