I sit, close my eyes and become very still. There is no plan or contemplation, just creating some space before an early morning reading. I could feel myself dropping - dropping in or dropping out or somewhere, I'm not sure where I was going. I felt very heavy all over, I couldn't keep my head up and my arms and legs were like lead. Before long I started to notice colour around me. When I opened my "meditative inner eye" I could see I was in a field of long grass. It was early morning and while the sun was up and at it, there was a slight chill in the air.
They clamber in one after the other after the other; an endless line of wolves coming to join me for a chat. They seem old and tired as they slowly walk in grunting a hello and thanking me for listening to them as they go by. One wolf stands front and centre of the pack. He tells me he is the spokesman for the group.
I ask them how they're going, whether they have enough food, what the environment is like for them, etc.
Our pets and animals around the planet have so much to tell us and if they can find someone that will listen (and they're in the mood) they will chat their heads off. Animals are extraordinary and you wouldn't believe what they see and know. They know what your neighbours are up to, they can tell you if they're happy with the pet sitter you've hired and they know all about You (and your secrets!). They experience mental and emotional problems just like us. They get depressed and sad, they get angry and fearful as well as being blissfully happy, relaxed and content with life. They get injured and have physical problems and health issues just like us. Animals can also have some odd or frustrating behaviours you don't understand or can't seem to fix which we can also take a look at. They often even take on their owner's physical pains. And you can ask them absolutely anything and everything you like.
Isn't this just a beautiful animal. I feel such a strong connection to them and for some reason today was compelled to have a psychic round table with the Bison collective.
As soon as I started tuning in I felt myself get so small to the point of disappearing completely. A Native American elder seemed to replace me and stood where I was standing. An endless line of other Native Americans kept forming along with an endless herd of Bison. It's very hard to explain, but I felt like all I was was a consciousness, not a person or a body; I had no shape or form. I was somewhere, but nowhere. Like I could sense myself only as a voice or energy perhaps.
I see a group of American Indians dancing, they have some kind of wooden thing "clacking" together like a rattle. I'm shown Bison hooves made into an instrument. When I ask what they're doing, I'm told they're doing a dance for Bison reproduction.
This dancing is replaced by a single Bison voice, but I see Bison all around. I forget to ask them if it's okay to have a conversation with them today which I always like to do when I talk to any animal as I feel it disrespectful to barge into their consciousness when they may not want me there. Maybe it's because the conversation seems to flow straight away, but at least I thank them all for coming! There are Bison in Europe and although I wasn't specifically logging in to talk to the American Bison, it just happened that way. That may have something to do with many past lives as a Native American myself.
This is our conversation today.
For 15 years I played competitive softball and baseball. I had a throwing action which, although it shot out like a bullet, it was sometimes erratic due to this elbow whippy thingo style I’d developed from a young age. Never a good thing when you’re playing in a key fielding position and even worse for injuries.
I had tried to change this over the years, but as they say, old habits die hard and I didn’t get there before injury took a stronghold. I was playing for a NSW representative team at the time and it had gotten to the point where I couldn’t throw at all. So there endeth my playing career and there began my journey to fixing a now serious elbow tendon injury.
If you're a perfectionist and you haven't already figured it out, at some point you will realise that not only will you spend most of your life pissed off, you'll also feel like you're in jail.
This was me for most of my life until one day I decided the whole idea was ridiculous and futile. Right at the time I made this grand decision I was having a conversation with an NBL and elite athlete performance coach, telling him how exhausted I was with this lifelong behaviour. I'm not sure exactly what I was trying to perfect at the time, but he very much understood where I was coming from as he'd dealt with this nearly every day with the elite athletes he was coaching. At the end of our chat he stood up, leant on my desk and suggested I work on excellence and stop striving for perfection. Well, that solved my problem didn't it?! What on earth was the difference. I mean, they are two different concepts and I guess excellence has less potential failure about it, but for me it still felt a bit gray. I went away none the wiser, but figured that playing excellence wasn't going to serve me anymore than perfection.