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.
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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With great love,