My guides sing to me…
Spirit guides. Unconscious wisdom. God. Whatever you want to call them, or it – they often speak to me in song.
“Rise up, rise up, sweet family dear…
“Time of the Lord, and remembering…
“Love is here…”
This morning, 4:30am, I’m laying in bed, mind racing. Problem-solving. Troubleshooting. The same repetitive thoughts I always have, which lead me nowhere. Then another wavelength comes in, and I catch on:
“Rise up, rise up, sweet family dear…”
The songs I hear as guidance are familiar to me. This one is often sung in the Kundalini Yoga classes I take online.
Kundalini Yoga teachers often rave about morning sadhana, which traditionally involves waking up at 4am to start a yoga practice. I’ve always imagined, at some point in my practice, this would become the natural thing to do.
Well, then.
When I interpret guidance, I listen. That’s how I develop trust with my guidance, with myself. Besides, I know racing, worrisome thoughts are like death to my brain. With each synapse firing, I dig a deeper groove into the worry about everything until you self-sabotage Samskara. At this point, meditating, chanting, stretching is an attractive alternative. Rise up, rise up, sweet family dear…remembering, Love is here.”
‘”According to various schools of Indian philosophy, samskaras are the subtle mental impressions left by all thoughts, intentions and actions that an individual has ever experienced. Often likened to grooves in the mind, they can be considered as psychological or emotional imprints that contribute to the formation of behavioral patterns. Samskaras are below the level of normal consciousness and are said to be the root of all impulses, character traits and innate dispositions.” – Yogapedia.com
I got up. Naturally. No grunting or resisting. With gratitude. I was beckoned, by guidance beyond normal consciousness; whether it bubbled up during sleep from my deep brain, or came to me from benevolent beings in higher dimensions, I respect this helpful song.
Spinal flex. Sufi grind. Life nerve stretch. Guru pranam.
Alternating nostril breath of fire (Sat nam, Sat nam, Sat nam).
Meditate.
“Gobinday, Mukundhay, Udarhay, Aparay,
Hariung, Kariung, Nirmahmay, Akamay…”
Meditate.
Feel my Soul, check. Feel my heart, mmm, needs opening.
Camel pose, child’s pose, camel pose, breath of fire, repeat.
Meditate.
Savasana. In bed. With my cat on the left and my sweetheart on the right, hand in mine. My body tingles with new energy, pumped in through my diaphragm. I will myself to relax; I release the will. I relax.
3 hours later, I awaken, 7:30am. Usually, at this time, I’m just starting my yoga practice. I’m relieved: it’s already done. I can feel it.
Sanskrit chants calm my mind, replacing unhelpful thoughts with high vibrational sound waves.
Conscious movements paired with silent mantras of my true nature create balance and harmony in my body and mind.
Connection with my Soul, with my heart, with my energy field helps me remember that I’m more than my worries.
Most of all, listening to my guidance, and following it, creates deeper trust in life. I feel supported on my journey to wholeness. I feel loved by a deep voice that knows exactly what I need.
I woke up with a clear mind, with nothing to do but bask in peace and quiet. I felt inspired to write this piece. Will the 4am sadhana become a habit? If it’s natural, I’ll find myself back on my mat, in the darkness of early morning. For now, I appreciate the magic of tonight. I soak it in. This gift is enough.
Ethereal Ecology 