Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. James 4:7 KJV
The inspiration for this piece came to me in a dream of James 4:7. I wondered what it meant, so I sought the loving Christ energy and asked, “Tell me”. He smiled, and said: “Look!”. What I saw next was a collection of beings in a breathtaking and beautiful display of movement, color, and light. But within the expression I also observed sadness, anger, desperation, and lack. Thus began the dance.
The Vision
The devil comes in many forms. Today he appeared to me as the Eight Great Fears of Buddhism. They surrounded me as I stood in the center of a perfectly symmetrical mandala. The form was alive, and my feet were rooted in its core. The outer core of the mandala held the eight. They were also bound within the confines of the mandala. We were captive in its borders and in its power. The demons encircled me, at once dancing in masquerade, and mocking.
To the north was avarice. It appeared as clothed in golden fabrics and translucent rays of red light. There were coins, food, and an entourage of enslaved creatures, bound to it by chains.
To the south was jealousy. It was dressed in brilliant hues of green, and its body was thin, hungry for attention and affection. It was alone and danced in anger for all that it was not.
The Eight rapidly continued to move, to sway, to leap. They threatened me, I was frozen in my terror. They encroached. The intensity grew. Suddenly a man appeared by my side. He was large, and powerful. His ominous presence produced a great heat, and I felt his fierce love for me as it drove him into battle. He was a soldier at the ready. But suddenly he, too, began to dance with passion and with purpose. And as he did so, he struck at the approaching devils. They attacked from all sides. With profound grace and strength, he produced a great sword, and turned swiftly to face each enemy. I watched in horror as the battle became a ballet of death. And then he was finished—victorious in his work.
I was relieved, yet compassion and sadness washed over me. I gazed at my surroundings. Who were they? Why had they come? What were their stories and had anyone ever listened? Thunderous emotion moved me, and now it was my time to dance. I was swept in a slow, graceful dance of release, of freedom, and of truth. I danced towards the north, and from my garment I poured out prosperity and abundance over the defeated form of avarice. Next I moved to the broken being of ignorance, and I presented an Ajna, within which were the keys to the libraries of all knowledge. Next I unveiled the blackness of Judgement, and looked upon it with eyes of mercy. In my continuing dance I attended to each demon. I soothed, I nurtured, and I anointed them with infinite great love—that which I had learned from the Christ. The Fears began stirring, and reviving. But now they appeared as transformed and were no longer treacherous. They were brighter. As they began to arise, they were healed, and whole.
Finished, I returned to center and the great warrior held me in his arms. Locked into each other’s eyes, our bodies began to move in sacred rhythm. Together we danced the holy celebration of life. Like David returning victorious to Jerusalem (2 Samuel 6:14), we leapt for joy, for unity, for love and for light. In gratitude, I bowed to the man. In admiration he bowed to me. And as we embraced our bodies began to merge, and soon we were one. I understood that we had always been one. He was me, and I was he. So then I knew that the Eight were also part of me. Yet within the power of the unifying mandala, the Eight Great Fears, and the immaculate forces of good had become balanced as the yin and yang.
Peace had come to the mandala and to all beings rooted in its healing power. Peace had come to me. Now I am at peace, and now I Am Peace.
With great love,
Robin
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Robin P. Currie 
Sea of Eden
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The inspiration for this piece came to me in a vision of Eden. It was beyond my reach, on the ocean floor. With hands raised to One who would see me and hear me, I cried out: “Let me see this place! Let me in!” Then came an answer: “Not yet”.
There was a day when God gave to Man dominion over the earth.
“And God blessed them, and God said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it: and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that moveth upon the earth.” (Genesis 1:28 KJVA.)
Man was strong and free. God had bestowed the power to command all of creation. Man could run, and could climb. Man could swim, and He could fly. All the Earth was Eden, and all was good.
But then was something different. Man was no longer the same. Gone were his gills and his fins. The power over water was leaving him now. For Man, water became a blessing and a curse–life or death to him and to all life. No longer could the human command the water.
Now comes the flood. The rain came down and the oceans swelled. Noah and his kin took to an ark for survival. During 150 days and more, man’s conversion became more complete. And Noah called upon the raven and the dove to fly for him, and seek dry land. Continents were then revealed, but not Eden.
“And the ark rested in the seventh month, on the seventeenth day of the month, upon the mountains of Ar´arat.” (Genesis 8:4 KJVA.)
Man was lost, disoriented. They disembarked onto the mountain and began to live again. But they had forgotten that they could swim. And they had forgotten that they could fly. And no longer could they find Paradise.
Now comes Jonah–thrown into the raging sea by a team of sailors. The whale knew he would not survive and thus became as the Ark had been for Noah–a vessel of safety.
“Now the Lord had prepared a great fish to swallow up Jonah. And Jonah was in the belly of the fish three days and three nights.” (Jonah 1:17 KJVA.)
What secrets did the whale tell Jonah? Did it carry him back to Paradise? Was it there, in the waters of the deep? Jonah had heard the call of God, and had seen Eden.
Now comes Jesus, walking upon the Sea of Galilee. He remembers that which had been forgotten for so many generations . He calls to Peter but Peter becomes lost, and can not remember.
” And in the fourth watch of the night Jesus went unto them, walking on the sea.” (Matthew 14:25 KJVA.)
Now comes the ichthys, and symbology of the fish. Where we find the fish, we find Eden. But still man can not go there. The way is shut for generation after generation. See now the ichthys as the ajna, calling upon us to see, or to sea.
Now comes Atlantis, and once again Utopia disappears into the great and dark abyss. The event reminds us to remember. Will we ever find the lost city?
Now I ask: is Eden in the sea? When will we return to it? When will we remember our dominion over all the Earth? I heard a voice say: “Not for generations will you remember. Not for 70 or 700 generations. But return you will. All generations will return, and yet you have already returned. For there is no returning, and there is no becoming. Past and future are illusions. Time does not exist. Know you are there, and Paradise is found. For Eden is a state of being, and a place each of us can go. Any who wish to find Eden must reclaim the power of dominion. And to have dominion over self is to be all-powerful.”
Now come the whales. They carry the ancient secrets. They know the way. They hide, deep within the ocean. Yet humans seek to destroy the whales. These majestic creatures carry the sounds of joy, and the tones of remembrance. They are the guardians of the very song of God. They watch over Eden and keep it safe from humanity, and safe for humanity.
Today, the same water that covered the Earth, and covers our paradise, recedes from us. Humans have polluted and defiled the lakes and the oceans. We have harmed, and made filthy, our life-giving water. We have made filthy our Eden. Shortage is coming. Many will die. But hope remains, if only we believe that we are the very water of life.
“He that believeth on me, as the Scripture hath said, out of his belly shall flow rivers of living water.” (John 7:38 KJVA.)
The search for the lost paradise exists in order to teach of duality. This story, as told to me, is about irony and synchronicity. Past and future are explained here. The story is about sabotage and redemption. The teachings of the waters are endless. I thirst for more, therefore I ask for the sacred water to be given me.
“but whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life.” (John 4:14 KJVA.)
I have no answers still, only more questions. I still seek Eden, I still can not fly. And still I thirst.