The Green Doctor

     

     A green color in an aura signifies an intellectual person who may possess healing gifts.  The powerful healing stone, Green Jade, has been known to help dispel the negative and encourages one to see oneself as they really are.  The color of the heart chakra is green.  In energy work we were taught to visualize this color for the intent of healing.

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     No Sunday on this beautiful island would be complete without a little communing with the sea!  Luckily the new roomie owned a boat!  I had woke up a bit groggy from the activities of the night before and was actually considering not joining him for the outing . . . and I LOVE boating.  But something finally kicked my ass in gear, and I suited up to go.  We get to the marina, and the roomie, Platt, curses, having forgotten his other set of keys.  I was instructed to wait there and he'd be right back.  Looking around I found myself the best option for a place to lie down, concrete, so I could try to close the eyes for a quick nap.  A lot of time passed and he was still not back.  
"Hi." I hear.  Oh this must be the friend that Platt told me was coming.  "I'm Randall, you must be the roommate."  He came over and sat on the concrete near me.  It was a bit of a gray day to start, and he wore his sunglasses on his head, holding back dark, curly, fine locks.  His deep green eyes stood out afront a tanned complexion.  What amazing eyes.  Both of us waiting now, we struck up a conversation, and I was happy getting to know him.  At one point, his glance was stolen by a couple of very large black birds that were gliding in circles high above us.  They had broad pterodactyl-like wings and he said they were called, Ciseaux La Mers, and that the island's Nobel Laureate, Derek Walcott, wrote poetically about them in his books.  In fact, he would lend me one of his books, seeing as I'm a writer I would no doubt enjoy it as well as gain knowledge of the island's culture and scenery.  I thought it great that he was in awe of animals and nature, and it felt nice to share that connection with someone else who felt that way, like myself.  He went on to describe the potency of Walcott's work and how it affected him, the man's talking about poetry, <beam> and that one should read the work aloud instead of silently.  Beautiful.  I made a comment, recommending he read the poetry of Hesse and how he too, described nature in a most remarkable way, capturing in words the Godness that emanates in the Oneness of all.  Right away, he replied he'd read and enjoyed some of his works and knew of what I spoke.  The man knows Hesse?!  He went on to talk about more esoteric concepts, so easily with beautiful, precise word choice, and I right away admired the way he was able to verbalize those things which I'd established in my mind before, accepting as inner knowings.  A vision flashed through my mind of me over at his home, on a large balcony, with a small group of his friends.  We sat around with glasses of red wine, discussing philosophic and literary topics.

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Sit down anywhere you like, on a wall, a stone, a tree stump, on the grass or earth:  everywhere they surround you, a painting and a poem, everywhere the world resonates beautifully and happily around you…

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     The sun never fully came out, the boat ride ensued, up and around the island's northern tip we went . . . from the vista of the sea we admired her beautiful rocky shores, and jagged cliffs . . . 

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     A week or two passed and he invited me to Sunday morning meditation in town.  I was thrilled to be getting out, and thrilled to have found a gathering for spiritual practice on the island.  It was interesting to meet and witness a community on the vibe of coming together for conscious practice.  "The Art of Living Foundation" gathers weekly, leading chanting, a guided meditation, and a discussion.  Being there was fulfilling for me, seeing as after my whole breakup, yearnings for spiritual communion and community were a thing I'd decided I would no longer sacrifice.  I'd left there feeling myself again, more complete, and grateful for the time revered to meditate. 

     We were back again the following Sunday, and this time, afterwards, Randall invited me to a special beach I'd never been to- a beach that barely any tourist visited, and hardly any locals went to.  We packed up a cooler of beer, grabbed our suits and were off.  It soon became clear why this extraordinary beach was hardly visited.  The road getting there was suited for SUV's that handled off-roading!  The terrain was unpaved and bumpy, fraught with rocks and holes; these roads were for only for the adventurous.  After the rocky journey in, we reached the end before the descent down to the strip of beach.  The peak was a breathtaking and unbelievable 180 degree view of Atlantic sea, lined with humble, curvaceous mountain.  So beautiful, seeming unreal.

  We parked on the beach under the shade of the rusted coconut palms.  The sparkling sea welcomed our arrival and sounded its salutations splashing to shore.  I breathed in the view with awe and gratitude.  Now this is exactly what I wanted to be doing on island.  We were the only people on the beach, besides a local boy down the way who'd probably just come from spear fishing.  This setting is just what I'd envisioned the island to be before I came.

     

   I was enchanted.  Amazed by the beautiful view, and in disbelief about the amazing company.  We chanted mantras, and there we sat meditating on nature and communing with it all.  We got to talking and before I knew it I was sharing about my ceremonial experience with the sacred Mother Vine.  I hadn't shared that story with hardly anyone, and how he openly received and accepted my experience, made me feel understood and satisfied.  He was present, his face turned to me, eyes shining jade.  What a gorgeous creature!  Yet I was still a closed off, crushed being, who scoffed at love.  My heart and mind wanted nothing to do with thoughts of relationship and giving of myself for someone else.  The ocean offered to receive pieces of my bitter heart's grief and I gladly welcomed healing and thanked her.



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Allow yourself to fall… deeply

cradled in loves hands

as you fall through the sky.

The interior light of your lovers’ love

encircles you

as you unravel

to reveal the butterfly that you are.

Loves divine mirror is the greatest gift,

the recollection of one’s soul.

As you dance in his hands

the flame of his light ignites.

The reflection of you bounces back and dazzles your wings with sparkle.

You remember you, and he, he.

Falling deeper,

    wrapped in emotion

diving into joy so profound,

it only brings pain…but wait…

this pain never felt so good, 
never felt so sweet.