Holy Friday

//Holy Friday

Holy Friday

Image by: Autumn Skye Morrison

And whilst the pain split my being into two… whilst my roundness split and turned into edges creating geometries… it too split the day into two and the night and day were created…
It was born… duality… at the most innermost… touching the core of the nature of my femininity… I found myself in the midst of the tides of its qualities…

From anger to piety… from extreme pride to humbleness… from blame to forgiveness…
From extreme suffering… to refined love… and the grace awaiting…
So I went incessantly from the pain of one… to the pain of two… and the one of many…
With every strip of his flesh torn… a strip of my soul and the soul of humanity naked…
All my life I had prepared myself and was trained for this day…
All my life had brought me to this very moment where I too had to die… now it seemed I could not take it…

And whilst the wisdom in me and my soul knew what was to come… to be done… and be walked…
This time my whole being was on my knees before myself and before destiny asking for mercy… asking the only question arising… in what was left of my personality…
Was I from now on to be separated from my angel of compassion?
Oh Would we recognized each other again on the other side of what was is about to happen ?
Would this transformation… the passing… the crossing of this gate that just opened… set an abyss of eons between us?

I was taken by the seconds that searched within me… and spread like ages…
Like a mad lioness protecting her equal but now turned into a dove on the jaws of destiny…
My sight going from Him to the woman who gave birth to Him… to his beloved people and the earth bellow me…
At the mercy of a thousand voices shouting whilst at the same time looking for the only possible refuge of inner silence…
Not daring yet to raise my eyes to all above me…
Not able to stop the stream of tears of my inmost Mother Nature…

(And then I saw it … all of them… all my fears meeting with me at last …
In one of their most treachery outfits … (trying to ground me within my proud rightousness)… but I recognized them … and my heart took a step back from where the centrifugate force was leading my whole being… together with the direction of my tempting thoughts … and I let them past through me … like a huracan and I held strong in the midst of my only land … my God and my Heart…)

The quality… the purity… reached from years of practice… (Took hold of me if I dont use the lines before)
The moment of true realization… the truth that only by the ultimate initiation may be granted…
And then when thunder itself broke into two… tearing what was left standing inside of me…
It came the peace… like emptiness… the one that is left after the tempest or any battle…

Only with the wisdom of the one who has ears to hear and eyes to see…
And the knowing of what is changed only by what death in all its forms touches…
Replacing what it is never to be the same… forever shifted in its reality…
Something more died at the crucifixion than the virginity of a love that is equally met and the possibilities of the exquisite of the love of two walking avatars…
That day it died any chance of turning back from love ever again…
that day became the point of no return from forgetfulness for all humanity…

I can write a hundred versions of all the layers of what went on that day from so many densities and levels of understanding… and none will suffice to make my task complete…
Let’s say that this single event stir the whole Earth and reached through the whole of the Heavens…
Let’s say that the universe stood still on its voyage for a second… and I still can’t find the right words or explained the scale of what happened…
But I can say this…
In that moment that the sky turned its darkest and tore heaven and earth apart in (the sorrow of ) its aphelion …we reached the farthest there is into the winter solstice peak of our humanity…
When for a second …the only light that could turn all of them on …went out… in that moment whilst I opened my self to the sun of suns in acknowledgment…
I felt a thousand little light particles exploding (bursting open )… on his chest now joined with mine … now one in unison… on his last breath before his destiny… my true first one…

And our essence… our seed… our spiritual offspring was spread among the present… taking the form of a mustard seed in the hearts of the ones present… nothing was lost… all creation was saved …all our memories…
One hand in my heart touching our spiritual lineage …the other in my womb in the recognition of our earthly one …One and the same … Envisioning the time when both reunite and there is no telling them apart…( Uniting every heart through a golden thread )
And I knew that… with the certainty of one who is already at the other side… Too far to turn back… The one that has understood that there is no real choice… but the only One…

No more split …no more separation… nor in love nor in the understanding…
And then it hit me the total realization…
For whatever was reached and loved was untouchable …uncrucified and forever safe …without the chance of any suffering touching it… Or my beautiful and pure love ending… (because it was eternal)
In that moment were my eyes set and met in Heaven…
My heart rooted deeply on the Earth bellow me… and the embrace of my arms on the present …the only land where the heart breathes…
And the wings of my soul reached through time… spreading themselves on its graceful movement… after me and before me …through the ages…
(bringing) With Only the beautiful promise of forgiveness …of Unity… of redemption…

And his beautiful Word on my lips … “All is done… all is fulfilled”…

It was the quality of this realization that spread like a legion of angels surrounding us… lifting us… above all the madness that really never took place…
As in that moment it lost its kingdom… It lost any strength I front of the reality that only the ultimate truth can unveiled…

The feminine Christ Witness MM

Note: 

Holy Easter is a time when the collective consciousness is focused on the figure of Christ and the Crucifixion. During this time, it is not rare that I have dreams surrounding the events of the crucifixion, or of Jesus.This time, I did not dream, but in the early morning after awakening from the dream state, it all came as an inspiration, and this time it was not Jesus but Mary Magdalene who permeated my thoughts. I couldn´t stop writing. This happened again on the next day, holy Friday.

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