WHO'S IN THE MIRROR?
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It took us some time to get our tickets and visas, and to prepare for India. There weren’t mandatory malaria vaccinations, but so many of our friends were insistent that we get one. It was obvious that they didn’t know Quinn, for he would never have his body injected with vaccines of any kind. He didn’t ever even go to doctors for anything, as he took complete responsibility for his own health. He was the healthiest person I had ever known and had no fear that his health would be compromised, especially being attacked by infectious diseases.
I was pretty freaking healthy--other than the fact that I had been feeling down for the time he was away. I had some encounters here with some mosquitoes in his absence, and came to some conclusions about the danger of their bites, even from across the world.
During my extremely frequent meditations during Quinn’s solo travels, I had some very odd occurrences with mosquitoes.
The first powerful incident happened after dark outside in my yin/yang garden. While meditating I heard some rustling in the bushes. When I became aware of it, my first thought was the skunks I had seen in the area. I got a little uneasy, wondering what I would do if a skunk approached me. Since I didn’t really know what it was, I decided that no matter what, even if one came up to me, I would just sit and listen.
The noise subsided, then through the silence came a loud swarming sound. That swarm darted to and landed on the upper right side of my face and forehead. A “normal” persona would likely have screamed and run for cover, but I was determined to simply sit and listen as I told myself I would do. As I sat there antsy and squirmy, so wanting to shoo them away. I could feel the mosquitos sucking my blood, and see through the corners of my eye their bodies moving slightly toward and away from my skin as if really getting into the sucking motion. I sat for what seemed like an extremely long period of time--it’s amazing how long a mosquito can cling on and rhythmically be sucking one's blood!
My right eye started to water and I tried to keep myself relaxed and endure all the biting of my flesh. Eventually they all flew away together. The next morning when I awoke there were probably 30 red irritated mosquito bites on that part of my face. I was kind of perturbed about it, but being that it wasn't really all that big of a deal except that I looked like I had a face partially full of chickenpox. I sat with how I felt when the mosquitoes came, and how uncomfortable and resistant I was to their presence. I could feel how my irritated vibration came through in all of those irritated bites--so since my whole world revolves around me, I essentially had brought it all on myself.
The second encounter also happened in my yin/yang garden shortly thereafter. This time I had pre-determined that if anything like that would ever to happen again that I would not only sit and listen, but let go of the resistance. There was no rustling of the bushes in advance, but I heard the swarm coming in. At least 20 mosquitos landed on my pinky, the top and side of my right hand. Several mosquitos also positioned themselves in a direct line up my body toward and facing my heart. I took a deep breath and decided to again sit and listen--peacefully, easily, in acceptance of what is. I watched them but they did not move. They did not puncture my hand, but sat on my skin for what felt like an even longer period of time than before. Eventually they all took off and flew away together!! Miraculously--I had not a single bite!
The third encounter was while I was in my room. I heard mosquitoes buzzing around my head. It was one of those moments where most people would just want to stop and smack them all for being so annoying. But I decided to plop down in front of the mirror and listen, without resistance. The mosquitoes encircled my head. When the buzzing stopped, a mosquito landed on my bangs, sitting still for probably 20-30 seconds facing me in the mirror. It was there present with me in our reflection in the mirror!!! DAMN!!! Then the buzzing around my head began again. When the buzzing stopped, there was a second mosquito sitting right next to the first, facing the same direction in exactly the same angle, on hairs that were combed in parallel. Right there with us in the mirror! Another pregnant pause and the buzzing continued. When it halted, there were three mosquitoes aligned on those hairs, one next to the other, in perfect succession. The buzzing began again...then there were 4!!! All sitting next to each other in a line, one on each hair and facing the same direction, looking at me in the mirror! I sat in amazement for what felt like a long period of time until the buzzing began, and they all disappeared.
What the heck was that about? What strange behavior--or was it? Maybe they did things like that and I had never taken the time to notice! Maybe I had been in resistance and unable to connect with them through my energetically disturbed vibration. Hmmm...maybe I had just been taught to fear and react instead of accepting them as creatures of the natural way of things.
I meditated to see if I could understand more of what was going on with the mosquitoes, then had several other encounters which confirmed there was something more to look at on top of the agreements I had with them already.
I had a long-term relationship with mosquitoes for at least a decade. I first told them that if they bit or hurt me, I would swat them since this was my body not theirs, and they could go get blood anywhere else they wanted to. Then I evolved to say that they could bite me, as long as they didn’t hurt me or make me itch or sick. Agreed!! For years, though there are an abundance of Texas mosquitoes, I have come to have a truce, and actually found appreciation for them. I barely even notice they are out, even though others may be extremely bothered.
I used to get bitten so much when I first moved to Texas, and I would notice that the more I got annoyed with them, the more reason they gave me to be annoyed. I realized that they were a reflection of me, showing me my ease, grace and connection, or my frustration, anxiety and aggravation.
My relationship with the mosquitoes was heightened by these most recent encounters and even more possibilities came to me about them. What if the mosquitoes are actually of benefit to us. What if they are drawn to specific humans, but we too too resistant to recognize? What if they were giving us acupuncture?!! What if they bite us where we have energy blockages, which we then began to scratch, which moves the energy around, unblocking our chi? Have you ever noticed that if you shoo them away they often come back to the same spot on your skin again? I often see people at the @gardenofeden with mosquitoes biting them on their third eye!
I've also noticed that the people who get bitten the most and have the biggest reactions are those who are generally the most uptight and resistant, afraid of bugs, indoor people, or those with poor diets. Perhaps the mosquitoes know those people need the most medicine, so focus on helping them out the most!
I considered that perhaps that even mosquitoes speak to each other from all around the world, and that they gave me their own inoculation to protect me while in India from their malaria outbreak. Not that I figured I would get malaria as I have an extremely strong immune system, but possibilities are always interesting to consider--as well as finding peace with a creature that seems to be the bane of existence for many.
One other beautiful reality that I’ve tuned into with the mosquito is about their sound. Most people are annoyed when mosquitoes buzz their ears, but not me. I imagine how amazing it is to get a personal symphony from one of nature’s tiny little miracles. It’s amazing to get to hear the voice so up close and personal from a bug!
I didn’t give malaria a second thought but began readying myself for an adventure. I guess I was nearly ready for India. At least on the surface I was getting prepared.
Life is really all about consciousness. The vastness of the Universe provides the full spectrum of possibility.
My relationship with mosquitos is just one example of how, when we let go of resistance ease can flow. That which we find as threatening actually comes from within, our own reflection, and manifests in ways we then are tangibly faced to engage.
I had plenty of fear and resistance in my relationship with the mosquito, just as I had with Quinn, all borne from my own core energetic beliefs. Neither the mosquito nor Quinn were actually the problem! I was aware that I was building my own vortex that would continue to unfold in accordance with my own vibration.
With lots of practice it became easier and easier to see myself in the reflection of everything. Whether it be my relationship with a mosquito or my relationship with Quinn, I can see it is me......there I am!
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on this journey with me toward Unconditional Love!
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