the silver cord

A few years back, the tiny woman dangled her thin legs over the edge of the high stone wall that overlooked a vast and quiet valley. Her busy mind was consumed with devastating thoughts. As she gazed out at the sky, each cloud she witnessed came to represent a memory and the slew of feelings that for her, were simply indigestible. They were not thoughts about a specific series of memories, but thoughts of what she could do to permanently escape the lingering and insistent feelings that would not go away. She had tried, over and over, to sincerely and openly welcome each of these feelings so their energetic movement would subside, and it helped. But, only for a while. Now these thoughts of escape were getting more real and justifiable because she was just so tired of trying to deal with the feelings, the memories, the images, the consequences. It was too much, plain, and simple.
As she sat there, in the fresh newness of dawn, her favorite part of the day, she had not noticed the golden angel with enormous wings resting on the ledge beside her. The angel dangled her legs too and empathically sensed the woman’s contemplation. The sun was just peeking above the horizon to the east, displaying a world of possibilities, but even so the angel had sensed the burden of polarity and paradox crumbling her precious human .
The golden guardian was there to protect and guide her spiritual kin. And that day her human felt trapped, recognizing a need for freedom while simultaneously feeling excluded. The angel sighed quietly as her human paradoxically felt honorous of others while also needing to honor her own broken heart.
In truth, the angel knew that her human had felt this way for years for she had sat beside her on that stone wall on many a morning. The angel recognized that her lovely human had learned to welcome so many layers of grief and relief. She had earned grace, space, and a healthy distance and intimacy with the energetic movements of her humanity. Even though she had truly mastered an embodied intelligence without distracting or ignoring the depth of her struggle, she still struggled. The woman needed help and angel knew what to do.
The golden angel extended her silver cord of Love from her heart to the woman’s heart. Because the angel felt a sacred connection with her keep, her cord grew thicker and thicker. The tiny woman began to feel gently uplifted and even more connected. In turn, she returned to a sense of possibility, feeling less alone, expanded, and yet wisely aware of her limitations. The golden angel was especially helpful as in truth she preferred to be called a “Servant of the Creator,” and as such, her special human began to feel a connection with All that is.
The golden angel spent days and weeks accompanying the woman so that the cord of Love could grow stronger and brighter. And as it grew, the cord emanated a bigger and bigger light force transforming dark and shadowy energy into light and wisdom. The love that arose from their connection had the power and force for replacing churning and open emotional energy with the forms and structure of deep understanding. This sacred cord wove the web of manifestation in such a way that the woman came to love herself and her Self. Only then could she also love another and maximize her potential for forgiveness.
Ultimately, and in the right timing, the force and tapestry of Life organized itself, mirroring her inspiration and catapulting a series of synchronicities to create and co-create a universal law – as within so without. And so, this early morning the golden angel with enormous wings sat alone dangling her tanned ethereal legs off the ledge of her human’s new rooftop. She sat with great pride and love, enjoying the early morning sounds, the breeze, the view, knowing that her keep was sound asleep and under her protection. Only the angel did not know that her sleeping human had also taken her, the golden angel, into her heart with immense gratitude and knowing!