10 Things You Can Do RIGHT NOW to Have a Mystical Experience

Baja Rock Pat

I’m often asked, “What can others do to have a mystical experience?”

It is a valid and important question. Spiritual awakening or mystical experience, realizing God, the Divine, or one’s purpose in life are spiritual longings inherent to many of us. And lately, it’s becoming more and more apparent that a lot of us are in fact, having these types of experiences. But what about those who desperately yearn for something like this and it just isn’t happening? Can one make it happen? Are there exercises one can do? Or dogma one can follow to ensure communication with the Divine that resides in each of us?

The answer is no. First of all, there is no one dogma that will satisfy everyone. We all have different spiritual needs and lessons and we do not all comprehend in the same way. You would not explain how to bake a cake using the same words you’d use when talking to a four-year-old as you would to an adult, now would you? Of course not.

But that doesn’t mean that just because there’s no tried-and-true set of rules you can follow to find your answers that you are left completely to the mercy of luck or fate. There are certain things you can do right now to help open yourself to the possibility.

Here are my suggestions:

1. MEDITATE – Even if it’s just for 10 or 15 minutes a day, meditation helps you disconnect from the endless chatter of the outside world (and more importantly, your own ego chatter) and allows you to open the channels of communication with your Higher Self–that part of you that connects you with God. And you don’t have to follow an elaborate ritual either; all you have to do is sit quietly and breathe. More about this in a forthcoming post.

2. GET OUT IN NATURE – Take a walk in the park or around the block and allow the sights, the sounds, the scents and the experiences of nature to surround you. If you’re able to spend even more time outdoors, such as camping, hiking, horseback riding, boating, gardening, etc., so much the better. Sometimes just sticking your toes in the sand or going barefoot in summer grass can recharge your spirit. The important thing is to absorb what is around you: take a deep breath and really notice the scents, sounds and sights; feel them as they nourish your spirit.

3. OPEN YOUR HEART AND YOUR MIND – Although this sounds easier than it is, meditation can help a great deal in this area. New experiences cannot get “in” to a closed mind. In the practice of Zen, there is a state of consciousness referred to as “Beginner’s Mind.” It is something we are all supposed to strive for. It means that we should approach each experience as though it were something we’d never encountered before. It is in this state that we can know the true blessing of each moment.

4. LOOK FOR JOY IN YOUR LIFE – Take a few moments right now and jot down five things that bring you joy.They don’t have to be things that cost money, they can be simple things like spending more time with your family. And don’t forget to list your hobbies because when you lose yourself in your hobbies, believe it or not, it’s at that moment that your mind is truly in a meditative state and you probably don’t even realize it!

I’ll make it easier for you. List your five things here:

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Now work toward incorporating more of those things into your life.

If this seems like an insignificant suggestion, don’t be fooled. It is powerful. It will change your life. But you have to follow through; that which brings you joy is the gateway to the realization of the purpose of your life.

5. RECORD YOUR DREAMS – Maybe you’re longing for improved health, a red Ferrari, a chance to compete in the Olympics, or whatever, and that’s great, but you have to actually do something to help instigate the process. Here’s a place to start: imagine your goal in intricate detail, as much detail as possible. See what it looks like in the palm of your hand, feel what it feels like to have achieved that goal–the great amount of joy it brings you, and feel your gratitude to God, the Universe and Self that accompanies the realization of your goal. Describe how it tastes and how it smells, and what sounds you notice as you attain your dream. Note how your life has changed because of it. Then write it down. By putting into words your hopes and dreams, you are setting the molecules in motion to help manifest these things into your life. And the more explicit you can be when you imagine them, the better.

Besides recording your dreams on paper, voice recorder or computer, another way to do this is to cut out pictures that show people doing the things you want to do (or have). Then paste them onto a poster board near your computer or work-space where you can see it every day. In the Bible, Jesus said, “Ask and it shall be given unto you.” So while you’re asking, why not EXPECT THE BEST? If you always settle for less because you’ve convinced yourself that that’s all you deserve, then that’s all you’ll get. On the other hand, if you look for the best, you will find it. Or I should say, it will find you.

One of my favorite quotes is by Les Brown. He said, “Shoot for the moon! Even if you miss it, you will land among the stars!”

So WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?

The dreams you have while asleep are important too but they sometimes arrive in codes that make sense only to you. However, if you write them down on a regular basis, after a while you’ll begin to see a pattern emerge. This is another way the voice of your Higher Self communicates with you. It’s up to you whether to listen or not, but if your life isn’t going as well as you’d hoped, what have you got to lose by listening to your Higher Self?

6. LISTEN TO YOUR BODY – How many times have you gotten on an elevator when the only other person in the elevator was a person who gave you the creeps? You feel the tension in your body and your gut says, “Something about this situation doesn’t feel right,” but you push that thought away, telling yourself you’re being ridiculous. Then you hop on the elevator anyway, in spite of the warnings from your body. This is how people get hurt. Or worse. Better to look like an idiot than to have something bad happen.

Shamanism teaches that when you become familiar with your own body’s messages, you also become more in tune with your Higher Self. So the next time you’re pondering what to do in a given situation, ask your body! Try on each solution like a big, fluffy coat and see which one feels best. The key here, is to allow your body to speak and not to impose your will upon the message.

The first lesson I learned in martial arts was that before proceeding with anything, you should make a quick survey of the situation and if something didn’t feel right, it probably wasn’t. The best defense is not to knowingly put yourself in harm’s way and to be aware of your surroundings and of what your body is telling you. Nine times out of ten you can avoid confrontation this way.

7. WATCH FOR SIGNS – This goes along with the previous suggestion of being aware. Not only can you avoid danger this way, you will also begin to notice little nuances that lie beneath the surface that may otherwise have gone unnoticed.

The day after my mother’s funeral, I looked out my window and there were about 20 flickers (a type of woodpecker) on our tree in the backyard. I thought it rather odd, then called my neighbor to see if she was experiencing the same thing. She wasn’t. She came over to see all the flickers and by the time she arrived a few minutes later, my entire backyard–along with the trees and houses of my nearby neighbors–was black with robins. The flickers were gone, but I didn’t see them fly away. Nor did I see the robins arrive. At the time I was still in shock over the death of my mother and it barely registered in my brain that this was something unusual. However, I couldn’t escape the feeling that the robins were trying to be near me because as I looked out the window, they kept landing on the gutter outside right above my face and when I opened the door and stepped outside, they didn’t even try to fly away.They just sat there staring at me. Thousands of them.

There are signs like this around us all the time. And by paying more attention and giving them more credence, we open our minds, thereby allowing a new set of awareness to enter. (And meditation will help you notice these things as you’ve never noticed them before.)

8. BELIEVE! – NOTHING is impossible. “How do you know?” you may ask. I know because the impossible happened to me. And it’s still happening. I also learned that what we believe is more important than any sort of scientific justification. I learned this the hard way because every time I tried to disprove or validate my supernatural and mystical experiences, it always turned out to be a complete waste of my time. So trust your heart. You know the truth.

9. NEVER, NEVER, NEVER, NEVER GIVE UP! – There’s a Japanese proverb that says, “If you fall down seven times, get up eight!” Yes! Maybe all you have to do is turn the next corner and you will find what you’re looking for. However, you’ll never find it if you don’t keep walking. Remember, NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE. It’s only our minds that tell us so. Our minds and spirits are powerful tools, but like anything else, when we learn to use them properly, we can accomplish so much more!

10. LET GO IN ORDER TO GAIN CONTROL – Sounds like a paradox, doesn’t it? But my entire book is about this very concept. I wasn’t looking for a mystical experience when it happened. It found me. And I have discovered that the more I try to force things, the more resistant they become. That’s often because we are looking in the wrong place for our answers. Our answers (and God) aren’t “out there”; they’re inside of us, and as long as we keep looking “out there”, we won’t find what we’re looking for. When I step back from my ego mind–that part of me that thinks it’s in charge and will fight to the death to maintain that position–and allow things to come to me, that’s when the magic happens. Every time. This too, is easier said than done, but it is important. It’s the same as the expression “Let go and let God.”

I know all these things because I lived them. The circumstances in my life arranged themselves in such a manner that it was as if I had no choice but to abide by their principles. Technically, yes, I had a choice, I always have a choice, but in this instance, my mind and spirit would not allow me to choose to go against the very truths I had sought my entire life and suddenly discovered had been deposited at my feet. The interesting part is that they revealed themselves to me backwards. I was living them before I understood what was happening to me, i.e., I was enjoying the finished meal (which I had somehow unknowingly prepared) but I had to figure out the recipe if I cared at all to understand or explain how I was able to make such a splendid meal in the first place!

So, this is my advice to you. Open your eyes. Open your heart. Be aware of what’s around you. Listen. Taste. Breathe. Love. Laugh. Trust yourself. Allow–and the magic will find you.

I am Jazzed!

Since returning from my month-long book tour recently, I hit the ground running; but it’s all been good. No, not just good, INCREDIBLE! (This is what happens when you follow the path you’re meant to travel in life.)

The weekend of June 23-25, I participated in INATS (International New Age Trade Show) in Denver. What a fantastic experience.

I did a book signing on Saturday, then got to work the booth with my publisher, Robert Friedman of Rainbow Ridge Books and his friend Beth. Bob has published many famous authors, including Richard Bach (“Jonathan Livingston Seagull”) and Neale Donald Walsch (“Conversations with God”), so to be in the company of such accomplished talent is a tremendous honor for me.

Another highlight of the weekend was speaking with representatives from the Self-Realization Fellowship based out of Los Angeles, CA, the organization pioneered by Paramahansa Yogananda, whom I wrote about in my book. I hope to visit to the center some day.

I also hooked up with the good people at Satiama.com and am excited to announce that they will soon be offering my book for sale through their website. (I’ll keep you posted on that.) At Satiama, they dedicate themselves to “Enhancing Life’s Journey” in many ways, so it is a thrill to have them selling my book. Please check out their website; there’s something there for everyone, including children.

I also had several people tell me that I would be very successful in my life and that I would write a lot of books. They said they saw me speaking before large audiences and that I would be a leader and an inspiration to millions! Millions! That’s hard for me to fathom.

In retrospect, I guess the most important thing I got from the three-day event was the ability to finally accept my role as a leader, a role in which I have previously felt uncomfortable and inadequate to assume, because even after all the incredible things that have happened to me, I’m still skeptical sometimes. I call it “keeping my feet on the ground.” But being around all those wonderful people energized me and made me realize that I have to stay true to my purpose in life, and that is to be ME!

And I don’t know about you, but I’m drawn like a moth to a flame to that which energizes me anyway. When it feels like it would take more effort to resist than to accept the path that seems laid out for me—that which motivates me and brings me joy—and comes to me so effortlessly, maybe that’s my first clue that God or the Universe is telling me that it may not be in my highest good to resist. And that I should trust myself to recognize what’s right for me.

Blessings of love and light.

 

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Radio Show Appearance Tonight!

 

It’s gonna be a great show tonight on John Edmonds’ show “Adventures Into The Strange.” I just got off the phone with John and I think you’re really going to enjoy what we have in store for you!

Please join us tonight from 8:00-9:30 pm MST at http://www.blogtalkradio.com/adventuresintothestrange
(Please note time change.) Listeners are encouraged to call in and share their stories as well.


Book Signing at INATS in Denver June 23

Patricia Walker will be signing copies of her book, “Dance of the Electric Hummingbird,” at the International New Age Trade Show in Denver, Colorado on Saturday, June 23, from 10:00-11:00 am in the Buyer’s Lounge.

Denver Merchandise Mart
451 E 58th Ave
Denver, CO 80216

I also plan to be in attendance for the entire trade show, so please stop by and say hello. I’d love to meet you!

Show Hours:

Saturday, June 23:
9:00 am – 6:00 pm

Sunday, June 24:
10:00 am – 6:00 pm

Monday, June 25:
9:00 am – 4:00 pm

For more information, please click here: INATS West

 

 

On the Road Again…

I just returned home late last Sunday night after a 15½ hour drive from Wisconsin and nearly a month on the road promoting my book. And being the writing-type person I am, I feel I have to sort out my feelings and the lessons I learned along the way, so thus far, I have 16 pages scribbled in my notebook.

Nevertheless, if I had to sum up the trip in one word, I’d have to call it “bittersweet.” And if I had to name the most important lesson I learned from it, it would have to be that I need to be more patient and humble and less selfish. Now I’m not a selfish person by nature, but I sure learned some humility on that trip.

The first stop was South Lake Tahoe, California, where my husband and I attended two concerts by Chickenfoot and I did a book signing at the beautiful Marcus-Ashley Fine Art Gallery. I sold quite a few copies of “Dance of the Electric Hummingbird” that day, and Sammy Hagar personally bought all the books I didn’t sell at the signing. He had me autograph them and I was told that he was going to add his autograph to the books and sell them in the Cabo Wabo gift shop there in Tahoe. He also gave me a shout-out during both shows. There was no lack of humility on my part in those instances.

I returned home for a few days, then attended the Chickenfoot concert in Denver. It was Chickenfoot’s next stop on their US tour, and Sammy gave me another shout-out or two during the show. Again, no lack of humility on my part there either. I was deeply honored.

The following weekend, I did a book signing at Barnes & Noble in Denver and there was also a pretty good turn-out there. One of my fans actually traveled all the way from the UK to attend my book signing! How can I relate what an honor that was? No bitter stuff yet–all sweet!

The next week, I found myself on an airplane headed for La Crosse, Wisconsin to visit friends and do a book signing there. After that, my friend and I hopped in the car and drove. Forever. We were headed for St. Louis, Missouri. Enter the much-needed patience and requisite selflessness.

The mid-west is tantalizingly beautiful: mile after mile of rolling, green hills, magnificent trees, farmhouses with barns and cattle lolling in the sun, deer on the hillsides and gorgeous evenings where the shadows are long and warm and intoxicating like the scent of the trees and the freshly-mown hay. And mile after mile there are small towns that look exactly alike with their main street churches, houses with birdbaths in the front yards, gratuitous gas station/general stores and small parks and cemeteries festooned with American flags because it was Memorial Day weekend. There were always one or two cars on the road, but other than that, the streets were pretty much vacant. And calm. Like the fast-approaching nightfall.

I loved it. Loved the tranquility and the small-town feeling. I grew up in small towns. But as our 8 hour drive to St. Louis began to approach 11 hours, I started to get impatient. And I sometimes worried that we might be traveling on the wrong road, especially since we were at the mercy of the GPS, which was fast becoming “affectionately” known as “Genevieve Partially-Correct Steward.” I think we saw every small town between La Crosse and St. Louis, and although we arrived at our destination when most people were likely in bed for the night, my friend and I got to see some incredibly beautiful countryside along the way. It was also my first lesson in cultivating more patience. You see, the roads didn’t always go through like Genevieve thought they did and she became quite distressed when she thought we were going the wrong way. And sometimes there were detours, or road construction or tractors pulling farm equipment that took up the entire two-lane highway. And sometimes deer would jump out in front of us, or there would be stop signs on every block in the 20-mph center of each small town. But it was all good. Patience, my dear. Isn’t that one of the Seven Virtues? If not, it should be.

After a few shots of Templeton rye and a fitful night’s sleep in cheap motel beds that were as comfortable as stacks of plywood (selflessness be damned; sometimes you just need a shot of good whiskey!) we then attended the Chickenfoot concert in St. Louis and had the privilege of riding to the show with friends in a huge Hummer limo. No extra humility needed on my part there. Wow. I felt like a celebrity. A very grateful one.

The concert was lots of fun and I got to rekindle old friendships; even made a few new ones. I also had the honor of being interviewed by Michael St. John of DRUMline, who happened to be waiting to interview Kenny Aronoff, the drummer of Chickenfoot. I told Mike about my book and he said he wanted to read it and write a review of it for his website, so he whipped out his camera and taped an interview with me on the spot. Very nice guy. I’ll let you know when the interview is posted online.

I then did a book signing at Barnes & Noble in Des Peres, Missouri, and there was a pretty good turn-out there as well.

Then came more traveling. My poor friend would wince every time we’d get in the car and I’d start singing Willie Nelson‘s “On the Road Again” but I just couldn’t help myself; it seemed so appropriate!

After another long drive, we paid a visit to my dad’s hometown. Dad grew up on the Mississippi River and I was only just beginning to get an appreciation of its might and its size as it wound and roared and slinked beside us at nearly every turn. I swear I felt Dad’s spirit everywhere—in the buildings, the streets, the riverboats, the locks and the dams. This was when the bittersweet feelings began to enter the picture.

The peak of bittersweet though, was visiting my aunt. Well, she isn’t technically my aunt; she was my mom’s best friend for almost 60 years. I have always loved her like a second mom. She’s 88 years old now and lives in an assisted living facility.

It had been a long time since I’d seen her—years before my mom died—and I knew she probably wasn’t going to be around much longer herself. So I just had to see her.

My friend and I walked into her room and there she sat, like a cherished, long lost spirit from the past–the last-remaining human aspect of my youth and connection to my mom. My heart leapt in my chest. She was sitting in an overstuffed chair next to a window that overlooked the parking lot–a few figurines displayed on the window ledge. Next to her was her walker within easy reach, the TV remote and her basket of yarn with a half-crocheted blue and yellow baby blanket in it. To my friend and me, it felt like it was about a hundred and fifty degrees in the room, but my aunt was wearing a cream-colored thick sweater and a pendant which was really just a button to push in case she fell. And although she suffered a stroke about a year earlier and had trouble speaking, she was sharp as a tack, which is maybe not such a good thing, bless her heart. Maybe it’s better for the mind to go before the body, I don’t know. Because if you still have your mind, and you’re 88 years old and can’t walk and you’re living in a facility like that, what have you got to look forward to besides dying? At least that was the feeling I got from her.

“It’s hell to get old,” she told me as if it were an apology. Her eyes were full of love, but at the same time, I could tell she felt embarrassed for me to see her like that. My heart broke like a flower opening only to wilt as quickly as it had bloomed..

I wanted to spend entire days with her, reminiscing and telling her how much I loved her. I wanted to tell her all about my grandkids and what my sons were up to. I wanted to hear about her life and how she felt about her circumstances because I could sense all the emotions she fought to keep in check.  And I wanted to ask her what I could do to help make things a little better for her, but it wasn’t long before I could see that she was growing tired.

So I hugged her, but it was difficult because I had to contort myself in order to reach her in her chair. I didn’t want to hug her like that. I wanted to hug her full on–feel her body against mine and send her all the love I had for her like a blood transfusion. I knew I would probably never see her again and she knew it too. She said it several times. Then I kissed her wrinkled face as tears ran from my eyes. I didn’t want her to see them, but I couldn’t stop them. She had always been so good to me, like a treasured second mother.

Here was where the real humility came in. Jesus, I have nothing to complain about.

I wished so badly that I could take her home to live with me, but I had also planned on taking her out for dinner, and she wouldn’t even leave her room for that. “Bittersweet” flowed like the Mississippi River into every cell in my body.

And that was another lesson I learned on my trip–that things don’t always go to plan. Sometimes you have to accept what IS and allow life to come to you instead of always trying to control things. And sometimes you have to stand back meekly as you watch those you love fall because despite all your plans and well-meaning intentions, there is nothing you can do to help them; they have made their own choices.

Maybe this is the truest test of love–you feel it with all your might and that love carries you through–no matter how hopeless things may seem.

The trip wasn’t all bittersweet though; there were sweet moments too, like getting to visit friends and relatives–not to mention the cheese. You can’t visit Wisconsin and not O.D. on cheese; at least I can’t–cheese curds, smoked cheese, aged cheese, string cheese, Swiss, cheddar, brick, Havarti… you name it, they have it. And cheese heads. Everywhere. (They’re very loyal Packers fans. We even paid a visit to Lambeau Field, home of the Green Bay Packers.) And their sausage, bratwurst and local beers are to die for. Seriously, these people know how to eat and drink! It’s good for the soul sometimes.

And speaking of souls, my soul must be restored and over-the-top now too because while I was there, I ate like there was no tomorrow. So much cheese, so little time… I’m not getting on the scale for weeks. So yes, my soul was restored in so many ways—bittersweet and now dancing like a hummingbird. (Well, after I lose a few pounds, that is!)

 

 

 

 

Ultimate Classic Rock Reviews “Dance of the Electric Hummingbird”

Nancy Dunham of Ultimate Classic Rock posted a review of “Dance of the Electric Hummingbird” on amazon.com’s UK website.

Writes Dunham:

REVIEW

Sammy Hagar has recommended music fans read the book Dance of the Electric Hummingbird: An Ordinary Woman s Accidental Journey to Enlightenment, the Supernatural, and Rock Star Sammy Hagar, by Pat Walker. The Chickenfoot singer calls it a must-read for redheads, according to a report on the Van Halen News Desk. Hagar continues, saying that the author takes to heart the same type of messages I try to relate through my music and my life go out and seek your dreams, don t ever give up, celebrate your life and every part of who you are. I know Pat s journey of mystical transformations will inspire you. Enjoy the journey. So, what is the journey? Well according to the book s description, Electric Hummingbird follows the author as she wanders into a bar in Mexico with her husband. She is hoping to enjoy a rock concert by a famous singer previously unknown to her, but something frightening and wonderful happens instead. We won t give you the whole story which, by the way, supposedly is based on a true story but suffice to say God, psychic revelations and Hagar play a role in what follows.

–Nancy Dunham – ultimateclassicrock.com

Thank you so very much, Ms. Dunham. This is a tremendous honor.

For more information, please visit http://www.amazon.co.uk/Dance-Electric-Hummingbird-ebook/dp/B006OF5QYU/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1339339418&sr=8-1