For the past few months, even a year, I've come to consider Monday as my personal "sabbath." I don't regard it as a "Sabbath" in the traditional sense, as I don't follow the mainstream. *My* definition here is mostly a dedicatory day, where I go about my usual job hunt, article and story writing, that sort of thing, but I pay special, mindful attention to the heavenly body that Monday was named after: the Moon...and the Moon's accompanying Deity, the Great Goddess.
It's secular, cultural "tradition" for people to roll their eyes at "Monday" because for a lot of folks, Monday is associated with an intense dislike of their day jobs, and a desire to do something else in their life. However, for me, it is a day to be a bit extra contemplative...to be more absorbed in the I-AM Presence, and as a mystic, I can't say it's too hard for me to become that much more absorbed in thoughts of what lies Beyond the Veil. But if you're not sure you understand my experiences...come closer to the hearth, and allow me to share with you how I've been able to transform my own concept of Monday...
...Close your eyes...count slowly to 7, the number of days in the usual week...as you count, silently watch your breath, the rise and fall of your chest, belly, abdomen. Hear the whoosh of air through your nose and mouth as you might hear the changing tide...see the number 7, associated with the cycles of change...the rise and fall of the seasons...Spring flowers, Summer's trees, Autumn's leaves falling, Winter's snow accumulating, Spring winds blowing the snow away, and on around again...watch in your mind the days of the calendar fly by...see all the Mondays in the year...they go so fast as our beautiful blue Mother whirls Her way around Father Sun...year after year...the Mondays become a blur as the changes become more evident...
And you are now floating, suspended, above our Mother, Her sister, the Moon...and you start to think of all the changes that, for so long, you thought were out of your hands...a silver jingling by your ears...a message...an echoing voice, gentle, ethereal, singing against your eardrums...
"those things were never out of your hands, for your hands are My Hands...I gave you those changes, because, dear daughters and sons...we become stagnant if there is no change. Changes are for growth. Each week of your calendar gives you an opportunity to start afresh...teachers and parents tell you to use your time wisely...what they do not tell you is the deeper secret that they themselves either don't know or ignore: Using your time wisely is not meant for mere busywork and paper-pushing...it is meant for finding your life's purpose, your life's goals, even though those goals and purposes may change and transform. I give you the Mondays in your week to begin again, refreshed and ready to change your life by your own hands...for your hands are My Hands..."
You float and fly for a while, pondering the message...you begin to slowly understand the meaning, the intent as you come back down to Earth...breathing deeply, renewed...counting back from 7, down slowly...7...6....5....4...3...2...1...you are alive...breathing deeply, the silvery light of the message tingling in your soul, your mind, your body...and you can see the Truth of the intent as you look at the calendars in your home, reminding you that no matter what happens each week, Monday can be a day to set sail towards your goals...and Mondays no longer come as a dreaded thing...but one of all 7 blessed days...
BB,
Rev. Kat ^.^
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