The inspiration for this piece came to me during an intense ajna activation that lasted for three days. Just when I thought I had seen it all…
“Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.” Psalm 6:7 KJVAAE
Grief. Grief destroys our vision, and obfuscates our visions. We are vexed, confused, in torment. The psalmist cries out in anguish that his light is fading. His enemies have destroyed the singleness of his eye. Will he die in blindness?
“The light of the body is the eye: if therefore thine eye be single, thy whole body shall be full of light. But if thine eye be evil, thy whole body shall be full of darkness. If therefore the light that is in thee be darkness, how great is that darkness!” Matthew 6:22-23 KJVAAE
What was the sight that so devastated the Ajna of the psalmist? Perhaps he had seen into his own burial chamber–the open throat sepulchre of Psalm 5. Again he speaks of the esoteric meanings of particular body parts. These human eyes had witnessed war, treachery, and hatred. The beholder is in exile, with no other to look upon or to serve as a mirror. All that he sees is that which surrounds him–circumstance. And he sees what is within himself–fear, and shame. Was this psalm written by the beloved David—the one who walked in God’s light for so long? Desolation is everywhere, both within and without, and for that he grieves. And now, in his condition of mourning, and in the absence of God’s light, his sight slips away.
Yet, things are not always as they seem. King Saul had made an enemy of David, yet David was considered to be a man after God’s own heart–chosen, favored, holy. “But now thy kingdom shall not continue: the Lord hath sought him a man after his own heart, and the Lord hath commanded him to be captain over his people, because thou hast not kept that which the Lord commanded thee.” 1 Samuel 13:14 KJVAAE.
Saul of Tarsus, not so much.
Here now I reference Saul again, but this is a different Saul. Not a king, but a killer. Not a warrior and a ruler, but an educated, angry man with authority. The two come full circle. King Saul was ordained by God, yet a blackness consumed his heart, and his reign ended in tragedy and suffering. Things were not as they appeared. Blinded by jealousy, further fueled by grief after Jonathan’s death, King Saul descended into an internal hell. I wonder, is this the experience of which the psalmist laments? Consumed by grief, both David and King Saul have lost sight of God.
Now comes the different Saul. The two are similar in many ways (but that remains for a different essay), yet so vastly different concerning their worldly outcomes.
“As for Saul, he made havoc of the church, entering into every house, and haling men and women committed them to prison.” Acts 8:3 KJVAAE
Saul of Tarsus, and his entourage, marched toward Damascus on a directive. The followers of Jesus had gained momentum. Fear and death, unexpectedly, had not stopped the disciples from continuing the work. Blinded by rage, Saul became ruthless in his cruelty. He was relentless in his quest to destroy the message of peace that was carried in the hearts of those believing in the Christ Consciousness. Like so many of us, Saul was blind to his own blindness. Little did he know that he would soon see the light. It was the light of God, and the showing of the Christ, that was intolerable for a man living in darkness. After experiencing the Consciousness through a dramatic event, Saul continues to experience blindness, but in a new and shocking way. For three days, Saul fasts in his mourning.
Yes hope remains—perhaps out of reach for the fallen king as mentioned earlier, but still present for the psalmist and the new creature Paul. And now we must ask—who caused the blindness for these men? Was it the enemies, or perceived enemies? Was it God? Or, the only possibility that remains is this: each human holds within, the propensity to cause and surrender to their own blindness. Both of these men had lost the singleness. They had turned off the God’s Eye. Whether victim or perpetrator, the Eye must remain focused.
After the shocking incident, and after the three days resembling those of Jesus in the burial chamber, Saul is relieved of his darkness. Things were not as they appeared, as the curse he was under began to evolve into a blessing. Like a snake, his human eyes outgrew and shed the old, and he became new. “Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.” 2 Corinthians 5:17 KJVAAE. Saul was now Paul, and his conversion was complete.
But what becomes of the musician of Psalm 6? Watch and see.
In closing, I share a very personal story that has never been told. I will never forget the feeling of spiritual chills resonating throughout my whole body, when I was a small child watching the Disney animated film, Peter Pan. I was probably around six or seven years old. To my horror, Tinkerbell had snatched a concealed bomb out of the hands of an unsuspecting, and quite dismissive, Peter Pan. In shock, I watched as Tinkerbell was consumed by rubble after the explosion. But, in true Disney style, the beautiful little pixie was alive. The most impactful moment was, at least to me, when I heard Peter Pan’s desperate and remorseful voice call to her: “Don’t go out!” My entire little body jerked to attention, my young mind began to race, and a realization overcame me. As long as we are alive, our light shines everywhere, and for everyone. Our waning light could mean life or death, even spiritual life or death, for another. Stay lit, my friends. Our light represents God, as seen by all who look at humanity through the God’s Eye. From that moment on, the heroic, insolent, tiny pixie with a huge attitude became a folk hero for children everywhere. But for me, it may have been just a little bit different.
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With great love,
Robin
Robin P. Currie 
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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