Part 4 – Purification of the Doorway
I was going to share my conversation with Isis at this time
Instead, something unexpected happened.
As I sat quietly contemplating everything that had unfolded during the last couple of days, I felt a gentle nudge from Yeshua.
Not in words at first, simply the knowing that another piece needed to be opened at this time.
So I listened.
I saw myself sitting in my chair reflecting upon the dream, the sacred mountain and the movie and I noticed something I had not consciously see before.
Each story had stirred a different yet similar emotion within me.
Anger.
It was not uncontrolled anger or rage
It was the quiet ache that arises whenever authority is used to control, diminish or separate rather than to serve.
As this realization settled within me, the scene around me changed.
I suddenly found myself outside an ancient temple in the middle east.
People filled the courtyard.
Animals were being sold for sacrifice.
Merchants called out to those entering the temple.
It appeared that for the people this was familiar and ordinary.
The in the distance I heard cheers and loud voices.
I could see appearing at the entrance a man whom I recognized as Yeshua, walking toward the temple.
Above the courtyard, I noticed the priests gathered together in anxious conversation. I noticed their attention never left him.
As I watched, words from a familiar musical were playing within my head.
They spoke of a song so deeply woven into the creation that even if every voice was silenced, the stones themselves would continue singing.
Those words have always touched something deep within me when I hear them.
Not because of the music…..
It is that they remind me that truth does not depend upon human approval.
Life itself sings the song of truth.
I thought that this must be all that I was meant to witness.
Then one of the cats in our home began calling to me.
Like many who share their lives with cats, I obediently went to see what was needed.
He simply wanted to go outside and so I smiled, opened the door and watched him wander into the garden.
Sometimes wisdom arrives in the smallest of pauses.
As I returned to my chair, something shifted.
I suddenly saw that what had moved me so deeply was not simply the events in the courtyard
It was the misuse of authority
Whether through governments
Religion…
Institutions…
Or individuals..
Whenever authority seeks to control rather than to serve, something within me immediately responds
That realization sent me back the stories of the weekend trilogy.
The barren landscape
The Sacred mountain
The hidden society beneath the sea.
All three reflected different expressions of the same them.
I sat quietly with that understanding.
Then the vision continued.
Most of us know what happened next.
Yeshua entered the courtyard
He overturned the tables
The story usually moves quickly from there toward the events that followed
But this time…
Yeshua simply smiled and said,
“Keep watching”
The scene had changed.
Now I found myself in another land, surrounded by mountains
Ahead of me I saw a man striking his mule.
Another man gently stepped between them.
I recognized him it was Gautama Buddha.
He quietly spoke with the man, explaining the importance of kindness and compassion toward every living being.
When the conversation ended, the man lowered his hand and dropped the stick.
Gautama Buddha walked away to a quiet place and sat down.
As I approached he motioned me to sit with him.
I bowed and asked him what I should call him and he said “Gautama”.
A moment later Yeshua joined us.
Yeshua looked at me with a smile.
“Were you surprised?”
I laughed softly.
“Yes… and no.”
“ I was surprised to find myself suddenly here, but not at what transpired at the temple. “
“I understand why you overturned the tables,” I replied.
“I have felt that same fire rise within me whenever I witness injustice.”
As I looked at Gautama I said, : I understand why you chose another path.”
Gautama smiled gently.
“Anger is simply an emotion,” he said.
“It naturally arises whenever compassion encounters suffering or injustice.”
He paused before continuing.
“It is not the emotion that determines our path.
It is what we choose to do with its energy.”
Yeshua nodded.
“My desire to stop what I believed dishonored the sacred pulled me out of my own center.”
He smiled again.
“Perhaps history remembers the overturned tables because they were dramatic.
But had I been standing there today, I might have responded differently.”
Neither statement diminished the other.
Both revealed another way of seeing.
Gautama continued.
“Witnessing does not mean standing aside while cruelty unfolds before us.
Compassion sometimes asks us to act.
But there is a difference between acting from clarity…
and reacting from anger.”
Yeshua looked toward me.
“When any strong emotion arises…”
He paused.
“…breathe.”
“Pause.”
“Allow the emotion to move through you rather than become you.”
Guatama said” It is not even that anger arises but that we don’t react from that place of anger.”
“Yes, said Yeshua” It is in that moment when we have anger or any raw emotion
we need to pause
take a deep breath to allow the stillness to emerge
“Then ask the stillness,
‘What is mine to do now?'”
“The answer that comes from stillness will almost always serve more deeply than the answer that comes from reaction.”
Gautama nodded.
“This is mindfulness.”
“Not the absence of emotion…
but the willingness to meet it without becoming its servant.”
Then they both looked directly at me.
“You have always been deeply moved by injustice,” Gautama said.
“The misuse of authority has been one of the great teachers of your life.”
Yeshua continued.
“This does not make you unworthy.”
The words settled into a silence deeper than any explanation.
“It is not your compassion that has held you back.
It is believing that your compassion required you to carry everything.”
I felt tears welling.
For years I had believed that caring so deeply somehow meant I should sacrifice more…
endure more…
prepare more…
prove more.
Perhaps that had been the real burden all along.
Love without sovereignty quietly becomes self-sacrifice.
Compassion without inner authority can forget its own worth.
For a long time I had mistaken those things for spiritual maturity.
Now I began to see them differently.
Gauatama spoke,
“You my child seek Peace, balance and harmony not just for yourself but in the world.”
You try to protect others.
The injustice of authority being used to control or harm another has always been your trigger.”
Yeshua says:
“Now is the time to bring this into focus for balance and harmony to come forth,
so you can find Peace and self acceptance.
This is not an emotion that makes you unworthy it simply is.
As we said you need to understand that you should not punish yourself for having an emotion which arises from caring but understand it.”
What they were saying were not expressions of love.
They were invitations to return to my own center.
The conversation continued.
“When emotion arises,” Yeshua said softly,
“Witness it.
Allow it.
Breathe.
Release it.
Then listen.”
“The stillness will reveal whether action is needed…
or simply understanding.”
Without another word, both men stood.
We bowed to one another.
The vision dissolved.
I found myself once again sitting quietly in my chair.
As I reflected upon the dream…
the mountain…
and the hidden ship…
their deeper meaning finally became clear.
The barren landscape revealed systems that keep us believing separation is all that exists.
The sacred mountain revealed the longing for permission before entering what has always been sacred within us.
The hidden ship revealed how easily familiarity and control can become substitutes for freedom.
All three had stirred the same place within me.
All three reflected my own response to authority.
But now I asked different questions.
What memory first taught me that authority meant control?
Where does that feeling still live within my body?
What beliefs continue to give it life?
As I sat with those questions, another realization quietly emerged.
Without this conversation…
the throne would have remained only another spiritual symbol.
Now I understood why this chapter had come first.
Something within me had to release the belief that caring deeply made me less worthy before I could truly hear what Isis had been waiting to say.
And only then…
was I ready to enter the temple.
I believe I am ready to cross a threshold.
Isis is not coming to bestow sovereignty.
She is coming to reveal the sovereignty that could not be fully accepted until compassion was freed from the burden of self-sacrifice.
Yesterday, I was standing outside of the temple believing the door was locked.
Today, I leave it feeling that the temple doors are no longer the focus.
The one who has been standing outside them has finally turned the handle.
I am excited for the next revelation of digging deeper.
Oracle of Divine Grace 