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Energy of St. Thomas, Calling My Soul Home
Water warm and salty Lulling me under her spell Siren calling to my soul Each splashing wave Teaming with life Dancing about with intrinsic pull Misting the humid air In sweet surrender Dark expanse encompassing all Stars dotted about like freckles on fair skin La Luna beckoning me home Sky meets sea becoming one enthrall
The energy of St. Thomas is magical. It’s hard to describe the beauty in words. Part of a ring of islands in the Caribbean, the Virgin Islands’ history is speckled with ownership from one empire to another. Being here, it is clear why empire has always had a foothold. This is a magnetic place—the clustering of islands create the bounds for an energy vortex.
Enter the vortex with me.
We took the dingy out to the center of the bay. Tied off to a buoy, we sat adrift, enjoying the water and moon and stars.
Only a few lights speckled on the far off island. Surrounded by total darkness, the eyes adjust and there’s this magic night vision bestowed. The shadows have more nuance in shape, creating a spatial clarity.
I’ve been in many beautiful places of pure nature, but this was different.
The water has a magnetic pull—a true siren. She beckons with ancient energy, pleading me to join her in experiencing the one. I now understand how people lose themselves to the sea. I was just dipping my hand in the warm, salty current and she called me to submerge my whole being. I had the sensation that if I were to jump, she would hold me and transform me… maybe into a mermaid haha. But more so in healing energy—it was the Mother calling her creation home. I’ve never felt such an intrinsic pull before.
The water was teeming with life. Little fishes hopping about, almost jumping into the boat a couple times. Even the seaweed bloom was living—a regurgitation of the circle of life and plea for us to see the state of the great Mother.
And the moon! La Luna was beaming bright, casting light for all to follow. The way she reflected on the water… entering that beam of light was a fairy portal, offering transcendence into another dimension with a wink and shimmer. I wish I experienced her full—I missed her fullness by a couple days, the full moon was on Monday past, and today is Saturday. Even her waning light was unbelievably potent. She was so low to the horizon, just peeking above where the sea meets the sky. She gradually moved to mid-heaven, kissing the stars with her luminance.
The stars popped out one by one, showing up shyly before unleashing their full brilliance. I’m less familiar with the constellations—it could be this location or time of the year—yet, Orion’s Belt was clear as always. Even then stars were calling me into oneness. They speckled the sky like the freckles on my skin. I really am the microcosm of the universe.
I wonder, does Mother Earth feel me as innately as I feel her? Do the stars yearn for my gaze—simply to be witnessed in their brilliance—as I yearn to bask in their light?
There’s an energetic osmosis of sorts—the stars pouring out their life force energy for all to soak in—just like the sun. Where the sun is all consuming in its energetic abundance—the stars are a butterfly kiss on the face, sweet and unassuming, gentle in their symbiotic energetic exchange. They don’t demand attention—rather, offer it unassumingly to those who have the chance to look up and bless themselves with true sight.
This combination of nature is intoxicating. I know I’m meant to seek these places out—this is truly experiencing all that life has to offer.
I’m simply a cell in the existence of the great Mother, but I’m also a total and perfect reflection of the universe—all encompassing in energy, exploring the ability to experience itself.
We are the same consciousness bound by different organic mass. In the way that Earth experiences itself through the ripple of the current, the breeze kissing the treetops, the firm steadiness of packed earth and rocks—I am experiencing this body. All its shapes and crevices, subtle movements and languid motions, the waves of emotion, the drive for action, and reverence for simply being. My breath, like the wind, breathes energy through me, just as my blood, like the water, emanates currents of essential life force energy. My body, of the earth, is the container for it all. And my soul, the radiating consciousness sparking all experience.
Everything I feel is the manifestation of experience, of the movement of energy—from the pinpricks in my feet from sitting for too long to the wind blowing my hair tickling my cheek, intoxicating me in my own scent mixed with the salty air, to the slight stickiness constantly coating my skin, a moisturizer from nature herself, offering nourishment to my dry desert cells.
Time and time again, life reveals to me my greatest purpose—like an onion, each layer slowly pulling back to reveal deeper being-ness, true immersion with the one. This is the true purpose, everything else is a microcosm coloring my individuated journey. I know I will always be seeking reminders to enter this state of being. Not frantically, rather, a coming home, back to self and back to one. This is the energetic balance the soul asks for—a balm that soothes the harshness of human experience.
I’m so grateful for the opportunity to experience the essence of life. This awareness is a true gift. As I surrender fully to life, life—the universe—surrenders to me. Literally creating the opportunities to experience itself more fully, me simply along for the ride. I experience this ride tenderly in my heart, holding it dear as I sit in the place of being love.
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