Basking in the after-glow of a youth fueled Sukkot Ceremony full of soul & song… I glide…on the winds of change blowing hot & cold currents, as the season shifts - Smoothing the air - not like the desultorily drift of a withered leaf in the fall, but as a hawk, eyes penetrating into the essence of all….filled with strength & elemental power - yet safely resting in a mother’s arms – ensconced & tender. All is open, there is no fixed schema, no anxiety or fear, no bullets- no points on the agenda…The sky is vast – ready to receive - whatever my long-sighted wings want to inscribe on it… As the wind releases, I glide down, toward wild trees encircled by streams & jutting glacial rock sprouting bright orange lichen & limey moss – Sun-drenched & shining…Gently, soundlessly…I reach the rich earth – strewn with the scent of living humus. Finding the power of my limbs, I walk - a well-trodden path - heading in an unfamiliar direction. I revel in the shock of color dressing the trees…& the silence - broken only by the play of the elements: the message of birds, the water rambling, the busy animals. Ahead the path opens into a clearing, ringed with ancient sentinel trees, that make a shady grove. I recognize this Place. I remove my shoes to let my feet become one with the hallowed ground - Intoning a blessing of thanks & praise - I cross the Threshold between 2 mighty oaks. Standing in the center of a cairn littered labyrinth, I see the bright figure of a woman. The quintessence of her visage becomes clear when she speaks my secret name, which I have not yet learned to pronounce. She is bidding me to come forward – to enter the spiraling labyrinth. I take the 1st step - & the path pulls me forward. I cannot tell of this journey, for it is my own…You have yours too…& it never ends…But when we reach the center - Anthroposophia – The She in me & we - leans forward to welcome our embrace. She whispers a truth that reverberates thru the embryo of the ear so that all may hear - a well-reasoned wisdom speaking - something we already know, but have perhaps forgotten. It may be like the core of common sense; or perhaps it strikes the funny-bone like the humor of nonsense; or maybe it opens the heart to wonder. It may be a simple truth, or a complex mystical teaching, which will require further deepening, or that which leads to a hero’s task. However it is heard, receive it as a benediction. Let the bright woman braid a chain of orange & yellow chrysanthemums into your hair – touch your fingers to your crown, knowing your mind has been forever changed, released, opened to all the possibilities that will transform your thoughts into things… Spin with joy, noticing all at once, that the bright woman has vanished - & now, standing before us, is a dark figure, looking strangely familiar. Can you make out her face there in the shadow? She is carrying a bundle over her shoulder. She lays her burden down at our feet. The dark woman speaks with a voice that resonates to the bone…She calls us each with a special tone only we can hear. Will you answer & come forward? If you choose to, don’t close your eyes when the embrace pulls you in… The Dark She gently whispers a truth into your left ear. It is a truth that you know is right. The truth touches your heart & frees your soul. You remember the bird, soaring thru clear skies, repeating a song of joy & longing. When you return to the depths, the dark woman has vanished…& the bundle she was carrying is left there at your feet. But it has transformed, shifted, into a large pyramid – a stack of rich honey-colored amber. Pick up a piece & warm it in your hands… The Sun calls you to lift the amber up…bring it up…into the light…Let the sunshine merge with this solid symbol of your vitality…Breathe in the pranic life-force emanating from your true purpose made manifest… Put this treasure in your breast pocket, as you leave the Sacred Place…forever knowing that hallowed space goes where your intention flows…Knowing, that union is possible between the many parts of our being… Walking on in faithful confidence…Balanced in the light & dark of our most authentic self…We walk the path from the wilderness…curving & mounding onto a city street. And as we stand in a circle there on the curb, in the oblique angle of the Autumning Sun, feel how minds & bodies are changing - like the leaves. What color are you now? Xox ~hag
18 October 2024 - “Speaking with the Stars”
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