‘And the fire and the rose are one.’

— T.S. Eliot

Week 51 of the Calendar Year

Advent week 4

My body is a chalice, my mind a fire, and my heart a blossoming rose. The transformation about which I write endlessly is happening in me, to me, through me. I offer witness to the tumult, the fire, the blaze of joy, and the depths of despair. I write in the new language formed of sparks that leap from the fire. I am the chalice and the fire that burns within it. What other story do I have to tell but this one? Life transforming in me. Me transforming in Life. Humanity is becoming divine. Our divinity is being revealed as an unexpected gift that lay hidden until this moment in time.   

We are at the end of one era, and awaiting the birth of the new. The labouring mother in Palestine and the midwife coaxing new life out of her. The divine child, the son of Light, emerges as the dawning of our divinity. A new age heralded long ago, as far back as the Jewish prophets who prophesied Jesus, who in turn confirmed that the prophecies were realised in him. He told us all to die to this world and to be reborn in spirit. When he said ‘Do this in memory of me.’ He didn’t mean for us go to Mass once a week as memorial of the Last Supper. He meant that we should give birth to love in our own being, that we should live and die to our small self, and be resurrected into our divinity.

Here we are at the depth of midwinter, awaiting the sun to rise on a brand new day. We are awaiting the birth of a divine light to shine its rays of beauty and to show us the way home. If we look we will see and if we listen we will hear the dawning of the new age of Love.

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