THE BELOVEDS

15.3.24

Once upon a time a little burst of light travelled like a stream through the Universe, leaving trails of its existence on every star it came into contact with. There was nothing of its presence left among the galaxies only a thread of its having travelled a path.

The stars shone brightly and held the wisdom of the Map of the Soul for humanity to gaze upon and figure out, eventually!

But the little trail had left its mark. It had visited the constellations and been part of the Gathering of configurations of the planets and they would hold its memory like a scent forever.

A girl and a boy stood on an ancient hill under the Moon. Their hands held in a loving sweetness that they felt deep within for each other.

The night sky was crisp and chilled but they felt no cold under this early Spring evening. They felt the heat of their hearts flame warming them as they gazed in awe at the Universe above. The town below twinkled with the lights of the streets lit by an orange glow of the lamps casting a fiery flame in the distance. But from where they stood there was just the two of them on a Hill holding hands like innocent children.

No words were said until up in the sky a shooting star flew majestically across the dark blue mantle of the night. Their hands tightened the grip and they raised their upturned faces to watch the trail the star left as a sign it had travelled a distance..

The girl turned to the boy, their faces soft and gentle in the nights reflection. She placed her hand on his heart and instinctively he did the same to her. Beloved she whispered what if we are more? He stared quizzically at her for a second with the corner of his mouth moving upwards towards a smile. More than what? he asked.

More than this place we stand on in this moment. What if we are like the star that leaves its trail and goes on its journey leaving nothing behind but its moment of existence that will be a memory forever in our hearts. Oh! he quietly said. That is so beautiful Beloved.

But she smiled and said no…more than that Beloved. What if we are that Star up there and it is viewing us, observing our journey? What if its trail is the path we really instinctively follow here on Earth?

His eyes widened as if a memory was trying to come to the surface. He did not know what it was but it felt as if the memory was being recalled and needed time to be remembered!

The girl went on holding hands at their hearts. She said ‘Imagine Beloved, we are all merely watchers of the sky, viewers of the planets and trying to find Home when what we gaze out to is held somewhere in our memory of who we are. It is trying to remind us as we ask for signs! They laughed. But it was humour that held a knowing. The girl became animated with her features and words in her excitement of what was happening to them as they stood on this Hill under this beautiful Moon.

What if we have seen how it would all be when we were Stars? When we travelled across the night sky and acted as a sign for someone else standing below just as we do now looking upwards to the heavens? Those on Earth who looked to us to guide them and watched our movements as the Earth turned.

He gazed into her eyes and one single tear had made its way down her soft plump cheek. His eyes filled with tears and laughter as they stood together.

Yes ..oh my yes, was all he could say.

She said. You see don’t you Beloved? as his head nodded slowly she went on.

What if that is us up there! Everyone down here are fighting, loving, existing and worrying while looking for a sign and one day we realise the comfort that comes from the night sky shining its light upon us is the memory of our own existence there and the nothingness of being a shining Star!

We all leave our mark as the blue trail and weave a pattern among the constellations and planets and one day as we shine down on the Earth we see the richness of its beauty as those gazing upwards see ours. Those asking for signs say their prayers to God and the heavens above for all their suffering to be lifted and yet up above we send more signs to those hearts aching to find their way too.

And the loneliness of looking up and hoping becomes unbearable until a star passes by and leaves its memory in a trail in the sky for you alone asking that you remember this is your star!

What does this all mean for us here he asked? It is so beautiful to think the map of our own hearts shine above us all but how do we make others see we will live forever dancing through the heavens? That all they fear or worry over and fight against is a distraction to something so sublime it will make us cry tears of joy.

His logic brought her back to her own for a second and she was quiet for a moment as she pondered his question with her heart.

Well what if we are meant to come here to be born as innocent babes who know its Star origins and smiles and gurgles happily at its existence. Yet the magic of the Universe trys to hold onto our memory for us as we begin to experience earthly memories and we can only keep the journey of the Star in our dreamtime and a night like this when we stare at the open pages of the sky the memory returns once more. The only reality is love and Joy. The baby becomes an adult having read the books and teachings of Earth and things learned through school. Guided by the frustrations of older people who have travelled a weary existence. Adults who have gone further away from their memory of the Star and become impatient with living and the ‘real’ world. Daily living of working to live and to earn money starts the process of their own ancestry again and the memory of their Star is so distant it is not even a dream anymore. The world distorted by the greyness of commitment to worry and living through a distant hope for happiness one day….

Oh he said. That sounds so sad that we all have our Stars in our dreams and as a baby we are full of the memory but grow away from it all as we become adults. We become drivers of these new thoughts and are driven by others thoughts of how life is and what is real. Yet others have lost their memory of the Stars and can only teach us the pattern of what has been on Earth and not in the Heavens.

That is it she said! Eureka! She said and laughed. But what happens when you remember? You cry, she said. You shed tears for the innocent little star who came to Earth to be human but lost its memory…and the only hint of that reality shines above them as they sleep. Until one day when all the fighting is done, when there is no more waiting to do, to keep the whole process going, a little flame will dance within you Beloved and it wil be born once again in your heart. Only you can feel it dancing as the memory stirs within your veins. And it starts to shine and sparks a journey you must take like the little Star in the Heavens. Yet so many pieces of the memory are yet to return they can not all come together it would be too much. And the life you live takes on a new meaning. If you have been waiting you know the waiting is done. Hoping and praying for something you realise you want to say Thank You to the Now. To the moment you look to the Heavens and to where your little Star has brought you because it might be so far from where you want to be it had to bring you there to wake you up!!! And the magic of the Universe conspires to help you. It says hello little Star I know you! I remember your journey through the night sky when you danced in the Heavens. Why are you trying to go home when you brought home with you! Why are you lonely when you are remembered by every star you have ever touched! All earthly cares start to become like grey statues standing in the dusky light. They were just shadows all along. Be the sign you need by following your rememberance of your little Star. Its a deep knowing that will stir in you.

Did you Shine little Star?

Is the only question that will ever need asking of your heart.

Did you just Shine?

He turned to her and stared. ‘I see you differently Beloved, he said.’ Laughing, she said ‘I see you now.’ And all the people, places and challenges we say impeded us only did till we saw we were meant to leave a trail to shine and pass by and nothing on Earth stops us from remembering. Only us.

Up above. The planet Chiron looked down and talked to the Elders of the Constellations and Jupiter grew and expanded into the dark of the night as the light of the Stars cast a glow on the Heavens.

The Drum could be heard as an echo in the galaxy. The red Earth below had gathered its Elders to bed and the rythmn of Mother Earth’s expanding Heart was heard across the sky. The Beloved God/Goddess , the presence of Love listened as the beat was turning into the footsteps of the journey. Chirons presence among the planets was soft and yielding as Mother’s voice sang from her to her Beloved.

‘They remember the wound.’ Chiron said.

‘Yes they know it for what it really is now and it will travel to all hearts. This is the time beyond time. The never ending voice of singing praise to the journey back to the Star.

Chiron says :’ Do they know the wound is the Gift?

Yes said Mother. Some do and they can touch others with the presence of the Star.

And the gift is not to be received it is to be given.

And the wound is not to be healed it is to be awakened

And the memory is not the doorway it is the Bridge, the trail, and some would call it the arc.

Jupiter says: What do they need to do to release the Gift?

If a planet smiles, well the feeling that Chiron gave in response was a smile of the ancient Grandfather. His reply was:

‘Release the gift? They are the gift! Release the need to know and the memory of forever returns. It leaves a trail in your heart of your own Star and you find home was there all along.’

And so it is.

The Journey of Beloveds.

Caroline

(Aphrodite) 2024

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