Linda over at litebeing chronicles issued a challenge this months to write a post “celebrating your unique essence and energy.” I’m not sure whether this post expresses my uniqueness, but it certainly wanders down the bizarre trail my life has been following for some years and I kind of think this thing on my forehead may turn out to be more central to who I am than I can now imagine.
The last couple of months the unwinding process in my head has been both challenging and exciting. The piece I’ve been particularly interested in involves the muscles in my forehead.
Over the last couple of months the muscles around my third eye have increasingly bulged out as a result of all the untwisting and movement in the muscles behind my eyes. Somewhere along the way I noticed the shape they are assuming looks more and more like a heart. I’m not much on taking selfies and I had quite a time getting shots of my own forehead in the right light for it to show up. Hope you can see what I’m seeing.
UPDATE 11/12/16: I also have no talent for (or interest in) art programs like Paint, but I kept fiddling around and more or less managed to draw around the bulges to make it easier to see, so I’ve added the photo with drawing.
Over the course of lots of posts I’ve told the story of a shaman telling me there was a big wound in my maternal line and I needed to go back seven generations to find the source. Using meditation to reach back, I found an ancestor witch burned at the stake and a distressed daughter who shut down the “sight” that had been our lineage–for all succeeding generations.
I’ve been through several stages and types of healing, from using long distance Reiki to send healing back in time, to creating a ceremony for a group to heal ancestral issues, and then creating a private ceremony to heal this issue, to having major sessions with healers to address the many ways this issue tied up the muscles in my head.
Throughout, the notion that I’m from a line of Seers meandered vaguely through my consciousness. The more the muscles unwound, the more I noticed a good portion of the twisted up stuff involved a stranglehold on my third eye and I could see how well that situation served the ancestral “curse” of shutting down the sight for all who came after.
I’m fascinated to see this heart around my third eye as the muscles which created a squeeze blocking the area are slowly unwinding. Although I can make guesses as to what this means, no big insight has struck. Fun to follow its progress though…