The shadows shifted, falling around the lovers in waves probing
tugging sucking them under the current of the night.
Sucking and lapping at their feet like the tide ..stretching its hungry fingers up onto the beach...
Sucking at the shoreline, wareing it slowly down.
The time was coming soon
when all crosses would be broken in half left to dance
on their side, Made to stand on their own two feet made to stand for something left to run mad without protection.
The time of the rising tide, time of the comet, of the great unrest of the involutions (inner revolutions) (half invocation half revolution) (invoking oneself into greater and greater levels of being). Most of all, this was the time of the Tree. It was beginning to become visible to those who were ready to see.
The Tree of Life has long been a symbol of many things, holding the secrets of the universe in its branches opening and closing like hands to reveal and to conceal.
Do you come with good intent? Then you see this...Do you come with bad? You get this... The way it shall always be
always has been.. Everyone sees themselves in everything they encounter that is how the pure things are kept safe from those who wouldn't understand them.. Thru simple misunderstanding.
As usual people f ailed to grasp the whole significance
of it. They saw the tree and they saw themselves as separate from it, with it only a cool philosophical concept to give them a glimpse of something more. Truthfully a glimpse is about all most can handle . People see exactly what they allow themselves to see. In other words, what they can take in without going insane. People spend their whole lives climbing in one direction or another or staying where they are running in place. Never grasping that the tree is a symbol of each of us. Roots growing downward into the Earth...Branches stretching up towards the Sun and rain, firmly planted in the soil drinking in the water and energy of the Earth, giving back
energy and oxygen to the world, branches always stretching up growing, as the roots grow deeper into the Earth, as the tree grows tracing the y ears in layers like an onion...
People grow like this too if they let themselves.
building a solid foundation, coming to terms with one's past,
nourishing the roots, seeing the beauty in the ugliness and pain that went before, seeing how it made the soil more rich and fertile for the s alt it added in tears..
Finding the environment in which one feels truly safe.. One must feel safe to reach high and concentrate on what one wants.. As much as hardship eggs us on, To really enjoy what we achieve we must feel safe somewhere, we must have a place to escape to a place that represents our roots in the ground
where nothing can ever disturb us, not inside, not where it counts. Stretching our arms out to the sky we can see the burgeoning dawn and possibilities unfolding with each one we take another comes into being...so we follow t he trail of breadcrumbs and ride the lightning thru the sea of illusion straight into our heart's true country, the place that is to us what the ocean is to a drop of salt water.