Friday, September 26, 2008

Radiant Vessel

The following vision occurred on 4/21/07 during a workshop called “Revealing the Goddess Within” led by Rev. Terry zumMallen.

Rev Terry led us into meditation describing a scene of earlier ages where women of desert areas came to the community well to get water for their families. She asked us to picture a stone well and the women coming to it, only this well contained the water of life, the water that quenches the deep longing, the holy thirst in our soul. She asked us to visualize whom among our female ancestors we would want to see waiting at the well for us, whom among the females of our families gave us the unconditional love and nourished us with the water of life.

In my vision, I saw the old, round stone well. And rather than an ancestor appearing at the well, I saw a curvaceous, clear-glass vase, or vessel, rise from the well and hover just above the stone rim. The vase was comfortably two-thirds full of pure, cool, life-giving water from the Source. The edges of the water shone with the crisp white of sunlight passing through it. Suddenly the water began to glow, the illumination coming from within it and radiating everywhere (as with the Vessels of Peace, a radiant container). I could feel the warmth of the rays on my face and body where I faced the vase.

Then from the vase a tender green bush rose up, rapidly branching out and attaining a surprising height. At the ends of its gracefully curved branches sprung small, lacy, light-green fruits. All at once the fruits started dropping from the branches into the open, upturned mouths of human beings standing below them, like baby-bird beaks opening for food from the mother. As the human beings swallowed the fruit, it began to illumine their bellies and a glow to radiate from them. But each being did not realize what was happening until he or she noticed that another’s belly was glowing and quickly checked to discover that his or her own belly was as well. Each began to quietly chuckle and watch with amazement as the glow brightened into radiant beams of light, which crossed and merged with those from another person, then another, and then another. And the light grew in strength with each fruit consumed and each merging, until bright, radiant beams spread all across the flat, parched land. And where the beams fell over the land, precious green fruit bushes sprung up out of the barren land.

Symbiosis












The following vision arose in a meditation on 4/3/07.
In an ancient desert landscape, a vessel of water is set before me. I do not see the person who sets it down. The vessel is stunning in its detail. It is an unusually shaped, ancient water carrier—tall and cylindrically slim, elegant. It is perhaps two feet tall and six inches in diameter. It is formed of dark brown, treated leather that has been hardened and made waterproof. Around the sides of the vessel, a golden woven-grass fabric has been fused to the leather. A decorative border of the thick brown leather encircles the top and makes a vertical strip up the side. A shoulder strap is attached at each end of the vessel. The opening of the vessel sits on the top, covered by a snug, circular leather plug with a small pull tab attached. The plug is connected to the vessel by a thin strip of leather so that when the vessel is open, the plug hangs down its side. There is no pour spout. To obtain water, one inserts a long, slender dipper. The detail and quality of the workmanship is captivating.

I am handed the dipper that now holds a small, upright green plant with bulbous roots or rhizomes. There is no water in the dipper, simply the plant with its clean, bulbous roots. I am puzzled how such fat roots appear to fit in the small bowl of the dipper. I am instructed that the plant can survive because it is able to sustain itself through the ability of its roots to hold water for long periods of time. However, it must have water eventually. In fact, it flourishes when it has a regular supply of water. The two must work “symbiotically;” The plant needs the water and the water needs to nourish the plant.

The dipper and plant are then lowered together into the vessel and when gently pulled out again, clear water covers the roots in the bowl. Now that the plant has been dipped, the water in the vessel is poured out in a stream that flows into other containers, and a crowd of women suddenly appears, eager and jostling each other for the water.

A man appears. He wants very much to participate in this water pouring and gathering, but he cannot do it. He doesn't have the patience and he quickly erupts into frustration, anger, and panic. Inwardly his heart is crying out to be a part of it, and he is ashamed that he cannot control his behavior or remain peaceful. He doesn't know what to do with the agony rising within him. Suddenly, he turns to face one of the women, and with a large paint brush begins painting furiously on her dress over her heart area. The paint on the brush is thick, but not thick enough for him. He tries sticking chewed chewing gum all over the area to plaster it up. As he does this, the woman stands still and centered. She looks directly at him, sorrowfully, trying to make eye contact. He will not allow the connection, and therefore, cannot receive her compassion.

At this point, only a few women remain and many children appear. They all appear to be developmentally disabled, and agitated. They cannot use language for some reason. They wave their arms wildly at the women and make angry shouting noises and grunts. They gnash their teeth and drool. I am puzzled by this scene; has the development of all children been obstructed, I wonder. The women make no move to comfort the children or defend themselves. They simply stand quietly, holding peace and radiating love.


Meeting with Ascended Masters

from 5/21/06 meditation
Tonight I am introduced to a council of ascended masters. I am surprised that they are all male. They tell me it is of no concern; it is only appearance. The setting is an ethereal Greek temple with pillars, and the cosmos for a ceiling. The masters all wear long, white robes and sit at a semi-circular table. I stand in front of the table. They introduce themselves as the Great White Brotherhood and then come from around the table to stand with me. One pours a small amount of oil on the top of my head and dots my third eye with it also. They tell me I am now anointed, initiated. I am to begin working with them and go forth with confidence. I am to use my gifts to serve the I Am presence. One of the masters in particular will work with me. He steps forth and tells me his name. I somehow did not see him when they originally introduced themselves. The others tell me that he is younger than they are, but he is just as evolved.

I join them at their table, which has now become circular. We sit in stillness and I experience their love, auniversal love, and a feeling of confident peacefulness. Sitting with them, I feel ancient. I see a review of all the work I have done in this lifetime to reach this point. I am certain that from this point forward I can walk with confidence and the knowing of my connection with All That Is.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

I Am with You


from 3/6/07 meditation
This evening's meditation was difficult. I couldn't quiet my mind. However, toward the end, a strong feminine presence arrived and announced, “I am the Magdalene. I am with you. I am here to bring breath to life, to give breath to the story, my story.”