I just created a quick audio healing meditation for a client with a grumpy base chakra, and thought I might share it here too for others to enjoy. I forgot to set up the mike, so the recording quality isn’t as good as usual, but it will do!
This meditation is helpful for anyone whose base chakra or ‘red energy’ is grumpy, sulking and feeling thwarted due to a sense of being trapped or not having enough freedom/choices.
Red energy loves to move/act/express in a decisive and dynamic manner and if it gets blocked, it can get depressed!
My clients generally use their tailored meditations repeatedly over a period of time. After a while, they end up with a collection of them and know how each one makes them feel, and what each one is good for treating, so they self-prescribe as needed. It’s lovely to be able to come back to an old favourite when symptoms start creeping back in, months or years later.
This blog is for anyone with a deck of Aura Cards. Depression Grey is a pale grey.
Like the grey ash of a dead fire, Depression Grey appears in the aura when the vibrant flames of warm auric colours such as red, orange and yellow, have died out. This can make us feel introspective and reflective, or drained and depressed. Other visual metaphors which convey the mood of this colour include overcast dreary days, an ashen face drained of colour, suffocating smoke, low lying fog, grey city buildings cloaked in toxic smog, or even the sense of being wrapped tightly in a grey blanket and not being able to breathe or move easily.
Areyonga was a power place for me; the mountains reached out and connected with me, spoke with me. I haven’t seen a more beautiful place and it was delicious to be nestled so closely between two mountains. The echo was incredible. What I thought were two dogs barking at each other turned out to be one dog barking at himself.
I found two special flowers here, both within metres of one another, a fuchsia and a daisy. This was the first daisy I’d found on the trip and I’d really been looking forwards to connecting with daisy, so it was a magical moment for me. I’d headed in off the road, letting spirit guide my steps, drawn towards some mistletoe. As I stepped up to the tree I realised it wasn’t in flower, but when I looked down, right in front of me was this magnificent daisy bush.
Daisy spoke to me mostly in images and feelings, with the odd word thrown in. I had to work with this medicine three times before I really grasped its purpose.