ON A STAIRWAY
that is aware of the transcendent power it liberates,
rises to the seventh Heaven.
From all over, people come here to listen and see the happenings.
Under a cloudless blue summer sky, children form a group under the guidance of a young tutrix. No one seems to be interested in them. They are standing on a landing between two flights of steps on a long, spacious stairway. The group is dancing and laughing. The tutrix is dancing too. She marks the rhythm with a tambourine. The children are wearing faded linen clothes that are ankle-length and cinched at the waist. The tutrix is dressed in a white linen tunic down to her feet clad in leather sandals. A scarf covers her long hair.
In this woman's understanding, dance allows emotions to be channelled and expressed through bodily movement without recourse to words. In her view, the most natural and spontaneous way to release joy comes through dance. The souls of all these beings are warm and sparkling, like those of so many other humans. There is a contrast, however, in the fact that the radiant translucence of a vast array of souls who decide to dwell on Earth in human bodies they choose of their own free will, is hidden behind the multiple opaque layers of anguish and the darkness that stems from it.
This woman possesses a wealth of knowledge geared towards compassion, strengthening the vital force and reducing the limitations of the mind, but she is forbidden to divulge this knowledge to adults. She suffers from it to the point of having recurrent, acute and prolonged migraines. However, she has learnt not to transfer any power to this pain, so that taking care of other people's children and educating them gives her a feeling of being in her place for a few reasons, one of which is a remarkably therapeutic contact that her intuition portrays in her future.
Further on, beyond a rectangle, there is another stairway on which, for the past few days, someone has been talking to those who take the time to stop and listen. It's a man. He's too far away for the tutrix so that she is not able to distinguish what he's talking about, but she recognises that his voice is at once soothing, firm and clear. At the moment, he's in the same place on this other stairway, at the top of which there are tall columns, and seems to be about to suspend what he had to say. In fact, she cannot hear him any more.
Suddenly, the tutrix sees him heading down towards the stairway where, at that very moment, she and her pupils have stopped dancing. The man climbs the stairs and approaches the group. He senses the iridescent brilliance of the children's auras and recognises them all. Like the tutrix, he knows that these little beings gathered here, are vessels receiving the knowledge that this woman is transferring to them by adapting it to their level. As adults, some of them will remember how and why it is possible for them to draw on this knowledge. But even without it, a ray of their indestructible energy from the dance of the joy to be alive will pass through the mirrors of time. This ray will reach a feather filled with an indelible ink that will pour through the written words so that they can be read an eternity later by the eyes of every single soul open to the invitation to learn how to read differently.
Now the man goes to meet the woman and stops right in front of her, whose soul grasps the dimension of the event. She senses that this man's respect for her is unconditional. An indescribable clarity radiates from him, and the light that nourishes this expanding clarity embraces the light of the woman and her pupils, sublimating and invigorating it.
Strangely enough, the woman is not disturbed by this, because in the eyes of her soul, it is about a recognition that in itself is nothing unusual. She looks at the children. They sparkle and jostle to palpate the tunic the man is wearing. At the children's request, he kneels down and allows them to touch him. This is a moment of sharing and laughter. The woman knows that one day, the souls of these children will inhabit other human bodies that, as adults, will be luminous like the one of this man. Luminous for the eyes that know how to look. She knows that one day she will find that man's soul again. It will be another event that has already happened, where all the enchantments merge together in the centre of the thoracic space of the Universe, over which time has no hold.
Still kneeling, the man raises his head towards the face of the woman who has remained upright without moving and ... their gazes meet in a now ... this very now that ... expands. What she sees gives her a stellar vision of the communication between two spheres of the same consciousness, to whom a local physical and mental world confined by its own heartless limitations and judgements is striving to impose its blindness.
Man succeeds in identifying and recognising the same nature of the challenge that he and this woman are learning to take up here on earth. The entire universe becomes radiant with whiteness, in which the shapes and their contours are diluted. The same comprehension sets in, a breath of ineffable translucence permeates everything and the oppressive stranglehold of prohibitions loosens and disappears, transforming itself into two identical keys. This is care. The man looks into the woman's eyes for a few additional moments, her soul once again condenses in her body, and notices that the headache has left her for ever. The man waves to the tutrix and her pupils, goes down the stairs and walks away.
The crowds that turned out knew nothing of what had actually happened.
liberates a myriad of heavenly fragrances to offer Herself
to the New Humans who take care of Her.
Irénée Sikora
SUR UN ESCALIER
de la transcendante puissance que ce parfum libère,
monte jusqu'au septième Ciel.
Des gens accourent de partout pour écouter et voir ce qui se passe.
Sous un ciel estival bleu sans nuages, des enfants forment un groupe sous la tutelle d'une jeune animatrice. Personne ne semble s'intéresser à eux. Ils se trouvent sur un palier entre deux volées de marches d'un escalier spacieux et long. Le groupe est en train de danser en riant. L'animatrice danse aussi. Elle marque le rythme avec un tambourin. Les enfants portent des vêtements de lin délavés amples jusqu'aux chevilles et cintrés à la taille. L'animatrice est habillée d'une tunique de lin blanc jusqu'aux pieds chaussés de sandales en cuir. Un foulard couvre ses cheveux longs.
Dans la compréhension de cette femme, la danse permet aux émotions de les canaliser et de les exprimer en mouvements corporels sans recourir à la parole. À ses yeux, la façon la plus naturelle et spontanée de libérer la joie est la danse. Les âmes de tous ces êtres sont chaleureuses et scintillantes comme celles de tant d'autres humains. Il existe toutefois un contraste qui réside dans le fait que la radieuse translucidité d'un grand nombre d'âmes qui décident de séjourner sur Terre dans des corps humains qu'elles choisissent de leur plein gré, est dissimulée derrière les multiples couches opaques de l'angoisse et de l'obscurité qui en provient.
Cette femme détient un grand savoir orienté vers la compassion, le renforcement de la force vitale et l'atténuation des limitations du mental. C'est un savoir qu'elle a l'interdiction de divulguer aux adultes. Elle en souffre au point à en subir des migraines récurrentes, aiguës et prolongées. Mais elle a appris à ne transférer aucun pouvoir à cette douleur de sorte que prendre soin des enfants des tiers et les éduquer lui procure une sensation d'être à sa place pour quelques raisons dont celle d'un contact thérapeutique remarquable que son intuition lui profile dans son avenir.
Plus loin, au-delà d'un rectangle, il se trouve un autre escalier sur lequel, depuis quelques jours, quelqu'un parle à ceux et à celles qui prennent leur temps pour s'arrêter et l'écouter. C'est un homme. Il est trop loin pour que l'animatrice puisse discerner de quoi il parle, mais elle reconnaît que sa voix est à la fois apaisante, ferme et claire. En ce moment, il est au même endroit sur cet autre escalier au sommet duquel il y a de hautes colonnes et semble sur le point de suspendre ce qu'il avait à dire. En effet, elle ne l'entend plus.
Tout à coup, l'animatrice le voit se diriger par en bas vers l'escalier où, à cet instant même, elle et ses élèves arrêtent de danser. L'homme grimpe l'escalier et s'approche du groupe. Il perçoit la brillance irisée des auras de ces enfants et la comprend. Comme l'animatrice, il sait que ces petits êtres rassemblés ici sont des vaisseaux accueillant le savoir que cette femme leur transfère en l'adaptant pour leur niveau. Devenus adultes, certains d'entre eux se souviendront comment et pourquoi il leur est possible de puiser dans cette connaissance. Mais même sans cela, un rayon de leur indestructible énergie de la danse de joie de vivre traversera les miroirs du temps. Ce rayon atteindra une plume emplie d'une encre indélébile qui se déversera à travers les mots écrits pour qu'ils soient lus une éternité plus tard par les yeux de toute âme ouverte à l'invitation à apprendre à lire différemment.
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