The Calling

Spirit:

Come, come and meet me there, there where is neither. Where reality and unreality merge, where the lines are blurred and crossed, fixed in a point of being unfixed. A gatweway and hole in space/time.

Come, come meet me there, be there until fear prickles your skin, sweat trickles down your back, unable to turn back, let fear give way to Beauty.

Come, I will meet you there.

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In A Younger World.

 Yuletide In A Younger World By Thomas Hardy

We believed in highdays then,
And could glimpse at night
On Christmas Eve
Imminent oncomings of radiant revel—
Doings of delight:—
Now we have no such sight.

We had eyes for phantoms then,
And at bridge or stile
On Christmas Eve
Clear beheld those countless ones who had crossed it
Cross again in file:—
Such has ceased longwhile!

We liked divination then,
And, as they homeward wound
On Christmas Eve,
We could read men’s dreams within them spinning
Even as wheels spin round:—
Now we are blinker-bound.

We heard still small voices then,
And, in the dim serene
Of Christmas Eve,
Caught the far-time tones of fire-filled prophets
Long on earth unseen. . . .
—Can such ever have been?

My Lady

Spirit: Now you must learn to look for me in a different way my dear.
Your heart lead you to me before and you became aware of me all around you. Now you must learn to seek me in the smaller crooks and crannies. You must look for me in the in-between places. Find me in the liminal spaces.

Fear not my dear, I am ever near.

I hear your objections before you speak them. It will take time my lovely. Just trust in me. Love me. Dance with me as I danced with you.
Listen to me. Hear me. Touch me. Smell me. Experience me. Learn to see beyond that which you see with your eyes. Be open to me. Let your heart ignight as we burn, yearn for each other, as I know you do my dear, as I for you.

Witch: My Lady. My heart yearns for you. How can I find you here where man’s hand has changed and shaped the land so?

Spirit: Don’t be disheartened my dear, persevere. Remember. I am ever near. 

And Breathe…

It’s the weekend, thankfully! 

It’s interesting, although my mind/body cries in outrage this morning, how the feeding on stress and speed, desire and ego, the actions/reactions that are born out of this “stream” are so destructive. And yet here we are, all madly consuming. 

Be it data, information, going to the supermarket, so on and so on. 
However when one empties out, finding that “place” in the heart and once re-connected with, all love and beauty flows from there. 

I notice this as I write this morning. Instead of spending last night chilling out after a hectic week at work, in quiet contemplation, prayer and just *being*, re-finding my “core” again before taking up the weekend, I went headlong and continued feeding, consuming and perpetuating that current of stress.

It’s amazing when you really start to pay attention to your thoughts, body, actions, reactions and what “place” they come from and the relationship, correlation or choreography of that within the outer environment, how clearly we can begin to see what’s really going on. And just by doing really simple things like this.

Stop. Empty out. Breathe.

Try it sometime. You might be surprised at what you find!