Thanks To Gillian
The Golden Heart Dialogues February 12 2013
Every pilgrim leaves something and takes something along the winding path. What that is remains the mystery and elusive until the very end of the journey. Along the way of the winding path is what was laid down before. We think we are visiting a place for the first time, this is not the case. We are actually returning to a place we knew very, very well. In my case I returned to the place of my original birth.
You see these monolith rocks and the green pools of the South Sea below? This imagery is a depiction of my original home. I knew when I leaped seventy-five hundred miles into my future, that I was in fact returning to where I had taken my first human breath. At first, I thought I was there to participate in this one event and then I was to settle in. How fortunate it was for me to discover this was not the case at all, in fact I was there to uncover many places and sites. I did this on my own and with a very special group of kindred beings. I knew at the start I was returning to my family and to my true home. In the later part of my pilgrimage I discovered much more than I could imagine.
Through this deep and inner transformational sojourn, I journeyed into the source of my being. I literally explored the love in depth of my own heart. At first there was an ascent, then there was a plunging descent, and it was there in the midst of the descent I rediscovered who I am. I risked it all, I allowed myself to tip and fall and lean and then I wound up stronger, more embodied than ever with the weight in my feet equal to the tons of granite in those stunning monoliths.
Each night I laid my head on my pillow, perched on the capstone of granite and crystal formations. It was after I had spent the day in prayer, intention, writing or recording my daily intentionials that I laid the foundation for six new books beginning with a string of small books. I needed to go deep enough within my being to extract what seeded within me eons ago. I have some of the most provocative stories to include that served as the impetus for my transformation.
You may be able to sense into the images here for a feeling of the luminousness of this sojourn. I walked this walk with several others and I am in gratitude for the roles they played and how they to, showed up in the past and future roles, all at the same moment.
I have repeatedly spoken about the Future Self and becoming a divine human and about knowing, being, and living this. We walk this path of ours joined with many others and then of course solo at times. I sense this is the start of another pilgrimage as I detour back to my Island life on a neighbor island, while awaiting the next call from inside of my heart. The heart of my future self is the voice I now listen to and live by.
Perhaps it is time for others to do the same. I invite you to listen and thrive by hearing the sound of your heart. Then transcend, ascend, descend, do what ever it takes.
This is why we signed up to return to this gorgeous big, blue emerald planet earth. The ascension takes place inside one’s heart and own consciousness.
The Pilgrim-Traveler’s Prayer Rock, Original Birthplace, and Pray Altar
The altar of my heart.
Look for a new look to my web site and a new menu of services as well.
Dedicated to all pilgrims on the path, one foot in front of the other. I am in gratitude to the lifeline of kindred spirits and family who extended their hands and hearts to see me safely return.
The Pilgrim-Poet’s Path, Christina Fisher copyright 2013
