I have found a sacred alter in my heart, a safe haven that is my refuge from the outer world. It is a sacred space deep inside my soul. I discovered it out of striving to survive in such a complex and sick world. I haven't developed thick skin or become callused to images of violence. I gave up years ago watching the news and T.V. When watching movies, which I rarely do, I still cover my eyes. I guess now that I'm divorced I'm going to have to figure out for myself when it's safe to look again. The last movie I saw was Cloud Atlas and I felt queasy throughout the whole thing. I didn't enjoy it as my body would just relax and I would be drawn back into the movie only to be jarred again by another bloody brutal scene. I was angry at myself for being so sensitive and decided I really needed to get over this issue. That was my mother's anger and voice though haunting me from childhood, I never did care for that voice.
On the way home I realized my body, especially my solar plexus has responded this way all of my life to violence and it is telling me something. I decided that I really needed to listen and honour this innate wisdom, because maybe it's not me with the problem maybe it's the rest of the world. Being interested in all things spiritual and a Truth seeker I resonated with the New Age labels like Indigos, Star Seeds, Angelic humans etc. I have a very open mind that is balanced with a healthy skepticism in regards to well a lot of things, I guess.
Lately though I'm becoming even more sensitive as the world is becoming more violent. Every so often I see an image of a mass murder or another terrorist attack in the name of God and that becomes inflamed, emblazoned, burned into my mind. The after image cannot be erased and I just can't understand the tragedy that has occurred, I feel very small and helpless in those moments. So I hold the images in my heart and pray for the victims. I don't channel messages from ascended masters or angels or seem to be able to access higher vibrational thoughts to change my feelings in response to what I see. But I have a very strong trust and intimate relationship to God, not as an impersonal Source of pure positive energy that doesn't care what we do with it as long as we feel good and get what we desire. Nor as an incomprehensible Universe that created itself for it's sole purpose to observe itself which is also very narcissistic in my humble opinion. No, I run straight into the unconditionally loving arms of my spiritual Father in the Sky and Mother Earth and we together in human divine communion hold the victims and all who are suffering in the reverence of mystical silence. This is the space where it's perfectly okay for me to not understand these senseless barbaric acts. When I stop trying to understand, when I place the image on the alter in my heart. I witness the eternal sacred creative fire and my own very passionate fiery human Spirit being cooled by holy waters that have fallen from every single human being who has been born of the earth since the beginning of time. When our heart's open wide enough we are embraced by the divine, in the here and now we become One with the living waters that sanctifies all life as it flows from the windows of our eternal souls. We are united beyond space and time through our sacred tears.
There is a gentle strength and peace that comes over me and I'm not alone, I'm not helpless or small in these mystical and holy moments. My feelings are transformed into poetry, into a painting, a prayer, a song. I become inspired towards a deeper commitment and extra effort on my part to stay consciously connected not perfect but whole. Returning to Soul over and over again and experiencing my eternal nature in this way, I'm and choosing to grow in love and not fear. I believe apathy, through hardened hearts disconnected souls and spiritualized ego's is actually our own greatest enemy.
So here is a little poem for you that goes with my artwork. It was an invitation a few month's ago from the guardian's of my own soul to commune with them in worshipping Creator.
Seeds and Beads
Morning's empty mind wakes up,
hearing prayer's echoing through 59 beads wrapped in wire.
Elder's hands holding faith in humbled hearts,
reverently touching seeds from Job's tears.
Praying in a tender glow naturally sweet heart felt devotion.
Held yet free in a sacred embrace of eternal love's reciprocity.
Finally fresh air.
In awe of endless rows of bowed silver locks,
your heart hears.
Come child sit with us,
we see you.
Maggie McLeod ©2014
My prayer for everyone reading this, is this...
May you enter into the sacred space of your own heart,
by keeping it soft yet protected.
May you feel the gentle warmth of your own Soul's eternal light.
Guiding you every step of the way closer to the divine.
So you can cultivate peace,
and be the calm in the storm.
The storms are going to keep coming fast and hard at times,
and you and your loved ones and every person you encounter.
Will need to find shelter in the midst of a sometimes overwhelmingly dark, cruel and cold world. Shelter yourself in small acts of kindness. May we all come to know how deeply and truly loved, we are and always have been and always will be in so many ways, it is beyond our wildest imaginings.May you hear the call to come home, and find your self embraced by the beloved within, wrapped in the warm glow from the sacred Mystery of your Holy Being.
and so it is...
