Blue lotus
This is the symbol of the victory of the spirit over the senses, of intelligence and wisdom, of knowledge. It is always represented as a partially opened bud, and (unlike the red lotus) its centre is never seen. It is the lotus of Manjusri, and also one of the attributes of Prajnaparamita, the embodiment of the 'perfection of wisdom'.
Tonight as I sit here to blog my eyes are very heavy. I am tired. Funny because I meditated 3 times today! I arose with the sun and carried out my favorite tradition of coffee, hot tub, prayer, kriya and meditation. Promptly followed by a journey to pick up a Baptist Minister and a 2 hour drive to meet with a Buddhist Monk. What a spiritual journey. My journey into the valley of my soul was very peaceful and on ordinary days is enough to sustain me. Although life on life's terms continues to occur I have the ability to recall those moments of peace and most often I choose that moment and use it to center myself.
Today, I had the fortune of being in the presence of two women that I greatly admire.
They are each very solid in their faiths. Two friendly camps set up to guide souls into a more spiritual realm. I respect them both and aspire to be like both of them. My camp? If it truly were a visual representation that could describe my camp...my camp goes from one to the other and beyond. Why do they include me? I honestly don't know. There was a time - not too long ago - when I called my association with them "hanging with the big dogs." As honor! Today, I want to be like them...I want to guide souls too. It's the reason I spend so much time meditating. To gain clarity and perspective on my life's calling.
In one of my meditations with them today, I heard a song..."We are forgiven." It was healing for me to be in the presence of such spiritual people and hear that we are forgiven - here and now...forgiveness is ours. Another time as we meditated outside under a gazebo I saw much visual imagery. Once there were three women, I'm assuming it was my friends and I, sitting on the top of a mountain gazing out over the valley below. We pushed off the side of the mountain and soared high into the sky, it felt as though we were birds. We dived and did back fly and floated gently through the air. This represented freedom to me. Another very visual experience during our meditative journey was of 3 young girls perhaps in the 1930's. We were dressed in odd clothing and were running and jumping off of a cliff into a lake. I could hear laughter and the water splashing as we did canonballs. Then I felt a sense of tradgedy. Of course, I began to cry in my conscious mind, but I've discovered that crying during meditation really causes a lot of mental static. I chose to leave behind the imagery and go instead to a place of bliss. This place of bliss is where I spend the rest of my spiritual journey. I don't know what the universe has in store for me but I'm enjoying the journey today. And like the beautiful blue lotus, i feel partially opened. Someday I would like to feel as though I were in full bloom. A spritual journey that only gets better with each passing moment. What a blast.
