Illusions commend themselves to us because they save us pain and allow us to enjoy pleasure instead. We must, therefore, accept it without complaint when they sometimes collide with a bit of reality against which they are dashed to pieces.
Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.
The crown chakra at the very top of the head is our portal to the Heavens, in the same way that the first chakra is the portal to the Earth. Luminous threads from this centre reach up to the stars and to our destinies. The Earth protects us nurtures us with her life force, and the Heavens propel us toward our becoming. Seeds sprout only when they are in rich, dark, moist Earth, yet they grow by thee light of the Sun. After germination, all plants turn to sunlight for life. Similarly, our spiritual life germinates in the first chakra with our nexus to the Earth, and later the light of the Heavens enters through the crown to feed the entire chakra system. The name for this chakra in Sanskrit is sadhasrara, which means “emptiness.” Persons who have attained the gifts from this centre no longer need a physical form. Able to travel through space and time, they are one with Heave and Earth.
The lesson of the seventh chakra is mastery of time. When we break free of linear, causal time, we are no longer in the tyrannical grip of the past. Today is no longer the result of an earlier incident, and we experience freedom from the cause and effect. We live with one foot in the ordinary world and one foot in the spiritual world, and we realise that they share common ground. Whereas in the sixth chakra the healer acquires knowledge of the past and future events, when she awakens the gifts of the seventh chakra she is able to influence those events. She can help heal events that happened in the past, and assist her client to select an alternative future, perhaps one in which the person is free of disease or leads a more fulfilling life.
In the seventh chakra the shaman is freed from desire, hope, or regret. On the upper Madre de Dios River, near the border between Peru and Brazil, lives and old medicine man, a master working with the the ayahuasca, a jungle potion that allows one, when properly guided, to experience the domains beyond death. This old man seldom speaks anymore – he has no use for words. During the ceremony he whistles and sings the songs of the river and the medicine plants, and you experience yourself as one with the rain forest around you.
Of all my patients past middle life, that is, past thirty-five, there is not one whose ultimate problem is not one of religious attitude. Indeed, in the end everyone suffered from having lost that which living religions of every age have given to their believers, and none is really cured who has not regained his religious attitude, which naturally has nothing to do with creeds or belonging to a church.