The Third Dimension Part I

Have you seen how the land is molded by her supple movements?  Have you seen how stones impress by her beauty?  Have you seen her tremor in crystalline caves still within the fragrant magic of subterranean depths? Have you seen her react with tempestuous bravado clashing with the limestone shore?  She is full of life, dancing particles, she is fluid and dynamic, altering to the perpetual shifts in her environment.  She dances with seductive power and force, and yet, may trickle like the pearls of a necklace lain down to rest one bead at a time.  Glassy, deceptively demure and contained.  She is solid, gas, liquid-she is one.  You can never have her, she has you. She is the ocean inside of you and she moves through you in highways and currents.  You are her.  


Dimension three is the recognition that we are not contained within any space as any set form and yet the essence is the same.  We are like that of water, constantly moving through space in our many forms, influencing the forms around us, yet also transforming in the face of our environment (gas, to liquid, to ice).  

Dimension one guides you into the purity of your essence while dimension two leads you into the nature of your movements and the power of your intent.  Dimension three embodies your intent.  If there is any consideration as to what motivates you, conscious action is a possibility.  Conscious action is like water awakening to its own influential presence.  Water as liquid, water as form, water as gas shape-shifting in a series of contexts, supple as strength, drops enduring, shifting as currents carry forth. Conscious action is coming to know of your nature, your many forms, your movements and directing them through the spectrum of self-awareness into the colors of the day.  Dimension three is an invocation.  


As we sojourn the mysteries of our interior landscape, through the vestibules of our exterior life, we unveil ourselves in every moment-new forms emerge and then dissipate, yet eternally radiate the color of water.  What is the color of water but a reflection?  And if that water is murky, filled with waste as if your interior life was not cared for, what shall this water be but colored by your own disease?


Feathers alone are a thing of tender beauty, feathers together gather wind, feathers of a wing transport the glorification of nature's lead to represent itself holy.  As with every aspect there retains the eye that sees the mercy of the fragments unveiling what's yet to be seen.

Soul or Spirit?

A few years ago a friend of mine announced that she was pregnant.  I, for some reason, knew a few months before that she was going to be pregnant and asked her. Her response was, "No, no way."

When I heard the news, I was not surprised.  I was surprised however, when I looked at her and saw this amazing geometric light over her head hovering about 6 inches.  The geometry was like a form I had never seen before, like shapes within shapes consisting of a light containing colors that you might see reflected on the surface of a bubble that you blow.  The form was pulling within itself other fragments of geometric forms within its surroundings and then exiting other forms, like fire works in reverse and then alter-verse, but with an incredible depth and and a sense of completeness.  

This temporary form that I saw was actually a formless, ever-changing geometry.  It was this multi-dimensional thing that seemed to be pulling consciousness into itself.  The form was like an energy that was pure self-awareness and expression.  It communicated to me without words, with pure beingness and an aliveness that left me totally speechless and stunned.  

I blurted out, "Whoa!" and then left it at that.  I didn't say anything because I was already considered an odd one.  I know that I was being self conscious, but now I want to share because it was truly a miraculous moment that has not left me.  It's not often that I see things like this. I do not claim to know what it was, but it was very real.  I'm wondering if it was the spirit of the child, preparing to enter her mother through the crown chakra?  

If what I had seen was the child's spirit on some visual level, then what I had seen was something that is a piece of consciousness, a saturated aspect, an acute concentration of divinity.  What was communicated within that fraction of a second was not with words but wisdom.  There was a wisdom to this entity that exhibited a union of formlessness to form, pulling within itself aspects of its environment that contributed to its ability to be. A few years later and I am still pondering this extraordinary experience.