The Queen Must Die

“The sun is the sun behind the veil.”- Rumi

Living in nature is living in rhythm with the universe. 

I realized that living here in St. Croix. Spending my time in undeveloped nature on a Caribbean island among brilliant flowers and fabulous tropical fruit from the garden that falls to the earthen floor and rots and starts to seed all over again where it fell.  

Tat Vam Asi. Thou Art that.

My rooting in the Little Piece of Paradise is firmly established from my withdraw from the material world these past two and-a-half-years and tuned inward to the body, heart and voice of the inner world. Quietly living in nature, practicing yoga and tuning the senses toward the garden revealed the depths that are present.  I am that golden tree that is continually flowing but holds its shape. I am the tree that flowers in winter.  

Om Mani Padme Hum. 

I am the jewel in the lotus.

I am the energy. I am the perfect work. 

Perfect timing with Higgs Boson.

In the five years since I started this blog and the three years since I left the U.S. Mainland, The Queen of Bohemia was my guide.  The journey I underwent with her started from my life-long home of Boulder, Colorado, developed in Buenos Aires and then ended in St. Croix, U.S. Virgin Islands. I did my Mythic Yoga.

The myth and yoga distanced me from an identity attached to pain and guided me toward a new awareness and experience of Self that led to an identity infused with the golden joy of the divine. The alchemical process complete, it then planted me right back again to the outer world again.  Reborn. Ready for the next cycle. To step out of that cycle, I need only be present to be anchored once again in my special transcendent real estate within that is housed in my body. But now the Queen must die.

The Queen of Bohemia is no longer needed. She did her part. She said, "What sorrow? What despair? What life?" She guided me over rough terrain and through some very tough times, gave me the courage, strength and vision to go on despite great despair. In the process I fulfilled life dreams, healed my self and family and re-created myself anew. Now the journey of healing and wholeness is complete. Thank you, Oh, Queen!

That's the purpose of mythic image. It is like a bridge over a river, with one foot in the material world and one foot in the transcendent. It only takes you so far, and the image needs to disappear so that you can step through the final door to the still point that is within all of dancing creation and its cycles and leads you to your own little piece of paradise and ineffable bliss.

That's why many religions want no image to represent God. There is a saying in Buddhism that you can't mistake the finger pointing at the moon for the moon. The finger is just a guide to show you the moon, which is ineffable. Symbols and myths and stories are like the finger. Images are the bridge that point us to the eternal. They are guides to aid us in our journey, until we are grown enough to recognize that there never was any journey, there is just eternity.

My body, nervous system and guiding myth are completely transformed. The garden and nature, yoga and storytelling do that to you. They transform you completely by working with what's keeping you stuck in the past or future. I'm in a new space and awareness and am not under the grips of stuck energy in the body nor the hauntings of the mind's memory and stories. That's the healing power of yoga and story, assisting us in making sense of and having a new attitude at what happened. What happened is now rendered as art, poetry, story and memoir. Words to be spoken over campfires and feasts as we all sing and dance in ecstasy together.

Transformation of course, means just that, changing form. 

Shedding old skin

Dying.

It's the hard part, not, letting go, that gets you stuck. To die and surrender your ego. Such a sneaky thing to see. Not found in mirrors. Found only by listening to the silence and conjuring up images of diamonds from the deep.  Found by speaking the words and asking the question. Who am I?  And having the patience and courage to listen for the answer. Hard to do! Kali does a good job helping, giving us all a swift kick, as she did to me many times. Destruction, death and despair birthed the light. I'm happy to say I've had a good go at it and feel pretty great about things. Witnessing the endless life, birth, life process of the garden I ultimately saw beyond it all.

Mythic Yoga: Caribbean Kali Sydney Solis

So it's time to retire the Queen and get ready for the Return. Things have shifted greatly, enormously, incredibly, amazingly. A profound healing.  No longer do I have the desire to examine myself or my mind's stories about what happened in the past. I'm too much in the present now. I'm still guided by mythic imagery, however, and as usual, by Kali and Durga, who were the Queen's Guides all along.  I will always journal, write memoir and tell my life's stories. But now the images have changed. The stars realigned, the compass direction points in a new world and the map holds a different story to now be told. I'm ready.

 

The battle was worth it and the triumph great. I have found that Little Piece of Paradise within to accompany me in life and am ready for the next phase. My battle scars are tattoos, home from the war as I prepare to return to the U.S. Mainland and move to Deland, Florida this June. It's time for the Return. All that can be healed has been healed. Hanging out spending time with Queen in the Garden did the trick. She had some good stories to tell. It was just the trick for my father, my mother, my sisters and my brothers, too. The retroactive healing of the ancestors when you heal yourself.

Of course The Queen lives on! A new cycle begins! She has moved to her permanent abode. You can find her in the Little Lotus in the Mythic Yoga Studio in live, online webcam classes on Powhow.com, enchanting, entertaining and educating children all over the world with yoga! Teen Yoginis in the Artemis Club and adults too in Mythic Yoga. To dig up the jewels in the worlds of our own bodies and tell the personal myths and heal the heart. 
 

So here's to the next phase! Long live story and yoga and long live the Queen of Bohemia!