I could honestly title this whole blog, “Rise Again.”
That is what it’s about, my rebirth. It’s an ongoing process, not a one time event, although I do mark the significant shifts I made in 1985 as a beginning.
I love the name “Anastacia.”
It means “one who shall rise again” or “resurrection.”
It’s a theme for my life. I am constantly in the rebirth of rising again. Yes, like a phoenix from the ashes. I have an American Indian name that, when I use the whole name, means the same thing. The part I share is Deer Song.
It feels like I am in the middle of another deeply transformative time. One of my astrologers, Topaz Weis, in Vermont, tells me that in a couple of years I will be a very different person . . . again. She was with me the last time this happened. She has been good guidance for almost 11 years. Look her up. I’ll post a link when I have one.
I’ve been thinking of writing this blog for months now. I knew I wanted to call it “Rise Again.” But then I stopped. There is so much to say about this. For me, it is everything.
So many hundreds and thousands of people have had a rebirth experience and everyone else is looking for it.
I think that the culture and understandings of your own worldview do a lot to color these experiences when they happen. A Christian will say they are “born again.” A Buddhist will speak of “satori” and “samadhi.” In English, we might say “englightenment.”
A science fiction writer, Spider Robinson, talked about it as the rising again of the entire race, and he called it “homo caelestis,” or heavenly human, humans who have reborn into a life among the stars. Arjuna Ardagh calls it “homo lucidus,” or in English, translucent humans.
I really liked what Ardagh had to say about it in “Translucent Revolution.” The initial experience is more of a beginning than and ending. We may think we can just stop there. We’re done. We can die.
Well, we do die in a way. Who we were is gone. Forever. I’ve never met anyone who could “go back.” Once we are at all awake, it is very difficult to pretend we do not know the truth.
What truth?
Well, that depends partly on the culture and understanding in which you interpret the truth you have experienced.
But basically, to me, the truth is that we are One. We are not separate. Not from ourselves and not from God. This Presence is always with us. Emmanuel, God With Us. We can ignore it, but once we know where it is, we cannot pretend we don’t know.
To me, I am now responsible to what I know. It changes my whole life.
Love, Ann