Meeting the Goddess

In my heart cave a wee pure white butterfly begins sluggishly to move her long neglected wings. As if she is just waking from a very long nap in the cocoon, she stretches the stiff extensions forward then backward creating circulation of the unused flaps. Slowly, she warms up and the flapping increases. Little by little the novice moves and stretches, winding up like an antiquated biplane. Quicker, then a bit more, the speed accelerates, and her wings move freely, loosely. Now they are as the rapid beating fans of a turbo jet as she ferociously beats her wings to fly, to finally fly, as she knows she can, as she knows is her purpose. Her speed of movement forces brilliance of light and love into every aspect of the starved soul; there is little space for cobwebs of darkness in the extreme density of light.

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The day following the healing, my friends and I extended our vacation and visited a sulfur hot springs site in Southern Utah. Natural bubbling ponds are rustically set among sky scraping cliffs and towering trees. Few tourists have discovered the secluded bathtubs in these sacred hills; the experience is reasonably private.

As I floated in the acrid womb of nature, my thoughts and eyes rose towards the blemish-less sky. Pulsating warmth wrapped around me as I floated, the soft heat relaxing me into a likeness of a limp rag doll.

“Anne,” I lazily murmured to my healer friend as she gazed at my mystical glow with a mother-like pride. “I am going to conjure up some eagles.”

Anne just smiled a maternal smile.

Looking high at the towering cliffs I determined where I would build my nest if I were an eagle. There, at the very upper most portion of the mountain was a ledge where I could visualize myself in my protected habitation. It was a vantage point where I could literally see for miles without being vulnerable to predators. I focused my attentions intently at that position hundreds of feet above.

Almost immediately, incredibly, and seemingly out of nowhere jetted two regal bald eagles. They soared high above the scenery, ignoring our human forms down below. Flying free and wild in a well choreographed dance they ceremoniously connected with each other and fell fast towards the ground, splitting apart at the last possible moment before hitting the earth, then skyrocketing once again up to their personal hide away.

Anne’s eyes bulged wide with wonderment. “I have never seen anything like that before in my entire life!” she exclaimed.

My heart swelled, as with tears in my eyes, I thanked the omnipresent essence for indulging my childish whim.

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

The true blessing of witnessing the innate universal power is attainable for all the masses of the cosmos. I am not a chosen one, or rather, we are all the chosen ones. We are all standing on equal ground when it comes to meeting our subjective spirits. It is the prayer of the universal energies that we each eventually greet and have a relationship with our respective souls. As tight buds grow into explosions of magnificent blossoms, so is the refulgent nature of the spirit yearning to bloom.

Copyrighted, 2004, excerpt from Blessings In The Mire by Jan Deelstra. This short excerpt pertains to a spiritual “healing” ceremony that took place only weeks following the death of the author’s son. The guided healing produces an inner meditative experience. No substances are involved.