Two Hearts
The first heart arrived serenely through an early morning sun. On a walk I was contemplating how I could create a visual representation of the shadow self being created by belief systems within us. Beliefs that blind us to life/consciousness being the one thing in everything, beliefs with which we decorate our choices of our perceptions of reality. I came up with a simple drawing that illustrated how we restrict our vision by placing our beliefs between the light of source, truth, and our perception. How the light must go around all these things we believe and that it is this diversion that creates the shadow self, those things we hold too dear to risk their exposure to a greater understanding. Things that could bring our world view toppling down into a quagmire at our feet.
As I contemplated all this I continued to wander down the side of the road which was in full shade, the morning rays of light not yet high enough to reach past the line of trees beside the road. I was brought to a sudden stop by a spectacular golden heart of sunlight on the road, formed by rays that had found their way through the obscuring tree line. It was a timely and simple reminder that love can find its way through any blockage, for it is not confined to the physical rules of a space/time continuum. It was a spiritually stirring reminder that our thoughts are always heard and acknowledged and even our beliefs can be put aside by love.
The second heart: times have been turbulent at our place recently. As was told to me in January 2022; ‘systematic upheaval precludes focused intent’. This is so true, I am unable to focus on what steps to take to get where I wish to be…peaceful, centred and creative. Worst of all is that, when in this state, I find my non- corporeal mentors are hindered from reaching me. The chaos creates a barrier to what is to me, the very core aspect, of who I am. I do not often sink to this state of being, which often occurs around the winter season. While feeling like this, just before sleep, I again asked my guides for contact. The next morning I awoke after experiencing an unpleasant dream. This made me quite sad, still no contact and now I was having bad dreams as well. I got up and dropped into an unusual state for me, deciding I would rather not be here than go through life without contact. As I don’t recall a time when I couldn’t talk with non corporeal intelligences for guidance and wisdom, the thought of going without that is something akin to having limbs amputated I imagine. Whilst I was contemplating my sadness I turned to the kitchen bench where I had made a cup of tea a few minutes previously. I had left two tea bags in the cup as I like strong tea to start the day, to my utter astonishment the tea had wicked down the hanging strings and dripped onto the bench top, it formed a perfect heart shape. It was so beautiful I decided to photograph it, but I tried to move the cup slightly to catch, in the photo, the jaguar head that is painted on the cup. Unfortunately the bottom edge of the cup just touched the heart and the heart started to merge into a blob around the base of the cup. I did however get in a quick shot that still shows the basic heart shape. Disappointed that I had mucked it up I moved away and heard a voice say; “ you can’t fix perfection.” A heart shape from spirit and a voice, all is well again and the message for me is to go with the flow of the moment and not to try and control everything. A gentle, loving reminder that all is perfection even when appearances are to the contrary. The universe knows what it is doing, relax!
