We've all been there before, this tropical space of weightlessness in our spirits. Warm heat resonates inside...I picture my rib cage glowing, the tips of embers orange and burgundy red, carrying the secrets of light and dark, of lies and truth. Deep within their tiny, fire-rocket anatomy, the embers spin without end.
In the eyes of my imagination, I am transcending through layers and places of consciousnesses to arrive at the center of TRUTH. I've embarked on a water fast and my mind does not know when my spirit and my body will feel complete in their processes of purification.
It feels like I am inside a cloud - still on earth, just high above, looking down, curiously.
Some visions that have swayed across my mental movie reel: reverence, purity and kindness in the temple; this temple that I see is my physical body.
You wouldn't bring McDonald's, High Fructose Corn Syrup and Yellow Food Coloring #6 into temple.
It would be blasphemy. You would feel disgraceful, dirty, the perfect webbing in between your fingers would stick together with greed. You'd smell gasoline in your own lungs.
You come into temple with your feet washed, your wrists and nape of neck clean, then massaged with the scent of peaches, or perhaps vanilla and sandalwood.
You are inside temple. Everyone imprinted into your subconscious is there wanting -- needing to feel the royal, mercy-filled god in themselves by worshiping the gods around us. By worshiping one another.
There are bright white stars in the temple, held up by a satin black, formless abyss.
And there we lay.
And there we submit.
In your body you feel that light and dark need each other to exist. And when they co-exist, they make life profound and complete.
Among this humble-spiritual-glamour, we pirouette for the god in us.
What am getting at? I am striving to define, engrave and give us this TRUTH: it is necessary to apply REVERENCE in that which we do.
We must revere the temple walking by day and by night.
Herein lies our liberation.
This water fast has inundated the skies of my violet imagination with images of silence, quality and peace, elongated moments...slow minutes of rhythmic peace.
We must train ourselves to possess reverence for the gift of eating; to deeply respect that which we consume.
Eat with reverence, eat with quality and care. Be kind to the temple that is your strong, and sentient mortal body.
In essence, to revisit my primary thought: "You do not bring McDonald's to temple...it would simply be blasphemy."
IN PEACE & REVERENCE,
Shebah Saturn
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