Quantum Angels

kathrynshakti@yahoo.com

Ok, so riding on the back of a touring bike for 900 miles, one has a lot of time to think. Here's what I was thinking about while riding from New York to Michigan: I believe in angels. I KNOW without a doubt (due to personal life experience) that they exist, and I don't care whether anyone agrees with this, or thinks I'm insane for believing this, so let's get on with this treatise.

Never having ridden on the back of a motorcycle before, I was seriously concerned with my mortality as I found myself flying past rigs at 75 mph on the highway while winds from all directions were acting as a battering ram on my body. Praying to my angels for protection, my mind drifted, and I wondered how it was possible that angels could hear the prayers or ministrations of everyone on the planet at the same time.

I believe in the idea of parallel realities: that I exist in an infinity of realities simultaneously. But, as far as I know, I am only able to be aware of one reality at a time. Or, is that true? I tried to break it down: how many realities can I be aware of at one time? I was aware of the physical reality whizzing past me: the cold wind, the smells, the sights, but I was also aware of my internal reality which was attempting to get inside the experience of the angels - a first for me. Usually, I ask them for help or guidance, but this was the first time I contemplated THEIR consciousness. (If I am contemplating their consciousness, does this bring me closer to them? Does this musing about them make me more like them? Am I possibly an "earth angel? Are there different "genres" of angels living on earth disguised as humans?


How is it that angels are able to be aware of all of us at the same time? And why do I assume that's true? Modern physics (quantum mechanics) says that if we were able to be conscious of all realities at the same time, we would know all there is to know. I have concluded that the angels must have this ability - to be conscious of all the possible realities simultaneously. HOW do they do it? And WHY are THEY able to do it, while I am unable to? What did they DO to RATE, to be 'worthy' of this superpower? Fred Alan Wolf says in "Taking the Quantum Leap," that to get to any other branch of the multiple-branching reality one just has to "become aware of what you want to do. From any branch there is a pathway leading to any other branch. Time is all you need, and time is all you really have to work with." Is this what the angels do? Do they make a conscious decision to tune into one frequency of light over the other frequencies in order to answer prayers? Do they have to specifically choose to give attention to my particular vibration in order to help me, or are they able to receive and respond to all frequencies at one time? Do they give general injections, or infusions, of light to humanity and make this available to the whole world at once? And if so, is it then up to each one of us to tune into that available energy individually? Or do they only become actively involved when they are actually called upon? I wonder how many people on this planet regularly call on the angels as often as I do? Do they find my pleas for assistance annoying, or is it their purpose to be of service? Do the angels make decisions on who to help by determining who actually has the greatest need in the moment? -- My thoughts are just ... spiraling ... like DNA ... like the fibonacci spiral ...like spirit.
Do you think that it's a coincidence or synchronicity that a song called "Too Many Angels" by Jackson Browne just started playing while I am writing this? (smile)
Kathryn can be reached at kathrynshakti@yahoo.com

Fairy Dancer: A Flight of Fancy inspired by the music of Steve Gorn

Tonight I was a fairy-dancer, flying, dancing, and spiraling to the Indian classical music of Steve Gorn.

Initially on the ground, high-stepping and kicking, I decided to leap,
somersaulting and tumbling in mid-air. Then, to the treetops, quick as a sprite, as the spider-fingered drummer weaved chaos, I danced on glossy sunkissed leaves at the top of an enchanted tree-line.

While the flute and drum were dancing a coquettish tango,
I surrendered and spiraled in slow-motion. Unseen hands supported me as I stretched my arms out and floated, spinning like a dervish, slowly, softly … merging with a dusky mist.

As the flute soared, I flew over lush green treetops for miles until I saw a lake. Descending, I danced on the beach, sprinkling fairy dust with flourishes that mimicked the djembe-drum percussion. Waterfalls of pixie dust showered flowers, and I hopped along the surface of the water on sun-sparkles. Each note of the music became a new dance-step as I jumped from sparkle to sparkle. And where the sunlight shimmered on the water, I shimmied with it, hop-scotching across the lake.

Lo and behold, out of the blue, my twin-flame fairy showed up. I took his hands in mine and we mirrored each other, then danced counterpoint. To a casual observer, we might have looked like dragonflies doing a courtly dance. We took off in flight and skimmed the side of a cliff, flying right through the middle of a waterfall into a cave that tunneled through the mountain and out the other side. We climbed higher in to the sky, wrapped our arms around each other, and spiraled, faster and faster, higher and higher, until we left the stratosphere and found ourselves in deep-space. I chose a star for him, and one for me, the way you would pick a wildflower for someone. We glowed like fireflies, tumbling and somersaulting, rolling and spiraling, laughing and giggling, until we spun so fast that together we became a single beam of light, soaring through space as a shooting star.

Then, we decided to disappear beyond the veil, to explore another galaxy … but don’t worry, we’re never really far away, and we’ll come back to Earth to play, another day.

Ears that Hear

From now on I pay much more attention to my own cycles and aligning with those of Mother Earth. There is a whole natural world out there that I was intimate with as a child, mountain-born and bred. Every seed in the milkweed knew my name.

My relationship to my own inner depths is reflected in my deep connection to the beauty and mysteries of Mother Earth. From now on, I'm not conforming to socialization standards that others try to impose on me. If I don't want to go to a party where people are boozing and getting high ... I'm not going. I would much rather hang out at dusk observing the sounds, sights, and scents of Mother Nature.

The cricket song; the graceful, glowing dance of fireflies; the gently lapping waves of an intimate inland lake:
these soulful sounds are much more pleasing to my ears than ever before. This is one of the benefits of saying "so long" to youthful, external, commercial pleasures. I don't desire the "party-life" anymore, and am deeply content with this inner shift. Nature is a contemplative playground for me and I receive messages from her all the time now.

Every animal, bird, tree, flower, plant, body of water ... is a revelation, and they all speak to me metaphorically. I wonder, if someday, the communication will cease to be metaphorical and become DIRECT -- from their consciousness to mine? I believe this is possible. I'll start by choosing a flower, tree, or plant, and just sit quietly with it while listening closely. If I practice this, I wonder: will I develop "ears that hear" -- as Jesus spoke of?

Spirit Cave - a monologue

I believe in Magic -- not the Hogwarts kind -- but the kind that sees a tree spring from a seed, a fetus emerge from a womb, OR -- Spirit ENTER a womb.

I am Spirit and I am spiraling, flying through crystalline tunnels in the Earth, heading toward the Cave of Creation -- to the place where we are all born and Re-born.

The most magical of places is the Cave, Kiva, the Womb of Mother Earth, the Womb of Woman.

It is a place of entering in, a portal for Spirit, a Sanctuary, a place of inner transformation -- where I gestate and incubate my destiny, deep within the mystery, and DREAM a life in to being.

My womb is a Gnostic Mystic, like Mary Magdalene, a Priestess of deepest knowing, a CHALICE for radical shifts in transformation. My womb is a Universe unto itself, and navigating the cavernous places of my being is like journeying in deep space.

My womb is ALIVE, FERTILE, ABUNDANT!!! and it vibrates like a Tibetan Singing Bowl, harmonizing itself into the Mystery of Me.

Darkness Redefined

Darkness needs to be redefined, not as a state of non-light or something negative, undesirable, or frightening -- but as a state of non-being, formlessness prior to creation; to be or not to be; light/dark is not so much about an either/or (duality) mentality as it is about the Merging, Uniting of energies. The idea or potential of anything already exists within the warm, gestating waters of darkness, the primordial chaos, the state that must be returned to before a new order can emerge. Light contains the information that the seed/idea needs in order to become “form” - and the dark is the 'home' where things simmer, stew, brew, gestate, and are nurtured so they can grow, heal or expand. The dark is a good, benevolent place like a warm, wonderful, welcoming Womb. :)

Victorian Love Poem

She prepares her wild soul,
with lilacs and lack of fear.
Her heart yearns for a home,
she feels it coming near.

“Come softly, beloved,” she beckons,
“lay your burden upon my breast
scented with lavender
for your weary head to rest.”


Heaven on earth,
her body worships thee,
with kisses sweeter than wine,
God of her idolatry.

Thy soul she will tend
til death and beyond.
Take this poem
as pledge of her love-bond.

Piper Methysticum (Mystical Poetry)

Piper Methysticum
by Kathryn Preston





Archetypal lovers
come and go
ebb and flow
like lava on the move
glowing crimson
volcanic
voluptuous
dark and daring,
inviting
Concubitia
to propitiate the gods
in ritual passion,
activating the mystical umbilical,
a secret passageway
connecting past and present,
uniting opposites,
in ecstatic eruptions
and solar distortions
in a 3-D world
simultaneously
going global
and collapsing,
unmasking
economics and
plate tectonics,
paradigm shifts breeding
chaotic dynamics,
jazzy fusions of duality:
Nietzschean and Anarchist
Ubermalcontents and Bolshevists,
dandies and dykes,
poets and propagandists.
Where do I fit?
How to be
fundamentally me
and put my love into action -
that is the question.