As a result of doing some heavy lifting yesterday I injured my back in way that has happened before. The sensation is below the shoulder blades, as if there is a crack horizontally across the back, muscles and bone. Very unpleasant, but not too bad this time, allowing me to continue to be active for the rest of the day.
Typically when I do my TM a nice rush of energy begins at the spine and moves upwards. It is pleasant and very refreshing, though I hadn’t really given it much thought.
So evening meditation began, and that same rush of energy began, and as it rose through the spinal column it moved the affected vertebrae back into place, gently but firmly, click, click, click. Turns out there were three of them, all in the neck, one at the base which was causing the referred pain mid-back, and two other tweaks needed. All pain vanished.
With the hassle of going to the doctor, I try to fix as much as I can by myself. Of course the key is not getting injured in the first place. 🙂
My Spirit Animal – The Elk
Not that I was looking for one…
The last people to inhabit the land where I live were Native Americans, their indigenous nations with a profound connection to nature. They were given the names of the local animals as their totems, their spiritual representation in the natural world.
“In certain spiritual traditions or cultures, spirit animal refers to a spirit which helps guide or protect a person on a journey and whose characteristics that person shares or embodies.”
Although I knew of this tradition, I am mostly of Northern European heritage with no American DNA at all, so I did not see a personal connection.
Then last night (after self-healing my back) I drove into Paradise to get something. It was 7:30 or so, and dark. As I topped my street, there he was facing me. I stopped the truck in front of him, and just looked at this huge elk buck. At least twice as big as a mule deer. He was just standing there majestically in the middle of the dark and empty road, and completed unfazed by my truck. Couldn’t have cared less.
He had a huge head, much larger than a deer, antlers though not a big rack, the dark brown collar, and tan fur instead of the grey of the mule deer. He turned his right side facing me, and kind of gave me a side-eye, again very calmly, and then walked slowly to the roadside. As soon as he was out of the headlights I couldn’t see him any more.
There are three types of elk in California, Tule, Roosevelt, and Rocky Mountain. After comparing lots of pictures online my best guess is he was a Rocky Mountain elk. They have a range a little further north in the Cascades.
From several websites on Native American legends:
“This spirit animal is the symbol of strength and stamina… It symbolizes endurance and patience, as well as your relationships with other people.
The animal spirit of Elk is one of strength, nobility, pride, survival, and stamina.
In some Pacific Northwest tribes, elk are also considered to be particular protectors of women, and in some legends elk lead women who had been captured by enemy warriors back to their homes.
The elk as a totem animal is known as a symbol of the community.
If the elk appears in your life, either waking or dreaming, it is a good sign. The Elk as a spirit animal is a symbol of success in a future period, so you don’t have to worry.”