Sounds like science fiction, but it isn’t—when
we choose to look at our lives as our own creation, chosen as souls and
spirits, making matter real, physical, for us to mold, choice by choice, as we
become aware – asking other souls and spirits to help us to share experiences;
beginning with
An Agreement
to Conceive, to Cherish
Even if
cherish isn’t yet known as a skill in the toolbox of life – our power of choice
may begin to take on a glow, a light which hereafter will never dull but only
brighten. Once awakened to such a choice, a binding by and of love, the mind
does not forget.
In the Archives,
lives are recorded, some written by old instruments and faded by time, some
freshly inked, all rolled in soft paper or pressed onto glass, or etched onto
plates to be washed with color and printed.
The Keepers
of the Archives are busy, bustling forms, usually women whose long hair shines
with color, contrasting with the soft lamb’s wool grey of their clothing. The
skin that shows beneath their sleeves is smooth and even-toned, different
shades of gold, brown, white, black, bronze.
The color
palette here is vivid yet suffused, intense though subdued, sundried. The sun
shines brightly, hanging low in the sky, yet a haze hangs with it, making the
air itself seem visible and shot through with a glowing heavy yellow orb.
Mostly
medium-natured people live here, as my brilliant niece may have said – Not hot,
not cold but medium – if it’s hot, they’re hot, if it’s cold, they’re cold.
To know
where to go, to know where to find or create warmth from the cold or cold when
heat is too much, becomes one description of the pioneering impulse, journey
each takes, choosing to enter the Realm of Oblige/Return.
Facts in
this realm are often shortened to Acts. What is seen is believed, though what
is seen is a wide panorama of thoughts, words, and deeds, some smooth, some
rough, some rhythmically rolling like ocean waves stirred by storms.
Things like,
what does it mean to be heroic? Are asked in very visible ways – carved
intricately in stone, with elegant flourishes, illuminated with lights falling
on letters like a beckoning, a welcoming, an invitation, warm and exciting.
Mothers walk
in with their children, holding hands as they stroll, pointing out the
carvings, the sculpture, the dynamic gardens as their children’s faces fill
with wonder, an enlightenment of Oblige/Return.
The Energy
Policy is something that is always thought about, discussed, tweaked by each
family, each person, each collective, because they know that this is their gift
of life, their greatest living legacy: how they manage their greatest resource,
themselves. Tutors teach primarily how energy is managed, directed, understood.
How energy is understood in relationship to life itself, not simply the pieces
of a life – food, water, wind generation, movement, as when we believed the
pieces were separate, relatively easily
shelved, if not solved.
