Redemption

It took 650 hours to create.   

How did I do it? 

Very carefully. 

A slab of crystal isn’t very forgiving when it comes to mistakes. 

The detailed carving has to be done under water.  The slab would shatter and explode in my face if it wasn’t.  I stood at my kitchen sink wearing flipflops with the piece balanced on the edges of the sink as water dripped from the faucet. 

The thing about pouring water on crystal, is that it made everything invisible when I did it.  So all the carving was done by touch.  That meant I couldn’t wear any gloves.  As I carved, splinters and shards of crystal flew off, embedding themselves in my hands and arms.   

From start to finish all I can describe about it is to say that my attention was held.  Psychologists would most likely label it ‘compulsive obsessive’.  What it was, was a state of total surrender.  My concentration was ‘held’ in stillness,  a mantra playing over and over inside my heart and mind. 

From the point of Love
Within the heart of God
Let Love descend
To fill the hearts of Man. 

Through 650 hours of meticulous tedium.  Something I happen to excel at. 

When I do something, I give it all my heart.  I pour all of myself into it.  And have to be reminded most of the time to remember ‘me’.  Remember Love is like yeast.  I can’t give all I have.  I have to hold some back for me in order to grow a new batch.  

Inspiration for the piece came from Plato’s Allegory of the Cave.  In the allegory prisoners are chained to look always on the wall of a cave.  Behind them, burn great fires.  Between the fires and the prisoners there are others, who walk back and forth across the cave, carrying different things.  As they do, shadows are cast on the walls of the cave, for the prisoners to see. To the prisoners, the shadows on the wall are their reality.  Awards are given to those prisoners best able to predict certain happenings based on associating the different patterns of shadows on the wall. 

One day one of the prisoners gets free.  He sees the fires and those moving in front of them.  He sees the shadows on the wall as they are…just shadows.  He also sees the entrance to the cave and walks out of it. 

There, for the very first time in his life, he sees the sun.   He’s sees real Light. It blinds him at first.  Makes his eyes tear up, for before, all he had known was of shadows and darkness. 

Then he remembers his companions, still chained in darkness and shadows.   And decides he must go back.  To carry the truth back to them so that they, too, can be free and see the Light. But when he goes back, it takes a while for his eyes to adjust to the darkness after seeing the Light.  His fellows and companions think him mad and blinded by what he did.  He couldn’t even see anything.  Why would any of them want that?   So they don’t believe him and fight to remain in their chains.

…the allegory of the cave… 

A story about realities based on shadows.  A story of realities based on illusions of things and, not real. 

Do you see my cave? 

Do you see on the horizon the solar eclipse? The sun and moon inseparable? 

In esoteric symbolism the Sun represents Being and the Moon represents Becoming. And I carved no distance, no separation, between them. 

Do you see what Lights up my cave? 

Do you see the Cross? 

The Cross symbolizes Always. 

The horizontal line represents duality, from one polarity to the other, embracing both and all in between.  The vertical line represents all spheres and dimensions.  All aboves and all bellows. 

Always Embraces All Ways. 

This piece is an expression of the Light of redemption I found. 

Within the cave of my own heart.

I made it one Christmas.  As a Gift, A Present. 

I could share with others.

{{sibbia}}…”Seeing is believing, Believing is achieving” brought me a great gift.  She highlighted for me one of our greatest illusions.  Please Be Patient and Understanding with me if I forgot this one, for the number of our illusions is Legion.  I don’t keep all of them on a list I consult at the top of my head.  They’re not even IN my head anymore. 

One of the greatest jokes on ourselves of all times is the idea of ‘becoming’. 

In as much as this idea has been the cause of much misery and suffering, I’m still going to treat it as a joke.  Something to make Light of.  And before anyone of us gets the idea I’m laughing AT us, let me be clear, I’m laughing in appreciation OF us. 

“Becoming”…what an illusion. 

Ranks right up there with the ‘earth is a school room’ bit, where we’re all here to ‘learn’ something.  Uh huh.  It’s ideas such as these that have been used as the foundation of glorifying some personalities over others.  New soul, old soul, indigo child, violet child, crystal child…all comparisons.  All based on contrast and compare, with the purpose to give some of us a lift, by seeing ourselves as superior, or above, or more advanced then, or more authoritative then. 

Such ideas certainly don’t stand up to the ole’ equity test.  But a Whole Lot of us sure have been led around by the nose in believing in these ideas.  In believing any of these ideas have a spiritual foundation to them at all. 

We are of ONE Soul. We are of ONE Spirit. 

The rest is our personality’s desire at self importance, just using supposedly ‘spiritual’ standards this time, instead of the usual physical ones.  The result is still the same: separation. 

“Becoming” a Divine Being. 

As if we’re not, already. That’s the illusion. 

The only thing Deity needs to learn is that it is Deity.   And it’s not even a learning function.  It’s remembrance and recognition.

When my cat had kittens, the kittens didn’t need to learn a whole heck of a lot in order to be cats.  Just as any human child doesn’t have to learn much in order to be human.  We’re simply born that way, just as a cat is born a cat.

And a Child of God is a child of God.  Divine from the very inception of our Being.  Divine, as we were CREATED to be and not dependent upon whatever we have happened to make of ourselves. 

Every moment in our Life, we are Divine Beings. 

Always HAVE BEEN, too. 

And Always WILL BE. 

It’s Self Recognition that makes the difference. One teeny, tiny, little thing, which if realized, opens the cornucopias within us.

Do we recognize we have a WILL?

What do we imagine it is an expression OF? 

Creature or Being? 

How do we see ourselves in relation to ‘God’?

Child or pet?

Hello!

My name is Electra.  I’m an electron.  Currently, I’m serving as a part of a group.  Not all of us in our group are just like me, an electron.  We’ve got some who are pros and some who are new.  Altogether, I think you folks call us “hydrogen”.

I’m so excited about what this monring brings to me in the way of experience, I can hardly sit still.  We joined up with another Hydrogen and an Oxygen group  to become a water molecule.  A bunch of us floated to earth this morning as a snowflake.  That’s why I gotta’ sit still.  if one of us moves, we mess up our pattern.  My place is right here between this hydrogen and this oxygen.  In sharing me, we create the bond that keeps us together.  It’s so cold, all we want to do is hold onto each other as tight as possible, anyway.   We find each other very attractive.

Ohhhh, hear comes the sunrise!  I’m getting all excited!!!!!!  Boy, do I get a charge out of this!  Wheeeee, now I’ve been traded with another molecule.  Our dancing in the Light has begun.  All the molecules are trading us around like partners in a square dance.  Passing us around like a bunch of hot potatoes.  Instead of being rigid, we’re flowing.  Our dance is liquid grace.

Sure is getting hot.  The hotter it gets, the harder it is for us to keep our magnetic bonds.  You know how it is.  Cuddling on a cold wintry night is one thing.  It just gets uncomfortable and unattractive the hotter it gets.  I’ve seen some places in the Universe where it gets too hot to even keep electrons around. 

Uh oh.  There goes another water molecule.  Couldn’t keep it together any longer.  Back to the atmosphere from whence they came.  Probably felt they were about to burn up if they didn’t get some space.  There, they will float on the currents, making new bonds and new friendships.  Experiencing much more in our cooperative adventures, then any one of us could on our own.

I have enjoyed the privilege of serving as a snowflake to grace the beauty of this wintry morning.  Alas, it is time for me to go, too.  If I catch a lift on this breeze, I may be able to come down again tonight somewhere.  Maybe I’ll even comeback this Spring.  Then I can melt again and this time join other flows.  I haven’t been a river or an ocean yet.  Who knows, maybe some day I’ll get the chance to flow through you.   

Bye now!