“Have I told you lately that I love you
Have I told you theres no one else above you
Fill my heart with gladness
Take away all my sadness
Ease my troubles thats what you do” 

Rod Stewart’s song always makes me pondering. 

Recently a friend working in the real estate rental told me she had already encountered two women looking to rent a house for her children and herself because of a divorce. It reminded me of the message many energy healers have been saying that now is a time of transition, turbulent and uneasy, a lot of things are going on, personal changes and past lives issues. Could this somehow related?

I guess marriage is not easy. Many of my girl friends are independent and professional. They said the most difficult time for their marriage was when their first child was one year old. They felt like leaving.

When I first watched the movie “Kramer vs. Kramer,” I didn’t understand why Meryl Streep wanted to leave.

Although the movie of “The Bridges of Madison County” was boring, my friends said Meryl Streep really should leave.

I don’t know all the hard work involved in keeping a healthy and joyful marriage, I just thought perhaps Stewart’s song gives some hint:

“Have I told you lately that I love you
Have I told you theres no one else above you
Fill my heart with gladness
Take away all my sadness
Ease my troubles thats what you do   

For the morning sun in all its glory
Greets the day with hope and comfort too
You fill my life with laughter
And somehow you make it better
Ease my troubles thats what you do
Theres a love thats divine
And its yours and its mine like the sun
And at the end of the day
We should give thanks and pray
To the one, to the one”

People need to tell their other half how much she/he is appreciated.

Also, don’t have the idea of changing the other.

When I have friends getting married, I like to give them this poem of marriage beautifully written by Gibran:

“You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.
Ay, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. 

Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of you bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they guiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.”

       Pondering - Image work by Maria Yu

What does that mean when we use “The World of” to talk about a person?

It seems to me it is about “who the person is,” “what the person has done,” “where (in life) the person has traveled,” “how the person proceeds (in life).” For greater creatures, it is also about how they achieve their masteries.

It is both an inner journey and outer manifestation, and an integration of all.

What’s inside affects the outside.

How well the outside turns out encourages the inside.

When the emotional, mental, physical and spiritual of a person become stable and strong like temple columns, the person is then able to run for or even win the golden crown. These four columns must be at least equally built up.

Perhaps “The world of” is a tapestry of our development of the emotional, mental, physical and spiritual. A simple way of describing weaving: it is to weft through the warp. In life there are ups and downs, trusts and doubts, triumphs and defeats. Surely plenty of admirations, riches, happiness, joy and struggles, rejections, loneliness, misunderstanding. So we weft through all these warps of good and bad.

These inspiring phrases were written by Joan Parisi Wilcox in “Keepers of the Ancient Knowledge”:

“Our work as human is to have a complete life,
to have a real relationship with Mother Earth, …
to have a real relationship with everything in the world,
with everything.”

Our “world of” is then a world of our relationship with everything.

I would think “The world of” is also a time domain, or a time line. We might say there is a starting point where we came to our current life. (If we take previous lives into account then we may not know where our starting point is.) However, where the end point is, we really don’t know.

In Mathematics, a line of integers, or especially real numbers, just keeps extending. We can pick any two real numbers and find infinite numbers between them. There is a term called Infinite Divisibility.

So, we have the potential of extending our life line infinitely. Or possibly we may be infinitely making small steps not far away from where we were.

This Infinite Divisibility reminds me of the relationship of the dimensional/conscious levels with music and harmonics. I read about this in “The Ancient Secret of the Flower of Life: Volume 1.” The piano has eight white keys from C to C, one octave, and in between the white keys there are five black keys. So from one C to the next is 13 keys/notes. Between each two notes there is a space, so that when one note is hit, there is a very definite place where the next note is. In this waveform universe we exist in, there is a very definite place where the next dimensional level exists. It has been discovered that there are places between the notes called overtones. There are twelve major overtones between each note of the chromatic scale of these 13 keys. Each note is a dimension and our Reality is the third note. The twelve major overtones between any two notes, or dimensions, are a replica of the larger pattern. It’s holographic. If you carry it further, between each overtone you’ll find another twelve overtones that replicate the whole pattern. It goes down and up literally forever. This is called a geometrical progression, only in harmonics. The thirteenth note repeats, then there’s another octave above that one. There’s an octave of universes below this and an octave above, and it stretches on theoretically forever. So as big and as infinite as this universe seems, there are still an infinite number of other ways to express the one Reality, and each dimension is experientially completely different from any other. The dimensional levels are nothing but differing wavelengths. By changing the wavelength of your consciousness, you change all your body patterns to a wavelength of a different dimensional level. This is what the UFOs do when they shoot across the sky. Spaceship passengers are consciously connected psychically to the vehicle itself, and when they get ready to go into another dimension, they go into meditation and link all aspects of themselves into oneness.

“Link all aspects of themselves into oneness?” That seems to be the key to move to a higher conscious level.

How do I say what my “world of” is?

At which milepost am I in my whole journey of this life and of all lives?

How far can I stretch my life line and how high up can I move in the chromatic scale?

I certainly don’t want to be doing Infinite Divisibility around a milepost or overtone.

Becoming oneness then seems to be the ankh, the primary key to eternal life and true freedom. Building up strongly the emotional, mental, physical and spiritual is the way to oneness. And the Divine Love is the fire of purification.

Three Musketeers - pastel painting by Maria Yu

The weekend level 1 class was fun but when the level 2 class started the mood changed to become unpleasant. Many people in the level 2 class were already doing animal communication for sometime. All of us, except one, got criticized. A few ladies cried. I had never been in a workshop that was so dreadful, by Tuesday I was thinking about leaving.

It was a light raining day on Tuesday. After lunch I took a walk in the dandelion field with trees. I started seeing twinkling of colors around me, something like flower petals falling and floating in the air. I thought my astigmatism really got bad. I was pondering whether to stay or to leave. I lied down on the grass and the twinkling kept going.

I fell to sleep. When I woke up the twinkling disappeared. As I was walking back to the building I saw an image of a brown horse with a white nose. The horse gave me her name and told me where she lived. She told me to hang in there.

That afternoon our Animal Communication class did a power animal retrieval exercise. Two people were partners and each retrieved the other’s power animal. My partner retrieved me a gorgeous golden brown horse. I realized that was the horse came to me earlier.

Wednesday morning we went outside to the woods and saw the grandfather tree. The teacher said in the Nature there were fairies. Flower fairies would appear like twinkling of colors. So now I was glad I stayed to learn this. I saw flower fairies yesterday.

Our last exercise on Thursday was to communicate with an animal we feared. I didn’t have an animal I really felt fearful so I just sat still and open to whoever came.

A black wolf came.

It was dark at night and I got on the bed. The black wolf sat next to me and said he was lonely. I said I didn’t like him eating rabbits because I loved rabbits and I had one before. The wolf sighed and said he didn’t like eating rabbits, it’s only because wolves ate rabbits. “People don’t understand me,” he said. Then he asked, “come and play with me.”

So we went out to play.

He led me to the rolling fields of Berkshires. We hopped and tumbled and ran around in the tall grass. The moon was up and shining bright. My horse came and joined us and let the wolf and me ride on her back. She cantered us to the grandfather tree. The wolf said under the grandfather three was where he would sit to sing to the moon when he was lonely.

We played and played.

When the time came to depart I told the wolf, “come anytime when you want to play.” The wolf told me, “learn what you don’t know and then you will be on your own.”

The Grandfather Tree - Photography by Maria Yu