In the midst of writing the appeal, I broke through to a space of mastery, as in self-command.
Originally this article formed part of the appeal, but it made so little sense in context that I repost it here as a separate article. Like so many spiritual experiences, it features an abrupt discontinuity in experience, which could not be hidden.
This was written, stream-of-consciousness, in the middle of the experience.
One of my favorite books (not so much the movie) was Agony and the Ecstacy, about Michaelangelo, the sculptor. I read it in 1979 on my way to Florence and Rome with my girlfriend, where I saw his sculptures, and was entranced.
In the book, the restless master in him appealed to me.
[The experience begins.]
I hear a voice inside me say, “Maestro!” (1)
And I immediately connect with … remember … an aspect of myself that I’ve never experienced before. I see myself in the Renaissance period.
I now feel perfectly fine and am outside of stress. For me at this moment, all of this appears simply as the acting out of a play, a drama, and I have my part in it.
At times it may get pretty grim and grisly and sometimes we choose to leave. But facing our fear of those grisly times is what the situation seems to be calling out from us. For me, it’s the lesson to be learned.
I have Kathleen’s permission to share this. Two days ago I watched her, in an exercise we did together, apologize to everyone she ever harmed or may have harmed, in all her lifetimes. She named anyone who came to mind and stated the grounds until there was no one left. I played the role of hearing her apology.
When she began the exercise, she had whatever issues going on with her that were going on. When she left it, the issues were gone and she was a picture of perfect balance.
I mentioned that she was currently working on balance. I watched her transform before my eyes.
I’m just learning some aspects of balance. Nonetheless, that one word, “Maestro!,” triggered a return of balance in me, as I’m sure it was intended to do. Thank you, my guides.
I experienced relaxation. Completeness. Satisfaction. For as long as the experience lasted.
Oh, look, this “maestro” space is the same as the space of abundance. And peace. I’m back at the same place of the Natural Self again. I now have my tripod: peace, abundance, and mastery.
I now can triangulate as well: I have three vantage points from which to view the Natural Self.
I’ve arrived here by three different paths to three differently-named but identical states of being.
A tripod, as far as I know, is the least number that can serve as a self-supporting foundation or structure. Triangulation is a reliable means of determining things about a distant object. Of course the Natural Self is not distant and is not an object.
This must be the third time I’ve reported a word popping into my mind that has reoriented the situation by shifting the context. (2) I see this as an indicator of divine co-creative partnership.
After this experience of mastery, the experience of making an appeal was not so bad. Somehow whatever was triggered by that one word shifted the situation for me in mid-appeal. I went from being a shivering coward and shrinking violet to being in command of myself.
Is this the kind of “magic moment” we see in movies where the protagonist retires to the chapel and comes out with certain knowledge of what there is to do?
Footnotes
(1) On our weekly InLight Radio call today, Linda Dillon confirmed for me that it was Archangel Michael who gave me the thought of Michaelaneglo and uttered the word, “Maestro!”
(2) “Make yourself an energy bubble.” – St. Germaine. “Make the translation.” – Unknown source.