Day 23 The ABC's of Advent, Letter W

And Day 23--caught up again. Blessed Be!

W is for Womb...
W is for Wisdom...

The Womb has probably been the most used image of God for me for a while now. Even without me realizing it, and probably since the last year at the Cenacle, 2007. In prayer, I feel encircled and held. In fear and aloneness, I feel encircled and held. And constantly I hear, "Safe am I".

Ordinarily I don't like the fog. I discovered a few years back that I'm a tad claustrophobic, and the fog has always felt stifling, especially driving in it. I usually find myself anxious and stressed in the fog, slightly unable to breathe. But the last couple of months, the fog we've experienced this Fall has felt delicious. I've felt carried in the Womb, safe, held, encircled. What makes the difference? Haven't a clue, except it's been really wonderful.

A few weeks back, we engaged a passage in Romans, where Paul talks about "the flesh". Jim Clark (who put together the format of TAEHS), simply clarified that Paul's use of the term, "the flesh" probably was what we refer to as "the self". And something just popped for me. I understand that language. And for several days, I lingered in the vision of this mandala, the little self held inside the Great Self, the Womb.

And MY connection to the Source of all life? My connection is Jesus, and the Spirit of Wisdom that flowed through him, into me, the Christ Spirit. That connection holds me safely always inside something More. And no matter how many "new birth" experiences I have, I'm always the tiny self, being held by the Grander Self, safe in this Great Womb of life.

AND Wisdom? I can't let the moment go without expressing gratitude for Lady Wisdom. She leads me, watches over me, and invites me into friendship with the Holy. That eye of hers is never condemning--she isn't staring at me, checking a list to make sure I'm being a good girl. Instead, she is every watchful, rushing in with her lantern of Light when the way gets too dark. One of the most delicious gifts of the catholic world, is the book of Wisdom that was stricken from the Protestant bible. It's a shame. It's one of my favorite books of scripture. Lady Wisdom, Sophia, Proverb...She Is.

Blessed Be.

Day 22 The ABC's of Advent, Letter V

VOID...unoccupied, vacant, devoid or destitute, having no effect or result, ineffective, capable of being nullified, total absence of something normally present, to empty the contents of...

Except that quantum theory is now finding that NOTHING is every "void". What appears to be "void" is full of generative energy, and the moment there appears to be "nothing", "something" pops into being. Isn't that just the coolest!

A number of years ago, Love took me through a process of "subtraction", which I now know as the Via Negativa, and one day I heard Love whisper, "Beloved, I only empty in order to make full."

Then, as I was beginning to lose my image of God, I attended a What the Bleep workshop at the Cenacle, and learned about the Every-Generating Void. That became my new image of God--until I lost it, too.

I've recently learned that, in Eastern religious art, the white lotus represents the pure soul. Not that we ever get there, but that's what Love is aiming for as we go through this Dark Night, this Great Void. There is a reason. There is a goal. For the Void is never really Void--for the Generative Life Force walks among us.

Blessed Be.

Intuition - The Zygogenesis of Partnership

I bless the Lord who gives me counsel in the night;

also my heart instructs me.

Psalm 16.7

Animated by something other than reason, the seed planted
becomes fully alive in the heavy soil of Night.
Consciousness breaks like Day through what appears as
Darkness and Death, fully and completely
energizing the seed, bringing same to
fruition. What has caused this apparently dead kernel to
germinate, exploding root Downward into
heavy, heaving earth?
Intoxicated with an undeniable
joy, this suddenly alive
kernel, once dead, reaches for new Life.
Limited only by its own deeply-held pattern of truth held in the
matrix of Time and Eternity, this kernel
nudges with life, also Upward, as if driven by some
olfactory sense toward the Light, breaking ground into a
profusion of form: a flower, a tree, an answer
quickly coming with no explanation. The mind and the soul finally at
rest, the heart
stilled.
Time has become a haven, the
ulterior motive of the All: to teach the patient act of seeming
vanity, simply to
wait,
xeno,
yielding only to the familiar but unseen Source of it all, the true
zygogenesis of Partnership.