Guest Post: Pele and Eve: A Re-Creation Story

Guest Post by Anonymous.  Anonymous is a single woman in the church who recently vacationed in Hawai’i where she dreamed vividly of a sacred and healing encounter with the feminine divine.

I am in a garden. Night has fallen. I breathe deeply, hold the breath, and then exhale. Air rushes from my body, and, along with it, something more. I release until I become two-dimensional and begin sinking, concave, into the ground.

As I take in air again, the music around me gains momentum. Life force reanimates my lower lungs, upper lungs, the very tips of my extremities. I rise upward, brushing past a veil, almost by accident. Light erupts in blues and greens. All at once, I see her:

Mother in Heaven. Pele. The Feminine Divine.

I didn’t expect this.

She is glorious and good. She radiates with turquoise fire. She is singular and mighty. She is unmistakably female. And she is a Healer. I understand all of this in an instant. It overwhelms me. I cannot stare directly into the blue fire of her countenance. I fall backwards with a long, slow exhale, enveloped by the music.

The music calms, and I find myself submerged in a pool of glowing blue-green water under cover of night. The water is viscous and powerful—full of Mother’s movement and energy and Healing. All is peaceful. I float above my body and notice a small pool of this same water resting on my own torso. A single white plumeria bud floats at the center. Strangely, the rest of my body seems to be made of an earthy, black rock. My eyes are closed.

Parting the veil, Mother extends her hand. I cannot look into her face directly—I only see that blaze of blue and that powerful, gentle outstretched hand. She touches the pool of water on my torso with her finger, and I am pulled back into my body. She calls me to life. She touches me with Healing. Wherever Her light meets black rock, I am enlivened and restored. Her touch is infinitely tender, maternal, capable of delivering a warmth that settles deep and radiates outward.

The Healing is slow, deliberate. Mother touches my xyphoid process, and the tightness unwinds. She delivers energy to my neck, my chest, my lower abdomen. Some areas take much longer than others. Time spins in reverse as past traumas (however small) release and dissipate. One by one, She floods my energy centers with Her Healing power and, in that process, gifts me that same power too.

Deep within my core, I begin to sense something lost and something gained–the lightness of purification and the weightiness of endowment.

“Open your eyes.”

I look down. I am naked but not ashamed. My body has become a glowing entity of iridescent turquoise water. I am now, myself, a being pulsing with light and power and Healing. I am a manifestation of the feminine divine.

“Arise,” says Mother.

I obey.

I stand in the glowing pool and face Her, unable to see Her clearly but feeling Her presence vibrate in every particle around me. Turquoise fish move silently through the water. Other-worldly flora rises from the lake, translucent and glowing. They part to make way as I move through the water towards Mother in the semi-darkness, tears tracing both sides of my face. She asks, with great compassion,

“What do you want?”

Her voice isn’t so much a sound as a feeling.

“Please don’t leave me.” The tears continue.

“I won’t.” She waits a few moments. “What else?”

“I feel pain. Why do I still feel pain after the Healing?”

“Do not resist it; let it wash over you. Listen. What is it telling you?”

“It is telling me to feel.”

“What do you feel?”

“I feel loss.”

“Loss. Yes. We cannot hold everything. We must lose in order to gain.”

“There is more. I feel fear.”

“Look to the power that moves inside of you. It will show you possibility.”

“I feel frustration. This body. If I never give birth or nurse a child, why was I formed this way?”

“You were formed in MY image,” Mother replies, her voice both tender and terrible. The earth vibrates and her voice pierces. “Your body is a metaphor. You were born to create. You give life. You are full of Healing power.”

Suddenly, the iridescent water around me spins and rises, generating human forms who gravitate towards me, seeking energy and light, connected to one another through my power. I feel a deep sense of energy, purpose, and calm. The light grows.

“That is right.”

But is it enough?

“What else?” Mother asks.

“My. . .Other? Will I ever find them?”

The water-figures disappear. The energy calms. Mother falls silent for a moment.

“You do not need such a person. But if finding your Other is the desire of your heart, then you will.”

“How?”

“Look down. Do you see the place at your very core where you are still stone? Pluck it out. Give that stone to me.”

I obey, handing the stone at my core to Mother. It leaves behind a hole that the glowing water does not fill. I am suddenly very conscious of that hole.

Mother takes the stone in her hand and transforms it into a gem that glows inwardly with iridescent blue water-light, like a turquoise heart. I reach out to take the stone, ready to return it to my own body, but Mother stops me.

“This is not for you. Hold it. Keep it with you. Find the person missing this piece of themselves, and give them your stone. It will complete them. They will also bring a stone, and theirs will fill you as nothing else could. You will both be complete.”

“How?”

“Pain transformed by Healing is mighty—especially when shared with your Other.”

“Can you show me my Other?”

Mother shakes her head. “I cannot. But here is the feeling.”

All at once, I am approaching a third entity through a hazy, suspended mist. The shape and form shifts—sometimes clear, sometimes blurred, but always glowing with iridescent blue light. I extend my hand, and the form before me extends theirs. We meet, and Healing occurs. This is not frenetic, kinetic energy but a profound sense of oneness and connection. I am calm. Totally at peace. I exhale, and everything within and around me relaxes.

“That is right,” Mother says.

The images dissolve.

I turn to Mother again. “Don’t leave. I’ve been so lonely without you.”

She smiles.

“My child, I could never leave, even if I wanted to. Every place I have touched and Healed you has become me. I am in you. And you will take me and my Healing to others.”

I sit in silence, sensing the import of this calling. Mother is a Healer. I, too, must Heal.

“What if the Healing is undone? What if I return to stone?” I ask.

“We will repeat the Healing as often as it takes.”

The light begins to fade, and I feel myself being pulled away.

“Don’t leave!” I call out a third time. “How will I find you?”

The voice comes from a distance now, and the answer is simple: “Pray.”

Then She is gone, and I am left gazing upwards into the wide night sky, my tears still coursing two wet paths down each side of my face, my whole being unaccountably but profoundly transformed.

Standing slowly, I dry my tears and leave the garden, alone yet eternally connected.