Birthing the Holy

Last night, I walked through an oak shrouded park in near full moonlight. My companion and I watched as a circle encompassed the silver lady, one so impossibly large that it skimmed the plane of the horizon. We kept looking over our shoulders as she peered between the bare branches. (Oaks take longer than most to break into spring life, but they are also the last to bow to winter's rule.)

As we entered an open area, we again looked back, and I gasped. The moon was ensconced, rising, upon a swirling vortex of cloud that spiraled long and lean, holding the orb - or perhaps birthing it - high in the sky. The vortex gradually receded, forming a sky-spanning, perfect swan that lay motionless under the glowing moon.

Unknowing, he knelt and I sat, because it was a sight too awesome (in the true sense) to bear upon one's feet. I now understand the concept of 'holy'. What does it mean? I asked my God.

I heard, "An amazing thing is being birthed. It is global and it is personal. It looks like many separate things, but it is really all One. It is larger and more joyful than you can possibly imagine, and it will - you will - you all will - take wing. It is time for my children to Dream again."

Amen. Come, Lord Jesus.

Celebrate our Birth

We are reborn long before we see the earthly transformation. Just as a child remains hidden for 9 months after it is conceived, so our new selves remain hidden even after we are re-formed. It may be a minute, a month (Advent) or a lifetime, but we are assured that we are new creatures, even if it appears that we wear the old skin. We must pray, trust, & believe.

The truth is, we are born again & again & again in a never-ending series of miracles. We do not have merely one moment of rebirth at a specific time & place, as some mistakenly believe. No, it is a lifelong birthing experience as more and more of our true self is revealed. We must be reborn, yes. But we are mistaken if we think it is limited to our temporal plane. No, it lasts our entire lives and beyond, as we are changed from glory into glory.

In this holiday season, we are reminded to Believe. I believe. Blessed Diety, I believe. I pray that I be granted further miracles of birth, as more of my true self unfolds.