But this description is misleading. It suggests this Presence was something that was localized and outside of me. And. . . . it was, but. . . . it also wasn’t. It was both within me and around me. At times it seemed to be particles of sparkling light that permeated everything, or an underlying hum that all things emitted, or a constant tingling that, while different in my body than in a rock I held in my hand or the cat I petted, ran through everything. And the light and the sound and the tingling were. . . .more than just physical sensations. . . . they had an intelligence, an awareness. . . . an abiding quality of love that was particular and real.
Words are truly inadequate to describe this kind of experience. When the people at church I attended as a child talked about God or Christ, I assumed these were the names for the Presence I experienced. Later I realized that there were many other names pointing toward this Presence- the Sacred Mystery, the Great Mother, Allah, Kwan-Yin, Buddha, Shiva, Shakti, the Grandmothers . . . .
The last year of my life- with my marriage ending and two parents descending into the confusion of Alzheimer's- has been one of logistical and emotional turmoil. But time is kind, and we are made for healing if we allow it to happen.
One morning about a month ago, as I watched the sun slowly slip above the horizon, I realized that my awareness of the Presence had, without my noticing exactly when, become as it was when I was a child: constant and omnipresent, around and within me without any effort on my part. It was there where the breeze touched the skin of my face, in the air I was breathing, in the hand that raised a cup of tea to my lips- in the china cup and the sweet hot tea and the lips that parted and the throat that swallowed- all around and within me. For a moment, I held my breath and sat very still, afraid I was imagining it or might break the spell if I moved. But the Presence- as strong and loving, as clear and constant as it had been when I was a small child- remained. And I wept.
It’s not that this Presence has not been with me since I was a child. As an adult I’d cultivated practises of meditation, prayer and shamanic ceremony that helped me turn my awareness toward this Presence. With a full and busy life I had to deliberately find ways to remember to turn my inner face toward this life-sustaining Presence. And it worked- when I reached out I could always feel the Presence there with me.
Until I couldn’t.
In the last few years of my marriage, no matter how I tried, or prayed I could not feel the Presence that had always been with me. It was like falling into an infinite darkness. I was lost, bereft. I became increasingly ill, unable to read or write. Seeking guidance from a therapist it took me months to confess my deepest grief. Finally I told her, “For the first time in my life, I cannot pray. I just go through the motions. I cannot find the Presence that’s always been there.” I choked on tears and terrror as I let the unspeakable come, my voice rising in an inconsolable wail: “I am afraid that God has abandoned me.”
The recent spontaneous return of a consistent awareness of this Presence feels like a return to life itself for me. That it returns with the fullness and effortlessness that I had as a child is grace beyond comprehension. I will no doubt write much more about this journey of loss and recovery but, for now, I will say what I know for sure:
The sacred Presence that holds us, the essential and sacred life-force of love that creates and sustains all that is, is always with us and within us. To be aware of this Presence we must be deeply connected within ourselves, to ourselves, to our hearts, to Life and Love as they are lived in the form of one particular embodied soul, one small human being.
God did not abandon me. I abandoned myself, separating myself from my own heart and spirit to keep the commitment I had made to stay in the marriage no matter what happened. I am so grateful for the painful events of the spring of 2010 that woke me up, freed me to leave and allowed me to find myself again, so I could feel once again the peace and aliveness that comes with awareness of the sacred Presence that holds and creates all that is.
Oriah’s Newsletter- Fall 2011
I am blessed to be doing so much of what I love, and hope we will connect where it feels appropriate for you. I am:
- Doing individual counselling and mentoring sessions on the phone- if you’d like more information about this please email me at email@example.com
- Writing a new book that explores how we can expand our ability to consciously make choices (both the Big Life Changing decisions and the small daily choices) that support our deepest desire to live fully who and what we are.
- Continuing to work on a novel (which, I have discovered, is a much longer process than non-fiction) about a group of lucid dreamers working together in the dream to co-create change in the everyday world.
- Posting weekly on Wednesdays at http://oriahsinvitation.blogspot.com/ You can subscribe to this weekly blog by scrolling down the green bar on the right-hand side and clicking on "Follow by Email."
- Posting most days and participating in conversations on the Oriah Mountain Dreamer Facebook page where we share exploration and inspiration for living with open hearts and clear minds as embodied souls. Visit https://www.facebook.com/Oriah.Mountain.Dreamer?sk=wall. (You do not need a FB account to visit see the posts. )
It is a busy, creative life for which I am very grateful. Many Blessings, Oriah
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I can not tell you how much this speaks to me....thank you....ReplyDelete
Oriah, your post today is so timely for me. Just what I needed to hear... Will read this one several times - and - turn my face inward, to the Face of Presence... Thank youReplyDelete
Thank you for defining so beautifully the experience of Divine Presence.ReplyDelete
For a few years, I've had experiences of awareness of divine, benevolent, loving energy encompassing me and filling me up. I usually feel electrified, and all I can do is sit quietly, breathe deeply, and let sobs from deep in my core come to the surface. The only way I can respond to the presence is to say through tears, "thank you goddess mother," over and over.I feel overwhelmed by awe and gratitude as I let it wash over me and through me.
Last week when the presence was so strong, I knew I was in a bubble of divine love.I've wanted to tell others about these experiences but haven't because I've not known what words to use to try to explain what was happening. You have helped to put it in persepctive for me, and I think I now have words to express what I experience. Thank you.
If you haven't yet, look for Clarisa Pinkola Estes' (author of Women Who Run with the Wolves) recent book, Untie the Strong Woman: Blessed Mother's Immaculate Love for the Wild Soul. I am enjoying it so much and I think you two have had some similar experiences of "Presence." :)ReplyDelete
Thanks for the recommendation Cheryl- will have a look. Blessings, OriahReplyDelete
No matter what you think, its how and what you feel. Sometimes you must reach out to feel, sometimes you reach within. And sometimes you cannot reach anywhere because you feel too weak.ReplyDelete
You wrote about how in the last few years of your marriage you lost your awareness of the Presence that has been in and around you. Then of its spontaneous return. Right before my husband got diagnosed with a rare disease that eventually took his life, we were going to get a divorce. After 14 years, I am now finding myself addressing the issues that I had when I was married. Any chance you will be writing about your experience in your relationship because with your insight and incredible way of communicating, I think so many of us would benefit from what you would have to say.ReplyDelete
I think it is pretty much inevitable- lol- I learn by writing (and always hope it offers something to others) so in doubt, in time I will be able to tell what is useful to share (and what is not! :-) about this part of the adventure.ReplyDelete