12/25/2024
đâTwas the Night of Ascension
(A Crystal Bowl Christmas Tale)đ
âTwas the night before Christmas, and all through the field,
Not a chakra was spinning, no gifts yet revealed.
The bowls were all nestled in their cases with care,
Awaiting the lightworkers who soon would be there.
The family was gathered, all snug in their glow,
While visions of enlightenment began to flow.
With a bowl in my lap and love in my heart,
I prepared for a journey where miracles start.
When out in the aura, there arose such a tone,
I sprang from my seat, for it reached to the bone.
Away to the altar, I flew like a flash,
Lit candles of oneness and cleared out the past.
The moon in the sky and the stars in their flight,
Aligned with my energyâoh, what a sight!
When what to my third-eye delight should appear,
But gifts from the ancients, so timeless and clear.
With a crystalline sound and a pitch so divine,
I knew in that moment the magic was mine.
More rapid than angels, ascension it came,
And my guides, they did whisper, and called me by name:
âNow Healer! Now Seer! Now Master of Light!
Go claim your true purpose, your gifts shining bright!
To the heights of the soul, to the depths of the heart,
Unite with your essence, for now is the start!â
As tones from the bowls filled the air with their song,
I felt my alignment grow steady and strong.
So up rose my spirit, my field spinning true,
With colors of love: green, violet, and blue.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard from the bowls,
The unlocking of wisdom deep in my soul.
As I tuned to the tones and turned to the sound,
My highest gifts manifested, profound.
I saw gifts of the ancients, the pyramidsâ might,
The secrets of healing, the wisdom of light.
With the bowls as my guide and my purpose in hand,
I knew I could shift hearts and heal the whole land.
Love, unity, familyâit all became clear,
The greatest of gifts isnât wrappedâitâs right here.
Your essence, your soul, your laughter, your spark,
Your light in the world is what ignites the dark.
So, I played through the night, as the bowls softly sang,
Their crystalline tones through the cosmos rang.
And I heard them exclaim, as their resonance grew:
âAlign with your heartâthe gift is YOU!â
In the spirit of the holidays and the love in my heart may you have a blessed dayâŚ
Rhys