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Lowly Yogi Tales and other Stuff
EP. 25 Spirit Foot Eye of the Dragon, Chapter 5
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Spirit Foot and her tribes journey to close the eye of the dragon, chapter 5.
Earth, mother and friends, you cross our heart. Hello, hello, hello, and welcome to the Lowly Yogi Tales and Other Stuff podcast. Welcome from the multiverse, wherever you find yourself vibrating. Attune this way, and let us have some fun. Today, join as we wander in auspicious coincidence together. I'm here to get you to move forward with Spirit Foot, Eye of the Dragon. My protest has been made, ritual performed. Hope that you all joined me and feel a whole lot lighter and now with every journey there's a reward and in this we get to Chapter 5, Ritual Restored. Each journey brings gifts, and this was no exception. This one came as a practice for her and her crew. What practice, you ask? Well, in answer, let us join Spiritfoot and the tribe in their journey from the depths back to their simple home. Mantras stay with you and form new things. Practiced enough, and they take on a life of their own. These mantras wove the dream in front of Spiritfoot and her tribe. The ritual complete. There was no stopping the turning of the ages. The son had learned his father's potency and found the understanding of honoring the great mother. Thanks to the effort of Spirit Foot and her tribe, as she repeated the mantra, oh, a Dance of Creation opened in front of her being Spirit Foot. There was nothing to do, but step in and weave the space into a new jewel. Oh. Spiritfoot found herself peeling garlic, reciting, until auspicious coincidence led her to Just Enough. And Spiritfoot found herself peeling ginger, once again reciting until the deity shared the secret of Just Enough. Om Tare Tu Tare Ture Twa Ha And the onions found their way. Spirit Foot saw that she was recreating the ritual with food and moved forward. Hot peppers and vinegar offered the illness and suffering of ownership. Spirits led their love to oil and the fire, and in accord Spirit Foot placed the oil on the fire and went to prep her veggies for Shiva's pillar. Shiva's pillar was soon to become one of Spirit Foot's favorite things to do. She placed the veggies in a large pot outside, next to her oil, in the fire. Respect the oil, called forth. And with great appreciation, she did. As she poured the weapon of war, now a tool of feast, over the vegetables. Ohm, Shiva, Uma, Swaha, flowed as the oil flash cooked the veggies into a crisp of joy. Star anise and salt for the serpent and the spider. And then she knew to settle for the last of the ritual, as was the last of the sauce. Bubbles rolling until the smoke cooked the crisp, giving the perfect smoky finish. Spiritfoot dedicated the merit and walked away, so that the oil might cool in peace of the day. We had some fun, now it's done. Nope, that's not right. Those wily imps. I can never remember that dedication. Lady Lilith and Fire found the mantra Om Shri Umashiva Swaha to be most enjoyable at the heart of their fire ceremonies, allowing the two to rest easy in Lilith's favorite law. Otto found the mantra a guide to writing a new sadhana to heal the spirits. Ohm, Shiva, Uma, Swaha fed and healed the spirits and Swaha reminded the spirits so that they never lost their pulse. Incas purred Ohm, Uma, Shiva, Swaha to honor his time with Durga and her transformation and the destruction of ownership. Spiritfoot noticed that Incas added the first of the two great mantras offered at the inn into her war arsenal, knowing that used with wrath, there was no obstacle Incas could not manage. How many mantra did the yogi use to attain enlightenment? I don't know, Spiritfoot smiled as Santos delivered. One, but they had to do it just right. Do you know what's right? No, smiles Spirit Foot, knowing this was going to someplace fun. Om Uma Siva Swaha. Yes, Santos made his mantra the punchline of a joke. He thought it was one of his better ones. Rontos took his time and developed the game of mantra. Hanuman was the master of ceremonies, with the realization of each mantra. Monkey would imbue the players with a new yogic city. The object of the game was to be empowered until each player attained full, complete enlightenment. For the tribe playing his game, this was water into water, which confirmed the mastery of his creation. Oh, how they laughed when the eye of the dragon squirted the eye of the dragon. Oh, I mean it. The game got Otto right in the eye. We held our corners and with a grand display of bubbles won Rontos gift, the game of many mantras. Spirit Foot and each spirit tribe member found a deeper connection to ritual. Each ritual enriched the tribe exponentially. Now that the eye of the dragon was closed, there was a great change afoot. Each ritual took Spirit Foot one step closer to love's return and the final prophecy complete. Thank you all for joining Lowly Yogi Tales once again. I do appreciate getting to share these stories with you. There it was, Chapter 5, Ritual Restored. Spirit Foot, Eye of the Dragon. Well, we have Chapter 6 in front of us and then, then we may change things up a little bit because, karma. It's time for your return. And on that note, please share, now that you've found me. And hey, send me a little love through Yogi Cash if you appreciate the work I'm doing here. Because I'll keep doing it, and that'll be a whole lot of fun. Play us out, Monkey Max. Play us out. Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy Earth mother and friends, You cross our hearth at last. Long have we greyed, While the king of demons had his way. But no longer, no longer, It's time to dance and sing. This is the time when the golden age begins As we welcome love and peace and ease may it never cease Welcome joy and bliss in all the eyes of serpents kiss Welcome mother, welcome child, welcome body tender and mild. Welcome protection, and welcome friends. It's been a long wait, but now the golden age begins. Welcome spring, summer, and fall. Winter is Persephone's and sweetest of all. Welcome immortality. Welcome all, it's time to dance and sing, as the golden age begins. Welcome all you yogis, and we call you in. Welcome all you protectors, and we call you in. Welcome all you yogis, as the golden age begins.