The Frost Labyrinth 2005 - "Academy - year ii"

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Anger and rage are consuming me. I cannot think straight. It is all I can do, using the techniques we are learning at the Academy, to move through the frozen water; the blocked emotions in my Heart. I wish so badly to let go of these terrible feelings. High in the mountains south of the lake; I spend weeks digging in snow ranging from 4 to 10 feet in height. With each scoop, images and emotions pass across my mindseye. Still, I dig; seemingly endlessly. Building a labyrinth.

This is the first appearance of the Book of Amber

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“Through the ice and snow;

as the Water starts to flow

piece by piece we open doors

shovel just a little more”

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As we are remembering at the Academy, our emotions; our thoughts; our everything is made up of the base elements.

This becomes abundantly clear as I am led to move through the frozen water, the frozen emotions of snow. So much rage comes up in me; images crossing the mindseye; old hurts, old wounds; desires for vengeance and imagined retribution.

Fears arise. Icebergs within my Heart start to crack every so slightly; with each shovel I moving a little bit closer to softness.

It is a long road. A hard one. Filled with the flotsam and jetsam of unprocessed Water.

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When we work with the elements on the surface plane, we work with the elements within our Selves. I can feel it; I am literally carving out memories stored within my body. Teachers that disappointed me, friends that betrayed, my own insecurities and judgments of Self, all coming up through the simple action of digging through the ice.

There are always a multitude of threads in the realms beneath. In the Mythica, underneath the surface; it is a freeing of frozen things, breaking and cracking that which holds them; a journey deeper towards the timbre of Love wishing to be released. It is also a movement deeper into Trust in Nature; as the shadowhounds hold space for me; as I grow stronger, bit by bit, in my understanding of this strange and alien landscape of Earth.

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In 2005 I engage one of the great trials of Water. It is a difficult year, and there are few pictures from the ordeals. Vast, vast anger moves through me. Rage. Unhindered, unending rage. It is all I can do to recognize the teachings of the Academy and do something in the Earth plane to process.

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