Preparations For Winter Solstice 2017: ‘The Lighting Of The Five Candles’ Ritual/Liturgy

20171213 LIGHTING OF THE FIVE CANDLES RITUALYes, it’s nearly that time again, the time of the winter solstice (for those in the northern hemisphere). Yesterday we looked at a song for the this season and the actual event, see here, and today, as promised there’s more. Today, we’re looking at another idea to celebrate this wonderfully ‘thin place’ time., to celebrate the event of winter solstice and to give gratitude to the Solstice-Giver.

How will you celebrate the winter solstice?

The Lighting of The Five Candles Ritual/Liturgy

Requirement: 5 candles (in appropriate holders etc for safety-sake, eg votive candles.

The following can be recited by you, and/or friends or family, and/or your faith group. Do adapt the words and action as you feel appropriate to make it meaningful to you. And, there is no rush. This could take a minute or two (and could be part of a larger ritual that you might have planned), or you could pause before the ritual lighting of each candle and meditate, in which case the ritual might take many more minutes.

The liturgy is based on sacred text, but is inclusive and so might appeal to a ‘wider audience’ of another faith or belief without too much adaptation.  It is, after all, a suggestion, to encourage you to celebrate, and do something intentional and meaningful at the time of this wonderful event.

The four candles could represent the four quarters of the earth, the cardinal points, the four Gospels, the four elements, and the fifth could represent the Spirit? So, here’s a suggested liturgy/ritual.

As the first candle is lit the following is recited:

You/All: We walked in darkness, but you showed us the light. We pray for those that walk in darkness, that they, too, may see the light that shines in the darkness. (Based on Isaiah 9.2)

The following is recited, as the second candle is lit:

You/All: The light shines in the darkness, still. And the darkness did not comprehend it. We give thanks for the light that guides us. (Based on John 1:5)

The following is recited, as the third candle is lit:

You/All: You are the light of the world, and indwell us, so that we become a light in the world. We seek ways to live out that light in our life, in service to all. (Based on Matthew 5:14)

The following is recited, as the fourth candle is lit:

You/All: There will be no night there, because Your light will illumine us. We praise you for that great promise of light. (Based on Revelation 22:5)

The following is recited, as the fifth candle is lit. You might want to light the fifth candle and say the following only on the day of the winter solstice and/or Christmas Day, but it could be said at any time this season – you get to choose)

You/All: Light from Light Eternal, born this happy morning, we greet you. (Based on a carol, based on ancient sacred text)

Wishing you the blessings of this season of dark and Light Tadhg.

 

Preparations For Winter Solstice 2017: Song: The Circle Is Turning

201711212 PREP FOR WINTER SOLSCTICE SONG THE CIRCLE IS TURNINGYes, it’s nearly that time again, the time of the winter solstice (for those in the northern hemisphere). Winter solstice takes place on Thursday, 21 December, this year (2017) – it’s the longest night, the shortest day: sunrise is at 8.04am,  which is all important for those wishing to celebrate this wonderful midwinter event.

‘Light can only be understood with the wisdom of darkness.’  Ka Chinery

In Wales it is known by its Druidic name, ‘Alban Arthan’, which is Welsh for ‘Light of Winter’. And so it is time of merriment around the camp or village fire for Celts, Druids, Welsh folk ancient and modern, a time to light candles in the darkest of times, and a time to acknowledge that deep in the earth the seeds of hope are becoming active, and that Light and spring are on their way. It is seen as a time of rebirth and renewal.

How will you celebrate the winter solstice?

Today, and over the next couple of days I’ll suggest a few ideas that you might like to consider for yourself if you will be celebrating alone, for your friends or family, of faith-group.

Kazran Sardick: ‘On every world, wherever people are, in the deepest part of the winter, at the exact mid-point, everybody stops and turns and hugs. As if to say, “Well done. Well done, everyone! We’re halfway out of the dark’. Dr Who,  A Christmas Carol

The following song is one you might like consider (a song, or maybe as poetry/liturgy). The words are contemporary,, that I penned last year for this time, but the tune is an old gaelic tune, known as of Fear a Bhata.

The tune fits the following song words well, and the tune is full of depth and pathos. You might like to listen to the tune and read through the words a few times before singing – but do have a go. It doesn’t have to be perfect. Our intentionality and ‘offering’ is what is important, as is to enjoy the experience in celebrating Light in the depth of darkness.

‘The light shines in the darkness… John 1:5a, The Book

The tune can be heard  here. The words ‘fit’ the tune (with a bit of manoeuvring) and starts at 11 seconds into the video).

But, here’s the words to the poem/liturgy/song:

The Circle is turning,
we celebrate winter.
The Circle is turning,
we celebrate winter.
The Circle is turning,
we celebrate winter.
And nature sleeps, as the darkness falls.

The trees, they slumber,
deep roots are dreaming.
The trees, they slumber,
deep roots are dreaming.
The trees, they slumber,
deep roots are dreaming.
I’m listening to the winter’s sacred rest.

The snow is falling,
the earth is bless-éd.
The snow is falling,
the earth is bless-éd.
The snow is falling,
the earth is bless-éd.
The hope of spring, ye-et to come.

The Circle is turning,
we celebrate winter.
The Circle is turning,
we celebrate winter.
The Circle is turning,
we celebrate winter.
And nature sleeps, as the darkness falls.

There will be more ideas tomorrow. Meanwhile, blessings to you and yours, Tadhg

The Enchantment Of Snow: Tadhg’s Journal

20171211 The Enchantment Of Snow Lessons From Frozen PrecipitationComing down the stairs, with my eyes looking at my feet so as not to trip, I blended in with a myriad of other people beside me, in front of me, and behind me, all intent on leaving the underground station as quickly as possible. It was dark, it was damp, and dreadfully cold. It was Sunday evening, 10 December, and it was snowing in London – the first snowfall locally for the winter (apart from a five minute ‘snow storm’ last week). It had been rumoured that even the fountains at Trafalgar Square had frozen, so I heard.

Now at ground level, and at the exit barriers, for a moment, I was lined up with half a dozen other people who looked as though they were just about to run several furlongs in the 2.40 at Haydock Park. And then we were off. Through the barrier and homeward bound.

‘Snow provokes responses that reach right back to childhood.’ Andy Goldsworthy

The street was busy. So many people.  Traffic noise blared. Traffic lights seemingly overly bright, glared; and the snow-laden wind howled and caught us all by surprise as we turned the corner. Gasps could be heard as a bitter and raw wind hit the face of an unsuspecting people. In the distance the Salvation Army, in their favourite annual spot, just outside the pub, could be heard singing Carols to a moving sea of people who seemed not to notice them.

The snow underfoot had become ice and my pace slowed, not wishing to fall and crack a rib as I had done this time last year.

I know, for many, snow can be a nuisance, but for me, right here, right now, it was amazing. I love it, and admit to having let my inner-child run loose. But, please: don’t stop me know. Nature in all it’s glory had bathed the city in a white dress as only nature knows, and it was pretty, it was awesome, and inviting. But, an invitation to what?

In the middle of the park, I stopped. And yet, as I remained motionless, I had the perception of moving.

The falling snow, caught in the yellow street lamps that were in a line at the path’s edge, looked like twinkling, falling stars. And, in a horizontal wind, the snow passed my face to the left and to the right, and it felt as though I was moving and tit was stationary.

Without moving it seemed as though I had stumbled into unfamiliar and alien territory. I felt like a stranger, lost, and unable to recognise any familiar landmarks around me.

Silence descended. The traffic noise seemed a million miles away, and the neon traffic lights’ glare seemed like lights shining below the horizon, and the hustle and bustle of people rushing to get home was now a distant memory. All was still.

‘The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?’ J B Priestley

Mechanical time had given way to another perception of time that seemed to flow and yet not flow. A still point. It was nature’s dance and I was included. ‘Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and (yet) there is only the dance’.

Could I, indeed, be moving through an unchartered part of space, a field of stars? Should my intention be to ‘bodily go’, or was that happening anyway?

Had I entered some kind of liminal access point, a ‘thin place’, a portal to another realm, unknowingly?

Had I stepped back in time? Certainly childhood memories of playing in the snow flooded my thoughts. Wonderful memories!

Had I stepped out of our world, into some altogether much more expansive , connected and mysterious?

‘A snow day literally and figuratively falls from the sky -unbidden – and seems like a thing of wonder.’ Susan Orlean

Was my imagination running riot – that faculty that children wonderfully indwell and many adults rarely visit. Was this the key to this odd out-of-time event?

I wanted to analyse, research, detail what was happening, but knew that had I done so I would have been catapulted back into mechanical time, and so I just revelled in this fleeting experience and enjoyed it. Have you encountered this? Have you encountered?

‘Snowflakes are kisses from heaven.’ Anonymous

And then, without any apparent reason, I was back. Back from where?

People seemed to appear as if from nowhere, traffic noise seemed louder now, lights brighter, and I saw where I was:  in the middle of snow-laden Parson’s Green on a cold, dark, dismal, snowy December evening.

I started to walk, albeit slowly, but roughly keeping apace with other people around me, thinking of what I would cook for dinner that evening, what presents I would buy, and who I had to telephone. Yes, I was back in the realm of mechanical time. And yet, in the back of my mind was the memory of that encounter, that place, that still point ‘of the turning of the world’.

We are all ‘edge-walkers’, straddling two realms (and possibly more). Someone once said, ‘Seek and you will find’, and that is so. Don’t look at the world except with physical eyes and ‘physicality’ is all you will see. Seek and delve a bit deeper, and the world opens up to us all, into an altogether mysterious and more wonderful place, and at this time of the year, ‘thin places’  and ‘magic’ abounds…if we seek them.

 

Tadhg’s Invite: Table Talk

201711210 TABLE TALK INVITE DECEMBER 10Some of you will know that a couple of months back I spent some time on one of Scotland’s remote islands, Iona.

It was a wonderful time. It is an awesome and liminal place. It was a pilgrimage in many respects – a time to draw aside, remember vows made and promises to myself, and a time to think, meditate, pray and ‘re-energise’. I would heartily recommend a visit to Iona if you’re able to, and haven’t done so already.

Coffee? Tea? Chat in person? Skype call?

One of the deep thoughts I had there was of the sense of connectedness with you and all who read these articles, and the deep gratitude I have for you in reading articles here. But, there was more. In an age where we can cover vast distances in no time at all through the internet, I sought to think of ways of how to utilise that useful ‘tool’.

And so, I am now thinking that:

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    The coffee or tea is on me!

    if you live or work in London (UK) I’d really like to invite you for a cup of coffee to meet you and get to know you more, especially with the winter solstice, Christmas, new moon and the new year coming up. Time to meet, to celebrate another year and know each other more.  The easiest way to do this, is via text – and I can be  reached by text on the UK mobile telephone: 07743 956981.

I can mention some times I’m available at the Magic Cafe, Fulham Palace Road, Fulham, and will do so if/when you text (with directions). Or, you can mention some dates and times when you’re available to come to the Magic Café. We’ll try to work out a mutually convenient day/time. Don’t forget to tell me who you are.

  • Untitledif you live further afield, outside London or abroad, then maybe we can ‘connect’ via Skype. Again, please text availability using my UK mobile telephone: 07743 956981. My Skype name is: tadhg jonathan. We’ll try to work out a mutually convenient day/time. Don’t forget to tell me who you are.

Or,

  • if you’d rather send a text or two (or more) only, by all means use the mobile telephone number already mentioned, and we can get to know each other that way.

Ofcourse, this is optional and a personal invitation to you. But, if you would rather not do any of this, rest assured you are in my prayers and well-wishes as we journey together via this website, and I look forward to connecting with you in the future via articles, here.

Blessings, light and love be to you and yours, Tadhg.

 

201711210 TABLE TALK INVITE DECEMBER 10

 

 

A Storm Is Headed Our Way: Tadhg’s Journal

20171207 Storms And Us

A Storm is heading our way. Storm Caroline is battering Britain, and the ferry services between Oban and the Isle of Mull, and Mull to Iona have been suspended. Radio bulletin

One of the things I like about London is the museums and art galleries, and cafes, and the exhibitions it hosts, and especially the Festival of Mind, Body and Spirit. So many stands, and so many wise and wonderful people, and not a wrinkle in sight (on many of the exhibitors). I have a confession: I avoid those who have ‘answers’ and yet have no wrinkles and scars. It’s just me, perhaps, but I wonder what they have in common with me. I mean, their life is so blessed and worry-free?

When I’m staying in London there are a number of churches (and I’m not anti-church, as they are great institutions) that are nearby. But, I find it difficult to join in with many of them, as they all seem to have problem-free lives, and that bears little resemblance to my life at the moment.

Ah, when I was younger, I used to love reading those Superman comics (and I even had a deal with the local shop: if I bought three comics, read them and returned them in mint condition, then I could have a fourth one, free of charge!). Supeman, then was ‘immune’ to any kind of injury and you always knew he would triumph. And, even at that young age I realised that he had little in common with me.

Here is my confession, yes, another confession in just the space of a moment or two: I am not immune to the ‘storms’ of life. In my relatively short life I have been a single-parent family and am immensely proud of my two sons, have been a cancer patient and subsequent survivor by the grace of God (working through the wonderful NHS in the UK), a thyroid patient, had a year-long dreadful reaction to precscribed medicine and got through it, fell down and cracked two ribs a couple of years ago and healed, and now I’m facing a ‘storm’ over the administration of my late-Dad’s house, when it could have gone so well but for ‘forces’ beyond my control. It is tough going, and there are no easy answers.

I am not afraid of storms for I am learning how to sail my ship. Louisa May Alcott

It’s for that reason that I like stands at the Festival of Mind, Body and Spirit with ‘real’ people on them, people with wrinkles or scars, or a ‘tough’ life-story to tell. I love genuine people. People, who like me, have and are facing life-storms. I like churches where I know the people admit their flaws and still have hope. Authentic people. Wonderful. And I like that story, where the Source of All, who was perfect, took on the shell of humanity and even though perfect died a messy death (and overcame it, demonstrably). Life, seemingly snuffed out, comes back more ‘alive’ than before. Love wins.

And it’s one reason I like those who call themselves Druid. In latter days it used to take forty years to become a Druid, and so feasibly you would never meet a Druid or Druidic leader under the age of about 60. They would have lived life to the full, known a few ‘storm’s and have a few wrinkles on their countenenace. Awesome. Ofcourse, for many groups it doesnt take forty years now, but I ‘warm’ more with older Druids in leadership because of their experiences

‘Storms make the oak grow deeper roots’. George Herbert

It has been said our response to challenges and negativty can go one of two ways: make us better or bitter. In my current stortm – and I cannot tell you how excruciatingly emotional and draining it is – I am choosing to use the painful experience to be better. This ‘storm’ is temporary. It won’t last. It will not bring me down to respond negatvily. I choose to learn from it. And, it is teaching me that I am surrounded by a myriad of supportive family and friends, and that is an amazing comfort.

‘Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass…It’s about learning to dance in the rain.’ Vivian Greene

Perception is important. I might look at the ‘externals’ only, and I see painful events. But, I know I need to read what I have written here previously, and look deeper. For then, whether I can see it or not, or experience it or not, I know that things are not what they seem, and good is coming out of this. Love prevails.

‘Storm Caroline will last approximately 48 hours and move eastward’. Radio broadcast.

If you’re going through a ‘storm’ now, I wish I could wave a magic wand and rectify things. But, I am with you dear bother/sister for this journey albeit rough right now, and though we might weep now, we will laugh together tomorrow and through eternity. And, we have the Companion with us. Something now, somehow, is being wrought out of the present ‘storm’.

Meanwhile, there are no easy answers. Perhaps, there aren’t meant to be any easy answers, but that we are changed for the better (whether we know it or not) in the process, and there will be a time (perhaps in the next realm) where it will all make sense. Love prevails.

‘And the one sitting on the throne said, “Behold, I am making all things new!” Revelation 21:5, The Book

 

Perception And The Llamhigyn Y Dwr: Story

20171204 Perception And The Llamhigyn Dwr A Story From YesteryearYou know I love stories, and here’s one from yesteryear about perception. It’s easy to be fooled into seeing things at face value, but the discerning , and that includes you, know that in many cases there is more going on than meets the eye.

There is always something more to perceive, to see, to understand, even to ‘guess’ at what might happen. Our imaginations are an important ‘tool’ and can come in uderful here, and its a ‘tool’ that many forget to use. Our imagination can allow us to see beyond and consider a realm that might otherwise have been invisible to us.

Yes, I love stories, and here’s one from my childhood, that highlights the necessity of perceiving things differently.

As a child I used to love to fish in one of the nearby local lakes. For those who believe that fishing is a cruel sport. It’s okay. I never caught anything, but I used to love the experience of being there, by a lake, in a forest, and in such a beautiful place.

With a flask of tomato soup, a packed sandwich for later, I was in my element, and could sit there all day, and did.

This lake was about a mile from my grandparents’ cottage. My grandmother was an avid book-reader and an avid storyteller.

She once told me about the story of Llamhigyn Y Dwr – the water leaper – a creature that is said to resemble a frog, but with a stinger on the end of its tail like a scorpion, and it had bat wings instead of front legs. It is said to frequent lakes. The really worrying thing about the water-leaper, and something to bear in mind, was that it was said to be the size of a cow.

And so, there I was fishing one day. The sun was shining on the water and I was mesmerised. Unknown to me, by all accounts, I moved slowly, ever so slowly towards the waters edge. And then the inevitable happened. I fell in with a huge, ‘splash’. I couldn’t get out that quickly as I fell and sat down cross-legged. Thankfully, my granddad was close by, ran towards me at great speed for a portly fellow, and pulled me out. Sopping wet, but still clutching my ‘bought at Woolworths’ fibre/glass fishing rod, I was quickly pulled out.

Of course, that evening my granddad just had to recount the story over and over again. It was so embarrassing for me. Sometime time later, however, my grandmother, sitting by the open fire hearth, beckoned me. And in a subdued voice and a twinkle in her eye, she said, ‘Pay no attention to your granddaddy. You and I know that you didn’t fall in. You were, infact, pulled in by the Llamhigyn Y Dwr which was the size of a cow, and were brave enough to wrestle it and keep hold of your fishing rod. Well done!’.

I think my grandmother had the right idea, used her imagination, and could see things in a new and exicting, deeper way than many people could. At least as a child I could, for a moment, glimpse the world in a different way as she retold that story. And, using imagination you and I can see ‘deeper’ still, today. It is the way to perceive spiritual things and the Divine at work. Eyes beyond eyes.

The Cold Moon: December’s Full Moon [Ephemera]

20171201 THE COLD MOON EPHEMERA AND MORE

It’s coming up to another full moon. I love them. In ancient times (and in some parts of the world today) many would reckon their calendars by the movement of the moon and stars. Though we might not do that today in our workplaces, there is nothing to stop us from doing so in our own time, and this is what I would suggest. There are benefits.

To gaze at a full moon and ponder, to give thanks to the Source of All is a joy and a privilege. If you  and I can spend some time gazing at the Earth’s celestial companion this Sunday, even if its just for a few minutes sipping a hot drink – and yes, I have (re-)discovered Horlicks, then I do believe we would benefit by stepping out of mechanical time and appreciating nature and nature’s cycles (more so).

‘There is one glory of the sun, and another glory of the moon, and another glory of the stars; for star differs from star in glory.’ 1 Corinthians 15:41, The Book

The next full moon takes place this Sunday, on 3 December 2017 in the constellation of Taurus (rising above the horizon from a London, Uk aspect at about 4.30pm in the ENE, higher in the sky as the evening progresses), and is quite near a bright start, and that will the be Aldebaran (some 65.12 light years away). It’s that time of the year, there’s ‘magic’ in the air, and it’s a time of liminality as we move closer to the climax of the month, so do revel in this ‘thin-place’ and ponder upon this wonderful upcoming full moon.

This moon will be a supermoon or a moon giant.

This mean that the moon in its slightly changing orbit around the Earth will be a little closer, and therefore will appear about 14% bigger than usual – and because of an optical illusion it will appear even larger if you view it as it rises just above the horizon. All quite natural, and no cause for alarm – though that hasn’t stopped some newspapers causing alarm and suggesting calamity.

‘The moon was reigning over their world, glowing its full splendour to all those willing to look up.’ Irina Serban, Full Circle

This full moon is known as the Cold moon to ancient and some latter-day Celts and Druids, the Oak moon to those of medieval England and others, and the Christmas moon to others. For those that follow such things, 3 December is also the feast day of St Lucius a second century British chieftain who died on this day in AD180, though some scholars doubt his existence.

Moon Poem: Above The Tower

Above the tower – a lone, twice-sized moon
breaks upon the city’s domes.
‘Art thou pale for weariness of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
dreaming serenely up the sky?’

Slipping softly through the sky,
pour down your unstinted nimbus, sacred moon,
so tremulously like a dream,
to keep me company.
Thy beauty makes me like the child.

Thou silver deity of secret night,
yours is the light by which my spirit’s born.
She’s the mistress of the night.
All love to be out by the light of the moon.

It mesmerizes lovers and dreamers.
A ghostly bridge ’twixt heaven and me.

(Tadhg)

The poem above is a ‘found poem’, that ‘is a type of poetry (newly) created by taking words, phrases, and sometimes whole passages from other sources and reframing them as poetry (a literary equivalent of a collage) by making changes in spacing and lines, or by adding or deleting text, thus imparting new meaning.’

This poem uses ‘borrowed’ phrases from: Dylan Thomas, Sara Teasdale, William Henry Davies Lady Mary Wortley Montagu, Henry David Thoreau, Robert Louis Stevenson, Linda Ori, Siegfried Sassoon and others.

I penned this poem a year ago for December’s moon, and I hope you won’t mind me sharing it, here, a year later.

So, do join me this Sunday, wherever you are, in pondering the wonder of the full moon, and in giving gratitude to the Moon-giver.

Blessings at this time of the Cold moon to you and those whom you love, Tadhg.

 

[Note: Photo, above, used by kind permission of Pennie Ley, Copyright holder. All rights reserved, 2017. Pennie, bless you, Tadhg]

Poem: The Winter’s Light [Winter Solstice]

20171128 THE WINTERS LIGHT POEM

Winter solstice is coming nearer.

I do so love this time of the year. Dark evenings arriving earlier, the temperature dropping, and plans are made. That which we could take for granted now has to be planned. Heating system okay? Enough fuel? Enough salt for the paths, or enough food in the larder? Is my neighbour prepared? What about local wildlife? The season of winter is upon us. And, I love it.

So, one evening (or more) draw up close to the fire or a table lamp, or your favourite corner of your favourite room, making sure the tv is off and distractions are unlikely, and relax.  Contemplate on the turning of the circle as we move to midwinter, and the year just gone. Sometimes I find it’s best just to ‘rest’ at those times, in an attitude of gratitude to the Source for nature etc, and keep thoughts to the minimum. When lovers meet, their company is enough – words are unimportant.

The following poem may assist you in your contemplation of the season, and doubly so if you imbibe your favourite drink – for me, I’ve ‘re-discovered’ Horlicks malt drink, and I’ll be sipping that. Or, you might like to use the poem as part of your liturgy, as an individual, or for your family or (faith)group.

Winter solstice approaches.

The day is over, and night comes early.
Orion is higher in the sky now,
and imaginations are unshackled.
Above us the gods of yesteryear move across the heavens.

The trees are sleeping.
Deep roots are dreaming.

The silvery December moon rises
and the face that smiled upon the Birth,
of yesteryear, also smiles on us.
Above us Rhiannon advances.

The trees are sleeping.
Deep roots are dreaming.

Wise ones seek the Truth,
and beings of light, lit their Way.
Angels? Fae? The Watchers? Elementals, The Others?
And, about us unnamed, invisible Companions guide us still.

The trees are sleeping.
Deep roots are dreaming.

We dance together in the dark,
as the Circle turns, and yet
we dance joyfully and with purpose.
We celebrate the season, that is.
And, around us, in the darkness
we ‘see’ the Friend at work.

The trees are sleeping.
Deep roots are dreaming.

And yet in the darkness,
there shines a Light.
And, in remembrance, we light this festive candle
to the Sun of Righteousness.
And, we declare to all, near and far;
peace and hope, light and love
be to you and yours.
Now, and forever more.

The trees are sleeping.
Deep roots are dreaming.

Winter solstice approaches.

Blessings of The Source of All be to you and yours at this time,
Tadhg

Magic Café Revelations. Life-Story: We Are Changed In The Telling

20171122 MAGIC CAFE REVELATIONS LIFESTORY WE ARE CHANGED IN THE TELLING

As I sit in the Magic Café in London my imagination is energised into action. A myriad of thoughts flood my mind, and soon  pictures, words and sounds ‘solidify’ and take shape. Seemingly ‘filtered’ an ‘impression’ emerges – a train of thought with beginning, middle and end rises from that Other place.

Stories. We each have a wonderful story to tell, a life-story;  indeed we’re still living it day by day, in the spectacular and wondrous, and those other times and events we mistakenly deem to be mundane and unimportant, and sometimes in events that we might want to forget.

Our stories are important as they are part of the very fabric of the universe. Yes, as real, if not more so than a colossal supernova in the vast reaches of space, or the smallness, the gentleness of a delicate flowering plant. Our life-stories matter.

Find opportunities to tell your life-story, even to yourself. For in telling our story we use our imaginations, and when we use our imaginations a whole world opens up – a world of power, a world that accesses the Other, a conduit to That Which Is Bigger Than Ourselves. In so doing we allow inspiration to flood us, for Arwen (if you’re a Druid and/or Welsh) or the Spirit to move within us, or if your ‘theology’ allows it, for the fae or elementals to whisper words of wisdom to us, or for Wisdom herself to ‘speak’ directly to us. Imagination opens us up to a world of wonders. The door opens when we use our imaginations and power, and energy and Love pour through. Indeed, we place ourselves in ‘the flow’ at such times.

Find opportunities to tell your life-story, even to yourself. For in telling our story we remind ourselves of what has happened and where we’ve been; of where we are now; and draw hope for the future of where we will be. Our stories, in the retelling, quietly voice our history with all its awkward corners and overcoming, shout out our status as one who is much-loved by the Lover of All, and yells out our future hope of promise and certainly, and continuity and bliss in the Other Country (that has already started). Our story is important  for when told we acknowledge our place in the Universe, our status.

‘We are not human beings having a spiritual experience; we are spiritual beings having a human experience’. Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

Find opportunities to tell your life-story, even to yourself. For in telling our story we are changed. That Which Is Bigger Than Ourselves does not leave us unchanged. In some deep, mystical and maybe imperceptible way, that power of Unconditional Love comes in, inspires us, confirms our Being, and then transforms us. We are not left unchanged. If you want to be smart, mix with smart people. It rubs off. If you want beauty tips then mingle with people who know about such things. It rubs off (and no pun intended). Guys (and ladies), if you want to know about how to use gym equipment and get/fit then fraternise with those in the know. When you encounter The Source of All we are changed – as surely as night follows day. It rubs off. Moses knew that.

When we encounter That Which Is Bigger Than Ourselves in our stories by the use of the imagination, a ‘Divine osmosis’ takes place. An exchange. A cosmic swap occurs. It cannot but help happen. And That Which Is Bigger Than Ourselves finishes (though that is debatable) with what many would term a blessing – but not a blessing into ‘the air’ and which is quickly forgotten, but a blessing with a spiritual and cosmic, tangible and/or spiritual transformation. Tears may flow,  or silence may endure as we consider such a thing in solitude and awe. Reaction or not on our part, our story is nevertheless important for when told we surrender ourselves to the Source of All, we are blessed in a myriad of ways. And that osmosis of grace is ‘infectious’. It flows to us from the Source of All, and from us to others, and blesses others around us, when our story is told.

‘Don’t let anyone tell your story. Pick up a pen and write your own.’ Majid Kazmi

So, tell your life-story. It matters.

And, so as I sit in the Magic Café, writing and consider whether to order another latte or not, and as you read this, and are perhaps at school or college, at home, or work tomorrow, the world spins, as does the galaxy, but in all the vast regions of space, and eons of time, your life, your life-story matters.

 

Magic Café Revelations: All Life-Stories Matter

20171121 MAGIC CAFE REVELATIONS ALL STORIES MATTER

I am sitting in a café in London, and it’s magic. I know this to be the case, as over the door it says in big bright lettering, ‘The Magic Café’, and it’s one of my favourite places to relax. As a regular I’ve got to know the other regulars that frequent this awesome place.

I’ve probably mentioned it in the past: there is the yachtsman, the Portugese lady, the journal lady, the nanny, and the taxi drivers. As I sit here today, I wondered if they had a name for me, or if the journal lady had written about me as she writes copiously at her table, right now, supping coffee and chewing on a croissant?

Each one of us has a story to tell.

I was once at a meeting where a speaker, originally from London and had spent a number of years in a remote corner of Africa, only to return and recount his story. After fifteen minutes or so he said that each one of us has a story to tell, and suggested that one by one – there were twelve us in this group – we might tell something of our story. It hadn’t got far, infact only two people had shared their story, when the third person said something like, ‘But you’re story is so much more important, so full of awesome events, that we would like to hear more’, to the speaker. And so the story-sharing came to an abrupt end. Disappointed.

‘A bruised reed He will not break.; Isaiah 42.3 The Book

As I sit in the Magic Café, now, I imagine what each of the regulars’ story might consists of. I can imagine, and do. I wonder in what way their lives are similar to mine, and their will be similarities. In what ways different, and there will be great differences. I wonder in what ways your life story and mine co-incide. It does! At the very least it co-incides as I write these words and you are reading them. Interaction. And, there’s more. In a spiritual realm my thoughts ‘flew’ as I write these word, and your thoughts ‘fly’ as you interpret them. Mingling.

We participate in each others story because of that interaction via the internet, via physically meeting or emailing or commenting, or even thinking about each other; and participate in each others story on a cosmic level which, right now might be more than we can conceive, but one day we will understand fully. Imagine that.

‘If I’m gonna tell a real story, I’m gonna start with my name’. Kendrick Lamar

But for now, I use imagination to understand the depth of our connectedness. And would suggest the same to you. Imagination is a spiritual gift even though we play it down, or use it just as a figure of speech. And, imagination, right now, fuels my desire, our desire to get to know each other (more). The more I think about, say, the journal lady in this café, sitting just a few feet away from me, the more inquisitive I am about her (in a wholesome way), and imagination does change things.

‘…we are talking about spiritual transformation, mediated by the imagination.’ Sandra M Levy

Using my imagination piqued my interest, and that in turn brought about a desire to know that person as a friend, and that in turn lead me to talking to her, and interacting on a verbal level (and more). Ah, she’s a retired doctor, and yes, she loves to journal. I know part of her story now, and she knows part of mine.

Each one of us has an awesome story to share, and unlike the third person in that group, mentioned above, your story is as great as anyone elses. And our stories connect us.

‘Your story is different from mine because of different experiences. Even so, somehow or other we fit them into a Big Picture, we develop a sense of how our own stories fit into a larger one…’ Sandra M Levy

Our individual stories connect us to each other because our stories form part of the chapters of the ‘big picture’ of the cosmos or the big Book, and in such a Book there are no incosequential stories, no inconsquential people. Your life story counts, and it’s writ large upon the universe. All life-stories matter. Share your story. It’s a good one.

But, there’s more…