[Qualities of coniunctio: union of opposites, philosophers’ stone, rectifying of all one-sidedness, love purged of desirousness, transpersonal love for humanity itself, unity, “glue of the world”]
“I kill and I make alive, neither is there any that can deliver out of my hand. I offer my mouth to my beloved and he kisseth me. He and I are one. Who can separate us from our love?
No one in length or breadth, for our love is stronger than death.”
– Aurora consurgens, 15th century
Note the space between each breath.
That is everything.
A story: Beltain, 2020. In meditation I sit, hands cradled together in my lap. A force not my own seems to push them apart and fills the palms of my hands with a heaviness. I begin to push my hands up, and realize I am raising a heavy curtain to a passageway. On the other side stands Hekate [varyingly, the goddess of liminal spaces, crossroads, the underworld, earth and sky, the Cosmic World Soul], shrouded in white. She is alone in an immaculate, arching corridor of glass and marble. I feel awash in love. I speak, and She replies instantly. Unprepared for this unexpected meeting, I fumble for questions. The answers come immediately, with an absolute certainty, nearly before I finish asking. I cannot recall verbatim the conversation. It went something like this: “What should I be doing?” I ask. “You are doing it,” She replies. “Am I doing okay?” “You are fine.” “How can I grow further?” “This is the way.” The encounter ends, and I am left feeling as if in a trance.
We have come to the end of the work. Eros’s arrow has pierced the universe. Nestled in its beating heart, across spirals infinite of time and space, is love.
Its heart beats in yours. Love.
Love spilling forth from the universe. Love caressing with light from the Sun and the Moon. Love exhaled from the Earth. Love from those who came before, whose love vibrates in our cells and souls. Love from those yet to come, whose future calls upon our love.
Take the fruits of this practice and pass them forward. Fear not of running out. It is always there in the divine heartbeat between each sacred breath.
“I strive to honor you. The way you slide on through resilient magic. The spell of your abundant impossibility. Your entire body writes our future infinite. Your breathing body spells our future name.”
“I love you enough to respond to your urgent crucial call. Decoded so you hear exactly what I am saying. I love you. I’m here. Come with me. I hear you. I love you. I’m here. Stay with me. Take care.”
– Alexis Pauline Gumbs
To end, a song that for me embodies the work we’ve been through, Masâr [path in Arabic] by Le Trio Joubran. Aptly, this version culminates in a conjoining of the music with the recorded echoes of the late Mahmoud Darwish, reciting a serendipitously fitting section of his poem “The Dice Player.”
bark/howl/call/wail/speed up/slow down/
not see/stumble/turn yellow/green/
or not/moan/go mad/get lost/become less/
Thank you for joining me on these travels. My gratitude, blessings, and love to you.