Hi there, everyone ~
I
am re-posting this fun/funny/ inspiring Mojo ReBirthing Meditation by
itself, for those who want to read it again, without all the hoopla
that went with the blog-to-blog party. It was a silly and fun
"virtual" event to rekindle the enthusiasm of a lot of bloggers who
have been having a rough month at home, at work, and in the heat
wave. The silly comments don't merit saving, but the meditation
does. ~ W.W. ~
THE FIRST ANNUAL
FULL MOON MULTI-BLOG
MOJO-RECLAIMING PARTY!
~ Wandering Willow ~
M.R.B.T. (Mojo ReBirthing Therapist)
Victory Ode to Mojo Reclamation
Come Mojo-less Masses
Come rest on the grasses
By the pond of its birth
From the center of Earth!
Embrace your life’s fire
Release angry ire
Recharge heart and soul
Bring your Mojo back whole!
~ William Shakespeare,
channeled through Wandering Willow ~
(or so she says.... she may just be trying to shift the blame...)
Seat
yourself on whichever of the silk cushions appeals to you, here in our
candle-lit Mojo circle. Incense wafts through the air.
(hypo-allergenic, of course) There's a bowl of handmade organic
mint chocolates on the coffee table, next to the vase of irises. I hope
you brought your drink with you from one of the other blogs!
Following is the therapeutic meditation for re-birthing your lost mojo. Have fun with it!
Come,
you who feel you have lost your Mojo.
Come join the others who cannot find their lust for life. Come, Mojo-less masses, and rest here in the mossy
shade by the stream-fed pond. Rest under
the hanging weeping willow tendrils that caress the surface of the deep blue
waters. Rest the hollow pit in your soul
where your lost Mojo once reigned. Rest
your sorrow on the soft green moss.
Close
your eyes. You don’t want to watch the
surface of the pond, for it will only show you backwards reflection of the
reality of life. Close your eyes. Take a deep breath. Aaaaahhh.
And another deep breath. Goood.
Now gently pat the top of your head. Keep patting while serenely rubbing your
belly in a circle. Goooood. Now take
another deep breath.
Keep
your eyes closed, listening to the peaceful sound of little waves rippling
across the pond. Let the rippling of the
waves seep into the inner hollow that your Mojo once filled. Feel the green moss beneath you breathing
life… hope… maybe a whisper of passion in the hollow of your soul. New green growth seeps into your heart
gradually. Maybe there is room for your
Mojo to be reborn anew, here by the pond under the willows. Maybe you can call and it will return in a
new way.
Hope
ignites. Do you feel it? Mojo can be reborn! All you have to do is call it! All you need to do is invite the god of Mojo
to return from its home deep in the earth, under the clear blue waters of the
pond. You can call it! Yes, call to the MojoGod now! Here is the chant, born on a magical pirate
ship long ago, that brings the god of Mojo up from the deep:
“Mo–Jo
Yoo-Hoo Yo-Ho-Ho! Mo-Jo Yoo-Hoo Yo-Ho-Ho!”
It’s
coming! MojoGod is on the way! You hear
the waters churning, heaving in the center of the pond. Open your eyes now. Up comes a head of wild hair, followed by a
body of rippling muscles and unparalleled grace. As the MojoGod rises, you are amazed by its
appearance. You gaze in awe.
Its
left side is an eternity-eyed warrior woman, wild red hair slightly tamed by a
dagger-shaped hairpin, graceful pale figure draped in flowing saffron-gold silk
bellydance outfit, with tiny ostriches, armadillos, dragons and unicorns
embroidered on it. Her shoe is a pointy,
steel-toed red patent leather tap shoe. In
her left hand is a goblet, ready to be filled.
She smells of cinnamon, wintergreen, and spice.
The
right side of MojoGod is a black-haired, lightning-eyed man, dark and muscular,
laughing, clothed in a fringed leather mini-kilt with a peekaboo slit up the
side. His foot wears lace-up Irish-dancing
shoes with cleats. Over his back is
slung a quiver full of arrows, jalapeno peppers, and ripe fruit. He carries a pitcher brimming with mulled
wine, ready to pour. He smells of musk
and woodsmoke.
Where the two sides join is shimmering, dazzling light.
Adore MojoGod. Absorsb the awe-full beauty of MojoGod into the core of your soul. Fill yourself with MojoGod's majesty.
Whatever you do, do NOT look at MojoGod’s reflection on the surface of the pond. All you will see is its inverse reflection:
Mo’FoGod. You don’t want to see
that. Mo’FoGod sows seeds of ongoing
discontent and righteous anger in your being.
Don’t risk it. If you slip up and
gaze upon the decay that is MoFoGod, be sure to speak the charm that repels him/her
from you: “Mo’Fo No-Mo’!
Mo-Fo No-Mo’!”
As
you gaze upon MojoGod, see Him/Her begin to advance towards you with strong,
fluid strides. Advancing,
advancing. Now MojoGod is upon you, and
stops one inch before you. His/Her
electric eyes meet yours, penetrating all your excuses. The magnetic field
He/She emanates connects to yours, and begins to pull your own strength and
fluidity and lightning and grace out from your once-clouded interior. Your rekindled inner Mojo reaches the surface
and expands out beyond your physical parameters. You are HUGE!
Your own mojo becomes blended with that of MojoGod, until you are ONE
BEING. You don’t just “have” Mojo, you
ARE Mojo! You aren’t just plain Mojo,
YOU ARE MojoGOD! Feel the eternal
lightning flashing from your own eyes! You are MojoGOD! Prepare to pour your own goblet full of
spiced wine! YOU ARE MOJOGOD!
YOU ARE MOJOGOD!
Bow to the
MojoGod within yourself.
You are healed.
You are reborn.
Time to dance!
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5:53:57 PM 
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