The Crystal Ship

[PEREIRA IRVING PAUL]

To the ocean, i braved the heat, to wash the great crystal family. Before a stone table surrounded by young maidens in orange, i sat in contemplation before the waves. The Goddesses had called me to step out into the sun, to connect with the earth and so i heeded. With a bottle of water to wash my feet and a porcelain bowl to wash the clear quartz, rose quartz and amethyst gem, i stepped out into the sea. She greeted me with waves excited, splashing upon me in an aura of blessings. In the yellow golden light i watched the clear waters (of a green dirty sea) embrace the rocks of energy and healing. The sand grounds below like a multicolored city of sepia looked up at this giant peering into another world. When i was done with the three stones i washed the 5 smaller tumble stones. One for each element of fire, water, air, earth and spirit. Filling the bowl with the sea and stones i returned to the grassy path to meditate. Beyond the sound of laughing girls and crashing waves and singing winds, I descended into the ground of being, that place beyond space and time, that space beyond space, that no-thingness, that void from which all things are made manifest. The mind stilled in the Sun and i recall my time with Christ in the wilderness, when He spoke of the Neon sun that rises in the mind, when i saw the 6 headed tiger blooming like a flower, when i knew in the darkness that the occult vision of Christ was neon in scale. The weight in my head lifted, and the wilderness vanished, to return again at a more appropriate time when i would learn more from the master. I sat in the silence, letting consciousness breathe, the bowl of sea water before me, removing from the stones the harsh memories and lost hurts, the absent romances, the faded dreams. The water appeared murky now and so it was time to spill its work into the thirsty earth, like returning what was not whole to its womb/tomb. To rise again like Christ after cosmic rest. I washed my feet and rinsed the stones and kept the tools. Cleansed, reborn, i left the shores to the heated wind and returned to the watchtower in the east.