​Written by: Mike Way

At almost 68 years old, I enjoy finding out that I am still capable of learning some new tricks.   But admittedly, at this stage, acquiring new skills that are truly “life changing” is fairly unusual.  For me, meditation has become a remarkable addition to my life, even if it has come in the “autumn” of my years.   Better late than never, as they say.

I’d been mildly curious about meditation for many years.  In a box somewhere, I’m pretty sure I can find some books on, and an old cassette tape of, meditations.  But, the tape has never been played; the books unread.  Somehow, I just never actually tried it.  Why?

Well, I’m aware that I had been put-off just slightly about meditation, mostly based on clichés and false assumptions (e.g. shave my head, wear orange robes and burn incense?)  I worried that I’d be required to pretzel myself into the lotus position – (which by the way, as I got older, was simply out of the question!)  Silly, huh?

Recently, a few things happened that finally hooked my attention…including semi-retirement and sheltering-at-home because of Covid-19.   Most importantly, a dear colleague and good friend invited me to Deepak Chopra’s 21 Days of Abundance meditation challenge.  Although I tried to think up several excuses, I was unable to overcome one simple truth….that I completely and absolutely trusted her judgment and her genuineness.

That person, of course was/is Ali.  I had worked with her closely about 20 years ago, and was always deeply impressed with her very high level of intelligence, but charmingly mixed with a down-to-earth demeanor, and common-sense thoughtfulness.  During the ensuing years, our career and life-paths diverged, but we never lost touch.  When I learned that she had answered a calling in spirituality, I was somewhat surprised, if not slightly shocked.  But, it was clear she was the same old Ali I knew, having simply turned her incredible intellect and thoughtfulness onto a different focus.  I fell back on my trust and belief in her, so I accepted her invitation.  Thus began my personal journey with meditation…..

For some of you reading this, you may have already discovered the power(s) of meditation for yourself.  For some of you, it might encourage or support you on your own journey.  For a few of you, perhaps it may provide just enough of a nudge to finally put aside any reluctance, for whatever your reason(s) and “get on with it” -- taking that first step.

The stories I can offer are simply a way to share my joy of discovery.  They may or may not be similar to any of your own experiences.  I don’t represent them as anything you should particularly look for; nor as correct or incorrect milestones in the meditation process.  I have no idea if they are “typical” in any way, shape or form.  Perhaps their best value might be in stimulating or prompting some of you to share your own stories on this blog, or elsewhere.  I feel I’ve had some “profound” insights, but no doubt profound only to me because, after all, meditation is a profoundly personal experience.

In a few cases, I’ll share some ideas of my own about the process and practice of meditation itself – often borne of my own muddled awareness and misconceptions.  I don’t offer these as universal truths or previously un-earthed truths – but rather as considerations for anyone who may be having difficulties (as I once did) exploring or embracing meditation.  

My first “aha!” moment came roughly two-thirds into the 21 Day Challenge and was about the “process” more than a personal insight.  I had come to rather enjoy the “just music” parts of the meditations as much or more than the “guided” narrative parts.  Somewhere along the way, I began to be troubled that the “just music” parts were becoming shorter and shorter in duration.  The ending “bell” would sound long before I was “ready” to stop, and often when I thought I was just getting started into great stuff.  It occurred to me this was probably intentional in design, and probably revealed later.  Curious, I went back to the first couple of days – and discovered that, while I thought the “just music” time had been decreased down to only three minutes or so – it turned out that it was actually quite consistent at 9-10 minutes  from the very beginning.  In fact, it was I who had changed….rather than spending/wasting the first five or seven minutes worrying about whether “I was doing it right” or having my brain take me off course with distractions such as sounds or itchy eyes or needing to sneeze – I was instead learning to ignore that stuff and redirect my focus back to the mantra.  Thus my actual time in useful meditation simply had time-warped on me, making the ten minutes fly by.  It made me want more….much more. 

The first, most dramatic, personal moment for me happened a few days later.  For most of my adult life, I’d struggled with some frustrating aspects of my relationship with my mother.  Since she passed a few years ago (at age 92), I had felt an uncomfortable, unfinished lack of closure with her.  Then, during a meditation, with no context or reason, she suddenly appeared to me.  There was no exchange of words or anything like that, but I was suddenly flushed with a wonderful sense of warmth, forgiveness, and reconnection.  I became aware in that moment, that a slight smile had crossed my face, and felt it vibrate throughout my entire body – down to my toes.  I realized it was the first time in 40 years that I had looked her in the eye and smiled TRULY and SINCERELY at her, and with her.  The love I felt in that moment was astonishing. 
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Since then, I have been meditating every day (often more than once) without fail.

​I hope this interview with VoyageDenver inspires you to consider how what you do in this life supports who you are in this life.  It has been quite a journey!

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http://voyagedenver.com/interview/meet-ali-sweeney-light-insight-south-denver/

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People often say that the summer solstice is the longest day (in the northern hemisphere), but I like to think of it as the longest light.  Around this summer solstice (June 21), I have been playing in the light, and giving myself permission to feel the light and be bright.  

I created a meditation around this quote by Shakti Gawain, "The more light you allow within you the brighter the world you live in will be."  Try out this meditation to feel your light.
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Meditation Recording

I see the light in you.  Be bright.

Image by Christine Aubé from Pixabay ​

Please check out this latest 'musings' on Medium where I describe a little bit about being psychic:
I See and I Say What I See
A Not So Woo Woo Psychic

Thoughts on death growing up in funeral home
 
This fall as the colors fade to brown, my family is undergoing another change - the family home of 80 years is for sale.  This ending is a hard goodbye to a place that held so much of life for us. And it makes me laugh to think of all of the life in that house, because this particular home is also a funeral home. Yep, my grandparents operated a funeral home - the place that many people go to have a memorial for their loved one.  So growing up, there were lots of funerals, caskets, open caskets with bodies in them, and mourners.  And me and my cousins.  While there was a service happening, we were always respectful, quiet, not seen or heard.  But at all other times, my cousins and I would be running playfully through the halls, giggling and laughing.  We played tag around the grave markers in the sales lot. We played hide and seek among the caskets.  Death was very much a part of our lives.  And I’ve noticed that this society of ours, sometimes tries to hide death, to let the ending go unnoticed.  When you grow up in a funeral home, you’ve got to notice the ending.
 
Yes, there is an ending that comes with death, but there is also a beginning.  The body ends and the soul begins a new adventure.   It was so obvious at the funeral home: that a body was just a body.  And there is so much more to life than a body! The laughter, the giggling, the playing, the love, the spirit. In the novel A Wrinkle In Time, Madeleine L’Engle creates a species of animal that doesn’t have eyes and can not see. This creature says, “We look not at the things which are what you would call seen, but at the things which are not seen.  For the things which are seen are temporal. But the things which are not seen are eternal.” Yes, these bodies are seen and temporal. Yet all those things that we can not see –the spirit, the love, the light, the life—is eternal.  This we can not see, but we can know.
 
When the body stops working in this incarnation, it is the ultimate of endings. Yet, our lives are filled with all different kinds of endings: the sale of a home, the death of a relationship, the death of a job, or the ending of era. We experience these endings throughout our lives.  Every day ends and begins again, each season ends and a new one begins. And just like when a soul leaves a body, and there are different opportunities for the soul, with every ending in our lives a rebirth is possible.  Rebirth is possible throughout our lives in bodies. With every ending, there is the opportunity for a beginning. 
 
Sometimes, though, we cling to whatever we still want to be a part of our lives. Sometimes we simply refuse to acknowledge that a “death” has happened.   And when we so specifically say no to the ending, it is a lot more challenging to say yes to the rebirth. We want things to be the way they were and we cling to the past, hoping for a different ending or no ending at all. 
 
The truth is, when we say no to what is, we hold on to the pain. But as we choose to say yes, (not yes I really wanted this to happen, but yes this is what happened)  the pain starts to release.  And the rebirth begins. The beginning starts. The new job, the new relationship, the new adventure has an opportunity to take root.
 
I learned about rebirth as a child through my dear Uncle Keith.  When my grandparents died, Uncle Keith, left the job of his life as a librarian to lead the family business. He was reborn as a funeral director as he rededicated his life’s work to bring light to people in their darkest moments. He brought compassion, attention to detail, and flair. And the symbol he chose for every funeral was a shaft of wheat. The wheat has to die, so that the seeds can be sown. It is a traditional symbol of resurrection in Christian faiths, and the life of the soul.  In the darkness, even in the darkest dark of the death of the body, there is light.  A new path for the soul;  a new field to sow.  Teaching this became Uncle Keith’s life’s purpose.  He transformed like a butterfly from librarian to light keeper.
 
Death is an end and a beginning, a step; it’s not a problem and it’s not a failure.  But society would have us believe that death equals failure; that death is scary, and that death is unfamiliar.  Yet, death happens every day, and some day to each one of us. I believe the more we talk about it, the less scary and spooky and fearful death feels. Talking about death will not make it happen sooner.  Death is a part of life, and for those of us left living – if we are willing to talk about death—we can support each other in times of loss and grief. 
 
Maybe you have not experienced a person’s life ending in a body recently, but maybe you are mourning the end of a marriage, your child’s childhood, the change of the seasons, or something only you would understand.   Give yourself the time and the space to move from the place of resistance, of “no this did not happen” to acceptance. Say “yes, this did happen’.”  Maybe you can even find gratitude for the change, and dare to dream the new beginning. Dare to be the happiest version of yourself now.
 
Let’s take a look at this idea of endings and beginnings in meditation:
Click here for the meditation recording
 
Grief is hard, especially if you feel alone.  If you feel like talking about death or grief, please do! Find a friend with a good ear.  And I would encourage you to do the same for a friend in need.  Consider being there in a space of love, acceptance, and light.  How can you be a light in their darkness? Be the sun for the newly sown wheat.