My body is a chalice of transformation
Week 5 of the Calendar Year
Journal 16 November 2025
My body is the chalice in which I am reborn in spirit, in which my inner transformation is occurring, and it's the only place that it can occur. The cup is a living symbol for a living process. The cup symbolises both the container of the process and the process. All living symbols operate the same way: they are living symbols of the living process of awakening to our inner divinity. There is no other route for the living process to unfold – other than in the living embodiment of who we are. It occurs within and under the guidance of a constellation of symbols, spirit guides, spirit animals, Mother Nature, other humans and God. God initiates the process from the very beginning and keeps it in motion and is also the end point of the transformed deified individual. God is the process of transformation, what is being transformed, and the outcome. God is the container and what happens in the container. The philosopher’s stone both transforms and is transformed.
I am a living symbol, a sacred hieroglyph of love born out of love in the beginning. My body is a chalice in which sacred transformation of matter to spirit is occurring. I belong most beautifully to the kaleidoscope of creation. I was in the beginning, am now, and ever shall be. How long I wandered in darkness and confusion, ignored the light, failed to remember, desecrated the temple, and still the light shone. Until almost on the last day, I heard the call, saw the light, and began to re-experience myself as a hieroglyph of love, a living light in the Living Light. It has taken me ten years to understand it thus far. By endless grace, patience and love, I am coming to understand that the light lives in me, and I am the light. That the light lives in you, and you are the light. We are all One. As soon as I release my grip on my finite human identity, on my name, my body, my small life, I dissolve into the light itself. I take my place in the kaleidoscope. I join the circles of holy beings and know my belonging there for the first time. I have been here all along. I entered flesh and forgetting with the single task of remembering. By grace, I remember now.
Image: The Cosmic Egg, Peter Fich Christiansen
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