How would we live if we knew deep within that we were made of love?
How would we live if we knew, not just conceptually, but also as a living reality felt deep within our bodies that our essential essence was composed of only love? In what ways would our lives be different? Would there be changes in our thought patterns, in what we say and how we behave? I’d like to think so.
Recently I have come across a lovely Aramaic phrase, Abwoon. It is the first phase of the Lords Prayer which we have translated in the King James Version of the bible as ‘Our Father’ but in Aramaic its meaning is so much deeper than this. Aramaic is a rich language where words have layers of meaning and each syllable within a word can have its own separate meaning too.
The word Abwoon is made up of 4 such syllables. A – BW – OO - N
The first syllable A represents the Source of Life
In many spiritual traditions vowel sounds are considered sacred. In vibrational healing the A vowel sound (pronounced as ah, as in the word Ma) is used to realign the heart chakra, the centre of love and compassion. This is a releasing sound and one we often use when we are touched emotionally by some experience of love, beauty or kindness. The A(h) sound is a contented sound and I like to think of it as the first sound ever uttered as God gave expression to His desire to create and his satisfaction at what he had created. Perhaps when viewed this way this very first sigh is an expression of the happiness, love and joy that God felt as He contemplated the world He had created?
Neil Douglas- Klotz, a teacher of the intonation of the Aramaic Lords Prayer explains that the second syllable BW is pronounced as if it was the sound of someone blowing a kiss. Again a visual image springs to mind of God blowing a Kiss out to the world. When we look up the word kiss in the dictionary we find it means ‘a caress with the lips’ or ‘to touch gently’. So this BW sound can be described as God’s gentle touch to the world or to put it another way it is the life giving blessing emanating from the Source of Life.
The third syllable of Abwoon is OO representing the sound of the wind, blowing outward from the Source. This sound carries the Kiss, the intent, the blessing, the feeling of Gods love, (His joy, satisfaction, desire) and eventually gives rise to the last syllable the N which is the form that is produced when the Kiss lands in the physical world.
If we run with this analogy we can imagine that we are all expressions, in physical form, of God’s Kiss, of His caress, His touch, His love. We are all the result of a process that has its roots in love, satisfaction, joy and desire and which continues, in an unending cycle, to support the ongoing creation of Life .
Furthermore the Kiss of God is not meant to come to a full STOP when it reaches the physical plane for the breath of God is meant to flow through His creation and outward where it can then continue to give expression to the Divine Source from whence it came. Most of the universe knows this and naturally and effortlessly partakes of the act of creation by giving back their share of the Divine Kiss. Stars shine, the sun faithfully rises each morning, the rain falls to nourish the land, the trees and plants blossom and grow giving out their unique beauty unconditionally. All these play their part in spreading the Kiss but what about us, the species known as Human Beings; do we partake as readily in this process? It seems not for Humans have a tendency to forget that we too are part of the ongoing creation story. Our active minds tend to pull us all over the place and in the process we forget the precious details of our Divine origin or that we are meant to express this through the lives that we live. As a consequence the world has suffered becoming altogether a paler, poorer place than it was intended to be. So how can we, as a race, be helped to remember our connection to the Source of our Life?
By FEELING not THINKING!
Think back to a time when you were moved to say “AHH” – what prompted it, what did you witness? How did you feel? This feeling is who YOU are in essence. It is the essential you; the original you; the you hidden deep below the years of conditioning that you have received as you have travelled through life.
Think back to a time when you were moved to kiss someone gently. Perhaps a child, or a friend you hadn’t seen for a long time or someone who was ill? How did you feel? This is who YOU are; the essential you again.
Think back to a time when someone touched you gently. Perhaps a reassuring hug when you were down or a soothing massage or someone reaching for your hand or stroking your hair. How did you feel then? This is the original, the authentic YOU.
Now take these feelings, these sensations of who you are and look around your world for opportunities to ‘KISS IT BETTER!’ The familiar love song IT’S IN HIS KISS reminds us of how we can tell if we are loved so lets ask ourselves: Who could benefit from knowing this right now and how could I be instrumental in bringing the kiss of God’s love to them?
Wherever we can let us give this KISS of LIFE and in doing so be instrumental in reminding ourselves and each other of who we really are.
SO who have you been ‘kissing’ lately? Want to KISS and TELL? Your story is welcome here.....
A November day arrives
sycamore leaves in mourning colours weep
alongside blood red poppies
scattered bouquets cover the ground
in crimson grief
Passers by simply stop and stare
drenching themselves in the strange sadness
their despairing eyes turned inward
unasked questions hanging in the damp air
like formations of grey mist
I want to run and hide
remove myself from the neat row of crosses
that mark the lost lives of war
but the words ‘For my Dad’
burn in my heart
My tears fall like November rain
I wrote this poem following a visit to Westminster Abbey where I saw all the little wooden crosses laid out in front of the church and watched as passers by stood deep in thought. A soft sorrow filled the air and I thought how many years have we been buying our poppies faithfully, paying our respects to the dead, remembering the bravery of those serving in the armed forces and yet peace (for which they all fight) is no nearer a reality for our world?
Standing in front of the crosses I felt the tension, the pull, the conflict between my soul and my mind; one wanting to reach out with compassion, love and generosity of spirit, the other wanting to recoil and distance myself from the futility of violence and the reminder of the threat that war creates in our lives. It was as if one part of me wanted to love and embrace my fellow men and the other wanted to judge and condemn them for being involved in wars that inflicted pain and caused unnecessary death. It was as if one part of me wanted to find someone to blame for all the distress I could feel around me and the other wanted to love them for having no choice but to enter into war as the only means to an end that they could think of.
The ambivalence I felt that day has never left me and somehow I have to find a way to live with the unease that war creates in me. As a pacifist, left to my own devices I prefer the incentive of the carrot to the reproach of the stick however as Remembrance day approaches I am left to ponder many questions:
“Is war a necessary evil?”
“Can peace ever be achieved through fighting?”
“Doesn’t adding fuel to the fire only make it burn more fiercely?”
“If fighting only serves to perpetuate conflict but doing nothing leaves us vulnerable and at risk, are there any other viable alternatives?”
There are no easy answers to these questions and perhaps we each must navigate our own way through these difficult and challenging issues. One question that returns to me time and time again though is this: “What is it that we are we remembering?” By that I mean what is the FOCUS of our remembrance? Is it the futility of war? The waste of life, the cruelty, the pain, the unnecessary evil of it all? Or is it the longing for peace, a thankfulness for what the bravery and commitment of individuals has achieved for us, a desire to honour and celebrate the good intent behind the violent actions and to commit ourselves to the values of freedom, justice and peace?
We are all familiar with the brutal face of war but what is the face of remembrance? Are the two faces the same or different? Perhaps the difference is only a very subtle one found in the fact that the face of remembrance casts its gaze in a different direction to that of the face of war. Perhaps it is the same face with a different focus and it is this focus alone that has the power to make a difference in the world? I believe that being clear about our focus is absolutely essential if the act of remembrance is to ever succeed in achieving its true purpose.
Perhaps it may be helpful here to take a look at the verb to remember. To remember means to reinstate our membership, to rejoin or re connect with something that we have forgotten we belong to. While this may have implications for personal remembrance (i.e. remembering a family member or lost loved one) I think it has even wider implications that that. Could it be that at the heart of our remembrance is a need to regroup beyond the limitations imposed by an allegiance only to an individual country,race, religion or set of beliefs?
Perhaps what we are remembering at some deep level is that we are all a part of a wider, larger family, the human family and even wider that that the family of LIFE, of LIVING things. Is there something at the very core of our being that is wired for LIFE so that when we stop to contemplate the hard evidence of war we naturally and instinctively move to reject it. Is there something deep within us that knows we are not here to contemplate death and destruction but to celebrate life and to nurture and cherish it in all its forms because this is WHERE WE ALL BELONG?
Is our REMEMBRANCE about remembering this COMMON inheritance and if so how does this impact on our everyday living and the choices we make as advocates of LIFE?
Perhaps all is not yet lost? Perhaps there are numerous daily battles and skirmishes that we each face every day that could benefit from our remembering to choose to gaze in a different direction – a one that brings us to a place of communion, connection and a healthy celebration of the diversity of life rather than a place of separation, hostility and senseless judgement. Perhaps by refocusing our gaze in this way we can all, in our own small ways be instruments of change and wearing our poppies can be a proud symbol of our own individual commitment to this process?
Please share your thoughts.....
DARE TO DREAM....
Okay so this is what I have noticed when I reach for the stars and dare to start making my dreams come true.....I come fact to face with my FEARS.
My fear of failure
My fear of rejection
My fear of not being good enough
My fear of lack
My fear of being hurt
My fear of the BIG BAD WORLD
My fear of getting it wrong
My fear of being unsafe
My fear of being judged
PHEW! I feel exhausted juts writing this! All this fear makes me want to shoot straight back into the shell I've been trying all my life to get out of! This is the strange paradox that I find myself living in. Although growth is a natural process for which we are all wired there seems also to be a natural pull in the opposite direction. So just as I am about to step out and take the next tentative step towards expressing my life more fully I meet this strange force pulling me backwards. I feel the gravity of my own fears heavy on my shoulders weighing me down as I struggle to break free. And yet beyond all this the sun is beckoning, the sky is calling and a song of FREEDOM rises in my heart. How can I not respond?
This BIG WALL OF FEAR that I find myself standing before is the place where LIFE meets life. It is the creative edge - the place where I get to create my experience of life as opposed to merely reacting to life. It seems however that in order to be creative in this way I must first learn to accept as part of my life the force that is in opposition to this.Instead of wishing my fears away I must learn to appreciate them as the gift that they are. My fears can be pointers to what I most desire in life (I will write more about this in a later blog 'The tracks of my fears') and as such they are invitations for me to live a more full and authentic life.
My thoughts go to Malala and Hina the two Muslim girls standing up for their dream to be allowed an education and to be offered the gift of living free from the dictates of a strict religious code that sees them as undeserving of the same rights as men.
I think of their BRAVERY and wonder how dare I even think of not following my own dream when I have the freedom and the ability to do so? How can I talk of fear when in comparison to violent threats and attempted murder my own fears pale into insignificance? It would have been quite understandable in their case if they had opted for a course of action that would ensure their safety but the same is not true for me. My fears are not of the same nature, they are perceived fears rather than real ones.
I may never be able to show the kind of courage that these woman show but in my own way I can make a start and be brave in my own circumstances. I can make a stand for what I believe in and follow my own dreams. Perhaps the act of breaking through the limitations of my own fears may in some way help lessen the gravitational pull of fear that affects all our lives?
So my invitation today is for us all to stand up and dare to follow our dreams - to take the next one small step that will move us forward in that direction. For me (and my dream of finding and using my voice) my next step is to commit this blog to my website. What about you? I'd love to hear from you. What are your thoughts on daring to dream? Together we are stronger so lets support each other as we take our one next step towards making our dreams a living reality.
The opinions I express here are my own. However I offer them with the word 'syat' next to them. 'Syat' is a word used by the Jain Tribe in India which means 'To the best of my knowledge SO FAR.' In the spirit of openness I invite comments from anyone whether you agree with my point of view or not. In this way we can all learn and grow together. Thank you.