Unity’s Holy Grail

The Way the Water looked as we crossed to Lenore.

When I went to board the Ferry Angel of Fire was there.

” So you met my Daddy then..”

“Yes, he is quite a person.”

“My sister and I like to think so”

“Why does fire greet me on the water?”

“You are learning to ask the right questions I see?”

“So why?” I persisted.

“Ah sometimes water is fire and fire is water, and man is tree and tree is man. But enough of riddles you must tell me what is your grail, and then I will take you to the Island of Lenore.”

I thought of the three wise owls. I thought of the Tree in the soul of the island. Words welled up in me to express the inexpressible.

I

Growth of confidence and compassion
Resistance to deception and betrayl
Aspiring to understanding
Intuition to be trusted
Listening to the Man in the Green Turban

II

My grail is in myself
Somewhere deep inside
And yet I cannot find it
Yet in it I confide.

My grail is growing like
fingers, hands and toes
It is beyond any human woes.

My grail is saying look beyond
The mountain and the seas
Find yourself underneath Buddha’s Bodhi tree.

I can follow the scent of my grail
Blowing in Bob Dylan’s lyrics
And he’s a man who hopes justice will
prevail.

My grail is in the knowledge
That this is the day
This is the day the world
will find Harmony’s way.

What can I Unity do
But call out in all the blessed spots
The House, the Place
The Meadow of His prayers
And seek out my next Case

I can feel the softness of His guidance
The harshness of the challenges that He sets
Can I pray for what I need and not for what I want.

Pilgrims of all colours, pilgrims of all creeds
Gathered in the Tent, waiting to stream
Forth in the Ocean of heroic deeds.

***

Angel of Fire smiled from the tip of her head to the bottom of her toes, and she glowed.

“Meadows of His prayers… oh Daddy would love that… and all different colours too… and some with thorns and some that attract bees…”

Angel of Fire clapped her hands.

“Unity, you must not lose heart, there is much for you to do, but you need courage ! so I think Daddy will send you a few tests for that. Remember always that He loves you, and don’t forget to use your wings when you need to. ”

“I will …”

She took my hands and shook them very warmly. I felt she could have burnt me to a cinder if she had wanted but instead it was like a nourishing drink flowed through every vein in my body.

“Come on board Unity – we can talk awhile until we reach the island”

So I boarded the Ferry, and saw on board some of the other passengers of SS Vulcania. I wondered if they too had been asked a question before boarding. What were their Grails?

Angel of Fire chattered away. I can’t remember all she said, but as time goes by pieces come back to me.

I do remember her saying — you must find “The Hidden Words, there is a copy that has been left at the Abbey by my brother.”

I was becoming quite amazed at the Man in the Green Turban’s family. I was sure I was probably going to meet some cousins, Aunties and Uncles at this rate.

As this thought went around in my head I gazed at the thick mist we were passing in, I could see only a little bit of the ocean, and none of the sky. I felt claustraphobic, but then I saw with my Owl’s eyes and using my tiny wings I flew high above the mist and decided to fly onto the island. I looked down at the boat and the Angel of Fire who had dozed off. She could talk that one!

I searched and scanned for this place we were meant to arrive at, and there ahead was the Abbey. I flew towards it …

Flying in Over the Island- Can’t see the Abbey Yet

(C) June Perkins all rights reserved.

It’s A Sign

by a.m. moscoso

Sometimes it’s not a word that calls out to us and sends us down roads and paths and into dark forests.

Sometimes

it’s a sign

I was driving through a town last summer- it was somewhere in the Midwest when I went through a town that barely, hardly, almost had no pulse.

Most of the stores were closed up and had boards over their windows- as did the houses and the churches ( there was one on each corner- I swear to God that’s true ).

But hello- what is this I see just before I leave the dieing town?

A Funeral Home.

Darnell and Sons.

It was boarded up too- and the front doors were chained (!) shut.

Chained Shut.

Not nailed shut, not boarded up with giant sheets of plywood but …

Chained Shut.

I know there’s a million reasons to make sure no one busts into an empty Funeral Home.

Still.

I was curious.

Why Chained Shut.

So I called ahead and told my husband I was going to get some ‘spooky’ camera shots for my blog and that I would be a little late and then I got out of my car in front of Darnell and sons and walked around to the back where the doors had not been chained shut or boarded up but

 the doors had been completely removed and entrance way had been bricked up.

Why.

This just keeps getting better and better.

So there I was halfway to my car and halfway to the chained door and across the street was a boarded up Ice Cream Shop called Bevy-Anne’s.

In her better days Bevy-Anne’s must have been a pretty place to get a Soda or an Ice Cream Float. Now it was just empty and dusty and there were cracks all around her foundation.

In fact.

I looked up and down the street, there were cracks in front of and all around every single boarded up building for as far as I could see.

Except for Darnell and Sons.

There was one deep gouge in the pavement that ran from Darnell’s front door- the one that had been chained shut- and that crack in the cement turned into many more that ran up and down that street.

Instead of going to my car ( of course ) I walk up to the door with it’s chain and reached for the lock

and there inside of the lock

is the key.

It’s right there in the padlock where anyone can walk up and turn it and then unwrap the chain from around the door handles and then anyone could open those doors and either step aside or step inside

and then what I wondered?

I looked at the lock and  at the cracks in the road and the boarded up buildings and houses and decided…

I liked not knowing for sure.

I let the lock fall out of my hand and as it banged against the door I heard a little thump coming from the other side.

So I got into my car and I left that little town in the Midwest, the one that barely  had a pulse, and as I drove away I saw a giant billboard at the side of the road. Despite the fact most of  what had been painted on it  had been worn away by years of rain and ice and snow and heat you could still see the image of a cow in a bonnet and there was a balloon coming from it’s mouth and inside of that balloon there was a message.

It said.

See you soon!

Before She Was Lost

this is a story I wrote about a year ago

it’s about loss

it’s about love

it’s about Monsters

YAY!

Reflection Of My Love

by a.m. moscoso

” What are you looking at Jingle? ”  Milo Hungerford asked his wife.

Jingle was standing in front of their bathroom mirror with her hairbrush in her hand and she turned slowly towards him and said, ” I don’t know. “

Milo came up behind her and stared into the glass over her shoulder and shook his head.

” That’s not right Jingle. “

She put her hand to her face and looked into the mirror again and when she turned back towards Milo she started to cry. ” Milo what’s happening to me? “

Milo  pulled Jingle to his chest and turned her away from the looking glass.

” Is it still there Milo? “

Milo held Jingle tighter and said, ” yes. “

” The one in the foyer- let’s try that one too. “

” Jingle- it won’t…” he started to say and then when he saw the look on her face he nodded. “okay, we’ll try that one too.”

Milo held his wife’s hand and they walked down the dark halls to the entrance to their home and together they looked into the mirror there and Jingle burst into tears and grabbed her face.

” Oh Milo- oh Milo what’s happening to me? ” she cried.

Milo looked into the mirror and there in the glass he saw his wife holding her hairbrush, her dark hair framing her face- all alone except for the darkness that was their home and he turned her gently towards him and said,

” I don’t know how it happened Jingle…but I think you’re alive. “