“The whisper of an opening in our awareness is a symphony of light for all to see.”  CL, The Sweet Spot, August 2017

“In its essence, scrying is the practice of looking with the belief that things can be seen.” CL from writings, July 2016

For me the richest experiences happen when beautiful truths that we know in theory become our lived reality. In these golden gate moments, truths such as “All Is Love” and “We Are All One” climb down from the shelf-of-lofty-ideas and become ground level real. They take shape as a bodily knowing we feel in every fiber of our being. They change us as we become radiant from within.

Today (8-8) was one of those glorious days where the truth became fleshy and felt, and I’m writing to share the Lionsgate blessings. While the lucid dream journey I’m recounting was “mine,” in the end I feel like it has little to do with me. Such symphonies of light belong to all of us. I may be a vehicle communicating some words, but the energy transcribed is here to illumine our shared reality and a way of being in harmony with each other and life itself.

I took my psychedelic journey within the container of a Continuum dive using the substance-free practices of sound, breath, fluid movement, and imaginal inquiry. The experience drew on many traditions that span thousands of years, so some elements may be familiar to you. 

The subject of our exploration was three sacred pools. Our task was to arrive and gaze, to scry if you will, and to see what was reflected and revealed.

Each pool (lower belly, heart center, and head) offered a myriad of insights and gifts, but I’m sharing today about one in particular. The divine heart pool provided the most powerful movement from cognitive concept to embodied, experiential reality. 

And so we enter. As I traveled through the microcosmic orbit of breath and sound and arrived at the heart, the first thing I noticed was how clear it was. There was no color, just a pristine visibility in every direction unlike anything I’ve experienced in this earthly realm. The heart, it appeared, was all about seeing clearly.

The visionary scope was endless. From within this pool I could behold everything from every vantage point with absolute precision and transparency.

My first vantage point was from the center looking outward (while I am describing spatial relationships and calling it a pool, these words fall short…it was more like an endless orb of clear space without boundary in which awareness was).

As “I” began looking outward in 360 degrees, I realized this is what it feels like to be a single point of perception, i.e. a person, living at the center of her co-created world.

Then I realized I could also look inward from all vantage points, meaning take turns as “everyone else” looking at “me.” Not only that, I could experience the inward and outward perspectives simultaneously.

Here in the heart pool, I beheld a much vaster perception of what life looks like through “me” (so clear and ongoing, no distortion or blind spots, such a full experience of emptiness and fullness), and also an infinite variety of how of how others perceived “me”  – enlivening revelations!

I saw a good deal of unconditional love full of honoring and non-hierarchical connection in all directions. I also saw that some “looked up” from a point they might have perceived as lower, and some “looked down” with superiority. Every thought, judgement, and perception, whether mine of everything else or everything else’s of me, was infinitely clear.

Then I became curious about what was beyond all of these points of perception. My attention was guided into what felt like the space around and beyond. At some point as I explored “out” into this endless space, all distinction ended. All of the perceptions had dissolved into a single, unified space of awareness. 

In that moment, this perspective became the greatest truth I knew. And I don’t mean “knew” as a cognitive idea but rather as a full-body-and-being reality. I’ve known it well in concept (and several times in experience) – that we are all aspects and expressions of the One, that we are all the same Being in the end…and yet to to experience it so completely from everywhere all at once was magnificently new.

But the most wondrous revelation was what came next, and it was this: Every single vantage point, whether holding hatred or adoration, whether neutral or nothing, was actually all the same thing. Every perspective was born of the same field, thus all was a single gaze. That gaze was Love. 

Hatred, when traced to the root of the root, was Love. What? Adoration or disdain, when experienced from the seed point of the bud of the bud, were both Love. They were completely different experiences born of the same energy. The only variable was how “far” the energy stream had travelled from the Source point, much like an old-fashioned game of Telephone where the end message becomes totally unrecognizable from the original.

I played in this for a while, surfing between form and formless, noticing. Differentiation offered the variety of experience. Return of awareness to the Source point dissolved the illusion separation. Being fully aware of these oxymoronic experiences simultaneously became the embodiment of Love.

When we were complete with the communion with each pool, we were to make an offering. My offering to the heart pool was devotion, a promise to endeavor to re-member this truth in every circumstance. To know that all of the distinctions I experience are the same One Love. To live that truth. 

This is how a visionary experience can become a practice. For what is the point of a vision if it doesn’t become an embodied, shared reality? This is what we would call the “action plan” of the dream (whether that dream be sleeping or waking).

I realize I may lose the embodied experience of this truth  again. I have before. But if I do, I will find my way back more readily to this knowing that can’t be un-known. It will expand and grow until the deepest truth is all that remains. For that is the nature of Love. It becomes us. Fully, completely, without end.

May it be so for all of us.

Love,

Christine