Sananga: Introductions
Night #1
I laid there with the small, cold bottle in my hands, contemplating my intention for this initial meeting with sananga. With the lunar eclipse happening that day, I knew this was a good time to release. I thought about my grandpa’s funeral earlier that day and how my interactions with family had shown me that we are all really brothers and sisters — equals — on this journey. Giants and those family members I had worshipped as a kid were just humans — still magical, as humans are — but humans, just like me. I was ready to release the importance — the weight — I had given to other people’s opinions my entire life up to that point and own my sovereignty.
I took a deep breath and quickly unscrewed the bottle’s dropper. Since one does this with her eyes shut, I was having trouble with the dropper and didn’t know if I had actually managed to get any drops in the corner of my closed eyes instead of the side of my face where I could feel some of it trickling. So, I dabbled some more. Once I could feel the drops where they belonged, I thought this is it! I opened my eyes and blinked quickly to disperse the liquid over the surface of my eyes. After an initial flash of discomfort, the real…. is agony the right word?… set in. I thought, What the f*** have I done? Were my eyes melting in their sockets? My breath was sucked from my body, I sat bolt upright, and I saw a flash of…