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The Three Cosmic Zones
The Above, the Heavens, the Higher Realms, the Cosmic, the Celestial Planes, the stars. The gateway to worlds that lie beyond our own – out of reach of our current understanding or perception. Shambhala, the retreats of the Masters and Great Ones, the halls of the Angels or castles in the sky depicted in myths, legends and fairy tales. Turrets, floating islands above where the imagination can stretch to, the eagles nests, the land on top of the beanstalk hidden by clouds.
Magical discoveries await, for they do not share the same Laws as the Earthly Planes. Golden eggs and the music of harps – choruses of angelic choirs as inspired as the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. We like to look up. It is natural to wonder what lies beyond our sphere of knowing – beyond the reaches of the globe that is our Earth to the billions of stars and galaxies visible to us – but a small portion of the non-visible.
Some say we are living many parallel lives in different dimensions – all occurring simultaneously at the same moment. Some claim to visit these other realms. Some travel in their dreams or fly astrally, attached to the Earth by a silver cord as they travel through our solar system and beyond. Some visit in meditation, communing on many levels beyond that which we see and comprehend in a waking state. Others walk with the Gods and journey below, into the Underworld, the Netherworld or dark regions, the subconscious realms, the caverns and caves within the Earth, the Void – the unspeakable or unknowable space between all matter – the realm of Anti-matter.
Another area of much speculation. Shamans walk between worlds easily, communing with the gatekeepers, holding an awareness of the way of all things, the great flowing river between darkness and light and the twilight. Perpetual dusk, the borders of the zones – dawn as light emerges and dusk as it is replaced with night as shadows are consumed and the stars emerge, one by one to guide the way.
Holding a lantern, the Hermit stands with us as he lights the path we must take towards greater understanding – towards uncovering the truth of our origins, of our place, of the part that we play in the Universe beyond the small imaginings we might have of our self. Eternally present, our soul essence – our eternal accumulated wisdom, embedded, ingrained, encapsulated within the energy systems we may call our own. Beyond time and space, eternally in the Now, ever-present and with us whether alive or dead – departed from the Earth and operating on another plane of existence.
An egg: a golden egg of light, encompassing us. Our container, the receptacle, a form yet of no form. Glowing with energy, radiant like a star – never dimmed. The lamp that is held out to us the mirror of the light we must discover within. The flame we must ignite within our heart that will grow in brilliance, fanned by our enthusiasm and intent until we can hardly contain ourselves – for we expand beyond the bounds of our physical body and become a beacon.
As we grow in ‘light and understanding’ we embody more light – we become lighter, brighter, more relaxed and joyous and free. Buoyant – prone to float off on flights of fancy, and to experience moments of sheer wonderment. We soften, the hard lines etched into our lives start to fade away until we glow, radiating some type of assurance, not only of self, but trust in life. We forget about being tripped up and focus on skipping instead, flitting from flower to flower to collect the nectar. Life takes on a new hue – a golden tinge, a rosy glow that sustains us and nurtures our spirits.
We trade weary for lively, interested and charming, enchanting – writing the lines of our own fairy tale, becoming the character we most admire through a process of purification. Of letting go of the accumulated dross – transmuting our fears and doubts and anxiety by way of Alchemy – releasing all that is heavy into the flames that will burn until nothing remains.
The phoenix is reborn from such an inferno, rising with its golden wings, unsinged by heat – into the air, the Above, a higher perspective we too may gain if we are prepared to visit the realms of our own despair, or meet ourselves on a dark night of the soul. For it is only when we have to courage to go within, to enter the labyrinth – to face the fearsome creatures that live in the dark and conquer our fears – that we are able to bring new aspects of ourselves ‘to light’. Shedding our old skin, releasing our burdens and casting aside our woes. Throwing the sand bags from our balloon, one by one, that we may take off and enjoy the view. Floating without the cares that bind us to the physical plane.
The devil in the Tarot, the chained toad, and the ties that bind us in the form of belief systems – trapping us into thinking we are limited, that we have no way out, that we are victims. A living form of hell: demons depicted mocking us, eternal torment – nothing but our own imagined problems waiting to be overcome. Transformed, as we are, through our acknowledgement and awareness of them.
Staring our demons in the face. Taking inventory of our supposed failings. Facing what we’ve been avoiding. Uncovering everything we’ve chosen to sweep under the carpet. Finding forgiveness. Letting go of our own forms of self-punishment as we continue to see ourselves as guilty, and moving on to compassion, not pity. Exonerating our behaviour because we can see the results of it – the consequences – and therefore have benefited from our actions, we are changed and must be pardoned, for fairness begins with the way we treat ourselves.
Delving into the depths of our being to discover who we are, warts and all, is the journey where we peel away the illusions we have created that keep us from our own truth.
Layer by layer we must wipe away the dust from the haunted house of our psyche, finding the skeletons within our closets, hearing the echoes of the past and the footsteps – the repeat patterns that keep playing out – chasing the ghosts from our halls. Opening the curtains to let the rays of light shine into the room, stale air replaced by the scent of the garden as the windows are thrown open. Relief floods in. No longer needing to hide we are exposed, yet free. For nothing can touch us when we have nothing to be afraid of.
One by one we master our fears through a series of initiations – experiences where we attract them into our lives then learn to overcome or disperse them, if we are brave enough. If not they remain, only to manifest in ever-more complex forms until we are willing to say ‘enough’ and tackle the central issue – the cause, the record that keeps playing over and over until we acknowledge its existence.
We’re good at blocking things out – we’ve developed selective hearing on many levels. We’re also good at tucking away our feelings and hiding our deeper desires – we’ve learnt the art of compromise. We ignore our own instincts that arise in favour of the logic we can find. Justifying our actions is a favourite pastime if we’re deliberately avoiding facing behaviour that makes us uncomfortable. It’s easier to ignore it, to keep the nagging feelings at bay, to actively suppress the warning signs that appear to tell us that perhaps what we are doing is not in our best interests. Discomfort, nausea, a feeling of dread, any form of slight sickening, or pending doom, or deflation, or stress, or nervousness that is accompanied by physical symptoms indicates that somewhere we are encountering resistance. That all is not flowing effortlessly and easily as it should but we’ve hit a glitch, a rough patch, something we sense is not right, or doesn’t sit well or comfortably with us, or that puts us ‘on alert’.
The trick comes with discernment. The more we get to know and love these feelings, the more accurately they serve as the signals we may live by. Learning to listen and to read them is an art – beginning simply with the act of noticing when they occur, and then monitoring them, as we contemplate different courses of action we could take or paths we could follow – weighing up the benefits of each as we are prone to do when deciding.
Discerning the difference between our own fear and reluctance, or resistance, and something else we are picking up – mistrust of a situation or a person, or a sense that ‘all is not as it seems’, or that we are just not meant to be pursuing this direction – it’s not filling us with excitement or making us think about possibilities, it’s sitting heavily as a burden, a weight on our shoulders or mind, a responsibility we are ‘taking on board’, not to be ‘taken lightly’ and therefore, hardly likely to be in our best interests, if this is what we’re feeling.
The more accustomed we become to monitoring the nuances, the better informed we become of our own motivations and our own attempts at deceit and distraction. Self-sabotage or passing blame – when we look at the patterns it’s all the same. Anything that stops us from feeling great is ready to be taken from our plate. The lighter we feel the brighter we become – we find a bounce in our step and new reasons to smile, as we discover life is smiling on us. We are fortunate, blessed, glad to be alive and facing these tests. They are gifts that allow us to grow, as we get to know ourselves. To be our own best friend. To embrace our faults and weaknesses, and love every part of ourselves equally. Self-love and acceptance – permission to be who we need to be rather than fit into a mould we weren’t made for. A celebration of our uniqueness, instead of highlighting our differences and trying to make sense of them.
An awakening of our true talents – our own perspective on life and our own way of expressing it, by tapping in to our own knowledge. Leading rather than following – trusting that we know the answers and not needing to seek them from others, or from books, or the learned – because we have direct access to whatever we need for our own growth.
Seeing everything for what it really is – a myriad forms of expression creating the whole, not one better than another, all expressing a different point of view we may get to know in order to grow – building or expanding our awareness to encompass many perspectives, all trying to express the same thing. Fragments of the whole, the pieces of the puzzle coming together to form a single vision. Our part equal to any other, for they are all equal. Just because one voice is louder than another’s or some thrust themselves forward, or manufacture an image, does not mean our expression is less valid.
Each and every one of us has something to share, to contribute and offer to the collective – to humanity – to the chorus of voices, to the creative pool that gathers every drop of wisdom, and that continues to expand and gain understanding of itself through acceptance of each different way of looking at things. None of us are alike yet each of us are the same – we share the same dreams and desires and motivation – we long to be free to be who we need to be.
The Middle Earth, the middle zone, the overlap, the present, or visible, or current understanding of reality – time and spatial constraints, the boundary of our existence, transcended in an instant if we are willing to let go of any preconceived ideas about who we are and why we are here. Allowing instead, with eyes full of wonder like a child, life to take us by the hand and show us, guiding us through every step, just how incredible it can really be. Welcoming synchronicity, setting aside notions of how things are meant to be and letting life take us by surprise – can we believe our eyes?
Dropping the veils that cover the truth,
We begin to experience the joy of our youth,
The journey back to where life begun,
Pure delight, unclouded by expectation of what is to come.
Anticipation and eagerness replace fear of failure,
Belief in miracles surpasses jaded behaviour,
Collecting the goodness we savour each day,
Step by step, we are shown the way.