When we remembered the Elixir of Life

ImageLet me speak now of matters past, of time gone, when pyramids were aplenty and the land was flush, and the green of sand that wove its way in the hearts of men, and women and children alike.

We knew then. We knew then the urns were filled with the love and the elixir of life. We knew then. We knew then that the hearts and the minds of people were one, and we did not question, and we did not doubt. For we were one with the land, and one with the wind. We were one with the sky. We were one with the elements all. And we rose in the day and we slept in the night. And we knew we would rise and sleep with the rising of the sun and the setting of its beacon on the horizon.

And when the moon rose and the moon set, so too our crops were sown and harvested. And we knew this too. And we knew the way the rivers ran were the way that we were settled. And we knew where our crops would grow and our sheep would graze. We knew because we were one. We knew because we felt this oneness. We rose with it, and we slept with it. We awoke with it and we parted with it. And when our cycle ended, we took our knowing into our transitioning state and we returned again with our knowing.

And along the way our ability to remember failed us. Our ability to recall our oneness, left us. And as we grew, and as we rose, and as we slept, so too we forgot. And a time came when we awoke from slumber not realising that we remained asleep. And though we felt the need to cry, still we did not know why. The ache in our bodies remained unexplained. The yearning for something else, remained unanswered. We did not know, and we had not remembered, our oneness. We only knew then that we were alone. And truly we did weep. And truly we did cry within. And yet our tears remained unseen. And our cries unheard for the silence of our forgetting deafened us. And we awoke no more. And we returned no more. And our sleep continued until our sleep became the dream of our awakened day. And our slumber became our life.

And now we are you. And now we see you. And now in our age and our place, we may return and attempt to lightly shake you from your slumber, to awaken you from the dream that was our forgetting; to relieve you of your burden of grief, of separation. And we do so because we can, because we see, because we now remember the truth of our being. And we would have you remember this. And this is why we come.

We are here to help you wake up, to help you rise up in your unity, in your knowing of the land and the wind, and the elements all. In your knowing of each creature, of each sunlight, of each moon ray, of each star in the night sky; in your knowing that you and it are one.

How might this make a difference to your life? How might you feed yourself and the other knowing that you are grown of the grain that you give; that you are the grain that you feed yourself, and that the other is the seed by which you are grown?

Think on this.

We ask for you to reach out your hand, to look upon it, each line a line of forgetting. Each line a line we would ask you to remember. It is a creature. It is a memory. It is a way of being. These are the grains of sand that once you swam in knowing that they were the sea that cooled the earth, that brought the rains, that lapped up the sun, that milked the cows, that drove the camels from place to place. Each line upon your hand, a grain of sand, a ray of sunlight, a fish in the water. Each line upon your hand, the look of another being, the essence of another spirit within you, making you one, whole.

Reach out in this knowing in a way that understands it within your heart. Feel what it would be like to run with the sands, to build a pyramid with your mind knowing that you command the elements because you are of them.

We ask you to remember this, to fill your vials and urns that you carry into your next life, that you carry with you, with the knowing of this greatness, this truth, that you do not die, you are not alone, your life continues, and you build creation with your thought and your love. And your compassion is key to unlocking these doors, these truths that you once knew. Fill your urns, fill your perfume bottles, fill them with the essence of this truth.

Connection is the key, and you connect through your senses, through your understanding, through your knowing that is compassion, that is love. Fill yourself with this: you are the urn of life. Bring it into your transition that you will remember and awake with this knowing. Bring it in to your remembering.