Awakening my soul,
From slumber I was unaware
It was sleeping,
Feeling the radiant power
Of thought turned into idea,
Transformed into action,
Cycled back again,
Layers pulled back,
Reveal parts of self I’ve yet to meet,
And as I come to know them,
Mystical mists sweep me to otherworlds,
Open hidden passageways,
And as I step through I am alone,
But supported,
I am evolving,
In faith and mind,
To be closer to the cosmos,
Both in and creating me,
And this is just the beginning.
Tag: mysticism
Awakening Showers
While in the hospital last year I experienced an awakening. As my treatment progressed, self-care was my primary concern (as a mom self-care is often neglected). I slowly became accustomed to caring for my own vessel as I might a new babe; therein it is fitting that patients here were given Johnson & Johnson’s baby wash to bathe.
In bathing, as I was cleansed with this scent of infancy, under a large rain-like shower head I was overcome by beauteous imagery. I could envision myself, as myself, and also of a diety carefully bathing, and from the soapy froth forming creation, light, and life; A goddess carefully combing her hair and the lose strands that fell becoming new beings, out of the coils- bits of divine DNA. How carefully she would need to care for herself, to keep all of existence in balance. Every move the being made, having an impact on heavenly bodies and their atmospheres, on the weather of the cosmos- all related to her own equilibrium.
I went to then mediate, and write on this. I felt a humbled and yet honored sense of connection as I had been gifted a vision that I might best be able to understand the powers that be, and how to grasp the importance and lesson of caring just as delicately for the life that is me. My heart swells with disbelief and amazement for the images bestowed upon me, which are beyond my normal scope of thinking. I am in awe of how such thoughts came to me, and of considering: why? I continue to wonder of this experience and recognize new meanings for my own being, and for others, for the earth, nature, all of which are in need of care, as even a mother deity would need, in order to keep the everything well cared for. I think of the advice on airplanes to put on one’s own oxygen mask first, and on the idea that “cleanliness is next to godliness”, — I appreciate that in letting myself accept the open arms in a hospital setting, and baring myself to the unknown, I Iet in a light that I had been warding off while not taking the same care with myself, as I had others, and thereby not leaving space for the divine to enter.
To Be a Mystic
A mystic
I have been told I am,
But what does that really mean?
Am I cross-legged meditating?
Or walking through the woods?
Am I receiving images, messages,
Through Divine reinterpretation?
Am I using my mind to deduct reality from what we think reality is?
Am I communing with spirit?
Questioning the limitations of a term such as “God”, against the vastness of the unknown?
Am I a skeptic, a believer, a seeker?
If this is what is meant to be a mystic
I confess,
A mystic,
I am.
An Awakening
It was psychosis,
It was misread input,
It was not true,
But it was real,
And like Alice I fell,
Down a hole,
Into a world,
This world but new
That i’ll never fully understand,
My interpretations of this time
Shift with time,
And it made sense as insanity,
But now I see perhaps the dots connected,
But my fear of them was what was misplaced,
There is a world inside our minds
We may come to know,
It breaks all rules of reality,
And leaves one questioning sanity,
Intuition hints at it’s existence,
And slumber gives a glimpse,
There is more to this
Than meets the eye,
There is more,
More,
A deeper meaning,
Another plane,
Another layer to this reality,
Where impossibilities suddenly make sense,
And messages are within patterns, seemingly ordinary,
There is more to this domain,
It takes an Awakening,
To see it plain
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