Breathing Under Water

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𝐼𝑑’𝑠 π‘›π‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘π‘‘π‘–π‘šπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ πΌβ€™π‘š 𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 π‘€π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘  π‘π‘™π‘’π‘‘π‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘” π‘œπ‘›π‘‘π‘œ π‘Ž π‘π‘œπ‘’π‘™π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘œπ‘› π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘Žπ‘›π‘˜. πΌβ€™π‘š π‘‘π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘ π‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘ π‘π‘’π‘π‘Žπ‘’π‘ π‘’ πΌβ€™π‘š 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘‘π‘œ π‘™π‘œπ‘ π‘’ π‘šπ‘¦ π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘ π‘Žπ‘  π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘›π‘‘ 𝑖𝑠 π‘ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘›π‘” π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘’π‘›π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘™π‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘”. 𝐴 π‘™π‘Žπ‘‘π‘¦ π‘œπ‘› π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘ β„Žπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘π‘π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘Žπ‘β„Žπ‘’π‘  π‘šπ‘’. 𝐼 π‘π‘Žπ‘™π‘™ π‘œπ‘’π‘‘ π‘‘π‘œ β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ, β€œπ‘ƒπ‘™π‘’π‘Žπ‘ π‘’, π‘π‘™π‘’π‘Žπ‘ π‘’, 𝑔𝑒𝑑 π‘ π‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘œπ‘›π‘’ π‘‘π‘œ β„Žπ‘’π‘™π‘ π‘šπ‘’β€¦πΌ 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 π‘ π‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘œπ‘›π‘’ π‘€β„Žπ‘œβ€™π‘  𝑏𝑖𝑔 π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘›π‘”β€¦π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘›π‘‘ 𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘šπ‘’ π‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿβ€¦β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘¦, β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘¦, π‘π‘™π‘’π‘Žπ‘ π‘’!” 𝐼𝑑’𝑠 π‘‘π‘Žπ‘˜π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘™π‘Žπ‘‘π‘¦ π‘ π‘’π‘β„Ž π‘Ž π‘™π‘œπ‘›π‘” π‘‘π‘–π‘šπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘› π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘šπ‘¦ π‘π‘œπ‘‘π‘¦ 𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘‘π‘œ π‘ π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿβ€¦π‘œβ„Ž πΊπ‘œπ‘‘, π‘œβ„Ž πΊπ‘œπ‘‘β€¦. I think to myself, π‘Šβ„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ 𝑖𝑓 𝐼 𝑗𝑒𝑠𝑑 π‘ π‘–π‘›π‘˜ π‘–π‘›π‘‘π‘œ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘β„Žπ‘’? πΌβ€™π‘š π‘ π‘™π‘œπ‘€π‘™π‘¦ π‘ π‘–π‘›π‘˜π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘‘π‘œπ‘€π‘›, π‘‘π‘œπ‘€π‘›, π‘‘π‘œπ‘€π‘›. 𝑂𝑀𝐺! πΌβ€™π‘š π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘”! 𝐴𝑙𝑙 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘Žπ‘¦ π‘‘π‘œ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘“π‘™π‘œπ‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝐼 π‘ π‘–π‘›π‘˜, 𝑦𝑒𝑑 πΌβ€™π‘š π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘” π‘›π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘šπ‘Žπ‘™π‘™π‘¦. 𝐼 β„Žπ‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿ 𝑒π‘₯π‘π‘™π‘œπ‘ π‘–π‘£π‘’ π‘ π‘œπ‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘ , π‘™π‘–π‘˜π‘’ π‘”π‘’π‘›π‘“π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘’. 𝐼 π‘™π‘œπ‘œπ‘˜ 𝑒𝑝 π‘‘β„Žπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘’π‘”β„Ž π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘  π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ 𝑠𝑒𝑒 π‘“π‘–π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘¦ π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ π‘‘π‘  π‘Žπ‘”π‘Žπ‘–π‘›π‘ π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘›π‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘ π‘ π‘˜π‘¦ π‘Žπ‘  𝐼 β„Žπ‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿ π‘šπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘π‘–π‘‘ π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘  π‘œπ‘“ π‘“π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘’. π‘‡β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’β€™π‘  π‘Ž π‘€π‘Žπ‘Ÿ π‘”π‘œπ‘–π‘›π‘” π‘œπ‘› π‘Žπ‘  𝐼 π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘ π‘šπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘’ 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑦 π‘–π‘›π‘‘π‘œ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘Žπ‘“π‘’π‘‘π‘¦ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘π‘Žπ‘™π‘š. π΄π‘“π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘Ž π‘€β„Žπ‘–π‘™π‘’ 𝐼 π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘› π‘‘π‘œ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘’π‘™π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘Žπ‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘Žπ‘›π‘˜ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘Ž π‘™π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘”π‘’ π‘šπ‘Žπ‘› π‘–π‘›π‘ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘π‘™π‘¦ π‘ π‘€π‘œπ‘œπ‘π‘  π‘šπ‘’ π‘œπ‘’π‘‘ π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ. 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 π‘π‘Žπ‘™π‘š.

I had this dream a few years ago as I was returning home from a study sojourn in KMT (ancient Egypt). It was during the final months preceeding the 2016 presidential election when political noise, deception and rhetoric paraded with grandest fervor that reiterated terrifying racist events and our American past. I recall the sense of dread I felt while passing with others in my travel group through Customs at JFK airport. The cacophony blasting through suspended television screens throughout the airport.

In my dream I’m losing my grip trying to hold myself together, as if I have the power to do so all by myself. I’m panicky and know I’m in trouble…my efforts absolutely futile and my only choice is to let go into something deeper, another place of knowing beyond my mind’s capacity. Thank goodness, a part of me that knows to do just that! In my dream, the unrelenting Undercurrent, the Woman and the Man stand in the collective role of the Divine…call it God, the Archetypes, the Source…whatever is the language you use for the Power greater than your own mind and ego. It’s a force that can seem terrifying when you’re used to being in control.

The Woman takes her time to come back to me and the Man is not going to show up until I let go. They are with me all along…but I have to let go of my own devices in order to know my need for Them. We can stay in the panicky place of trying to hold it together on or own, or let go, and surrender to the Love and Support that’s greater. As citizens of this world, we are not guaranteed lives without disappointments, loss and terror. But we are guaranteed that we do not have to suffer alone and ungrounded. We can say, “I’m afraid, I’m feeling insecure, I’m embarrassed, I feel judged and ashamed”…all the taboos that society says, “Don’t feel!” When we are honest about our feelings, we are able to take the next step, to ask for and receive help from our deepest vessel of wisdom. Allow that support to carry you to new depths of consciousness so you can learn to breathe under water despite rocky boulders, noise, and chaos at the shore. Let the Loving, Strong Ones in you show you how to walk in power, direct your steps and help you find balance, real joy,Β  and radical change. Are you learning to breathe in deep waters?

If you would like to know more about Archetypal Dreamwork or discuss one of your dreams, reach out to me at email me directly at nowjourneyhome@gmail.com.

Love,
Cheptu

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Published by Grace Cheptu

I am a spiritual guide and dreamwork practitioner who is passionate about Archetypal Dreamwork as a form of inner direction and β€œhealing theatre” for the soul. What I know from my own experience and from working with others in one-to-one spiritual partnering, workshops, retreats and small group classes, is that we each carry the imprint of divine Wisdom consciousness that is always nudging us towards greater self-discovery, individuation, and capacities far beyond what our ego alone can know or experience. When we courageously follow the threads of our dreams, we gain clarity and develop compassion as we non-judgmentally work through our foibles and deepest shadows and move toward the light, the love, and support that's also present in us and for us. We learn to trust the wisdom of our own "soul print"...our own hero's journey to liberate our authentic selves from the bowels of misperception, conditioned responses, reactions and habits, fear and the residue of trauma which all prevent us from living our fullest, richest lives. A daughter of the Gullah-speaking South Carolina Lowcountry, I am also a musician, teacher and songwriter; a student of traditional world culture, and soon-to-be published author. In my blog, I will share from my personal healing journey and offer you a taste of the wonderful banquet that awaits when you pay critical and soulful attention to your dreams, act upon the "prescriptive medicine" they bring, and step into your creative, abundant and passion-filled life!

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