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a dream
By Janet Piedilato
Copyright © 2011
Janet Piedilato is a psychologist, health care consultant, and ordained minister, with a doctorate in Biology from New York University and in Transpersonal Psychology from Saybrook. Piedilato is the first woman practitioner to present shamanic ritual at the Harvard Divinity School Conference on Reinterpreting Shamanism. More about Janet Piedilato
Re member…..Come…..leave that sleeping form….Come, re member
My limbs are heavy. Something is weighing me down….yet with great effort I lift myself out of the heavy mud.
Yes! That is good. Come now. There is little time. We go to re member our Beloved Egypt!
I glance down at the sleeping form. In the back of my mind an image gathers…
Good! Turn inward! Re member…
The vision fills me. For a brief moment I think how this sight differs from the ordinary... Yet quickly all private thoughts evaporate before the powerful vision. Water …everywhere…surrounding me…and in its very center…a potter’s wheel, a great wheel spinning, Unseen hands working vast mounds of clay into tiny figures…perfectly made, tiny forms…spiraling into being, a community of whirling dervishes, each turning to the rhythm of wheel, from seen to unseen…they appear and disappear before me…an unending symphony of creation…Oh…yes! I see…
I am filled with the sight, this re membering…How could one ever forget this? I am the very axis of the potter's wheel....turning....flowing into the great dance.....flowing ....feeling the rhythm within my heart....
Yes, You are there......sink into the feeling.....It is the freedom of pure love, of the Great of the Great! Dance! Drink the waters of the Nun, primeval waters beyond the beyond….uncreated and unending! Taste the sweetness, sweeter than dawn’s nectar…
Such is honey dripped upon my heart…..Twirling round and round…like an atom…stretching and yawning into infinity…..Re member well…this beginning, your origin and your destination…..Your life is but a pilgrimage home…..Your life’s work is that of re membering….
I see the rush of light…..a blinding stream of great intensity ...I am suspended in an expanding void between here and there…….A new gathering emerges before me: the image of a young golden boy, his finger to his mouth in a gesture of....
Shussssssssh! Be silent!
I still my mind…..
Be empty that you be filled……
The blinding light separates into two focused streams, one blue, one white …..rushing into being, carrying the waters of the Nun into manifestation….. crystal clear droplets dancing, flowing ….becoming….. the Nile……tumbling from high….merging...surging upward …flowering into a blue lotus emblazed upon the land, the Delta……From heaven's dome I look down upon these waters. They are on fire with heavenly light, branding the earth with predetermined form. I watch as gently, slowly the waters settle into the fertile caress of mossy banks….I watch.... Egypt, beloved KMT is born.
And so the Great of Great, The Hidden One, Amun, breathed light into darkness…..
The light blazed in the silent void, still, expectant....