One night I awoke to see a light beaming down from the sky.
It shone through the roof and onto the bed where I lay.
It seemed as if the moon was alive and burning right through to touch my very soul.
In the light the energy uplifted me, I felt no pain, no confusion, no tiredness, only clarity and peace and a deep deep sense of love. I revelled in the glow.
And I knew I had to share what I had discovered.
“Create it, and they will come” said the voices.
I had a vision of people from all over the world travelling to this place to stand in the light, to find healing, and solace, and wisdom and peace, to know the meaning of love.
I knew that if I could indeed create it, and share the message with the people, that they would come and stand in the light with me. And there would be an end to their suffering.
But my task was to find the words to describe what I had seen, and to create images to share my vision. What language would the spirit recognize, what words would the heart understand? I was merely one woman and yet my heart wanted to share with the universe. I was afraid to open my mouth for fear of being ridiculed, scorned or worse still, just ignored. What could I say or do that could convey the message my heart held?
So in the deepest part of my being, where the creative muse dwells and plays as a child, I summoned my courage and faith that the language of the heart would be loud enough and clear enough to reach the minds and ears of the world. And I trusted that when I spoke, the people would listen, when I opened my eyes and raised my hands, the people would see. So I created,
and I believed in magic……
and I knew that with true love…..
words are not necessary when the heart speaks.
So I brought my message to the world in a language that they could understand.
And then I waited…..
(“From the Heart of the Muse”……an ageless tale for modern times