In a split-level duplex on Denver’s west side where the gold dust and booze overflowed from the previous century, someone appeared at a newlywed couple’s abode.
“Did you see what just happened?” The unison chant broke the silence as, bolting awake with adrenalin pumping, they sat up at once and described an identical take on the bold basement visitor’s last fading flash that remains an indelible clip in this vividly witnessed and oft-replayed film even fifty years after the trip:
At the headboard, a rustle of taffeta stirs in the mystical opening scene as an elegant lady comes slowly in view from the rear as she glides in between man and wife unaware that we sleep on the grave of society superimposed on a future dimension with tenuous thread, its connection as yet undisclosed.
Like Miss Kitty, complete with a bustle and hat, she is dressed to the nines for the day in a matching plaid number befitting her role as a fashion plate walking away.
Then she ever-so-gracefully raises her skirt, stepping down from the foot of the bed, still not floating but moving with purpose and poise through the wall of the closet ahead.
“Darkness will be preferred to light, and death will be thought more profitable than life; no one will raise his eyes to heaven; the pious will be deemed insane, and the impious wise; the madman will be thought a brave man, and the wicked will be esteemed as good.” -The Prophecy of Thoth
There will come a time, the ancients said, when Planet Earth is severed from the Spirit. As mystics strive to reconnect the thread with sacred speech, the people will not hear it.
Redemption must go deeper than the words to overthrow the pattern of stagnation in human consciousness that undergirds our currents of decline in co-creation.
For only when the willingness of one and all anothers unified by reason to forge ahead together has begun will heaven manifest its winning season.
And each alone can activate the glue that binds us to the cosmic retinue.
Since I can never see your face illuminated with the glow of happiness on seeing mine, I’ll hold the image as a sign of ultimate simpatico. Since I can never see your face and never shake you by the hand or wrap you in a warm embrace this mortal side of paradise, I’ll hold another human twice as close to keep the bond in place and never shake you by the hand.
I send my soul through time and space on wings of faith that countermand degrees of gravity. The guise of distance drops when spirits rise. Beyond the elemental strand, I send my soul through time and space to greet you. You will understand without a single word — you’ll know that love has come along to guide my message from the other side and circled back through long ago to greet you. You will understand.
My soul, innate divinity — the spark of God that lives in me, connecting one with all the universe, your light can penetrate the veil and shine where hateful thoughts assail the finite realm, and easily disperse the darkness of mortality.
With two or three in easy reach, you leap to meet yourself in each, reminding what we didn’t know we knew. As seat of peace and love and joy, you magnify the best, deploy the rest, and fill the spaces through and through without a single breath of speech.
When ego gains a head of steam and plots to keep me in the dream of nothingness, you hold my fear at bay until the balance is restored. You are my wings, my rock, my cord; without you, I would be a chunk of clay instead of holiness supreme.
“Be a feather on the breath of God.” -Hildegard of Bingen
Breathed into being by God’s unbound imagination, I am the essence of everything in all creation, destined to soar on an eagle’s wing above the ranges, gracefully drifting beyond the sound of seasons’ changes.
I am a thread in the downy quilt, beside my brothers, sheltering nestlings from biting cold when darkness hovers. Pivotal, temporal tides may fold but not destroy me, borne on an aerodynamic lilt to guide and buoy me.
I am the spirit of east to west in acquiescence, trusting the flow of the breeze that fanned my holy presence. Once I am given to understand the art of sailing, I will return to the place of rest through God’s inhaling.
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