From Heart To Heart Vol.6 Nov.2002

That blue-tinged atmosphere immediately put me at ease, given my natural fondness for the color in all its shades. I was however, wondering if these inner rejoices of mine were lived the same way by the other candidates to this unusual experience. I entertained the thought that my fellow companions were most likely perceiving different colors, due to their inner harmony with a particular color of the spectrum. No answer contrary to my thought came to me, thus I concluded that in all probability, my intuition had faithfully registered the right hypothesis.

I must here reveal that we were warned of this beautiful faculty of learning by osmosis that would be our share during our stay in this celestial place. So, the gnosis would be communicated by inner tuning without a word uttered. That is why I quickly concluded that my thought regarding the relativity in the perception of the colors was ipso facto correct.

This Temple was vibrant, immediate evidence to the sanctification of this place by ceremonies such as the one I was privy to and very likely by some other ones marked with a more reverential seal. Exhalations, gaseous at first sight, leaped from oval vases, placed at different spots of the Temple. They spread a strange blend of different fragrances which scents were unfamiliar to me. The novelty of these fragrances took nothing away from the general well being I was already cuddled in, as the reactions of my soul attested to the fact. I must say that objective and subjective were already, since I entered this place, pure notions of convenience and could not in any case be the gauge of the vibratory density of this true Eden, nor even attempt to promote a semblance of a referential mark.

On the four cardinal points were stations with one or several officers at each of them, all wearing a veil on their heads and all dressed in a manner to confer to this ceremony its extraordinary character…I was taken to one of the stations where I were to be facing the Great Priestess of the Temple who was serving in person, as we were told ahead of time. Things were said, things were understood; angelical songs started and responses given. All that would contribute to making my "blueished" experience the most intense was on. Everything needed; everything, including this smile, since long ago engraved in me and that… Ô gracious! I was here encountering once more.
The veil of the Great Priestess had allowed me to guess a face all too familiar and the smile to me offered afterward, as she lifted it, while looking straight into my eyes, did the rest…I was only half surprised to discover whose face was being uncovered to me, in this holy place. So much beauty and serenity, so much intense joy, intense to the numbing point, such profound harmony in my blue-tinged atmosphere…of a turquoise, could not, for sure be complete, without the presence of the one who, at the end of my part of the ceremony, was going to personally take me to the antechamber contiguous to the Temple. I was left there, with great delicacy to the care of the lady guardian of this antechamber.

I felt a strong urge to project into words some of the feelings of the moment. My human side was strongly demanding to exercise its prerogatives; simple and necessary. The wall in front of me, also blue, served as a papyrus on which my word-thoughts were precipitated…a poem to me came:

"As I plunged into the blue water,
Unaware of the depth of it;
As I dwelled in the recesses of my soul,
The bliss, my only torch carried,
The continuum of Eternity, through me shined.
Standing on the Altar of this Temple,
Familiar to my eyes and my other senses,
A Beautiful Being waited, smiling at me.
Love had, through many centuries,
embroidered between us a Silver Lace;
A voiced pact, to it, had spelled the link.
As I stood, staring at her,
A gracious gesture of her invited me...
Disciple and Master, alternately,
In the journey to the realization of Self,
We had assumed our roles at the Altar.
To Love...and to Be, to cherish...and to forgo,
The silent influence of our mortal nature,
Had infused our hearts with so much attachment...
Attachment to each other, a strong desire. underwater3

When, at the solemn moment,
My eyes met hers, the word pronounced...the Verb,
Echoed in my soul in a thousand waves,
The vibrato of "my Beloved Love"...
She initiated me to the nth Degree;
She manifested, yet, another thread to the Lace.
I Love you...I Love you, Ô my Love, I murmured.
A ray of a purple color shined through,
Then followed by the duality of yellow and blue...
One with the other...forever...
Ô, my Dear Love...I uttered."

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