Today is a good day to spend in meditation. Today Chiron is conjunct Mars (next to) with Chiron stationary retrograde, (sort of hovering). Allowing us to be still and yet bring powerful healing to ourselves and others. Mars, planet of action and energy, motivates us to seek deep within our Psyche for those remaining deep (and possibly self-inflicted wounds). Look closely at how you have written your story, are you reflecting still the opinions of others, instead of writing from the heart, allowing yourself to be honest with yourself. How painful would that be? How liberating would that be? Either option is scary, because it is unknown, how often have you allowed yourself to look at those deep rooted (often from childhood or past lives) and often traumatic experiences that formed your beliefs about yourself? Sometimes we can (and should) look outside ourselves for help with this, but today is the day you can truly heal yourself. Looking outside ourselves can help point us to tools and methods that will help us seek the truth within us, but ultimately we are the ones who have to do the work. Physician heal thyself, is not just applicable to doctors, but to all of us. In the end the only true healing comes from being totally honest with ourselves. Looking at ourselves warts and all and learning to love ourselves just as we are; the good, the bad and the downright ugly. Seeing the whole person, and unconditionally loving ourselves anyway. Only when you have truly managed this can you begin to truly love others unconditionally.
The Long Haul
I have no idea why I have called the blog by that name – there is a fair bit of prevaricating going on here, so if you want you can jump to the important bits below in RED.
I need to write this one in stages it will have to be stream of consciousness then possibly re orderring I am not sure I can write it chronologically.
Unless I do it backwards, from Today, like a reverse diary without dates,
Today in June 2020, bit vague but it might get vaguer, is that even a word?
I am an advocate of Daily Pages, haven’t done them for a while but today I am setting out on what for me is a mammoth project and hopefully will be cathartic, the only way I can get my head around the enormity of the task is to allow it to unfold, stream of consciousness like, please bear with me, I may ramble but hopefully together we will get there in the end.
Tuesday 30th June 2020
Well that was last Wednesday, and as you can see I have only just resumed, a lot can happen in a very short space of time.
I still have no clear idea where to start so I am just going to go with the flow and hope I don’t manage to prevaricate too much.
And there I go prevaricating already.
In June 2018 I was admitted to A & E with Pneumonia and Heart Failure, several miracles led to me being outside the department when I keeled over unable to breathe, I was treated within minutes but still managed to lose consciousness and stop breathing for a while, during that ‘space’ although as far as I know my heart did not stop, at least they didn’t try to restart it so I am assuming it didn’t stop or if it did only momentarily and then restarted of its own volition. My experience during that brief out of body time is what I need to relay here. For a few moments I was aware of being outside of my body, and possibly ascending but not in any visual way; there was only totally darkness but amazing clarity, which sounds like a contradiction, but the clarity was sensory and auditory, not visual. There was no bright white light or tunnel. I was aware of every other being in the room both incarnate and disincarnate. I was aware of the thought processes of all the incarnate beings, and able to follow every conversation around the room simultaneously, it was incredible, and felt totally natural to be able to do that. I was able to tell those in the room what they had been discussing (almost exclusively ME) and one or two what they had been thinking. The only other sensation I recall was of being totally pain free, liberated and an overwhelming sense of tranquility. I could easily have stayed there or moved on as I was aware that was an option. BUT, just prior to this interlude, Simon, had been asking me about my family, my last thought before I passed out was of Katie, my granddaughter. During the interlude I could ‘hear’ Simon thinking and saying to me something along the lines of stay focussed on your family, they need you, and at that moment I knew I had to return to my body and fight for my life because I wanted to be alive to see Katie graduate, and I had sense that she was going to need me to be there for her.
I still have no idea why I called this the long haul, although it has been ever since this event. Recovery took a long time, a lot of determination and pain. Many relapses of one sort or another and it is still an ongoing process, but in the meantime my daughters and granddaughter have needed my presence, my physical and emotional support and love.
To remain in this physical body long enough to see Katie graduate, if indeed that is the path she chooses to follow; I am going to need to take some drastic action to remain well enough to be of service.
One of the most positive aspects of this whole experience is that I no longer fear death, I know it is just a transition from one state of being to another. I also know that for me it is going to be a lot less challenging than remaining in a physical body. I am writing this because I want to reassure people that death is not to be feared, and you create your own reality, so begin now to imagine a state of being that is blissful, pain free and filled with peace.
I suspect there will be a follow up to this, but for now here it is.
Angels I have fulfilled this part of my promise, please help me to be healthy from now on so that I do not have to repeat this experience.
felt totally natural to be able to do that. I was able to tell those in the room
… With a pure, clear light,
Like a little candle,
Burning in the night.
In this world is darkness,
So, let us shine,
You in your small corner
And I in mine.
Extract from the Hymn by Susan Warner 1868
Got me thinking about how the small changes we make add up, how our seemingly ‘little’ contribution makes a difference.
Recently, was sold some caged bird eggs, bought them thinking they were free range, because from this supplier they normally are free range. Slight feeling of having been misled, but ultimately it is my responsibility to check the authenticity of these and other things. This is something I feel strongly about, the freedom of the birds that provide the eggs I eat is important to me. I grew up with parents who lived through the hungry years of the war and imprinted on my psyche is that you do not waste food, so I admit I ate the eggs that had already been bought, but next time we bought from the same place, ensured that the eggs I was eating would indeed be free range. A seemingly ‘small’ thing, but each time we buy into the factory farming of hens and their eggs we endorse everything that stands for, the imprisonment of innocent hens, their incarceration in an alien artificial ‘factory’ environment, their lack of a ‘life’, just to provide a cheaper egg, is it worth it? I would rather eat fewer eggs and pay more for them to ensure that the hens producing them had a life worthy of any sentient creature.
Then there was the debate over ‘green’ energy suppliers, how does that work we wondered as we pondered whether to save slightly less when we switched suppliers this week, so I did a quick trawl of the interweb to glean some information. Now I understand how it works and chose to endorse the company that provides green electricity (wind and solar) and carbon neutral gas and is a ‘not for profit’ company. Despite having to pay about 7.5% more for it.
So what can I do in the current unique pandemic lockdown situation…. Well physically not a lot, because health issues of my own often curtail my ability to accomplish even simple everyday tasks, I cannot volunteer to help in any medical scenario, I would be more of a liability than an asset, I cannot even volunteer to deliver shopping for others less able than myself, as lifting and carrying are one of my biggest challenges and I would probably end up needing such help myself if I tried it…. So what can I do?
Well I have skills and talents that are easy to use and do not demand anything physically of me. I began by using my meditation time to send loving light fill thoughts to the situation and those struggling with the effects of it. Just me in my small corner…..
Then I realised we are stronger together, so I reached out to others to join me in their ‘small corners’ shining like little beacons of love filled light, and I am so glad that many of you chose to join in and help me join those little points of light together to create a grid of love and light than now embraces the planet in the gentlest of loving hugs.
So for now…… I will do what I can, that is my promise…..
I’m going to let my little light shine….
“This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine
I’m gonna take this light around the world
And I’m gonna let it shine….
Will you join me? Follow this link to find out how Gaia Project 2020
If you have got this far, you probably found it reasonably interesting…. please share if you did.
This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.
This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.
This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine,
let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.
1 The light that shines is the light of love,
lights the darkness from above,
it shines on me and it shines on you,
and shows what the power of love can do.
I’m gonna shine my light both far and near,
I’m gonna shine my light both bright and clear.
Where there’s a dark corner in this land
I’m gonna let my little light shine. [Refrain]
2 On Monday he gave me the gift of love,
Tuesday peace came from above.
On Wednesday he told me to have more faith,
on Thursday he gave me a little more grace.
On Friday he told me just to watch and pray,
on Saturday he told me just what to say,
on Sunday he gave me the pow’r divine
to let my little light shine.
I have written about change before, this is by way of an addendum. I still believe that ultimately, spiritually ALL CHANGE is good; however it comes to us. Knowing that does not always make it easier to accept, easier to submit to, not struggle against, question.
I knew when I returned to Scotland at the beginning of March that there would be changes that I would find challenging, like using the tech more to keep in touch with my family, like not seeing my family for fairly long stretches, but there were supposed to be compensations, like being able to see my Quilting family and Thurso friends more, like being able to walk on the beach at Dunnet Bay and enjoy the glorious landscape of Caithness.
As we all know the best laid plans and all that…..
When the Coronavirus struck and the UK went into Lockdown, I don’t think many of us realised quite how it would impact us individually. I also don’t think we quite comprehended just how long the fallout from the pandemic would last, I have been looking back a hundred years to the Spanish Flu pandemic following WW1; it raged around Europe for over three years…. I am not naturally pessimistic, but I think we might be in for the long haul on this one.
Sometimes of course, as I did when I chose to move to Scotland temporarily, the changes are our choice and we anticipate how we will be affected, so when the Universe decides to throw a spanner in the works and our anticipation is thwarted we can become truculent and resentful, ultimately this does not serve us, we need to look beyond at the bigger picture and realise that ALL CHANGE IS GOOD even if it doesn’t turn out quite as we anticipated.
We also need to realise that our circumstances will change again, and that too will be GOOD.
Today I reflect upon all that I have as a counterbalance to all that I anticipated and do not have in my life at the moment. For me that helps, a constant reminding myself that this too will change, that All is Well and All will be well. (St Julien of Norwich, amazing lady google her).
A few things I find help with accepting and working with instead of against change are:
Daily Pages – Thank you for the inspiration – (The Artist’s Way, Julia Cameron )
Gratitude Lists – simple things like the sunlight shining on the sea, my first cup of tea in the morning, delicious, the companionship of my like minded friends, even if I can’t be with them physically… What would you put on your list?
Anything which makes me laugh, or sing.
Working with daily focus cards – you can download your free gift of my Crystal Focus Cards from the link below.
To help you remain focused during times of change and crisis I have developed a small set of Crystal Oracle Cards, these are simple and can be used in conjunction with or instead of Crystal Tumble stones to get some daily guidance, healing and support. You can download and print your cards from this page:
The Earth’s Energy Field
(and how thoughtforms influence it)
The Earth and all sentient beings upon, in, under and over it have an energy field, or Aura.
The Energy Grid is like the skeletal structure within the energy field. It can act like a superhighway to relay energy around the planet, much like the Meridian and Chakra systems within the human energy field.
The Grid encompasses the earth, it is like a cage or the lines of latitude and longitude. Where the lines cross there are access points for up or downloading of energy. At these points there is the potential to spin off energy into space.
It is important to remember that the grid is a neutral energy network, it is possible to use it intentionally and sometimes unintentionally to affect the energy of the planet, and anyone is capable of doing so. It can be influenced by both ‘good’ and ‘evil’ thoughtforms and intentions.
An example of intentional influence is our healing and light filled boosting in meditation. An example of unintentional influence is collective or mass hysteria, emitting thoughtforms of fear distress and hatred. This happens when we are over exposed to ‘bad’ news and fear mongering.
It is also important to remember that many beings in existence on this planet at this time know how this works and maybe trying to use it for their own aggrandisement (blimey where did that long word come from?), Or gain, power or financial.
The best way to ensure the grid remains filled with love light healing Joy and peace is to regularly boost it with these qualities. This is the ‘nature abhorrs a vacuum’ scenario, if there are no available spaces in the grid or available access points because we and other lightworkers are working to keep it topped up with the good stuff then those who would use it for their own purposes will not be able to do so. Similarly there will be less space for the unintentional influence of collective negative thoughtforms.
When we meditate and upload or boost the healing vibration and or light in the grid. Our intention is key to the process, when we do this individually our efforts use the nearest available energy access point. Note ‘available’ because some of these access beacons can be overloaded or blocked by adverse energy.
To be continued….
Identity Crisis – this is just me exploring on virtual ‘paper’ a few ideas that have been percolating in my mind recently, sorry it is quite a long ramble.
I read just yesterday it seems I am not the only one who is forgetting what day of the week it is. Very interesting to realise how many people feel they needed an extended holiday to re-charge their batteries (another example of be careful what you wish for), at a time when we probably have more leisure time from an ‘earn a living’ point of view – most of us are now identifying with a need to maintain a certain position in society, (which has probably always been a factor ever since society and community became a thing, ancient history). Our perception of ourselves is geared to this necessity to see ourselves as productive, useful and able to provide for ourselves and our families. Once this was moderated by the fact that it pretty much took all our time and energy just to provide the basics, and I am not suggesting a return to that situation would be a good thing, then came a time when we had leisure time, which we now seem to fill with other, ‘need to prove ourselves’ activities…. Competitive games, quizzes, challenging physical feats, the list is endless.
This perception of ourselves comes from various sources, our upbringing, interactions at school and work, we seem to admire someone who works hard, has a good work ethic, it is applauded and rewarded, ultimately this ‘conditioning’ may not be in our best interests. It has led to a society where academic achievements are prized over artistic and creative endeavours; and the funding in schools, colleges, universities and charities reflects that. Well as we are now discovering there is a lot to be said for arts and crafts.
Maybe it is time to ‘turn out’ the images we have of ourselves like going through your wardrobe, holding up or trying on your clothes to see which to keep and which to dispose of. When you find a dress at the back of the wardrobe that, either you don’t remember at all or you have no clue when it last saw the light of day, you have some decisions to make, hold it up, does it still fit? Does the style still suit you? Why did you buy it? Was it as a psychological tool in some office power game, or to attract attention….. are you still that needy person? Ask yourself honestly, ‘Is this really me?’ Do I wear this because it makes me feel the part? What ‘part’ is that I am playing? Is it something outmoded, out of date or really old and well worn, familiar and comfortable. Does the colour really suit me? Did it ever? Did I fall for flattery when I bought it, did some on say ‘Oh! That looks good on you’. They may have genuinely thought it did, at the time or maybe they just wanted to speed up the shopping so you could get to lunch or maybe they were just crowd pleasers, and even if the dress or role that you play did once fit, suit you and make you feel good; does it still do all of those things or is it time to pass the dress on? Maybe not, maybe it just needs a makeover and re-purposing, very trendy.
Am I defining myself by how others see me? Trying and not always succeeding to ‘live up’ to the expectations of others? Do I want to continue doing that? Do I have the courage to give that ‘role’ to someone else, pass on the baton, or do I want to take the best bits of that ‘garment’ or identity and re-define myself in a new version, re-purpose my skills and knowledge? Or… most drastic of all, can I just throw it away? Go totally naked and await what comes next? For a while I may be shivering in the cold with nothing to wear, am I going to look for something else in the wardrobe or in the shops? Am I going to shop alone or do I need some guidance, can I steal something from someone else’s wardrobe? How will I survive the chill until I find a new purpose until I re-define myself by what I wear or in this metaphor, ‘do’? Maybe it is time to sit naked in the warmth of the sun, allow myself to just ‘be’ at least for a little while. Maybe I can weave a new identity from the things I love to do, BE CREATIVE; BE STILL; BE AWARE. In every moment allow whatever is waiting to gently unfold. Can I find all that I need within myself? So many doubts surface, do I have the motivation, the will power, the tools? Is it OK to be floundering in the wilderness for a while?
How often do we allow our perception of ourselves to be wholly or partially influenced by the momentary ‘truths’ or the perception ‘snapshots’ of others, this was affirmed for me yesterday when I happened upon Miranda Hart’s ‘Chambles’ on Utube… very entertaining and also profound she was speaking about how we allow the judgement of others to colour our perception of ourselves… If you need more convincing check it out.
Often I am reminded these days to ‘Ground’ myself, re-connect to the natural world around me to steady my ‘achy breaky heart’ (Shakin Steven’s I think) that feeling of overwhelm that comes from over indulging in the media. Walking in natural surroundings, allow the gentle breeze (or howling gale) to blow away the tension and anxiety. If you can get to the beach, allow the sense of cleansing from the fresh, slightly salty sea spray, watch the waves crashing on the shore, or rippling gently across the sands. Use all of your senses, listen, look, breathe. If you cannot get to the woods, or the shore or green open space, but have a garden, get out there and get your hands dirty, deeply connect with the cleansing, grounding and healing only connection to the planet can bring. If all else fails, you can use images, music and sounds of nature, beside an open window. If that is not possible for you, try to conjure images, sounds and aromas from memory.
In times of crisis there is nothing we need more than a big soft hug, the sort you get from an unconditionally loving Mother. The mother who just soothes and cleans your grazed knees without saying ‘I told you not to go so fast’, just hugs you when you cry without needing to know why you are upset. The love that never judges or says ‘I told you so’.
We all have that unconditionally loving and Nurturing Mother Archetype within us; allow her to surface now, and allow her to enfold you in her loving embrace. Go deep within and sense the well-being that you crave being given to you; your worries receding, your heart ache comforted. Be your own Nurturing Source.
When you are grounded and nurtured you can give from a never ending well of compassion and bring the same comfort to others.
Be the change you want to see.
Change & Choice
Change is a part of our existence on this planet. Sometimes we choose to change, our appearance, our circumstances, maybe our companions in this incarnation…. Sometimes we don’t choose to, but changes happen anyway. It seems to me that if we choose change, maybe Green hair for a while would be fun…. But no, I actually look like Kermit the Frog, OK but it was my choice so I can accept that it is not great.
Then there are those times when change is forced upon us…. Today I am going to my Craft Group, looking forward to spending time with fun like minded people, but then…..disaster! The car won’t start and I am not going anywhere and not having fun with anyone, and have to spend my time arranging for the car to be fixed, actually that is quite fun because my friendly mechanic, Mick the Motors always makes me feel confident that he can and will fix my car, bless him. So in this scenario, unexpectedly my plans were changed, not my choice, but I can choose how I respond to the change.
Scale this up to suddenly finding myself virtually a prisoner in my own home, definitely would not be from choice, but here we are almost all of us in the same boat, some of us accepting and making the best of it, some of us really struggling to comply, with the advise we are being given.
But even though this change was ‘thrust upon us’ at incredible speed, taking most of us unawares and unprepared, we can still choose how to respond. Consider how it feels to be angry, resentful and judgemental… does it make you feel better about the circumstances you find yourself in? Now think about how it would be if you could just breathe quietly for a few moments and come into the moment, no past, no future, just now. Is it so bad? Are you warm and comfortable? Is it really quiet… bit spooky really, no airplanes, very little traffic… people mostly staying inside, suddenly I can really hear the birds singing, the wind in the trees and the waves breaking on the shore….
Acceptance brings peace. Choosing how to respond helps you to rationalise the situation.
In these difficult times make loving and compassionate choices about how you respond; be gentle with yourself and others.
Working with Crystals has enabled me to understand more clearly how we can overcome the paralysis of fear.
The power of Rose Quartz can help to counteract our fearfulness. If you have a rose quartz crystal, hold it close and allow yourself to visualise it expanding to enfold you within a shimmering pink haze. Allow the essence of the Rose Quartz to infuse your whole being with Unconditional Love, feel your fears dissolve, like the morning mist in the warmth of the sun. Feel the Rose Quartz universal love hug. Share it with all those who are open to receiving it.
At times we can all become fearful, it is a basic human survival tactic that stops us taking unnecessary risks, so useful in small doses. However, each thought we have, or message we give out increases the likelihood of our creating the very event we fear.
In her book ‘Feel the fear and do it anyway’, Susan Jeffers suggests that even telling someone to ‘be careful’, or ‘drive safely’ sends a subliminal message that contributes to our becoming increasingly fearful.
If we believe that we create our own reality then our thoughts are the powerhouse behind that process. Sending out fearful thought-forms might attract to us the very thing we fear.
I am just pondering on the possibilities in this blog, I would like you to form your own conclusions about this.
Meanwhile can anyone suggest an alternative to the current catchphrase ‘stay safe’; my feeling is it falls into the same category as ‘be careful’. We need something that dissipates the fear…. over to you.
The Guru sat alone in the desert, the Seeker came upon him. “Master” she said “How do I achieve enlightenment?” The Guru looked up and motioned her to sit beside him, she sat. She waited. The Guru sat and never spoke. She waited. Thinking the answer must be so profound it needed long deliberation. The crossed the sky and sank beneath the horizon.
In the chill night air the seeker shivered. She waited she thought about speaking, asking again how to attain enlightenment. She stole a glance at the Guru, thinking he may have fallen asleep, he was gazing straight ahead into the distant darkness. The darkness enshrouded the Seeker, the stars gave the only light. She shivered and sat. She grew weary and slept, waking to find herself lying curled on the ground beside the Guru in the chill twilight just before dawn. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and sat up. She looked towards the Guru, who was gazing into the distance. The bowl before him had half filled with dew, slowly, reverently the Guru reached down and picked it up, he drank deeply, then stopped. The Guru seemed to notice the Seeker, he looked at her and at the ground in front of her, she had no bowl. The Guru held out the bowl with the remaining dew within it. The Seeker took the bowl and drank, neither spoke, when the bowl was empty she handed it back. The Guru placed the bowl on the ground in front of him, and immediately turned his gaze to the distance. The Seeker thought about asking again, but instead she sat down beside the Guru and watched as the sun rose. They sat in the desert beside the path that led from the village to the oasis beneath the shade of a sparsely canopied tree. The villagers came past on their way to collect water, as they passed they placed food into the bowl in front of the Guru, who spoke not, but acknowledged each gift by raising his hands from where they rested upon his knees, bringing them together with the fingers pointing to the heavens just in line with his heart, he then inclined his head forward. The Seeker watched this process and sat silently beside the Guru for many hours. When the sun was high overhead and the shade beneath the tree diminished, the Guru’s bowl was full, he lifted the bowl and slowly ate half of the fruit, grains, pulses and nuts it contained. The Guru turned to the Seeker and held out the bowl with the remaining food whilst she ate he turned his gaze until he once more looked straight ahead. When the bowl was empty she held it out to the Guru who took it silently and placed it on the ground before him. The Seeker wondered how the bowl was so clean when she first arrived, but she did not ask. Many hours later the Shepherd came past with goats, they milled around nibbling thin dry shoots wherever they could find them and some lay down in the slight shade of the tree, the Guru sat and spoke not. The shepherd took the bowl and milked the pure white goat filling the bowl to the brim with fresh white milk. The shepherd placed the bowl in front of the Guru, reverently upon the ground by his feet. The Guru raised his hands and inclined his head acknowledging the gift without speaking. The shepherd gathered his flock and went on his way, the bells of the goats tinkling in the still evening air. The Guru lifted the bowl and drank half of the milk before handing it to the Seeker to finish. The milk tasted delicious and the Seeker relished every drop. When the bowl was empty she handed it back to the Guru, this time she raised her hands and brought them together in line with her heart fingers pointing to heaven, she inclined her head, the Gurus eyes filled with tears and he smiled ery gently, before returning his gaze to the distant hills.
The Seeker sat pondering the vents of the day and feeling she was depriving the Guru of his food and drink began to wish she had thought to bring some food or at least a bowl so she could fill it with water at the oasis. For a while they sat together in the lengthening shadow of the tree, a few of the women from the village passed on their way to the oasis, the first stooped down and took the bowl from in front of the Guru, who raised his hands and inclined his head acknowledging the action, The Seeker gasped, wondering why the Guru said nothing. The Seeker and the Guru sat in silence, an hour passed and the sun dipped towards the horizon. The village women returned carrying their pitchers of water, the first placed the newly washed bowl back on the ground in front of the Guru, who said nothing but lifted his hands and inclined his head in acknowledgement, repeating the action a moment later when the second woman placed another bowl before him, the third and fourth women filled the bowls from their pitchers, brim-full of fresh clear sparkling water. The Guru acknowledged each gift and service without speaking but by honouring the acts with love. When all the women had passed the Guru lifted the first bowl and turned to the Seeker he handed her the bowl full of water, she drank deeply and as she did so the Guru lifted the second bowl and drank. When the bowls were empty the Seeker handed the bowl back to the Guru, this time they exchanged the salutation, honouring the actions each of the other. The Guru turned to gaze straight ahead and for a while the Seeker watched and waited now she thought he is going to speak and I will learn how to attain enlightenment, but the sun sank towards the skyline and the silence deepened into darkness. The Seeker turned to face straight ahead and sat, silently in the darkness, the stars wheeled across the sky, she gasped at the beauty of a shooting star, she raised her hand and pointed “look” she said, the Guru lifted his gaze and looked, in the darkness she felt the warmth of the smile she could not see and the emotion in the eyes of the Guru. The Seeker felt her eyes grow weary and remembering the previous night decided to lay quietly down on the earth beside the Guru rather than fall. As she lay in the stillness and silence she became aware of the gentlest of vibrations, the smallest of sounds in the soil beneath her ear. She raised her head and could no longer hear the whispering; she lay he head back down upon the ground and waited. The sound came again, she sat up, a little fearfully, and she asked the Guru “what is the whispering I hear when I lay my head upon the ground beneath the tree?” The Guru turned towards the tree and raising his hands and inclining his head he acknowledged and honoured the tree that gave them shade, and then he turned and looked at the Seeker and smiled, before turning to gaze once more into the darkness. The Seeker lay down, placed her head upon the ground and allowed the trees roots to sing her a lullaby until she fell into a deep and dreamless sleep. When she awoke in the early light just before dawn, she thought she would take the bowls and walk to the oasis to fill them for the Guru but when she looked she saw that each was already half full of dew and she recalled how good the dew had tasted the morning before, so she sat in silence beside the Guru until the sun peeked over the horizon and flooded the desert with golden light. The Guru raised his hands and inclined his head towards sun, welcoming, acknowledging and honouring the giver of warmth and light. The Seeker, couldn’t help herself, she copied and felt her heart expand with love, she gasped and looked at the Guru who gazed straight ahead but smiled gently. The Guru lifted one bowl and handed it to the Seeker, she took the bowl but didn’t drink straight away instead she watched as the Guru carefully lifted the second bowl to his lips but before he drank he took a deep in breath as if inhaling the aroma of the dew in the bowl, she watched as the Guru drank, then replaced the bowl on the ground before him. When he had done so she noticed he lifted his hands and brought them together in line with his heart, he inclined his head towards the empty bowl. The Seeker understood, she inhaled deeply and the heady aroma of the fresh dew in the bowl almost overwhelmed her senses. She drank deeply until the bowl was empty, then she placed it reverently in front of the Guru and emulated his gesture of acknowledgement for the gift of life giving water and clear pure air. The Guru gazed silently ahead but there was a small smile lighting his eyes and lifting the corners of his mouth. As the sun climbed in the sky the villagers passed and each left a gift of food in the bowls before the Guru, when the sun was overhead, they ate, as the shade deepened the shepherd came with the goats and filled both bowls with fresh milk, in the evening the women collected the bowls and took them to the oasis where they washed them before returning and filling them with sparkling water, the Guru never spoke, he acknowledged each and every act silently, reverently, he ate, drank and sat gently, with minimal effort, he handed the Seeker the bowl, he took the bowl back, he acknowledged and returned her greetings. The days passed, each the same, other Seekers came, they each asked the Guru, how they might attain enlightenment, they sat as indicated by the Guru. Some waited for only a few minutes, some a few hours, when the Guru ate or drank, he shared the bowls with all those sitting with him. Some sat in silence and then left, when they rose to leave the Guru acknowledged and honoured them but he never spoke. Some became angry and shouted, asking why the Guru didn’t answer their question. The Guru only offered them his silent acknowledgement. They left muttering. Some stayed many days and nights, some just a few moments. The weeks passed and still the one Seeker waited, and watched and learnt. One night it was once again just the two of them and the sun had just dipped into the horizon with its last lingering rays it lit the distant hills and they seemed to pulsate in response to its light. The Seeker gazed, she gasped, she did not speak but she held out her hand and pointed to the hills the Guru looked, he smiled, his eyes filled with love and he placed his hands on the earth flat, palms down before him, the Seeker did likewise, she felt the pulse of the earth, the Guru leant forward and placed his forehead on the earth, the Seeker did likewise. Together they felt, and heard and saw the heartbeat of the planet, as one with all living beings, at one with the multiverse, at one with each other and every sentient being. Many hours later the acolyte felt the soft warm touch of the sun’s first gentle caress as it rose over the horizon. The Bliss in the heart of the disciple filled every fibre of her physical being she felt her energy field expand and merge with all that surrounded her, the Guru, the tree, the bowls, the hills, the soil. She was at one with all beings. A being of light inhabiting a physical body. The guru sat beside her an expression of bliss upon his face, with his eyes gently closed and his hands held before him, fingers pointing to heaven in line with his heart. For the last time the Seeker emulated him. As the sun rose higher into the sky the Seeker lifted the dew filled bowl and handed it to the Guru, he took the bowl, inhaled and drank, the Seeker joined him in the action together as one they breathed and drank the air and water of life, together they heard and felt the heartbeat of the earth, the earth beat, the earth pulse, together they felt the warmth and saw the light of the sun.
The Guru knew and the Seeker knew enlightenment. The time had come to leave, knowing they were as one, with each other and all life forms. For the last time they bowed their heads and raised their hands each honouring the other. The Guru stood and the Seeker gazed into the distance, her eyes filled with love and her heart filled with joy, her whole being at one and at peace with all that is.
The Guru turned away and treading softly upon the planet walked away, becoming the Seeker, knowing that in stillness and the echo of silence the beating heart of the earth united them.
The Seeker sat alone beneath the tree in the desert, becoming the Guru, she smiled, her eyes brim-full with love her heart expanding with joy, her whole being at one and at peace with all that is.