As I mentioned in Guest Author I recently attended another shamanic workshop, and during the week, I had been waking around 4 AM each morning and for a few hours each day had the pleasure of staying in the place between sleep and awake that I call the fuzzy-time. Snuggled all warm in the bed, I would turn my mind loose to wander where it wished.
On the morning of the last day, while in the fuzzies, I heard a knock on a door and was wondering who would be knocking on the door to my room at that hour, but quickly realized it was an internal knock. Not wanting to “get up” I said come in and a large man appeared. He had short cut grey hair, a strong but kind face, was slightly overweight with strong hands and arms and looked like he may have been a construction worker. He introduced himself, but I did not remember his name and told me he was there to help me clean out my attic.
We proceeded to a large room with scattered groups of neatly piled “stuff” and he produced a clipboard and as we went around to the piles, he would identify things and mark them down on his clipboard, although I came out of the experience remembering little of what he said. As he identified things to be removed, a small band of very short beings would come in and pick them up and then disappear with them. At one point he told me to get a broom and clean up the now vacated areas. As I did so, he would once in a while look at what I was sweeping up and make a comment here or there.
When we finished, the room was clean with neatly cataloged and organized sections with the “stuff” stacked in the proper order.
In a previous post titled Cleaning out the attic , I said how important it was for us to examine the contents of our attics on a regular basis so that we could identify limiting and conflicting beliefs; those things that are not serving us, and my attic was pretty clean the last time I checked just a couple weeks before the workshop, but obviously the week’s work has shifted some things around and it was again time to discard what would not now serve me.
I had forgotten about this cleaning session until just a few hours ago while talking with my friend Frank DeMarco, and thought I would share it. Frank asked if I had expressed my gratitude for the help, and I realized I had not, so that is in order for tonight.