Divine Love

Boom! Boom! Boom! The onomatopoeic sound filled the room, Beckha’s eyes opening slightly whilst her ears adjusted to the echoic noise as she woke. She inhaled deeply, she could smell the mix of lavender and frankincense, that she often had diffusing throughout her bedroom. The gentle smell satisfying Beckha’s nostrils as she drifted into the sensuality of life. Her white silk sheets softly covering her naked body, she felt their love as she playfully rolled from side to side. She giggled and enjoyed the sensual caressing of their silky lustre across her buttocks, she rolled to play a little more, as her smooth skin and the silk collide in sensual wonder. Beckha wondered if that was what spiders felt like with their butts full of silk. Is that what they did when they ran their little legs together as the spun their webs. She stopped mid roll to gaze upon her chairs. As antiques go, the two green velvet chairs each side of the bay window were her favourite pieces. They were the only thing Beckha stayed attached to; everything and everyone else, long gone. She traced each leg with her eyes, caressing the carved wood like a lover in waiting, she knew how they felt, and they always held her beautifully. Beckha pretended sometimes that she was the craftsman, creating such splendour with her decorous hands; how she loved those chairs. Her morning ritual: think of all the beauty she has seen and fill her existence with it, she was always happy, happy all the time, unless of course, if she wasn’t.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The sound was back, it must be the barn door downstairs, she thought. Beckha never locked her house anyway, so she wasn’t too concerned by the noise. The “old barn”, which she called her home now. She lived hidden in the mountains, it’s the place she now called home. The “old barn” was an old barn which she bought years back and was a derelict space at best. The price however was too good to refuse, and she had enough money left over to fully renovate. She created an absolute masterpiece, the old barn getting more love than it probably had ever seen. She created her room high in the rafters taking up at least a third of the roofs space, it overlooked the open plan living area downstairs, with a glass roof so she could see the stars every night. There were two sets of large French doors opening onto two verandas. A small one where Beckha had her morning chai and the other large one, which looked towards the mountains. It was the home she always dreamed of. There were so many little features, all little wonders and elegance of homes she has stayed in along the way. Beckha finally found her home, the “old barn” a place where she was nothing except herself; a place where she was happy; a place where no one created a story of her that simply was not true. She had lived her for five years, she was not asked to leave, she had been allowed to stay here all this time and for that she was happy. It was her place, a place that even if she was on her own, she was never really lonely.

Boom! Boom! boom! Now that she was awake, she realised, the sound of three by three, boom boom boom….. boom boom boom....boom boom boom… The power of three by three, the Christ Consciousness, the mind body spirit, the angels and service were calling her again. This is what Beckha meant about never being lonely, she was never alone, and as an angel of truth, Beckha could not attach to anyone or anything, even this “old barn”, her mansion of the heart, would have to be left behind, if the powers that be, call her to service. She knew this, she learned this a long time ago, her love was for everyone, and those that attached to her were always burned and broken, in the end, and whilst Beckha knew it was all perfect, the humanness of the pain became too much her Beckha body to bare. She jumped out of bed, grabbed her robe. Her singing bowls and drum starting to play on their own downstairs, it was time to see who was calling. Beckha stepped onto the small veranda and looked across the lawn, and then she saw it, it was time to travel again.

The morning dew was covering the grass as the sun was rising in the East, however neither of these were the callers of the heart.

She remembered her thought this morning about spiders and as she looked to the trees, she could see the webs built before dusk the night before glistening with the dawn of the new morning. Beckha watched intensely, she let her heart drift, whilst her eyes lay fixed on the web. She let out a call, it was a language of light, as if to someone in the room, her body shaking yet her mind clear and her heart leading the way.

“Have you ever looked at a spider web in the morning, when the droplets of morning dew, sparkle”, Beckha said, to the someone in the room. “Each sparkle, glistening like mini kaleidoscope rainbowed universes. It’s breathtakingly beautiful”. As the sun shines through each dewdrop, she was observing all the dancing drips that cover the spider’s dragline of the mastered silk that it created the night before. In these moments, life slows down, it’s the noticing, watching and waiting for divinity to speak. These are the moments of anticipation, an eagerness to dance in divinity with the spiders calling her. These insects devise a divine beauty so much different from our own. Beckha knew some people hated spiders, squealing and swatting each one they find. However, not Beckha, she finds spiders fascinating, their little faces, with adorning eyes or their little spinnerets, with microscopic spigots excreting their silk to create their artistic goodness that is their web, she loved them. She spoke out loud again; “If you know what I know about spiders, they are not just web making, insect catching, blood drinking creatures with eight legs, even though this is also true”.

Beckha continued, "Spiders are from a magical land, a three-dimensional universe, much different to ours.” “This is why they are both alien and fascinating to us" she stated. "They are weavers of sacred geometry and because they are from a place with no gravity, they have no limitations, they are not from this universe and have travelled through the portal of Sirius to get here”. “There is a lot I could say about Sirius, the animals and beings that come from there except this story is about spiders, so I can always tell you more stories later.” “Spiders do have an intergalactic purpose here on earth, as you will soon discover”. Beckha drifted deeper into trance.

Beckha was entranced, the web, dewdrops and these little rainbow vortexes glistened in the light of the morning sun. All that was heard now was the hypnotic sound of Beckha’s breathing, as she sank deeper into her heart. Beckha watched as each little kaleidoscope started vibrating; firstly, it was barely noticeable, yet as her breathing continued, each drop started to create an opening in the web. Beckha watched as each flawless inhalation and exhalation expanded each circular rainbow of geometry opening to create a portal. Beckha knew it was almost time. She could see the portal clearer, it was a portal between worlds, a portal not many get to travel through. You would think Beckha would be scared; however, she was not, this was not her first trip into different dimensions.

There had been many adventures into different existences where she had joined an insect, a bird, a land or aquatic animal, even other beings, whether human or not, on their adventures. They are always happy to give Beckha their wisdom and knowledge as they knew she was always willing to learn. It is why they all came for her, she loved to listen, she loved to learn, and she was always humbled by their love, yet as their friend, their confidante and their ally too, they gracefully reminded her that Beckha was just as magical and beautiful to them as they were to her.

"Yes Spiders, it was time for spiders" she whispered.

As Beckha watched each droplet, the room started to disappear along with the trees, the sounds, the barn, the sky, nothing left except the sparkling silky web of wonder. Each droplet beginning to spin in a counter-clockwise motion, with this her chakras too spinning counter-clockwise in perfect harmony, her body beginning to vibrate too, an ecstasy beyond compare, it was the divine feminine essence oozing from every cell in her DNA whilst the masculine essence started spinning clockwise, encapsulating the feminine energetic flow within her bodily structure, as each vibration intensified, she felt the orgasmic flow of energy opening the Merkabah. As the spider’s geometry twisted and turned, the Merkabah light field opened, the two tetrahedrons bringing balance beyond the polarity of earth, the magnetic field unified within. As she entered the spider’s universe, the gravity shifts, the Merkabah surrounds her, Beckha’s body disappearing into the vortex becoming nothing except light. This was certainly Beckhas favourite part. The interdimensional glass elevator, or the Merkabah was where she sees it all, the sacred geometry allowing for interstellar travelling to access multi-dimensional portals in all spaces in and out of time, creating colours, patterns and sounds that would drive some to madness, or bliss depending on their density. Beckha was dancing in the harmonic wonder. As she entered the galactic flow, the celestial energies, circle about her in full acknowledgement and respect. Beckha honourably entered the microcosm of the web into the macrocosm of the Divine Feminine harmonic frequency, ready for the divine feminine world of spiders.

Some go through the central sun to travel intergalactically, Beckha seemed to have direct access to any dimension in time, space within any galaxy or system ever created, in the past, present or future. Beckha’s soul was an important one, not that any soul isn’t, it’s just that her blueprint required a lot of endurance, determination and most of all love, a love that went beyond herself to the preservation of not only those she loved, yet also those on her planets, within her solar system, with in any galaxy in space and in time, Beckha prayed for love, and she prayed for Peace. They all seemed to seek her as much as she seemed to seek them, they were seeking each other, a divine dance of unconditional love within the deep prayer for peace. Beckha was the peacekeeper, which meant she was also the harmoniser, yet sometimes harmony did not come without fire, as Beckha knew, sometimes as a seraph, people got burned.

As the kaleidoscope spun faster, there was no edge, no boundary and she became one with the colours, sounds and lights, in that moment Beckha ceased to exist. The vacuous motion bringing the peace and beauty and it was then she felt the vibration, the column of lights, which she was one, were ready to communicate. Even though there were no words where she was, the vibration communicated effortlessly. Welcome back Beckha, we have a mission for you, in the universe of spiders, do you accept with your own free will. She knew her Beckha body sighed in that moment, yet her heart knew the answer, it always knew the answer. She responded “For Divine Love, I say yes, with my free will, I commit to service.

(C) Rebecca Clarkson 2021