August: "This messenger came and jarred me from a stupor..."

I was sitting in Santa Monica College in an expansive, hundred-person lecture hall.   Amid the dribble of Cartesian science a commotion began.  From the noise and confusion one would think that a venomous snake had just entered the space.  Upon closer examination I saw glimmers of earthen-colored, fairy-like wings.  This creature, gargantuan for a moth, but relatively small to a human, managed to arrest the attention of every person in the lecture hall.  As the fairy guest landed on the wall, someone’s first impulse was to snuff it out of existence with a binder.  After years of struggling to express my voice, I stood up and roared, “DON’T KILL HER!” 

At first I felt possessed, until I realized the paradox, that this was authentic, and personal, but inherently transpersonal and unifying: I/Moth/Everything/Goddess.  I had allowed myself to be heard, uninhibited by social conditioning.

Not a moment had passed since my command, when the moth flew gracefully, banking path, all the way across the room, toward my face. It hovered in front of my eyes and proceeded to gently kiss my nose and mouth, then made a beeline for the open door.  A nearby classmate’s gaping mouth and the silent sea of awe struck eyes of everyone in the room were testaments to the intensity and profundity of this moment.  I had been immediately struck with overwhelming and pressing compassion for a creature that proceeded to complete our mental and spiritual connection by pressing our physical forms together.  The personal gnosis inspired by this gentle touch extended beyond formed thoughts and rationale.  The Earth is alive.  This universe is alive.  In order to engage with the physical aspects of existence I knew I had to choose a discipline and tools that sought living interaction and holistic connection. 

I had began the day with pursuing a discipline that would try to reduce a complex, unique, spirit being into letters, numbers and chemical reactions.  I had been rejecting intuition, while trying to reconcile with obvious fallacies; I did this in order to conform to methods that deaden and distance components from our living emotion and geospiritual magic, which thrives throughout our wild biosphere.  This messenger came and jarred me from a stupor…

It was finally clear to me that separating myself and trying to control any living environment is futile and unproductive.  The part and whole are inseparable.  Harmony comes not through domination but through collaboration within a greater web of life-love.  I am immensely grateful for the once veiled knowledge revealed to me by the Cosmia spirit.

Juliana Thomollari, Albania

Artist: Linda Keagle, Korumburra, Australia, Linda's flickr