Surfing the Zuvuya Wave

Welcome.

The true heart meaning of Zuvuya is something we each find for and within ourselves; this conference/ceremony/celebration is designed to deepen the portal to this self-discovery.

I first saw the word in Eden Sky’s calendar for the Blue Galactic Storm year, where it was shown as an infinity spiral formed by the words, ‘Everything that has been unconscious is becoming conscious.’ For years I have played with that phrase and its reversal: Everything that has been unconscious is becoming conscious. Everything that has been conscious is becoming unconscious. To me, the balance point of these two movements is where Zuvuya happens.

We are easily opening our minds these days and through the doorway of this enlightenment we can commune more agilely and more often on a soul-to-soul level – with each other, and with the great soul of Creator. The awakening, and remembering, that we are more than bodily form is becoming the norm, a foundation for even deeper exploration of eternal life. Everything that has been unconscious is becoming conscious. I know I am more than this body, this thought, this feeling. I am divine and eternal and I am you. I am another yourself.

We used to have to train these imaginings through spiritual discipline, doctrine. We read books and heard our gurus and recognized the new insight with amazement and relief that there is a deeper experience than human beingness. There is a place where we are all one, interconnected, in love. It seemed fantastical, and in my upbringing correlated to being stoned out, high, or withdrawn into the seclusion of a commune and utopian dreams.

Now, honestly, it’s easier and easier to find commonality as a world soul. The difference between the Third World and our comforts in the First is still palpable, yet we are faltering in Western Civilization, insecure and on the downward spiral. So we begin to equalize the human experience on a global level, wanting to help each other because our own vulnerability is at the surface and we can better relate. While the poets and mystics have always known we are one world, now that insight is held as advertising copy: a global village. Everything that has been unconscious is becoming conscious.

To love one another for many of us is a learned act. Our instinct may be to share warmth and an open heart but life experience led to hurt and we closed our hearts for a while. The impulse to love has to be rediscovered; to include others in that opening involves willed courage and trust that the end game of deep connection is worth working through the layers of distrust and previous disappointment.

The path of self-help – the workshops and books, lectures, retreats, yoga practice, shamanic journeys (this is my own shortlist) – is getting us somewhere, though. As a collective we are growing past patterns of inhibition and shame, and are healing the wounds of disconnection and abandonment. We are starting to see that the situations and people that hurt us were themselves born out of dark pain and it merely spread. From this place of strength – when we are absolved of our victim-hood, when we can see we had karma to complete and did complete it – we can turn to help those still faltering. We used to think so much about our pain, but now it slides into recession along with our economy: Everything that has been conscious is becoming unconscious.

For some of us, blessed be, healing has become something we can do by rote, and hurting happens less and less to us and others by our hand. We used to say, I wish I could be more kind and compassionate, and now, after years and prayers, we are. Again, there’s that all-important reflective truth: Everything that has been conscious is becoming unconscious. There is even more compassion to find, to follow after. And so we identify ourselves as spiritual warriors, willing to dig into each layer of holding and egoism to unearth it and reveal more vulnerability, a naked soul.

Zuvuya in my meditation today is that bareness, the mid-point of a life arc where I can almost start again in both infancy and acquired wisdom and redirect my intentions towards the god soul in the cosmos and within each being on earth, starting in myself.

When we gather for the initiation of a new solar year, may we wish to embody the sacred mantra of the Maya: in lake’ch, ‘I am another yourself.’ May we see in each other our own soul reflected, and may we love the mirror of harmony – a song that is sometimes restful, sometimes stirred to ecstatic rhythms – in both its conscious and unconscious expressions.

Lisa Star, Blue Overtone Storm