Refills

I really shouldn’t have noticed him. We had just sat down for St. Valentine’s Day dinner at P.J. Chang’s – a Chinese restaurant with social aspirations. We’d managed to get a booth minutes before dozen’s of other couple’s swamped the place, and my attention belonged to my companion.

We’d just gotten settled, and I was trying to decide between Wonton Soup and Almond Chicken, when a hostess led in a thirty-something young man. She sat him at a table for four near the window, directly in front of me, and darted off. He looked a bit like a skinhead – baggy black pants, no trace of hair – but didn’t have the vibe. He felt more like a mid-level housing construction manager who was worried about being laid off.

We placed our orders and continued a wide ranging conversation. He ordered a margarita and waited.

We were picking over the remnants, and he was on his second refill, when his companions arrived – his wife and two daughters. Hugs and kisses all around gave all the indications of a happy family. Then she took the three year old to the bathroom. He picked up and cuddled the two year old, and, still holding his daughter, took another sip from his drink.

The pattern of alcohol abuse leaped into my awareness, and I moved into my heart. Firmly seated there, I reached out, felt his aura, and found it. It was early days yet, when the attempts at self-medication still brought the appearance of relief without disrupting one’s life. Obvious problems might be years, decades away.

From the heart I aligned upward, through the crown center, with the great Angel of Recovery. Calling on that Angel for assistance, I invoked Her light into the heart, and radiated it out to surround the aura of the entire family.

Then I breathed the Light of Recovery – in and out, in and out, in and out.

When that radiant field of healing light was clear and glowing, I drew a line of light from it directly to the Angel of Recovery.

She would be there, waiting, if and when they needed Her.

Namaste,

Glen Knape

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Leaping the Stream

I was standing on a boulder, surrounded by an icy stream.

It had been quite a long time since I’d found myself in that position. My alignment with the energy of balance had helped me reach that point, stepping from one precarious perch to the next, but now I needed something more.

Ahead were two smaller stones, close enough to step down to. But continuing beyond them would require a leap to a medium size rock, and I’d just realized that my body no longer had the muscle memory for such a leap. It had been so long since I’d done such a thing, that it did not know if it could.

That one leap would be difficult enough, but that was not all. Reaching the next stone, diagonally to the left, would also require a leap, and the one beyond that, and the one beyond that. Four leaps, all to rocks too small to stop on.

I’d have to do them in one movement, without pausing or missing.

I visualized the series of motions, took a deep breath, and focused in the ajna center (in front of the forehead and between the brows). There I integrated my persona (body, emotions, and mind) into a single unit by identifying each as part of the larger whole.

Then I drew a line of golden-white light upward, from the integrated persona, to the higher self or Soul.

With the connection made, I called on the will of the Soul, and gave that will to my integrated persona, as the motivating impulse to move quickly and accurately through the motions.

I felt my body respond, took another deep breath, held the pattern in my mind’s eye, and moved. I stepped down with my right foot, then left, leaped off my left onto my right, off my right to my left, leaped again, and again, and landed on the sandy bank.

Still holding the alignment, I turned and extended it to my less experienced companion – now standing on my former place – and began describing how to make the leap.

Namaste,

Glen

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Magical Studies

I was walking past the “Magical Studies” section when a book caught my eye. Sky blue, with a title the color of drying blood, I paused to read the cover.

A young woman standing three feet away started, and jerked a glance at me. She was twenty-something, wearing a fuzzy white sweater and matching knit cap against the winter cold. I wasn’t really close enough to justify such a reaction. Yet, she was frightened by the smallish, gray-bearded older man standing nearby, staring at the shelves.

As she hurried away I realized that I recognized the frequency and character of her response. At some time in her short life she’d been sexually molested.

The protective instincts of the male animal quickened, as well as my nurturing side. I took a breath, and moved into the still, quite place in the center of the heart.

The images, sounds and smells of the bookstore disappeared as I gathered that stillness around me.

From the midst of that stillness, I called on the great Deva of Healing and directed some of its light to the young woman – bathing her aura.

The healing energy was repelled, by murky-red tears in her aura around her abdomen.

Remaining in the stillness in the heart, I persisted, called on the Deva of Feminine Power, and bathed the murky-red tears with Her power.

The tears shifted, allowing the healing light to reach her aura, and I withdrew. The angels of healing and of feminine power had been accepted, and my work was done.

Moving out of that stillness, and back into the world, I found myself gazing at the 20th Anniversary Edition of Many Lives, Many Masters, by Brian L. Weiss, M.D., a breakthrough book on past life therapy.

I twisted the Freemason’s ring on my finger as I looked over the other titles. Then I headed toward the cash register.

On the way, I passed the young woman gazing at Twilight, and the other romance novels by Stephenie Meyer.

Salad of Life

The turkey burgers were beginning to sizzle as I gathered the salad fixings –lettuce, cucumber, tomato, carrots, avocados, and nuts. When everything was at hand, I focused in the heart, and identified as the soul in the world.

I directed a line of light upward, through the top of my head, to the one planetary life. Then I shredded the lettuce and placed it in the large salad bowl.

I held that alignment steady, and peeled the cucumber. My joy in the familiar task grew as the peelings plopped into the compost bin.

With the contact with the one life clear and firm, I drew its light downward into my heart as I sliced the cucumber.

With the light in the heart, I radiated it outward to my hands, and through my hands and into the tomato as I cut it into red bits.

With the flow holding steady, I radiated the light into every portion of the salad as I prepared it – carrots, avocados, and nuts.

The joy continued and built, and infused the meal – salad, burgers and rice – as I worked.

When all was ready, I called the family to dinner.

Namaste,

Glen

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