There is always an ‘after’, have you ever thought of that? What I mean is that we are all looking toward an impending event, an inevitable eventuality that will occur simply because we exist.
We make arrangement about this ‘future’ of ours, we try and infer it, try to prepare ourselves, be ready for what we will encounter, with the actual incident never really manifesting how we conceptualized it.
Sometimes the event itself is like a supernova, a massive bomb, Enola Gay’s ‘Little Boy’ falling onto our tiny sleepy minute lives, annihilating everything in its path. A brutal act, an exposure of past transgressions, the facing of our deepest Daemons, and then it is over just like that.
And often life goes on.
This story, my story, is not about redemption, it’s not about some transcendental miracle that liberates the past, a magical act that ends in doves flying free toward a blue sky, rather it is about acceptance and perseverance, the Philosophers Stone that resides in each of us, a product of the lessons learnt whilst we search for our private Ithaka.
In the Theological books I am studying there is reference to Three main principles, these Three are the predecessors to all the religions on Earth; Water, Fire, Air, or otherwise known as Mercy, Justice and Temperance. There cannot be One without the other Two or else you will either drown, burn or never do anything at all.
Juggling Water and Fire is like drowning and burning at the same time, balancing is an arduous act to master, your one hand is forever cold, the other ablaze, but bring them together and you can achieve harmony, like Goldilocks porridge, not too hot, not cold, but just right.
In this exulted state of being there is nothing left to fear or anticipate, you simply ‘are’. To expect anything else is to deceive yourself and risk expending all that you have worked for. I liken it to being able to see for the very first time, although you are gleaning from the reflection of a great Sea, an Ocean of existence, if you remain very still and balanced the ripples cease to exist and you ultimately discern your own Truth.
Personally I cannot attest to other personal Truths, all I can do is observe from my watchtower in the Mountains and give myself time to become familiar with burning and drowning simultaneously. I know now without a shadow of a doubt there are higher truths, higher purposes at play for each and every one of us, no one is more important than the other, we share the same water and fire, together we make up the same Earth.
Like undulating ripples stretching out into eternity, endlessly returning to us the fruits of own actions, we must take responsibility for the things we have done as a whole, commencing with our own selves. Within each of us is the Breath of our Spirit, encoded with all that is needed to give us the power to carry on, to persevere, to create miracles and make right that which is wrong.
From where I stand I can see a shimmering iridescent translucent veil. If I look closely I shatter the vision and it melts into the background of the gum trees but if I close my eyes I can feel it brush against my cheek and I hear it’s native language that IS the song of birds.
It’s not a Place, or a Path, it is a product of overlapping Place and Path, one atop the other, to endlessly create this special place within us which some know as ‘Heaven’.
I believe this is where we come from, this Divine garden that has its roots within each of us. We water it with the Water of Mercy, keep it alive with the Just Son and breath the Air of our being into it. The more you tend to your Garden the Taller the Tree of Life becomes.
This Tree is planted in the Seat of your Mind, its roots extend into your very Soul, animating everything you see around you. Your life-force comes and returns to it in endless cycles of being, one experience after another.
Deep within it’s core there is the Fruit of Knowledge, a hidden pregnant Pearl, swollen with Wisdom and Understanding, perpetually guarded by the Serpent known as Death.
You can see this Dragon at night, nestled amongst the stars. It is the Alcheringa Rainbow Serpent holding within its sharp Talons everything that was, is or could be.
Guarded by Astronomical Events too immense to contemplate, we are the Children of Eden feeding on the nectar of potential, nothing can harm or destroy us. We are cradled in the Bosom of the Aeons, planted in the Dreams of our Ancestors.
And just like that, like passing clouds dispersed by Aiolos wind, the vision is gone and I open my eyes to a field of golden flowers.
