Interestingly, after reading the Book of Revelation two days ago, I seem to be moving, geometrically speaking, into a different shape. From a triangle to a square. Not knowing for sure what this “Foursquare” piece means, esoterically. And hence a bit of exploration.
Exploration about what this could possibly signify in terms of a new world that may want to manifest at some point, in the near future.
Why is it that a new world would want to form as a quadrant?
Of course, there are four directions, four elements, four seasons, and certainly many other fours, that divide and unite the world in four equal, balanced parts; but for what purpose?
While hopping from page to page, I came to this picture of a mosaic that sits encrusted into the floor of the cathedral of Siena, Italy; dating back to the year 1378.
Mosaic cathedral of Siena
Could the quadrants stand for the four stages of a person’s life? With a pinnacle of some sort on top? But for how long, I would ask?
And could the turning of the wheel be, as well, a symbol of one’s spiritual ascension?
With a scribe chanting and recording a different story, four stories, all along the way?
What do you think?
Where are we along the wheel in our evolution as a species?
Gilles Asselin is inviting you to a scheduled Zoom meeting.
Topic: The quadrants of evolution
Time: Jan 13, 2022 03:00 PM Eastern Time (US and Canada)
The times we are living may be special indeed and we may want to ponder what it is we are witnessing; high witnessing that is.
Last week, I shared in our communion the feeling of darkness that one embraces in the womb; it feels dark, impenetrable, yet familiar and nourishing.
Last night–the night that follows Christmas–I had a dream that a friend of mine was about to give birth. This is someone I have known for almost 40 years and who ‘took care of me’ when I arrived in unfamiliar territory in April of 1984.
I was about to take him to a clinic, at any moment. We were waiting.
How uncanny this message is!
Interesting what I came upon just now (three hours after writing the above), as if confirming what I sensed, or am sensing.
We all spend time in the past, reminiscing it, or in the future, trying to mold it. And perhaps we do that more than we should. Who knows?
We often hear of the importance of the NOW moment, but what does it really mean?
Recently, I was writing a note to a spiritual friend in India; that reminded me of the mind-opening trip I took to that fascinating country some 39 years ago.
How does this have anything to do with consciousness? Knowing that a part of me (an old consciousness?) knows this country, and yet India has changed so much in the past few decades.
This morning I took another walk in a forest-like park that I enjoy. Some eight days ago, I came to a bridge that was “calling me.” I stood on it, extended my arms and mystically, three birds appeared; two red cardinals and one brown. What a magnificent ballet it was!
As I approached the bridge, I rekindled that sweet memory; perhaps my intention was to honor the bridge one more time.
What felt very uncanny then is that I didn’t realize I had crossed the bridge until quite a few feet past it.
Where was my consciousness as I crossed the bridge?
Was I lost in thoughts at that very moment?
Perhaps I wasn’t meant to register this moment of crossing for the benefit of some other moment?
Did the Divine have anything to do with this?
All these questions do not seriously matter; yet consciousness and being conscious do.
Perhaps there are big moments of consciousness, when we are ‘utterly’ present, as well as smaller ones?
Or is it that consciousness is always fleeting, like a bird we can never catch yet that feels so close to us?
I always thought that the most difficult job in the world is that of being CEO (Chief Executive Officer) of one’s self. I truly do and, as we all know, that entails risks and responsibilities. And hopefully, there is a conscious pilot in that CEO plane!
Why this unusual title? Let me give you some background.
This Saturday, I became aware, through the friend of a friend, of a guided meditation taking place every Saturday morning at 11:30 New York time. Its aim is to align the country of the United States with the Divine Plan.
I am planning to attend this meditation for the first time on Saturday.
Please have a look at the attached document.
I am not suggesting we do this meditation on Thursday; rather that we use it as a source of inspiration in our lives.
I especially like this portion of the document:
“Recognizing the reception of such energies, send them, via conscious projection, to and through all of those disciples and groups in the world who are specifically related to the function of Governance and International Law through group leadership in the nations and to manifesting a new Center of Synthesis in its right time and place, in Divine Law and Order.”
While our Thursday gatherings do not seem to be associated with any function of Governance or International Law, who knows what effect our Light can have upon the vibrations of those leaders in the world, regardless of the level at which they operate?
And, as I write, I cannot put aside the fact that today, December 8, 2021, Olaf Scholtz became the new chancellor of Germany.
In one word, dear Ones: Let’s govern (ourselves) and use our Light well!
PS: feel free to ask if you’d like a copy of the meditation.
One another’s divinity, dear Ones, as well as our potential for expansion. Unlimited expansion, that is.
As we enter the last 30 days of yet another capricious, tumultuous year, these are the thoughts that came to mind.
Can we honor each other’s dignity, whatever that means depending on the person (a smile, a benevolent approval) or the context (planting a tree in honor of someone) and, in the process, allow for the expansion of the Universe?
Could the two be related?
Our expansion and the Universe’s expansion?
Can we apprehend the divinity in self, and the divinity of the universe?
A symbol of our divinity
I was tickled by the following passage from the Arcturians, yet it dovetailed magnificently with a meditation I have been doing on a regular basis; these meditations are about the chakras, these energetic centers that populates our ‘beings of Light,’ and that keep spinning upward and upward–even though most of us cannot visualize them on a regular basis.
“Take advantage of these powerful times because they offer opportunities to be the Light that will bring change while at the same time shining a path for those confused and in fear. You need do nothing or say nothing other than perhaps a smile, a hand on the arm, or a look into someone’s eyes that says; “I know and acknowledge you who really are.”
Your acknowledgement of another’s Divinity, in spite of outer appearances, can lift or even heal them if they are the least bit receptive (able to align). Some are simply not ready or are choosing not to move spiritually forward; and that is fine because free will allows everyone to move at their own pace. However you, who are spiritually awake, have already chosen to evolve or you wouldn’t be where you are now or reading these messages.”
Below is the passage that caught my inner ‘buzzing’ in the crown chakra’s meditation.
“Feel the pressure of worlds, galaxies, even universes, awaiting manifestation. The Universe, with its 4.5 billion years of history, is pressing on the boundaries of its own potential future. Feel the pressure of infinite possibilities seeking manifestation.”
The potential of the universe, similarly to our potential, is unlimited, unbounded. Can we go at it, support it and reach for the stars?
Our inner stars, that is the energy swirling in our bodies of light, as well as what we perceive as outer stars.
As you know, this is a special week in the US with a big family celebration. I have been joking that Black Friday is preceded by White Thursday, whatever that could possibly mean.
Commercialism has become ‘as ridiculous as ever.’ One department store we shop at is opening at 12:01 am on Thursday and 5:00 am on Friday.
That being said, I wanted to write about what I mentioned last week during our conversation. Our ability to receive.
At times, our hearts are closed and we cannot receive — hence the beautiful quote from Parker Palmer that I shared and the importance to “give time some time.”
At other times, it is a question of being able to see what we are receiving–as ‘things’ are often not as they appear.
Sometimes, what seems like a difficult episode is in fact a passage to a higher level of beingness.
I am reminded of a strong feeling of guilt I experienced as a teenager. One that I’ve worked with in just about any direction; at this point, I believe it may have been a ‘gift of some sort’ that allowed me to do the inner exploration that was needed for me in this life.
A friend of mine in the East agreed with me and even said it is a sign of ‘authenticity and tenderness’ once it becomes healed.
How could this be possible when the first taste of that emotion is so bitter?
To end, I would like to share the intention that came forth two days ago:
“May our hearts open in gratitude for what we receive.”
“May we be able to see what we receive in the first place.”
Happy Thanksgiving to anyone who celebrates and Happy Thursday to everyone else!
Some beautiful words came back to me this week. They are from Parker Palmer and have to do with wholeness; and yet they first came through the reflecting path of woundedness.
Note the similar sound in the first three letters: Who & Wou
Who are we? And how do we function, out of this woundedness?
We all have been wounded, in some small ways and perhaps in some big ways as well.
Does it matter in the end?
I believe it does, depending on the reasons why we ‘moved’ to this earth in this lifetime; yet it ought to be a personal answer.
I remember the maths teacher I had in 11th grade. For whatever reason, she didn’t like me and had a tendency to give me a hard time. I still remember her face, her island of origin (Corsica) and her last name (Scaliola), but not her first name.
Did she destroy my confidence somehow?
Or did she help me build resilience?
In retrospect, I cannot even give an answer and it doesn’t matter. Yet I can tell it is not a pleasant memory and it stuck with me.
Again, this is a small example, a small bump on the road we call ‘life.’
They are bigger bumps, much bigger ones; I would call them life-affirming events, and we all know what they are.
Yet I believe that, when all is said and done, what matters is how our heart resonates with the event. Does it shut down, or does it take it in to transform poison into elixir?
You will see what I mean when you get to Parker Palmer’s quote.
What is hidden must come out, and must be addressed if it is our goal to become whole.
Pain especially cannot be ignored. We cannot go through life while playing the ostrich game, our head in the sand.
There is a season for everything, it seems, and the colder months in the northern hemisphere might give us a chance to reflect and regenerate. So that we are born afresh when the sap comes in, when our hearts open up again and yearn for the new.
Beauty in its wholeness
“Quakers took a stand against slavery early in American history partly because one man, John Woolman, was willing to hold the tension between reality and possibility. But it is important to note that the entire Quaker community was also willing to hold the tension until they were opened to a more integral way of being in the world. They refused to succumb to the impulse to resolve tension prematurely, either by throwing Woolman out or by voting to allow the slavery-approving majority have its way. Instead, they let the tension between reality and possibility break their collective heart open to justice, truth and lo
There is an old Hasidic tale that tells us how such things happen. The pupil comes to the rebbe and asks, “Why does Torah tell us to ‘place these words upon your hearts’? Why does it not tell us to place these holy words in our hearts?” The rebbe answers, “It is because as we are, our hearts are closed and we cannot place the holy words in our hearts. So we place them on top of our hearts. And there they stay until, one day, the heart breaks and the words fall in.”
A dear friend of mine approached me yesterday and made some comments about friendship. I thought it would be a lovely theme for a Friday meeting, don’t you think so?
How do we form friendships and for what purpose?
I’m sure many people–including myself–do not think about this question. Friendships happen, some last a long time and some don’t.
Four cones in a discussion
We may think that it’s harder to form friendships later in life and that may be true. Yet when the Divine enters the picture, it can be astonishing.
In August, in the middle of our month-long stay in a hotel, we (our son and I) met a man from the Amish country and his son. His was visiting for business and his son tagged along. It so happened that his son and ours were the same age and they played together in the pool. I then brought a chair next to his and we started a lovely, friendly journey. Before we parted that evening, we prayed together by the pool, holding each other at shoulder level, to find a home for our family.
He invited us for dinner at his home and, as synchronicity would have it, we had planned a trip to Pennsylvania the following weekend. We visited him and his family and had a delightful time, getting to know his wife (originally from the Netherlands) and his three other kids. Interestingly, we exchanged food in the process. We brought four jars of French marmalade, one for each of their children; and took home a jar of home-made pickles. After dinner, we sat for a long time by the fire while the kids ran in and around the corn patch and the open space.
It was–and still is–a beautiful adventure into a new friendship and I am not sure how it happened. Grace was obviously an important element.
There is a saying in French that, in order for friendships to build, there needs to be what we call “hooked atoms” (atomes crochus); which would form a shape similar to the Yin and Yang. It is a concept close to what we call “chemistry” in English. Good, or right chemistry.
Perhaps chemistry and atoms play a part in who we meet and connect with. At times, I am not sure it does as things ‘simply’ happen.
“If you want to realize the power of Source Energy flowing through you, then you first have to allow everyone else to be where they are spiritually, mentally, emotionally, and energetically. You have to love them as they are and see them as necessary pieces of the giant puzzle of which you are all a part, of which we are all a part. Then you can relax, because you can let go of all of your resistance, all of your tension, all of your anger, all of your hate, and you can be aligned with Source and exercise that power.
And we know that so many of you have already been doing this, and so we are really wanting you to realize the truth of your impact so that you will continue and so that you will expect to see the changes outside of you that you have already initiated inside of you, and we also want to reach the stragglers who still feel that their resistance is where their power lies. Remember who you really are, and that you are there to realize that power of Source and be in that flow, and you will be living in the world you want to be living in before you know it.”
I had a surprising, existential discussion last night with our son as I accompanied him to dream land. He started questioning, not so much the meaning, but the nature of life.
What is life?
He asserted that life is a dream because we cannot remember the day we were born; we cannot either remember what happened to us in our mother’s womb.
He asked his mother if she could remember. She could not.
He went on to talk about the size of our galaxy and the universe. Where do we exist?
Naturally, I then invited him into the terrain of consciousness. We have evolved over the centuries, certainly, yet do we remember how we evolved, from a conscious–not material–perspective?
Why is it, for instance, that we care more about the environment today than we did 200 years ago? Technology and global communication may explain some, but not all.
Is it also a question of consciousness rising?
In that regard, how much we remember from previous states, something truth-telling happened to me last night.
I went to bed with socks on my feet. In the middle of the night, feeling hot, I removed them. I found my socks next to me when I woke up; yet I do not have the slightest memory of taking them off.
How is it possible that my brain gave my hands the signal to remove my socks while not ‘alerting’ my consciousness?
What is life indeed? And what is death?
And how can life be surrounded, or nurtured by consciousness if we are constantly living in a dream state?
Is it possible that a dream state and consciousness would coexist?
With consciousness possibly leading us out of the dream?
Perhaps our son and I will soon have another ‘into dream land’ discussion.
Nurturing the Gift of Seeking 