Flame open eye meditation/ trance:
Back in our ritual room, were instructed to sit still in front of our small flame, fed by sesame oil,
– to look into the flame.
The very air surrounding us and moving the flame is the air our Ancestors were breathing. There is no other.
– NO blinking,
– Even when tears start to flow……
I have no idea, if tears started to flow.
At some point the flickering light became the central fire in the large Clan Tzartan of my Ancestors……
….On the wide open Reindeer pastures of North Western Tuva……
I stood at the fire.
I stood on my braids, which were sooooo long, they reached the floor.
Through them I was rooted to the land of my Ancestors.
One of the female Elders, Moon Child’s Auntie, was drumming right behind me.
There was a pot of Reindeer stew hanging on the wooden tripod over the flames. I was offered a plate and Es’ lahi fed me with a horn spoon…..
Tears of joy and happiness flowed down my cheeks!
I was HOME!
I was SOOOOO happy!
Then at the same time there was movement in the ritual room – and singing drifting in and out of the vision… Bhola and the group….
In and out…
I was at 2 places at the same time……