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LIFETIMES ON EARTH
It has been a long journey and although time is only an illusion to give
the soul a way to learn through 3D and 4D experience, it can still feel
like an eternity to the one who walks it.
There were lifetimes when we moved through the halls of Atlantean
temples and Egyptian mystery schools. Spent years as Holy Essenes and as
the early Knight Templars before their later associations. Days in
beloved Avalon and nights within the quiet magic of Camelot, called to a
round table where honour was lived rather than proclaimed. There were
lives as Cathars who chose truth over safety and surrendered everything
for what could not be compromised.
We lived as Druids in mist-covered forests and as Oracles who listened
without fear of what might be heard. We served in early Buddhist
monasteries and Taoist hermitages, learning the simplicity of presence.
We tended sacred fires in pre-Celtic tribes and kept the old songs alive
so the memory of spirit would not vanish.
We stood with the Hopi Indians and the Mayans, tracking the rhythms of
stars and seasons. We travelled the Silk Road as humble traders who
carried wisdom between worlds. We shaped clay and stone as artisans in
forgotten cities where beauty was an offering rather than a possession.
We lived as midwives and healers who knew how to hold both birth and
death without resistance. We were scholars in Alexandria and Baghdad who
sought truth beyond dogma and were scribes who copied scriptures because
the written word was once the only technology of remembering.
We walked as Sufis in desert caravans, spinning the heart open to what
cannot be named. We listened as shamans in the Amazon who learned the
forest by becoming part of it. We spoke as Indigenous storytellers on
open plains who kept the world informed by telling how it came to be.
We lived every
side of the experience so nothing would remain unknown. We lived as
paupers who learned that survival is its own kind of initiation and as
nobles who learned that power without wisdom collapses into emptiness.
We lived as peasants who knew the dignity of the earth and as kings who
discovered the loneliness of ruling. We lived as leaders whose voices
carried and as servants who held the world together quietly. We lived as
warriors who protected what was sacred and as pacifists who showed that
peace can change what battle cannot. We lived as hermits who chose
silence and as lovers who chose depth.
And then there were simpler lives. Farmers who woke before dawn to tend
the soil. Fishermen who trusted tides and winds more than logic. Mothers
who held children as if holding creation itself. Fathers who protected
rather than conquered. Wanderers who owned nothing and somehow had
everything.
Each polarity completed what the other lacked, rounding out the picture
until nothing remained unfamiliar.
All of it brought us here. Century after century, life after life,
witnessing and learning how humans forget themselves and how they
remember again. What looked like separate incarnations was always one
continuous unfolding, a single consciousness exploring every facet of
love, power, innocence, grief, courage and wisdom.
Now the long
journey bends toward completion. Not as a climax but as recognition that
every step mattered and every life added to the whole, and that the
lessons which once made no sense are now understood. What was forgotten
returns, not as memory but as quiet knowing.
The many lives gather into one life and the one who stands here now
carries the quiet maturity of them all. Change happens through this,
because an awakened life does not need to try to change the world, it
changes it simply by being here.
Unconditional Love,
Sandy Stevenson