Sometimes on this journey, it is important to stop and recognize the people who are pivotal in helping shape our lives. There have been so very many for me, that I raise my hands in prayer and Namaste to thank each of you silently, recognizing God within you as you are sharing your light and love with me.
I had one such experience with a friend during my second Personal Best course. We were standing on opposite sides of a circle during an exercise and all of a sudden he got a very strange look on his face while he was staring at me. When the exercise ended, he made his way over to me at the break. He said quietly that he hoped I wouldn't think him odd for staring at me but during the exercise he had a strange vision. As he was watching me I became an angel standing with a flaming sword and the word "truth" beneath my hands. I didn't quite know what to say to that, and he seemed very moved. I stored that incident in my heart and often wondered what it meant.
This imagery has come up in my life several other times in similar fashion, often with a stranger making a remark that stops me in my tracks and takes me back to that moment with my friend. Earlier this year when I made the decision to take my life back and stand in my truth,the imagery came crashing down on me and I suddenly understood what it was all about. I shared my process with one of my best friends, my partner Leah. She was sick that day, and as I poured out my heart to her, she was inspired to write. She is an incredibly talented poet and the poem she wrote me that day brought me to tears. The words she wrote are the words etched in the walls of my heart. It was as if she knew me well enough to look into my soul and find the message that spoke of my journey. I would like to honor her gift to me by sharing it with you. These words changed my life and gave me the courage to stand in my truth and step into my own beauty and worth as a human being, unique and lovely just as I stand. Leah your words will someday change the world. I love you to death. You honor me beyond words with your friendship, your guidance as a sage teacher and your love.
I've been thinking about what it means to stand in your truth. The path to finding your truth is difficult. Having the strength to stand in it is even harder. I think part of it is getting past the fear of judgement, and trusting that letting your truth shine its brightest will do no harm to yourself or others. Hopefully we can all get to this place in our current lifetime, or at the very least, keep striving to get there.
How do you choose to wield your sword of truth?
Will you stand stony firm, hold your ground
Dare others to challenge you?
Will you dig its point into the earth
Until you become hard as the blade itself?
Or will you swing it wildly, angrily
Using it as a weapon
To threaten and destroy
Filling others with fear of its holy fire?
Will you cast your eyes downwards,
Examine it, explore it
Until you cut yourself on its blade
And bleed?
Or will you hold its hilt gently
Look up, open your eyes wide
And let its power speak for itself?
Will you be still with it long enough
To hear its vibration
Pulsing to and through you
Harmonizing with the song of your heart
And raise it high
Until you are a beacon of light?
It is heavy.
The one who chooses to stand still in its power
To raise it high for others to see
Must be strong.
The bearer of the sword
Shines so brightly
That others have no choice but to love her.
And this love nourishes her strength
And lightens the burden.
She is grace
She is beauty
She is courage
She is power.
She mesmerizes us with her fiery light.
You are the forger of your sword.
You distilled its silver light from the rocks of the earth.
You created the blade
That never misses its mark
And is unbroken by challengers.
You are the one who formed its hilt
Fitting it perfectly to your hand
As an extension of yourself.
You inscribed it with the words that resonate with your heart
Until together you sing the song of your truth.
For within its creation lies the power of the sword
The symbol you have created of yourself
Formed from the earth
Inspired by God
And having the power to destroy or inspire.
How do you choose to wield your sword of truth?
by Leah Gully
I had one such experience with a friend during my second Personal Best course. We were standing on opposite sides of a circle during an exercise and all of a sudden he got a very strange look on his face while he was staring at me. When the exercise ended, he made his way over to me at the break. He said quietly that he hoped I wouldn't think him odd for staring at me but during the exercise he had a strange vision. As he was watching me I became an angel standing with a flaming sword and the word "truth" beneath my hands. I didn't quite know what to say to that, and he seemed very moved. I stored that incident in my heart and often wondered what it meant.
This imagery has come up in my life several other times in similar fashion, often with a stranger making a remark that stops me in my tracks and takes me back to that moment with my friend. Earlier this year when I made the decision to take my life back and stand in my truth,the imagery came crashing down on me and I suddenly understood what it was all about. I shared my process with one of my best friends, my partner Leah. She was sick that day, and as I poured out my heart to her, she was inspired to write. She is an incredibly talented poet and the poem she wrote me that day brought me to tears. The words she wrote are the words etched in the walls of my heart. It was as if she knew me well enough to look into my soul and find the message that spoke of my journey. I would like to honor her gift to me by sharing it with you. These words changed my life and gave me the courage to stand in my truth and step into my own beauty and worth as a human being, unique and lovely just as I stand. Leah your words will someday change the world. I love you to death. You honor me beyond words with your friendship, your guidance as a sage teacher and your love.
I've been thinking about what it means to stand in your truth. The path to finding your truth is difficult. Having the strength to stand in it is even harder. I think part of it is getting past the fear of judgement, and trusting that letting your truth shine its brightest will do no harm to yourself or others. Hopefully we can all get to this place in our current lifetime, or at the very least, keep striving to get there.
How do you choose to wield your sword of truth?
Will you stand stony firm, hold your ground
Dare others to challenge you?
Will you dig its point into the earth
Until you become hard as the blade itself?
Or will you swing it wildly, angrily
Using it as a weapon
To threaten and destroy
Filling others with fear of its holy fire?
Will you cast your eyes downwards,
Examine it, explore it
Until you cut yourself on its blade
And bleed?
Or will you hold its hilt gently
Look up, open your eyes wide
And let its power speak for itself?
Will you be still with it long enough
To hear its vibration
Pulsing to and through you
Harmonizing with the song of your heart
And raise it high
Until you are a beacon of light?
It is heavy.
The one who chooses to stand still in its power
To raise it high for others to see
Must be strong.
The bearer of the sword
Shines so brightly
That others have no choice but to love her.
And this love nourishes her strength
And lightens the burden.
She is grace
She is beauty
She is courage
She is power.
She mesmerizes us with her fiery light.
You are the forger of your sword.
You distilled its silver light from the rocks of the earth.
You created the blade
That never misses its mark
And is unbroken by challengers.
You are the one who formed its hilt
Fitting it perfectly to your hand
As an extension of yourself.
You inscribed it with the words that resonate with your heart
Until together you sing the song of your truth.
For within its creation lies the power of the sword
The symbol you have created of yourself
Formed from the earth
Inspired by God
And having the power to destroy or inspire.
How do you choose to wield your sword of truth?
by Leah Gully
I was running a google search for "what angel wields the sword of truth", for yesterday in church during mass I was greated by the Virgin Mary and an angel with a sword. Tonight at Christmas Eve Mass as Mary laid her hand on my cheek the angel thrust his sword into my chest, causing an extraordinary pain, but I did not waiver, instead breathing deep and staring into his giant lion-like face. At that moment my mind asked "What angel wields the sword of truth?", and thus led me to your post.
ReplyDeleteI have Asperger's Syndrome, although I've largely overcome it over the past twenty years of studying and mimicking "normal" human behavior. Last evening I found out a dear friend, one who has been a great influence on me, had a stroke and is in the hospital. I am largely at peace with this, knowing that all things are always as they must be. Thank you for casting your truth out into the great web so that it could help me tonight.
Mike my 13 year old son has Asperger's. We live with it every day.I understand. I am so glad the angel's guided you to this place. I hope these word's gave you as much comfort as they gave me.
DeleteI write another blog that may interest you. It is called Life on the Line: A Journed through Autism and ADD. I would love your feedback and suggestions on topics you would like to hear about. Bless you and Merry Christmas, Kathryn