One year ago I was kindly requested to write a Guest blog by Arlene, Sound Artist of Sacred Light.
Reading my Guest blog again – one year later…The one thing I would raise even more in what happens and what it feels like to be part of creating a crystal grid is the conversation, the dialogue with the sacred, more than anything else…
Just like this grid.
A dialogue with light. One moment of eternity grasped tightly – to let loose in its highest flight…
Crystal grids – a conversation with the sacred by Anja of Woodlights Woudlicht – dated 4 April 2017
When I was asked to write a guest blog about crystal grids and crystal gridding by sweet soul Arlene I thought: ok, why not…never imagining it would be so hard to put into words a world so close to me…How does one write down something that envelops one’s soul and releases the whole…
Crystal grids are formations born out of an intention, a wish, a desire, a message, vibrations passing by, a conversation with the divine, an encounter with the essence of life, a dance with light….
The silence is present.
It is a sacred space when one senses and opens up and crystals, stones, rocks and minerals reveal themselves. A realm where nothing one says would add value. It is the dimension of vibrations, energy and frequencies – the gathering of the light beings that speak in a thousand of symphonies, being laid down. Mindlessly, mindfully…not of this time nor space. An assembly of masters inviting portals to open. A story that unravels with my hands moving, dancing on the sound of the whispers of the stones. I just listen and …one by one the stones form a pattern, a grid, a kingdom traveled with their message to be sent out. Fearlessly, relentlessly, in surrender to the highest and in a deep bow of gratitude. An eruption of energy, an embrace with eternity, an energetic force field taking you along the edges, the center, the heights and the depths. It is a journey with the masters of the crystal world embracing you into reality, welcoming you to the essence, our very soul.
This is how my crystal grids are born.
I just listen and remember where I belong, where I am home.
Of your wisdom
the dew of the light in the morning
to quench the thirst
the longing for love
ever growing love
love is all that rests
throughout the whole
and the day