Iris and the Sun
After a series of tests, the Neurologist looked into her eyes as if Archangel Michael had entered his body and asked with an earnest sincerity “What are you doing here?” The words rang through her body as an ancient gong deep in the Himalayas that had absorbed all of the wisdom of the ages now vibrating a resonance within her of what she knew to be true. Just for this moment she felt in the company of someone who really got her, a rare occurrence. In her twenty four years of life she’d never known anyone who saw the world as she did, as evidenced in responses to stories as mundane as brushing teeth to her being labeled everything from miraculous to scary by others.
Going to a neurologist had been made mandatory by the manager at her workplace when the left side of her body had gone numb and she’d lost all strength in her left arm. It was protocol for their liability that she be medically examined since she was at work when it happened. The neurologist visit was a follow up after having a CT scan at the hospital, also something she never would have done on her own. From her perspective this was an energy imbalance, as everything is energy. She saw these symptoms as something wanting to be released or transmuted, and trusted that the way would be revealed from within herself and the world around her. Listening and paying attention to what’s calling moment to moment was her way of approaching anything like this. Energy is energy. Denser energies required her best warrior to delve deeply into the swamp of her inner terrain and transmute as other shifts were made by simply attuning to frequencies. What is not resonant cannot live there, so would transform as she vibrated at clear frequencies. Ultimately all frequency shifts and energy transmuting, she worked along a spectrum, listening to her body and everything life presented around her to guide the medicine calling her.
The hospital had provided a list of diagnoses. As she read through them she saw a window of opportunity. Two options revealed: she could take the words from the hospital and make them her beliefs then begin to build a world around those beliefs that would have her living a life in illness, or she could claim her wellness and receive the healing available to shift this energy imbalance. She made her choice, threw away the hospital documents, and trusted the way to wholeness would be revealed.
A few days later she noticed that she kept seeing images flash through her mind of herself up on a mountain. The images flashed more frequently as the days passed until a moment when she felt the calling to drop everything and go right now. The timing was perfect. She glanced at her car clock. 5:48 Even though she was meeting her friends in less than half an hour when the calling was clear, she entered a world where time was suspended. She was new to the area so had no idea where to go but with the guidance of what she liked to call her internal GPS up a winding road she went. A road sign popped out at her as she passed it and she knew that was her mountain. Twenty miles later as she neared the area she noticed parhelia surrounding the sun. These prismatic rainbows had been a significant part of her life.
Parhelia also called sundogs, prisms, halos, irisations, parhelia circles, and various arcs were a big part of her life. It was only since being in her twenties that she heard someone say not to look directly into the sun. She always had. The sun provided messages, attuned her frequencies, and so much more. Those who knew her well enough would equate these showing up in their day as her visiting them in spirit.
At the moment she approached a road to her left, the spectrum of colors became more vivid and the parhelia grew larger as if infused by the messenger nectar of Iris, the goddess of rainbows herself, was saying come here. She parked her car near a trailhead and up she climbed to a summit. No one in sight, the air was still and quiet. She took in the panoramic view allowing her body and any of the unseen forces to lead her. She stood on a rock, faced the sun and the parhelia, raised her arms up and received. The wind blew fiercely as tiny tears flew rapidly from her eyes for a timeless span. At some point the wind stopped, the parhelia vanished and she felt complete, her body completely restored.
She hiked back down the half-mile trail, drove down the twenty miles and still met her friends right on time.