This world is such a ride. Ups and downs, thankfully followed by stabilising times of fairly level living, it’s the Schoolroom of all schoolrooms. Some folk seem permanently down, others always up, with the majority of us riding both in this head-spinning roller coaster of space-time living. The lessons are learned at differing speeds, most of us taking a few decades of adulthood to begin to figure it out, at least until death approaches to announce ride’s end.
Energy fuelled and energy draining as it is, is that it, one ride, albeit it an adrenalin fuelled one, into the abyss of non-existence? Well some of our greatest minds have concluded, for lack of empirical evidence that that’s the way it is. Yet others, those with sensitive and open hearts have sensed the touch of a Higher Hand, one that comforts us that All is well and shall be well. A Presence that appears in moments of despair to gently push back the clouds of unknowing and let in the Light.
Such a Messenger from another realm seems happy to come and go in the desert of our waking consciousness – a hide and seek game of child-like wonder. Yet, when we close the portal of the human heart and look around our violent world, all appears to be far from well. Religious and tribal violence burst their way into our homes via the new seer of television. Corruption stalks the economic and political world systems, while the poor meekly inherit the earth, or at least a paltry handful of it. Children are raped, believers beheaded, and the war lord’s march on in their frenzied trip of destruction, while the cultured elite shake their heads and send caring platitudes in the direction of the sufferings souls.
Yes, it looks at times like the Apocalypse is upon us. And yet, amidst the great encroaching darkness, a Light refuses to go away; one born beyond the canvas of mankind’s craved collage of violence. This Light, this Knowing of all knowings whispers that darkness doesn’t win in the Cosmic scheme of things. It plays its role of contrast and steps back to finally acknowledge a Higher Power, a Higher Realm, where the satan of rivalry and violence is no more. A place where we can truly rest without the fear of death and non-existence.
The mystics among us are the heralds of this in-breaking Reality, this all-encompassing sphere of Divine Love, where well-being will find its ultimate fruition. Here the broken-hearted find their wounds healed at a Touch, and tears of grief and despair wiped forever from their salted-cheeks. Here, we are told is a Land of plenty, a resting place for those of us who’ve let go in the world of ego. Those of us who have had enough and opted out of the psycho-spiritual rat race of being.
This is the dimension where the victimised Lamb, the One slain by religio-political power, now rests in the validation of Divine Embrace. Where blood and wine are the order of the day – blood to help us remember the ups and downs of space-time experience, wine to celebrate the consummation of All. A Land awaits our homecoming; not pie in the sky when you die, but the original Reality, one where we were conceived in the Mind of God and sent into our soul-sensory virtual reality, our schoolroom of choice to discover the hidden depths of Love in the desert of Night.
So where does all that leave us?
Well, as conscious beings who are heading Home, whether we acknowledge it or not. The Benign Pied Piper of Presence, leads us ever onward. ‘Further Up & Higher In’ is where the tune shall cease as we shall gaze in wondrous Silence and know that we are known.
Pass the Tune on, for surely it’s the only one that ultimately makes sense in this crazy world of form.