The English word metaphor comes from a Greek root. The “meta-” part means across. The “-phor” part means to carry. The Greek root meaning of metaphor is “to carry across.”
A metaphor is an image we use, a bridge that carries meaning across from one thing to another. For instance, when we say that our spiritual quest for oneness is a journey home, we carry all the connotations and images of journeys and homes over to add to our understanding of the spiritual quest. A metaphor is a plank thrown across a ditch to move studs onto a deck to frame a new house. A metaphor is a door we open to enhance our lives.
Metaphors can be beautiful images that add meaning by associating one idea with another—we can read poetry and look at photographs for the sheer pleasure of how they transport us and expand our hearts and minds—but metaphors have urgent, practical uses as well. We need them in order to grow, in order to build, in order to journey toward new understandings and destinations. We need them as individuals living increasingly complex lives, and today we need them as a society facing threats to so much that we love and depend on to survive.
The Golden Room is a metaphor that first came to me as a vision (to read it, click here). The metaphor has extended over time in two directions:
the image of making an inner journey to and through our heart’s core Golden Room;
and the image of building an inner home or outer ideal life that is an expression of our heart’s core calling and becomes the Golden Room in and from and for which we live.
This website moves back and forth between spiritual and material realms over the bridges of these two extended metaphors of journey and building. They are not meant to provide a map or house plan to follow, they simply help describe the ways we go about finding and living in and from our Golden Room.
Morning glory blue–that is what my eye looks for on summer mornings, a flower or many flowers opening on the vines. I wake up thirsting for more. It diminishes the day, it dims me, when I cannot drink in that pleasure I am craving.
The wide open sky of the flower draws me in, but it is the light at the heart’s core that is the destination it has in mind for me. It hopes I am not one of those who flies by or settles for petals. It prays I will be a pollinator and dive into that light and help it seed the world with more of the beauty we are all born to share.
I confess that I often see only the blue, only the lovely surface. I rush on drunk from one sip, calling it more than enough. It takes time to move to the core. Look deeply into this photograph and see what you feel.
It feels to me as if there is a sun down there in the center of all that sky, a powerful force and source of life.
It feels as if there is something waiting in that tunnel that wants to come forth, something the world needs. I feel its urgency to make fertile the seed. I want to help.
I feel that this tunnel leads to the light that dwells at the heart of all things, and if I dive into it here, I could swim anywhere in the universe. If I help this light, I help all light. If I know deeply its light, I know better your light.
I want to find that glow inside myself, inside every moment. Where is it in me? Where is it in this moment?
I want to help you find yours, too. There are proven ways to do it, and we live in an extremely exciting time because ancient ways are being revived and new ones are evolving, blossoming from the intertwining strands of the old. Here are two ways we can find our heart’s core light: Continue reading →