"Child of God"
by Gabrielle Thompson
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.
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:
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
Gabrielle Thompson lives with her husband Ed and daughter Lyric in the mountains of western North Carolina at Eco-Cove, a
2041 Old Fanning Bridge Road
Fletcher, NC 28732
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