For me, sacred images are sometimes filled with life and potency and sometimes not. The important ones explode as gifts from the hinterlands of the psyche. They are intensely moving, perhaps shocking, certainly state altering. They may be nurturing and easy to welcome. They may be surprising and demand unlooked-for adjustments. Over time they may continue to be influential, changing and developing with me. They may become formal and emblematic – no longer living yet still anchoring insight. Eventually they may fade. Such images are not possessions. Attempts to grasp or hoard them do not work.
I call my path a Sophian Way. I have an icon of Sophia on my desk and I check in with her from time to time. It still feels authentic and makes sense to me. At the same time, I am aware of how much has changed since Sophia erupted into my life twelve years ago.
In the summer of 2007, I was immersed in my OBOD Druid studies. It was one of the few times in my life when I have cleared whole days for ritual work, and whole days for recovering afterwards. I found the work generating its own momentum, in some ways fulfilling the agenda of my course and in some ways pointing in a different-seeming direction. Images and dreams of dove feathers, either falling or lying on the ground – and then their actuality – became very prominent. Key images and ankh images were present as well.
The powerful dove imagery evoked
Goddess associations from the Pagan tradition and Holy Spirit from the Judaeo-Christian
one. To honour both, I found a reference in a modern Gnostic group ( www.thepearl.org/ ) that seemed to fit:
“Mortals have been created to
dwell in the Garden of delights. … In the Garden stands the holy Tree of Life.
High in its branches sings a bird. Listen to the voice of the bird, for when
you are properly aligned with heaven and earth, she will tell you all things. …
This bird or dove is also called
This felt like an authentic, and unifying, message for me because of its attitude towards the Garden. I as a human belong there. My belonging is not in question. There is one tree, the tree of life. The ‘knowledge’ aspect, such a disaster in mainstream Christianity, is very different here. There’s no apple to pick from the bough, but a bird who will sing to me. But something is expected of me, all the same, if I want to enhance my life and understanding. I am asked to align myself with heaven and earth. If I do this, I am assured that “she will tell you all things”. I don’t understand this as a discourse on metaphysics. I understand it as me listening in another key, listening to bird song in this metaphor, and so refining my sensitivity. For me, the imagery of the tree and the singing bird high in its branches is as resonant of a Shamanic or Pagan world view as it is of a Gnostic or Christian one. I do not have to choose.
The Pearl website turns to Joseph Campbell, a modern
spokesman for the meaning of myth, on this point. He says: “people say that
what we’re all seeking is the meaning of life. I don’t think that’s what we’re
really seeking. I think that what we are seeking is an experience of being
alive, so that our life experiences on the purely physical plane will have
resonances within out innermost being and reality … as we get to know our
innermost being we receive the keys that open up a life that is truly Life, for
it is everlasting”.
My own sense of the ‘Life everlasting’ doesn’t pre-suppose
an afterlife, re-incarnation, or any other world. Eternity, if anywhere, is
present in the now. The song of the bird represents a neurosomatic wisdom, not
a cognitive one, of living connectedness within one stream of life.
What I like about this reminiscence is that I have been given a chance to renew my sense of Sophia by returning to source. The original work is well-documented, so I haven’t had to rely on memory. I had completely forgotten about the ‘Pearl’ group. I’m also glad that I’ve seen more than first time round in terms of the tree and birdsong. At the time, I just recorded the images and threw down the references. It has renewed my relationship to the Sophia image in the now.
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