
The inspiration for this piece came to me at a time when death had struck. Grief was violent, and the pain of abandonment set in. Why? How? I waited, suspended between material and spiritual. Visitation was all that could comfort me now.
“what is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him?” Psalm 8:4 KJVAAE
Such a powerful question, brimming with raw emotion, desperation, and resignation. Or is it so sad? How does one read the question as if coming from a place of innocence, naïveté, and the lack of conditioned thinking? Today I have one answer, but yesterday I had another one. And the day before that was different still. Each day I ponder, but find nothing, or everything. Each day hence I feel, and learn. Tomorrow is new again. The ever changing messages pour in from this one mystery—what is man. Some knowings I have captured, and others still escape words.
Day One The voice of the Lord spoke to me. I heard, and then felt a great rapture. Safety, joy, compassion, and satisfaction were the guiding emotions of the moment. I heard Love:
“You are Beauty. I formed you from the red clay of the Earth….beauty for ashes. This is who you are, son of man. ‘to appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called Trees of righteousness, The planting of the Lord, that he might be glorified.’ Isaiah 61:3 KJVAAE
“You are Wonder. And you are Fearful. This is also how I made you—all experience is freely given you, including darkness and light, pleasure and pain. ‘I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvelous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.’ Psalm 139:14 KJVAAE
“I am mindful of you, as we share the One Mind—the great Noosphere. My mind is your mind. ‘For who hath known the mind of the Lord, that he may instruct him? But we have the mind of Christ.’ 1 Corinthians 2:16 KJVAAE
“I trust you, for you are faithful, and good. You care for me when I visit, and you await my return when I am not close by. That is what man is. “His Lord said unto him, Well done, thou good and faithful servant: thou hast been faithful over a few things, I will make thee ruler over many things: enter thou into the joy of thy Lord.” Matthew 25:21 KJVAAE
“You call out to me, and I hear you. Can you not feel my presence? I rush to you, My visit will soothe you, and restore you. ‘who comforteth us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God.’ 2 Corinthians 1:4 KJVAAE
“I visit you, and abide in you. I Am your subatomic structure, the genome of which I have crafted you. Within the womb of your cells, within the nucleotides, you will find Jacob’s Ladder. This is your access point to Me. As you interact and interface with the double helix, you will understand the mystery of separation and then new creation. I am here. It is in the pattern of cell division and reconstruction. Semi-conservative replication is the great mystery of matter animated by spirit. Come to the library with me.
“You are weary. Rest now, sleep, and I will visit you in your dreams. I await you and will take you anyplace, whether known or imagined. If you let Me, I will show you things you could not even have imagined. ‘And the angel of God spake unto me in a dream, saying, Jacob: and I said, Here am I.’ Genesis 31:11 KJVAAE
“You are strong. ‘The name of the Lord is a strong tower: the righteous runneth into it, and is safe.’ Proverbs 18:10 KJVAAE
“You are Me. “But we all, with open face beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord, are changed into the same image from glory to glory, even as by the Spirit of the Lord.’” 2 Corinthians 3:18 KJVAAE
Day Two Something is different. I am different. The feeling is emptiness. Life is gone awry. What’s happening? Was yesterday merely imagination? Now I conclude anew:
I have sinned against God. “for all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God;”. Romans 3:23 KJVAAE
My thoughts are unholy.
God has banished me.
God had visited me, and then He departed. As visits are, there is always an end. When will He return? Will I ever see Him again?
Day and night I pray. “Pray without ceasing.” 1 Thessalonians 5:17 KJVAAE
At night, I grieve in longing for our union. “I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.” Psalm 6:6 KJVAAE
By day, I seek comfort, and hold on to hope that I have not been forsaken. “I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.” Song of Solomon 3:2 KJVAAE
Enemies and plagues surround me. My thoughts are fearsome, frantic, chaotic. God has forgotten me, and will never return to me.
Day Three I must hope. Faith is the only way. I wait, and watch. I meditate on all scripture, seeking answers. Then, once again, I feel the face of God turning toward me. I sense the visit is nigh. In joy, I anticipate. Yet still I hear the words of David, and I feel his doubt and his sorrow. This knowing moves me, and my soul travels through the illusion of time and space.
With great compassion I hold the psalmist. His face is between my hands and, with my forehead pressed to his, I remind him of his worth.
Gently, I whisper that he is made in the image and likeness of God.
As He did for the enslaved in Egypt, God will hear his cry. This I promise him. My heart breaks for all mankind that wonders where God is.
And, on their behalf, I shout from the mountainside that man carries the very spirit of the Creator, renewed with every inspiration. “So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them.” Genesis 1:27 KJVAAE
What will tomorrow bring? Perhaps there is no tomorrow, nor is there is an end to this answer. Are we already together with Him? Who are we? Will He arrive? How long will He stay? Is He already here? How will I know? Perhaps we are already home: “Now, therefore ye are no more strangers and foreigners, but fellow citizens with the saints, and of the household of God:” Ephesians 2:19 KJVAAE
With great love,
Robin
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Psalm 2 – The Kiss
The inspiration for this piece came to me in a dream. I had specifically asked: “God, inspire me”. That night, I learned that when God exhales into us at birth, we inhale, or inspire. “Breathe”, He told me.
“Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish from the way, when his wrath is kindled but a little. Blessed are all they that put their trust in him.” Psalm 2:12 KJVAAE
1 Corinthians, 2 Corinthians, 1 Thessalonians, and Romans are clear in their instruction: kiss. The kiss is referenced throughout the Old Testament as well. It was an act of greeting, expression, worship, and love. The kiss seemed to represent the flow of Godly agape, for which each of us is an agent.
But suddenly the practice became reversed, marred, and forever changed at the moment of the betrayal in the garden of Gethsemane.
Gone are the passionate kisses of Song of Solomon, or the powerful reunion kiss when the prodigal son returned. Do we still remember the farewell kisses that were showered upon Paul at Miletus? Today’s perspective teaches that kissing is no longer a Godly practice. We have reversed direction, and have requirements for our personal space that do not invite the holy kiss to happen. Fear of illness is present, and repulsion of others contributes to a divided community. The kiss as spiritual transmission can now be considered the mingling of energies, and each of us striving to maintain our own. In rejecting the “energy” of another, bias is indeed present in an astounding way.
In meditations on Psalm 2, the kiss presented itself as an important theme. It jumped out of the pages, and stood stubbornly before me. I tried to redirect, and contemplate the messages about kings and rulers. But it was all about the kiss. Soon the connection became clear—the kiss as the authority, and the kiss as the ruler, and the kiss holding the power to build up and bless or to curse and destroy. The kiss is from God, and thus the directive was this: surrender to the kiss.
The vision:
Without authority, I sit upon the throne
In my powerlessness I command all
I alone hold the keys to my Kingdom
All this have I, because I have kissed Him, and I have inspired
The Christ stands before me. The man is present, but in his embodiment he serves as the vessel of consciousness which is offered freely.
I kiss His feet, and I experience the power of the earth, rushing through each of us as a tide. The energy ebbs and flows. I hear the machinations of the planet, animated within me, and I understand that each of us is a container for that which humans are comprised of—the Elements. Fire, Earth, Air and Water. All are mentioned in the holy books of the past. Have we forgotten? They are distant memories within our bodies. We no longer understand them the way the ancient ones did. We have not learned of them, though the teachings are available to all seekers. Within our cells we hold the carbon. Veins are as the rivers of earth. I recall the teachings of Isis as she lovingly caresses our precious planet.
I kiss His hands and see them marked with blood, and dust. Streaks of dirt and sweat are in His palms. Yet the hands heal me, as medicine taking hold of my mind and body. The electric power roots out and banishes pain, debilitation, mental anguish, and all forms of regret and grief. The weight of sickness is shed from my muscles and released from my bones. I realize that we are all daughters of Jarius.
“and besought him greatly, saying, My little daughter lieth at the point of death: I pray thee, come and lay thy hands on her, that she may be healed; and she shall live.” Mark 5:23 KJV
I kiss His back and know that within is the sword of Excalibur. I see it there, beneath the surface. It is a lightning rod of power, and draws down the thoughts of the One Mind, to ground them on the earth plane.
I kiss His chest and hear the beating drum of humanity. Life itself makes its rhythm heard and felt. I synchronize, and align. I have heard the drums before, but distant, calling to me. Now the hearts are joined as one, and two hearts will become more. When one heart grows weary, others will carry on. Together we continue to sound the unstoppable drum for all to hear.
I kiss His throat and drink in the power of Word. Word has become flesh. “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” John 1:1 KJV. Word is the sweet nectar of communication, sharing, and community. Word is calling me home.
I kiss His ears and hear the roaring of the wind, the hum of the planetary Schumann Resonance, and the songs of Hathor and the heavenly host. I hear cries of joy, and shrieks of agony. There is angelic music, and weeping. Finally the sound of the secret chord resonates in my ears and I am relieved to be present. My own frequency has reverberated, and called this moment into being.
I kiss His eyes and everything looks different. All things are ever-changing, and shape-shifting before me. But is matter morphing, or is it my perspective? What we see is, for each of us, the manifestations of our own “viewpoint”. The True Empath has thousands of eyes that see all, and comprehend. What is real, and what is illusion? Does it “matter”?
“And he took the blind man by the hand, and led him out of the town; and when he had spit on his eyes, and put his hands upon him, he asked him if he saw ought.” Mark 8:23 KJV
I kiss His temples. So fascinating, the name that represents the house of God. If there can be a holy container, it would be there, within the pineal, beyond the gates of the temple. Therein lies the Philosopher’s Stone, the pearl, the cornerstone, the doorway through which spirit freely passes from density to light and back again. Can one be made so small, as to pass through the pineal? Is it as daunting as a camel passing through a needle’s eye? Or do we simply go?
I kiss His forehead and know. The great gnosis floods my mind with images, sounds, information, and sensations that can not be described. I know what I did not know that I did not know. Visions become lifetimes.
I kiss His mouth and He breathes into me. It is an immaculate kiss, a sacred moment, a transmission of spirit. We are come full circle, and continue the samsara of humanity indefinitely. The Bodhisattva is Word become flesh, and we are born and reborn. We are formed in the womb and, at the moment we emerge, He breathes life into us.
“And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.” Genesis 2:7 KJV
I am born anew. I am alive. I have glimpsed the sacred Christ Consciousness. I continue to seek, and my life in this world has completely transformed. I have seen and felt the Power and the Glory. The Kingdom is mine, and my mansion awaits.
I have kissed the Son.
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