Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Life is But a Dream


"Andy Pandy puddin' head pie - kissed the boys and made them cry" - Though sung to me as a child by my grandfather with the sweetest of intentions, I often joke that this song has affected my most intimate relationships. I somewhat jest here, but all kidding aside, I have recently seen (even after all the work I have done), how one particular story (unrelated to relationships) I was told throughout my childhood is still playing out in my adult life. Our stories become a part of our makeup, whether they are true or not, and for whatever reason we choose to continue to allow them to inform us.

Recent research into neuroplasticity of the brain has shown that the gray matter does not know the difference between something real or imagined. Our consciousness does, but when it comes to the brain itself, the same grooves are created whether we imagine something or it actually happens.

The Shaman works with this concept in a different way. In the west, we look at time and consider it to be linear. That is, the past determines our present - which determines our future. The Shaman sees times as circular. This means that we can work beyond time and space to heal the wounds of our past today. This is not to say that we can change what has happened to us, but we can change the way the memory lives within us; we can go back to the experience in our minds eye and give ourself what we really needed in the moment to complete the experience in the present, instead of repeating the karma over and over. We can find the gift through what we've learned and turn it into a source of strength instead of wounding.

I recently attended a workshop with one of my favorite teachers from L.A., Lorin Roche, one of the foremost experts in meditation. Lorin is one of the pioneers of meditation research, he worked in the labratory at UC Irvine doing studies on the effects of the practice in the late 60's, has a PhD in the subject and has traveled the world teaching meditation for decades.

Lorin lectured for some time about how whatever stress we are carrying will release during meditation and that it is completely natural to go in and out of a relaxed state to an epic daydream during the practice and how important it was to accept these rhthyms.

When Lorin led us in meditation, he guided us to recall our most favorite, enlightening experiences and to experience how they felt in our body. He had us recall the sounds, movements and visceral memory of the experience to bring us to a heightened state; it is here, in this place that we create the radical rest and relaxation in the body mind and change our cellular structure, brain waves and blood chemisty.

As I drove home enlightened by the evening it occurred to me how life is truly but a dream and how all the tools are available to stop on a dime and shift if we choose to. At the same time, I recognize those places my mind gets caught in churning over and over, it feels like there is no way out even with all my tools. So often we resist being in depressed or saddened states as if we are not supposed to be there. If we are truly dreaming our world then whatever is present in a particular moment is part of the dream we are creating. If there is no I, then everything around me is a reflection of my inner being and is as it should be, to assist me and show me where I am on my journey.

Every answer we seek lives inside of us, and now more than ever, it is so important to be quiet and still to access our deepest truths and recognize why and what it is that we are creating in our lives...Remember the nursery rhyme says to row the boat gently down the stream so be gentle with yourself as you flow and evolve through life's ever changing landscape.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Deep Within the Unknown


Someone recently said to me that deep within the unknown lies the known. It has left me wondering just how deep one must go into the darkness to finally see the light. For the past 2 months I have felt like a stranger in my own body – seemingly disconnected from the Source of my own being. Needless to say, this is somewhat alarming to someone whose life quest is to live her deepest truth and to assist others to live theirs.

Like a Chrysalis, uncertain of what’s to come, unaware of the magnificence that lies ahead, I am transforming in a way I have never experienced. Today I read that a caterpillar actually liquefies in the cocoon before it transforms into a butterfly. This pretty much sums up my recent journey.

During my Bikram yoga teacher training, the lead instructor would often say that the greatest distance one will ever travel is the distance between the mind and the heart. I now understand that this excursion is the reason for the extreme discomfort I have been experiencing. It is now clear I’ve been relearning everything I thought to instead know it in my heart.

For as long as I can remember, my mother has told me that when I was born she knew I would teach her how to love. Though it was a delightful thing to say, I was always found myself confused whenever she said this. Now more than ever, I look back at my life and think, what do I know about love? My love relationships over the past decade have been less than revelatory, bordering on non-existent (except in my own mind). What I have realized is that living from my heart does not require me to be in a great relationship but it instead means to live my life with great passion, to follow my hopes and dreams, no matter how impossible they may seem; to have love, compassion and acceptance for others and their own path and choices.

I have always been a passionate person. My family would tell anyone they met that I have always lived from my heart - done whatever I wanted. “Mary Poppins” they called me, “she blows with the wind” they would say, referring to my actions in following my heart’s desire.

To be such a passionate person is not always easy in this world. Often times it is mistaken for being overly zealous or too intense. What I’ve come to realize as I’ve gone through this recalibration is that I can be passionate without having to prove anything to anyone, or take anyone with me in my excitement.

I am passionate about living my light, to live from my heart, to express my deepest truth – to love myself, my life, my family, my friends, my clients. Whether I offend others or if someone disapproves, can not be my concern. Though I hope to live in peace and balance with all beings, I also recognize that not everyone will agree with my choices and ways of expression. In these cases, I must yield to my own heart and remain in my truth without dimming my light, isolating or changing what I believe to be accepted.

To live from my heart means to listen to my body, to see the beauty and magic in the everyday things; to laugh, to dance, to express my deepest truth without fear of rejection; to create the space and be a support for others as they too open to the truth in their own hearts. To live from my heart means to live, the only way I know how – as me…

Namaste, Andrea

Flying through the Valley of Life, Death and Rebirth


As I begin writing this note, I am flying 30,000 feet over the desert of Death Valley. I am traveling home from leading a beyond words Shamanic Yoga Weekend, part of a Yoga Teacher Training with my beloved Sister, Leeza Villagomez and the Yoga Den Community of Corona, CA. Together we journeyed through death and renewal to experience the truth and full expression of our Soul's purpose and passion.

From the eagle's perspective high above the ground from where I see, there seems to be little life on the barren landscape below and yet I have a strong sense that the black and brown rugged earth is very much alive. It appears as if there are mountains, just below and at the surface ready to erupt, strong and powerful from the depths of the hot molten lava bubbling in gaia's core - the womb of the great mother giving birth to something amazing.

My heart smiles in awe and recognition of how this landscape paints the metaphor for the splendid palette that is life. Like a brush fire brings renewal to drought ridden lands; our collective outdated stories and wounds from the past must shake loose like a massive earthquake, with all the deadness, offered as tinder to be engulfed in the flames of transformation. What's left is a deep rich blackened empty palette, fertile, ready to emerge with new life, all possibility - all potential.

I see my own journey of truth, the life I was born to live erupting as the tall, Sacred mountains I see below me; I am fully rooted in my foundation with my hopes and dreams, extending upward as an infinte peak touching the heavens - I am deeply humbled and filled with gratitude.

The landscape changes dramatically as the "silver bird" that carries me home passes above the snow covered, red rock canyons - the land of Zion, Southern Utah. The vibrancy of the pure white snow against the towering red bookcase cliffs takes my breath away and my heart melts with deep appreciation and love for the artist that creates this masterpiece.

The splendid landscape changes again and again - each scene is like an opus through the window that is my looking glass, unique and magnificent. As I get closer to Salt Lake, the mountains grow taller and darker. The familiar striated snow covered Granite peak of Mt. Timpanogos greets me and soon I see the Sacred mountains that create the boundaries of the valley I call hOMe... I am renewed and awakened with profound and inspired insight into my own and our collective journey. I feel excitement and hope like never before. I greet my land and tune myself to the magnificent landscape that is creation as me - a breathtaking One of a kind masterpiece!

It takes each one of us releasing the old ways of being, living fully awakened in our truth; honoring, sharing and celebrating our uniqueness to usher in a new era, a new world where the beings of the earth live as heaven on solid ground - What Dreams May Come... Om Namah Shiv-aya ~ Jai Kali MA! L'Chiam...to LIFE!!

Please join me, in the creation of our Sacred Song shining like the sun.

Peace within, peace without - All my Love, Mucho Munay!
Andrea Bernstein
March 1st 2010

The Death and Rebirth of Love - A Christmas Sacrifice


Today on the eve of the coming of the light…
I release, unwind, untether how the memory of love lives within me.
For these are the old ways of loving - carried far too long…
Too heavy, too outdated, too much of a burden to hold another day.
This love I have known is not mine any longer,
It is from ancient lives – my own and my ancestors…
From days of sleep to the truth, of the light that I am.

For I know with every inch of my being, that this light
Holds love beyond any love I have ever known.
It is expansive and infinite,
It is kind and accepting
It holds and supports all beings

This love is the creator and the creation
The water I drink, the air I breathe
It is the truth of each Soul here on earth

On this day, I die to the place
Where all worlds meet
In the center – at the cross
Where my heart holds my truth…
Reborn - to the brightest light and the greatest love
I have ever known

Andrea Bernstein
Christmas Eve 2009

Re-Awakening of the Divine


Beloved, the flame that is my Soul
Dances in ecstacy with you.

Oh Eternal One
You are the wind that brings harmony
to the instrument of Love that I am

As the breath
gives song to a flute
You awaken the music of creation
that is me

Oh Beloved
I have dreamed of you
Always knowing you existed
yet searching and longing
for your touch
Outside

Andrea Bernstein
October 10, 2009