The Mist, the Song (by Heather Eggleston)

The Mist is the expiration of the Divine breath through Creation, through the Earth’s children (humanity, animals, trees, stones). The Mist is most always associated with sound. It is the expiration of breath with the warmth of fire, and the damp of water, via the vehicle of Earth (the temple). Sound, then, is the expression of Love from the heart of the Star as made wise in the Stone, healed in the waters, re-born in the fiery places (ego reborn as the phoenix), connected in the tree-ways of the Greening, and then breathed out in celebration as Mist (Song).

You can trade one word for the other. Mist amplifies song and song inhabits mist. This, then, is human breath. This is the abundance sung.  This is the heart song of creation.

This is also the path of initiation and purification. It does not always sound musical. The sound of the heart can be painful or terrible. The Mist can hold tersity or tenderness. The resonance of each voice can vary and tremble and still it is the voice of the All.

EVERY expression of the Mist, no matter how distant and discordant it seem, is part of the Song and in its completion (from the distant ear) is a reflection of the state of the Whole perfection. So no matter how discordant and awful the song of humanity may seem it is in balance and pitch. When one variance falls too far from harmony another adapts to make music of it. We do this naturally and unconsciously. In this part of our cycle (as one decrescendos and another begins its ascent) the music changes and it sounds terribly discordant.

But listen carefully to the music and you will hear a drumming beneath the pain that is healing and when our Voices add their music to the drumming we all heal more quickly and the sound of the Mist comes clearer to our hearing, our music becomes more melodious, and we contribute to the song of a birthing cycle rather than the keening of the dying cycle.

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The Green Heart (by Heather Eggleston)

When we think of the Green we think of the way the trees in a forest connect to each other through their roots and how their leaves speak to each other without words. We think of how the roots pass nourishment one to the next. We think of how the human body speaks through the trees of the body and how neurotransmitters pass information to each organ fluidly and with precision.

When we think of the Green remember a willingness to grow outward allows us to grow inward. Expansion and deepening connects us to the realms here and to the Mystery.

The Green connects all the worlds and realms in the steady beating of the Heart.

The Green is the heart’s home.

The Green is group heart-mind and how we connect into it. It is our personal experience of sharing ourselves with others and nourishing the spaces within us by nourishing the spaces between us. No one exists in isolation, even those who are much alone.

Alone is always a lie when you recall the Earth herself speaks.

A Meditation on group-Heart and wisdom from the people of the Green (by Heather Eggleston)

Listen. This is your space to hear and feel. Know this. Settle in to your skin. Feel the edges of your form. Then feel the edges of your aura. Now pull your attention inward. And feel your center. It does not matter where the center of you is. For some the center may be the little toe on the right foot. For some it is in the heart or closer to the throat or in the gut or in the left shoulder. It is the center of you. Feel the center of you. If the center of you will move itself then let it move itself. let it flow and watch its movement without worries or without judging or thinking it. Just let it move and feel its movement and feel the patterns that follow in its moving. The center of things is never one place only. The center of things is never one heart only. It is all places and hearts. It is the waves of everything. The center of things is the place where the World Tree roots itself into the beginnings, ends, and betweens of all times. The axis mundi. The center of the Worlds. Feel this in you.

(Be Still)

Yes, as your attention settles into a space it may move. Laugh with this. Do not be frustrated or fearful as your center of motion shifts. Be everything at once.

(Be Still)

Now feel the center of things expand. Feel the single shifting point grow in detail and expand like a little pinprint growing larger. This center expands out like a big ball that holds you in the middle of it, bouncing with each thought, with each breath. Moving you with it, up and down, and up and down. Isn’t this fun? You are a great bouncing ball! Watch the world outside you as you bounce throughout time and throughout space. Dip your toes in the swirls of water of the Oceans as you bounce off the waves. Hear the Stars sing to you as you bounce through the heavens. Feel the warmth of the Sun as you bounce off its rays, allowing your own inner Star to flare in recognition and gratitude. A great cosmic bouncing ball.

(Be Still)

Now listen. Below you there is a beating. A drumming. A steady pulsing of slow, deep, drums. You feel this pulse outside you and suddenly, instantaneously, you feel it inside you as well. Steady, slow, pulsing. It vibrates in you like nothing you’d imagined. Your bouncing slows and the sphere around is drawn down, deep. Down where the beating becomes louder, echoing in your ears, pulling you into the body of Earth herself. Under Earth, in the crystalline structure below, you pulse, feeling yourself growing older, deeper, ancient. You begin to know the things of Stone. You feel the ages and cycles of Earths passed and yet to come in your bones as your bones slowly, so slowly remember they are Stone with the wisdom of all Creation in their structure. You are the skeleton of the Earth and the structure upon which all else is built. You are crystal, rock, sediment, and caves. You are the mountains that touch the sky. You carry the wisdom of ages in your bones. You are living, dynamic, pulsing. You are beating. You are drumming. You are Stone.

(Be Still)

Now feel the drum-beat in your heart. At first it may feel like an echo as the vibration carries itself through you. Allow your heartbeat and the pulsing of the Stone to wrap around each other until they become one rhythm.

(Be Still)

Now a wind moves over you and the slightest breath is whispered into your head. This breath, this blessing, touches your heart and as it does you are washed in the most verdant green you have ever imagined. Brighter than emeralds and deeper than forest canopies. As this green washes your heart it beats with greater life. Greater vitality. It beats with a solidity and purpose. And with each and every beat your heart expands, growing larger and larger. With each beat living, breathing vines grow in every direction. These tendrils grow out, reaching towards the world. They root in, reaching into Mystery. The grow in and out, up and down, reaching all directions at once, connecting the inner spaces to the outer spaces.

(Be Still)

As these vines grow, like tributaries from a central spring, they entwine their green fingers around the fingers of those closest to them, reaching for each other. Connecting heart to heart. Green to Green. As these beautiful connections are made feel the original breath of wind in your hair pass through each vein of Green from one tendril to the next as we pass the blessing to each other, letting it grow, knowing we are intimately connected. Feel nourishment pass through these external roots, feeding the deepest connections within. Feel empathy for all Creation in the beating of Our heart. Be there now.

webbing of the group-heart mind

The internet is the physical manifestation of the larger group heart-mind. The tangled branches of the thoughts of the millions come together in a wild landscape of this, that, and the other.

It is brilliant. And terrifying.

One can find (nearly) anything on the internet!

Like the group heart-mind the brightest and the most (seemingly) fallen aspects of Creation are separated only by a clicking mouse and open eye.

When we send a word into this woven web of dream and desire it is as an offering to the beating of the group-Heart itself. As we send our deliberately constructed sentences into this symbolic landscape they become thought forms, the love-children of mind and emotion, who then grow lives of their own no longer coddled within the comfortable construct of inner space.

Carefully chosen “avatars” are emanations of ourselves. Photos of the physical form chopped, cropped, altered, and kissed as we click them out the door to represent us the best a reproduction of a facsimile possibly can. Our Avatars of liquid light are poured into the formless sea of the group-Heart to make their way among the millions.

The web becomes a great path of possibilities, entanglements, and a study in the ways of the group-heart. One local mind links to this other local mind to this larger group to this network and so on and on. And I, as a student of the greater Heart, participate warily, gently, and with the greatest curiosity.