Stillness In Life, Life In Motion

Riding The Motion of The Wave

Ours is an esoteric work, and the seed that was planted in our garden of education as we grew up in this society, created a learning style of having to know and outcome. If you couldn’t regurgitate well, you were made to wear the dunce cap, metaphorically speaking. So, what would it be like to plant a seed in the healer’s garden of not having all the answers all of the time? Just witness the process? This becomes a way of allowing knowledge to unfold and move towards you. In the Cranial work that I have been guided by, I learn ever so slowly and quietly in the field of stillness. Then movement, a wave to reflect upon a pattern created by past events, begins to preach to me. I just watch, and allow the silent vocabulary to speak in the language of not needing to know or accomplish anything. I am there to hold a field safely with love. Technique is great, but mindset trumps. By playing in the “field” of not having to know, I embody stillness in life, life in motion as Dr. Becker taught. The body has a wisdom that knows more exquisitely how to heal its past injuries, then my ideas impressed upon it. It just yearns for a little help from its friend who can reflect the history by projecting/holding a fluid field from which it can then reflect upon. It has been offered that God took form to know Itself. That offering is the preeminent seed in my biodynamic garden.

I do think it is important to play with anatomy even though my memory of it fades constantly. I find myself having to refresh often at the well, anchoring me with a confidence when there appears to be no buoy in the sea of “HUH?”. I believe there is enormous benefit from knowing how the bones move on their axis that we palpate and envision. I have come to believe there must be a holographic imprint that permeates my field from the study of anatomy that facilitates a conversation with my client’s field. This conversation is most often silent, but some benefit occurs from voicing questions occasionally in that silent tongue of my mind, waiting patiently like a cat at the mouse hole for the answer. Often, but not always, and not in the conditioned amount of time of expectation, my energy projection comes bouncing back with a wave pattern for me to follow eagerly, yet tempered or I might be following apparitions of my own making. So let go, trust the tide and ride the wave. You will then have created a mesmerizing Wu Wei swing for consciousness to sit up, riding the wave on the motion of that bone, a stumbling dancer willing led by the ‘Witnessing Presence”.

Go Well,
Judah