Inner Surfing

I'm sitting in Peet's Coffee slurping a foamy decaf chai soy latte, a week or so before the first Lightwave Body In Love training (starts August 14 on Hawaii Big Island - you may still be able to leap in). It has just struck me that this article about the Lightwave Body information I am receiving is going to have to become a BLOG. Because although I have a few snippets coming through, I know from experience that I won't really know what it's all about until I am actually teaching the training.

I like blogs. They strike me as being very dynamically intelligent, in the way they flow like a river rather than trying to freeze life like a pond that can stagnate. Dynamic Intelligence was, in fact, the title of a book I was writing and had almost completed, in 2003. It was a description of the scientific and practical principles of Motherwavework, relating each chapter to the story of my ideal marriage. I remember thinking it would be funny--and safe--to put a disclaimer in the front of the book saying that "By the time you are reading this, I will have moved forward, and am not necessarily married to any of these ideas."

Ha ha! What I didn't expect was The Big Splat that bulldozed my life quite unexpectedly around Xmas/New Year 2004, when all aspects of my reality (marriage, home, work, community) were suddenly... well... gone! Shift happened! The Shift Hit The Fan (and other bumper stickers). One of the chapters in the aforementioned Dynamic Intelligence book was titled "Shifting The Way Shift Happens." You may remember that I sent it out to motherwave graduates as an article. In this chapter, I argued passionately and wittily that the belief that change and transformation have to happen through struggle, pain, destruction and suffering is just that--a belief! I said that I was aware that I was also a participant in this belief, having been deeply conditioned by eons of living in cultures where it is believed, and thus experienced, then believed even deeper, and thus experienced even more concretely. But, I declared, I was experimenting with the idea that growth can happen through love, pleasure, safety and EASE . I said that I didn't want to buy the concept of human life with all its cruelty and suffering as nothing more than a series of lessons in a school. Could the headmaster (God) really be this mean ?... I asked, crankily.

Well, take this: Splat! As I entered a phase of undisguisable suffering, grief, pain and undeniable growth, I mused at length about this question. Why, when I had sincerely proposed and volunteered for this experiment of growth-through-ease , was I now growing through the deepest losses of my life, in other words, growth-through-suffering ? Should I have put a disclaimer on the article? (But I didn't care what anyone thought any more). Was I wrong in challenging this well-honed "truth"--this veritable sacrosanct "What Is?" (We all know we must love and accept What Is).

Or: Was I still in the experiment? Could this incredibly hard AFGO (stands for Another F--g Growth Opportunity) be leading me to a deeper, more nuanced and complex answer to my question about how to transform through ease?

Well, in a word, Yes! In my inner blog, it seems as though, after about 18 months of melting and reforming, melting and reforming, something completely different is approaching my experience. I have often wondered, as yet another aftershock wave moves through, if there is really light at the end of this tunnel-period of my life.

Last Full Moon, I slowly ascended the spiral path up Glastonbury Tor. If you don't know about this magical place, said by some to be the planet's heart chakra, google it!

I had been guided to do a very specific process at this place and time, to do with bringing in my light body--something you've never heard me talk about, because I have been so concerned with honoring our own fleshy matter as it is . Yes, and... I was now receiving 4 am blogs from my guidance about the light body.

I did my ritual on top of the Tor, surrounded by wild English pagans smoking, drinking, twirling fire sticks... The orange moon rose over the rolling English hills...

As I slowly redescended, the real download began. Is there light at the end of the tunnel? Yes, light waves! And here they are now: waves of palpable light, moving through my body, all in a field of infinite love. A light wave body.

You may be trying to imagine this as you read, visualizing or "feelitizing" waves of light moving through your body, transforming it to a higher, freer, more exuberant frequency. Yes and no! Instead of imagining yourself as the body through which the lightwaves are flowing to purify you, imagine yourself as the lightwaves...! (More to come!)

So in answer to my own question about shifting the way shift happens, and why my desires to grow in ease were not quite working, I realized that I had been on the right track, but I had things backwards. Good intentions are all very well, but being 2 degrees off course can cause a plane to miss the runway and crash. I'm not aiming for perfection, but I have found that the portal to the radical, real transformation that I now want more than anything else is tiny!

Here was my mistake: the pleasure, ease, ecstasy and co. that I had been claiming are a side-effect of something else, and cannot be pursued directly. This something else is the light body, or lightwave body , as I am calling it. And the lightwave body is a side effect of something else...

I'm off to the Big Island of Hawaii next week to explore all this with a dedicated group of pioneer explorers. We will be doing the Portals and Wormhole techniques I invented years ago for the Ecstasy Training, but with a new twist...

We will keep you posted. If you want to follow my lightwave body adventures, bookmark this page and we can journey together.

Love, Katie Darling

P.S.

Guess where Wendy and I are in this picture:

The farmer was so annoyed at the arrival overnight of this crop circle in his field that he drove his tractor through it.

The interesting thing (well - the whole thing is interesting: we went to 5 - count 'em FIVE - crop circles!) is that when we were in the crop circle we couldn't see its pattern at all. There was a guy above us in an ultra-light filming, and he could see it, but we couldn't until we went on the web next day. Is this a metaphor for life, or what? (www.cropcircleconnector.com)

The answer is... right here: