In the so-called past, I wrote Prayers to the Godbeing. Two years later, I wrote a commentary for each prayer so that one might consult them as an oracle. I have used them in that way for many years. Both the prayers and the commentaries are online as The Fire of Life Oracle.
Use of them has staggered my consciousness into unfathomable spaces of spirit. Imagine treading water alone in a vast ocean and deciding you don’t want to return to land. Every time I use them, I come into that space. Nevertheless, I am still here.
These prayers are voices. From deep within the ocean, one can hear the voices as they engage the human condition from within the infinite spirit, one knowing molecule at a time. These voices are why I use the term “quantum” when I discuss the infinite spirit. They are living, knowing pieces of existence engaging the reality of the space they exist in, or as, along with the human consciousness which touches them. When I touch the space of one of these voices, I know it and it knows me.
The word “quantum” means a particle or a discrete piece of something. It also urges us into contemplation of the infinite space within which particle physics operates.
In this past week, two people I have known have died. I wasn’t close to them, but as these two human souls were passing on, my beloved Rachel was in the hospital for two weeks undergoing surgery, which was scheduled for two hours and lasted five, leaving me in the waiting room watching a monitor filled with color codes, contemplating whether the inevitable had arrived. It hadn’t. She is home recovering nicely.
Without claiming that I know what happens at death, I can offer two viewpoints: one, every death is cosmic, a projected arc created by the unique living of one individual into some other dimension of the infinite spirit; two, love and death cannot be separated into distinct realities.
All dimensions of existence are present in each personal life, including the empty space with all the quantum beings and worlds within it. Everything is available within the folds of grace and personal choosing.
Those of us who have chosen meditation, prayer, chanting the names of God, or any other form of worship, have invited spirit to align our personal lives with the divine arc which we are on. I shot my arrow into the sky . . .
When I asked the Fire of Life Oracle about transmitting Sunpoint healing energies to Rachel, I came up with Prayer 20. I have come upon this prayer many times over the years. Perhaps this prayer is my arc into the infinite. Reading it feels like swimming to the bottom of the ocean. Unlike many arcs out into the unknown, this one enters spirit directly at the quantum level. See the movie The Incredible Shrinking Man and you will know something no words could explain.
Prayer 20 is about the infinite spirit touching one’s personal being. It feels personal because touching you makes it personal, but it always carries you beyond the personal question that brought you there, in this case my question about sending Sunpoint healing energies to Rachel. The verses of Prayer 20 are the waves of spirit touching the heart. The commentary, printed below, is the arc left by spirit in the heart for passage beyond. Notice the ocean in this arc, feel the embrace of love and death:
This prayer is a preparation for experiencing love without the protective veils of life around it. Its passion arises out of the realization that all human love is illusory, even the most intimate and enduring unions. In their confrontation with that truth, the mind and heart suffer the deepest disillusionment, for which there can be no preparation. How can love not be the one salvation within a world that is permeated with darkness? If you are ready to surrender the palliatives that most spiritual teachings offer, you will be able to stand eye-to-eye with the one living truth. How you respond to this loss of illusion is the very redemption of human life, even as the veils that define human life are shed.
Your passage into the inner reaches of the heart, once the veil has been irrevocably torn, may be perilous, and you may even want to forgo the journey. There is, however, no way out, for you as a human being are not the master of your fate. Only the living grace will accompany you into the heart regions from where there is no return. That which is undeniable and acting out of its own necessity will ask of you more than what you as a human being can offer. The depth of surrender is unfathomable.
This is a private calling. You travel the path alone. The enduring values of the race, including those of hearth and home and mother and child, play no role here. As you turn your back on what is most sacred in the human condition, you will have nothing to go on but that which always remains unseen, and there is no “other” in whose lap you can lay your head. You are the veil which love wraps around itself; you are the illusion who must face the truth.