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Show sfrk I believed that her pain was making the same inexorable journey into consciousness that my own was taking. Although her pain was primarily physical and mine primarilty psychological, the parallels were c l e a r . Somehow we had both been cut off from the feeling of v i r t u e that goes with having a womb, of being diwoman. In the course of my yoga meditations, I had found something validating in my own physical and psychological processes, a kind of magnetism to light which was exempted from doctrine and dogma. In my body I found the cost of each broken commandment. I saw the scars of consciousness, the pockets of darkness in my body - this from stealing, this from bearing false witness, this from taking the Lord's name in vain. I realized that it would take longer for Him to hear me when I called, for I had said His name without meaning, had not given credulity to the vibration of Deity. I had not given more than humanistic meaning to the traffic of light and sound emanating from poetry and music, which is really our praise to God. Even my physical functions, the workings of a temple on earth, had been something less than a dance until last night when I realized that each step taken is a dance to Elohim, when I discovered that each facet of human consciousness is composed with words - of words issued long before my own mind was formed. Words had conceived dreams, had incipiated planets and stars and People. Only words had translated one body into another Plane of consciousness. Words had spanned the arc from °ne to the Other, had become Light and Life and Love. Words reigned and so I chose them carefully as I spoke |
