When I look at the pieces of my life, sometimes they remind me of colored pieces of shattered glass.
Sometimes I’ll pick up a piece, and can’t really find where it fits.
It seems dislocated from the rest.
Some pieces have sharp edges, they remind me of pain. Some pieces are brightly colored; they remind me of passionate, intense moments. Some pieces are pastel, they flow like water. They remind of those in-between days where life just drifted along in an easy pace, in a comfortable routine. Some pieces are opaque; those were the times when I shifted into a new role of consciousness… from baby, to child, to teenager, to adult.
And sometimes, when I look long and hard at all the pieces, I can somewhere see the outline of the colorful vase it represents.
It was in one of those moments of looking long and hard, that I heard the voice of Ambrose in my consciousness. Often I think that he was always there, just waiting for me to recognize him. Waiting for me to stand still long enough so that I could see, waiting for me to be quiet long enough so that I could hear.
Awareness is sometimes a process that happens over a period of time. It is a process that can be similar to a scavenger hunt. Finding a piece of puzzle here, following its lead, and finding another piece of the puzzle there, following its lead, until finally you have all the pieces and they make up a picture that you can read.
That was the way it was with Ambrose and myself. He revealed himself slowly, so that I could learn to trust both him and my intuition. In our dealings with the spiritual world, trust and discernment go hand-in-hand, and are the most difficult to obtain.
I needed to learn how to trust him, to differentiate his voice from my own, and also to realize that we are on this journey together. We are co-creators in this journey, he won’t have all the answers, and neither do I. Together, however, we can seek out the truth, like the sea-voyagers from old that chartered unknown territory.
Discovering that Ambrose was an entity from another galaxy, another world that was different from the one I knew, was at first both frightening and foreign. By the time he revealed it to me, I was amazed at how myth and reality sometimes join together in a complex interplay of shadow and light.
I knew a couple of months before I immigrated to Australia, that I would meet a spiritual mentor. The word “mentor” was very strong in my mind. I was however expecting to meet somebody in the flesh, and not on the astral planes.
The Chiron galaxy from where he came is linked in a mythological way to Chiron, the Centaur that tutored heroes during the time of Heracles, and Jason and the Argonauts and the search for the Golden Fleece.
Chiron is furthermore known as the “wounded healer” because he was accidentally wounded by Heracles in combat, but unable to die. He then traded his immortality for release of Prometheus, the god who brought fire - light, illumination - to the planet.
The name “Ambrose” means immortal, and after some time I discovered that he was indeed still living on his planet, but he was dying. He was meeting with me in the astral realms to prepare me for a spiritual journey that we will both be undertaking.
During this time, similar to Jason and his quest for the Golden Fleece, I was meeting my own demons and monsters from the past, in order to be cleared of old pain and anger, so that I could be a more efficient channel for the Ambrose writings.
Similar to Chiron, he was trading his life to bring light and illumination to this planet. The light that will shine from the embers of darkness, the healing light that is always present even in the midst of unmentionable pain.
This is then the start of the journey of Ambrose and myself.
I have been blessed by God, and if I’m blessed there is one reason,
and one reason only, and that is to help others.
Akiane Kramarik, child artist prodigy
Remembering
I have travelled several light years
yet, I was with you always
whispering to you in the
quiet hours before dawn
O kira-ye a shimba-na
Remember me, as I remember you
You were once what you are now becoming
unlock the teacher in your soul
Open the gates of wisdom
you carry the key so close
it's almost impossible to see
I will remember you
as you remember me.
*Note – The foreign language is as spoken by Ambrose.
