At noon today my crown will join the ranks of freshly-stimulated chakras. It’s kind of been a roller coaster, with my throat chakra’s “relapse” involving a bottle of hard cider and two hand-rolled cigarettes, which my body now clearly rejects (in true throat chakra form) with volume. After spending a night mentally muddled, unable to sleep, drenched in sweat, and bargaining with the gods to give me back to my previous wide-eyed, reiki-obsessed beginner’s mind, I shamefully stumbled into the morning light of my Third Eye Day.
And all hell broke loose.
I would’ve blamed myself (I have a PhD in Guilt), but the first thought I had that morning was not even my own. Clear as a bell, in the shell of my head, rang the words: “Forgive yourself.” Laden as they were with such depth of emotion and motherly insistence (male voice notwithstanding – most of my guides are bros), I had no choice but to accept and carry on. My foray into self-poisoning was merely another highlight: the clarified wound of my quivering throat chakra, so long closed, so long dependent on toxic social lubricants.
So I took it easy and didn’t beat myself up when my youngest daughter lost her mind and tore into a destructive rage through the house for a full 12 hours, gleefully violent, tyrannically uncontrollable and, well, kind of out of character. She’s four, and has been going through her “scared of everything” phase: most closets, the stairs, the basement, the dark, her own room, things we can’t see in the back yard when she staggers about at midnight begging to be held. The basics. I’ve been there myself, hounded by spirits, and can only imagine she is, too. She’s a sensitive soul; astrologically her “big three” are each of the water signs. My postpartum doula called her a baby narwhal. She dives deep.
But yesterday she seemed full-on possessed.
Seeing as I’m the house witch, my husband tasked me with the chore of smudging. He wanted me to reiki the kid, but she just wouldn’t hold still. The girls have been complaining of knocking and other strange sounds the past couple days, anyway, so it needed to be done. I’ve heard some weird things, too, but rarely think much of it; our house isn’t haunted in the traditional sense, and I hear stuff all the time – especially since the baby narwhal came along. The whole family has had experiences with psychic phenomenon since her birth.
So her being possessed was just kinda, well, yeah, whatev.
As I waved about a stick of palo santo, throwing in a reiki-inspired cho ku rei now and then for good measure, I found myself all too aware of the nooks and crannies where cold and darkness seemed to cling and linger. They were OBVIOUS. So obvious, that my fuzzy, I-sure-wish-I-hadn’t-drank-a-bottle-of-poison-last-night head finally remembered: sometimes, after an attunement, you can shine so bright in the subtle realms that you attract lower entities. You’re supposed to call on higher powers. You’re supposed to draw in protection. But as we know, I’d drank a bottle of poison and blew smoke through a most sensitive chakra – I felt completely out of alignment with higher entities and absolutely incapable of calling them. Still, between the palo santa, cho ku rei’s, and 741 HZ played loudly throughout the house, Baby Narwhal eventually calmed down – and once asleep received about 40 minutes of deeply focused reiki.
Behold the magic of the third eye: spiritual sensitivity and demonic possession put me right back on track to healing and channeling love and light.
It’s hard to imagine what the crown chakra can deliver, especially after the mess of the past 24 hours. I trust my crown, even if it’s overwhelmed me at times. It’s where the divine pours through, it’s a source of energy and guidance and meaning. Like the root chakra, it’s a doorway leading home. While the root brings you to the solid abundance of the womb of the world, the crown is your path to the stars.
WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG