“I have been a seeker and I still am,
but I stopped asking the books and the stars.
I started listening to the teaching of my soul.”
Looking into the amethyst sea I notice the morning fog lifting to reveal on its mirrored surface tiny stars fallen from the azure sky as night was parting.
“What a gift”, I thought.
Uncountable flowers are blossoming on golden stems growing amidst massive fronds of earth.
On this glorious new day, Gaia turned to pure gold to reveal its true nature; unlimited abundance.
Industrious millipedes feast in the wee hours scrubbing the shoots’ roots clean to expose vibrant health.
The air is pregnant with joy and I breathe it all in the here and now.
I am listening to the teaching of my soul.
My way of listening to my soul is by painting, and on the morning of the Jewish Day of Atonement, the prescribed fasting, prayers and silence turned into more than six hours of co-creation.
But it took ten more days of looking into the amethyst sea until I began to see that Spirit was in its flowing waters. And much like the beautiful purple crystal of the same name, it was inviting me to connect more deeply with the energy of Divinity, and uncover spiritual lessons etched in my present life situations.
In the lifting fog I could see that I was still trapped by mind constructs that do not serve me. The art was beckoning me to get out of a cage that is keyless.
The millipedes’ appearance and the overabundance of pure gold provided clues that I needed to dig deep into my upbringing and clear the past.
Millipedes make their home in damp, dark spots burrowed in the soil or under plant debris on forest floors. They munch on rotting leaves, wood and other moist, decaying vegetation. These scavengers function as important plant decomposers in nature, recycling nutrients back into the soil like earthworms.
The slow yet effective arthropods were teaching me to patiently and deeply munch away at the thought patterns acquired in childhood, and created from observing my parents behaviors, my extended family’s reactions and my interactions with other people. The past (decaying vegetation) needed to be decomposed, yet its roots had rich nutrients that could be recycled into lessons learned and integrated.
Old patterns can indeed enrich our lives. I do this when I recycle them as paintings carrying spiritual guidance, and then use these to help others uncover what in their lives need to be scavenged away. And as the delicate gold leaves floating in the water imply; there is much wealth present in my life: I do what I love and I am supported by wonderful collectors, students, friends and family.
The tiny stars scattered on the water provide additional insights about the art that I co-create with Spirit. Seeking Divine guidance is only one part of the equation. The other part is to act on what I have intuited and closely monitor my thoughts when I am not painting, meditating or teaching.
When we trust divine guidance, and move in the world propelled by that guidance, what we manifest is in alignment with our path in this lifetime.
As I finally focused on the magical flowers blossoming out of pure gold I knew I was listening to the teaching of my soul. I understood my lesson and felt as if I had wings. My chest expanded to accommodate joy and then, I remembered another of Rumi’s lessons,
“I looked in temples, churches, and mosques. But I found the Divine within my heart.”
And for the first time, I noticed that the flowers were everywhere. They were uncountable!
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