The Path
by Linda Wichowski

Comfort it is deep within this complex of small and large chambers, each having a purpose and Gift for all who enter in. Walking along the path to the deep, and seemingly unknown reaches of this peaceful and Sacred of places. the path turns and winds it's way deeper and though there are no torches for light the walls themselves glow a shimmery silver and gold to light my foot falls.

I hear Music the Music of the silvery and gold light, which glows brighter with every step the feeling is familiar to me my Heart feel solace and peace from it's trials . Deeper down the path the air is sweet and rich with the scent of Sweet grass ,Lavender ,and Roses . I smile and wonder who is to greet me here and now an Angel of Healing possibly an Angel of Peace , could be too, The Angels of Solitude with their gifts of Grace, and Love ,they are all here and more, yet not visible to the eyes. They are visible to the eyes of the Heart their voices speak to the ears of the Soul, bringing greetings and Blessings of Consolation and Great Joy, at the closing of one.

And the opening of others, the Door of the Chamber is bright with the Light of the Great Mystery, for the Names are many. Father , Great Mother Creator , I am that I am , names so sacred they are spoken in hushed tones and with great reverence and true humility, a gift treasured and little understood . We sit beside the Lake in this chamber of Light Wisdom and Love and speak of many things, the changing times the quickening of the days, the colors in the Autumn trees and the change in the sky from the golden tones of summer to the cooler blue tones of the Autumn and Winter skies.

We speak of little things the antics of the squirrel preparing for winter with his pantry full of the Black walnuts from the tree be hind my dwelling , we speak of the gentle purring of a cat as she lays curled comfortably warm and cozy in my lap, I ask if the Great Mystery has held a kitten or cat and felt it's comfort ,I see a smile, and hear "Yes Dear Child Always, when you hold a creation such as Our Cat, I feel the softness of the fur beneath your fingers, the sound of a purring cat as is brings comfort and pleasure, brings Pleasure, to Me, as well, We are together in all of this with all of you. To feel what you feel to see what you see, and yes those baked apples were a delight.

I pondered a moment and asked "Why ? You are the Creator the Mother and Father of All that is . Why would you lower yourself to this human state? I saw the room grow large and the Light Glow brighter and more loving that I thought possible. I laugh at my humanness and cherish it all the more . "Child, I have heard you ask for many things and I have heard you thank me for your Gifts and things that are happy in your life and though sometimes the answer is , No , or soon, many such things are taken in stride. When soon is Long you ask in innocence how many O's in soon, as the Angels Laugh for they know you ask not out of impatience but of patience. There is one thing that not many do and that is to be thankful for what has not gone well for them."

"I have heard tears of sorrow, and have felt your heart break for losses of all kinds, yet , you say 'Thank You for this Blessing', and somewhere a smile shines through as the Sun after a rain. Though there are many Blessings of Joy in your Life you choose to be thankful for the disappointments of life and jobs and promotions gone to others." I gaze in the Eyes of Purest Love and Wisdom to see the twinkle of Mischief as is to play with but not play on the way I choose to see things.

The One whose Voice is heard in the sound of thunder. The One who hears the beatings of the Butterfly's wings, know the answer I give, But wishes to hear it from a Child of the Heart of All that is." Would it be wise to be thankful for only that which makes us laugh and dance ? How can there be Light, without Dark? Summer without winter? All that is happy and god is wonderful, but without the hard times, the sadness the losses , Good things ca be taken for granted ,and though deserving of these gift. Sometimes we let ego raise its head a little to high and get a little too boastful. The hard times teach us humility and Honor, they are fertile fields waiting to be planted. I smile again and say "Thank you, for the not so good times, thank you for keeping those called home to your Heart, calling home those I loved. Thank you forth Aloneness and the loneliness. Yup, thank you for everything , the good the not so good and yes even turnips, which I never really liked but ate anyway." I hear Laughter of such Love and warmth. It would meet the poles if Creator had a mind to . I grow sleepy and curl up with a blanket of twinkling stars in the arms of Father ,Mother ,Friend .the last words I hear.

"Child of Light, Child of Love. Child of Wisdom. Child of the One.
Remember the lessons not spoken of here, when time grows shorter with the passing year.
To tend the Children both Young and Old,
To calm the fears of Winters Cold.
To Comfort and feed will be your task,
To all who fear and are in need.
Shelter warm and safe they seek,
Blessings for All who come and stay,
Prayers for those who tend to stray.
Be thankful for all that comes,
The Good the Fair and even Bad,
Have no regrets for the life once had,
Blessings await be Patient be Glad."

Blessed Be the Light, Blessed Be.


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