Good evening, everyone. As we come down the home stretch of our book club time (a metaphor influenced, I admit, from the world series in baseball), I am filled with gratitude for our nourishing time together. I am also aware that we have a new member who joined just a few days ago. I invite all of you to jump in to any of the previous discussions, as I offer a final topic for our last few days together:
What Jung called the "connuntio", the union of the masculine and feminine in the psyche which gives birth to psychologoical wholeness, is referred to in two places in "Doorstep."
On page 50-51, when Teresa is imprisoned by the Inquisition, she is gifted with a rapture, a vision of "A most beautiful crystal globe in the shape of the castle. The nearer I get to the center, the stronger the light...In the innermost chamber, I have no 'I.' No Mother Teresa of the Melon-head...'I' and 'You' are One."
Then, in the last moments of the play, Alma speaks of her marriage to Eli,"After we are wed beneath a canopy of stars, we will walk out into the meadow, to welcome the return of the exiled Shekhinah, the bride of God. A place will be set for her at the wedding feast. On this night, the human and the divine become one."
Have any of you experienced a day, a moment, a dream, where you have felt this spiritual marriage? If you feel comfortable doing so, share your experience, or simply respond to the two passages cited above, with your feelings, questions, aspirations or longings.
I will offer a dream that had me waking with tears of wonder and joy: In the dream I see a beautiful green plant, like none I have seen in waking life, rounded leaves, a deep rich color. Out of the center of the plant, as from a source deep within, a fountain or water bubbles up, gently watering the lovely bowing leaves. Then, the scene is bathed in a brilliant white light. It gets brighter and brighter, until the self-watering plant fades and all I see is a blinding white light.
I woke and thought, "Is this the White Light? Am I dead??...I realize no, I am vibrantly alive. The plant is the life force. the Self, and it lives within me...And when I die, I will live in IT.
Many blessings and love to you all, Elizabeth