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 I emerged from my shower this morning to find water droplets moving through the air, spinning like galaxies in the fabric of time and space. I stood, naked and wet, my towel falling listlessly from me as I gazed in awe and watched the currents of the breeze that lifted them and moved them down toward the floor to lightly touch my feet then move up toward the window ever spinning. I softly raised a hand to reach out and touch them and watched the currents flow around my hands, infinite stars falling from my fingers. I gasped in awe as I realized I was breathing galaxies into me and releasing them again as I exhaled. I found they respond to my touch, playfully spinning away as my hand approached them, then silently moving to me as I stood still. I understood the saying "All things come to he who waits". They do! They really do! The flow of life itself makes it happen, hastened only by our expectations. I have never felt more a part of the universe, nor more at home in it. After all, it had come spinning to me in my bathroom! After having had this profoundly moving vision, I quietly reflected through the next few days on what I knew of the nature of the universe, the nature of God, and ultimately, the nature of humanity. If ever there was a Trinity, it seemed to me that this was it! To understand the nature of the universe and God, for the purpose of this discussion, one must first understand how a hologram is made. A hologram is a three dimensional image of a three dimensional object that is created by using two sources of coherent light. Coherent light is light that is focused, as is a laser, unlike incoherent light, a more scattered broad spectrum light like the sun. In producing a holographic image, a laser beam is split and projected into a given space to act as a screen, like a movie screen. A second laser beam is then split, focused on an object, then reflected into the space where the first beam provides the screen. The result is a three dimensional image, a perfect replica of the original object. Now, let's say the original object is a watermelon. If we were to cut a slice off of the watermelon, we would expect to find two separate segments of the fruit, each incomplete without the other. Yet when we try this with a holographic image, we get a very different result. Rather that winding up with two separate parts of the whole, the original image remains fully intact while the sliced off portion exists as a perfect, albeit smaller, replica of the original image. Ponder that idea while considering the following story.
A certain man planted a rose and watered it faithfully, and before it blossomed, he examined it. He saw the bud that would soon blossom and also the thorns. And he thought, "How can any beautiful flower come from a plant burdened with so many sharp thorns?" Saddened by this thought, he neglected to water the rose, and before it was ready to bloom, it died. So it is with many people. Within every soul there is a rose. The God-like qualities planted in us at birth grow amid the thorns of our faults. Many of us look at ourselves and see only the thorns, the defects. We despair, thinking that nothing good can possibly come from us. We neglect to water the good within us, and eventually it dies. We never realize our potential. Some people do not see the rose within themselves; someone else must show it to them. One of the greatest gifts a person can possess is to be able to reach past the thorns and find the rose within others. This is the characteristic of love, to look at a person, and knowing his faults, recognize the nobility in his soul, and help him realize that he can overcome his faults. If we show him the rose, he will conquer the thorns. Then will he blossom, blooming forth thirty, sixty, a hundred-fold as it is given to him. Our duty in this world is to help others by showing them their roses and not their thorns. Only then can we achieve the love we should feel for each other; only then can we bloom in our own garden. [Anonymous] A good friend once shared a story that beautifully illustrates one of a myriad of ways one might be shown the divine source of his/her humanity. Charlene had attended an antiwar demonstration some years ago. She and dozens of other protesters had gathered, carrying signs, talking to people, and singing, sharing a common purpose. Fearing things might get out of hand, one might suppose, the police came out in force to "control" the crowd. They moved in to the mass of people in full riot gear, their nightsticks drawn, and proceeded to arrest and beat the protesters. Charlene was no exception to their wrath. One of the policemen beat her until she could no longer stand. She fell at his feet in a heap, making no attempt to fight back nor even to block the blows that rained down on her. Perhaps weary from the barrage of battering he had dispensed, the policemen stopped a moment. In that moment, Charlene feebly raised her hand up to him in a gesture that clearly asked for help. He took her hand, helping her to her feet, sobbing all the while. In that moment, without having uttered a word, she had touched the core of his humanity, that place where God is, and he responded. His tears offered the most sincere apology one could ever ask for. In the days that had followed my vision, these were the things that kept swirling through my head, like pieces to a puzzle I was being asked to put together. I found myself asking more questions than coming to any solid conclusions. What if some of the things we have learned have been accurate, but it has been our understanding that has been lacking? Could it be the holographic model that is the basis of what is divine and what is human? Could that be what was meant by our being created in the image and likeness of God? And perhaps every bit as important, what if Heaven is not the exclusive club we gain entrance to only by attaining some elusive, and highly subjective, state of perfection? What if Heaven is actually Home? The place that welcomes us without question, with open arms, and warm embraces. The place where that spark of the divine that dwells eternally within us, that IS us is clearly recognized and nothing else matters? What if? © 3/2001 Cassie Zievers Note: This was first published in March in _Psychic Interactive_ magazine in Australia.
Originally published in Project X Newsletter #64
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