from 'THE JEWEL OF PARADOX:
THE COSMIC WHIRLPOOL
Awakened to the crashing sounds of a torrential roar, I
find myself in the binding grip of a gigantic whirlpool, extending out
around me as far as I can see. Also trapped in this universal downward
gyration is everything imaginable. Trees and elephants, houses and fish,
people and planets, all caught in this immense grasp, spun round and down
in this torrent.
At first, I'm awed by my consciousness opened to such a gigantic scale.
Then I'm intrigued and sarcastically amused by the comic universality
of helplessness. Then, finally, I'm left angered, enraged at being trapped,
helpless as a piece of flotsam in this plummeting scheme of things, sucked
down into this dark and threatening oblivion.
Other people beyond count whirl round with me. Most of them look placid.
They carry on their dailey lives able to ignore their emeshment in this
cosmic catastrophe, too taken with routine preoccupations to notice the
cataclysm going on around and to them. A few, a terribly few show some
awareness, some reaction --expressions of fear, confusion, some with excitement--
to this cosmic happening.
My own rage and personal affront magnify at such gneral apathy till my
body flexes back into a strong arch, my muscles surging with aliveness,
pulling me up and away from the passive flotsom of humanity, from the
down rush. As I make this gesture of defiance --body, will and soul--
I'm connected to an exalting rush of energy. It pours down me through
the crown of my head. Clearly transcending my own, I recognize a grace
of empowerment from beyond all this drama about me. I am freed from the
enslaving pull of the vortex, enabled to swim against the destroying tide,
back up towards selfhood and light.
As I brave the torrent, I recognize other beings around me likewise ascending,
many human, others not, also lifted through the rays of that grace. Wisdom
reveals that each of us, though we started our rebellion against the downward
tide to oblivion for our own personal, limited reasons and ways --anger,
fear, claustrophobia, heroism-- yet each of our idiosyncratic gestures
brought us into alignment with a higher purpose and calling. It takes
some while before I can clear of myself enough to discern that calling
is the Divine Impulse towards fullness of being. These strands of grace
weave us together in common calling, merge the higher levels of our souls,
bring our efforts into resonance and multiply their potency. I'm given
understanding that the interweaving of these luminescent cords form the
Wholelife Energy Bond.
This WEB of Light grows stronger as we strive upward, knitting us closer,
strengthening our bond. I grow aware of the multitudes of others, not
engaged in our struggles against the torrent, hanging onto us and the
WEB of Light simply in order to escape. First resentment, then compassion
if not pity for them comes. I understand with an awoken mind and a Source
merged heart this higher universal, purpose we are called to. Each of
us bears the gift and burden of our calling. Exaltation flows through
us to overcome this further test. Boddhisattvic consciousness illumines
I awake from the vision to find sheets of rain washing down my windows.
Perhaps that sound triggered this vision. But clearly, the cosmic torrent
still goes on, swirling down, every being and thing caught in its maws.
And we who are joined in the Call, still furiously fight up against that
tide, the God Urge urging us on.
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Copyright 2003 Gill Schwartz