Rosicrucian Beacon Magazine - 2013-06 - AMORC

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y Blanche Jeffersons I WALK ALONG the edge of the sea, awave moves forward and washes over myfeet. I feel its cooling balm and wonderwhere this life-giving water has been beforeit came to me. How many thousands upon thousands ofmiles has it travelled? How many turbulences has it beena part of and why now so serene and demure?I think about the people on other shores infaraway places and try to imagine how many generations,dynasties, through how many civilisations this water hascontinued the sequences planned for it…, and wonderalso how lives have been affected by its coming and going.I realise how eternal this water is, changing forms, leavingits ancient and final home in the moving oceans to riseslowly, lightly, invisibly toward the Sun..., then rolling,floating there in clouds, forming small drops, massesof them, that fall to the earth, cleansing, moistening,refreshing.Shyly finding its way over the earth it joins smallrivulets, then larger and still larger waters until finallyand eagerly it rushes toward home: home to the sea fromwhence it came to again and yet again begin its smallwhispy life, again growing and returning to the sea.Here now with me this caressing water thatbrushes over my tired feet is soon gone, snatched backinto the deep. I watch it go, knowing full well that it willcome back again in quiet patience or in turbulent stormto repeat its cycle and wear away the rocks I pass along thebeach, erode the very beach itself, and carry the sands toother places, living its life, doing its work, and changingeventually the very shape of the lands themselves..., thisgentle water washing over my feet.38The Rosicrucian Beacon -- June 2013© Supreme Grand Lodge of AMORC
y Martha Folinome EXPERIENCES are meant to beheld close, and some, I think, are meant to bereleased and shared with others. The othernight, sitting on my porch, I had such anexperience, one of those sharing experiences. As I watchedfireflies dodging falling leaves, I contemplated my lovelyhome, my children snuggled in bed, and my faithful caninefriend with wagging tail, seated comfortably beside me.Here I was, surrounded by beauty, love and the gloriousabundance of my Creator. Yet, I felt so sad. Little tears beganto trickle softly down my cheek. What is this, I thought? Ihave nothing to be sad about. There is no crisis in my life,no pain, no lost loved one.So I decided to meditate on this ‘sadness’. Aftera moment of silence, the word ‘culminate’ came tome. It came so intensely that it was like a searing inmy brain, an imprinting on my soul. I could almosthear a voice whispering, “culminate…, culminate…,culmination is the key.” I stood up, went into the houseand pulled out a dictionary. I would like to share themeaning with you.Culminate (1) Of a celestial body, to crown, to reach itshighest altitude, to be directly overhead. (2a) To rise to orform a summit. (2b) To reach to the highest or a climacticor decisive point, to bring to a head or to the highest point.© Supreme Grand Lodge of AMORC The Rosicrucian Beacon -- June 201339
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