I feel lightness when traveling by train now, because on each trip, rekindle in me the Golden Light touching my heart. I still listen to mantras and songs just for the pleasure of being happy. Sometimes, the Sun seems to board too and fill the carriage with its luminosity, softening the air, warming people and everything becomes familiar. I notice that people with apparent imbalances seem to want to settle down close to me, perhaps with a certain curiosity or, who knows, they feel there is a place to be in stillness. I think that, without realizing it, I am inviting them, and I imagine my arms reaching out, opening in colors of compassion to envelop them.
Unexpectedly the plumes of mystery can surprise me and touch my face like the wing of a butterfly. It’s when my soul touches people or the world around me, and understanding is drawn in lacy landscapes, woven constellations that fill me with their knowledge. The body vibrates and waves of thoughts flow simple, natural, like syntheses — and I just know. There is surprise, satisfaction and joy when the wave reaches the shore of my consciousness and is exposed to the densities, nourishing existence. A child’s laughter echoes in the creative silence. It’s like living the music. Perhaps this laughter reverberates in people’s hearts and the feathered mystery caresses them too, in their own way.
In Nature, music seems to set the scene, govern the ethers and life. Just feel more slowly, contemplate, be there, and it reveals itself. Its gentle, nurturing lullaby tells me that I am home, God lives in my heart, and all is well.
Gaia conceived my body and, since then, presents me with everything I need to keep it healthy. And it is in the silence, in my body, that I feel Gaia most intimately, involving each cell, each fiber, each particle of me with her energy, her consciousness. And the mystery that emanates from my depths, graciously invites me to remember Gaia, that I am Gaia — I Am.
Ancestral knowledge reveals itself little by little, in the breaths of this mysterious breeze and its sublime song. They are evanescent truths that I recite to the Universe in memories and affirmations of me — my little seeds of light. And my body vibrates in celebration, because, even if simple, there is music. There is joy, for even if only for a brief moment, this creation ascended and made the ineffable God dance.
January 11, 2020
Maris. 