Heart Whisperer of Creation

The place of happiness was always waiting for the person of happiness to arrive. This beautiful place located at the beginning of time was here from the very beginning, and no one can remember when that is. No one can remember the real beginning of anything or any place, nor can anyone imagine the end. Still, it is all being dreamed by the Heart Whisperer of Creation and no one knows who She Is. No one ever imagined either; everyone has been and is contented with their ignorance. No one ever figured out how to know everything or anything, for that matter. They say ignorance is bliss, but most truly it is suffering.

Suffering is the law of the people and happiness has been on the run ever since, and lives outside of all the towns where the people live. The place of happiness is in its last domain and knows it will soon disappear from the beginning and the end, it has only the present now, a time so elusive because it can’t be thought of, and no one ever can search to find it.

When someone tries to find how happy they are, they always overlook who they are and even where they are. I don’t know why everyone thinks they are a someone and why they struggle so hard to find themselves to be a someone—a someone special, and when they can’t find it, a someone not special at all—maybe a someone who is just another ordinary person, or a someone who is bad. I don’t understand this, why people choose suffering and overlook who they are to be an idea of themselves. It is not my job to understand this, but I do know a great presence that understands this and has passed her great wisdom to me. She is a great friend to me. I call her the Heart Whisperer of Creation. She has not revealed to me when creation started, nor does she refer to it as the beginning, she only calls it (creation) the whim of God—of The only true One—the Real Self. When I ask her why True Self would have such a whim, she only smiles. I felt she was trying to hold back a big belly laugh and felt perhaps that my question must have been a bit way too foolish. For wasn’t I here at this place and this time? She told me that creation was just a marvelous whim and did I know what I was doing in it? I confess I was bewildered at that idea—that I had a purpose. That idea only occurred to me because of her.

Now with her whispering in my ear (or was it my heart?) I had to find out. That was my beginning, because that is when my life finally got interesting to me. Before her whispering words to find out, I had been content with my life. I must admit I hovered around it, was a little bit too formal, a little bit awkward and apprehensive about getting my hands dirty with it. But her whispering in my ear: what was I doing in it, which repeated into what should I be doing—what should I be doing? I started to look, to find out and this is how my story began. I went out of myself to look, to see—to see how I was here and for what purpose, not really knowing what I would find. All I knew was that she had given me an urge I didn’t have before, that never occurred for me to even have. This started an adventure that was meant for me to accomplish. I just had to find the clues and follow them. This was easy, as they found me. I had to be open to recognizing them. So the Heart Whisperer gave me the idea that I had something to do which made me wonder what that was and in this gift (her gift) of wondering, she helped me to want to give, to serve and this opened me to see the needs of those that I could help. The next part was a big surprise. I’m not even sure if it is my story. I am sure that it is their story.

I was wandering and came to a place where the lighting was soft and sweet. My eyes adjusted nicely to this kind of lighting. I walked toward the pond and thought I would detect some fish swimming in it. I didn’t see any fish but was surprised when a large cobra rose from the water and towered above me. He was very large, enormous, and I thought he must have possessed some magic to be that large. He hissed at me and became aggressive and I knew that he could eat me in one big gulp. I had no time to run away. I suspected that if I tried, that would only agitate him further, so I spoke to him in a calm-as-possible manner, given the circumstances. “You are welcome to eat me,” I bravely told him, “and I am sure that will satisfy your hunger.” He stared at me and listened. Obviously he could allow that, as by his size he had all the advantage. I continued, “I can offer you more than just one satisfying meal.” He looked at me and again he allowed me to continue. “I offer my friendship, my heart, my service in companionship to you. Perhaps this could satisfy a deeper need, a deeper hunger.” He looked deeply into my eyes and I felt all his aggression leave, and I was surprised when he lowered his head, as if bowing to me. He let me touch his head and I knew that this was the marking of an extraordinary event, that having offered my life to him and then my heart in the form of friendship, he had chosen my heart.

We became friends. I always attended to him and he wandered with me at times. His name was Rogen and his nature was very regal. I told him about the Heart Whisperer and he always enjoyed my tales of her. He asked me if I had found my purpose yet and encouraged me to recognize all the obvious clues. “We met, me a magical creature and you, a young maiden of this place and time, there must be a purpose in it, don’t you think?” I agreed and Rogen showed me the ways of the serpentine energies in my own magic body. He showed me the doorways where the energies of heart and mind connect with my body. I learned how we dreamed being and being here and both of us felt the hand of the Heart Whisperer in our adventures. We could feel her with us, as I felt Rogen’s magic help me, my sense of her called me out of my set ways of being like I was. I was not just a maiden of this time or place, I was linked to a bigger time and an endless place. I was finding my way and Rogen showed me much. I suspected that he knew much more than he was letting on, he let me discover the way of myself so I could enjoy the adventure of it. Maybe he knew the purpose I was supposed to find out and to live as my service, my purpose, but he did not tell me so. There would always be more clues.

I moved with the demands of my life and what Rogen showed me and opened in me showed me that I was being prepared and guided by many creatures. They sought me out and I had the feeling they were waiting for me to be ready. I did not know what it was that I was being make ready for. The hummingbirds, friends from my childhood, hovered about me and I delighted in their play, and one night as I played with them in my dreams, a ruby-throated one dived into my forehead, and the eye of all knowing, of all potential, opened to the light of seeing. I had many visions and traveled to many realms. I travelled to the place where all plans were recorded on maps of light scroll. My heart skipped a beat when I found a scroll with my name on it. I eagerly unfurled the scroll, my fingers were trembling and I felt unprepared to be revealed to myself and couldn’t decide to continue to read what was said about me on the scroll. Would I understand it, could I comprehend it, follow it and succeed at it? I stood there unable to decide what to do when a voice called out to me. “What are you doing here? How did you get here?” I turned around with the scroll still in my hand and saw a luminous being that was shrouded in a blue light, a man tall and lanky, and I was not afraid of him as he seemed warm and familiar to me. He moved toward me like he was gliding on a thermal, and his features changed from a man’s to a hawk—he seemed to embody the qualities of both—those of a raptor and those of a man. He repeated his question, “How did you get here?”

“The hummingbird, it showed me the opening.” The hawk/man smiled, “Your eye of opening has opened access. Welcome, I am Jimin, I oversee the scrolls of all that will happen, and why what happens can lead to what is truly important.” He pointed to the scroll in my hands, “I see your name is on it, you are…”

“Kreateama,” I replied. Jimin smiled and thought to himself, Of course, I sense the Heart Whisperer has a hand in sending her here. “Come, bring the scroll.” I followed him behind the wall and there were a few long tables that fit the width of the scroll. He motioned to me to hand him the scroll and I did. The scroll unfurled and when it was securely magnetized to the table, he flipped the table up so it was at eye level. “There, all ready for you, are you sure you want to know what’s on it?”

I don’t know why but I said yes. The first line I read brought an inner terror to me. Kreateama is an agent for big change. This change will be difficult but necessary. No one will escape it.