The Dark Tower

There they stood, ranged along the hillsides, met
To view the last of me, a living frame
For one more picture! In a sheet of flame
I saw them and I knew them all. And yet
Dauntless the slug-horn to my lips I set,
And blew. ’Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came.

Robert Browning


In the moments it took to sit still and open this document, tears flowed. Again, no content. No message.  Quan Yin is the Bodhisattva of Compassion whose name in Chinese is roughly translated to One Who Hears the Cries of the World. She is the embodiment of loving kindness.

As I listened to the message of Samuel, a channeled entity I know from a previous incarnation, the message was clear. Unlike his group processing sessions, he gave a clear direction. Helios Vesta, our sun, is streaming new information into this dimension. Light is the carrier. We are the Light. It all sounds so trivial unless you can feel the impact of the photons into your core being.

The New Year’s message was the 2014 was about preparing the body. 2015 will be the year of bringing the changes into the astral/emotional/intellectual body. I’ve missed the informing presence of Samuel – always a message of acceptance and love. Yet as I meditated through his online session, insight aligned with his words.

Samuel spoke of being IN the world. This was the charter I gave my last gathering of my group. Go BE the light of the world. Many of them have. Others have gone to finish their own personal work. Blessings on all of them. Some emerged as leaders of their own twelve. Twelve – the sacred number that comprised my own name. Twelve.

Reading back on earlier posts here reminded me of Ron informing me that he had integrated the “dreambody” or the sambhoghakaya body into his physical being. And I too have merged the astral with my physical awareness. I don’t have to meditate to be clairvoyant. It simply is there anymore. Now, I sense my “dark night of the soul” is an integration of my dharmakaya or diamond body into alignment with this physical body. Suddenly the tears make sense. The body that is aware within the dark tower is being integrated. The dark tower is a place where karma is balanced, is a void between lives, and a reflection of the next stage of work. Suddenly the solstice ritual makes sense.

The group body as my former teacher had built is no longer in existence. On solstice, the Twelve shared a collective formation with him. That twelve many of my former students and peers will recognize immediately. Matriarchy embraces patriarchy. The Hieros Gamos or sacred marriage is consummated.

As this insight reverberated,  Samuel was telling his group that the next stage of spiritual work is to become the light in the community, to work for the betterment of all within it. The work to reach the status of the hermit on the mountain top is illusionary after all; the work is within the world.