"The one who descends is the very one who ascends higher than all the heavens, in order to fill the whole universe." ~Ephesians 4:10
Sophia, the Wisdom of the heart, cannot be known by knowledge. She is known by the power of intuition, the ecstasy that stills your breath. She alone is the unfathomable source of healing. Isn't it time for you to burst like a spore and take root in Her?
The glory of the heart swallows up the illusion of distance, exposing your intimacy with galaxies whose light is only now arriving as your body. The constellations, those animals of wild night, are your internal organs. Countless suns thread silken rays of love into the atoms of your flesh. Here is your miracle: the golden splendor descending from the stars is the very energy ascending from the womb of dark matter, nourished by your ancestors' bones, entangled in the sacred dance of mycelial loam.
From star-beings to mushrooms, countless messengers illuminate you, weaving themselves into your beauty. Does it matter what you call them: Devas, Heavenly Hosts, Totem Animals, Anunnaki, Chanterelles? Is the archangel Gabriel more glorious than a hummingbird? They bathe you in an infinite caress, both heavenly and infernal. Ascent and descent are a single gesture of respiration. You embody the sky. You are the song of dust. Breathe as one, not two.
What is not real must be shaken, so that what cannot be shaken may be revealed. Now is the time to inherit your glory, and depart from the kingdom of fear.
Photo by Amy Gallagher
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