Conversing with a Demon 👹 a story in four quarters ✴ make some tea and yourself comfortable...
And amongst the celebrations, I will share a text I wrote about Demons whilst going through my integration processes during this cycle of healing and after my work in the healing retreat. Some fan fact which I have never shared with you was that, u know my previous name was "Being" and the retreat's name was "Freedom of Being". I thought it funny.
So here is my text. No angels this time. Demons. Proceed with caution, it might open your heart 💔👹 I have already shared with you my scary art of the previous day, and I wrote how I was kinda scared to sleep with it in the same room. I will post in the comments a picture of it with the alternations of the process. This is shamanic and deep work peeps. Love you too.
STORYTIME 🍵🫖 ________________
Conversing with a Demon 1/4
You think you can only think of angels without thinking of demons? You cannot. It is the contrast that makes the things. I am experiencing angelic frequencies for sometime now and looking back into my life, I have always had. Growing stronger and growing up, I have gathered enough courage to look at the other side. They say you go where you look at, and so I am making sure I am keeping my Vision strong and my direction, whilst researching and healing.
The process of healing is messy. Sometimes, when detoxifying and cleansing the body and spirit, impurities come to the surface. Demons, laying in old stagnant corners within the psych, when touched by the dissolving power of waters, the movement of the winds, accelerating their rhythm through heat and fire, being held in safety by the earth, they come out.
In my experience through my practices, I always work with direct experience. I always verify for myself, about any truth I am presented with.
These past days after the retreat I worked with a plant medicine, Cassia Fistula, that crossed my path, and aided me to do a deeper detox.
I picked a cheap room accommodation- it is not out of lack of resources, but out of recognizing of my need for rest and the different genuine gentleness people in these places carry. And did my detox there, whilst laying a canvas on the floor.
And I begun painting, utilizing my new understandings of working with the chakras, healing them in layers and new depths.
A demon came to my painting. I prayed to Cassia plant spirit, to help me with this, as She was initiating the detox. I felt waves of heat rising.
This is a different way to view the world and healing. Where fever isn’t an enemy to expel, but a process to release excess heat from the body. I remained calm and observant to the signs of spirit, which came through another artist, Ida, from whom I have bought a beautiful waterfall painting.
// Conversing with a Demon 2/4
In yogic traditions, ida and pingala, the two energies representing the yin and yang accordingly to taoist traditions that I am more keen of.
And my sign to look to the moon. Timing was perfect as there was a full moon coming. I went with some new friends I have made for an evening walk to the rice fields, and meditated with the assistance of the full moon’s stillness.
I have experienced that before, my demons coming out in plain sight after my moon meditations and ceremonies. But I am not in fear anymore.
Yes it was unsettling to have this creature laying on my floor in my room, on my painting surface. But it was also an invitation for me to soften, to recognize my fear, and as I have already shared in a previous post with you, to move furthermore into my initiations as a healer, and to upgrade into a demon hugger.
After a Vipassana retreat of silent meditation of 10 days, years back, I have seen a demon in me, in the mirror. It was a much tortured woman, in pain.
But you see, angels, angels, have filled me with all the necessary Mantras, and so I looked into her eyes without fear, but filled with compassion, and I told her “I love you”.
To be continued, this is a big chapter, and perhaps the most beautiful one chapter of my metamorphosis - and perhaps, of ours.
// Conversing with a Demon 3/4
I am an alchemist.
You know us Greeks we love etymology. That is because our language is rich in the sense that within each word is contained meaning.
Alchemist" derives from the French alquemiste and Medieval Latin alchimista, based on the Arabic al-kīmiyā and Greek khēmeia. It combines the Arabic definite article al- ("the") with the root kīmiyā, which likely originates from Greek terms for casting/pouring metals (khuma) or referencing Egypt (Khem—"land of black earth”)
My own initiation begun during a pneumonia sickness, I had high fever for about 2 weeks back in 2019. I saw things, I had illusions of green spirals. I saw the screen of the Matrix, green letters running through all the things in the room, in a black background. I almost died. But I didn’t, it was only another one metamorphosis.
My kung fu teacher then brought me the book “Alchemist” of Paulo Coelho in the hospital. I have read that one book at around 14 years old again, and I remembered.
Remembrance is an act of courage. I am working with the Greek Muses too, Remembrance.
Greeks, we carry this rich history but we have been through a lot. Our roots are almost cut. So much have happened to us.
Connecting with Mama Bali, and her black volcanic sparkling earth, my Roots asked me stronger to witness them.
My materials: I worked with Vetiver root, a special essential oil I was met with in the local land. I utilized rose oil I have carried from Croatia, a heart’s healer ally. And the earthy colors - natural plant dyes, my friend is making in Greece.
I sat next to the demon and I used the oils upon their chakras and then I burnt them with fire whilst I was watching the incredible movement of colors dancing around the canvas.
What I describe to you is not easy. It has me in tears, holding frequencies that are uncomfortable. Waves of fear rising. And yet I know of my warrior abilities so far and so I proceed in trust, alchemising demons through my painting process.
Is it mine? Is it ours? Do I channel it from a place of war and ache? Is it coming through my ancestry? Is it coming from the little hotel I was staying at? Is it Greek, is it Balinese, is it, is it?
Who cares beloveds, as long as it is here.
// Conversing with a Demon 4/4
Look at my blossoming body, look at it!
Where angels and demons co-exist in creation.
In Greek hermetic tradition, ancient ancestral mysticism, the sacred marriage of the Sun and the Moon represents our expansion to contain it all, our darkness and our light, both sides, the yin and the yang, the feminine and the masculine, ida and pingala, angels and demons, holding onto dear life and letting go of dear life.
To rest in Oneness, to be Whole, that means to embrace it all - to see and to realize, that monsters are only our creative eyes, by-product of years of tension and pain, unheard voices, stories which haven’t been witnessed.
To be a healer to myself firstly and foremost, means to gather the courage and to cultivate the ability to stand still in front of the mirror, to look at myself deeply, all the layers, the Humane, the Divine, the Shadow.
My journey in Bali, this cycle, ended with visiting a Sacred Water Temple of the Dragon with a blessing of great companionship.
I am working with the Dragon energy for some years now - Dragon Spirit demands of softness to receive it, to let aside one’s self importance and arrogance. Continuing the journey towards the initiation of its Spirit - that experience in the water temple was again deeply humbling.
The temple is designed to transfer you through all three realms - The underworld, The humane, The heavenly. It places you in cold water, and you need to remain within cold for the ceremony, that is taking hours to unfold… Through this time, drinking from its waters whilst bathing in its jungle spirits - Dragons were there, I could tell.
You know my fascination with stories so far and my fascination with Chinese stuff - 12 years it is a full cycle of their zodiac calendar - and it is going to be 12 years since the loss of my beloved, Anastasis (Tasos), my ex lover, teacher, guide, who have stayed with me during some really harsh years of my early youth and departed at the age of 44, passed away 12 years ago.
There I was, underneath the waterfall, and I had that transcendental experience of traversing to the underworld to meet with him and goodbye him, this time properly, through the ho‘ oponopono Hawaiian prayer that came to me
I am sorry Please forgive me I thank you I love you
