A Tale Of Two Chalices
Updated: Nov 19
And the bitter truth that lay within
“The world could bring you poison in a jewelled cup, or surprising gifts. Sometimes you didn’t know which of them it was.”— Guy Gavriel Kay
Love Will Linger Like Poison in the Veins · Soey Milk · Oil + dried blossoms on panel · 2017
Let your mind be like the mountain, unmoved and deeply still in the midst of any storm. The yogin’s mind a calm and steady flame unaffected and untouched.
By any unjust judgement or any unclear intention. Unshaken by fear or thoughts or opinions from others.
Or from self.
Staying calm and undistracted, the teeth of torment cannot touch you.
Cálices de Ponce de León
“Not all poison was bitter. Some of the deadliest poisons in the world tasted sweet; they were that much more dangerous because of it.” — Nenia Campbell
All Things Are Poisons*
You were offered two silver chalices and asked to choose between them:
One held a strong and bitter medicine that could truly heal your life.
And one a sweet and soothing balm which could take away all pain.
Being you — you chose, of course — the strong and bitter cup. And though the agony of poison was running through your veins, came a shattering of your heart unto a living death. A mega-load of misery bore down upon you of almost crushing overwhelm.
But you always rose up to the challenge and so the doubts were always met. The portals of perpetuity parted, revealing everlasting life.
And there you comprehend the possibilities for total transformation.
From moment to moment, nothing will ever be the same. Least of all, your self. This realisation smashes down walls to freedom, to the sky, and brings a bearable lightness of being. And the promise of absolute limitless change.
And so you stopped the endless bleeding, to ‘waken and thus live. You gave rebirth to yourself — with no parent fit in spirit here to fully bring you in.
To come alive once more. Reclaim your own beautiful life. The absolute truth of you revealed.
No-one could not see it.
And just as unexpected doors closed yet others flew open — utter change and revised reality for you was the only way to go.
But let’s be honest — you opened all the doors yourself — no-one else was ever going to hold the door open for you — no-one was ever going do it for you.
And the sense of power overload or loss may have shaken you for a time, but always remember this — if you’d taken the sweet and soothing balm, nothing would have changed, and everything remained the same.
And so, my beloved friends — hear now what I say — this then is how we re-frame and reconcile the alchemy of our own living death. When we drink the cup of poison the medicine is the end.
But we then rise again once more to cry:
“I am alive, I live, I breathe, I sing— because I — I AM LIFE!!!”
坂本龍 Ryuichi Sakamoto + Iggy Pop · Risky リスキーな
“The poison leaves bit by bit, not all at once. Be patient. You are healing.”— Yasmin Mogahed
Reflecting on our true nature, we see our original face before the world changed us.
Our natural state is peaceful, calm, and enlightened.
But can the state of enlightenment really be named? If we try to put too many words to it we might lose the whole basket of treasure. But as we are our own best kept treasure, if we lose our self what might we gain?
Artist · Adrian Borda
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*Quote: “All things are poisons, for there is nothing without poisonous qualities. It is only the dose which makes a thing poison.”
Copyright 2020 © Julie Von Nonveiller Cairnes. All rights reserved.
I first published this in MEDIUM on Feb 22 2020, and on FB a few years prior.
None of my messages are about other people (ie 'celebrities' and so on) - no matter what they might think - these come from me, to you my friend, for your soul upliftment