The Emergence of a Perfect Vision ~ 2020

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As a depth psychologist, I look at symbols to discern deeper meanings and patterns, most often in the psyche, but also in the culture. Symbols can come to us as images, numbers, animals, dreams, or unusual occurrences that appear in our daily lives to inform us about where we are in terms of evolving consciousness.

What can we expect this year? This isn’t a prediction, and since symbols don’t have only one rigid meaning, it’s merely let’s say, a possibility.

Most of us know that 2020 is a standard term used for perfect vision. That said, what it may be pointing to is an experience this year of greater understanding, seeing more clearly where we are going, and receiving a vision for a future of integration and harmony.

We may receive a vision in a dream of a potential, but then we have to go through the process of breaking down the old paradigms, beliefs, and ways of being that limit us and keep us from embodying the visionary dream. We can also see this in stories like in the Wizard of Oz when the tornado carries Dorothy away from the desolate Kansas prairie and deposits her in Munchkinland. It is during this inner vision that she sees what is possible for Kansas and herself, but then she has to make the journey in order to transform herself and make the vision her reality. She is clearing away any fears that keep her from embodying the potential of an aligned heaven and earth.

I’ve written before about some of these things including learning to balance the energies we often refer to as masculine and feminine, as well as the inner and outer, above (heaven) and below (earth). This suggests the possibility of, at least a vision of what a reconciliation of the polarities that currently divide us could look like. This separation occurs when we perceive life through the lens of the ego that separates instead of the heart, which unites. That’s the first step, but once they are balanced, they must be integrated, which removes any trace of separation or duality.

Jesus spoke to this unity when he suggested the need for the singularity of the eye, which dissolves judgment. The symbol of which is the eclipse in which solar and lunar consciousness are united, the result of which is a rebirth. Another example is when Mary Magdalene stood at the foot of the cross, symbolizing the union of the vertical (spiritual) and horizontal (worldly) axes, and witnessed their union. When the old form of Jesus on the cross dies, the veil is rent asunder, revealing the holy of holies, which is the revelation of the divinity within a human.

Where do these visions come from and how do we receive them? The land of dream, story, and intuition are the wholistic realm of the right-brain, the feminine, and the inner world Dorothy taught us to traverse in her journey to Oz. We can’t find visions in a world that is an outpicturing of the seeds we have sown in the past, which is why we require inner visions to discern what’s possible for the future.

The more we are able to listen to and follow the inner guidance, visions, dreams, and intuitions, the more we learn to trust what comes to us from that realm and believe in their validity. Those visions are what can sustain us as the old breaks down. Like Lot’s wife, it helps us to be able to witness the falling apart, while remaining rooted in the knowing that good is being revealed through the destruction. That is what gives us the strength and sustains us through the uncertainty of giving birth to a new story.

We can see what is happening now, what is close at hand, but many of us struggle with a future that is unknown. As we begin to discern a clear vision, through the feminine ways of knowing, our fears will subside and our hearts will open. Our courage will grow as we see the evidence of something new emerging. As the old falls apart, it opens the way to see more of the manifestation of that new vision and new story.

 

 

 

Seeking Independence from an Old Story

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We stand on the brink of an epochal shift in consciousness. Just as our forefathers stood on the steps of Independence Hall and proclaimed their independence from their Father, the King of England, we are on the cusp of a historically significant moment. Our forefathers sought freedom by the sword. Our freedom will not come by way of the warrior and fear, but by the cup of truth and love.

When the immigrants streamed by boat toward Ellis Island, they were greeted by a majestic woman who stood erect holding the flaming torch high to welcome them. Their hearts were beating in unison of their desire for a new life in the new world. Lady Liberty held the Declaration of Independence in her other hand, with broken chains at her feet, and a halo around her head. The goddess knew and illuminated the way to freedom. She was in the world, but not of it.

The French gave us the Statue of Liberty because they felt a kinship with our revolutionary spirit. Once they saw the ravages of their war, they no longer felt that was the way to freedom. The oppressed moved into power and in turn became the oppressors. The artist of our Lady wanted to make sure there weren’t any traces of the warrior present in her image or countenance, as there were in the familiar Delacroix painting of Liberty Leading the People.

The inner structure of the statue of Libertas is iron, the metal that is associated with Mars, the god of war. The outer surface of the statue is copper, which relates to Venus, the goddess of love. In mythology, the two unite and some stories suggest the product of that union was Eros, the god of love. The Statue is of a woman and although the foundational structure that holds her up is associated with Mars, whom we know as the god of war, he was originally the god the pagans worshiped in the spring when planting seeds.

The Romantics also recognized the French Revolution was tragic and decided to attempt a revolution with their pens instead. In the sixties, revolution was again the buzzword, as the movement attempted to transform the warrior spirit, encourage equality, and open to greater love. And now, we are facing this pivotal moment once again. The times are calling us to reorient ourselves from our heads and egos, to our hearts and souls. The way is not through a gun, or at the point of a sword, through power over, or by the few, but through the heart, which is reached through a feminine consciousness, as the Statue of Liberty so beautifully symbolizes.

We need to leave the fear-based house of our forefathers. This house built on conflict must be replaced by one constructed on a foundation of equality, peace, and love. This transformation begins within us and then our actions in the world will arise from the ground of stillness. We must set down our swords, face the inner conflict that’s being enacted all around us, and walk a new path to freedom. The time of the warrior has passed. Now is the time for a new world based on a foundation of Love to be born.

We are the people our forefathers wrote about. It’s up to us to bring the inherent value of all people to consciousness through ourselves and then bring our inspired creations into the world to transform others. Then, the legacy we leave for our children will not be a world of fear and war, nor even one of hope, but a future we know is bright and filled with love.

Notre Dame and Sophia (Part 2)

Like the zero point at Notre Dame in Paris, the divine feminine represents the still point, the center from which all life springs. The eclipse upon which she stands, is the place from which life emerges. Not from the past, but from deeply within this moment, it is brought forth from the unknown to the known, through the gateway of the soul, into creation. New life flows from the heart of all-that-is in purity, peace, and love.

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Sophia – Woman from Revelation

Several years ago I spent Christmas in San Antonio. We sat in a festive church listening to the mesmerizing beauty of a pipe organ playing carols a few days before the holiday. People were flowing in, lighting a candle for Mother Mary at a side altar, and drifting out again. We got up and exited through a side door. As we approached the curb, a man began calling from behind us. “Senorita! Senorita!” I turned around as he took the elbow of the woman behind me and began to steer her toward the back of the church. Without thinking about what I was doing, I turned and followed them. They went through an opening in a high wall behind the church. And there was a statue of the woman from Revelation, in a walled garden, hidden behind the church.

As I later reflected on the experience, I got the message that she didn’t want to be outside of the church any more, which of course is what brings us to Notre Dame. In my last post I wrote about how the fire was a cleansing of the old view of the feminine in Christianity, which created the way for something new to emerge.

I believe the woman from Revelation is Sophia (Greek for Wisdom). In Proverbs 8:22,  “The Lord created me at the beginning of his work (or “way,” scholars aren’t sure of the word.)…” Many of the people I’ve spoken with have not ever heard of her. When I explain, they’re astonished.

She continues on in Proverbs 8:32 asking us to listen to her, watch for her, wait for her, “For he who finds me finds life.” You would think this might be a major subject in religion, since she is the way to life. The philosophers (philo=lover, sophia=wisdom) of old spent their lives seeking a relationship with her in order to cultivate wisdom.

We live in a culture that is oriented around a patriarchal religion in which God is a male supreme being and the feminine is, um, let’s say, less than. In order for a new paradigm to emerge in which she is elevated to equal status with the masculine, we need a new vision of our religious foundation. I’m not talking about rewriting the Bible, but about looking at it with new eyes. Like the fact that Sophia is already there and says she’s been here since before the Earth was created.

This isn’t just about changing our view of religion, but it impacts us all personally as well. Why? Because the world in it’s current conflicting chaos is freaking a lot of us out. The future appears frightening at best and catastrophic at worst. Young people are in a chronic state of distress over their future and who can blame them. The old way isn’t working. We all need to rise to the occasion and turn to the divine feminine to learn how to live in a new way and what our part is in that new world.

Anyone who has been following me for any length of time knows that I’ve been on this path of inquiry for a while now. I feel this deep longing within. A calling to step up and do what I can to help discover a new narrative in which embodied love is the ground upon which we stand. There is no doubt in my mind that Sophia steered me to the walled garden behind that San Antonio church because she wanted me to write about her being done with the old story. Now is the time. She is emerging from the unconscious, coming out from the dark shadows of the church into the light, and she wants to be in a relationship with us.

 

 

Notre Dame is Burning: Clearing the Way for a New Emergence

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Zero Point – Paris By Dietmar Rabich, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=33980822

The live stream of Notre Dame on fire was at the top of my Facebook newsfeed on April 15. My stomach sank as the tears began streaming down my face. I remembered the awe and wonder I felt on that day so many years ago when I first visited the cathedral.

I went downstairs and turned on CNN. Wolf Blitzer was speaking with a Parisian reporter as she stood near the burning church. But, I was having trouble hearing her, because my attention was being drawn to the faint sound of singing in the background. I strained to listen past her words, longing for her to stop talking. Wolf obviously felt the same way. He asked her to be quiet and to turn the camera toward the crowd. Their song arose, in unison, in harmony, their grief palpable in their sombre voices. My hair stood on end as I watched the cathedral dedicated to Our Lady burn.

I couldn’t stop weeping. Like others I heard speak with Wolf, I was caught off guard by my tears. Some grief was triggered deep inside that my mind couldn’t quite comprehend. We watched orange flames dance against the black night sky. The French wept and we wept with them. Their loss somehow also felt like ours. It was coming to our attention that we cared more than we knew and prayed, regardless of our religious affiliations, for the building to stand strong. For the towers to hold fast to those bells and not let them go. For the art to be saved.

Once the tears passed, as a depth psychologist, searching for meaning in the seemingly meaningless, and sense in the senseless, I sat quietly to learn what I could. The fire was a cleansing of the inside of the church, and we were witnessing, like Lot’s wife, the destruction of an outdated view of the feminine in Christianity. We were mourning the loss of something we couldn’t name, believing this was a tragedy, afraid we were losing an important icon to the feminine.

We have witnessed the inner destruction of the old version of the feminine in Christianity. And now…

The space has been created, within an old religious structure, for something new to be built. A fresh state of consciousness is emerging as an old story is transforming, and the divine feminine is rising right into the heart of Christianity. Where?

The words of the French ambassador came back to me. He told Wolf, as the cathedral burned, the zero point of Paris is right in front of Notre Dame. It’s the center point from which everything in Paris, and even France, is measured. Right there, in the heart of the City of Love, a new divine feminine is coming to consciousness.

We’ve witnessed the Assumption of Mary as an honoring of the mother of Jesus. Then there was the elevation of Mary Magdalene as the bride, mother, and heir to the spiritual legacy of Jesus. What then is coming to consciousness now? The transformation of the stories of the Marys has paved the way for the next version of the story.

It’s taken me until now to grasp the full significance of what is emerging.

I can see from my own dreams and symbolic work that that in order to shift from the physical to the spiritual, and a new story, that we must transform our perception of what we are. If we experience ourselves as defined by the body, then we remain caught in duality and separation. The correlation is that Mary is the mother, but Jesus said, he was in the world, not of it. If we see ourselves as embodied spiritual beings, which is what he was referring to, then we identify with the transcendent aspect of ourselves, the ground of our being. Then, the spiritual mother of Jesus is the divine feminine, Sophia.

As such, the new story for Notre Dame, the cathedral dedicated to Our Lady, Our Mother, is centered on Sophia, Wisdom. The divine feminine is being elevated to a place of equality with the Father. She is the Holy Spirit in the Trinity–Father, Mother, and Christ–and must be returned to her rightful place as the Mother of All.

I am standing on a huge map of the state I was born in. I’m pointing to where the capital is and say, “That’s where I was born.” I walk away and encounter another guy. He looks at me and throws and eclipse at me. It hits me between the eyes.

I awake from the dream feeling perplexed. As I process the dream I realize I’m being told that I wasn’t born in the physical world, but it was a spiritual union that gave birth to me. Not the story of me, but to the essence that is the truth of who I am, the ground of my being. When I researched the eclipse and sixth chakra, I discovered that it was associated with birth.

The cleansing fire of Notre Dame was witnessed by the world. It’s deeper meaning was intuited by the soul, which is why the tears fell for so many of us. The space has been created for a the emergence of a new story of Sophia, the divine feminine. A seed has been planted at the Zero Point in the City of Love. We all are being called to play a part in remembering and resurrecting unconditional love and returning to an awareness of the sanctity of all life.

 

 

 

 

 

Symbolism: A Magical Key to a Secret Garden

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Watercolor Painting of two slugs curled around an egg. (This numinous symbol was discovered on my doorstep one cold November night.)

I’ve always been curious about what’s inside. As a child I opened things, from clock radios to music boxes. I’d get a butter knife from the kitchen to remove all of the screws, take it apart, and look inside. For what? I wanted to see how it worked. If the item didn’t work, I thought I could look inside and fix it, which I never could, but that didn’t keep me from opening things.

My grandparents lived on a farm with all kinds of buildings. There was the corn crib, the two-story chicken house, a garage that sheltered the farm truck and tractors, the barn, a spring house, and the smoke house. All of these places provided endless opportunities to look inside on the endless search for some previously-undiscovered hidden treasures.

The opportunity for discovery faded somewhat until in my thirties, when, primarily fueled by the boredom of an uneventful time in my life, I began to pay attention to my nightly dreams. I had been writing them down for a while by the time I entered grad school. I majored, this might not come as much of a surprise, in psychology. I asked the professor in every single psych class what dreams were about and no one could answer.

Then, as luck would have it, the conservative Catholic college I was attending offered a one-credit course on dreams. I kinda feel sorry for the other students in the class, because I was so excited and curious about dreams, I asked a lot of questions. That professor basically handed me the key, and opened the door, to the magical world of symbolism. The class inspired me to continue exploring this dream language, which is a passion that excites me to this day.

In a patriarchal culture where the value is placed on the literal, logical, rational, and practical, anything that doesn’t fall into those categories is often dismissed as irrelevant, fantasy, imaginal, etc. There is an emphasis on the seen over the unseen, which means the inner world is often overlooked, since the outer is perceived as what really matters.

Symbolism is the language of the inner world and the soul. Dreams speak to the soul and that’s why I believe they are most often symbolic in nature. When you understand symbolism, you can decipher your dreams. That key will unlock a world that has remained hidden from the literal, rational, logical mind.

This language is not dualistic in nature, but is unitary. It brings together, deepens understanding of what’s happening, adds meaning to the seemingly meaningless, and reveals to us that there is so much more to life than what we can see. The soul, even though we can’t see it with our eyes, is relevant to the quality of life that we live.

The soul, and the symbolic world in which it resides, are deep and numinous. Nature and beauty are the food and inspiration for the soul. It is whole and complete unto itself. There isn’t anything missing when we rest in the soul. It’s love and the the world in which it exists is one of love as well, which means it’s a space that is outside of duality. This love isn’t superficial, but is the unseen nature of all that exists.

Dreams speak to the soul, they feed the soul to awaken it from it’s slumber. Our nocturnal experiences strengthen it, so that it may become the foundational self from which we live.

When the symbol, or image, unites with the word, it’s like the male and female joining to give birth to something new. There is a link created between the two polarities and what results is an expansion of consciousness. I must confess, it’s a somewhat addictive process, as the wisdom that is often generated is so inspiring. It’s also often incredibly pertinent to exactly where you are on the spiritual journey and assists in moving consciousness out of old states of awareness and into greater unity and wholeness.

When we live from the soul, which is what we really are, we are outside of duality. We can discern the connection between things that seem separate, we love all of life and are aware of its inherent value, we are free to follow our hearts and honor the sacredness of life. Symbolism opens the gate to the secret garden of the soul that is inside of and all around us. The world of the soul is our world, inner and outer, and despite being unseen, it’s value is inestimable to the quality of life. For us and for the planet.

 

 

 

Story as a Map through Consciousness

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Beauty and the Beast by Mme. Leprince de Beaumont art by Erica Ducornet

I read once about how a tribe of indigenous people passed stories down through the generations as a way to remember how to navigate long distances. They embedded the features of the land into the story in order to know which way to go. The story might instruct the ambler to pass by the south side of a series of seven hills spoken of as seven sisters or to walk toward a mountain with a hump resembling that of a buffalo.

If these indigenous stories were about the outer world, then myths, religion, dreams, and stories, such as fairy tales, are maps that help us to navigate the inner terrain. Dreams are our personal GPS device, (although, at times they also speak to the collective), and stories refer to the narratives being lived by a larger segment of the population, but all are personal. Stories continue to be passed down and transform across time because they speak to something deep within us.

The Wizard of Oz was published in 1900. That’s over 100 years ago and it still resonates with us because the transformation it speaks about is still happening. If we look at it literally, we might be astonished that after all this time that we are still enchanted by a young girl’s journey on a yellow brick road with a lion, scarecrow, tinman, and barky dog called Toto. This quirky story continues to be watched and read all over the world.

“Beauty and the Beast” has been traced back to an ancient Roman novel called The Golden Asse dated 170-180AD. The story of “Cupid and Psyche” is a chapter in that book, which has evolved into “Beauty and the Beast.” I find it fascinating that a tale can persist in consciousness for such a long time. Why do we keep retelling this story? Because it entertains the mind while also speaking to the heart and soul. It’s a map for the evolution of consciousness and a reminder about how to awaken the soul from its slumber.

The soul has been conditioned to believe, since birth, that it’s the story of me, or you, (aka the ego). We are constantly bombarded with the idea that the only satisfaction to be found is in the outer world. The journey in the tale, and in our lives as well, is to free us from what we have erroneously come to understand is the nature of reality. “Beauty and the Beast” is still around because we have yet to collectively awaken from our slumber. We are currently more conscious than ever that we need to free ourselves from the old outdated narratives and embody our truths. The stories illustrate how to transcend our limitations and erroneous beliefs.

These maps have been passed down through the generations to us by our ancestors, who weren’t able, for the most part, to achieve the level of consciousness that’s required to be able to receive the new reality. They each contributed, in their own way, to the evolution of the story, and consciousness, so that we might be able to awaken at this time. It seems as though we may have reached a critical moment in history that appears to require such a collective transformation.

Our dreams come every night to instruct us on how to transform the old stories and prepare us to navigate through the chaos and unfamiliarity of unknown territory. We have the maps and we are ready to shift beyond these old narratives to embody a new state of consciousness. The time is now.

 

You are Enough as You Are

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My grandmother was an amazing cook and was known throughout the valley for her culinary talents. She could make anything, from pies and cakes, to meals, and holiday fare. When we went to any kind of function, such as a church supper, family reunion, or picnic, we’d always try to get in line early so that we could get a serving from her dishes before they ran out. Everyone knew which ones were hers and they always went first. You might think, since we ate her cooking at home all the time, that we might eat someone else’s food when we were out. Even my grandfather went for her pie.

I had my favorite foods, which she made for me whenever I was at home. She made a beef roast in an iron skillet that was so tender you could eat it with a fork, creamed lima beans, string beans with bacon, scalloped potatoes, and her well-known butterscotch pie.

When I was in my thirties, I became a sugar-free, wheat-free, vegan. One day she lamented, “What can I do for you? What can I cook for you?” I didn’t know what to say, since I didn’t eat virtually anything the way she prepared it anymore. In hindsight, I wish I’d just eaten it anyway, but I didn’t realize at the time how much it mattered to her.

Then, the other day, as I contemplated love and thought of her, I realized what I really wished. I think she believed that she had to do something for me, or give me something. I am not sure she realized how much I loved her. In the midst of another conversation once, she and my sister told me that they knew I loved them. But I think she might be amazed to learn just how much.

I loved how she laughed, the way her hands held a fork, her smile, and the smell of the powder she used to dust herself. I adored how open she was to different ideas, how she kept her home, baked a pie, canned, and would sit with me on the glider to pass the evening. She would bake chocolate chip cookies with my sister and I and then meet us on the porch for a tea party. She taught me how to draw a cat, make a bed, and roll out pie dough. At the end of the day, when all the chores were done, Gram was a master at the embodiment of being. I’d sit quietly with her in the evening, in the dark sunroom, and I’d bask in her presence. There is so much of her that I remember.

And yet, she didn’t have to do anything. Cook, or give, because all I wanted was to be with her. I loved her company. That’s what I hope she knew, how much I loved her for her. And as I thought about that, I realized that, at times, I’d felt the same way about others. They didn’t need to do, or be, anything other than themselves, which was enough. It was more than enough.

It’s so easy to slip into the dominant cultural belief that we have to do something, or be someone special, in order to be enough and to have value. I know I can slide into that way of thinking without even realizing it. But, as my musings revealed to me so clearly, it’s just not true. We are enough, exactly as we are, in this moment. Even if it doesn’t seem like it, or if we can’t see it, or feel it, or recognize it, we are lovable. I’m pretty sure my Gram didn’t have any clue just how much she was loved, by me, or anyone else. And so, if you haven’t heard recently, or have had any doubts, please remember that you are loved. Maybe you just don’t know about it.