Tomorrow is the autumnal equinox, the time when the hours
of the day will be equal to the hours of the night. The enormous swelling and growth of the Earth
has now tapered off, and soon it will all wither away and die as if it had
never been. Soon there will be blessed
sleep. And what is happening right now?
Well, unlike mankind, the Earth does not plant in the Spring. She plants in the Fall. She does this every year without fail. Perhaps we could take a lesson from her. Right now she is busy tirelessly planting and
planting her seeds. Everywhere you look,
the seeds from flowers and trees and meadow foods are being distributed far and
wide. They will fall to the Earth, and
the falling leaves will soon bury them.
Some will be blown away by the wind to settle elsewhere, and others will
be carried away by birds who will eat them and then excrete them in a new area.
But the planting is happening NOW, not in the spring. And why is this? Because now is the best time to plan for the
next round of living. Now is the time
for the great darkness, when the seeds (and the plans) go into the ground. Now is the time for death because all things
must die before they can live. Did you
think it was the other way around? I can
assure you, it is not. Death comes first—then
comes life.
So into the ground they go, and then the season of death
comes and everything is frozen solid. Life
is in a state of suspended animation. All
semblance of what constitutes life has disappeared, and there is a great frozen
void that causes much sorrow and anguish for the creatures of the forest. But within this frozen abyss lies a great
secret. You see, there are tiny sparks
of life hidden throughout the void. We call
them seeds, but we know what they really are.
They are the Divine spark.
So like the Earth, if you would create something new for
yourself in the future, NOW is the time to plant your thoughts. NOW is the time to make your plans, and then
into the abyss they will go whether you want them to or not. Everything will seem to go wrong. You will cry and feel that surely all is
lost. You will lose all hope. You will wander from room to room wondering what
happened to your life. All the while, though,
the sparks are hidden, but you will forget all about them. Surely, nothing could survive the void in
your heart, nothing could survive your winter of defeat.
And just when you are certain your world will be locked
in a season of death only, the Light speaks and the sparks reply. Suddenly, what you have planted begins to
grow. It is small and delicate at first—a
wisp, a dream. But it grows hard and
fast—just like the seeds of the Earth do in the Spring when she is ready again
after a long and cold winter. Then without
notice, you are showered with life and growth.
Whatever you have planted—IF you have planted—now grows into spectacular
abundance, and you will be overwhelmed with abundance to the point of shock.
But do not worry. Everything
will die again because it has to. Everything
must change and die. This is how the
world works. This is the pattern. Sowing and reaping, sleeping and waking,
dying and living. Now you have a key,
should you chose to unlock a door.
