Word

“If you can’t see God in all, you can’t see God at all.”

Yogi Bahjan

 “Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me.” Psalm 42:7 New International Version. In prior writings I have referenced this scripture, not in its whole only in its opening, for the opening of this Psalm sings within my being so very, very often, “deep calls to deep.”

Wednesday morning I awoke foreign to my life. I wrote, “What is this odd feeling pulsing thru my soul, rising up in my spirit? What caused the stir demanding my attention? Why am I at a loss as how to recognize it? Why am I more afraid to ignore it then to welcome it?” All week I have contemplated the odd feeling and had concluded it was simply an awakening; but an awakening to what? As I dwelled upon the ‘awakening’ I kept sensing I was already ‘awake’ to it however odd it continued to be for me. Finally, this morning it dawned on me as “deep calls to deep” filled my head and began to sing and dance within my being.

There are times we have awakenings and there are times when we are already awake to a truth but must move to a deeper level or, to paraphrase Sue Monk Kidd from her book "The Dance of the Dissident Daughter”, to awaken some more. The truth, the becoming more awake, the odd feeling I’m having is the power, energy, life force contained in words. Not only spoken or written but thoughts, creation, emotions, deeds, actions for actions speak louder than words, all comes down simply to an invocation of words for even if we express visually, silently, words are used to define and understand and in return, like an ebb and flow, more thoughts, emotions, ‘words’ are invoked.

With this comprehension of ‘words’, recall the childhood rhyme, “Sticks and stones can break my bones but words can never hurt me.” It really ought to go like this, “Sticks and stones can break my bones but words can break my heart.” Words can be damaging, harmful, disabling but words can also heal, inspire, motivate; even the simplest of words can convey the most complex of thoughts, emotions, energies. Words can be in constant motion, sending out, being received or they can be held within, planted in the heart, disabling and healing, defining and redefining.

Last week I signed up for another workshop from www.DirtyFootprints-Studio.com, 21 Secrets. It’s a fabulous journaling workshop; actually, it’s a playground of 21 mini workshops given by 21 amazingly talented, gifted, artists, including Connie Hozvicka who is the dream maker/creator. The first playground I decided to go is entitled “Three Little Words,” lead by Aimee Myers Dolich of www.artsyville.blogspot.com. I don’t want to give away any ‘secrets’ from the playshop but trust me, I had a blast here and came to realize, or came to a deeper depth of realization of the power of words; three little words. Who knew so much could be said with only three little words. Who knew six little words could tell a story.  Think about this for a moment, really, do give some thought to three little words, any three, and feel their power, their energy, their ‘new’ meaning.

It’s not just the words alone but the tone or delivery with the words which can alter the emotions, energies, the words. I’ll choose the phrase, “yeah, you’re right.” If I were in a debate I want to end, I probably would roll my eyes, then in a flat, but firm frustrated monotone voice say, “yeah, you’re right,” or if recognizing someone is really right about something, with a light bulb flashing over my head, a sparkle in my eyes, silly smile on my face, I’d say with a bit of a high pitch yet sweet exclamation voice, “yeah, you’re right!”

This was only the beginning of the ‘odd feeling’, the ‘deep calls to deep’. What drew me further down the rabbit’s hole ties in with a thought I posted on May 5^th.  It’s a thought I had during a closing meditation at yoga class, in the post I wrote, “…the depth of our being is as far reaching, as vast, as eternal, as expanding as the universe. Going within oneself is as a journey beyond; beyond the known, beyond the boundaries, beyond the beyond…”

In the practice of Kundalini Yoga as taught by Yogi Bhajan, PhD it is thought that the universe was created by sound. He is quoted, “In the stillness lies the sound which is the creative existence of God.” In the scriptures, John 1:1, “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” Throughout the creative process in Genesis it reads, “And God said, let there be…and there was.” Alright, I’ll even throw this out there for anyone who prefers to stay away from scripture and yoga and prefers the Big Bang Theory; a big bang would have made quite a sound.

Recently, I had come across a video supposedly of NASA’s Voyager’s recording of sounds from space. It was quite fascinating to me but then I recalled reading once there can’t be sound in space because there’s no air in space. All of this became much too mind boggling for an already self induced overly boggled mind so why I even entertained this was beyond me except for it reminded me of one of my favorite movies, “What the Bleep Do We Know.” In this movie it introduces a study of water by Dr. Masaru Emoto. He also wrote about his study in his book called “The True Power of Water” where he further discusses his theory of Hado. Dr. Emoto says, “Hado is the intrinsic vibrational pattern at the atomic level in all matter, the smallest unit of energy. Its basis is the energy of human consciousness.”

 I’m sliding down the rabbit’s hole now…I have said often the keys to peace are prayer and meditation. Both can be vocalized through word/mantra or in thought; both set and/or send energy, a flow, a communicative vibration; both are conscious acts. Dr. Emoto, through his water crystal study, determined our consciousness affects our reality.

Every year for the past 14 years, I purchase caterpillars. I continue to be awed and dazzled by their metamorphosis. One year when I received the caterpillars there were about three which were really puny, not sure they would make it runts. So, having just watched “What the Bleep Do We Know” and following Dr. Emoto’s idea, I posted positive, loving affirmations around the puny caterpillars as well as speaking to them several times a day and offering prayers. Reminding them they were beautiful and lovely butterflies, full of potential, I greeted them each morning and blew them good night kisses. Not only did those three little caterpillars flourish they were also the first to form their chrysalis.

One of my daughters is a teacher and I purchase caterpillars for her students every year. I love to share this dagblasted, amazing, miraculous thing of which I have learned so many lessons. Heather tells her students about the runts I had and how they were offered affirmations. I am touched year after year hearing how some of her students choose to offer affirmations to their own caterpillars.

This year her school day is split with two groups of about 32 students each. One of the groups is all boys, all 4^th grade boys. I was a little concerned about sending caterpillars knowing how rambunctious 9 year old boys can be. Heather laid down caterpillar rules and told them the story of written, spoken, and felt affirmations. She called me telling me this group of rowdy 4^th grade boys would come in each day and quietly, politely, respectfully, tenderly greet their caterpillars. They wrote positive notes to their caterpillars. How sweet is that! What a great teacher; whether they know it or not, all of her students receive a lesson on how consciousness affects reality.

 This morning, while skimming through my Facebook page I noticed several people had posted “it’s a beautiful morning” or “it’s an awesome morning” and I thought what if such affirmations were made every morning by more people, not just in word written or spoken but in thought, sound, emotion, song, dance, with a deep calling to deep conscious passion of ‘words’. How would it affect reality?

Prayer and meditation are conscious acts for me, but how conscious; could I take them to a deeper level of consciousness? What about my time outside of prayer and meditation, or, what about my sub-conscious, does it not affect reality? How much more conscious can I go; how deep, how aware, can I awake some more? And, why is it that I’m more afraid to ignore ‘words’ then to welcome them? Could it be time to move the ‘words’ around, create new combinations of three little words? Am I awakening more to my true divinity, the true divinity in everything and everyone? Psalms 82:6 “I have said, ye are gods; and all of you are children of the most High.” I am a child, a goddess, of the Word; each of us are.

I am left with more questions than answers, which is fine, for I am going to awake some more. It is time to take Psalms 42:7 and apply the whole of it, “Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me.”  I am ready for the sound, the roar of God’s waterfalls and the ebb and flow of His waves and breakers to sweep over me, and sweep over me again. He is the Word; ‘words’ shall ebb and flow. Deep shall call to deep, beyond the beyond, on this my 49^th year may I awake to my true divinity with grace, gratitude, and responsibility of ‘words’.

PS I just noticed from the book "The True Power of Water" its publisher is Beyond Words Publishing......;)