On a darkened wall on the darkest night, a tiny bird opened it’s beak and from it’s heart came the sweetest song. The song rent the darkness and for a moment the darkness parted. For a split second the density shifted to light and a spark of hope appeared. The girl saw that spark and it kindled something in her heart. The shift was subtle but sure. It wasn’t strong enough to shift the darkness enveloping her, but it was enough for her to see it was possible that the darkness wasn’t forever. She had left but she hadn’t yet arrived.
The girl was known as a whisperer. She heard whispers and sometimes she could create them. These whispers were of the soul kind and she never knew when they would appear. Mostly they were life changing if she let them be. She’d never seen the face or known the name of their source until a certain day when a name was finally given. Malkiel. ‘Know this name and keep it close, it is the name of your angel. That name has power upon your lips’, she heard.
Her brow furrowed as she pondered this new circumstance. Could it be that something new is coming? She’d been so long in the darkness of a debt. Could it really be that today a door had finally opened? She whispered to the whisperer ‘Is this real? Hope thwarted is painful’. The reply was swift and succinct. A simple ‘yes’.
For days leading up to this day she’d had the feeling she wasn’t alone, that she had help, that change was coming. She’d heard whispers that she was like a seed, full of everything she needed for a full life. Already full. She was like a tree seed. Nothing more needed.
She reached for a book on angels and opened it totally randomly to a name virtually the same as Malkiel. Angel names are known to morph and shift. They often have many variants, like waves on the ocean that flow and shift. This name was linked to Carnelian and breaking through, ‘like a seed breaks through it’s case’ she thought. She sat down and noticed at her feet a single conker. She looked around the room, many were sat there, not a single one had a tree seed by their feet. This was destiny whispering to her again. ‘The time to break through is coming. It’s near. You’ll have help and you have the name and colour of your angel now. Malkiel. A name is an invocation. Now you have yours’.
She kept that tree seed by her bed, with a carnelian. The two looked identical in shape and colour, this pleased her. Sometimes she would place them under her pillow at night. Holding them felt like asking for help. Sure enough, beyond her wildest dreams, the darkness started to lift. She started to experience what it was like to live in the light, with warmth upon her skin. It was bliss but so alien to her. She kept falling into her old ways from years of dark dwelling and slowly the light began to fade. A sliver of a shiver in her heart wondered if that was all the freedom she’d experience in her life. Just a few short days. Then she remembered the sweet song of that bird in the night, the conker, the carnelian and the angel. ‘All the healing you need is within you. Just trust. Live as if you were in the light and the light will come. Don’t try too hard. It is already so’.
She looked forward and knew there was no one path. She must tread her own. To live in the light meant living well, honoring what her body needed, soul needed and the presence of spirit. Where would she start? With a whole universe of possibilities before her, where would she place her foot?
Silently she thanked that tiny bird on the darkest night, that spark that was like glimpsing a long forgotten key, and she took that first step.
Intu-Yoga 