Dancing with the Fire

Dancing with the Fire

by Michael Sky

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Tolly Burkan and his wife Peggy Dylan wanted to teach us every aspect of successfully leading firewalk. Since their own approach had been to travel around from place to place, building fires wherever they could, our three-week training would consist primarily of ten public firewalk with a lot of traveling in between, so that we would get a taste of life on the road. Thus, although our group of ten students came together in Sacramento, we spent our initial two days journeying in a motorhome up to Seattle for our first firewalk. This two-day waiting period actually helped me, for I could see little difference between this group of people—all of whom had already walked on fire—and myself. I did not feel like their spiritual or psychological inferior, and I could thus reasonably expect to do as well as they.

Alas, on the day of my first walk, all reason and logic abandoned me. As the day wore on (firewalk always happen at night, which really means that they happen for an entire day) my body became uncharacteristically tense; a low level anxiety took over and gripped me. I was not hungry and I did not feel like talking. I kept thinking of the thousands of people who had already done this. I kept looking at my fellow trainees and seeing of our essential sameness. My mind would be somewhat reassured, but my body grew tenser still.

Midday they showed us a brief news clip of Tolly walking across an amazingly hot-looking bed of coals, and my stomach lurched in protest. I felt as if I had just witnessed an accident victim sprawled bloody across the pavement. I continued to fast and I talked even less. In a notebook I wrote, “I feel like I’m in an airplane, about to parachute into enemy territory.”

At this point, I felt twisted by a combination of fears. I worried that I would severely injure myself. Even worse, I might chicken out, a horrendous thought given the time, expense, and self-esteem I had committed to becoming an instructor. Or, worst of all, I might walk on fire, fail painfully, and limp home a crippled and embarrassed wreck. As evening approached, I found my mind less able to issue up reassurance, and more focused on my fears. My body grew tenser still.

Finally, the workshop began. Fifty or so people gathered, mostly looking as if they had just been told they had four hours to live. Tolly had an intense, yet entertaining style. Working the crowd, he first terrified us with what could go wrong, and then exploded the tension with his wonderful sense of humor. After an hour or so, we went outside and together constructed a large pile of wood, kindling, and newspaper. Then we circled about it, holding hands, while Tolly doused it with a gallon of kerosene and set it aflame. In moments, the fire blasted us with such heat that everyone took two steps away from the scattering sparks and billowing smoke. Definitely not a summer-camp fire, nor even a homecoming bonfire. We beheld an inferno, and if it was designed to frighten, it succeeded.

Back inside we went, and for the next two hours Tolly prepared us for walking. I remember agreeing with most all that he said, while at the same time feeling concerned that I did not really hear anything new. Clearly, I had hoped for some powerful technique or super meditation that would change me from “one who burns” into “one who doesn’t burn” but as time passed I felt distinctly unchanged and increasingly vulnerable. Things gradually took on a surreal air. It felt as if we were all doing drugs together or, again, as if we were all in a plane behind enemy lines, lost in our separate thoughts, contemplating doom, barely breathing.

Finally, the time came. We returned to the fire, which had calmed somewhat into a large pile of glowing embers and smoldering hunks of wood. We held hands, chanting softly as Tolly took a heavy metal rake and carefully spread the coals into a path some twelve-feet long and six-feet wide. With each pass of the rake, sparks flew off in every direction and what little breath we had left became filled with smoke. The heat was still so intense that people moved away from rather than toward the fire, its red-orange glow pulsing, menacing, yet oddly inviting. My mind finally emptied and quieted; I surrendered to the singing and felt transfixed by the fire. My body trembled out of control, as if it were somehow freezing on this warm spring evening. I could feel through their hands the similar shaking of those on either side of me.

Tolly laid down the rake, stepped up to the fiery path, and, with just the briefest pause, walked quickly across the coals. I registered that he took six steps and that he seemed okay, when suddenly another person walked across, and then another. I noticed my head shaking, side to side, as I watched feet sinking down into glowing, red, hot coals. People continued walking, one after another, and our singing steadily picked up, becoming more excited, more vibrant. My mind went blank, while my feet, acting on their own, carried me slowly toward the top of the path. My trembling increased and I sang even louder. Suddenly, I was at the top of the path. Moments later I moved—seven quick steps—I had walked on fire!

I felt overwhelmed with joy and found myself applauding each succeeding walker. The energy between us continued to rise, higher and higher, becoming more and more excited. It was all so beautifully stunning—the fire, the circle, the singing, the stars, the moon—and the wonderful feeling of grass beneath my happy feet. At last a strong shout of joy exploded through the group. Some people hugged, everyone laughed, and then slowly we all filtered back inside.

The funeral parlor had transformed into a circus. A tangible wave of relief rippled through a room filled with happy chatter and excited giggles. We took some time for sharing our experiences, and miracle stories abounded. I became aware of a spot on my left foot that felt a little hot, just slightly painful. Some other walkers seemed distressed also, including a fellow trainee who would turn out to have several bad blisters.

Later, as I called home to assure my wife and friends that I had survived it, feet intact, I began to feel a little let down. Obviously it had been a long, exhausting day. Somehow I had expected

more difficulty; it just seemed too easy. I mean, if anyone could do this, then. . . .

Dancing with the Fire – Chapter 3a

THE CO-CREATIVE PROCESS

The intelligence capable of orchestrating the diversity of all the cells in the human body is equally capable of orchestrating the diversity of the human family.

Ken Carey

To view the universe anew is to change in feeling and being. Just as there is no mind without body, no spirit without matter, there is no cognition without affect, no observation without personal change, no unmoved mover.2

George Leonard

The universe begins to look more like a great thought than a great machine.

James Jeans

It does indeed seem possible that we alive today could witness the beginnings of the emergence of a high-synergy society, a healthy social superorganism. If so, we could be among the most privileged generations ever to have lived.

Peter Russell

Most people wonder “why?” Why stand barefoot before a path of glowing, red-hot embers and choose to step forward? Why  run the risk of serious pain and injury? Why dance and sing with strangers around a fire in the dark; why take part in an ancient and primitive rite of passage; why even ponder such a strange and unlikely activity?

The discovery of fire by human beings, and the relationship  we have developed with it as we have learned to harness  its power and turn it towards purposeful good, marks a major step in the evolution of our species. Fire as made it possible for most of the people of this planet to live in otherwise cold and forbidding climates. It has given to our diets a vast array of foods that, without cooking, we would find unpalatable and of dubious nutritive value. It has enabled us to work creatively with metals, opening an entire industry, from the forging of the simplest tools to the fabrication of the minutest microchips. It has provided the power source and driving force of the industrial and postindustrial ages, the life-blood of our automobiles and airplanes, our cities and factories, our most complex surgical operations, our rockets to the moon.

Even in warmer tropical climates where fire has not been necessary for heating, cooking, the development of tools, or the fuel of industry and transportation, people have known that their lives depended upon fire of the sun and have treated their earthbound fires as offshoots, or little brothers, of that greater fire. Though the choreography has differed from one time and place to another, all primitive cultures have developed and followed certain rituals involving fire. Human culture universally sees fire an essential element for life on this planet, worthy of love, reverence, and thanksgiving, perhaps even of adoration and idolatry, and most certainly of respect. Thus we tend to view the discovery of fire as one of the most important moments in the history of humanity.

Pondering the discovery of fire, I imagine a brave and curious human being coming upon a blaze in the forest or on the plain, quite attracted to the fire’s warmth, to its beauty, to its dancing, flowing quality so similar to water. Such a person would quite naturally reach out to touch this bright, new substance, and thus discover—ouch!—that fire is hot and fire burns.

The discovery of fire involved the simultaneous uncovering of this fundamental law, the simple and painfully obvious truth that fire burns.

Over time, early men and women learned to turn fire’s burning towards purposeful good. They learned to heat their homes, to cook their food, to melt and forge important tools and implements. They learned to control fire, to harness its burning energy and use it, though ever mindful of the painful lesson that, if careless, fire could all too easily burn out of control, changing from life-improver to life-destroyer. This has always been fire’s essential nature: it will burn, possibly for good, possibly for ill, but it will burn. Outside of the firewalking experience itself, the law has always been: fire burns.

Early in life, each of us gets indoctrinated into the nature of fire. We touch the hot stove, the burning candle, the lit cigarette, and we personally discover fire—Ouch!, hot!, this stuff burns! As we grow, we learn to use fire in a myriad of helpful ways, and, inevitably, we pick up our share of accidental burns. Throughout our lives, again, outside of the firewalking experience, we never encounter anything but confirmation upon confirmation of the basic, unalterable fact that fire burns.

Therein lies one answer to the question, Why walk on fire?

Each time a person successfully brings bare flesh into contact with the extreme heat of glowing embers, and does not burn, then he or she demonstrates that we can reverse, suspend, or at least modify this most concrete and unquestionable of natural laws. The fact that fire burns, juxtaposed with the fact of successful firewalking, suggests that human beings can play some role in the formation of physical reality and its governing laws. Furthermore, in opening to that possibility, we must wonder if other natural laws have the same flexibility, and if there exist other unsuspected human resources that we might learn to bring forth.

This explains the draw of the firewalk, its beauty, its lessons, its awesome power: that we as human beings can connect to and play a role in the creative processes of our world. People walk on fire as a way of graphically demonstrating their active participation in the creation of reality. Reality can be shifted, altered, changed, and created anew, and the human spirit can and does play a causative role in such change and re-creation.

This does not just mean that we create change through our deeds and actions, but that we contribute to the continuing creation of reality through the special medium of human consciousness. It means that our thoughts, feelings, words, and deeds matter; that our attitudes, our beliefs, our aspirations, and our dreams matter; that our essential human consciousness matters— makes material; that our inner worlds exert influence in the
manifestation of external reality. A person dancing through hot coals demonstrates: “How I think matters, how I feel matters, my beliefs and desires matter.” The firewalker realizes that the next few steps in her life will unfold according to her own unique way of being in the world. The fire will burn, or not, depending largely upon her own personal responses to her world, and her own personal state of consciousness.

Since the days of Galileo and Newton, we have grown to believe in a universe ordered, structured, and governed by natural laws, the workings of which we can observe, understand, and intelligently manipulate, but which ultimately exist previous to and apart from the human experience. Such a viewpoint draws a firm line between the objective world, which exists external to and independent of human consciousness, and the subjective world, which derives from a person’s thoughts and feelings. It argues that the formation of the objective in no way depends upon the subjective, and that a person’s internal states have no causative effect upon external reality. Indeed, our medical science has only with the greatest reluctance begun to give up its steadfast denial that a person’s thoughts and feelings can have a causative effect upon his or her own body. Most scientists still consider it quite irrational to say that a person’s thoughts and feelings can have any effect whatsoever upon the external world.

This way of looking at the world has enabled us to chart with precision the movement of planets, stars, and galaxies, to know exactly when the sun will rise and set each day, to understand the workings of levers and wheels and pumps and gears. It enables us to drop a steel ball from two miles up and predict to the millisecond when it will touch ground. It enables all of the miracles of modern transportation, communication, and computation.
It enables us to understand the atomic and subatomic structure of matter and to use that understanding to unleash extraordinary energies. All of this and so much more has grown from a worldview which insists upon a firm separation between the internal world of human beings and the external world in which they move, a worldview which makes a great deal of sense, a worldview proven again and again by the very gifts and wonders which it enables. To argue against this point of view—to say that human thoughts and feelings have a creative impact upon the formation of reality—would seem to open a door into chaos and confusion, and to refute the clockwork universe that science offers and so amply demonstrates.

The worldview that I propose does not deny any of the veracity or the validity of science. Rather, it says that science has done a good job of describing the world thus far and we still need to broaden our basic understandings. For instance, at the time of Isaac Newton all of the laws of quantum physics held every bit as true as today. Quantum physics does not deny Newtonian mechanics; it encompasses it and then goes beyond. The successful evolution of the Newtonian worldview eventually enabled the insights and applications of quantum mechanics. Likewise, the successful evolution of quantum mechanics now suggests a new science—one that will successfully blend the subjective and objective universes and that will describe the role human beings can play in the continuing creation of reality.

Physicists first sensed this shift to a new science when, contrary to all of their training, the dividing wall between the objective observer and the externally observed began to break down, along with many of the other basic assumptions of classical physics. Starting with Einstein’s Theory of Relativity in 1905, the tidy clockwork world of Newton and Descartes, with its separately defined objects and its clear cause and effect relationships, slowly unraveled until Einstein himself declared: “It was as if the ground had been pulled out from under one, with no foundation to be seen anywhere, upon which one could have built.” Though many different discoveries and revelations would contribute to this shift toward a quantum worldview, probably none so thoroughly unsettled the scientific world more than the suggestion that total objectivity—the very backbone of scientific investigation and experimentation—was fundamentally impossible.

The quantum worldview so often runs in opposition to common sense that, however well quantum mechanics may accurately describe subatomic reality, it seems to hold little relevance to “normal” reality. For many of us, the natural laws of classical science obviously describe the whole picture in our day-to-day affairs. However, as a wealth of recent literature makes clear, there have always lived people, and at times entire cultures, for whom the quantum worldview has made perfect sense. Mystics and shamans, Taoist priests and Sufi dervishes, yoga masters and Indian healers—for such people the insights and revelations of quantum physics seem neither surprising nor alarming. Indeed, they have been describing the world in similar fashion for thousands of years. And while they may not have developed the technologies of Newtonian science, they have followed more ecologically grounded and environmentally sane ways. Nothing in the quantum worldview must ultimately run counter to common sense, though the senses common to twentyfirst-century Western humanity suffer from such a wide range of imbalances and aberrations that it will require a major leap in understanding to embrace this ancient-new reality.

In their Manual for Co-Creators of the Quantum Leap, futurists Barbara Marx Hubbard and Ken Carey outline some of the steps toward this new worldview. They assert, “Quantum transformations are traditional. Nature proceeds by long periods of incremental change marked by radical discontinuities, such as the leap from non-life to life, or single cells to animals, or animals to humans. Therefore we expect a quantum change to occur
from humans to the next stage. Hubbard and Carey feel that the key to this leap lies in the evolution of the human race to a level of consciousness through which it will actively participate in the continuing creation of reality. They speak of the “co-creative human”—one who has awareness of and alignment with the intention of creation; one who consciously cooperates with the designing intelligence; one who awakens to and makes manifest the next stage of evolution.

This presents a different “evolution” than the one that science has developed for the past hundred years. To the scientist, evolution occurs as a logical unfolding of circumstances set into motion billions of years ago. There happened, according to evolutionary theory, a “big bang” out of which all of the matter and energy of the universe came into being. From that moment forward, things have evolved, one thing leading naturally and linearly
to the next, various chemicals interacting with various other chemicals. Some water here, a few lightning flashes there, and stars evolved, planets evolved, our unique planet Earth evolved, our special earthen atmosphere evolved, non-life evolved into life, life evolved with Darwinian logic, apes into Homo sapiens, and so on. This scenario requires no actual creative intelligence, except perhaps at the time of the big bang. After that, He, She, or
It sat back and rested, apparently content to just watch the show. The death, or at least retirement, of God seems critical to this way of thinking, for the allowance of a continuing creative intelligence, an intelligence still actively participating in the creation of reality, might deny or confound the scientist’s desire to perceive and understand an orderly universe.

The evolutionary perspective that Hubbard and Carey describe assumes a continuing creative process—a divine presence, the will and hand of God—which has organized and directed the unfolding of our world and all worlds from the very beginning of space and time. There probably was a big bang (“And the Lord said, ‘Let there be light!’”), followed by the slow and gradual movement, or evolution, of the Divine into more and more complex forms with greater and greater capacities for self-consciousness. This evolutionary perspective assumes divine intention: to become a world as gloriously complex as Earth, and to become a race of creatures capable of consciously knowing—of knowing that they know—that they embody the Divine, with the destiny to become active participants in the continuing creation of reality.
“Our awareness that God or the designing intelligence of the universe is expressing as us is the ‘open sesame’ of the next stage of evolution. We must not shy away from this profound leap simply because our past experience seems to counsel against it. True, the mass of humanity has thus far demonstrated neither the power, nor morality, nor even the inclination of gods embodied. Evolution means change; we can change. Let’s not be caterpillars arguing against the possibility of flight.

We know that a child, while unable to perform or even imagine the procreative acts of an adult, certainly carries those acts in potential. Given time and proper nourishment, the child will grow, and one day, magically, astonishingly, the child will change. It will have reached its new stage of growth, and a whole new set of rules and possibilities will apply.

Humanity has been such a growing child and now, with all of the fear and excitement of emerging sexuality to a budding adolescent, the world changes within us and around us and calls us to actively play in the greatest sex of all, the creation of reality. As George Leonard writes, “But this new species will evolve…. What was once impalpable now summons us to dismantle the walls between ourselves and our sisters and brothers, to dissolve the distinctions between flesh and spirit, to transcend the present limits of time and matter, to find, at last, not wealth or power but the ecstasy (so long forgotten) of commonplace, unconditional being. For the atom’s soul is nothing but energy. Spirit blazes in the dullest clay. The life of every woman or man—the heart of it—is pure and holy joy.

There have always been those individuals, rare for the most part, who have understood this evolving life of “pure and holy joy” and have been able to practically demonstrate their active participation in the continuing creation of reality. Humanity has recognized these individuals, proclaiming them as Christ and Buddha, or as masters and saints. Hubbard has referred to such people as “evolutionary mutants,” those who demonstrate the next stage of human evolution through such practices as healing, telepathy, manifestation, prophesy, etc. They have lived their lives as beacons, as fingers pointing toward the future, often echoing the words of Jesus: All that I do, you shall do, and more. They have left a wealth of guidance for the evolving human, maps for the evolutionary journey, teachings which may have eluded us in the past (like teaching sex education to a three-year old) but which begin to make sense during this age of transformation.

I like to think of the firewalk as yet another old evolutionary mutant. The practice of firewalking has existed for thousands of years in dozens of different cultures as a powerful teaching for the evolving human. It has served as a graphic demonstration of what people can do, and as a clear and usually unforgettable model of humans interacting with their world in a more evolved manner. Many have found that the simple act of viewing a firewalk, or even a video of a firewalk, has greatly expanded their vision of human potential. The firewalk has further served as a practical course of instruction for those who would consciously pursue and support their unfolding growth. Each journey across the fire offers an immediate lesson in the essential connection of mind, body, and environment. We mostly perceive a firm and solid wall separating our ordinary, pre-evolutionary world from the extraordinary world of evolving humanity. The life of each evolutionary mutant has served to soften this wall, causing breakthroughs, opening windows, and making cracks that the rest of us might peek through, catching glimpses and fleeting visions of our future possibilities.
The firewalk has been a dancing through these cracks, an actual experience of stepping over the border between the two worlds and, if only for brief seconds, breathing in the special vibratory quality of a long promised land.

I believe that the firewalk has arrived here, in the heart of scientific culture, and now, at the onset of a monumental evolutionary leap, because it can ultimately serve as a bridge between the two worlds, greatly reducing the stress and danger of the leap. Firewalkers agree with the findings and conclusions of the Newtonian worldview: that we live in an orderly universe, and that natural laws govern the ways of our world. In addition, firewalkers suggest that a creative process intends the orderliness and informs the laws of nature—a continuing creative process underlies and ultimately causes all of manifest reality. We, as conscious human beings, play a vital role in that process. God is alive and well, humans have just begun to fully realize this, and walking on fire serves as a preview of coming attractions. A major message of the firewalk and theme of this book is that a continuing creative process—which I will refer to as the “co-creative process”—determines the way the world manifests, the very fabric of reality and the laws that govern it. Each of us, to the extent that we consciously embrace our potential, has an integral place in that process. This means that reality arises as more than just the mechanical and linear unfolding of prior natural laws. The combined input of all of the conscious life on this planet continuously creates the world anew.

The difference between the person who walks across a bed of coals without the slightest sensation of heat or pain, and the person who takes one step and experiences searing heat and serious pain, has little to do with the texture of the skin, the speed of the walking, the heat of the coals, the amount of moisture on the feet, or any other external consideration. Though such considerations contribute to the final outcome, ultimate success and failure during a firewalk stems from the individual walker’s internal process, or present-time state of consciousness—the sum total of his or her thoughts, feelings, attitudes, beliefs, and expectations. Walking on fire shows that our internal world continuously influences our external world, that our thoughts and feelings have creative power, that we play a key role in the co-creation of reality, and that we share in responsibility for the unfolding, evolutionary process of life on Earth.

Of course, we do not have to walk on fire in order to experience our role in the co-creative process. We must, however, consciously step into that possibility—the possibility that each of us shares in the creation of this world. Such a step may well feel frightening, as we venture into an unknown realm with immense responsibilities. Still, if we want to move forward in life, we must take the step. It can so easily lead to dancing.

Dancing with the Fire

*******

My second firewalk came two nights later at the same location.

I collected the release forms that night as people entered the room, and felt myself tense slightly as a pretty young woman named Kathy3 arrived, moving slowly on a pair of crutches. I would only find out later that Kathy was a social worker for handicapped rights, that she worked in her spare time on a suicide hot-line, and that she had a bumper sticker shouting “Expect A Miracle,” but I could tell the moment I saw her that she was a determined and self-sufficient woman who was working hard to overcome the limitations in her life.

As I watched her throughout the evening, it became apparent to me that Kathy had come to firewalking. So I worried when, just before going out to the fire, her husband asked if people with cerebral palsy should firewalk and Tolly recommended against it. I sensed that Kathy did not take kindly to, nor listen to, people telling her what she could not do.

For myself, this second firewalk was much the same as the first, though slightly colored with the memory of pain. I felt the same tension throughout my body and the body of the group. The fire seemed just as hot, and the path Tolly raked out looked a tad longer. My mind was every bit as incredulous when the firewalking began, and I experienced the same sense of shifting to a magical, otherworldly reality. I did manage, however, to walk before most everyone else, and thus felt double elation as I reached the other side, unburned. At some point Kathy started moving toward the fire, walking on her crutches really, her legs and feet stiffly dragging behind.

The electrical tension in the circle increased tenfold. Ever so slowly she moved, shuffling into and through the fire, so slowly that at times she seemed stationary, up to her ankles in glowing embers. Each step was a major victory, first carrying her into the heart of the fire, and then slowly carrying her out toward safety. Just at the end of the path she stopped, suddenly, and in the next moment she started screaming. We carried her  immediately from the fire and into the house, and later to a hospital, both feet severely burned, the skin already blistering and peeling. Somehow the firewalk continued, as one crazy person stepped forward in the midst of the terror and started the flow of walkers again. The mood afterwards was subdued, however, as we had little energy for celebration given what we had witnessed. I remember feeling torn. On the one hand, I felt finished with firewalking, and wanted never to take part in such a tragedy again. At the same time, I kept trying to believe that things do happen for good reason and that Kathy’s experience might become an important contribution to my understanding of firewalking.

Kathy would later say that she had been doing fine, feeling neither pain nor the slightest heat, all of the way to that final step. Then she looked down, and the image of her feet buried in burning embers overwhelmed her, causing her to think she was doing the impossible and to hear her lifelong admonishments: “You can’t. You’re unable to. You mustn’t.” At this point she began to burn. She asked that we not feel sorry for her or responsible for her actions, and she demonstrated her personal power by healing in a fraction of the time that her doctors had predicted. She felt truly grateful for the whole experience and stressed that she had in fact walked on fire successfully for all but one step.

12 • Dancing With the Fire

A newspaper reporter present that night had timed the walkers with a stopwatch. He said the average walker took between a second and a half to two seconds to get across the coals and that Kathy had been on them for a full seven seconds before she screamed. So she had indeed firewalked the equivalent of some fifty feet (at that time, a Guinness world record) without burning, and without even lifting her feet out of the fire. Through her extraordinary courage, Kathy had demonstrated what I would come to see as the two primary lessons of firewalking : yes, we can walk through extreme heat without burning; and yes, the fire is hot, we can get burned, and whether we burn or not depends more on our state of mind than on how we firewalk.

I would experience many other “firsts” during the remainder of my training. One night I had my first “cold” walk: I walked through the coals and not only did I not feel any heat, I actually felt cold—an incredible sensation—as if I were walking through snow. The next night I had my first real burn, a screeching pain that sent me to bed with my foot wrapped in a cold, wet towel, seriously debating the value of continued firewalking. I also parachuted out of my first airplane, sat through my first sweat lodge (another ancient ritual), and rappelled down my first rock face, as Tolly and Peggy found different ways to lead us through the lessons of the firewalk. Most importantly to me, one night I chose to walk first—to offer the final words to the group, to prepare the coals, and then to initiate and model the experience by going first. That night went so well I felt confident that I could create firewalks on my own. I felt ready, and excited, to go home and get started.

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It began raining early in the morning of Memorial Day that year, and the rain kept up through most of the day. My wife Penny and I were living with two friends in a suburban neighborhood in Concord, just west of Boston. We planned to have the firewalk on our front lawn. We called the local fire department and told them we were having a holiday cookout with an Hawaiian luau-style wood fire. I began to see the rain as a plus, as it would keep our neighbors indoors. I went to the supermarket and bought a case of charcoal lighter, if necessary to keep the fire going.

For the rest of the day we all just sat around the house, shut in by the rain, and quietly freaked out. Someone would stare into a book for ten minutes without registering a word. Or someone would put water on to boil and then stand empty-headed before the tea cabinet trying to remember why. We paced a lot, moving from one room to another with no discernable purpose. We managed some courageous gallows humor, which sometimes worked a giggling release and other times only served to deepen the gloom.

Our good friend Jonathon just happened to show up that afternoon, in town for the holiday. Jonathon is an engineer and the most logical, rational, linear, left-brain I have ever known. When I told him our plans for the evening, he at first became excited, for he only heard the part about my demonstrating the walk. As I slowly made it clear to him that everyone might walk on fire, his eyes bugged out and he started looking for the exit. I asked if he would like to serve as firetender, staying outside and keeping the fire going for us while we were inside preparing to walk. He gladly said yes, happy that he could take part and witness the walk without feeling compelled to do something so utterly outrageous. Evening finally arrived, as did my friends. Once again I found myself sitting in a roomful of people waiting to have root canals without anesthesia. However, this time there was no one present (myself included) who really knew that it would all work out. Fear feeds on fear. If you look to your old friend for reassurance and instead see fear in his eyes, you will tend to feel frightened, which he will spot in your eyes, further frightening him, which further frightens you, which further frightens him . . . and so it went.

14 • Dancing With the Fire

By this time I had come to understand two basic facts about people that almost always hold true at the start of a firewalk. First, we feel disinclined to intentionally move in the direction of pain, unless we have clear social approval, as, for instance, in the case of athletes or dancers. While we might understand and even applaud the marathon runner’s contorted features and occasional shin splints, we consider it quite stupid to intentionally step on a fire and then suffer injury. Second, we have a deep, cellular, instinctive  relationship to fire and its burning nature: virtually every life-form on this planet knows better than to move in the direction of fire, so again, anyone foolish enough to even consider such a practice probably deserves any resulting pain.

Yet my friends and I had our reasons, strong enough to carry us forward in the presence of our doubts and fears, for there we were. Despite a clumsy and halting presentation on my part, the evening progressed and our moment with the fire approached. I told them to take a little break while I went outside to see how the fire had managed in the rain. I found Jonathon keeping his lonely vigil, umbrella overhead, and I took a rake and poked clinically through the fire, attempting to determine whether we had enough coals to do the walk. I felt suddenly blasted with the heat (the fire had done quite well in the rain), with the fire’s electric, glowing, orange burst of energy, and my stomach seized up with the undeniable danger of our enterprise. I took a deep breath, put on a happy face, and went slowly back inside, attempting to emanate all-knowing reassurance. My friends later said that I was white with terror.

We proceeded out to the fire. The rain had lightened to a soft and cooling presence, and a wonderful blessing and balance for our undertaking. We formed a circle, holding hands, except for Jonathon, who stood dry and sensible beneath his umbrella. The singing began. I took the rake and began spreading the coals: all this earth is sacred, every step we take, all this life is sacred, every step we take. As the fiery carpet first spread out before them, I heard a tangible group gasp. Nothing I had said could have prepared them for the intensity of the heat, for the explosion of sparks and smoke, for the solid red-orange sheet of pulsing embers. Minds boggled, bodies trembled, and our singing grew louder, viscerally driven.

I stood before the hot coals, thinking: “Either it works, or it doesn’t, here goes….” I firewalked across, no problem! I was then stunned to see one friend following immediately after, and then another, and another. Whereas the walks during my training had all progressed slowly, half of our group had walked in the first thirty seconds. Whether they had an extreme desire to walk on fire, or an extreme desire to be finished with walking on fire, they were all smiling, and in the space of a minute we had shifted from unthinking terror to exhilarating joy.

I looked over to Penny, who had not yet walked and who was visibly shaking. I had had a dream just before returning home in which Penny had stepped forward and burst into flames. I was hoping that wouldn’t happen. For her part, she had always steadfastly maintained that firewalking was not her sort of thing at all, and that if her husband hadn’t had the temerity to land one in her own front yard she might have forever remained among the blissfully uninitiated. But there it was, and walk she did, smiling brightly all the way into my waiting arms.

We had by then reached the magical shift that most firewalks achieve: the fire had become friendly and inviting, the singing inspired, and the group intensely bonded, with a strong sense that anything was possible. As if to affirm it all and top it with a final encore, Jonathon stepped up to the fire, umbrella still raised overhead, and strolled across the coals with wonderful aplomb, the perfect ending to an unforgettable dance. We were well on our way to an adventure that, years later, continues to provide a wealth of such moments.

Firewalk Gratitude Nov. 24th, 2009

"FIREWALK EXPERIENCE” TRAINING-MEDITATION-SHIFTING PERCEPTION

We are extremely powerful divine energy beings who are co-creators.The primary thing we create is our reality and we do that by the thoughts we choose, the words we use to solidify those thoughts and the emotions we select to amplify it all. If we choose to commit ourselves to a path of higher awareness, it only takes a small shift in what we believe to start the journey. A willingness to shift beliefis also anecessary stepping stoneon the pathway to higher awareness, which coincidentally is inherent to fire walking.Suddenly the question becomes what other beliefs have Iaccepted as truth without an adequate test or adequate prospective.

· Freeing yourself from any fear and developing with your concentration

· Being impeccable with any circumstance.

· Loving yourself andmother earth.

· Realize that the only thing that stops us to reach our full potential is fears

Juan Carlos Quesada, Bi-lingual Personal Coach, Master Mentor and Inspirational Speaker: Teaching the wisdom of the ages through the principles of Universal Laws. My mission is to motivate and inspire others to become purposeful and disciplined masters of ourselves, and dedicated to discovering our wealth within. Through education and training, building mental, spiritual and social awareness, creating higher expectations of themselves and what we co-create. Traveled the world five years as Mastery Mentor with Mr. Anthony Robbins and now in association with Bob Proctor from “The Secret

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Date:  Tuesday 24 November

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