Healing Tones

SUNRISE

SOME THIRTY YEARS AGO a book came to me to be written. I answered the call and the book was born nine years later. I used to say the book wrote itself, was channeled, came through me from a higher source. After it was published in 2005, I would read it and be deeply moved and inspired. I am still moved and inspired reading it. The words and insights draw me out. In season, I came to know the author more fully and personally. It is indeed I who wrote the book . . . with the assistance of my worthy and faithful friend and facilitator, whose name appears on the cover as the author.

At the suggestion and encouragement of a longtime friend, along with his excellent editing skills; and with the generosity of a dear benefactor, I published a fourth edition, with updates, revisions and an added section. It turned out to be quite a beautiful book, as several friends have exclaimed.

The original cover title read “ SACRED ANATOMY ~ Where spirit and flesh dance in the fires of creation.” I revised the title to read “SACRED ANATOMY ~ Temple of the Living God.” The description reads: “A contemplative study of the human body as a temple of worship and an instrument for creation” The section I added is entitled “An Instrument for Creation.”

As my allotted time here in this incarnation cycle runs down, I think I would like to spend the rest of my blogging hours sharing a few inspirational excerpts from SACRED ANATOMY, perhaps also a few insightful excerpts from my second signature work-in-progress, ATTUNEMENT WITH SACRED SOUND.” Both books are available at Amazon Books.

Although much has emerged in the field of sacred sound as a facilitating modality in healing and transformation, nothing has emerged, at least to my awareness, of an advanced nature for facilitating transmutation of the flesh body to a light body. That was and still is the rationale and ultimate purpose of the work I initiated two decades ago with my workshops in Attunement With Sacred Sound. There are levels above the third density awaiting our ascension and exploration. Attunement with Sacred sound can, in the seasons of the LORD in this cycle of restoration, facilitate such ascension.

We do truly live and have our being in an awesome multidimensional world and universe. The Master Jesus said truly: “In my Father’s House are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you unto myself: that where I am, there ye may be also. And whither I go ye know, and the way ye know.” (John 14:2-4) He said “where I am” not “where I will be,” and He was standing on the ground in this world. The mansion we must and will occupy is available to us here and now. We don’t have to die to go there. But, that’s another story. The following is an excerpt from SACRED ANATOMY.

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Sacred Eye of the Healing Arc 

“and his eyes were as a flame of fire.” 

  Our eyes are sacred vessels of radiant light.  They have been called “windows of the soul.” Angelic light radiates through the eyes from Source re-focusing in the Pineal Body and extending outward as an invisible and singular flame of fire. The color of this flame is the same as that of the Pituitary: cyanogen-blue.  This is also the same color as the blue radiance of our planet Earth as viewed from the moon, a hue created by its vast oceans and seas, as well as its moist atmosphere.  It is the cool blue of the central part of a flame of fire.

  There is another blue flame of which I am thinking.  It is the one produced by a helium arc welding rod used in fusing pieces of metal together.  Here a direct current of electricity, when allowed to flow through the welding rod and into the metal, causes the iron molecules to flow like water and fuse together into a virtually unbreakable bond. 

  This is what happens in the heart when one looks into the eyes of unconditional love.  The heart melts in the arc of such gentle, radiant eyes that see right through to the heart of hearts to touch one ever so gently yet powerfully in the “secret place” within. One is instantly and eternally bonded to that person, indeed as though there had never been a separation.  One will never forget those eyes and the light that poured out from them into the heart.  It is like cool water inviting one in to drink of it freely and safely, long and generously.

  When we look into another’s eyes, we come face to face with a direct current of angelic light. This is the nature of the flame issuing forth from the eyes of the One standing in the midst.  It is generated in the arc of love we know with the Beloved and, when it arcs across to others, we have the transfusing experience of communion. 

This is salvation to those looking for Home, just as the ark of Noah was salvation to him, his family and close friends, along with the animals, and the ark of Moses was the power that lifted the children of Israel out of the wilderness and across Jordan into the Promised Land.  This “arc” is a vibrational one powered by love. The earth itself and all of creation is held safe within the consciousness and atmosphere generated by this vibrational ark.  That consciousness and atmosphere are Man’s to generate and maintain.

   Love is the healing arc which makes whole that which is fragmented.  Not the alternating current of “conditional love,” which is given and then withdrawn when conditions are not satisfying, tearing up the heart and the silver substance of connection with God and with neighbor.  But a direct current of love which never stops flowing, like a mountain stream of cool, clear water. This is the flame of love (pineal function)  tempered by the water of truth (pituitary function), which is the “true love” we all seek from one another but rarely remember that it is ours to give in every moment as we enter into the spirit on the Lord’s vibration of love and abide there, always available to others and to our world.

  A poet’s description of the eyes of the Master Jesus came into my hands through a friend recently.  The author of this story-poem, which was “The Leader of the Synagogue,” is Michael Ventura. My friend saw it in The Sun magazine.  I love the way he portrays the eyes and presence of this man who has come to be called the “Great Physician.” 

The story being told is that from the time Jesus was walking through the crowd and a woman “with an issue of blood” touched the hem of his garment.  If you’ll recall the story, the Master was being approached by a leader of the synagogue to come to his house and see his dying daughter, perhaps even heal her.  Amid all the apparent uproar in the crowd and within his inner circle of apostles over this “unclean” woman touching the hem of his garment and being healed of her issue, and Jesus asking who it was that touched him, his eyes ultimately came to meet those of the leader from the synagogue. The author puts these thoughts into the man’s heart and mind:

It’s that prophet, one of the new ones, not the Baptizer, the other one, the Nazarene—He and his hangers-on are walking through town And the people are making a fuss. You can’t help but hope, even risking blasphemy, Is he really a prophet? Can he heal?  Are the stories true? Your daughter is dying.  Rather than sit there helpless, You go to him.  Grasping at straws.  Who wouldn’t? . . . You have no idea that you’re making an entrance upon the stage of the epic.  You barely even know You’re walking, running—merely That you’re propelling yourself toward him, bursting inside. You are crushed with disappointment when you see him: He looks like any other man.  You feel like an idiot. Perhaps you’ve wasted the most precious moments of your life.  And then he turns toward you. And you see at least why they call him a prophet: Unlike any other eyes you’ve ever seen—except the eyes of children, like your daughter—His eyes aren’t filters, aren’t sieves, they’re not Constantly deciding what to let in, what to keep out, They are absolutely open, they are not judging, They’re letting everything in and everything out, and they’re looking at you. Eyes that hold nothing back. This gives you such hope that you think you’re going insane. You blurt out what you want him to hear. . . .    

The eyes of unconditional love are all-inclusive, encompassing all.  This is a single flame coming out of two eyes, indicating single mindedness and singular focus of identity in the One I AM.  As we shall consider later, this spiritual focus in the cranium releases the Chi energy which comes to focus through the two adrenal glands and in the solar plexus, again two points in phase with the light of the One I AM emitting a single, unified current of laser light and power.  The mind’s eye is single and sharply focused as identity is singularly in the One who dwells within, the Beloved, as Solomon calls him.  “My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice. (Song of Solomon 2:9)  –From SACRED ANATOMY

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In the days of my traumatic awakening to the reality of my true identity, shewing my true Self through the lattice of my outer form, the light shining out through my eyes was as a flame of fire. So bright and piercing was it that my receptionist at that time, a friend who was awakening as well, could not look into them. Thankfully, that partial apocalypse of light didn’t last long. Another phenomenon that occurred was when I would sing, my body would start to rise up off the floor. I had to focus on someone in the gathering in order to stay grounded.

As I eventually came back down to earth, so-to-speak, the light in my eyes dimmed a bit and I began to feel more grounded. For some time, however, my body felt as if it were on fire; it nearly burst out in flames one evening as I lay in bed trying to fall asleep. My spirit, who I Am, did not want to sleep. I just wanted to come forth. Sleep is for the body and the outer mind; not for the spirit. Those were heart rending, earth shattering days. I would share Attunement in order to stay grounded. I would have had no practical usefulness floating around.

I share this solely to give praise and thanksgiving to the Spirit of Life, as well as to show that the angel I am and you are is a fire. I am a flame of love. Spiritual transformation and eventual transmutation is not child’s play. As someone once said, “Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.” Angels, of course, don’t experience fear. Neither is sound a force with which to toy. Sound shapes hallowed space and substance. One needs be very careful and creative with it. Sound is a carrier wave for thought and intention. Sacred sound is a carrier wave for spirit and consciousness.

I CELEBRATE LIFE HERE AND NOW!

As my earthly journey winds down, I celebrate the sheer joy and wonder of angelic incarnation and the ecstatic experience of organic life! Here is where the fullness of creation is experienced and enjoyed! I’m in love with life here in this wonderland! I do believe that angels in the realms of light line up to have another tour of service on this beautiful Earth. I known that I will get right back in line. TO LIFE!

I welcome any thoughts you may have and wish to share. Until my next post,

Be love. Be Loved

Anthony

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