I suppose it was the combination of the meditation oil I crafted with the deep relaxation of Savasana along with the way the teacher rubbed the oils on my neck, but I fell into a deep trance and a vision most clear did come. And the question was asked, “Who are you without the masks, roles, experiences, perceptions, and names?”
If I were not called an herbalist, or mom, or if I were not a wife, or a being of memories, in my very essence- who am I? My eighth chakra, my soul, who is that?
And before me the faces and names disappeared and a very old woman appeared in robed form, all I could see of her was her smiling face, and I knew it was me. My truest being. Around her head were birds-hawks, eagles, ravens, owls- all the birds I see near daily and her name was Bird Woman.
“Take advantage of being here,” she whispered.