“I” Speak Of Opals

Last night, I spoke to about 30 people in an Intro To Metaphysics Meetup.com Group. It was my first public speaking since 1988, because I was afraid.

The last time I did such a thing, the 90-minute seminar I offered turned into 8.5 soul-bleeding hours. The beings who attended needed my help very badly and I could not stop giving it until all were helped. I leaned on my erstwhile wife as we went upstairs that night, and I could not say “good morning” to her the next day.

“However innumerable all beings are, I Vow to save them all.”
First Precept of Mahayana Buddhism, the Bodhisattva’s Vow

But in February of this year, Karen Fox saw clairvoyantly that I am to speak to people face-to-face again. This vision was given to her in partial response to my question, “What role do Opals play in my past and future?” I feared Karen’s message tremendously, but I will not have fear.

“The whole secret of existence is to have no fear.”
~ The Buddha

So I meditated upon Ralph Waldo Emerson’s words for several weeks.

Do the thing we fear, and the death of fear is certain.

Always do what you are afraid to do.

Fear defeats more people than any other one thing in the world.

He who is not every day conquering some fear has not learned the secret of life.

Then I approached Fredda Laurel, the psychic organizer of the Intro To Metaphysics Meetup Group, and offered to do a half hour on the metaphysical properties of Opals. She scheduled me gladly, two months in advance.

I prepared diligently. My talk would be in three orderly parts:

1. The mundane lore of Opal: chemistry, varieties, historical facts, etc.
2. The generally accepted esoteric properties & uses of Opal
3. My personal, unique experiences with Opal, to scare the kiddies pleasantly

I put all this into a PDF file, with lots of pretty Opal pictures and live links to additional Opal resources. You can download my Opal notes here, if you wish.

Then I left all my notes at home, quite deliberately. I don’t kill trees unnecessarily, and paper handouts do not contain live links; I just told the audience to download the file if they wished. Also, I knew I had to let my Heart speak in immediate, present response to the hearts of my audience, not just read what my mind had written earlier while I was alone.

I brought all of my Opals to pass around the room while I spoke. I was pleasantly surprised by several people who brought their Opals to share with me! Our hearts connected before I even took the floor – and my fear died, as Ralph promised.

Then I walked to the front of the room, opened my mouth, and I died too. I, a mere Unicorn, took on the Aspect of a fearless, faithful, self-sacrificing Dancer!

I surrendered my place in existence, allowed myself to be utterly annihilated. The Goddess filled the space I Made for Her, and She spoke to the people.

I don’t remember a damned word that She said. But when She finished and restored me to existence, She left me Her memories of the people’s faces.

On some faces, Belief rose like the dawning Sun. Bodies stirred as if to rise up in hope. Chins nodded up and down, agreeing and eager to be agreed with. Eyes blazed with Wonder and discovery. These were the faces of happy people, Believers, people who felt, “I can do something with this!”

On other faces, Disbelief spread like slime on a swamp. Frowns appeared. Arms were crossed defensively. Feet tapped impatiently as time was wasted. Disbelieving, there was nothing to be done with what was heard. These faces were unhappy.

Disbelievers rushed for the door when I returned to existence. Some Believers came to me; touched me; told me I “have a powerful voice”; and shared with me what was dawning upon them and what they have always known but didn’t dare say aloud.

One Believer, a woman with whom I Danced in Elizabeth I’s court, even hugged me. She told me that she “loves” how I say whatever is on my mind, fearlessly. She is working on being more like that, she said shyly. That was her hangup in Bess’ time, as well. We have karmic business to complete in this lifetime, and I look forward to helping her do her Buddha’s work.

We spoke, and looked deeply into each other’s eyes, until her boyfriend became uneasy. I learned more of her present condition. Now I have all that I need to Make for her what a Unicorn Makes in honor of a Dancer, and what will help her do her Buddha’s work. Brown and pink it shall be, for she is of the good honest Earth and her aura is suffused with the gentle, rosy glow of Charity.

The Goddess will use me again to speak of Opals to the people. I may even get a passport for the first time in this lifetime.

Thank you, Karen Fox.

Namaste’, my Goddess! Your Kiss burns upon my brow, marking me as Yours and making me more-than-Unicorn. I shall never fear anything again… not even invader, mind-controlling, space monster CATS!

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