from Soul Cards
For the last five weeks, Rob has been teaching a meditation class at a local yoga studio. The atmosphere is much more conducive to meditation than the back room at the gym where he has taught several classes. Each class usually ends with a chant and we’ve noticed that the people who attend at the studio are much more likely to chant.
Tonight was the final sixth class. Right before class started, I got up to dim the overhead lights, tasteful Japanese lantern type lights, maybe dozen of them of various sizes – that hang from the ceiling. The switch that controls them is a dimmer switch – slide it up, the lights grow brighter, slide it down, the lights get dimmer – but don’t go out. To extinguish them, you have to flip like a regular light switch.
This final class is my personal favorite – a shamanic meditation that employs drums and rattles, very primal sounds. The meditation with the drums leads you into the “middle world,” the hidden reality behind daily life. The second of these meditations leads into the “higher world” and while Rob conducts the journey into this higher world, there’s the background of constant rattling. Once you’re high above the Earth – out among the stars – Rob stops talking and the sound of the rattles is the only sound.
By this second meditation, I was so far out there that it might have been difficult to return except for the hardness of the floor – and that I was hungry. We were already running over the hour and as we sat up, I thought, Oh no. We’ve got at least another 15 minutes in here and by then, I’m going to be gnawing at my knuckles. I felt almost dismayed when Rob said we were going to do a chant that originated with Hawaiian shamans, and we were going to do it 108 times – the number of beads on mala beads, a kind of prayer necklace.
We’ve touched on this chant before. During the Gulf oil crisis, Masaru Emoto suggested that people say this particular to heal the gulf: I’m sorry, please forgive me, I love you, thank you. It’s a lot of words to chant 108 times. My stomach was starting to rumble at this point.
So we’re on, like, I don’t know, somewhere in the 80s for this chant, and I’m into it and thinking what powerful words these are. But in the back of my mind, I’m thinking about what I’m going to snack on when we get home. We’re having refrigerator issues and today the fridge guy recommended turning the fridge off for 24 so whatever is frozen up inside it can defrost. We had to jam all our food into a small freezer and into an even smaller fridge in the garage. All of this is running around in my head as I’m chanting.
And then suddenly, the lights go out. My eyes snap open and I’m certain I’ll see someone walking away from the light switch, back to his or her mat. But no one is up there at the lights. No one is moving. Everyone is chanting. I start playing very close attention to what’s going on.
At the end of the class one of the students asked me if I’d turned out the lights. I told her I hadn’t, and turned them enough so we could see our way out of the studio. There were some murmurs about lights out – spirits, aliens, manifestation? – and some nervous laughter.
Once everyone left the yoga studio and had migrated to another room, where the front desk is, I went back into the studio to turn off the lights. I slid the dimmer switch all the way down, but the lights didn’t go out. They dimmed as far as they would dim. So Rob went back into the studio, and the lights went out. As he hurried out, he said, “You have to flip a regular switch for the lights to go out.”
In other words, he believed that something unusual had happened. And when he believes it, I know it’s true. Rob is a triple earth sign – Taurus sun and rising, Virgo moon. There have been a number of mystics who were triple earth signs – Jane Roberts comes immediately to mind. They tend to demand proof before they change their opinions or beliefs about anything. I’m an easier sell.
So the question is: what caused the lights to go out? It wasn’t a power outage. The dozen bulbs didn’t all go burn out simultaneously. Was it the power of this particular prayer, a dozen people chanting it who had just gone out into the universe on a shamanic journey to a higher realm? Was it that collective energy that resulted in a strange manifestation f telekinesis?
I think this incident underscores what is possible when we engage the universe directly. It might be an individual healing – as happened with my tooth during one of the classes – or a telekinetic event that results from a group focused on the same thing. We tap into the tree of life, whose roots are thrust down deeply within the soil of the planet, where there is residual power for the miraculous.
















