Timely messages
Both of the following, a quotation and then the horoscope itself, came in the weekly horoscope e-mail I receive. They seemed particularly applicable as I grapple with the mysteries of the universe and try to make my way through this place called loss.
"Ultimately what we’re touching is the invisible, all-pervasive Intelligence that surrounds us and penetrates us. It is grooming us to be able to tolerate its splendor. It can’t just reveal itself openly because we would be forfeited; we’d never know what hit us." –Terence McKenna
SCORPIO (Oct. 23-Nov. 21): In 1971, astronaut Edgar Mitchell was the sixth person to walk on the moon. Since then he has cultivated an interest in the paranormal. At one point he asked Buddhist lama Norbu Chen to attempt a psychic healing of his mother, who was legally blind. Norbu’s magic worked. Mom’s sight returned, and she was ecstatic. A few days later, however, she made a discovery that horrified her: Norbu wasn’t a Christian like her. "My mother believed that if such healing didn’t come from a Christian," says Mitchell, "then it must come from Satan, and she didn’t want to be healed by Satan." She then had a dramatic relapse, completely losing the gift Norbu had bestowed. The moral of the story, Scorpio: Don’t let your beliefs get in the way of your healing.
Along those same lines, I picked up a bumper sticker recently that says "Don’t believe everything you think."
One of the most comforting things anyone said or sent to me was a quotation sent by a blogger friend in England: “One sees clearly only with the heart; Anything essential is invisible to the eye.” Antoine de Saint-Exupery–The Little Prince
I was thrust into what I call The Mystery without my consent and against my desires, but here I am, trying to take in what I can of it as it makes itself known to me. Some people call it God; some people call it the Goddess, the Creator, a higher power, or the Tao. I cannot name it; it is not personified for me, and I believe it is too vast for anybody to realistically think they have a handle on it. But nonetheless, the fact that I believe in a Mystery at all is enough; I didn’t always. And to know that my Sweetheart is not dead in spirit, and loves and watches over me still, while it doesn’t make me miss him any less, it at least keeps me living my life, if not with great panache, until the day comes when I will be able to tolerate the splendor.