I am starting with a Jean session as Sight is my next visit and it has disturbed me, and I don’t understand why. Someone had suggested to me a book, The Hathor Material – messages from an ascended civilization – that I might like as I was working with Jean. I was told the author Tom Kenyon channeled musical sounds from the Hathors. I am cynical but game. I believe the evolution of consciousness is a great mystery and the idea of quantum “no-thing-ness” where quantum science believes that all creativity and physical matter come from is an open-ended question.
I downloaded some of Kenyon’s music. As I am an auditory person, the sounds he created and intertwined allow for deep meditation. I started reading the book, and the information combines everything that I learned through shamanic study, Native American study, Buddhist and Taoist studies. I have immersed myself in myth and archetypes for a long time so the Hathor Material is synchronistic with ancient Egyptian mystery school teachings and all other great wisdom. But who I am to say the Hathors don’t exist – they just might.
The cynic in me, however, needs more confirmation that intergalactic intelligence channeled through one man are more than just one man’s imagination. Jean who never disqualifies another person belief system said she knew of him and praised his music. She said that a small group of people was following him, but she doubted intergalactic beings were teaching us.
That raised far more questions for me than it answered and we moved on to the tapestries. Jean asked if I had experienced the unicorn. No, I said. The lion is quite adamant that I pay attention to him. I am more concerned as to why the woman, the person I think of as Wisdom, is not in touch or sight.
Why don’t we ask her Jean said?
She asked me to close my eyes and enter into the meditative space between the two worlds in whatever manner I chose. That space for me is the, gentle breath, inward consciousness state where dreams and imagination meet the spiritual realms. Jean calls this a place where one meets one’s higher self or one’s entelechy. It’s where one’s intuitive-self touches “all that is.” Jean says it’s where our “imaginal” powers lie, where one’s creative fires ignite. The great artistic paintings and writing happen in the imaginal. It’s where Gandhi and Martin Luther King, Jesus, Buddha et. al. stepped into their power and changed the world.
In a darkened room in Paris at the Cluny Museum, I must have stepped into my imaginal consciousness and seen how great artistic masterpieces transcended time to ignite the archetypal/myths dormant in my psyche. Maybe I helped weave them. I asked Jean if she believed in reincarnation. Of course, she couldn’t say for sure, but she did say that deep within every human’s DNA lay the seeds and thoughts, the patterns of past cultures, the yearnings, and the energy of thought and creation from the beginning of humankind. It is all part of our “quantum destiny.”
For me, the energy of thought behind the tapestries exposed a personal message that also applied to who and what we are as a culture in the 21st Century. Our political battle this year seen through this archetypal filter was woven in the 15th Century. These battles will broil and boil until the feminine and masculine energies meet in equanimity. The Middle East has a long way to go but the US is really not much further ahead.
Jean says that the tapestries are a soul’s code for all women. Five thousand years of fear of powerful women is playing out before all eyes and perhaps this story was predetermined six hundred years ago. Do we as a culture step into Wisdom or step into a 21st Century Dark Ages?
The tapestries symbolize for me a ritual crossing over. I couldn’t have done this two or even three years ago as I didn’t have the understanding. I had to let go of how I interacted with corporate television, executives and narcissistic clients. Behaving like the men was a fool’s errand that had served me rather poorly once I began to understand that.
What is before me is a landscape of feminine energy that I have avoided, hated, condemned and dishonored; yet, the tapestries forgive my ignorance. They are the literal and metaphoric fabric for stepping into Metis (Wisdom, ancient wisdom) and they welcome me with their silken/wool arms. Metis is the wisdom Goddess that Zeus devoured but never conquered.