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“What I tell you in
darkness, that speak ye in light: and what ye hear in the ear, that preach ye
upon the housetops.” Mat 10:27
“If thou love to hear,
thou shalt receive understanding: And if thou bow thine ear, thou shalt be
wise.” ~Sirach 6:33
Universe is a garden of
secret wonders. If you look, at any minute
she will part her skirt, pull you into her rich soil and whisper secrets to
help you find your way home.
At every turn there stand sentries, guardians of the gates
and banshee’s to flood you into the tangled and odiferous bowels of despair and
torment; lest you lose sight of the higher and noble calling, the skeleton key
that will allow passage.
This is the majestic textures of our world, often in plain
sight the grand design arouses the inner visionary in us who knows the way~ if
that voice can rise above the din, the decadent and the superfluous sheath that
is every bit as real as every layer beneath and below, above and beyond this
dimension. To negate one is to negate
all, to negate the very self that yearns to be found, rescued but above all,
heard and loved. Love is a complicated
thing and at the same time, like the universe she created, she is a marvel so
simple one has only to sit inside her listening and ever present watchful
embrace and let her carry you into bliss.
But here…here is where you may find yourself sleeping….and
once again wake on some precipitous and
craggy cliff, with only the crisp air as company, while the mind gallops off in
search of itself, and the heart of all that matters waits for its consort to
catch up and surrender to her embrace once again.
I am a girl born on the
seventh day of the seventh month, one of seven children and whose name begins
with the seventh letter in the English alphabet. My world has never been one as simple as it
appeared to be to others. In youth, I
wondered why I must leave the richness of my forested mind, for the more superficial
world everyone else wanted to play with.
All of it thrust upon you like a strange car wreck, or an obvious game I
had to wake up in, but what would it take?
What special code or learning must I figure out to unlock the treasure
map, and have everyone take off their masks, and congratulate me for unraveling
the grand play too?
I tell you this in complete honesty.
For the longest time, I peered into eyes, wondered what part
of me was not good enough, to be taken in to the grand illusion that everyone
was playing. Why did they act as if no
one else knew the secret world that was hidden in the veins of the leaves that
danced around us, mesmerizing with brocades of changing colours like swimming
chameleons inhabiting the world?
When would everyone else talk about the ‘big people’ who are
all lit up but whose appearance only silhouetted the back drop of the canvas my
mind fell into? Didn’t everyone
entertain them and wasn’t it one of the most fulfilling camaraderie’s to
experience those who stood tall as trees pour their genuine love in mutual
praise as if every choir song wrote itself from this cause?
I thought surely that since I had such a tendency for
mischief and finding my way into odd adventures that something then must be
wrong with me. Other people somehow
weren’t thinking like me, but maybe I was just bad. I was so bad, that no-one was allowed to
share this secret that existed in every page I turned and followed on my
adventurous sojourn through life.
Who would discuss the fairy fields I found as surely others
did too? Who else knew about the circle
around the trees in the woods that shifted and sprinkled star dust? Who else entertained the large beings of
light that would appear after praying opening the vaults of heaven? The smiles on their faces and the glint in
their eyes infusing me with love and contentment, letting me know that they
enjoyed watching me entertain them singing and dancing?
Surely once I got one more A, one more gold star, finished
first in one more contest, then….then the game would open its doors and the
cast members would reveal their true identity.
The sad thing is that one risks losing their freedoms just
for mentioning the world that is real and more alive and vibrant then the march
of superfluous reality that seems to have seduced the masses into plastic
images and celluloid dreams, of contorting the deep forest into packages of
exactness whose only hope is to replicate the new and improved image being craftily
lighted and cascaded around their thirsty souls.
What a webbing; all sticky and sweetly perfumed again with
some replication of the natural bounty that would adorn the temple of our
beings with layers of truth; the kind that marches down the halls and lights up
the senses with the purpose of being alive.
Why be here at all if the care isn’t taken to wonder? To take the train on the dark night and wake
in the valley of the gods who have been coaxing and guiding us all along?
This is my world; it is as it has always been an adventure
of strange beliefs and hidden knowledge.
I feel like Moses in the desert, parting the red sea of life; opening
the book one living word, one page at a time and learning the meaning I somehow
already know.
There is magic afoot, it
is under every stone and shimmering on the waters….it is dancing on our
rooftops and howling in the wind. It
creaks down the halls and breaks down silence until it spills loudly into the
room and stands between the moments of disbelief like a lighthouse forming from
the mist and gloom.
I am yanked back into the strange reality like a naughty
schoolgirl, made to play the game with scolding eyes and sometimes worse; while
the mystery drips from my veins and disappears into the cracks, waiting for me
to rescue the life I was born to live and reveal.
This is my attempt to take you in and reveal what sorcerers
have been burned alive for sharing, madmen have caught shards of along the way,
and stories that hold power have hidden in their pages, if one learns how to
listen ~ and has the eyes to see.
nce there was, and once there was not, a
girl who walked with giants.
I am this girl, and I will start with a walk in the woods.
They stand all around us, sometime alone and more powerfully
together; our guardians who symbiotically breathe into us the life we exhale and
are rivers of wisdom. We need them, they
need us. Excitedly I crept into the canopy
of autumnal glory; fiery reds and umbers crisply painting the baby blue skies
and the lemon sun drizzling down in shafts of warm surrender. My heart beating in a rhythm with my breath,
dotting the air with invisible ink, as the forest shifted and turned opening
secret panels, her voice grew louder.
Each cracking branch underfoot a lever to the magic code of
the great Cathedral.
After a weekend of teaching about aromatherapy and
Total-Sensory-Healing, it was time to pay homage and give my thanks and praise
to the author.
They didn’t disappoint me.
Thoughts of the class tumbled through my mind, my notes, the comments
from the students and the look of realization when their eyes lit up with
discovery; I thought about the temple.
We discussed how the light of the sun, pours itself into our
world and the garden of nature drinks it up with praise. How every morning, we can see so much of
nature line up ready for the sun to peak over the horizon and paint a new day. Shrieking in rays of tangerine and citron, or
gentling into the cottony tufts, the pink and yellow rose peels herself open
and cranes her stem and bouquet to follow the sun, the aubergine meadows turn
and stare, the periwinkle lilacs dance with the wind and arrange themselves all
day, into the countenance of the sun.
Never questioning whether it would be better to be some other rose by
any name, or a poppy that may sleep us wide awake. While Beethoven paints this praise on notes
of joy, Claude Monet reflected water lilies to capture the reverence that
tacitly exudes the gnosis of the divine.
As the memories peeled back pages of wonder, my heart began
that trance drumming, in the glory, I wondered and asked again….why was so much
opening and revealing to me….and then I heard the clear whispering of that
watchful place inside of me, It is the time of REVEAL-ATIONS”……It almost
dropped me, stopping me dead in my tracks.
Having my full attention now, one screen shot after another
ran like a daisy chain of electricity lighting up the images and thoughts
safely stored for this turn key moment…the word meant what it stated, to reveal,
and like so much that had exposed itself in momentary glimpses before, it was
multiplying now into a continuous stream of knowing…that indeed, we are living
in the time of not simply the frightening stories sewn as a testament, but as a
blooming under an exuberant golden sun, were we to follow his steady guidance
all day long too.
We were being taught about our ‘essence’…and that word I had
shared the meaning of so many times, would reveal
even deeper; her majesty’s secret service.
Esse, comes from the Latin, ‘To be or to exist’. It is a fundamental meaning or truth, of
where one lives….or what brings us alive.
Essential Oils, from esse and olere; meaning ‘to emit a smell or to be
fragrant’ is comparable to the fragrant mind of being as one opens up their own
book of life or their essence.
I have long believed the
sacred act of anointing as the art of becoming conscious, to take to the skin,
the captured essence of distilled light, and bring to the surface the light of
ones own being. Immediately in the act
of anointing, we vibrationally awaken the corresponding light within as the
individual essence is enlivened to bring forth ones truth, their purpose. As I walked now more slowly, those thoughts
melted into each other like soft butter and I looked down at the fence
corralling me safely into the hilltop.
There in front of me were two words; one was the word ‘Essa’ carved into
the top plank. Next to that, just one
more word was carved, Gypsy. I have
never seen another word carved before, and there is not so much carved into the
lengthy line of wooden planks, not another marking etched in yards and yards of
fencing as I searched through the rambling timbers. Just those two words, essa/esse and Gypsy
wrapped in the descending yolk of the sun in the canyons below and beyond.
Here is the definition for Essa as found online:
This is an Arabic name for males which means shine
of sun. It is also the name for Jesus.
Slang; Puerto Rican version of "dude" or "guy" as
in: “Yo essa, whats up?”
Essene or as Philo refers to the name: Essaioi; as the Greek
form of the original name that according to his etymology signifies
"holiness".
I try to be a servant of
the Most High, in my human form that is flawed.
To this, we can add the "Tetragrammaton" which is
the four letters "YHWH", derived from the verb that means "to
be", and is considered in Judaism to be the proper name of the God of
Israel used in the Bible.
Gypsy, for me comes from Egypt and represents the black
earth, or black land. It is often
referred to as being ‘occult which means hidden’ since it is blackened earth from
the fertile Nile and represents a lot of what we know of as mystical. These
strong origins, or at the least, a long history of practice in Egypt form the
basis of the unbound book called the Tarot, which we also find the word Torah
and orat-e.. The land of ‘Khem or Chem’
as it is known, means the black land and is the root of chemistry and
alchemy. In my own belief and alchemical
knowledge by now, the master known as ‘Jesus’ was teaching these very secrets
along with Mary Magdalene and they were ‘gypsy’s’ teaching the Essenic
knowledge.
The word essential comes from the Latin, "esse" (to be or to exist), where "essene" stems from the Aramaic word, asayya, meaning physician, which corresponds to the Greek word ~ essenoi~at once denoting something essaios ~ something secret or mystic. In fact the group known as the "Essenes" was called, "The Theraputate".
That these two words are together is beyond profound, and
they were there just for me to find on this day; written by the secret hand of
the universe. The use of essential oils
has been dated back some 5000 years ago, because of residue found in clay pots
during excavations at Karnac and Thebes; we know they were used as medicine and
in the process of mummification. There
is the jar, which contains the ‘sacred oil’ for anointing that is kept for use
with the Ark of the Covenant to transform mere mortals into angels. We know that in the story of the New
Testament, two of the three gifts the Magi bring to the newly born savior, are
Myrrh and Frankincense and what are they brought with? They are accompanied by
something else of great value, gold. We
also know that Jesus is anointed by ‘Nard’ oil, by Mary Magdalene. I will go into the deeper meanings of those essential
oils in later chapters and most certainly, one of my guide’s, Mary Magdalene.
This is how life speaks to me, how it winds me down a path
of discovery to stand literally atop a small plateau in the valley and make me
her private student. I went over the
part in class when I talk about the body as a vessel, the bottom hips and belly
more like a bowl and the head like a vase and the vision of wine sparkling in a
glass as I twirled it, once again begged me to look deeper. Things catch my mind like fly paper and stick
one thought to another till the page is full and weighs me down lest I find
some way to release it onto a stage, a page, an ear who can witness with me,
such exotic fare that is not yet found by my eyes or ears in the symphony I
find it playing my own world.
Wine, the first miracle of Jesus was at the
wedding feast. His mother Mary (always with me, with us) comes to her son
Jesus/Jeshua and tells Him there is not enough wine left for the wedding
guests. Jesus responds
“Woman, why are you saying this to me? My time has not
yet come.” His mother told the servants,
“Whatever he tells you, do it.”
Now you see, here is where I
think a lot of people get lost by the false terrorism of screaming banshees who
thieve them into worrying whether the story is real or not.
To me it is a silly
consideration, robbing us of the deeper truth that is hidden far all who have
eyes to see.
The real question to be asked is not if, but why? Why on earth would the first miracle
performed in a book of testimony that has waged wars and conquered multitudes
and yet eludes the ‘masses’ and even I am sure the very elect themselves from
its treasures, be a story about making more wine for a wedding feast? Even in the commercials, the boast is that
their ‘special grape will not be served before its time’.
Why is it not Jesus time yet? Still
he listens and those who are ‘serving’ wisely listen to the mother Mary. In
John 2 the story continues:
6And
there were set there six water pots of stone, after the manner of the purifying
of the Jews, containing two or three firkins apiece.
7Jesus saith unto them, Fill the water pots with water. And they
filled them up to the brim.
8And he saith unto them, Draw out now, and bear unto the governor
of the feast. And they bare it.
9When the ruler of the feast had tasted the water that was made
wine, and knew not whence it was: (but the servants who drew the water knew)
the governor of the feast called the bridegroom,
10And saith unto him, every man at the beginning doth set forth
good wine; and when men have well drunk, then that which is worse:
but
thou hast kept the good wine until now.
Now, I think about how we are made up of water, over 80% of
our bodies is mostly water. Even the
earth spinning on her axis mysteriously contains an almost equal amount ~of
water in her surface. We are told in Genesis
or from the beginning…that we are created from clay, from the good sweet earth
and that we are vessels ourselves to hold the water ~ that God Breathed life
into our nostrils with His own breath.
And the LORD God formed man of the
dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man
became a living soul.” Genesis 2: 7
There we are ~ made from the dust, the earth….and breathed
into life just as we must let a good wine breathe too. All of it sewn together in my mind as the
warm air cocooned me. The clay vessels
are symbolic of us and our own water bodies inside the temple.
I sat down and put my hands on the earth, as I had learned
to do to feel her support and to feel her rise up to meet me as she always did
to support my ~ our every step of life.
I felt the Erie Indians walking around between dimensions
while not 20 feet away their
own vessels slept secretly beneath under the softly rolling sacred burial
mounds.
So too had I wondered about my own tribes who swam lifetimes
before me and into this being I now inhabited.
The fighting tribes of people who spent their lives dry over differences
when only the wrapping of the same breath inhabited us all. I needed to rectify both my Christian
upbringing, and the distant path of the Cherokee Indian grandmother on my father’s
side. The ground I now walked upon and came from wrote a different prayer, one
that combined both. I needed to honour
both, to contain the truths of one while respecting the traditions of the
Native Americans who knew the earth as a living being, and lived life as a
payer. This is what came about:
Our mother earth, who gives birth to us, who nourishes,
supports and sustains us, and holds the waters that nourish, cleanse and
connect us reflecting back who we are; under the father sun, who strengthens,
guides and enlightens us, I pray by the
power of the holy spirit that the great creator’s will, Thy Will Be Done
through me; and I give thanks for the breath of god, who fills our lungs with
air and life, and lifts our thoughts and our prayers up to the most high with
the winged ones, and by the power of the Holy spirit returns to this earthly
vessel which art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom and thy queendom come, ON EARTH AS IT IS IN HEAVEN,
give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive
those who trespass against us.
That prayer didn’t really open itself up to me, until I
started to say it this way.
Then I realized why it was the Lord’s favorite prayer. Even though I have embellished it now, that
is what it took to realize what the prayer actually meant.
I believe that is how in part, the mystery of the first
miracle revealed itself to me. We are
such a disparate people. We all grow
from the vine ….
Anyone who has lived long enough has trampled the grapes of
wrath. We find the bitter sweetness of
sorrow to be a wisdom vein that has been intravenously feeding our spirit~
To reveal to us the meaning of our lives and who we are…..
Now, the Mayans call this the ‘time of the great
revealing’. When I looked into the word
‘Apocalypse’ what I found astonished me, because I hadn’t thought of it in this
way, but always in the fear mongering sense, when it actually means: ‘the
thinning of the veil’.
So what is happening right now is a ‘thinning of the veil’
and as this peels back, like all the layers that we also have been ‘healing’ in
ourselves, it reveals things that have been right in front of us all
along. This happens on every level, just
like the layers we have been healing.
Just as the layers of the sacred teachings are opening up
their secrets, so too are the layers of activity in Politics, Religions (church
leaders scandals of pedophilia, theft, Satanism, etc.) the text books that are
filled with lies, the unraveling of energy knowledge, historical skewing and
rewriting, etc.
Even as a story is spun now, it is quickly unraveled and
displayed neatly for those who have eyes to see. This happens in layers too. The more unaware someone is of how it plays
out in their own personal life, the less likely they are to truly unravel the greater
story.
Each layer, each veil to the sacred (this is also why women
wear veils, which after a whole wedding ceremony, the man is told he can now
‘lift’ and kiss the bride) is like a curtain on the stage of life that falls,
to reveal the emperor has no clothes, “Pay
no attention to the man behind the curtain.” (The wizard in the Wizard of
Oz) I say pay very close attention. Behind the veil is the mystery, but the light
is so bright, one must be properly prepared, and see with their spiritual eyes.
From the Gospel of Thomas: 2. Jesus
said, "Those who seek should not stop seeking until they find. When they find, they will be disturbed.
When they are disturbed, they will marvel, and will reign over all. [And after
they have reigned they will rest.]"
She whispered to me the words: “Take this bread and drink
from it, it is the cup of my blood, it is the blood of the new and everlasting
covenant”.
“Times, times and a half”; I read those words so many times
and wondered what they really meant.
There it was as clear as day. We
take the body and the blood of Christ, the savior (the meaning of the name
Jesus/Joshua is Saviour) into our being over and over. In doing so, we finally understand that
Christ was showing us the WAY, which was to awaken the Christed Being within
ourselves.
We are the body and the blood that will be turned into the fruit of the vine at
the sacred wedding, the alchemical marriage in Communion.
They said to Him, "Shall we
then, as children, enter the
Kingdom?"
Jesus said to them, "When you make
the two one, and when you
make the inside like the outside
and the outside like the inside,
and the above like the below, and
when you make the male and the
female one and the same, so that
the male not be male nor the
female female; and when you fashion
eyes in the place of an eye,
and a hand in place of a hand, and
a foot in place of a foot, and
a likeness in place of a likeness;
then will you enter [the
Kingdom]." ~The Gospel of
Thomas
And this: The light of the body is
the eye: therefore when thine eye is single, thy whole body also is full of light; but when thine eye
is evil, thy body also is full of darkness. ~Luk 11:34
The very first miracle leads the way to the teaching of
Jesus and is obvious if we have eyes to see.
The story leads us all the way to Christ the savior being hung on the
cross.
He dies to this world, and then is risen.
Who is with Him at every passage? Mary Magdalene is with Him. It is She who comes to His tomb (symbolic of
the empty body that holds life/spirit).
When She arrives, she sees a man she mistakenly identifies
as ‘the gardener’. Jesus says to her:
“Woman why do you look for the living among the dead?”
24 On the first day of the week, very
early in the morning, the women took the spices they had prepared and went to the tomb. 2 They found the stone rolled away from the tomb, 3 but when they entered, they did not find the body of
the Lord Jesus. 4 While they were wondering
about this, suddenly two men in clothes that gleamed like lightning stood
beside them. 5 In their fright the women
bowed down with their faces to the ground, but the men said to them, “Why do you look for the living among the
dead? 6 He is not here; he has risen! Remember how he told you,
while he was still with you in Galilee:
7 ‘The Son of
Man must be delivered over to the hands of sinners, be crucified and on the
third day be raised again.’ ” 8 Then they remembered his words.
9 When they came back from the tomb, they told
all these things to the Eleven and to all the others. 10
It was Mary Magdalene, Joanna, Mary the mother of James, and the others
with them who told this to the apostles. 11 But
they did not believe the women, because their words seemed to them like
nonsense. 12 Peter, however, got up and ran
to the tomb. Bending over, he saw the strips of linen lying by themselves, and
he went away, wondering to himself what had happened. ~Luke 24
Etymologically we find this: Galilee "northernmost
province of Palestine," late 12c., from L. Galilaea, Gk. Galilaia, from
Heb. Haggalil, lit. "The District," a compressed form of Gelil
haggoyim "the District of Nations"
(cf. Isa. viii:23).
44 He said to them, “This is what I told you
while I was still with you: Everything must be fulfilled that is written about
me in the Law of Moses, the Prophets and the Psalms.”
45 Then he opened their minds so they could
understand the Scriptures. 46 He told them, “This is what is written: The Messiah will suffer and rise from the
dead on the third day, 47 and repentance for
the forgiveness of sins will be preached in his name to all nations,
beginning at Jerusalem. 48 You
are witnesses of these things. 49 I
am going to send you what my Father has promised; but stay in the city until you have been clothed with power from on high.”
36 While
they were still talking about this, Jesus himself stood among them and said to
them, “Peace be
with you.”
37 They were startled and frightened, thinking
they saw a ghost. 38 He said to
them, “Why are you troubled, and why do doubts rise in
your minds? 39 Look at my hands and my feet.
It is I myself! Touch me and see; a ghost does not have flesh and bones,
as you see I have.”
One day while meditating, as my breathing took me into an
altered state, the contact with the holy spirit within me, that witness that
monitors all I do, became decidedly separate and I had no doubt that my body
was a simple vessel for the holy spirit.
Now, we have also been told that there are ‘holy and unholy,
clean and unclean’ spirits. It is up to
us to decide which one will win our decision and which one we will follow.
I refer you to the story of Jesus in the desert for
assistance, since now more than ever we see people following many false teachings
that seem to worship the things that will turn to dust. (Lies of Abundance on a Finite Planet), though our soul's are eternal, we live in this daemonsion, to learn in our alembic vessel, in a finite world with boundaries. Even heroin feels good the first time, a seducer, to lure you into the clutches of addiction that will never sate the soul. Only the cup of eternal life will do this. Beware!
17 Jesus saith unto her, Touch me not; for I am not yet
ascended to my Father: but go to my brethren, and say unto them, I ascend unto
my Father, and your Father; and to my God, and your God. ~ John 20:17
She wept as
she thought of her Lord, slain by wicked men, and not even allowed to rest in
his grave. And still weeping, she stooped and looked into the tomb. There she
saw two men in white garments sitting, one at the head, the other at the feet,
where the body of Jesus had lain. They were the two angels whom the other women
had seen, but Mary Magdalene did not know this. One of them said to her,
"Woman, why do you weep?"
She answered, "Because they have taken away my Lord;
and I do not know where they have laid him." Something caused her to turn
around; and she saw a man standing behind her. It was Jesus; but her eyes were
held for a moment from knowing him. He said to her, "Woman, why do you
weep?"
She supposed that he was the gardener, and said, hardly
looking at him, "Sir, if you have carried him out of this place, tell me
where you have laid him, and I will take him away." Then the stranger
spoke her name, "Mary!" and she knew that he was Jesus, no longer
dead, but living. She turned around and fell down before him, and was about to
seize his feet, as she said, "My Master!"
But Jesus said to her, "Do not take hold of me; I am
not yet going away to my Father. But go to my brothers, and say to them, I go
up to my Father, and to your Father, to my God, and your God."
Mary Magdalene came and told the disciples how she had seen
the Lord, and how he had spoken these things to her. So this was the first time
that any one saw Jesus after he rose from the dead.
Jesus said to her, "Do not cling to
Me, for I have not yet ascended to My Father; but go to My brethren and say to
them, ?I am ascending to My Father and your Father, and to My God and your
God." John 20:17
Mark 16:9-11; John 20:11-18
One
of the first major experiences I had during a meditation was the opening of my
third eye to a huge shaft of golden light.
As it opened, the warm honey light poured in and I heard these words: “This is
communion and you are Nefertiti”
My body shook and rocked
and great rivers of tears burst forth as they ran warmly down my cheeks. This was one of the layers of learning that
helped to awaken my being. So many times
had I taken communion and heard the words: ‘Lord I am not worthy to receive
you, but only say the words and I shall be healed.”
I
had to repeat that process over and over, and then go into a meditation to have
union or yoga with the divine. The
divine is within us if we but seek it to find even though we are not worthy to
receive the savior, to be saved, it is only the words and we shall be healed.
Many
years later, after working on so many people doing Total Sensory Healing and Integration©,
and wiping rivers of tears from my clients, I realized that those tears are the
living waters of life. They were a
healing salve necessary to fuel the fires of the heart, to create the ‘flaming
heart’ of God; to ignite the fires of the Holy Spirit within.
I
was there to bear witness. It was also
during these sessions, that I would discover the power of that simple act, of
bearing true witness to someone, to the pain of someone’s life, their grapes of
wrath. If we are instructed not to bear
false witness in the commandments, then to bear true witness was simply the
higher learning of that commandment. It
was the sacrament of confession.
Sacrament is simply ‘sacred/sacra and mind/ment/mental; to open the
doorway to the sacred river of life, the mind of God. The word Element has this same unwinding
etymologically; El, being the God of the Hebrew Old Testament and ment again
being ‘mind’ or ‘mental’. So, we have
‘God-mind’ or ‘Sacred Mind’ the mind of God.
The
heart, as we shall see is the bridal chamber, and it is the open heart that
leads the way into the kingdom and queendom of heaven.
St. Margaret Mary Alacoque describes
the
revelation of the "Sacred Heart" of Jesus (emphasis
is mine): “The Sacred Heart was represented to me as a resplendent sun, the
burning rays of which fell vertically upon my heart, which was inflamed with a
fire so fervid that it seemed as if it would reduce me to ashes. It was at
these times especially that my Divine Master taught me what He required of me
and disclosed to me the secrets of His loving Heart.”
We place the ‘communion
host’ in a monstrance, so just what is a monstrance and where does the word
come from? Monstrance: 1. Noun. An ornamental, often precious
receptacle,
either open or with a transparent cover,
in which the consecrated host is placed for veneration. ¹
remonstrance (n.) late 15c., from M.Fr. remonstrance (15c.),
from M.L. remonstrantia, from remonstrans, prp. of remonstrare "point out,
show," from L. re-, intensive prefix, + monstrare "to show" (see monster).
Other words from this prefix: Demonstrate, dimension,
demons.
45 Then he opened their minds so
they could understand the Scriptures. 46 He
told them, “This is what is written: The Messiah will
suffer and rise from the dead on the third day, 47 and
repentance for the forgiveness of sins will be preached in his name to all
nations, beginning at Jerusalem. 48 You are
witnesses of these things. 49 I am going to
send you what my Father has promised; but stay in the city until you have been
clothed with power from on high.”
We
are the Ark of the Covenant, it is within us that Holy Communion takes place
and our savior rises within to marry the Sophia, Wisdom in the bedroom chamber,
the heart/thymus.
Hear Thy Muse, in the Hearth, heart of it all.
Sadly,
many people who start to open up the book of life, can begin to believe they
are the ONLY person who can do this, and that they are THE SAVIOUR rather than
understanding we are all living into our own sacredness through living the
teachings of Jeshua and Mary Magdalene and through Divine Mercy which gives
birth to grace: We need to tap into this misunderstood book of light, as there
are many books of light, to begin to decode our holy beings, unwrap our
packages/bodies to expose the truth and light of the world, soul shine. Some people also believe that ‘they are God’,
I don’t happen to be inside that camp. I
believe we are all aspects of the God Mind.
Until we learn how to spin planets into existence, calling ourselves
‘god’ is a bit presumptive and again misses the mystery which is enough, to be
a part and aspect of the Glory of God.
This has plenty of magic to contemplate and behold, and we miss the
journey in the extrapolation into a largess that is spoon feeding us life in
the river of time.
In short, The Holy Grail ‘CUP’ has been hidden very well
indeed, it is inside of us like a magic lamp, we need to rub it in just the
right WAY, The Truth, The Light and The WAY” to give birth to the Saviour, Our
own genetic make-up, is the Genie in the Bottle, Abracadabra.
My third eye begins to itch, I scratch it and
bring my index fingers to the side of my head and rub my TEMPLES.
(Editor Note: El-E-ment) El is God or THE and ment is MIND. Therefore, element is the God mind.
Everything we address with THE, is adding the prefix of God.
Also know, that we are living in a time, where our fresh water is now at risk forever...How can we turn the waters into wine, when they are not even clean and have been polluted by the black snake of oil, let alone be HOLY? Standing Rock, is the place to stand once and for all or forever fall.
Gethsemane (Greek: Γεθσημανή, Gethsemane; Hebrew: גת שמנים, Gat Shmanim; Syriac: ܓܕܣܡܢ, Gaḏ Šmānê, lit. "oil press") is a garden at the foot of the Mount of Olives in Jerusalem, most famous as the place where Jesus prayed and his disciples slept the night before his crucifixion.
Be honourable, you did not walk this walk to open up these deep truths. HONOUR THE FATHER AND THE MOTHER, THOU SHALT NOT STEAL.
Read the stations of the cross/EL, even the three crosses on Golgotha, is astrology.
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Well, Neptune/Poseidon, ruler of the waters, seas,
oceans is in her own sign of PIsces at 15*, sitting in sextile to a 16*
Saturn/EL in Capricorn who is on his way to meet up with Pluto/Hades in January
of next year. She is also forming a
square to Jupiter/Zeus who is now at 20* Sagittarius. 
The Temple is in the shape of a man. 
Temp-EL
Saturn is Discipline/Discipleship. With great discipline, can one master the
vessel that is tempted in this world, on one end of extreme to avoid, is the
temptation of the flesh…and on the other…GREED.
That which the “I” seduces the ego with self-importance, time to wash
other people’s feet.
The less we pay attention to what new models of
structure in government are being removed and created, the more we may wake up in a
world where our options have run out…not paying attention, ‘Neptune’, is allowing
the time to expire without utilizing this opportunity for your soul’s growth,
for the forging of your own temple.
That is why I have been stressing the anointing
blends.
