Distinct moments come along the upper path when it feels as if a dam has burst in one’s heart; wild waters of unknown emotions race into and through the canyons and once-sealed chambers of consciousness, washing clean all that has come before. Everything trembles in their passing. The mind races as well, but more for its uncertainty than in accord; it seeks to contain these forces before they can carry away its reason.
These innermost stirrings are the sometimes frightening effect of the soul’s awakening, where each breath it draws reveals the presence of unimaginable influences and latent powers beyond the aspirant’s ability to control. But the movement of these celestial forces must not be dampened simply because we’ve yet to understand the purpose of their presence within us. They are not asking us to know what they want; these forces are self-organizing.
They race and swirl and disrupt and digest all in their path because they are building something anew from themselves within us, so that we must turn them loose—we must let go of what we might hope to extract from them and, instead, allow them to exact their celestial influences upon our soul.
These energies are the new blood: they are stirrings of spirit that speak to us in wild pulsations whose origins are the stars. We cannot know their native language any more than our physical ears can hear the intelligence inherent in the light of awareness, which is why we must allow their impressions to assemble within us without interference.
They seek to build a new universe of infinite individual galaxies; and we—each of us—are the matrix, star stuff, and deep space created for their celestial nurturing if we will agree to our part in this divine revelation of the immortal Self.
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