Welcome,
Traveller,
To the portal of wholeness.
This is a quiet invitation to return to yourself,
Not to be fixed or changed,
But to be met as you are,
With the earth beneath you and the unseen world walking beside you.
So get comfortable in your position,
Let your eyes close softly,
Listening to the heartbeat of the drum,
Like the echo of your own heart remembering.
In this meditation,
There is nothing to achieve,
Nothing to prove,
And nothing to force.
Bring a slow,
Deep breath in through your nose,
And a long,
Unforced breath out through your mouth,
Again,
Deep breath in through your nose,
Letting your body expand,
And a long,
Unforced breath out of your mouth,
Inhaling presence,
Exhaling all effort,
As if releasing an old way of holding yourself.
Feel the ground beneath you,
The earth knows you,
And this moment holds you.
Where the earth meets your body,
You are already in ceremony,
You do not need to gather yourself,
You are already here,
And the ancestors know your name,
Your spirit does not need to introduce itself.
Before you is a portal,
And it begins to shimmer,
Not above the world,
Or beyond it,
But woven into the thread of your own soul,
A doorway of light,
Of memory,
Of ancient inner knowing.
This portal does not lead away from you,
It leads inward,
Into the vastness of your own consciousness,
Where spirit meets breath,
And breath meets bones,
And bone remembers who you are.
There is no requirements here,
No tests,
No spiritual performance,
The portal opens to wholeness,
Which means nothing is exiled.
Your strength and your tenderness,
Your joy and your grief,
Your fierce knowing,
And your trembling uncertainty,
All belong,
All are sacred.
Step forward,
You are ready to step forward,
As you cross the threshold,
Feel something loosen,
The lifelong effort to hold everything together,
The need to make sense of every chapter of your life,
The quiet belief that you must earn your right to exist.
As the drum continues,
Like a heartbeat returning home,
Let all your masks fall away,
Let all the stories soften,
Let the river of becoming carry you.
Inside the portal,
There is no separation,
No fracture inside the soul,
No abandoned rooms within you,
Here a deep truth rises,
Like smoke from a sacred fire,
You are never broken,
You are never less than whole,
Nothing essentially has ever been missing,
Because wholeness is not an achievement,
Wholeness is a remembering,
A soul level returning.
Now feel this wholeness in the body,
Feel the warmth in your chest,
The open spaciousness in your belly,
The stillness beneath everything,
Like the earth holding you from below.
If grief is here,
Let it be held like a child at the fire,
If love is present,
Let it move like light between the worlds,
If numbness remains,
Let it sit beside you like an honored guest,
Wholeness does not demand sensation,
Wholeness allows truth.
Before you return,
Rest here,
No portals to hold open,
No state to maintain,
Just breathing with the drum,
Belonging to yourself,
Notice your breath,
Feel into your body,
Releasing any weight,
Let the ancient heart that beats inside your chest understand this,
You do not leave the portal behind,
It travels with you,
It lives in you,
It is you,
Take a final nourishing breath in,
And a slow breath out,
And when you are ready to return,
Carry nothing,
Because nothing was ever missing,
And your heartbeat will continue,
Even when the drumming falls silent.
When you rise from this space,
Rise as someone who remembers,
Remembers they were whole all along,
And carry this knowing like a quiet flame within you,
Guiding every step with the heartbeat of your own soul.
Blessings to you on your journey,
Dear soul.
Aho.
