It's September 3rd.
I wrote that date several times since midnight...it's one of those dates that stood out from about 2359 on September 2nd. I was writing in the information on my patients flow sheet for today...September 3rd, and I caught myself innocently clinging to a fascination with the date. My "numbers mind" silently inquired what the significance of September 3rd really could be...as it had not found a significance known to me to this date.
I didn't seek it...it just came!
It became a day of great "feeling" for who I am, who I really am...who we REALLY are.
There is beauty in understanding divinity. There is godliness and tender strength in "feeling" the nature of the light which resides within us...and others. When that is felt, it is hard to contain the spirit de luz, the spirit of light, it radiates from the beholder...testifying to the world, "I know who I am!". I felt that today. I felt that for myself...I felt that for others. I recalled my patriarchal blessing and looked in awe over the "daughter" that I am and have been chosen to be.
September 3rd will stand as a day that drew me close to piercing the veil of my mortal eyes, and if that's all it is significant for, then it has done it's job.
I came home to my children this morning.
I came home from caring for others children, to caring for mine.
These are low key days; I am the only parent in the home, as Steve is working, I am tired and physically exhausted, and my spirit must carry me for the next 24-30 hours. My first job involves assuring the safety and well being of MY children, and that will last until 1800 when I leave to fulfill my second job again, assuring the safety and well being of other parents' children.
How symbolic that the Lord would share this sacred information with me on a day in which my physical nature is so weak...allowing my spirit to take over.
Maya hugged me as soon as I walked into the door. Her little body grabbed me and expressed sweet, pure love! As I bathed, she grabbed a wipe from a container sitting around and threw it into the water and laughed at my hair waving back and forth in the water...just as hers does every evening! I felt her joy and thrill as she threw the wipe onto me, and I squealed in laughter at her cute gestures; it took her by surprise, and I intended to...
then I basked in the "feeling" of peace that her laugh brought me.
I allowed her to turn on the hot water, and as her hand gently reached, within centimeters, of the flowing beauty that held hidden danger, I warned her, "Baby, the water is hot, be careful!" Her little fingers brushed the water and pulled themselves back as she "felt" the hot stream sting her skin, but she withdrew in time to be saved from pain; she then giggled at her discovery and we turned the water off together.
I then "felt" the heat of that water, as it's energy pierced the metal spout which my hand braced to steady myself as I lifted my body out of the tub. How bizarre that the very thing I warn my children of can be there waiting for me, in a different angle, to teach me how to "feel", even if feeling is painful.
I then placed my daughter into my arms and felt her little body relax into mine, I snuggled her, and felt sleep coming over her as she felt the love which was pouring out of my fingers and lips.
Our spirits communicate through the art of thoughts, feelings, and emotions. Our physical body is an amazing symbol to teach us of the divinity of our spiritual nature. We literally feel the pain of hot stinging water, and the scorching capacity of metal, warmed by that water. We physically feel the warmth of being snuggled under blankets and in the arms of those we love. How deep the physical senses are to remind us of our spirits and how their entire form of communication is through tuning, listening, and feeling who we really are.
How divine that spiritual nature is when it is seen through the eyes of the heart...through feeling the spirit grasp your heart, take over the physical body, and speak so clearly as to who you are, who you really are in every shape and form. It is a veil piercing experience. I felt the effects of the spirit through the entire morning, even to the moment I layed my physical body down for a slight renewal of energy. I received but a few minutes...maybe 30...before my Lydia was begging me to take care of her, and when I woke, that feeling was gone. How strong that spiritual feeling is, that reminder of who we are, and how sad it felt to have it there, but dimmed, as my physical body gained a small degree of strength back.
I would give anything to feel as close to the veil as I did this morning, when my spirit carried my tired body, and my physical body no longer triumphed, in feeling, over my radiating spirit.
It is a beautiful thing.
The closest physical way I have felt that spiritual sense at it's fullest is by simply looking into another persons eyes who knows who they are...they are windows to the soul!
