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Spirit of Ma'at: "Being Light" Vol 4, No 4 by Carol Hiltner
Lately, the emergence of my Divine Self seems to be increasingly accompanied by gales of laughter. The plot gets so thick at times, I just lose it break character and roll on the floor, tears streaming down my face, wondering how my ego can possibly be serious about this stuff. And the more horrific the "stuff," it seems, the more likely I am to greet it with an access of mirth. Here's an example. One of the pathways to my spiritual awakening seems to involve remembering all the ways I have died some of them much too awful to talk about and I was doing this recently with the help of my favorite neighborhood healer. Suddenly, as my body was trying to "experience out" this really gruesome past-life memory, there was a "crack" in the virtual reality of the scene, and I became aware of all my cells running in different directions, staggering around and crashing into each other. It was like a slapstick comedy. So right in the middle of my next huge sob there came this snort of laughter. I started giggling, and then my healer entered in. Soon, the suffering I'd called up was vaporized in our laughter. My first laughing meditation happened about a year ago, and it was totally spontaneous. I was at one of Drunvalo's workshops, and we were all doing healings on each other. Drunvalo was coming around and adding his own magic. When he came to work on me, I started to feel an amazing sense of freedom. And the next thing I knew, I was laughing uncontrollably. Get the picture: All around me are these sober people trying to do "serious" healing work, and I don't even have the courtesy to laugh quietly, for heaven's sake! Instead of lying down with my group around me like a good subject, I am doubled up, laughing so hard I am crying. I know this is just not kosher behavior, so I keep trying to sober up, and the harder I try, the more peals and peals of laughter keep rippling through me. I am a one-woman laugh track, totally convulsed in mirth. Pretty soon, my entire group was laughing, and it spread to nearby groups. Shortly after that strange occurrence, I was trying to figure out how to take the sting out of a major communication debacle with two dear friends and was instructed in a dream to do a laughing meditation. I suggested to my friends that we do this together, but they both refused. I did it anyway, and it set my mind at rest. So I have become a practitioner of the laughing meditation, and I will now conclude with a few ideas from my experience just in case you would like to enter in:
Hilarious, side-busting laughter is a sacred gift. |