Merry Christmas, New World!
Christmas is 9 months after March 25, which is the feast of the Annunciation, when the Archangel Gabriel appeared to Mary to announce that she would give birth to Jesus Christ the Son of God. It is commonly understood by people of today that Christ paved the way for Christ consciousness, so the second coming is within each of our hearts and minds.
On March 25, 1998, as the 900th birthday of Hildegard of Bingen was being celebrated worldwide, I was visited by Jesus, or more accurately, I visited Mary Magdalene as she witnessed the resurrection of her beloved Jesus. This event still brings tears to my eyes, as it put me most firmly on my track to where I am today, writing the book that I’ve been trying to write since the spring of 1988 when my first big mystical awakening blossomed. In the fall of 1987 after the Harmonic Convergence, which I’d heard of and wondered what good it could do, I went into a trance of being a nun kneeling to pray in the light of my favorite window in a small rough-hewn stone space. Ten years later I fully discovered that my past life was Hildegard, and it’s taken more than another ten years to integrate that. I set out to accomplish so many things, including finding my soulmate (I knew she would be like Elisabeth von Schonau, and voila!), founding a spiritual community, and understanding my mission in life. All these things and more have come to pass and will be explained in the book that I am deep into now, hence my apologies for not putting much effort into this blog lately.
I don’t know where to begin with the gratitude, so many have supported my soul and my life. I will paraphrase one mystic whose name escapes me now, “it was in me to give because I was given so much”. I want to say a big thank you to Rudolf Steiner, in whose lectures at the end of his life he dared to “out” the paths of many great souls, in hopes that one day such knowledge might help save the Earth. It shall. In his time the ignorance was rising; he was himself persecuted and called a Jew by those who would kill six million and more, but who failed of course to kill the World Soul, as the reincarnated return knowing more what to do (Temple Grandin for example knew what to do). In volume 4 of Karmic Relationships by Steiner my own path is described, and he is perfectly correct! Since the First Council of Nicaea I have been trying to understand and promote humanity’s fate to become divine. Rest assured that the Love you would know plays a part, for as my dear friend Fyodor once said and I will quote again here, “Beauty will save the world.”
Many thanks to Emanuel Swedenborg, for so much he got right. You inspired me friend with your own writings on humanity’s angelic evolution; may you be so happily joined with your soulmate now. Many thanks to Courtney Bender, Columbia University sociologist who followed her own bliss to interview the friends of Hildegard in 2002; I would encourage all to enjoy her new book “The New Metaphysicals” best purchased on Amazon (the university press gives no discount to bookstores). Many thanks of course to my friends, to my parents, to Lazaris and Jesus and Goddess and God and Great Spirit and All That Loves (and therefore Is).
Thanks too to the many fine scholars who have worked to revive interest in Hildegard, sister of my soul, since the early 1960’s; they worked without knowing to support my own birth and growing up. Of course I expect them to be horrified when I say who I was, nonetheless they know what it is like to follow the call of the soul and serve the world, so they deserve all the respect we who know why they did what they did can too revive. Anyone who thinks I sully Hildegard's life may rest assured she is plenty active on her own; feel free to call on St. Hildegard, just as anyone should feel free to call on your own grand and glorious Higher Self when the purpose of love and more light is served. If anyone thinks my past life is great, wait til they see their own future self!
I was so grateful to be invited to a special solstice ritual this past week, led by a good Cherokee man. He was so happy and awed to have remembered in the hours or days prior, that it had been long prophesied by the Native Americans, that the old world of darkness would end and the new world of light would begin when the red moon came on the darkest night. The red moon is the lunar eclipse, as the shadow of the Earth, representing humanity’s darkness, covers the guiding light of the illumined unconscious and turns the moon dark with the color of blood. So many have died here in this land in what is surely the largest genocide ever recorded and still not recognized, yet how many good spirit guides come to us as Native American. The love and forgiveness here boggles the mind.
So yes, the prophecy came to pass! On the morning of December 21 this year 2010, there was a full moon on the solstice, which itself happens only every few years. But more, to have a full lunar eclipse, that strange coincidence of the Earth’s shadow being just the right size to cover the moon when too the moon is the right size to cover the sun at other auspicious times, that has not happened on the solstice since December 21, 1638, no doubt predating the prophecy. And so gently, quietly, without a lot of fuss, the world turned from darkness to light. And all at our circle committed themselves to being the best and fullest human they were meant to be, to love and serve the Mother Earth. The I who is writing my book am happy and honored to do no less. Thank you Lady Gaia for the parts you give us to play on your loving and numinous stage, this planetary surface of more miracles and beauty than our weaker but earnest minds can ever hope to enumerate, yet still will we joyfully try.
That night I read to our solstice gathering the following revision of William Butler Yeat’s most dreaded and dark poem The Second Coming, written in 1919 about the end of the world. I’d made an inverted version in June of this year before starting this blog to celebrate the beginning of the new world that I could already feel, at a time when many psychics were dreading the summer which turned out alright after all, thanks to the arrival of more beings of the Love in the Light. I’m not claiming the mystical structure nor the poetry of the following verse, for Yeats was as brilliant as he must have been scared. I only felt the love of Spirit for the opportunity to turn around another great mystic’s forboding’s of the coming disaster called the Shoah, the calamity. Nie wieder, never again, it can be truly stated now. Thank you God.
Second Coming, in the Hope of Yeats
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon finally heard the falconer;
Things fell together; the centre always held;
Mere love is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide has receded, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is reborn;
The best recall their conviction, while the worst
have forgotten their passionate intensity.
Every day another revelation is at hand;
Surely every Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Propels my sight: somewhere in the depths of each heart
A shape with angel body and the face of a human,
Its gaze warm and enlivening as the sun,
Is stirring its charges awake, while all about it
Reel starlight forms of the friends of the Earth.
The darkness drops again; and now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were carried in slumber by a rocking cradle,
And what glorious being, its hour come round at last,
Rises in you to be born?
