Once again, I am in the High Place
Inside
and dwelling in Peace
Shapes
forming around me,
A
secret place where I take refuge to worship
A symphony
of silence surrounds me.
I sit
in darkness – yet there is Light
One by
one, candles are lit
A fully
lit Menorah swirling in colors
I marvel
at these swirling colors.
Seven
colors of the rainbow
The seven
spirits of God
Weaving
in, out, and around me
The Glory
of God is present.
I am
on Holy ground
Breathing
in that Glory
My very
cell structure is changing
I hear
frequencies; fourths and fifths
Minor
thirds and more
I entrain
and entangle with these
Sensing
a transformation within me
Cells
hold memory just like water.
With
the frequencies flowing
Healing
is taking place
From
the inside-out
I begin
to see pictures – of sorts
Blobs
of light and darkness
Coming
to form shapes
I have
no idea what they are
“Call
it into being,” I hear.
Looking
at these shapes of light and dark
My mind
begins to change their shapes
I call
out, “Bread,” and there is bread
I call
out “Wine.”
There
is wine
So, I
take this bread and wine
In communion;
oneness with God
Here
is where I must learn
Being
able to bring what I see “Up Here.”
To manifest
it down upon the Earth.
