Wasn't sure what image to choose for this one but finally settled on this fragment from a long ago Business & Communication altar in a place I no longer live. I chose it because the topic of this post first made itself known in my bubbling consciousness during that linear time frame. Gazing at the image it's not that hard to send myself back to Then during this same time of year in 2002. I'd been distributing homemade flower essence preparations for just a few years. Hardly a week went by when I didn't spend meditation time actively seeking a sense of connection to others who were pro-active and committed in our patterns of inter-species communication. People absolutely called - beyond a shade of doubt - CALLED to prepare and distribute flower essences. Not (ever) as a business. But just because. What else would one do if so called?
In the larger human world of daily context I was still learning what it meant to live in xurbia rather than a thriving metropolis. I cultivated social ties with other Gaia lovers (and more specialized plant geeks) in a local radius that, over time, proved nothing short of transformational. I also treasured a circle of more far-flung friends with similar interests. What gave me a sense of being set apart from those connections was a lack of knowing anyone else who was making their own essences. That specific form of circumstantial loneliness guided me to seek psychic contact with whoever these unknown people might be. I formed the habit of moon gazing while asking if anyone else was Out There doing and thinking and learning the same kinds of things.
Sometimes I would have the sense I'd managed to connect somehow and in response the connection was reinforced with that single word. It didn't take long to begin wondering about matters that no longer seem strange to me - not even when I hear myself saying them aloud to somebody else. I wondered if these affirmations were an actual reception and transmission process in the classic psychic sense OR if they might spring from the collected energy within whatever groves we claimed as part of our particular sacred space(s) - whatever rocks we might have collected and carefully configured - whatever dreams we might share, person-to-person, without even properly remembering a single one of them. Surely our most potently sacred and personally true self releases particles of itself in such ways. Within those places where we danced unself-consciously and at times without clothes. Within the places where we saw - just for a split second of linear time - another sort of Being caught offguard by our presence. Moving swiftly through something seamless and fluid that separates their time in shared spaces from ours.
yes. yes. yes.
One long summer evening back then I sprawled on my bed staring lovingly into the wide flung bough of a silver maple that became deeply meaningful to the point of feeling like a member of the family during the 14 years we lived there. I was looking at the tree and then all of a sudden I was looking at a kind of holographic map of the country, seen only in shadow form but yet quite clearly that's what I saw. I don't mean in the hallucinatory sense, I just mean my inner visual screen superimposed itself in a way that was far more compelling. Because I was seeing beautiful leaf green, electric blue and buttery yellow lights twinkling and gleaming here and there all over the country. I saw rose and turquoise and a deep jade-like green so exquisite that I wept in gratitude the first time I realized I might be able to replicate it with just the right mixing of watercolor pigments.
we are here.
It was such a perfect summer evening that magical abilities such as these seemed as natural and ongoing as the presence of whatever favorite cooling beverage you sip as you gaze long and deep into the sky. I had no trouble believing there was cumulative value in what we do at the earth loving and healing level that moves far beyond whatever our specific reasons are for following our inner and outer guidance systems. I understood this sort of thing was moving and transforming just as it always has on this continent. Throughout the planet, come to that: the universal power of Word transferred to other forms of universally understood language. Fragrant smoke from a sacred fire wafting beyond time and space. The earth's heartbeat mirrored in a drum's steady rhythm. When-and where-ever we set our messages of love and commitment to each other in place through the way we dance along with the flickering elements of sacred flames or add pop and sizzle to a heart drumbeat's foundation with rattles of all kinds and spontaneous wild-timbred vocalizations.
we are here. we are doing what we've learned it's important to do.
[This post serves as a prologue to something long and more layered concerning how and when I received confirmation of another person having an empowered and empowering moment quite similar to my own vis a vis a sudden beauteous awareness of other human souls projecting themselves as colored lights - here, there and everywhere.]