July 19, 2010
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Her knees deep in your mind (part of the topic)
Ray Lynch www.raylynch.com
Blessed is the human being who walks on Earth. His face reflects the gloom or glare of his inner sky just as the lights and shadows dot the vast meadow. Sun and storm, glory and sadness. The sky filled with clouds that filter the rays of a powerful sun manifests both ends of a polarity on the green grass: light and darkness, joy and unease. The rich and extreme human life with its restless and fluctuating pace like a swinging pendulum; a gravitating and incessant movement that marks the pulse of the vital essence.
The dramas and the joys follow one another as the night follows the day; and in this cyclical and rugged walk our soul travels with its carnal attire. An angel has sunk into the thicket of his body and, as a great actor in a dramatic and complex story, manifests itself with a unique and multicolored display. Your trip is an odyssey. His audacity is laudable, for only a warrior would go into such illusion. Will he remember one day that it is light in its essence? A retinue of angels marvel and admire him for his bravery and courage.
With true eyes covered with heavy veils we walk blind to the other reality, deaf to the great truth. We forget for a while who we are in the hereafter. And we play on the stage of the Earth as children, as monsters, as wise, as crazy. Always embodied in this matter and immersed in the rich plot of this great argument. But also always linked to the invisible, to the intangible, that like a wave of implacable force blows its indomitable wind over our inner steppe. Sometimes it is a warm breeze that cleans and heals but at times it is the aggressive fire of a fearsome dragon.
Our emotions like dragons roar and invade us. An unexpected storm causes our thoughts to swirl as a tremor shakes our foundations. Frightening stormy clouds hide the inner sun leaving us almost stripped of the light that guides us and sustains us from the sacred chalice of the heart. It's fear, it's sadness or a flurry of scathing rage. The storm starts us from the still center and now we turn lost at the ends of a spiral. In this shadow cone inhabit hundreds of dragons that attack and threaten. His fire is lacerating, his abysmal texture. How can the fragile human win such an unequal battle?
The journey is long and emotional through the high peaks and deep chasms of this earthly landscape; with a thousand falls, one hundred ravings and the same accumulation of successes and flashes. Dragons always on the prowl. And the lost child seeks the long-awaited exit from the emotional labyrinth. There is a sky, there is a spring, but in the thicket of the forest it seems a paradise impossible to reach. The Sun is something so high, so far away that only wings could be touched. The veil is still dense and the total illusion. Escape, just escape. Fight and attack. The eyes of the soul so asleep cannot perceive the magical world of what is stirred beyond. There are more than a thousand lives and the pearl waits quietly at the bottom of the sea. A unique and masterful treasure. A sublime truth, his deity. When can the bold human find his spiritual gold?
Finally the frustration is total. The young man collapsed, dismantled and rendered before the lethal fire dragon. He has not been able to beat his fierce animal with his weak fist. But it is there in his last hour, before the unfathomable abyss of his own defeat, when he feels the voice of his guiding angel through his faint breath. Then there is a sunbeam, a sigh. A glorious vision descends to his hopeless mind already tired of fighting. And even from his deepest grief he sees his own power and grandeur. His inner eyes open to the great truth and from the top of his soul he contemplates the colossal landscape ecstatic. Your body lights and energizes. The dragons placate. He now feels in the brightness of those big eyes a transcendental connection. The human has been reborn in his spirit of light, and now nurtured by the wisdom and love of a new consciousness he rises above his emotions and dominates them. He then rides his dragon and stands in triumphant flight.
The human is always the owner and creator of every emotion that addresses him . They feed on their own narrow and narrow perception and from the cold shadows they cower. But circumstances never corner it. Not before the threshold of his own death, because this is only a transition. It is the fury or sorrow of that huge animal that catches him. His earthy eyes cannot see the colors of his soul and his inner flame burns barely in his warm heart. Thus in the shadows of this illusion it is believed small and vulnerable, and dragons always lurk. But in the awakening of his conscience, in the resurgence of a new vision, compassion and love are so great that emotions fall under his power and control. And from them he gets his precious gift.
They are our dragons. And when we look at our emotions with this new power and love them, they calm down and show their meekness and faithful surrender. Then the sky becomes so blue and so clear ... hugging now a translucent Earth with the face of a beautiful woman. And we mounted on the back of our majestic friend we rise and undertake the magical journey. The soul enjoys the game with joy and passion. The hills float over an abyss and the white clouds are ethereal, like silk threads. Everything is sublime. Everything sounds harmonious and beautiful as in a sweet song.
And with this great vital force we cross paradise, we conquer Eden. On the flight we feel the glory and ecstasy of this great power. We touch the Sun and with it we merge into a sea of incomparable peace and deep silence; a golden sphere that oozes a feeling of love and eternal home. It is our own heart, our own light, that we feel one with the flow of life, with the sacred beat of God that pulses gloriously in the vibrant Universe.
© 2010 | Sandra Gusella
www.humanitylight.com
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