Over the Primordial Rainbow Bridge
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“If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow, why oh why can’t I?“
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IT’S TIME FOR MY BOOK, SACRED ANATOMY, to go further out and into the hands of more people who are awake and burdened with religious scruples of shame and guilt about their bodies, and especially about their sexuality. Having been brought up in a typically large Catholic family and attended seminary in my youthful years of priestly aspirations—and having experienced sexual assault myself by clerics of the Church—I write from the substance of personal experience in that area. Having also been awakened to my authentic divine Self and lived a full life in service to others as a wholistic health practitioner, my writing carries the authority of my personal journey and life of service.
Written in an uplifting tone of love for the truth and beauty of the body and its design and function as a temple of the Living God, the book sheds light on the path out of darkness and confusion and toward enlightenment and freedom of expression of one’s “fully human” living—to borrow a phrase from the profound writings of Episcopal prelate Cynthia Bourgeault, who sheds insightful light on the life and ministry of the Master Jesus as one who lived an exemplary “fully human” life of love.
The featured excerpt is from the final chapter, which conveys the passion that filled my soul when the inspiration arose thirty-five years ago to write and publish the book and send it out to find its own reception . . . echoing these tone-setting words from the Foreword:
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What if we could actually travel through all the dimensions of the seven planes of being in our Father’s House of many mansions; if there were no veil between heaven and earth and we could ascend back up into the invisible Realms of Light from whence we came and then just as naturally descend back down into the visible realm of form and materialize anywhere at will? And what if the biotechnology and chemistry necessary to enable this process were already fully present with us and available to us in our anatomical and physiological makeup and all that was required was for us to learn the secrets of their activation and operation?
What if we were to stop experiencing death and our bodies would always be light and ageless, and we could incarnate and disincarnate as our duration of service here required?
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I was unsure about the timing of its release at first. But with the assurance and encouragement of friends and family, as well as financial help, the book was written and self-published in 2005 by a local publisher, Wise Publications. As it found fertile ground, seeds of inspiration and insight began to sprout in many whose lives were changed reading it.
It is my prayer that in putting it “out there” again, someone will catch fire and see it published abroad. So, I cast my bread, so-to-speak, upon the waters in this final series of posts on my Healing Tones blog. May all who read my book be blessed and lifted up out of all the depth of confusion and delusion of their soul’s dark night. Now to the feature excerpt from my book . . . .
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PATTERNS OF ASCESION ESTABLISHED
According to the Biblical record handed down to us—and there have been other accounts that tell a different story—the Master Jesus lifted his own body temple up out of the tomb of decay and death and into the Garden state of eternal life.
If this did in fact occur, and if he truly is, as the scriptures proclaim, the Supreme Focus of Deity for the body of Mankind, then by his own crucifixion, resurrection and ascension into a glorified state he established the patterns of crucifixion, resurrection and ascension for men and women of all times. What we human beings did to him—and to his physical body particularly—we did to ourselves as a collective body.
As a model of a totally new paradigm for the healing of the gap between God and man, he opened a door in heaven and then proceeded to invite all those who so desire to come and be with him, “that where I am there ye may be also,” not only after death but now while we yet have life and breath.
Obviously humanity has not taken the Lord up on his invitation. There has been no one, to my knowledge anyway, who has ascended up into heaven in a glorified, spiritualized body as the Lord himself did two thousand years ago. We have two accounts in the Old Testament of first Enoch, who “walked with God and God took him,” and then Elijah who “went in a whirlwind to heaven” in a “fiery chariot.”
Whether these incidents were physical ascensions into the Realms of Light, or a figurative way of describing a transformation process by which their human consciousness merged with divine consciousness and they were no longer merely human in their identity and form, as we have explored in considerable depth, the way to that experience is open and available to all of mankind. It is available now and has been for two thousand years—not only to enter into the kingdom of heaven but to inhabit and function in all the levels of being that make up the “many mansions” of the Father’s House. All that is required is that we walk with God along the path that leads thereto.
Jesus walked with God and was about his Father’s business of restoring humanity to the Garden State and not of setting up yet another religion to replace the old ones. In the Garden of Eden, Man, “naked and unashamed,” walked and talked with the LORD God, and the LORD God with man. Death had not yet been introduced into the creative process by man’s failure to remain in the Garden of Eden. The cycle of incarnation had to have taken us from some form of birth—no doubt different from what we now know—through life, whatever that entailed and in whatever nature of form we had then, and on to ascension through the various levels of consciousness. It has even been gleaned from legendary writings, as we considered at the start of this section, that we were once able to travel back and forth between heaven and earth to refresh ourselves with rarefied spiritual nourishment.
In his haunting book, Memories and Visions of Paradise, a book that always engenders in me a deep sense of deja vu reading it, Richard Heinberg, who devoted a decade to studying Paradise Myths from around the world, explores universal myths of a “Lost Golden Age” when the human spirit was not as earth-bound as it is today. He writes:
Originally, according to myths of every continent, all humanity was perpetually in the divine presence and continually in harmony with divine will. The Africans’ insistence that at first God lived on Earth with the people, and the Australians’ memory of the Dreamtime, when the Creator-Heroes walked the land, echo the biblical image of Adam and Eve strolling naked and unashamed in the Garden with God.
Few things in Nature seem more axiomatic than the inevitability of death. It is remarkable, therefore, that one of the most consistently encountered themes in Paradise myths is that of the original immortality of human beings. The myths tell us that death is in some sense not natural at all, but rather the result of sin or sorcery . . . a mistake or misdeed on the part of ancestors in the First Age. . . .
According to universal tradition, the original earthly Paradise and the still-existent otherworldly Paradise were at first united, or in any case were in close proximity and communication. The means of connection is described variously in different cultures—most vividly, perhaps, as a rainbow. In the traditions of Japan, Australia, and Mesopotamia, the rainbow was seen as a reminder of a bridge that once existed between Heaven and Earth and was accessible to all people. The seven colors of the rainbow were the seven heavens of Hindu, Mesopotamian, and Judaic religion. Among the central Asians, shamanic drums were decorated with rainbows symbolizing the shaman’s journey to the Otherworld. Similarly, the seven levels of the Babylonian ziggurat (stepped pyramid) were painted with the seven colors of the rainbow, and the priest, in climbing its stories, symbolically mounted to the cosmic world of the gods. . . .
The primordial world-bridge is elsewhere remembered as a ladder or a rope. According to pre-Buddhist traditions, called Bon, there originally existed a rope that bound Earth to Heaven and that was used by the gods to come down to meet human beings. The first king of Tibet was said to have come down from Heaven by a rope—[a “silver cord” of pneumaplasm?],—and the first Tibetan kings did not die but mounted again into Heaven. After the Fall and the coming of death, the link between Heaven and Earth was broken. Once the rope was cut, only spirits could ascend to Heaven; their bodies remained on Earth. . . .
The Polynesians knew the Otherworld as Pulotu, a magical realm in the midst of which grew an immense tree whose leaves supplied all wants. Following physical death, according to tradition, a stream floated the spirit away to Pulotu.
All floated away together, well and ill-favored, young and old, sound and sick, chiefs and commoners; they must look neither to the right nor left, nor attempt to reach the other side, nor must they look back. Little more than half alive, they floated on until they reached Pulotu, where they bathed in the waters of Vaiola, when all become lively, bright and vigorous, every infirmity vanishing, and even the aged becoming young again. Everything went on in Pulotu much as in the world of life, except that here their bodies were singularly volatile, so that they were able to ascend at night, becoming luminous sparks, or vapors, revisiting their former homes, but retiring again in early dawn to the bush or to Pulotu.
We are haunted by ancient memories of Paradise and in our dreams we have visions of that Golden Age when we crossed over the rainbow between heaven and earth. Song writers have written numerous lyrics to these memories and visions. From the Wizard of Oz we have that memorable song telling of the longing in the heart to return to a land “somewhere over the rainbow” where “troubles melt like lemon drops” and “dreams really do come true.”
Somewhere over the rainbow way up high, there’s a land that I heard of once in a lullaby . . . . Somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly, birds fly over the rainbow, why then, oh why can’t I? If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow, why oh why can’t I?
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Why indeed? I believe we will some day. For now, what’s needed are feet on the ground blessing the Earth and the fulness thereof with unconditional love and lasting peace. I welcome your thoughts. Until my next post, “The Rainbow Body,” an intriguing consideration of documented phenomena, I exhort you to . . .
Be love. Be loved.
Anthony Palombo, DC
tpal70@gmail.com