A Take From The Eclipse….
Journal—An ongoing dialog between thia/Basilia and Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …
Monday, August 21, 2017 at 4:17 am.
Father? This is the eve of Cory’s birthday. Denise’s words posted yesterday are in my thoughts. The power in those feelings is formidable. I could not have bared them yesterday, so! I went on until I wrote what I needed to write at that moment, but this morning? I must face such powerful feelings!
Excerpt about the Eclipse:
That’s how things go in the clockwork cosmos, and yet once in a while, there’s poetry in the machinery. Once in a while, the wheels click in synchrony and the indifferent universe offers up a rare spectacle. Just such a thing will happen on Aug. 21 as the moon’s orbit crosses in front of the sun at the precise spot to eclipse its face and appear to snuff its fires.
The darkness of that eclipse
will last at the most 2+ minutes. So are feelings—a momentary physical spectacle in our human constitution. Such spectacle takes place in our human constitution liken to a total solar eclipse in the cosmos. Special Solar Eclipse Glasses one must use to watch the eclipse. One must view such spectacle in our human constitution with special spiritual vision—Behold! The Power Of Wisdom & Love From On High Descending Upon Us All. It Never Fails. It Always Avails!
The vastness of the oceans separated us at such a time of my Cory’s death. Yet, the powerful wave of the horror and dread, and the huge peace that came to my child, came also to me. Only, I heard the lovely voice from my heart,
“THE RIGHTEOUS man perishes, and no one lays it to heart; and merciful and devout men are taken away, with no one considering that the uncompromisingly upright and godly person is taken away from the calamity and evil to come [even through wickedness]. He [in death] enters into peace; they rest in their beds, each one who walks straight and in his uprightness.
Isaiah 57:1-2 AMPC+”
And I looked up to the heavens, and I said almost the same words as my child said, “This is where he found his peace.” And my grieving turned into joyful gratitude until this moment of time.
Indeed! Physically, my arms ache powerfully with the longing to embrace my child with this power of love and wisdom from on high of my latest possession. That is not yet to take place in the natural, but! Spiritually? We are in a mutual embrace.
This morning, I wish to honor my child and quote the amazing and powerful experience of her life recorded yesterday. Quote,
During this prelude to the darkness of the eclipse, I have been experiencing DEATH and rebirth. Death to how I think things should be in my life because this is how it has been. Death to the part of me that resists impermanence, which is constant and immutable.
While meditating today, I was reminded of my experience viewing the spot where Cory died in the parking garage in downtown Houston. My first sensation was one of horror and dread, but within thirty seconds, I felt this huge peace come over me. I looked up at the detective and to my son Landon and said, “This is where he found his peace.” I could hear Cory telling me today about death, “You see, Mom, it’s okay. It’s not bad at all.”
Three days after his death, I was standing in front of his dead body before he was cremated. He looked so beautiful and peaceful, like he was taking a nap. All of sudden, I felt this rush of the sensation of cool water swirling up and down my body. It was so alive, euphoric, exhilarating. I turned to my family while simultaneously laughing and crying. “He’s not there,” I said, pointing to Cory’s body. “He’s HERE! Inside of me!” And so began my experience with rebirth.
Cory wrote about cycles, the cyclical nature of our existence. We have this notion that we are born and die once. This is not my experience. Throughout my human experience, I have undergone many deaths and rebirths. All lives go through cycles. Some lives, like my own and Cory’s, cycle very rapidly.
My good friend O’skar shared a story once about a friend of his who was a midwife. During the course of her life, she witnessed many first breaths during all the births she assisted. This woman also had the privilege of nursing her dying mother and was holding her as she took her last breath. “It’s the SAME BREATH!” she exclaimed. Life and death are two sides of the same coin that is our life.
As I face and embrace these deaths and rebirths, descensions and ascensions, I am no longer afraid of the process. I just allow it, along with all the associated feelings.
“Unless a seed falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.” John 12:24. End of quote.
Monday, August 21, 2017 at 6:49 am.
I am totally connected with my child, but! That makes no difference in the fact of the treachery of feelings. The power of beautiful feelings is formidable and deceptive. Thus, my child is now consumed with such formidable experience—only a transitory moment she needs to go through. Father is by her side. No problem. Behold! The Power Of Wisdom & Love From On High Descending Upon Us All. It Never Fails. It Always Avails!
Me? Observing. Loving. Understanding. Connecting. Writing. Publishing. Optimizing. Waiting. With hope for what is still unseen not only by me but also by us all, I wait for it with patience and composure. Again and again: Behold! The Power Of Wisdom & Love From On High Descending Upon Us All. It Never Fails. It Always Avails!
His love in my heart for all remains there to stay for eternity, thiaBasilia.