My Jericho
Posted on | March 3, 2011 | No Comments
as written February 28, 2009
There are some things that Adam has told me that are even too sacred to my heart to ever be written down. But what happened, today…must be, regardless. For most of my life, I have always felt some aspect of my own heart; some quiet yearnings, incessant screaming, gentle tapping, always thrumming in the background like a strong hummingbird paused in the air. But never, have I actually seen what the inside of my heart looks like. I have glimpsed her from the outside; a massive shape in all sorts of stages of repair and growth and pain. But never, have I opened up my eyes and seen the actual visual of what lies therein. Until today, when Adam walked me into my heart.
Adam: There have not been many, but for those of us who can see the blueprints in your eyes – we have no choice but to build. You, are a Heavenly Mother in the making.
Monica: I…have no words for that…except the feeling inside that makes it seem like my ribs will break. I feel so much love and because of that I can believe that what you say and see is true. There have been those sent: builders…gardeners…to repair, to make beautiful, to help grow.
Adam: Yes. We are building a kingdom of heaven within your heart.
Monica: Ah…Adam – how do you feel such things?! How do you see them?! I don’t know – but as soon as you said that, I got the picture. The image.
Adam: You saw it…
Monica: The unbearable truth, of…”Mother…” Like this story of my heart is the one that will be told, because it was and is the beginning of an entire kingdom. A world, even bigger than that. That I am an embryo, a Heavenly Mother in the making…
Adam: YES. And your worthiness is not in question.
Monica: I feel heaven smile, as I…barely…entertain the pictures I’m seeing. It’s almost unbearable to believe such things.
Adam: So many smiles.
Monica: It is…probably the biggest step….to accept what it is you are.
Adam: No, it is for sure.
Monica: Yes, I know now. Oh man…I’m seeing and feeling even more, as I sit here. When you see who you are…it gives others permission to see you as that as well. And themselves. I am flying in the sky over my heart...racing past the unlimited land. There is no boundary. There is no end. My heart has no end. I can see until I can see no more, but somehow I know it all. Every blade of grass, every broken branch, every grain of sand – for it is my own. And my own are forsaken not.
Adam: Never.
Monica: I’m pretty much frozen here, in my chair…my body – just imploded.
Adam: Good, stay there and take it in.
Monica: Sonic booms, the core of earths cracking in half. The walls coming down…
Adam: Let the images burn into your eyes so they will never leave again.
Monica: I hear them sing I hear them sing…”She see’s who she is.” She sees. There is much joy in heaven for this day. I did not even know then, before I came…that this is who I was. It is beautiful in here. The places on this earth that I have seen that resonate with me, already exist here within me.
Adam: See why we who love you try to stay?…
Monica: Smile. The earth…the sky…the water…the mountains…the fire…the ice – the earth within my heart. There exists worlds within me – I am beautiful. I am powerful. I have just claimed my own birthright. I am…
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