The first in a seven part series of short musings.

Home is where the heart is?  Rather, I would say Home is the heart.  My house has no doors, my heart no walls, my home no boundaries. The chambers within are ever open, to allow the angels and God to reside there.  I sweep it clean, and prepare it as a resting place of peace and love. Could this be the metaphor for the Return of the Unclean Spirit (Luke 11 24:26)?  Luke warns us about emptiness: “Then goeth he, and taketh to him seven other spirits more wicked than himself; and they enter in, and dwell there: and the last state of that man is worse than the first.” (Luke 11:26 KJVA.)  The teaching:  keep your heart open and full.

Imagine your heart as an endless container–suspended in an infinite universe without real form.  Imagine your heart as fluid, less solid, in motion, alive. What, then, and how, does it hold? What treasure is found there?  What about love? What about power, and visions? These are the spirits–the energies which fill the space of the heart. They cannot be contained, as they are not of the 3rd dimensional world of matter and solids. Instead know this: the true treasure, as found within, is the experience of higher frequencies– a new song never before heard, the smell of a thousand roses with colors as seen for the first time, and the touch of God.

“A good man out of the good treasure of the heart bringeth forth good things: and an evil man out of the evil treasure bringeth forth evil things.” (Matthew 12:35 KJVA.)

A previous post about treasure included a brief reference to some literary gold:  The Alchemist by Paolo Coelho.   The story was all about Santiago, an intuitive shepherd seeking riches.  His story was a journey into treasure, and although the boy found the gold, he first found his true worth and the priceless love all humans tirelessly seek.  You can read that piece here.

“In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so , I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.” (John 14:2 KJVA.)

The heart chakra, with its inner hrit chakra of the human, is a place of life.  Here, in this holy sanctuary, is where riches and glory reside. This is the beating drum of the shaman, calling us home.  It is the chambered mansion, where many rooms are prepared for us. I am home, I am Home, I AM.

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With great love,

Robin

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