A mystical experience in the form of a vision shared by Lola Georg.
This vision was revealed during silent meditation in a group setting.
In my mind’s eye, I see an ocean, flat against the horizon. There is no land in sight. The sun is shining brilliantly. A slight breeze causes ripples to form on the ocean. Strangely, a fence surrounds each ripple, and these fences are bobbing on the ocean. Some fences are low to the water, like a small garden fence around the edge of a flowerbed. Others are high, tall brick walls. There is a hedge fence; a split-rail fence; a wrought-iron fence; a barbed-wire fence; a white-picket fence; a stonewall fence. Some fences have gates; others watchtowers. A few of the gates are open, but most of them are closed. Some are locked. Thousands and thousands of fences, each surrounding individual ocean ripples, are floating on the surface of the ocean.
It then occurs to me; how ludicrous it is for one ripple to think it is separate from the rest of the ocean? How could a ripple think of itself without the ocean? The ocean is ripples and the ripples are the ocean. I see that the ripples are like people and the fences are like our bodies, desperately trying to keep ourselves separate from each other, but ultimately, we are joined as one.
Lola’s Reflection:
I think of water as a metaphoric symbol for spirit. I think of the ripples in this vision as representing the divine within each person. Each person as a ripple cannot exist without the ocean or spirit. I think about what causes ripples on the ocean. The answer, of course, is the wind. The wind can be representative of the breath of life in each person. Winds can be calming, as a cool breeze, or violent as a fierce storm. Winds can change, but they are always in motion, as life itself is in motion.
I found it fun and a bit funny to think of fences (or defenses) as separating me from other people. What kind of fence do I have? Somedays it feels like a garden hedge, and other days an impenetrable wall of brambles. When is the gate to my heart open? Or is it slammed shut and locked with a deadbolt? How do i respond to the winds of change blowing through my defenses? Something more to ponder.
mystical friend 