Vince and Vero Sitting In A a Tree

Vince and Vero, sittin’in a Tree,

Now that that are married,

Will they tell their story

About their life living in a Tree.

What?

They live in a Tree?

t is not just any tree.

To begin with, it always looks like different animals come to bless it, and you can see their faces; different people see different animals.

I always see a doe. My mom sees a dog most the time.

The house is built at the tree’s top.

One end is higher than the other because they’d heard high end houses were in.

They polish the floor with furniture polish and put their bests socks on at the door. Then they slide from the high end all the way across the house to the very lowest wall. They land in a stack of perpendicular pillows. They climb the curly cue walls back to the top as many times as the want.

Of course, if they don’t want the house to be high on one side, the floor lifts to level at the pull of a lever that is curled in a curly cue tip.

It is glorious to live in the tree’s tippy top; it is cozy and easy to breathe,

Inhale…in…

Exhale…out…

and that is what coming home is about.

I am hoping to talk to Vero and Vince, to ask them if I may tell their tales, tell some of the whacked out weird Zane-crazy you-name it kind of stuff they have encountered since they met, fell in love, got married, and moved in to the high end house.

Who wants to hear their stories?

A Good Fight Is No Fight

Honestly, I am taking the easy way by following the still small voice and choosing to stay in this house with my mom instead of moving into another place after a fight.

Yes, mom and I have problems. That is why I moved here in the first place.

I want to make the most of the time we have left. I want to do my very best to repair and reshape the relationship we have so that we can enjoy all the wonderful times we’ve shared, and heal from the times that were painful.

It’s not always easy, but 90 % of the time it is enjoyable. It is worth it to me to work harder 10% of the time to learn how to solve our common problems and grow.

The phenomenonemnal thing is that I am doing what my Greater Wisdom is telling me to do instead of what my rational or thinking Mind would have done.

Thinking mind has had enough therapy to know that I can’t fix another person. I’m not attempting to fix her. I’m attempting to change myself and my knee-jerk reactions. I want to change things on a spirit level too which means I continuously take problems to God and ask for help.

It feels good to do what my still small voice says to do, even if it goes against conventional wisdom, like to stay and take up a chanting sadhana instead of moving to another apartment, for example.

The directions are very clear, which surprises me. It seems that they are only confusing when I fight them. When I follow, the directions are quite precise!

So, I’m not fighting right now. And I seem to be winning the war.

Another Way To Fight

I’ve decided to try a 365 day spiritual practice in the Kundalini tradition to fight my familial demons.

Instead of moving away, and instead of jumping from frying pan into fire, I am going to try to transcend both through spiritual practice.

In other words, I am going to consciously let go and let God handle my family issues on a daily basis.

I am going to use the 12 step program of recovery suggested by the Big Book of Alcoholics Anonymous as well as a spiritual program outlined by kundalini yoga to figure out how to let go and let God take over.

Although I am not on schedule with the 40 day global practice, I am starting from where I am now. Today is day two for me. I will post the practice in case anyone wants to join me. It is really a beautiful practice which combines a pranayama which activates the “7th rib,” which according to kundalini tradition gives us a new spirit, or renews or childlike spirit. The exercise is followed by the recitation of the poota mata mantra which is a mother’s blessing for her child. It is a holy prayer for her child that the child would remember God always and never forgets, not even for a moment. The mantra is repeated 11 times.

I am chanting for my children, for my relationship with them and for blessings in their lives. I am also chanting for my relationship with my mother, and with my siblings.

I am chanting for children who have troubled lives and for orphans and kids in war zones and refugees, for families everywhere.

It seems like a better use of my energy than to simply run away.

I will keep you updated on my progress.

https://www.spiritvoyage.com/Globalsadhana/ElevatingOurselvesBlessingOurChildren