Non-linear Time
Hi beloveds; Here is another weekly sharing from the book I wrote sometime back.
It definitly fits with today.
Hugs, habiba
“Let the golden honey run out of the jar.
Let the water be sweetened in our mixing bowl.
Three giant spoonfuls of Summer – nectar, sunshine, the hum of bees, warm nights,
And ourselves in the grass.
Three giant spoonfuls of Summer sweetening the water in the mixing bowl.
We need this liquid gold to remember the goodness of life… the taste of honey.
The memory of Summer, that it returns, that at the center the open flower is sweet,
That at the center, when it opens, we too are sweet, and love, like a swarm of bees
Can fly into us…ecstatic, nectar-drunk and powdered with pollen
Our bread will have this poured-from-the-center rich gold…three giant spoonfuls.”
Gunilla Norris, Becoming Bread
The heat of the Summer days can be a delight. We can begin to see, in the radiance of the Summer sun, how the ingredients of our life, the past experiences, have been blended into the tasty quality of our present and gratitude will begin to arise. We have been on a great journey and each step of the way has been recorded in the journal of our life experiences. This is a journey that we agreed to take before embarking upon it. We knew it would be difficult, for there was much that we had the need to learn and experience before we could arrive at this present moment. The only question is, how much courage do we have available to enter our inner depths and make the shifts that will let those experiences blend into the whole. Some experiences have been extremely painful and we have held them apart, through suppression and denial, for we have feared that they would overpower us. Perhaps some things are still too painful to truly feel at the present time and this is as it should be. To all things there is a season. Maybe there are other things that it would benefit us to revisit, to soften around, so that forgiveness and even gratitude might arise. It is amazing what can be accomplished, if one is willing.
A dear friend of mine told me of his process. He was dealing with a painful pattern in the present and decided to see if he could trace it on the inner planes back to its root. He found himself as a very small boy, 2 or 3, sitting sobbing on the steps in his apartment. He knew that his mum wasn’t home and he was feeling very alone and abandoned. My friend watched for a time and then decided to enter the scene, on the inner planes and offer comfort to this small boy, who was himself at a younger age. He held the child and told him that he would always be there for him. The child relaxed against him, in trust. After the meditation was complete, he decided to call his mum and ask her if such a thing had really happened when he was small. She told him of a time when she had run out to the corner market when he had been napping and that he had awoken and been totally panicked. She also said that the child was calm when she returned and said that a nice man had come and told him that he would always be there for him when the child needed him to come.
Yes! Isn’t this amazing? Time is not only linear. What we do today can affect what happened in what we see as the past. This week let us contemplate what is arising as a challenge in our present and see if we can follow its roots back to its origin. Let us allow the honey of the now to flow back into the bread of our being. Bless your heart!
Kabir, Habiba Ashki. Embracing a New Planetary Consciousness (p. 77). Wasteland Press. Kindle Edition.