Holding The Sacred; Touched by the Sacred
© Neva J Howell, All Rights Reserved

I stood with my hands outstretched and a Pipe was extended.

It was heavy, black, old and odd .... this artifact I call sacred because of what happened when it touched me.

There the Pipe danced, moving thru thick air toward my hand and .....

that very instant .....

the moment stone touched flesh

the world changed for me and I changed in it, cell to cell.

Physically shaking

Deeply sobbing

I did not know why I wept but ....

I felt like I was coming home,
or home was coming home to me.

It was reunion.

It was family.

Whatever this was, this precious something held in the Pipe, waiting for someone to receive ...

this that was touching me, burning me, flowing through me, changing me at a cellular level ....

this was family and family knew me even though I had forgotten them. I wept, I wept, I wept.

There was a scent, precious and sweet, supernatural.

It lasted but seconds. It was not of this earth.

I could use a great deal more words. I am a word merchant. That would not be a problem.

The problem is that, no matter how many words I used, I couldn't convey the power of that few moments. I could not say all that I felt and knew.

To be seen, by those who love you most deeply and who have missed you, to be recognized and reunited with more of who you really are - what words can express that?

It changed me, this touch from another time and place.

I was touched, burned thru, changed and still. Very still. More on Direct Energy Transfers

What followed that brief but unspeakably powerful baptism of energy was unexpected.

I had thought all would shift yet certainly not in the way it did. What followed was the abrupt and total tearing away of everything I considered meaningful in my life - My deepest and most intimate relationship, the peaceful place I had called home, the spiritual work I had been doing - all utterly gone.

More deeply troubling was the absence of any sense of who I was, why I was alive, or what I was to do with the rest of my life. For years, I could not function as a real person in the real world.

Even years later, I remained unable to fully be here on the earth for the longing I had for home.

I seemed stuck in the knowing but unable to bring the frequency I had received into a gift I could share with others. I knew this was part of the reason the gift came yet I felt incapable of sharing what I had been given.

Now, it is time. I am learning that I have survived the holocaust of my soul. I am discovering that I can walk with this energy and offer the gift of service from that place of transformation that so utterly transformed me.

Whenever any one of us goes thru a passage of intiation, we are then able to gift the resulting frequency to others, so that the same degree of challenge and suffering we went thru is not necessary for them.

I've received the benefit of frequencies such as this from many along my path and I realize that part of the reason for going thru what I did was so I could give back. The frequency of what has transformed in me is available to you, reading this. Just ask and breathe it in.

Should be share spacetime together?


What is a Sacred Initiation?