6th December 2013. Light in the dark, during and after the storm....The world is waking up.

The world is waking up, photos taken early morning of 5th December 2013.

 

 

 

 

 

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December has merged in so quickly, its hard to catch your breath. Outward distractions have to bang louder on your door to get your attention as you find yourself wanting to stay in your inner silence and sanctum. If you can, picture a soft candle flame that is still and unwavering, sheltered in the peaceful calm of your inner sanctum. Hold this image to return to whenever you feel the need for peace.

Yesterday, the 5th, I felt the urge to put up the Christmas lights, when I turned the lights on, the places that are usually dark in the evenings were filled with soft small glows, stringing across the walls throughout  the halls and downstairs rooms. I was so preoccupied with this and the warmth of these little lights that it was only at the last minute, I remembered I had to be somewhere at a specific time.

When I left the house, at 3.30pm it was already getting dark. I walked out into a cold rainy storm.

I had a long walk to get where I was going, about 30 minutes. My umbrella was blown inside out,  traffic along the roads blurred into their own headlamps glare. It was difficult walking through the wind, as the rain belted down. Physically it was like pushing through canyons of high speed hand dryers, the kind that blow your skin into ripples.  Trudging through all this and then had to push myself uphill as the road met a steep incline, I silently asked for help.

 Suddenly, I found or somehow remembered, a still candle flame in my inner sanctum, it was unwavering and untouched by the storm I was walking through.

It was lighting my way.


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This morning It was incredibly dark when I woke up. It was eerily dark, in great contrast to the photos taken yesterday morning at the same time, as shown above. There was something different today, there was a silence and darkness. For a long while I wondered if the sun wasn't going to show itself to day.

Of course in this hemisphere the days are decreasing in length and the amount of sunlight we have reduces. But it seemed to signify something, like a pause before the day comes in. The morning after the storm.

The news showed the world the storms that battered Britain last night.  These storms have left parts of the country flooded and people have had to find rescue and sanctuary in church halls or school halls, with each other.

I like to think that each person contributed a small light, even if that light, on a conscious level, was just the sheer relief of being safe and not being alone in the storm...... On different levels it is the sharing of the quality of  'Hope' and the actual soul light that a person has, that is being shared to illuminate the sanctuary of the hall space.  


This sharing of light in a sanctuary, as the storm rages outside, is a community aspect of  'the candle in the inner sanctum', contributed to by many.


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Late last night we had news that Nelson Mandela had died.  One of the brightest lights of our times has left the building. He was the candle flame that was held, unwavering in humanities inner sanctum, that lit the way for anyone who chose to find the love within humanity. The inner sanctum of love always lies amidst the raging storms that have described the human story on earth for such a long. We all  must wake up now and find our own access to this love.

I first posted this image of Nelson Mandela on Monday 24th June 2013, i.e.  24/ 06/13, now it is  06/12/13. I am not a numerology expert but I wonder if there is a mystical value to these dates.... It feels like there was some kind of celestial countdown to the energy release on his death. .....Just playing with the thought.