This is a translation from an anonymous readers post, with a lot of poetry.... I hope you enjoy it! I put a lot of
music inside ... mostly secret garden.... have a break and undertake a journey ino this soul garden....the photos are my own ones. Eve
To view the version with photoes pls use this link.
http://www.neueslemuria.de/Inhalt/index.php?DokID=284&Spr=E
Tales from a soul garden
June 2010
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HmKY8CvY7Cc
sunrise avenue Welcome to my life
reader's post
writer wants to remain anonymous and agrees with publishing
Names have been replaced by fiction names
Note: Take a little time for yourselves - to listen to the music and enjoy it
I put all my love into the editing of this text
By heart
Eve
song from a secret garden
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wasYNNfnfVE
For years I have been trying to find out who my cosmic consort is - my spiritual and universal partner. There have been very clear hints - which I was unable to embrace - I considered them too absurd, as the person suggested isn't a no name to many.
Well, I grew up believing that I am just a very small wheel at all. For this reason I trash this construct into the pot of doubts, want to be rational, looking for alternatives. There are several candidates with the ability to move the indicator of my heart into the range of butterflies in the belly and weak knees.... have surely been mates to me in former lifes. Could one of them be the ONE? I finally decide to invite the most "hot" candidate for a visit in my soul garden, in order to learn more.
Am in my - maybe our? - soulgarden - with Ka-zen. There is a garden of delicious smelling flowers - a water garden with water lilys and a small lagoon for swimming - were dragonflies live - a garden with fruit trees, as well as a rose garden - with small hidden places behind boxtree.. I remember old songs..... Londonderry air, the Ash Grove.... there are secret places to rest - with squiggeled tables and chairs - rose arches, pergolas .... in a mediterranean garden is growing wisteria and clematis next to olive trees - all is in everlasting blossom and fruit - as a mirror of our earth mother's abundance.
Another part of the garden is japanese style. A tea house. A well-stone with a bamboo dipper.
Ka-Zen and me - Ela - are sitting below a cherry tree, in the grass, face to face - and between us on the ground is a bowl filled with red heart-cherries. We admire the deep red, alive with light and shadow, with sun and wind in the branches of the tree above our heads. Between the brances a clear blue sky flashes through - as a true act of celebration in this eternal early summer. .... A poem dwells behind every single bush - poems by Storm, Eichendorff, Rilke, Barrett.
Little creeks, carilleons, fountains, garden art, sculptures. White starlike blossoms of holly tree and Jasmine on dark and secret green. Spirits of nature, many fairies, bees. All is alive.
Ka-Zen smiles at me. The first time awarely after thousands of years in this common time we have, in this soul garden, among a round dance of high grass, amidst fireworks of delphinium and lupines. He smiles at me within a wordless mutuality filled with symbolism. We are feeding each other with the red, amorous heart-cherries, which are soaked by the sweetness of this eternal summer - and are sharing the arising in this with mother earth.
Did the nightingale sing at the advent of the dawn?
Did the roses spring open overnight?
Did the contoures of two lovers reflect in the lagoon as the contoures of one?
Did the moonlight of silver... shine upon the pavilion,
glowing on the drapes made of knotweed and wild wine?
Telling tales about two lips yearing to touch?
Here is bliss - always dwelling in the moment of the now,
inherent in the living hearts
which do memorize the celebrated love and dedication
where the inner garden seamlessly surrenders
to the outer realms of an ample splendor...
Here is electrifying touching of the auras... ,
tender tangency of open hands....
awarely enwraping then each others eyes....
oh, sweet place of lasting shelter without words,
conversation
through images of dream...
Ka-Zen whispers: My angel......
and all of his being rests in these two words.
My heart, Ka-Zen, are you in this moment
of the present taking place ...
and am I out of sight for others... you see me though.
And I do see you by the soul of my own
which is still the same
as in the golden days back then
when destiny had placed me at your side ..
in Lemuria.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6jgz0PEmS80&feature=related
Silent wings by secret garden
In former days I used to write some poems,
make them a gift my heart would give to others...
and put them into envelopes I closed
so that they might be opened
finally
in times that might well be
in need of them.
It happend some of them were never opened...
and so I called them back and home to me,
because the gifted one preferred to read some other poems,
not mine... ... the works of stangers...
Where love dwells
also poems do prosper,
as Love does write them,
and the love alone.
To share the own poems with the one beloved,
.... is not that far away from sharing cherries.
Part 2
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QoXEhhyC5VA&feature=related
Secret Garden Adagio
This morning I had another meeding with Ka-Zen. I was waiting for him at the gate of my soul garden - situated at the edge of a mixed forest - under an arch of Jasmine.
Ka-Zens presence shows up in time on the path coming out of the forest. He's tall, with broad shoulders, dressed in a white frock coat, similar to a robe. I'm wearing a white dress made of light cloth, empire style - decorated with slim golden laces.
Again a smile as a welcome. Hardly words. We are walking over to the lagoon, taking a seat on the wooden footbridge. To my surprise a couple of white mute swans comes down on the water of the lagoon. We are sitting close to each other. Thoughts coming up, offering the possibility to giggle around and to be funny like kids, to throw each other into the water. .... Remain just thoughts. Alone the being leaned to each other feels to be some kind of ecstasy of the heart.
Ka-Zen speaks: Allow me to sense you.... I answer: I allow you to sense me, and please do allow me to sense you....
We raise up and embrace each other.
Every cell of one person perceives
every single cell of the other person.
The gentle fabrics of immortal soul
while bonds of hearts do loop around each other
I sense the heart-beat of Ka-Zen,
his warm hands placed upon my back,
his blond hair on my cheek,
his breath on my ear.
And all simply opens...
with images coming from Lemuria,
on the birth of our children, in his arms.
Great emotion as a standing wave...
his lips upon my neck...
long do we stay
that way....
with a soft kiss as a good-bye,
with heartfelt gratitude
for the gift
of the moment.
What remains is a feeling of being overwhelmed and I enter my rose garden to become again collected and calm.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EvB6oDR7ZxA&feature=related
secret garden sometimes when it rains (just a word away)
In the rose garden another visitor has arrived. Gabriel of Salvington - the bright morningstar and governing backup of our local universe, oldest son of our creator son - smiles at me and has placed a document on the wrought-iron table where he is sitting at. He invites me to take a seat next to him.
The document carries the seal of Michael of Nebadon and certifies, which person is registered as co-proprietor of this soul garden. My heart is bumping up to the limit. I have a certain and dull feeling that this person is not Ka-Zen. I close my eyes and I'm afraid of taking a look at the document.
Gabriel asks: What are you frightened about, Ela? Isn't there anything you wish more for yourself, than the ONE mate, made of the same wood as you?
I reply: Yes, this is my greatest desire, but why does it always seem that I live alone here in my garden?
Gabriel explains: He will become viewable for you only, if you give up holding the door closed for him.
I make sure: Does that mean that I exclude him from my sight?
Gabriel confirms: Most likely. You are walking around and round, looking for him, but his presence in your garden is covered by the veil of repression.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=elNkg6Dusng&feature=related
song for a stormy night secret garden
I'm sent on behalf of Christ Michael and your consort asking me for that service, and he also asks you to remain with yourself - to remain considerate - not to get into any experiments. Would you now like to read the document? Ela, take a heart to open your eyes. ... He is everything which you are, too, and do not fear that this here might be untrue, as in Nebadon we do not fake certificates.
It takes me a great effort to open my eyes and to make them read the certificate. There can only be one name, one heart, belonging to me over the eons of time. I perceive the seal of Michael. I see my name, .... and there is written
Ela and ELI
Not Ka-Zen. Not Joel.
Gabriel peers at me. Asks: Do you consider that this might complicate all?
Yes, well, somehow, I admit. It would have been easier with Ka-Zen or Joel.
Tell me, who was it truely being always there for you? With all these conversations in your spirit mind... wasn't that Eli? He has always told you about. You just have not believed, Gabiel comments. He puts the certificate back into his pocket and gives me a heartfelt "Bye Ela, see you soon" before he leaves.
I'm walking over into the japanese part of the garden, where I have not been for a long time already,... to meditate in front of the raked plain of gravel. Upon the wooden deck in front of the gravel ELI sits and smiles at me: Now, do you also live here?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uank0gwFgyE&feature=related
Secret Garden Always there
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Part 3
I'm completely stunned. Around Eli's corners of the mouth a slight shimmer of laughter is quivering. He is palpitating on the ground next to him: Come on, sit down here!
I'm letting myself down next to him in a quite clumsy way, lacking my grace from the former days of my japanese incarnation when I was still Sayuri, and a geisha, who was able to offer and pour tea in a very charming style. Eli is dressed casually: a white T-shirt without print and light shorts made of linnen. No shoes. His wavily hair comes down on his shoulders open. He turns to me, so that he might have a better view into my face while sitting there.
Disappointed? He asks.
I'm shaking my head, while having a lump in my throat. He's sheltering my hand in his hand which appears to be hefty and slim at the same time, with a slight tan - the hand of a musician. He leans forward in order to be nearer to me.
Ela, it's me. Your buddy through thick and thin, for all occasions and hours.
Silence.
Ela, what can I do to make you offer any sound by your voice?
A single tear is running down from the corner of my eye.
Ela, you know, I'm also able to write poems, to feed you with cherries. To make love to you all through the night. To grow up kids with you.
Silence.
And I 'm able to tickle you through and through!
He is laughing in a jaunty way and starts to tickle me over and over. I'm rolling down from the wooden deck upon the plain of gravel while laughing and screaming like wild. Eli comes after me, we behave like kids. I'm gasping for breath: Stop it, I surrender! What do I have to do? All you demand from me!!
Among the meaningful placed Zen-stones his face appears near to mine above me. He advises: Say "Eli is my universal consort! "
I repeat: Eli is my universal consort.
Eli is grinning: Kiss me, I am you universal frog, transform me into your lover!
We kiss each other with passion, my cells do remember again. All opens up.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yO2QE1SNbd4&feature=related
Secret Garden Hymn to Hope
Then Eli says: At the shore of the lagoon there is a gift from me to you!
He pulls me up on my feet and we are running across the sunny warm lawn which is by the way - always like freshly mown carpet of velvet - to the lagoon and on the wooden footbridge, where I sat before together with Ka-Zen. The swans curiously approach.
Eli places his arm around my hips and points out: We have to go to the other shore.
The next thing I realize is the two of us having fallen into the water, the drops are sputtering fountainlike .... and thousands of small spectral prisms are glowing up around us.
Hey, Eli, I comment. Why don't you just walk upon the water, in the manner Jesus did that in former times?
The answer starts with getting a load of water over my head.
No idea how that could work, he counters with a broad smile. I thought you could maybe teach me howto do that.
I suggest: Well, why don't we just ask CM how to manage that? Would be the right adress.... nope??
Eli considers: CM from now to then prefers taking a swim rather than walking.... Now, go and look for your gift... over there, among the reed!
Among the slim canes there is - luckily - no small basket made of reed sheltering another Baby-Moses - but a message in a bottle. How sweeeet!
I get it and we climb out of the water, soaking wet with our cloths sticking upon the skin - interesting feeling. I take a seat next to Eli on the sunny foobridge and pull the cork with my teeth. Eli hugs me from diagonal behind and places his chin upon my right shoulder, in order to follow me reading - as I pull the rolled paper out of the bottle. I read:
This is for Ela,
the goddess at my side, who was granted to me through the endless grace of our creator.
Beloved heart of mine, my core of all good things, my never ending yearning!
You, Ela, represent the consort at my side, the essence of warmness and intimacy, friendship, connectedness, femaleness.
You are like me and I am like you.
We are
ONE HEART
ONE SOUL
for all times.
You are filigree and wonderful,
but though bendable and strong like bamboo,
warm as the sun and cooling like wind,
the songs of our souls are eternally weaving into each other,
on paths which are never more meant to streak
the shady valley of forgetting
Take me back into your awarenes, Ela,
into your life, as real,
never more as doubt or potential of an illusion. .
Within this soul garden there is a crystal stone ,
carrying a carved heart and our initials.
We have crafted it in the very beginning
as a seal.
It is placed in the center of the garden, as a foundation stone.
and symbol for our connection.
In every single moment
again and again
I gift you my heart anew....
I love you and honour you
als my equated consort
and I do ask you
to carry these words
as a gem
inside your part of our common heart...
these words which I have written here
so filled with fervor,
eternally.
In eternal love, faith and dedication
Eli
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JisuWaH5F24
in our tears secret garden
My tears are forming drops upon the paper.
Very tenderly I place the palm of my hand at Eli's cheek.
My lips are forming the three magic words
I can only whisper
He tightly takes me into his arms.
Part 4
Out of the dreams below the water's surface of reality I show up again. Now, what has THAT been? A reality beyond reality, which is the reality of the sphere of Urantia? Does a part from me still dwell in this garden always? Or even my complete self? Is this garden my heart? If this garden was my heart and also the one of Ela then we are always joined there. Well, finally what is going to happen with the other room which did appear to be the sacred space before ? Now, perhaps there are several shelters to comfort - ....
But I do have still some other questions.
Tell me, Eli, how about the earthly mates? Did these also come here in this garden?
Eli looks serious and gives me a hug. This is a question of awareness, he explains to me. Ka-Zen and Joel are not less earthly than your current mate of your now-incarnation. But by their level of conciousness they do have the possiblity to enter into your universal soul garden, while all others who still do have to work towards this level - cannot go further than into your front garden of the universal one, which comes up to be some kind of earthbound soul garden.
And then, there is this part which you chose to exclude. You are not completely aware about all parts of your soul garden. The section we are in now belongs to the relationship of souls which have gained a universal awareness. And this front garden beyond is destinated to the earthly and carmic material partners.
The universal soul garden is eternal, it is in a certain way - an architectonic world inside your heart, which remains unchanged. The soul garden of the material evolutionary world is a region which docks to the universal region. You will need a bit of courage if you intend to move awarely from this side of the soul garden into this front garden, as from here, from this position, you have a higher view which you leave a bit behind when you go there. It is bare to all thunderstorms of human emotional weather, including storm, hail, ice and snow. The seasons do vary according to the mood. This garden seems to recover a bit from the hard times of the past. But still, Ela, you are occupied in a permanent process of redoing and repairing. It seems that the walls come tumbling down quicker than you can do your repairs. In this garden are wheel prints, as if somebody had driven a tractor across your rose beds. There is a high hedgerow separates the front garden from the sight of the universal garden.
In the near future, when our relationship will move to the material level, we will in common open the hedgerow and redo the front garden.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jEmk1zMrkhM&feature=related
Secret Garden The Promise
Your room - your space of the sacred heart, as you call it - does belong to the material soul garden. It is a reflection of a location on the planet, which contains many codes from important incarnations, dressed in forms of appearance of the more modern time. It's a reception, meditative in nature, and a shelter amidst the showers of the material world. Similar to a crayon painting upon the pavement of a road - like in the musical "Mary Poppins", where in you can take a walk . A dimension appearing real, but which is still shifted in relation to the common one. What belongs to this silent space of your very being, is a sophisticated surrounding with joy of life, dynamics and romance, which offers itself to you as soon as you walk outside through the door of this room. However, in your universal soul garden all rooms are open and full of transparency. And I have been always there, with you, but you just have not perceived my presence, as many connections were eluding themselves from your awareness. And it is here, where fusion starts again, and everything you have always been longing for.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=URYPHb5sAWY&feature=related
secret garden sanctuary
He is standing vis-à-vis to me, so close that our noses get in touch, and he is smiling so broad, that pit marks appear in his face. I believe - he considers - it was worth it sending Gabriel to you!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2-pKHLx08H4
Secret Garden Serenade to spring / the promise of hope
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dedicated to all
who are being carried by their yearning
for fusion
with their great
universal love.
