In my last post, I had a huge self discovery that often times the healing I so desire comes in ways I least expect. But come it does if I allow it. By cutting the drama of insisting healing on my terms and changing my focus, I inevitably set myself up to begin to find the magic that is always around me – even if I do not always slow down enough to acknowledge it. Here is how the rest of the motto (Cut the drama. Find the magic.) unfolded:
By that evening after I had had my roll around in the emotional pig pen of my own tears, grime and stuff life is made of – you could say I was more than exhausted. Yet, I was determined that a good acroyoga class would be just the key to lifting my body and my spirits. Boy was I ever so right. For it was during this class that I was brought back into a web that has been weaving its way for months already.
This is how it happened: We were doing a round of names, followed by our favorite shape at which point the rest of the class was to make the shape with their bodies however they saw fit. I picked my favorite shape – the spiral. The teacher picked her favorite shape – the spiral (wait a minute?). Others picked triangles and circles and the like. Then my friend ~ the same one I had conversed with the night prior who sparked my adult sized tantrum when he didn’t allow healing on my terms ~ picks the hexagon. My jaw drops open as a laugh of disbelief escapes my lips. He smiles and laughs along with me…yet I am sure he doesn’t know fully why I am laughing – and it is not at the absurdity of attempting to make this shape with my body.
I laugh for this is not the first time I have found that this man and I have odd connections and synchronocity. The fact that he picks this shape undeniably pulls me back into the realm where these connections exist. At first I cannot remember exactly what about the hexagon I am drawn to, I just know it has shown up in my life within the past 1.5 months. Quick to recover, I stuffed the thought till after class. Only problem, I was so exhausted by the end of the super fun class that my mind refused to work. When I mentioned to a fellow journeyer about the shape, he asked me what it meant. All I could remember was that I had been given it during a meditation (along with the strong medicine of the bat) after the debacle of my back break. For the life of me I couldn’t remember what else it meant to me except the obvious number 6 – which is my personality number and his. It wouldn’t be until the next morning that the magical pieces would start to come together.
THE WEB HAD BEEN WEAVED
It started with an extremely distinct case of deja vu in the bathroom that night, reminding me that I was indeed at the right place at the right time. The next morning as I sat down to enjoy my coffee and my breakfast, I noticed a dead bee on the chair next to me. I made a note to pick it up before I left so no other guests would have the misfortune of sitting on the bee. I went about eating, drinking and journaling briefly. Then I started my re-investigation into the hexagon, it’s meaning and the number of 6. It was then it dawned on me that I was painting a painting that had been inspired during a different meditation.
In this meditation I had asked myself how to paint all these contrasting emotions I was feeling in regards to the aforementioned man and the stories raging around in my head all mixed with some delayed feelings that were begging to be felt. I was caught some where between anger and hate, love and compassion and wanted to know what this would look like if I was to paint it. During my vision I saw a hexagon with an eye in the middle of it floating above the earth. When I felt into this vision, I realized that my most expanded Self ~ the one that accounted for both my very human ego and my deep spiritual soul ~ was reminding me that my greatest desire was to not give into the anger, hate, fear and more …but rather to move through these emotions in a healthy way in order to move into the Love that I am.
As I sat there that morning looking further into the meaning of the hexagon, I was blown away to discover that this shape is often a Metaphysical, Spiritual and even prophetic trigger. This was more than the case that morning, and even now as I sit here and type. While it is always important to check internally with what a certain shape, symbol or totem means to you, knowing the generalities of the symbol can help you tune into yourself more – allowing you more self awareness as to why your subconscious picked a certain symbol that has a collective subconscious meaning. As I read over the general meanings, I was shocked to realize that the shapes I had picked for my painting were in alignment to what I had been searching for.
For starters, the hexagon indeed represents the idea of connecting opposing forces in order to find a unified solution. When invoked in the mind’s eye, the hexagon brings the energy to reveal solutions to sensitive matters in a calming and gentle approach. It also points to communicating on more than one level – as is the case in a world where one finds Magic beyond the physical plane. It illuminates the mirror this shape provides for the sides of itself ~ as well as pointing to balance, harmony, union and of course the beehive where community and efficiency are present. It represents the planet Venus – the morning and evening star, often associated with the Goddess and therefore the feminine energy.
The number 6 is present of course in the Hexagon as well ~ which is all about soulful integration, truth, union, lovers, harmony, balance, equality, interfacing, reliability, dependability and communication (i.e. FACT CHECKING the stories that go on in my head with those that the story involves!). The number 6 – drum roll please – is visually represented by none other than my favorite shape the spiral ~ as well as the comma which reminds me to take pause and to stand in awe!
Lastly, all of this was only further confirmed by the one eye within the hexagon – the Divine eye that sees no error for divine eyes see only with love.
Within minutes, my skin began to crawl with the delight of goose bumps as I realized all that I had felt about this painting was literally confirmed by the shapes and symbols I had picked almost un-kowningly to fulfill the question: How do I paint all these contrasting emotions about this situation with this man?
And the ironic irony of being reminded of ALL of this by the very man the painting was inspired by? Well how could I not find the magic of knowing I was right where I was meant to be…
WAIT THERE IS MORE!
As I gathered my dishes, I happened to glance back over at the bee sticking out of the cushion next to me and remembered to sweep it up into a bowl. I was passing by the owner of the home when I asked her if she would like to add it to the compost. She fittingly reminded me of the name of the place I, “Be & Be Well.”
Large cymbals began to go off left and right, right and left. “OMG – how could I have missed the symbolism of this while I was investigating the very shape of the honeycomb!?!?!?” I exclaimed. She wisely asked me what the bee meant to me – which launched me into sharing the magic of this story with her, which led to her asking me where I would like to place the bee in the garden as an altar – or a portal – to remember this magical morning.
As I surveyed the garden, I saw a tiny statue of lovers hiding inside some greenery. “By the lovers,” I said without a moment of hesitation. “Under the heart shaped rock or the rose quartz?” she asks. Again, without hesitation I pick the rose quartz, the symbol of the heart, of love and of a gentle opening up of the heart chakra to the mystery of the unknown. Under the rose quartz the bee now rests, beginning its own metamorphic journey to becoming nothing in order to become something majestic once again.
The most magical part of all of this? This all happened at the very place this man currently lives. (Don’t ask how, that’s another story I have no desire to type.)
I have no idea what that means, nor will I seek out to create the meaning for myself. He and I not yet at a place in our tender friendship where I am ready to even share all of this (and I now know he is not one to read my posts). I rest in the fact that it is all so unbelievably mysteriously serendipitous, like carrying a secret to the Wardrobe or a key to the Secret Garden. I will allow my secret to gestate in the dark and quiet places until it is ready – whenever that might be. All the while practicing my new motto:
CUT THE DRAMA. FIND THE MAGIC.
Are you ready to start your own magical journey? I would be delighted to walk along side of you as you dive into your own inner world to Bring Back the Magic in your life!
