The Innocent Child
The goddess of innocence stepped into my shoes, I the
goddess of purity, as we meet. It
was decided that we shall unite in partnership. As she asked in delightful anticipation, instinctually she
knew I would say yes. Purity could
never refuse innocence ,this wise goddess wanted to purify and bring back all
innocence. Beyond that, this union
would begin to build a shield of purity around all that which is innocent,
namely the children.
And so it was agreed upon that innocence and purity
even though they would continue to stand apart and distinct, they would also blend.
And now it was so that this blending caused an explosion of
expotentiality. This resulted in
many little balls of potentiality.
Like little children they burst forth with glee. Bubbles of substance at first asking
then being called forth by the reformed light, to be swaddled and cared for.
They were new yet fully formed beings in the realm of consciousness.
The hills became enlivened by their sound of
music. Each ball originated from
the source of all life, ÒThe Mother of all CreationÓ. Their newly reformed light entered the earth as waves
rippled just below the surface.
The humans in the knowing acted as anchors on and in the earth to
stabilize this force.
Now is the time as this takes place, was is no more
and time is altered. As the heart
of the Mother beats and pulsates she turns her face and body towards the heart
of the earth. All beings hearts
pulsate in this rhythm. As this
now takes place all beings become purified and return back to a state of
innocence.
The crystalline child, whose mind is open to the
vastness of all the intelligence of the cosmos, plays in the sand filled
park. She is happy and joyous and
free. As she looks out through her
innocent eyes of freedom, her heart sails. She knows something of yet, though even in all her vastness
she cannot name. She recognizes
that others are not quite like her and her heart bleeds waves of
compassion.
She swings in the middle swing, always leaving
room for others to join her. As
she grips the cold smooth chain that holds her winged ride contentment fills
her. Higher and higher she goes
with each passing of the pendulous ride, sinking deeper and deeper into the
mystery.
She dreams that
a Unicorn enters the playground as everyone stands and looks in
awe. The unicorn enters carrying a
rose in its mouth as she slows down to greet him. The Unicorn drops a beautiful pink rose with dewdrops on it
at her feet. Tears stream down her
face and she now recognizes what before this moment she could not name.
Many others on the playground and in the park gather
in silent awe transformed by the sight.
Her with her round face and short-cropped black hair,she shines like the
sun and cannot move. All time
stands still, everything that moved before stops. The leaves from the trees stop their blowing and the sand no
longer settles and moves.
The cosmos is now entering the earth, like dew drops floating in a watery bliss. Descending down as they meet, the two separate bodies of matter blend and merge. And now and before those who hold memory, heaven once again becomes one with the earth.
The child awakens, opens her eyes as
she departs her ride. Her mother calls, she gathers her belongings and
they return home together.