The Purification of Our Spiritual Awareness

Clear water flows forth,
From sky to ground, it runs free
To meet the great sea.

One of my earliest childhood memories is collecting rocks. I remember digging in the backyard with my small garden shovel and finding tiny pieces of quartz. I would carefully wash their surface in a bucket of water, rub away the dirt and sediment, and dry them until they glowed. My favorite pieces were ivory white with a soft amber cast. They were my lucky stones, and I used to fill my pockets with them and carry them around. In my hands they felt smooth and round, polished by eons of time.

When I was a little older, I used to explore along a small creek. One bank was grassy and lined with trees, but the other side was a sheer wall of rock. It was a treasure spot for fossils. Mostly I found imprints of shells, but occasionally I found the remnants of a fern or an insect. When I held these simple pieces in my palm, they felt warm and alive. Hidden deep within each of their molecules contained the story of where they had been and what they had seen.

In my first science class in elementary school, we had a lesson on the classification of the universe. We were each given a list of words, which we had to label as living or nonliving. And there on my paper was the word, rock. I quickly and confidently categorized it as a living thing. After all, I had witnessed with my own eyes the bright green and gold energy fields shimmering from the surface of all the rocks I had held in my earliest years. When my teacher marked this answer wrong, I was astonished. I faced down the odd stares of my classmates and vigorously argued my case, but to no avail. Rocks are nonliving. It is an indisputable fact - end of discussion.

We live amidst a cacophony of explanations and expectations from our parents and teachers, who want us to think and act according to the mores of our society as a whole. We seek their approval and hold tightly to the values of the status quo. We chase their dreams only to find ourselves feeling empty and alone at the end of the day. We forget that each of us has an inner voice, which is not afraid to say yes, go for it, be happy, discover your own way. In reality our goals should motivate us and eventually lead to our personal happiness. So the question remains. How do we filter out all the noise from external pressures and remain true to our inner voice?

We have a great spring on our property. Unlike the fast, muddy run-off that is unfit to drink, this water collects from rainwater along the hillside of our farm, runs along the contoured slope, and over time permeates through layers and layers of shale. The earth works like a massive filtering system. As the rainwater fills the minute air pockets, it reaches outward into the soil particles and slowly over time, percolates downward deep into the earth. Here it accumulates in a naturally shaped basin of rock and heavy clay. Once full, the spring overflows and meanders to a small, forested creek. Here giant, thirsty sugar maples grow along the muddy banks. Some of the water evaporates and is carried away by clouds. The surplus continues on its journey and eventually joins the sea.

The Tarot Card Reading works just like a spring. From the subtle currents of energy, which are emitted from each card, a message is formed. Embodying the four elements of Tarot, fire (wands) instructs us to create with unbridled passion; earth (pentacles) reveals the passageway to the manifestation of our destiny; air (swords) helps us to cut through the superfluous tangle of peripheral pressure and craft our own path; and finally, water (cups) guides us as we seek to embrace the realization of love and happiness. If you listen to the reading with an open mind, the words are like a stream that fills your heart. Each droplet removes impurities from your consciousness and brings clarity of vision. By incorporating the message of the Tarot reading into your daily life, your absolute presence becomes like pure spring water rushing upward, overflowing with goodness and well being, reaching outward and becoming a source of sustenance for all.


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