loveandpower

This moves me to my core!  This is what we've been saying.  It's not a metaphor.  We are made of stars.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XGK84Poeynk&feature=player_embedded

Self-Reflective, Self-Perpetuating, Self-Creating, Self-Sustaining Mother of All, 
 Grant us Wisdom as we gaze upon your countenance
Radical-Fractal-Maddening-Mirroring-Mistress of all that Is Was and is Yet to be,
Be Gentle with us as we recognize your vast Mystery

Go here:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kgPRuYjkkpU&feature=related

What does this mean for human consciousness? Think about it.  It wasn't that long ago (perhaps several hundred years) that a person could not know what they really looked like.  We didn't have mirrors.  We might get a foggy reflection in water or a shiney surface.  We would have an idea of our own face by looking at the faces of our family and relatives.  What did it do to us when we could see our own faces?  I'm sure if I looked hard enough I could find a paper written by an historical anthropologist or sociologist that would explain.

My parents' generation--the parents of the baby boom--couldn't know themselves beyond their roles in society and family life.  The pursuit of personal awareness was perceived as dangerous, self-indulgent and even insane.  Yet, they conceived and bore a generation of human beings hell-bent on self awareness.  What did it do, and what is it continuing to do  to us to see our own selves? 

Then, a few years after I was born, we were able for the first time ever to see images of our Earth from outside the Earth herself.  Our awareness of our home--the beautiful blue-green marble turning regally in the silence of space has changed the ways we think about and care for her, as well as how we see ourselves.

In my lifetime we have identified DNA.  What does it do to us to know ourselves as microscopically encoded in something our eye cannot perceive?

Now, we can look at our galaxy from outside of it.  In fact, we can view the "local group" of galaxies where we are located from deep space and contemplate the Milky Way with its spiralling arms is one amid bijillions of bijillions of galaxies like our own.

What will these images do to us?  How will we behave knowing our place in the vastness of Her body?We pray each day, ten thousand times, to "know myself in all my parts."   And we see how vast and how small we truly are.   What fruit does this knowledge bear?

I hope it is dark and juicy and sweet.  I hope it is dripping with compasssion and tangy with truth and salted with 4 trillion impossible paradoxes as it feeds the consciousness of humanity which seems to have developed more rapidly in the past 60 years than for eons beforehand.

. . . .and one of the Eves hands the perfectly ripened fruit to one of the Adams and he takes of it and eats. . . .  and we pray to one of the Virgin Mothers saying, "Blessed is the fruit of your womb" . . . . and one of the Christed Ones says the Words, "Here,  take this and eat, for this is my body, the body of God"   . . .. and one of the Beloved Ones speaks mad poetry about drinking wine with the Beloved and falling down drunk with Knowing . . . and one of the Buddhas speaks of the consummation of Silence . . . . and the Vodoun place ripened fruit upon the altars as they dance inside the circle of pounding drums . . . .and the dervishes whirl like the churning galaxies . . . . and the scientists peer through lenses looking far and close to taste her fractile creation . . . . and one of the Fey pull us to them whispering of Islands of apples and silver wheels . . . and one of the Witches turns her body, the body of God and kisses berry red lips of another in the unending Spiral Dance . . .and it is all a feast . . . and ten thousand tables are set in every city . . . . and each table overflows with the fruit of knowledge grown to sate the hunger in the body of a god . . . .and each of us is one of the Bodies . . . . and I pray this night,  let the hunger be sated.  Finally.  And Once.  And for All.