“Mother, I am filled with your emptiness. You, oh fertile womb of all creation, Madonna, immaculate receptacle, have emptied this vessel. You have prepared this I am to receive the perfection of the Master’s sword. I, no longer am I. I am a waterfall of energy pouring into the world. I am the Eternal Genesis.”

These words poured from my heart as I stood before Home Tree today on my walk into the deep woods. I have called her Mother— Home Tree—since I first met her. She is magnificent. Her energy pulls me into her, like a black hole. Even now, with her winter barren branches, she is a very alive Whole. Often I make my way to her side simply to meet her presence with mine. The meeting is a deep connecting, a giving and receiving of divine blessing. Today was one of those days. What a walk it was.

When I walk, I let the energy of the forest direct my path. Many of the trees called out to me today. The giant fir, whose elegant branches reach the heavens, shared a different energy. It is the energy of the masculine, the Master’s sword. It brings life into clarity, into a purer manifestation. As I placed my hands gently, carefully upon its aged bark, I felt, as I often do, a download begin, a download of Prime Design.

Walking, walking, walking … a long slow walk today. Breathe in Earth, the forest, its greens and browns, the smell of composting leaves, the slippery mud. Breathe in the finite fatality of life here. Breathe in the lie. Breathe in the pain and grief, the heartbreak and loss, the story we have been sold that most all believe. Breathe in the beauty, the sheer ecstasy of living, of being in a body. Breathe in the movement, the tender sense of impermanence that imbues life with its precious scent. Breathe in the delicate dance, the improbable symphony of touch, the acute ability to experience, to love, to give love and feel love. Breathe in the gift.

Breathe out. Breathe out Here. Breathe out Now. Breathe out timelessness, deathless, infinite grace. Breathe out Communion. Breathe out Resurrection. Breathe out Heaven on Earth. Breathe out the new Reality, now born. Breathe out Remembrance. Breathe out God.

Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in.

It is all Here, Here in this precious Now, untouched by time and space, untouched by even the concept of separate self. Mother … I am filled with your emptiness. I am the empty vessel and that which fills it with Life.