Sacred Sight

     Imagine a time on Planet Earth before Man began to count the hours as the sun traveled across the sky. Imagine a time before Man drew an invisible line from North Pole to South Pole, down the middle of the Pacific Ocean, dividing the days. Imagine that time did not exist on the Earth. The winds blew full gale and then were calm. The waves crashed soundly upon the shore and then were still. The birds flew high, sang their songs and then would rest. The sun would come up and then go down. Time was an endless spiral with no beginning and no end. Like a familiar song…”Sunrise--Sunset, swiftly flow the days.”

     So is the journey of Man’s Soul: Death followed by Birth followed by Death followed by Birth. Flowing effortlessly like the sun as it rises and moves across the face of the Planet, our Soul gently fades from the spiritual life to physical life and back, for all eternity.

     Recognize the beauty and the multidimensionality of the Soul or Spirit within each of us. See how it transcends all time and space. Know yourself as so much more than our physical day to day reality. Believe in your dreams. Follow your visions. Explore your past and you will discover the present. Love the Earth and know that you have been everything and lived everywhere. Understand that the Human Soul is intended to be able to live in the spirit world and the physical plane simultaneously!

     My name is Darea and I am a priestess to the Goddess. I was chosen as a young child to be reared in Her honor because She danced in my visions and I could sing Her song. We are keepers of the Garden, my sisters and I. The little ones below teach us the way of the plants for nourishment and healing. The little ones teach us the ways to honor all life and to honor the Goddess. My life is simple and joyous. The Goddess often speaks to me and I share Her message to all. The Goddess desires fertility and abundance for all of Earth’s people and she gives messages as to which times are in accord with the cycles of Heaven and Earth. The Goddess is saddened by our fears and wicked ways. It is our fault that Her mate cannot stay. If we could change, Her tears would go away.

     The ancient ones have left many stone circles around the shores of Lough Gur. Sacred is the circle, without beginning or end. Sacred is the spiral of life. I live to dance the circle. Sometimes I am chosen to assist the Goddess to entice Her god mate. I joyously serve the Goddess so the Earth will heal from man’s fear and hate. I feel Her love and I feel Her pain. I share the ecstasy of Her union and I feel Her oneness with Her beloved mate. Many visions are shown to me.

     I see a day when our ways are forgotten. Our sacred stone circles will be shattered by time. The Goddess will be left alone to seek Her mate, and then I will return to Lough Gur before it’s too late. In a future time, a future place, the spirit of Priestess Darea will return with a new body, a new face. High on the hilltop, overlooking the lake, I will dance for all men’s sake, dancing the stone spiral, dancing for life, chanting Her message all day and all night.

     “Open your hearts to passion, dear people of Earth. Open your hearts to love of the Spirit of He who wishes to unite with the form of Thee. Fear not this sacred union, fear not this dance of spirit and matter. Let be, let LOVE! Invite that which is holy into your life. When all of Earth’s people are ONE with Spirit, the Goddess and Her lover shall burst into Light!”

     Sunsets in the Sahara Desert linger for what seems to be an eternity, opening windows of timelessness for all who take the opportunity to pause at that hour of the day. The crimson in the west creates a backdrop for the disappearing golden orb, blending into pinks and violets to contrast with the cloudless blue sky. In the final minutes, when the sun drops below the horizon, rays of golden light burst halfway across the heavens.

     In that moment, Princess Idout always felt as if Heaven and Earth truly became one, and so this was her favorite time to reflect and pray. She was sitting on a bench outside the small pyramid recently completed as tomb and memorial for her young son who had so abruptly passed on two years ago: the happy little boy who would have been king. To the east, workers struggled to complete the most impressive step pyramid to have been built at that time in all of Egypt. In the same complex was another pyramid, the burial site of her father, King Unas, who had departed from Earth life only one year before his grandson. It had been very important for him to believe that his lineage would be carried on through such a fine young boy. Princess Idout was tormented to think that she had let him down.

     “Oh, great Mother Isis! If only I had arrived sooner; if only I had done it differently, I know he would be alive today.” She sobbed for her heartbreak and feelings of guilt were as fresh as the day he had died.