Saturday, November 17, 2012

Freedom through Sensuality and Spirit Dancing with Nature’s ecstasy

The earth is soft enough for me to walk with barely a sound and with each footfall I feel my
spirit seep into the mud, its clay-blood energy shimmering about my boots and the rhythm
of my steps an invocation of joy.

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I can see nothing beyond but the light of my spirit guiding my way ahead – my path twisting and turning, visible no more than a couple of feet in front of me as glimmering leaves, like green clouds, shrouding me in Nature’s gown. As I walk, I am moving through the energy of the trees – my own freedom and exuberance increasing their jovial animation, with the tree spirits reaching towards me playfully, their nebulous limbs swaying through me.

They are whispering to me through their dancing bodies and I am being urged to respond and surrender to my own dance: to revel in my beauty and the love of my uniqueness, to be spirit-naked with a young ash tree as it dances in the wind, or to swirl with an old yew, its bark blood-red from the rain. 

Sinking playfully into the softness of the mud, dancing in the thunder with the pouring rain streaming and pounding on my warm skin, I am washed through with their ‘song’ and the scent of the mist-clad wood – the certainty of their laughter reverberating through me.

The air is musky and the draping elder flowers are heavy with rain, splattering my legs as I move towards my beloved beech; she beckons me closer – her bark wet and her limbs shiny and grey, yet so elegant – and I am skin to skin with her, my cheek against her heart and, tasting my soul through the beech’s embrace, I have become her, my toes as roots deep in the moist earth. Stretching my arms to embrace the sky, the sun peeps through an opening in the clouds, opening my soul, like a silver blade, to the light.

Within the poignancy of our touch, skin to skin, energy rising like sap and brewing like a storm to break into my song, I find myself vibrating at my unique signature note - pitched perfectly with a heavenly momentum to pour my soul into the rich loam of my life that pulls me forwards as the flowering of my expression.

As I explore these furthest reaches of our sensuality, I am learning to be me: my wild, untamed nature is becoming itself again in this unspoiled wilderness; exquisite beauty and freedom ripple through me as I wander and revel in this sensual moment of our souls’ interweavings – drinking in deeply our pure essence, we have become a temple of true nourishment and inspiration.

Moving out of the umbrageous covert of my mystical wood, I find myself spinning this scintillating energy into the rapture and rhythm of relationship with all around me – the plants that play on my path, the ramblers walking past, the cat that jumps out in front of me – and thus sprinkling the glittering sunlight of my soul in ecstasy upon the waiting canvas of my world.

And so this sublime samba overspills on into my Spirit Dancing sessions. Here I am with a fellow Spirit Dancer client/partner on the phone, tuning in to and feeling her with every pore of my being, my spirit poised like an eagle to hear the song building up from our communion; ethereally I move closer to her on silent wings, listening to my heart, listening to her heart, listening to our one heart as our song begins to make its presence known to me, thrumming through the drumbeat of my being – fully immersing myself in the song, we are submerging ourselves in the music of our making.

I begin to sing and tone – a channeling welling up within me as a heartfelt message from her soul to herself; I am surrendering to what wants to be heard, drawn from the spirit strings of the harp of our heart.

I am hearing the sounds from another world, the world of her belonging (which synchronistically, also seems to be the world of my belonging too!), drawing through cracks in the veil of the ethereal. I pause to feel more and see more with my inner sight, my spirit now dancing delightedly, like a languid flame curling, turning, stretching around me, stretching around us, every cell shimmering with the vibration of love.

In listening to my own song, I have heard her song and it is our own souls’ song mingling and intertwining in our hearts – it’s like the taste of warm honey passed between us in the sun-blessed kiss of the divine intimacy between lovers or between the artist and her muse, sealed in a sacred bond.

Concluding our enchanted encounter, I scatter these words of wonder upon her: “I am so deeply grateful to you, my dear Spirit Dancer, for this moment of intense communion – I am mesmerised and spellbound, and I am left with an indelible imprint of knowing the true me, as well as knowing the true you … and for that, I thank you with all my heart.”

And thank you for reading all this with me, dear friend! It is one way for me to share some of the amazing experiences I am having now and I am truly grateful for this opportunity to have shared it with you. 

Would it surprise you to know that I would truly and deeply love to share some of this with you, to a level and in a way that is perfect for you, by inviting you to take the first steps towards having our own version of such a dance together?!  And if you’re inspired too, we can so easily have a taster of how it will play out for you with one of my free introductory sessions. How would you like that? Would you like me to hold your hand to join me as you learn your first steps? It’s so easy and effortless – I feel we could have so much fun together. What do you think?

Like almost all who take up my offer, you may also be amazed by what happens in just our first hour together (again, no charge or obligation of course – it’s simply my pleasure and delight!) For example, here’s how Yve responded after our introductory session, her heart on fire with glee and gusto: “You reached out to me with a hand of Love and guidance, unlike any other therapist/healer I've ever known. The most stunning thing about having a free 'taster' session with you Leela is that I could literally feel the magic immediately opening in me, even during that first wonderful Skype session – I just cried and cried for joy!”

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Tempted, intrigued or excited to accept my invitation? I do hope so! Do check out my website for more, or just call or email me and we’ll get started just as soon as you like.

Again, deepest appreciations for having had this opportunity to share my heart with you today.

With endless Love,


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Anonymous said...

Thank you for inviting me on your most delicious spirit walk! Your words/energy filled and uplifted me. You are the most magical, being.
Love to you, Georgi

Leela Jamieson said...

Thank you Georgi- it is truly my joy to share the magic and wonder of our true wild selves,

With Love,

Anonymous said...

sometimes we walk a path,of fear.and surround ourselfs with comfert that comfert zone,afraid to truly look deeper within our own true essance,because we know we will out grow those shackled to us.we choose many ways to ground ourselfs.because once we truly awaken,anything or anyone,any place,will drain the energy of our true essance.there are many crossroads we walk up to,in our lifes journy.the comfert zones,and surroundings in 3d,call out from within,great calls for a honesty of calls out for renew,complete change of al ideas built.and those around us,need to be freed.sometimes we need shed all,build new.i know you as margret,your true lifes journy.struugles walked past,margret walking forward proud of that identity.some believe,in world of spirit,no words are needed,such is the my dear time leela was put to bed,no need to escape anymore.perhaps its hurdle,all built around it can be shed.storys of life,are so simple,less words beter.who is leela trying to impress,stringing togeather big words,that dont flow.who is the leela,time to be margret maybe.only when we truly,become full essance,and release everything.can we walk journy of one, true to you get only chance.good luck on your journy,sorry i didnt enjoy leela,or her exspression ,for leela is not margret,its margret i want read.blessings

Leela Jamieson said...

We grow and evolve as we follow our light- and that sometimes we become so different to the person we were,that our name doesn't fit any more and evenmore: I have found that in the journey of our heart we become evermore our true self.

And I love what I have become and also growing into - becoming the real me.

And I wish for you, what you want for you and that you find it...

And that you never need to hide your identity...because you are proud and love who you are.

With all my heart,

Anonymous said...

i am very proud,of my choice incarnation.the wonderful souls,who also chose to incarnate,take bodys,bring me into this world.become my parents and family,friends and teach me threw lifes lessons,fear,pain,joy.bessings i can address past karma.identity in 3d,is the most precious of all realitys.reflection of who we are,our tribulations.there is no right way,nor wrong.just exspressions of our true nature,through the identity we choose.i also ran in fear,took on another identity.and with my wings soared so high.found some truths,i found me.i found like many others,i was travelling in the wrong direction after time.i realised the journy was on earth.and to honour my journy,my parents,and identity is my honour,my past,my run away from that,is to run away from what i have not dealt with,my contacts to both myself,and all who chose to help me.perhaps we are all one,perhaps i am reflection.perhaps i am margret.the question is i guess,who is margret,and were is she cant run away from it or not,you are margret.your family,throughout the universe,await her return.perhaps there is the growth,of true essance.goodbye dear,yours margret