The
Guiding Light
September
4, 2013
The other day I walked across the field, reminiscing about
my fire ball experience. Several years
ago, I was in the hospital. One night, I
was trying to get some hospital sleep, which is not sound sleep because someone
is checking and prodding and poking every two hours. Around
2 o’clock in the morning I found myself in that not-fully-awake-and-not
fully-sleep state. In this state, I saw
the vision of a fireball traveling through space. It seemed that once I noticed the fireball,
it changed direction. It was heading for
me.
I watched that fireball accelerate as it hurried to its
destination: me. The fireball entered
the hospital, my room, and finally into my abdomen. My eyes fully opened as I said, “Something
just happened.” I went back into my
hospital sleep.
I was curious as to the timing of
this recollection. So I decided to
journey to the Elders. I wanted to ask
the question in their presence.
I arrived at the Elders’ cabin in
the middle of the night. The sky was
unusual because there was no moon or stars, and there was no cloud cover. Even though it was dark, and there was no
light in the sky, I could see where I was going.
There was one small light coming
from the Elders’ cabin—most likely a single candle. The light from a single candle burning from
within the home of the Elders was my guidance through this dark night. I followed my guiding light.
As I reached the front door of the
cabin, I stopped. I sensed a reverence
in the air; I could feel it, and sense it.
I knew it. Before opening the
door, I closed my eyes, took a breath and said, “Thank you.” It was the proper thing to do.
I opened the door and entered the
cabin. Immediately, I located the single
candle, my guiding light. The flame on
top of the candle was my guiding light.
The candle was a twelve inch white candle in a six inch plain wooden
candle holder. She, the guiding light,
was a very bright yellow and white flame.
I watched as she danced above the top of the candle. To the unopened eye, it was a flame on a
white candle in a wooden holder. To the
opened heart, it was a guiding light.
I knew I was to sit on the sofa in
front of my guiding light, and wait. The
Elders joined me around the guiding light: the Elder of Earth, the Elder of
Water, the Elder of Air and the Elder of Fire.
We sat together in silence and reverence. I sat in the silence, waiting in anticipation
for what was to be said. I sensed it coming.
The Elder of Air broke the
silence, looked at me and said, “Are you waiting for one of us to speak? Or, are you waiting for the guiding light?”
I returned my focus to the guiding
light, and waited. The silence grew more
intense. There was no sound, no
vibration and no thing. Then, I sensed a
gentle shift in the energy of the room; I felt it across my face.
In between my breaths, she spoke,
“Keeper of the Flame, the Sacred Fire of Creation. You seek the knowing of the fire that burns
within. Seek not the flame; however, be
the fire. There is a secret chamber
within the core of your heart; it is opening.
Seek not to name it or understand it.
Seek only to be it. The sacred
light and fire did not travel the outer cosmos to you; it traveled your inner
cosmos to your awareness. Remember the
sacred fire never goes out. It travels
from one plane of consciousness to another, appearing when called and
needed. It now is needed, and has been
called.”
She spoke no more. We returned to the sacred silence, and
listened. I focused on the guiding
light, as I waited on whatever else she had to share.
The Elder of Air shared,
“Young-old man, oh sorry—Grandfather.
There is nothing more to learn.
You have it, and you are ready. I
know you know this. However, sometimes
we need to hear it one more one time.”
He continued, “Keep
listening. It is your gift, among
others.”
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