Thoughtful Reads

Honoring the Silence of Empty Space…

Honoring the Silence of Empty Space

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At this time of year I usually write about joy, glad tidings and the spirit of warmth for the holidays. This time I would like to challenge each of you to add to your holiday traditions, a moment surrendered to silence to honor what surrounds the fullness of life; empty space. We have passed a new moon, the winter solstice and approach the end of a calendar year. This year has expressed itself at record speed, and record shifts have taken place in and around all of us. Together and separately we have experienced events at home and abroad, and they have filled our minds and hearts with highs and lows, joy and sadness, wonder and despair. But in between these events recorded in the matrix of our collective consciousness, is the sacred inky element; empty space.

Here in the abyss of our universal mother’s infinite womb is the silent space where are all things known and unknown are found. Here we find thought forms left behind, ignored, and passed by during the business of our mundane lives, now in process for recycle and renewal. Shells of events unfinished, books thought closed but the closing line yet unwritten. This is where in revered silence our tears fall, creating pools of reflections in liquid darkness and each pool showing us what we need to remember – to honor where silence gives birth to sound, dark to light, and emptiness to fullness of form.  So here in lies my request.

Before you lift a glass, light a candle or offer a gift, take a breath and be silent. Hold in that moment the measure of what ‘is’ and honor it. Remember the journey taken to be there, to be giving, and loving, to be receiving and honor it. Honor the ‘void’ between cycles, the ‘trans’ before forming; the profoundness of empty space that allows awareness of each event, each new life, each coming and each passing.

We are the sum of our parts. The macrocosm and microcosm; and as such, we must honor the totality of the whole. By honoring the empty space, the silence that resounds loudly the ‘I AM’, we embrace the connecting shadow of our light and the profound power to Be. So take a breath and for just a moment, connect to the emptiness, the silence, and then move forward.

 

In Gratitude,

    Grace LeFae’

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When Towers Crumble and Bridges Fall…

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The Tower - Card #17

Tower Card XVI, Thoth Deck

 

 

When Bridges Fall and Towers Crumble…

Walking the Path of the Tower Card, Major Arcana – Thoth Deck

The world is walking through an amazing, yet painful and rapid process of healing, renovation and restoration. This involves all of us; the Earth, her children and ‘We the Humans’; the ones who tread where Angels fear to follow. Together yet individually, we must go into the night; the deep jungle of our hearts and minds to unearth the hoarded secrets of the self and set free the skeletons of our past. But this is not for the faint of heart. It’s not for trend or to dust off the ego’s furniture; oh no, this is the deep scouring. This is the reformatting of the hard-drive of our hearts and mind/personality. Here we dump old programs, rewrite the wetware of labels and definitions of all things outside of our self. This my friends is where the rubber meets the road, because this is for the serious trekker. This journey requires a shamanistic dive into the lower realm where the caves are dark, the ground wet and damp. Here you meet the shadows of You and embrace the suffering and sorrows to understand them in order to reconcile and walk again in your inner peace and integrity.

 For this is the TOWER card, number sixteen which rolls into number seven, Netzach the Sephira where we learn Victory. Here is where the sevens of the deck share their knowledge and offer the energetics of learning about Love, Feelings & Instinct, Nature, the Arts and The Group Mind. It actively sends forth the call for work in the Astral Triangle, where we form the thoughts we bring into manifest in the physical realm of Assiah. But it is also the path of PE, with the fiery Mars energy shown in colors of scarlet, orange and yellow, and the black darkness of the North. This path is where you where you find the “gateways of the soul” (The Qabalistic Tarot – Robert Wang). PE means ‘mouth’, the gateway where life enters and death exits. This is where we express our ideas and desires. For words are sounds, and sound shifts frequency. In the card, the all-seeing-eye of Horus perceives all and shines forth its knowledge of awareness while the mouth of PE burns the dross of the unnecessary chafe, leaving the edifying kernels of life giving wheat. These are the building blocks for what will remain as a solid foundation of You. As the tower stands alone, so do each of us, set into the landscape of our choosing, and here we must break down the walls and constructs of what no longer assists us in preparation for the soul’s journey for higher understanding and life experience. Through this process, we become victorious, which means we have walked through trials and tribulations, and we rise again like the phoenix to rebuild the new pyramid that will last well into your future, in strength and empowerment; but only if you are courageous, and honest enough to walk with faith and trust, without the compass of past world definition.

As we each walk through our own ‘dark nights of the soul’, or if you wish, much needed self renovations and restoration, so does the ‘Group Consciousness of Human-kind’. Each of us, are part of the whole, and as such we individually and together chart the course of the whole. Through each of us taking responsibility for our choices to allow old bridges of falsity and imperfections, which we have been struggling to hold together, finally fall into the ruins they belong, we clear the horizon for a new age; a clairsited future. The gilded past of ivory towers and meandering bridges illusions will flicker and fade from our holographic, self-perceived reality game of survival. The old concepts of mental, emotional, physical and spiritual give way to new insights, into the authenticity of the truth of You, covered up beneath the layers of dogma and self-imposed methodology.

The TOWER reminds us that even though the towers tumble and the bridges fall down around us, we are still capable of remaining centered by understanding that the We are not the world, our friends, our family our jobs or what we own. We can’t be them because we observe everything around us; daily. The observer cannot be the observed. Once we release the tether of ‘group consciousness’ and embrace the unique and wondrous inner Sun of our Self, our Solar Self (solar-el, sol-el soul), we can shine forth from the Christ/Buddha center sun of our being. The six pointed center of Tiphareth and of the newness of possibility. This is my dream for each and all of us, together. I accept the challenge of deconstruction to push new life and welcome the fire of the holy spirit to burn away the deadwood, gathered over time; to ignite the flame of inner seeded hope and new growth. I am the Forest and the Tree. And you?

 

Grace LeFae’

The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating Grass

Today I finished reading a short, but wonderful book titled, “The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating“, by Elisabeth Tova Bailey. I’m not going to retell the story, but I will tell you this, it’s an amazing and honest journey of a woman’s ability to move forward in her life, aided by her observations of the small snail living in a pot of violets at her bedside. It sounds simple, but the most simple things in life can become the most moving and life changing if we truthfully open ourselves to them.

Which brings me to today’s post. Most of us move about the planet under a set of required tasks, expected events and self-imposed routines. And each day we make choices that steer out boats about the cosmic sea according to our whims and wishes. Sometimes, life brings a storm that causes us to stop a moment and re-examine our lives and what we have placed value on and what we have set aside. But most of us have few interruptions that forces us to rewrite our course to stay or change.

The wild snail in the book is very adaptable. It does what it needs to survive with little thought on the why and where of the cause; only that a change is required. Humans on the other hand, we love to expound on the why and share theories of what should have happened, could have happened, and then…what if; but not necessarily to make a change. We do love to advise though. Even if we have nary an understanding of the source of the situation, but we have great imagination and thus, we can create a solution. Which is why it is such a trial and error life. I digress. My point is if a snail can not be worked up over being moved to a new location, with no idea for food and sustenance and yet, and yet, manage to figure it out without drama, why can’t we?
Meditation, praying, retreats and moments of reclusiveness all have one thing in common; a chance to be quiet. To still the mind, to become mind-less. This is what the book brought to my attention. To hear a wild snail eating, can’t happen with the television or radio on. It can’t happen with an iPod or cell phone in use. It happens when we slow down long enough for the outside world to be heard in the subtle layers of sound and movement. It’s amazing when you think about it. So my challenge to you is, if you had a chance to slow down long enough to hear something so subtle as a snail eating, what would you listen for? And how long would you be willing to wait, to let all the chatter cease to be able to hear it? Think about it. I did. ~ Grace