Monoliths are mysterious to many of us. They evoke a deep appreciation for their enigmatic presence: questions of origins, their record keeping potentials, their possible positions as sentinels for our beloved planet and witnesses to its journey.
I see monoliths as metaphors for the unmasked human. Even gazing at humans in this way seems to elicit this other-realm reality in others . I say this because of the privilege of seeing the souls of many, and beholding those souls as a mirror to their humans. We experience the awe of discovery and instinctual expression of the records carried of home and other-realm journeys and our deep caring that often stands guard on behalf of others. Now I know that we don't need (as often) someone else to tell us these things. These things are emerging because of the right conditions, conditions that honor and appreciate life.
What if perceiving someone as ancient was a means of cracking the code to life? Might we help each unlock their own hall of records, their origins as guardians or witnesses? Imagining that opens us to the realm of curiosity, a place of non-judgement. In that place of non-judgement, can we hold space for the appearance of ancient and future life?
so much love.