Close your eyes and take a few deep breaths, relaxing completely. With your inner eye, see a dim green valley of infinite beauty and peace, where no tree or plant has ever felt the bite of axe or knife, and no creature has ever known death from predator’s claw or hunter’s arrow. Here stands a grove of huge trees that soar skywards like pillars of a vast natural temple, whose dome is of many shades of green or coppery red. Beneath your feet the ground is carpeted with a rich emerald moss. The air is fresh and fragrant with the scent of growing things, and the air resounds with birdsong high up in the leafy canopy.
Although you see no creatures here, you get the feeling of being watched by many pairs of eyes from holes in the trunks and shadowy roots of the trees. Then barely perceptible at first, beings emerge from the shadows as if the dim green light itself has taken form: animals of the wild: badgers, foxes, bears, and deer and many other forest creatures, great and small; and other beings that seem to step out of the trees themselves: dryads and hamadryads, elven creatures all in green, tall and slender with almond-shaped eyes and long silky hair that move noiselessly like sunlight over the forest floor; Woodwives and Moss-women, old and bent, with green skin like lichen; gnomes with bark-like skin, gnarled and knotty as tree-roots. . .
They do not seem to have noticed you, for they are all turning in the direction where someone is approaching: a Lady of great beauty with a radiant countenance and long coppery-gold hair which trails down behind and all around her: Wherever it touches the mossy ground, red and white thornless roses spring forth. In one hand she holds aloft a shining emerald stone like a lamp which suffuses the forest grove with a warm green-gold light. She is the Queen of Elphame, the goddess Venus, who is also called the Empress in the Grail legend of Peredur, and in Parzival, Repanse de Schoye: Knowledge of Joy. All beauty and harmony are hers, and as she walks, she sings the worlds into being, for her song is a song of Love that is the purest creative force in the cosmos. . .
You are so overcome by her wordless song and wish for nothing more than to bask in the streams of love and harmony and joy that she pours forth in song. The beauty of her song fills you with heartbreaking pain for all you have suffered in this and many other lifetimes. Seeing this, the Lady reaches down to you and touches the pain in your heart which takes the form of a symbol. Bring this symbol out of yourself and hold it in your hands as an offering to the goddess. She sings over this symbol and fills it with light which transforms your pain into pure love. The symbol changes into a flower – note well what it is like – which she places in your heart. You feel yourself strengthened and renewed. The pain begins to subside, then totally disappears. You begin to breathe deeply. Feel pure, unconditional love flowing through you. As you continue to breathe deeply, a great sense of calm and inner peace washes over you.
Now with each breath you take you feel your heart expand as you open to receive more life-force than you have ever allowed yourself before . . . The creative energy of the Universe flows through you unchecked, and you realise with delight that this stream of life that runs through your veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers. It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death, in ebb and in flow. You see without any doubt that separation is an illusion, for everything now appears as it truly is: an endlessly diverse patterning of rainbow colors refracted from the one Light of the original Energy of Creation. And you too are part of this extraordinary dance of energy, movement, color and sound that coalesces into the infinitely marvellous natural forms of the physical plane.
So what will you create? What aspect of the Life Force fills your heart and soul with the deep desire to become itself in the world of expression? Will you bring it to birth or let it die still-born, knowing that with each little death, the Life Force will recede and seek another more willing to carry it through to its full term, while you become less and less alive? Or will you choose to live your dreams and desires to the fullest no matter what, in service to Life itself?
What will you choose?
(Source: Mara Freeman)