It begins with the heartbeat. I will not speculate here as to what
mysterious force sparks that beat, but it is enough to say that it occurs
unfailingly. From the dawn of our
existence in our current bodies, we have heard that rhythm. Bah-Tum,
bah-Tum, bah-Tum. It was the first
thing our conditioned consciousness acknowledged. Bah-Tum,
bah-Tum, bah-Tum. And in tandem and
recognition of otherness, we heard our mother’s heartbeat, ha-Shah, ha-Shah, ha-Shah, and we grew daily as we clung to the
sound.
Until we ventured forth into patterns. Each cell multiplied at a precise rate
calculated long before we ever came into our current existence, layering and
layering, all the while listening to the heartbeat, to the Bah-Tum, bah-Tum, bah-Tum, as it grew ever stronger. And the Great Alchemist placed His kiss upon
our forehead and hid the blueprint of our manifestation deep in our
subconscious, ours to call upon when needed.
In the beginning there was not light, there was
sound. There were waves that came in
specific patterns and washed over us much as they wash over the ocean still. And even the Light was subject to the Wave,
bowing in adoration before the hypnotic rhythm, ha-Shah, ha-Shah, ha-Shah, dancing in ecstasy as it traveled
through the Universe.
Until we burst forth into a Cycle that repeated and
repeated ad infinitum, adoring the Pattern who loved the Rhythm. And we breathed air in a rhythm, in a
pattern, in a cycle. Methodically breathing
in the Universe as it exhaled and then ourselves being breathed in by the
Universe as we exhaled and it inhaled. Back
and forth, sharing the rhythm. I am now
you, you are now me, ha-Shah, ha-Shah,
ha-Shah.
We witness it daily as we sail through our busy days, foolishly
unaware of the raw power shimmering around us.
The rhythm of the day, the sun rising and setting; the pattern of the
week, Monday through Sunday; the cycle of the seasons of the year. And then the Great Wheel turns yet again and
we begin anew. Comes now spring, then
summer, then fall, and finally winter.
Now birth, then growth, then fruit, and finally death.
He who has ears, let him hear. Take the seed of your desire and plant it in
the fertile field of your mind—like unto the mysterious force that sparked your
heartbeat—and bathe it in the waves of thought.
Water it daily with the rhythmic pulse of your blood, Bah-Tum, bah-Tum, bah-Tum. Then take secret pleasure in the pattern of
growth and the building of strength according to the sacred blueprint. Let it burst forth at last in the completed
cycle of manifestation in your life. I
AM. Then die, and do it all over again.
