No-Time

The most profound "aha" moment in my life was when I realized that being touched by the Divine does not lift and exclude one from the masses; it plants one even more firmly in the knowing that we are One.  The following is a poem that happened at the end of a very long article that I am writing... perhaps too long for a blog. 

I'm aware of my connection to All,

And here I am... in the small,

Aware that it is "I" that must proclaim the Truth of this.

No more waiting for the imaginary one

To appear... out there

Just in time to save the world.

There is only "I",

And it takes just one

To accept the obvious... our Divine consciousness

On Earth.

Then in no-time

Watch the prison walls dissolve.

In no-time

Humanity wakes to hear the call.

And it is not just a blessed few...

In time the One became the many,

And in no-time the many

Become the All in All.

© Em Meyer

Space and Time

It is not the world that is ending,

But the end will come soon

To the interference

Between

Creator and created,

This thing called space and time.

It is not that we will die,

But the death

Of all that we called "life"

Will power the blossoms

Through withering vines of

Habitual fear,

And all things

Shall be made clear.

To those who have always known,

Stay.

Stay for the beauty

The fulfillment

The grace.

There is a reason why,

In the past

And the future,

You never found your place.

It is not that we will be saved,

But we will save our hearts

From succumbing to the lie.

And here on Earth

We shall outlive

The mind,

And his blind devotion

To space and time.


© Em Meyer

I Am and Yet

I am peace,

Yet I have no robe to display.

I am wisdom,

Yet there is no book with my name.

I sit in silence

Yet loudly proclaim

I know!

I truly know.

And I am alone.

I take no thought,

I give no game,

And yet

I was born to relate.

No shortage of conundrums for me,

And yet I am here,

In total wonder

That I am free.

© Em Meyer

Building a Christ Consciousness

Several years ago I had a profound dream. I may have written about it on some other blog. It doesn't matter, as my consciousness keeps returning me to this wisdom again and again. (Note: There may be Christian overlays here in the dream's archetypes, but I feel it is because of my early family conditioning. I do not identify myself with any existing spiritual framework or religion.)

The Dream: I live in a community that is in total disrepair. Everyone has their own way of dealing with the crumbling fabric of what we once agreed was "life" - on all levels. There are those who are in the process of rebuilding what is left of their destroyed homes and businesses, and there are a few, like me, who live on the outskirts of town - content to build temporary lean-to shelters in which to call home. I am aware that I am judged by my community for not having any will to rebuild from the debris of what was.

One day, word spreads that Jesus is coming to our town. I immediately hide behind my lean-to, where I am able to watch him move about the community, making casual conversation with the townspeople. I am aware that he's looking for me, and asking people where he might find me. I am also aware that Jesus knows full well where I am and it's only a matter of time before we meet.

I take the initiative because I know that there's no way out. I approach Jesus and immediately feel a warm and glowing sense that I am loved and appreciated - no matter what I may or may not be doing, and no matter that it may or may not be right or wrong.  I feel totally accepted. He is there to ask me one question,

"Are you ready to build your new home?"

I find myself falling into the town's mindset, regurgitating the words that I have heard so many times from so many others,

"Oh, there's no need to build something entirely new. I'll just rebuild from what exists in the rubble. Someday I'll get around to it." I say this, knowing full well that I have zero interest in rebuilding. I am more content living on the fringe in my lean-to.

Jesus is on to me. "For you, there will be no rebuilding of what was."

I felt a pronounced terror begin to rise in my entire being.  My ego, that felt very clever in it's ability to adapt to any situation (even this unexpected chat with Jesus), responded with confident evasion,  "Oh, there are plenty of old materials here that I can use..."

Jesus repeated himself, "There are those who will try to rebuild from the old. I am asking you now, are you ready to build an entirely new home?"

Again, overwhelming terror exploded from within. This time it felt like sharp pieces of glass that cut clean through my exterior armor. And then came a beautiful calm. I just gave up, knowing full well that I would not win this match.

After a moment of stillness, Jesus said, "Do not fear. When you are ready, know that I am here, and I will help you build your home."

I awoke from the dream with the echos of this last statement. I know that it is the Truth. I have no doubt. The new home is an entirely new consciousness - a whole consciousness that we are already wired for. What waits is our full acceptance of it.

The idea of losing all of our past frameworks is terrifying to our fear-based approach to life on Earth. When we let go of all that we have ever known, what remains? The Unknown.

Trust, courage, and the acceptance of our own Christ Consciousness will lead us into our whole lives and our whole selves - on Earth as it is in Heaven.

And the best part is, we don't have to do it alone.

Fullness of Life

The actress is trying to die,

But I'm still hanging on.

It seems I still need her...

She is a useful friend

In this interesting play.

If I didn't wear her face

And her clothes,

You wouldn't know me

As a believable,

Cog in the wheel

On Earth.

But now I see that she's killing me,

I'm trapped between a rock

And the much harder place

Of an un-manifest Sea.

I want to stay,

But without ambition

And a plan to succeed,

I live out my days

Unable to muster

A marketable trade.

What I do have is a secret,

A fullness of Life

That does not appear

On bottom lines –

No matter how much effort I make

To squish it into something

You would want to sample

From your busy plate.

If she dies,

Don't look to the empty stage,

Soon all the characters will go,

And the death of the world

Will be the death of you and me.

No more secrets,

No more prison-time,

Just One Playwright

Being
The fullness of Life.

© Em Meyer

The Serpent-Wild

Ever since the serpent-wild

Made its way from my body to the stars

And back again,

I am aware of a loneliness -

Not for God,

Or for human-kind,

But for a frame that I can raise

And for words that I can speak...

Without apology.

In the world that was

It seemed we all agreed

That we were frightened pieces

Of a Motherless dream.

I know this because

The serpent-wild delivered me

To a world that is whole,

Where nothing is the same

Except for that holographic wild

That ran through everything,

Refusing to be tamed or caged,

Waiting to be grounded and claimed.

Whatever state I'm in

I know that it's not the before-life,

A not-so-distant memory of

Militant lines we marched

With pain and pride...

Never questioning why.

Yet the wildness always knew

That rank and file would never be

A lasting fit,

For one day we would catch the scent

Of a long-forgotten feminine,

Opening our eyes to

The larger starry dress

That made love with Earth

And gave birth to you

And I.

Whatever this is

I am not hopeful that pieces of dreams

Can tell me who I am,

Yet I have a hint of knowing

That understanding will come

From the courage to accept

That I am baked from a recipe

Of wildness and love...

Into a state where

God and Man

And Woman

Are one.

So when the serpent-wild delivers you here,

Do give a shout,

So that we can figure out

How to be

How to speak

How to weave

Our Divine

And serpent-wild

Community.

© Em Meyer

Ask Your Mother

Mother and Child, Oil on Board, 36"x42", © Robin Baring

A student once asked the lord for something from the world, and he said, "Ask your mother, and she will give you something from another realm."

Sometimes I come across little messages in the most magical ways. This is from a friend's book*, neatly tucked away on the bookshelf that I walk by several times a week. Today, the book begged me to open to a page with the above quote. It had great personal significance to me... mostly validation.

* From the Gospel of Philip, The Gnostic Bible