It was then that I noticed she had a small painting on the wall next to the fireplace. It was an of a gentleman walking through a soft meadow.
His eyes gleamed out to me from the painting, and I saw that he was the same person on the coin. And the meadow? What is the place I had gone to? But why hadn’t I seen him there?
I turned to the archivist to ask but she was switching off her analysis gear and had her head down. When she stood up again she was all business, the effulgent contact replaced with an intelligent but mundane expression.
“We do what we can,” she said.
Leaving her place, I had to take a minute, so sat on her doorstep. Echoes of the sounds and feelings I had recalled swirled around me as I sat there holding the coin. Voices wove in and out – you stole the coin! She took it without asking! She stole it – look, look. She’s the one, she’s a thief. Thief thief. I wasn’t alarmed, only listening. Where did the coin come from?
I remembered being jolted on the subway, crowded, pushed, we were all jammed in together. This had been a few weeks earlier. When I came home that dark late afternoon, I found the coin in my pocket, and thought it was just mistaken change, wrong currency. I put it in my hallway change bowl with the keys. Somehow it had ended up on the bathroom floor. I retraced my actions – I brought the change bowl into the bathroom? But why? Then I gave up thinking about the absurdity of finding out who what where when and why. Instead I looked at the metal lozenge. Maybe it is a key? Maybe it is magical? It is definitely an object for the wonder cabinet.
“It was easy enough to find the texts for the wonder cabinet. Selecting those that would be most significant proved more difficult. You see, the words aren’t enough. Even the most beautifully crafted weren’t able to withstand the scrutiny.”
That was how one of the books began. Hand written with many illustrations, charts, graphs and fanciful margin notes by another, later, hand. I knew what the author was referring to: an integrity of being, a sense of the book itself as a talisman and bringer of change. All objects in any worthwhile wonder cabinet have that mysterious quality. Perhaps they had been used in ritual or ceremony long ago, or were passed down the generations in one family. Or traded, even before the Ice Age. Evidence, all evidence of a remarkable otherworldly presence within this world.
Two things it is important to remember:
- Not everyone can discern the power or the vitality that an object may hold – partly because it is a finely tuned communicator – if your vibration isn’t yet modulated to pick up, then they object will remain inert. But for those who can open and perceive, the object may transmit its particular purpose.
- Assembled together, objects in the wonder cabinet will blend in a sort of recipe or a chemical reaction, or orchestral arrangement, that produces an entirely new moments field of being-openings. This isn’t ritual bone throwing or Ooga Booga mystery for his own sake. It is a divine interplay. Cities, homes, all duties, combining as a matter of course.
At the root of things, when we allow ourselves to truly drop down, we find a more profound reality base from which to perceive. There we will begin again – in-depth, the surface chatter is further from us, and we are able to find the peace root.
Once contacted, the peace root sends out strong new shoots to expand into life once more. Our being matches this new layer, and uses it as a template in reaching out into the world, growing and shooting out wider and further in a way that is most natural. Body, mind, heart, and soul all align along the growth patterns of the peace root, expanding in a natural order that is interdimensional and giving. Not only the body and mind becoming interdimensionally aligned in true purpose, but also the emotions and explorations of the heart.
And finally, the soul. It’s crystalline multiplicity of form and being – pure, untouched, attracting to itself all that will fulfil the purpose of life. Inter- dimensional communication is fostered by only one thing – the embedded love that folds and unfolds itself throughout matter in the universes.
My wonder cabinet is comprised of objects that testify to this love, that secretly hold evidence of this love or that can convey this love, amplifying it in ceremony, ritual or other purposes of beauty. The histories of battles, plagues, inventions don’t begin to touch these human artefacts of divine love’s purpose our true history.