Merging Between Worlds

Its here. My spirit has found its home. I have one foot on either side of the door. I don’t know for how long, or when it will change, or if I can do this again tomorrow –

But I do know that its here. All of the little hints, the glimpses, the peek show’s into the possibilities of what is around the corner have lead to this moment.

I have waited so long for this. When the inner world gains the upper hand over the outer. When I can feel and trust the inner as more important and more vivid and real than the illusion of the outer. I have known it, I have read about it, I have talked about it – but I have never felt it like this.

Today, as I was walking down the street looking at the concrete, the cigarette butts, the lined faces of the people, it disappeared and I felt the warm glow from within, and my vision changed. Keeping my eyes low, I could feel, on a cellular level, the joy emanating from me and all around me. The animating force of the universe literally jumping for joy in creation.

Everything is permeated with this ‘stuff’ called chi, or energy, or prana. Its movement is known to many. I’ve seen it at times, I’ve felt it at times, but nothing like today.

In a blink of an eye I was moving between two worlds. The concrete as drab, the concrete as bliss. It was just the outer coating, like the autumn jackets on the people. Nothing more. The sad faces, the defeated bodies, its just a coating for the most miraculous creation.

So, I picked up my son from school and I made lunch, and I took him back to school again, and I did my afternoon meditation and

Wham! The spirit of my body crept in and took full possession. I’ve never felt it before. Every cell glowing. The power, the glow, the life. And gratitude! The thanks for letting us use the flesh, for seeing with the eyes, for eating, for looking and learning, the gratitude is immense.

And back again. With the constant weight within my chest – the reminder of the pulse of the universe within each of us. Look with the eyes of love. It reminds me that one of the first gifts that Tara gave me last year was pink open roses for the eyes. Look with the eyes of love.

Kiss and an Egg

Today’s meditation is still sitting where I thought my heart was.

I felt a chaste and loving kiss upon my mouth.

I felt an egg shape placed inside the heart – its heavy and solid.

Its presence is a reminder, like the sun, like the moon – that the eternal IS present at every moment. The eternal witness. The observer. I saw Sparrow’s wings and the pyramid burst into a flame of light from the apex.

The evolution of human kind. The evolution of our consciousness.

Each one of us already is made manifest, but we can’t see it. Don’t let your eyes fool you into thinking what they see is real. Its not. Its just thought forms trapped in circles. Let them go. Give them no energy to spin.

Come back in, to the primal egg within – the beginning and the end – you have it all within.

The miracle of life.

Inside the Cafeteria at Montserrat

While eating out lunch, I sat transfixed.

Light in all its aspects have had the upper hand over the dark.

Electric lights over the natural sinking of night time.

Morality of ‘shoulds’ over the reality of ‘is’.

Ration over passion.

Intellect over emotion.

System over flow.

Man over woman.

Speed of flight over speed of walk.

White skin over dark skin.

School system over family group.

Image over substance.

Quantity over quality.

Individual over community.

Material gain over spiritual glow.

The worship of the sun over the fear of the crazy moon times.

Man mad constructs over nature’s abundance.

But something has changed. What was once hidden, is coming to pass in all of us. The darkness is coming to meet the light.

The snake’s tail is joining to the wings of the great ancient gods –

Plumbed water serpents

Dragons and other flying serpents

Serpents and winged gods

The serpent of life and wisdom

The very thing the Dragon is protecting – the ‘pearl’ of myth, the sacred treasure that Man has tried to steal before he has passed all of his inner tests – is the divinity of human kind. Once the light hits the darkness, the pearl – the seat of love, glowing within each one of us, is activated. We hold the very pearl/treasure we have been seeking in the outer world.

Its not out, as all traditions speak – it is within.

Light from the top, Darkness from below – and when both Are – then so are We.

While I’d just eaten some salad, chips and was staring into the wall opposite me – this information was seeping into my mind’s eyes, into my body tissue, as ‘it is’.

I’ve heard it before in different language, in different visions.

And meditation on this – on the chakras, on the light and darkness in equal measure – and STILL, we are One…. Then, then we are on our way of the next part of our journey.

To fly. To crawl. To feel no shame for the dark caves we have been into. To feel no boastfulness for the beauty of our wings. But to see it as a whole, as holy, to be All, instead of a part.

Love, acceptance, forgiveness in every cell of the body. Close your eyes if they take you from the path. Become deaf if what you hear tempts you to forget. Become lame if walking takes you away from your true Self.

Love –

Amen

Approaching the Virgin of Montserrat

The closer we came to the image of the Black Madonna, the more beautiful and delicate the artwork. The last of the stairways had mosaics of holy women in different garbs.

After being surrounded by these beautiful women, the eye was taken by the head of John the Baptist held aloft by a strong woman.

Just before we see the sacred image, there are, flying above us, sky larks, swallows and yes, what appeared to be sparrows designed in mosaics.

More Mosaics and Montserrat photos and More

Behind the Virgin of Montserrat

Behind the image of the black virgin is a small chapel. In the above picture, you can see the gold. The gold is the back side of the virgin. The room is circular. It also holds 8 archangels with varying mudra. And, what I saw as the 8 spoked wheel of Buddhism.

Directly behind the Virgin, there is a striking sculpture. The photo below.

It is St George slaying the dragon. Lightness destroying darkness. One above the other.

How they fear her! How they fear the great serpent. How they want to remind us of the light's victory over darkness.

And yet, there she is, the white turned black. They say the lead in her paint changed her darker through the years. But what ever they say, the fact remains, naturally, she became black. And hundreds if not thousands of people line up to touch her, kiss her, bow to her, pray to her, give her worship, to take luck, to ask forgiveness, to be healed, to be loved, to be blessed.

This is the sacred image of the Virgin of Montserrat. It is not the original. The original is in a cave not far from the Abbey. She holds, by the way, a globe in one hand and a pine cone in the other. One of Enki's symbol is also the pine cone.