Storms and Sunlight- [Vision] - August 23rd, 2020 - (6 pages)

Storms and Sunshine 656. —

August 23rd, 2020

I am kneeling in prostration before The Mayan Pyramid Temple Akoroma (Hawk). I am praying to begin a spiritual quest, that I may more fully contribute to the world at large as well as to all the communities of which I am a part.

I am dressed in traditional Mayan costume of colorful feathers and cloth. My prayer is as follows: “O Great Spirit, Itzamná, you created all of us by Your Will. You created each of us to be an extension of your LOVE for all people, for all Your Children, for all Your Creations.

Yet at times we lose sight of this. I know I have. That is why I am here, to change for the better.”

“For the Uplifting Blessings that soar from this heavenly realm, all our thanks and love, to You, and to the Mayan Tribes who maintain the sanctification of this beautiful wilderness. These Creations of Flower and Forest, Rain and Wind, Sunshine and

Moonlight, are Your Treasures which are now ours to cherish. We immerse ourselves in You, in Your Creations of Beauty.�

The original negativity I felt before this prayer is beginning to disappear. These days the world is filled with various kinds of darkness, and I stumble many times in trying to respond to the darkness.

The

answer I always know but must follow more truly. My path through the darkness must never be one of confrontation.

I cannot

respond directly nor judge others who seem to

be

in

darkness.

The

Path

of

Beauty-Love-Light should be to not engage darkness as if to fight it. We must simply keep dreaming and walking this Higher Path. Then there is soothing gladness, then

there is liberating love for all Creations, for all Children of ItzamnĂĄ.

Just then there is a sudden storm beginning with lightning and thunder directly above the area. In answer to this heavenly thunderstorm, my inner spirit rises up in exhilaration,

rises

up

in

empowering

energies. We are awash with The Great ItzamnĂĄ Ever-Present Power.

Then down pour heavy rain showers immersing me in this natural utopia’s cleansing vitality. My spirit eyes are opened and I now see the Mayan tribe members, radiant and iridescent in their traditional dress. With great vigor, they are dancing, chanting, praying and singing in celebration

of this tropical rainstorm. Their repeated words are “The Universe, The Stars, The Skies, bless us with great goodness. Our praise! Our thanks! Our love, O ItzamnĂĄ!â€?

After a good long time, the heavy rain all at once stops. Then the sun shines at high noon near where a full rainbow, from jungle horizon to jungle horizon, delights us all as it gleams resplendently above us.

Our celebrations of happiness stop as well as we look to the skies with our hearts rejoicing ever more clearly. We stand long, silently in awe, breathing in the fragrance of the new forest scents arising after the refreshing rains.

Our enchantment

continues

with

new

realizations about immortal life. Wondrous marvel

after

marvel,

in

a

seemingly

unbroken series of glorious splendors surround us in every direction of this paradise, of our worlds —

leaves and tree,

blossoms and butterflies, white cumulous and

blue

sky.

Unseen

prayers

of

appreciation and love next swell within our being, soaring throughout this heaven, flowing magnificently into our immortal future as joyous visions without end.