Deborah Jones
Nine Gates Mystery School
When imagining the upcoming gathering in Arlington, VA, my inner vision filled with sound… first the sound of the Tone struck the day the IONS Conference was conceived. I heard the rustle of waking ones, with ears tuned to hear, moving toward the beckoning. The rustling soon gave way to a rhythm, to the Waking Ones’ collective mantra. I heard clearly, in many languages, thousands of voices chanting the following:
My Life is my witness.
My Life sees both the light and shadow,
and weaves a complex melody,
Sung quietly in the still of a lonely night
And loudly with the sound of each new born’s first in-breath.
This witness loves my soul’s yearnings –
Sometimes desirous of wonder, other times just wanting;
A witness willing to reflect truth, if only I’m strong enough to
Lift the eternal mirror.
My Life is my testimony.
My Life tells not what my mind thinks about transformation,
But rather what my Spirit directs this body to do –
What my Spirit whispers softly to the cells of this form
About my essential willingness to be the very hands of
The Mighty Force that, when combined with my own,
Shapes this Universe.
My Life is the fullest spectrum of possibility.
Only I can take away from, or contribute to, the depths of its quality.
Each color, each sound, in a world of duality, can be brilliant or dull.
This Life is the artist.
This Life is the unifier.
This Life is the healer of us all.
I am expressing my Essence completely
Through this Life.
Such a mantra, put into action one person at a time, will undoubtedly result in essential shifts for personal, social and global transformation. If one can… all can!
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