I had only 40 minutes to spend outside on my lunch break at work to try and see the eclipse. My coworkers say there is too much cloud cover. I say "It will peak through eventually." When I go out, there are only clouds. But I had felt the energy building all evening, so I sit down to take advantage of this quiet time to soak it in and listen.
Between the sun and the moon. The gods are talking. Everything seems amplified. I open my chakras, ask for my blocks to be torn down, for what no longer serves me to be stripped away. I ask for my true self and purpose to shine through.
A desire rose up in me, and formed a single statement... I want to be a shaman for this age.
The statement was acknowledged. "It is in you but there is work to do, even as it is being done now."
Should I worry about ego, about my motivation? "When you continue down the right path, the question of ego is a circular thing. Once you are there, to be selfish IS to care for the others that are you, it becomes the same."
I contemplate this sameness. I have a conversation with the universe about divine love.
I look at the time. Ten more minutes.
I look up, and the constantly shifting clouds finally reveal Her. Like a glimmering eye, a crescent sliver, being birthed before my eyes. I cannot touch her with my hands any more than I can my own heart, but She feels just as close. There are no more words.
Just... faith.
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