Meeting The Beloved
by Daniel Jacob
"I have seen her..." I once wrote in a poem, circa 1994. The poem was called "Passion," and its words have stayed close to me since they flowed forth on that magical night.
"She rides bareback through a meadow, motioning for me to come, too. Where is she going? What does she require of me?"
Oh my, yes, the passion pulse was strong in me then. It is strong in me yet again. This morning I had an awesome discussion with a musician friend of mine--one of those "knock your socks off" conversations about life; both of us swimming in a tonal vibe which tends to arise suddenly, spontaneously, during certain times and seasons, and is thirst-quenching to those who drink from the cup, filled with equal parts madness, joy, frivolity, and earnest searching of the inner soul.
I suspect the same kind of discussion is happening, or NEEDS TO HAPPEN all over the globe. This is Planet Earth's time of Global Awakening. It's happening as we speak. The time when a goodly portion of humankind stands up, right in the midst of our collective, busy lives, and declares: "This isn't it. This isn't what I came here to do."
Whether we are rich or poor, famous or obscure, solitary or surrounded by friends and busy-ness, it is no matter. We all long for passion. We long for joy. We long to meet THE BELOVED.
The Beloved is somewhat of an archetypal figure in society, often symbolized as a person - a lover or mate, perhaps - as in the poem. But he, she, or it can also be much more. She is more than a feeling, though she can never be less! Deep Feeling is very much a part of Meeting The Beloved.
The poem continues:
"What do you need?" she asks. "What must you have, lest you die? When you have answered my question you will have begun to be alive."
A Reason to Be
There are those among us who, at some point in life, came to the realization that we had become "human doings" instead of "human beings." So we leapt off the hamster wheel, found our way out of our maze, and learned what life was truly all about. We attended seminars, took fire walks, traveled the country, lived in communes, meditated, smoked weed, meditated some more, made love, slept, sang, danced, and generally set out to write our very own personalized version of "The Way of the Peaceful Warrior."
Or, perhaps, we came to Jesus, sat with Buddha, comprehended the Tao, learned from Ramtha, or sprang toward any one of a hundred other systematic expressions of "enlightenment" in order that we can become what we wish to become.
Ideally, it is oft supposed that we will eventually “meet someone,” marry and settle down. Whether or not this person constitutes true love, society has expectations about how he or she is to be treated, right up to the point where we no longer can do that. Then, perhaps, some tears will have to fall.
All the above paths ultimately lead to one, personalized, Now Moment. And now, many years later, we find ourselves here, still incarnate in 3D, nicely realized as human BEINGS, wondering what comes next. "So what, now what?" has become the collective motto. We KNOW a lot, we've EXPERIENCED a lot. Now what?
One person put it quite succinctly: "After enlightenment, the laundry."
The poem goes on:
"Your lot has grown stale and inadequate. With all of its intricacies and its emergencies - with all it's ponderings about time and provision - it is NOT ENOUGH. And, how could it ever be? You are not THIS. You could evaporate the very foundations upon which you stand, leaving only ashes as your calling card. Yours is a deepening, broader scope."
Ah! Now we’re talking. But what are we talking ABOUT? We all want to meet him, her, or it: The Beloved. Our love, our Feeling of Family, our Lord and Savior, our Life Mission, and, most of all, our source for the awe and wonder that once dwelt in the heart of our very own Magical Child Self.
My friend tells me that he is in the ship-building business. Then he laughs and clarifies: relationship, friendship, fellowship, partnership. And he has been through all his personal realization stuff; he knows how to play, how to rest, how to create, and, like so many others, he too is asking: "Now what?"
A Grand and Glorious Bird
After writing the above poem, I penned another one, a couple of years later. It gives a more in-depth view of the Beloved, and more insight into my own secret longings about love and life:
"Passion is a grand and glorious bird, gliding across the night sky. Perched upon its wings, you look down at the city far below and you smile. The people, all snug in their fleshy houses, will look out at you with respect and with admiration. To be in passion is to forget time, forget limitation. It is to be free from hesitation - shooting straight and sure while taking no aim. To know passion is to give freely from a warehouse that never runs out, never says no - -it is crystalline and molded to eternity."
Oh yes! Well, of course. Everyone wants that, don't we?
The Beloved can only be encountered IN THE MOMENT, when you, or you and someone, or you and a group of a someones, make yourselves available for contact. Moses, standing in a meadow at the base of Mt. Sinai, herding his sheep, suddenly looks up and sees a bush that burns, and is not consumed by the fire. He turns aside, and climbs the mountain, so he can "see this great sight."
There's a key phrase if ever I saw one! "A bush that burns yet is not consumed by the fire." We're speaking about PASSION again, aren't we? The transformation of the inner fire! Remember those guys, back in the 60s, who would take LSD and leap off balconies in concert halls because they believed they could fly? Who says they didn't? Their bodies hit ground, of course, but is a body all that we are? Maybe there were parts of them that took flight, and never looked back.
Secret Stashes of Love and Power
Lest any of you think that I've gone completely off my nut, or I have a side-business of selling pharmaceutical enlightenment, you'd best know that, although I am a bona fide veteran of the 60s, a folk-singer and all that stuff, I am pretty much a “drug virgin.” For some reason, those things never appealed to me. My friends sometimes say: "You're out there enough, Daniel, without the drugs." I smile, because that is what Salvador Dali used to say about himself. He would say: "I don't take drugs. I AM drugs!"
Well, drugs, hmm, chocolate, perhaps. Yes! Now that's another story. I saw a license plate the other day, on a car belonging to a woman, aged 50 plus: "Give me chocolate, and no one gets hurt." I thought that one was pretty neat until I saw a better one: "I'm over 50 and I'm still hot - except now, it comes in flashes."
Jesus was once approached by his disciples, while teaching and healing in the crowd, and they said to him: "Master, how long has it been since you've eaten?" Jesus told them: "I have food to eat that ye know not of." Aha! Obviously, he met The Beloved.
Charlie Rich once sang to us: "When we get behind closed doors…then she lets her hair hang down… and she makes me glad that I'm a man..." Woo Hoo! It sounds like he met The Beloved, too. George Frederick Handel finished the last notes of “The Hallelujah Chorus” and cried: “I have seen God!” Oh yes, I think he found The Beloved.
So what is it, this “Beloved?” Is it divinity, religion, sex, art, philosophy, ecstasy, eternal romance? Yes, yes, and more yes! It can and will be anything and everything a person needs - IN THE MOMENT - and it can also depart, just as quickly as it comes. This morning, during our discussion, I was rocking and rolling with joy, and then my friend said: “Oh! My guests are arriving. I have to go.” When we hung up, I still felt a warmth that lasted for hours.
Anam Cara: Medwynn Goodall (click here, turn on speakers)
Although I love him lots, and enjoy him thoroughly every time we talk or get together, I do not fully equate my friend with The Beloved. Though I was married for ten years, had some incredibly fulfilling times, and two wonderful sons, I don’t always equate those relationships with The Beloved either. Each new person I meet or embrace becomes a part of The Beloved, and, yes, there have been times in life when I have definitely said: "This is it. This is the One!" But everything is part of The One is it not? Including me?
In the world of poetry, prose, and other mediums of art, the appearance of sublime inspiration is referred to as a “Visit.” When the “muse” comes upon you, you must stop what you are doing (if you know what’s good for you), and immediately set pen to the page, otherwise, the moment passes you by. There is a "secret stash" of love and power that is afforded to those who make time for Meeting The Beloved.
But "visitation" is not just reserved for painters, composers, and writers. Julia Cameron, in her famous books about "The Artist's Way" has pointed out that living is a form of "art," all in itself, and all people who live on the Earth can be artists if they choose to be. The artist's eye and the artist's way can be translated into all parts of life. Every one of us is a canvas, upon which a "Universal Painter" is creating a masterpiece. We are both Lover and Beloved, Seer and Seen, Seeker and Sought. And it's all right there, in the Eye of the Beholder.
The Beloved Child
At this point, you may be wondering what these ideas have to do with our Children of the New Earth. Besides the fact that they, too, are seeking, or will be seeking, Their Beloved, there is also a tendency for middle-aged folks to idealize or canonize YOUTH ITSELF as the All in All.
"If only I were young again..." they speculate. And when they do, they begin projecting all their hopes, dreams, and aspirations onto their children, and their children's children. There are academics today who believe that it is this tendency that is behind humanity’s growing interest in Indigos, Crystals, and Star Kids. Meanwhile, our kids are doing a lot of projecting, too, aren't they? "I can't wait 'til I grow up!" they tell us. "I'll do a better job with this world than you've done." Yes, of course you will, son. That's the idea.
In my article "Is it Wrong to Call Them Special?", I speak about the Cosmic Christ Energy and how it "trickles down" from more expanded dimensions and infuses anyone and everyone who is not resistant to it. The primary reason that children embrace it first is: they've had less time to instill limitation thinking. Less muss, less fuss. Easy access.
Jesus was a "beloved child" if ever there was one. Angels sang at his birth, Wise Men bestowed gifts, and a bright star shone over the stable where he slept. As the years passed, humanity learned how to project devotion outward toward someone we called "Lord.” And now, with the rise in popularity of "The Da Vinci Code," we're taking the whole business one step further, and considering giving honor to a holy daughter, a “Lady” from the Royal Blood Line which was sourced in a marriage between Jesus and Mary Magdalene.
We all love to love, don't we? We search for our Beloved - for something that is clearly manifest outside ourselves - someone worthy of all our praise and all our loving attention. Meanwhile, we try to act “cool” and independent. Whether lover, child, life mission, leader or guru, The Beloved is what keeps us anchored in 3D, choosing to stay and serve, rather than depart and expand, if only for one more chance to appreciate our Beloved, face to face.
The key role that EMOTION plays in this quest cannot be understated. Men can SWEAR they love their wives or their life mission. They can claim allegiance to a King or a Savior. But emotion tells the story, IN THE NOW, always in the NOW. Emotion, respiration, galloping heartbeat, and a drop of sweat upon the brow. And Spirit begs of us: Do not resist! Do not deny The Beloved. Simple acknowledgement does not mandate physical involvement. But then again, who knows?
In the months and years to come, as the Veil wears thin and the Energy rises higher, clear and honest acknowledgement of who or what we love may be the only lifeline that means anything. Those who truly love us will want to know what really excites us - moment-by-moment. The rest may eventually fall by the wayside, being too insecure to admit that it may not always be them.
© 2006, Daniel Jacob
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Daniel Jacob is a conscious channel, writer, and a Bio-Energetic Body Worker who lives in the Greater Seattle area. He owns and operates Myo-Rehab Therapy Associates - a multi-therapy clinic - in Kirkland, Washington, which specializes in muscular rehabilitation, stress management, and personal transition work. He has been in practice for 19 years. On 11/11/91, he began working with a group of energies that called themselves "The Reconnections." Daniel has developed a complete archive of information that has come through from them on a number of relevant topics. Daniel and his Associates have been doing research with people around the world, collating data and comparing notes on the topics of Physical Transmutation and Earth Changes. He has produced a 2-Part CD, on which he explains the story of "The Star Children" in depth. He calls it a "tonal infusion for the New Age." For more information about Daniel and his work visit www.thestarchildren.com, www.reconnections.net, or e-mail him directly at: email@example.com.