"Child of God"

I remember the first time I heard Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young sing Woodstock on the radio. It sent chills down my spine, and I, a Sixties California Girl, wished I would have been at that musical celebration. Not for the drugs, freedom, or even the music per se, but for the realization that there were people who shared my innate belief that we are all Children of God—trying to make our way back to the Garden.

And what is a Child of God? We all are, although many of us doubt, question, despair, belittle, disdain, and refuse to believe. Can anyone doubt a baby is a pure spirit, a window of God’s love? What is it about living that clogs our memory of that connection, that pure joy of creation that is reflected in our early years? When my daughter was born, she jogged my memory. Upon awakening, even before her eyes opened, her little cupid bow lips stretched, pursed, and searched for nurture, warmth, and love. I would feel my heart so full; I was overwhelmed in my adoration of her, life, and everyone and everything. In watching her journey from spirit to human—and all of the learning that involves—I began to understand the pattern of forgetfulness we must pass through before we are called back to the light of spirit knowledge that exists in us all.

In Emmanuel’s Book III: What is an Angel Doing Here? by Pat Rodegast, I found a wonderful meditation to reconnect to Self, to our true spirit:

Take a moment to get quiet.
Then imagine that the crown chakra,
the opening at the top of your human physicality begins to soften, to expand. This part of your being allows for the world of spirit to emerge and then flow back again into your humanness as you fall asleep and awaken, or as you meditate,
and as you love.
Breathe up and down through the crown opening.
As you go about the rest of your day,
bring your attention briefly to the crown of your head.
Remind yourself that nothing matters
to the extent that fear has convinced you it does.
When a small infant is formed,
nothing at the moment of birth is solidly based.
The top of the head is open.
I know you cannot walk around in your adult lives
with your physical brains covered only by a membrane,
but would it not be excellent
if you could live your adult lives
acknowledging the necessity
for that much room for growth?

The idea that a child’s chakra is still open, and we can open our own through meditation on that same softening of the crown, opens a window to the divine. It allows an outpouring of love that reawakens the connection to the Oneness—the all that is that we are. When we see the swirling diamond light of love flow through us igniting our awareness on each chakra, it energizes our physical body as well as our spirit.

At times, in facing dilemmas in relationships where we feel we cannot cope, it is reassuring to remember we are all Children of God—even if we believe the other person has a head full of weeds. Accepting that thought helps release anger and resentment and allows us to clean our own garden of weeds. Any method we use to focus on our light brings reconnection.

From the time I was pregnant with Lyric, I have done a color meditation flat on my back in bed before going to sleep, picturing the illumination of each chakra’s color and corresponding quality. When she was growing inside of me, I visualized these in her tiny body as well, forming a perfect vessel for her spirit to inhabit. It brought me such a sense of peace and belief that she would be all right—healthy and fine. Various books assign their own quality or color—but I will share the meditation I use:

I begin with visualizing the white light swirling from the universe in a beam through the top of my head exiting:

• Red— at the base of the spine—grounding me, connecting me to the earth, keeping me on the "Good Red Road" or spiritual path, in Native American belief.
• Orange—reproductive area, kidneys, and bladder. I picture everything healthy and the vibrant orange sparking my sexual energy—while spiritually knowing Truth without struggle or strife.
• Yellow—solar plexus, digestive area—I see it aid my digestion of food, calm my emotions, and release negativity.
• Green—the heart chakra is love—"My heart is love, pumping joy through my body." After saying this, I visualize shooting that green light to my family, my friends, anyone I have ever met in this life, and then the whole world, seeing it floating in a green glow of love and health, healing it and all who share it with me.
• Blue—a clear, sky blue or turquoise lighting my throat, my thymus, the center of communication—so I will speak in truth and love.
• Indigo—from the center of my forehead, my third eye—I reconnect with the entity that I am within the all that is and ask my higher self to guide and lead me, taking precedence over thought and mind.
• Violet—"I am a being of Violet Flame, I am the purity of God’s desire"—picturing a violet flame shooting from my crown. my connection to the all that is, seeing myself as a Child of God, a light on earth bringing the joy of the miracle of creation that we all are to everyone I meet. A few times in my life I have been able to carry this meditation over into the day—silently offering my flame to all I met—with amazing results. Strangers double take, and smile. Friends hug me and tell me how much they love me. My family laughs and finds joy in the mundane. We are all one.

Imagine if all people in the world could see one another as a Child of God…could wars, could killing, could violence, could starvation continue? I think not. If we imagine it, if we practice it, it is a beginning. Our world is undergoing immense changes. There is always chaos before clarity, darkness before light. Let your light shine.

Submitted in love and light,

~ Gabrielle M. Thompson, February 2002
© 2002 Gabrielle M. Thompson

Gabrielle Thompson lives with her husband Ed and daughter Lyric in the mountains of western North Carolina at Eco-Cove, a
117-acre wildlife sanctuary and trout farm. She has a degree in Anthropology, works in the library at the local community college,
and is a free-lance writer. Previously, she helped Ed build, sail, and charter the 75' schooner, SATORI, for 14 years in the Virgin
Islands. Gabrielle recently finished a novel, Adventures in Paradise. "...keep me in your thoughts & prayers until I get an agent & book deal!"