“We
are living in a time where we are experiencing the death of a way of life that
no longer serves life or the earth.
“And
we do not know how long this transition will take. We really do not know how
long the in-between time will be. We do not know how this transition will
impact each of us on a personal level. And we really do not know what is
coming. Death has always been mysterious to the rational way of understanding
and probably always will be.
“But
during any transition process the key is being present and being a loving force
in times of great change.”
~Sandra Ingerman
Fortunately I have remembered, once again, who I am. Again,
I say, because you see, I forget who I am every so often. I forget when I let
the “out there” overcome me, blocking my “in here” view of the star-seed I am;
the star-seed I love so deeply.
Yes, I am Jennifer Star, a StarFlower SeedWoman. Yet even
with this name, I’m able to forget who I am during those occasional moments
when the transformation of my/our existence is so very strong and overwhelming.
Perhaps this is a human condition, a way to cope with the intensity. Gratefully,
there are guideposts along the way of my earth journey that serve as reminders
of who I am.
"I
do not at all understand the mystery of grace - only that it meets us where we
are but does not leave us where it found us."
~Anne Lamott
The first of several recent guideposts was a
four-and-a-half-year-old girl called Svea. We met on a steam train. She is a
veteran of train rides. Her young eyes lit up and her voice overflowed with
excitement when I asked about and she spoke of her love for trains. Noticing
her physical appearance, I commented that she looked tall for her age, asking
the grandmother if one of Svea’s parents was tall. Yes, the father. But to this
Svea said, “I am perfect just the way I am.”
“Yes, Svea,” I said, “you are perfect just the way you are. And never let anyone tell you
different, ever, over your entire life.” Grandmother nodded in agreement.
This was truly a moment of grace, for which I am grateful.
"Grace…restores
us to our divine birth right, the perfection that we are regardless of who or
what we think we are based on our human experience. It is possible to be so limited
and stuck in our worldview that we miss the blessings of grace surrounding us
in every moment. We are not forced to accept these gifts; we always have a
choice. Acceptance of Grace, Love, Divine Intervention, Support, and Wisdom
happens naturally and easily when we are practicing daily gratitude."
~Cayelin Castell
—First reminder, in a moment of grace from the mouth of a
babe – I am perfect just the way I am.
The second guidepost was the coastal redwoods that have
grown and reforested clear-cut areas of the Santa Cruz Mountains that occurred
in the mid to late 1800’s. One can see the original stump in the center of a
grouping of “new” growth trees. What a blessing that this is the nature of the
coastal redwoods. Cut one down and many grow back from the roots. Not to say I am
in favor of clear-cutting any forests
– I’m not – but how fortunate to the land and its inhabitants that these giant
trees refuse to be eliminated, and in fact, return multiplied when their lives
are put in jeopardy.
"Grace
is an energy; not a mere sentiment; not a mere thought of the Almighty; not
even a word of the Almighty. It is as real an energy as the energy of
electricity. It is a divine energy; it is the energy of the divine affection
rolling in plenteousness toward the shores of human need."
~Benjamin Jowett (1817-1893)
—Second reminder, in a moment of grace from the coastal giants
– tenacity and resiliency are my virtues.
The third and final guidepost is, at least for this go
around of forgetting and remembering, the very words I wrote for my intention and motive at the New Moon for
the 10th lunation in Virgo. Following on the heels of the previous
two guideposts, I saw and understood them from a different perspective:
Intention:
Allowing
The new form
The new function
To unfold and emerge
From the emptiness
At just the perfect moment
Motive:
Unconditional love of Divine Self
Reading this with fresh eyes and heart caused me to
remember, again, who I am. Then grace arrived once more with the following
excerpt a friend posted on her Facebook page in response to the “International
Book Week” fun of posting as your status the 5th sentence from page
52 in the book nearest to you (bold
emphasis mine).
“But Pederucho and I were still passionately
expounding to each other, almost simultaneously, more for the beauty of what we
were both saying than the need to be understood, how the people, including the
(Maya) T'zutujil, had grown up hearing the old accounts that spoke about how
many occasions the fires of time had gone out before our time, the world ending
just like now, and how all the seeds that fed all the people and animals,
the same ones that feed us now, had been hidden in special places just in case
Time and existence after a time of excruciating torpidity and hibernation found
a way to ‘fire themselves’ up again.”
~Martin Prechtel,
in The Unlikely Peace at Cuchumaquic:
The Parallel Lives of People as Plants: Keeping the Seeds Alive
—Third reminder, in a moment of grace from self and friends –
Even though it may feel as if I am
hidden and unseen, I am a seed for the New Earth, waiting to unfold and emerge
at just the perfect moment.
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| Invisible Life - Underground In every seed is a being - that being expands and wants to be born into the visible world - so it gets nourished by earth energies and light energies until the birth channel opens and the body shows up on the surface of earth beginning a new life and a new cycle of evolution. By Regina E.H. Ariel |
