I heard in a dream these words: Enter. Behold. I am above. I am below. It touched me deeply. When I silently repeated it over the next few days and weeks, I could feel its sacred quality. I now look back at the timing of this dream and I feel it fresh and alive.
What I want to write about today is not easy. For it has to do with something so sacred. It has been hidden in my consciousness for most of my life. I catch glimpses of a certain knowledge of feminine consciousness, and then my patterns or old wounds cover it over again. Each time, however, more is revealed.
And lately, what I feel is to share about this sacred way of being in relation to our everyday life. It is, one could say, about living love. It is to live life as a song.
More recently, I have experienced a sense of urgency in making conscious this knowledge. I think many women feel this now. And with this intention, the knowledge comes to meet us, too.
I had once been told in a dream that this feminine consciousness can be understood through stories.
So I share a story about a grandmother I know. She works as a physical therapist, and was also very worried about her grown children and her grandchildren. Over time, she became exhausted.
She said: “I have been seeking my relationship to the feminine for years – the energy source. I am not a good conduit. I had a difficult relationship with my mother. The energy isn’t able to flow through me. But then I had this dream:
I was with a woman, telling her about all my fears, mostly about my children. I was telling her that I am always in a hyper-vigilant place. The woman doesn’t say anything, but she gives me a vial of rose oil. She tells me to put it on my wrists and my lips, often, during the day. It was then time to make a meal, as the children would be returning soon. I asked her, “Can I help you?” The woman said, “That’s my job. Your job is to rest.”
“I knew the dream didn’t mean to get a good night’s sleep,” she continued. “I’ve been thinking about it for days. It has to do with how I am. To rest is to be in the stillness. This is a different way to be.
”Her dream spoke to me, too. Maybe it touches you who read this. I know many others who have had similar experiences where life, or a dream, calls out for us to stop old patterns that come from a wound.
To live instead this song. This way to be, as a prayer, even while we take care of the needs of each day.
Enter. Behold. I am above. I am below.