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What Am I Most Good At, Grandmother? (Part III)

12/15/2017

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I hear Aura, "Dear Argonauts, the first ceremony of your Mythic Voyage is now over..."

Thank goodness, by this point my body was ACHING!
Sara came over.
I was stiff, I could hardly get my legs to work. She helped me to stand and walk over to get my shoes on.

I worked hard during ceremony. 
I wasn't going to tell Mikis and the group the part about Justin Bieber.

We walked through the jungle, single file, back to Okopua, our lodge, where we had Chamomile tea to calm the effects of the Ayahuasca. We sat around the table before heading to bed to get some rest. 
We had a big day of work ahead of us!

In the hot seat the next day, I did as Phoebe does, I told everyone everything!

"... and then Justin Bieber and I went crystal shopping for our new home!"

Everyone in the group (minus Mikis and his helpers) began to laugh. 
I laughed too.
Then shuddered. 
The hot seat had turned into my TV hosting stool. I was back on camera, the others in the workshop, my audience. 
I accidentally turned my "Phoebe Dykstra from MTV" on, while sharing about something very serious. This ceremony was part of the ticket to my new life, a deep and fulfilling life! This was not the time or place to put my TV personality on!

Mikis called me on what he saw. 
He looked at me firmly, disappointed.
He scolded me that I had wasted an entire night of ceremony.

I felt (for the most part) that I had worked. 

I told him about my body giving me answers, I thought he'd be impressed.
"What did we tell you about moving?"
"...but I thought..."

Mikis asked the group what they thought after hearing my share.
Everyone (including me) agreed that I had got distracted. 

"A ballerina! Marrying Justin Bieber!"

Mikis reminded me that my intention was:

What Am I Most Good At, Grandmother?

"Anything you apply yourself to, Phoebe. Was your answer."
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"COLIBRI" by Luis Tamani
www.luis-tamani.com/
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