Sunday, March 7, 2010

Drinking from a Deep Well

These are notes that I wrote in my notebook today regarding a short visualization I did that was recommended by the book I'm reading. The visualization is called "The Well of Memory".

I could hear the squeaking of the unoiled metal as I turned the crank that lowers the bucket into the well. My body felt the warmth of the sun. My physical body felt this heat as well.

Bringing the bucket back up required some work as the rope carried a heavy load. I could hear a little bit of water fall out of the top of the full bucket as it landed down below with the rest of the water.

When the bucket arrived I could see the shiny silver goblet in the water. I grabbed it and my hand could feel the coolness of the metal. I gulped down some of the water with its rich mineral and earthy flavor.

The idea came to me that it was fitting to have a silver goblet, as the element of water and silver are both representative of the feminine; They correspond to each other.

I was drinking from the deep waters of the unconscious.

20 comments:

human being said...

so beautifu and full of light...
yes this is the awareness you always seek...

wlecome back Sophia... all your new posts fill one with the beauty you have in...

namaste!

human being said...

beautiful
:)

Sophia said...

It's nice to hear from you, HB! Thanks.

I hope you've been doing well.

I come and go depending on how badly I am afflicted with writer's block. :)

spider said...

woo ... that's DEEP visualization

for some reason, silver always gives me the impression of mercury but with the water combination, i got the imagery of liquid tin foil grating against my teeth

Sophia said...

Woo... that sounds a bit like the feeling one gets when their fingernails are scratching down a blackboard.

Sophia said...

Spider, it just dawned on me that I stole your "woo". Don't ask me how that happened!

Boris said...

Sophia,
You were visualizing not only the image, but the noises, the temperature, the feeling of your muscles turning the crank, the gulping of the water, its taste.
What a whole visualization process!
You are definitely reaching a deep progress!
All the best,
Boris

spider said...

my 'woo' is a sigh of relief, but more like "whoa" on an ethereal level

Bob said...

I find there is a danger of drowning in the well.

V said...

The body is the unconscious.

jon be me said...

Hi Sophia!
Come and go as you please. Be the butterfly who flutters everywhere as if to taste, smell and experience everything.
Jon

Don said...

That's right, Sophia. No strings here, it's your own blog. Write when you feel like it. Be a free spirit!

Don said...

Never allow your mother to contract Alzheimer's.

Don said...

On Mar 28, 9:52 am, purple wrote:

> Here's the global brain, Don, unable to get the better
> of Garfield:

> http://www.gocomics.com/garfield/2010/03/28/

But Garfield himself is part of the Global Brain.

Don said...

I had a dream last night. In it I was walking outdoors and found a wooden bird with writing all over it. I picked it up and began reading it, when all of a sudden someone grabbed it out of my hands and said "Never do anything without permission first". I decided that that was good advice.

Sophia said...

Hi Boris,

For a while I was practicing a lot of visualization. Unfortunately for the past three weeks I got out of the habit. It's because I was going through another mundane phase. I sometimes come down from the spiritual clouds and find myself feeling less mystical. But these phases don't last long. I decided to read a non-mystical book during this current phase, and it's pretty good. :) Kurt Vonnegut, who is one of my heroes. But anyway, today I feel some subtle sensation that tells me I'll be returning to a mystical state again. Do such phases happen to you?

Sophia said...

Bob, why do you think there is a danger of drowning in the well? Do you think it's a fear of losing your touch with reality when diving so deep?

Sophia said...

Hi Jon,

:) These days I have very little to say anymore. It's not really writer's block - it's more like I have less that I feel I need to say to people. I used to have such an urge to share. I don't know if this new quietness is a phase or if it's something that is happening as I get older. If it's only a phase, it means I may one day be back to regularly posting again.

Sophia said...

Hi Don,

You didn't allow your mother to contract Alzheimer's. It just happened.

I guess we really can't allow or not allow things to happen to us, but only what we do with what happens to us.

There is a possibility my mother - or even I for that matter - may contract Alzheimer's, as my great-grandfather had it. I remember watching the beginning stages of it. He started calling me by my mother's name. He lived with my great-grandmother as long as she could handle him, but eventually she had to put him in the nursing home. Eventually he reached a stage where he didn't know any of us, or really know anything at all.

Where is your mother now? Is she on any kind of medication? Like Aricept or something?

Thanks for sharing your dream. Have you tried to figure out what it means?

Bob said...

Yes. That's my fear.