Omega Journey Begins

I arrived by car. After checking in I began to stroll around the property...more like an Oasis. Internet service is only at the Cafe, next to zero cell signal--you are totally UNPLUGGED. Sweet.
My accommodations for the week were practically sitting next to the building where the workshop was held. We had daily 20 min breaks during the class and I probably could have stepped next door and taken a quick shower if I wanted to :)
I found my way to the Dining area and sat down next to a few people and we exchanged introductions. Little did I know I would be hanging out with this tiny firecracker posing as a woman training to be a Shaman. Oh did I mention she used to be a Nun... for TWENTY YEARS...ummm yeah. I think if she stood on her toes she would come up to my chin. Her husband was just there to drop her off and her eyes were sparkling as she was telling me about Omega...she's a LIFER. Apparently she has taken many classes--she even had a few COUPONS tucked in her bag. It was like meeting Bob Barker getting inside tips on which door to pick. We parted and I knew we would meet again.
After attending the orientation inside the Main Hall led by an Omega staff member, I wandered to a class up the hill. It was a fun class on play. Basically an ice breaker teaching us to enjoy the interaction playfully among strangers. There were probably 25 people there gathered from other workshops. Later I would run into them during the week and we would grin at the memory of playing silly games. In one game I was partnered with two people speaking gibberish to each other while I interpreted. Person 1 squawked something like popping and burping noises while I interpreted "She thinks your brother's hot can you fix her up?" Person 2 said "yes but he's really strange in his choice of women." I took them through this situation where the woman was trying to find a way to impress him, what to wear, special new hair do etc...I told her she's have to work hard since he was blind...maybe try a nice perfume. It was funny, I actually found myself good at the PLAY class...hmmm kinda why I flunked math in school...
I went back to my room and met my bright eyed, dark haired roommate. Mayukoy was in her 30's and traveled from Japan wearing a permanent smile. Oh thank God she wasn't a Weiss groupie...I don't think I met one there :)

Mayuko and I sitting in front of our cabin

The day ended as she set the alarm for an early meditation class...I set it for sleep. It was getting colder as we were well into Autumn and my Floridian blood was not in a get up 'n meditate early mood.

Anxiety

I am preparing for my training under Dr. Weiss. I am starting to feel completely out of sorts. I know I should just chill and relax about this awesome experience. But, somehow I feel as if the "other kids" are so ahead of me...like I am a pre-schooler attending my first day at high-school. I'm trying to just clear my mind and await whatever comes through this experience. Hopefully I will just be able to settle into this and allow my analytical ego to take a vacation. I know I have done an amazing about face in my spiritual journey. All I have taken as "truth" has now been put aside. I am questioning everything man has told me, especially the church and my parents. Crap--I'm 55 and I am finally starting to think for myself? Is this crazy?

Tomorrow I will meet my roommate for the next 6 days. Will she be a freak...a psychic... a Weiss groupie?

I will attend workshops-and break bread with others on this same soul's journey. Like a kid attending camp I have a nervous twittering in my stomach. Yes, I am very anxious. I want to uncover so much of ME. I am ready..but damn it I'm nervous as hell!

Wealthy Kid

Dawn is the perfect time to encounter past life memories we have stored from our critical thinking selves.
The world around me is in slumber and I am slowly becoming aware that I am in my bed. I always inquire "please show me something of my past that can teach me today."
As I waited for the quickly moving shapes to form I was seized by a thought. It repeated itself as the fractured colored shapes assembled into a table with all of my siblings seated. It was a birthday of a family member. The gifts were very sparse, no decorative festivity--just another day in my parents home.
However, over and over again I was aware that the gift was "family".  It was relational.
I waited for more to come as usually that image will melt into another, but this remained. You have  known wealth, it is not about the things to unwrap-- you have been given much.
I awoke and stayed silent in my room. I thought of this and how I have just bought roller-blades for my granddaughter's 9th birthday. I fretted over what to buy her, even the paper in which to wrap it. But now I feel myself grinning. She has a room of her own filled with things. I shared it with 4 sisters until the age of 18--and we had no bounty of "things". We had each other. And I need to share that insight--this is my gift.