Today, I created a Sacred Fire. I brought offerings to spirit in hopes that I would be guided and assisted in letting go of my old story. I brought olive oil, incense and a stick representing my story. I opened sacred space inviting Great Spirit, the directions, and all allies in spirit form. I honored them and lit the fire, but it was stubborn. I fed it small sticks, paper, and everything I could find. Still, it smoked. My eyes burned and tears streamed down my face, as I tried my best to please the fire spirits. I wondered if they were rejecting me and the ceremony. Once again, I felt lacking and not enough.
Suddenly I heard, “too many mind”, as a stinging nettle jumped out to get my attention. I became acutely aware of my mind chatter. I was trying to build a fire from all my experiences from the past and it wasn’t working. All the camping trips, all the fire gathering was not what I needed to build this fire.
I stopped and listened inside… the voice began telling me the exact sticks the fire wanted and I quickly began gathering the summoned wood. The fire grew strong and the smoke pointed away from me as I moved around it. A dance began between the fire and my spirit. I let go, accepting the invitation to flow with the aliveness of creation. I fed the fire three times, with olive oil, incense, and my story.
The fire was threatening to go out as I blew my story into the stick and tossed it in. The minute my stick hit the top of the bundle, the fire blazed. It was anxious to distinguish my old limiting beliefs as much as I was. It was awe-inspiring. I sat in amazement of the fire and its glory.
About that time, I looked up to see an eagle majestically circling above in its full authority. Then, I looked to my right to see an orange breasted hummingbird lingering at eye level about two feet away. It stopped as if to give an approving nod and quickly flew away.
Time stopped. The voice of Spirit became crystal clear and I basked in the inevitability of the One.