By Cecille Swayneson
I’ll always remember the first time I stepped into the heartbeat of the universe. The opportunity presented itself while I was living at King Edward Road in Jamaica, West Indies. There were many ‘things’ about this house and ‘yard’ which were special. The huge, cool and mysterious semblance embedded within the archaic design of the house was formidable like a wise unwavering eye.
One special accessory within the yard, was a swing composed of thick beige rope which supported a substantial smooth, worn wooden seat; Atop the swing, perched on sprawling sturdy branches was a make-shift treehouse devoid of walls: the house was a wide square wood tucked securely within the elbows of four branches, this was where I spent hours reading. The leaves served as enclosure. Dreamy days were spent swinging back and forth, flying high; gazing at sky and landscape, breeze blowing against my skin…for whatever reason, my sisters and brother weren’t interested in the swing or treehouse. This was my heaven on earth.
I have no idea why nature decided to open its mysterious ways to me that day, but open it did.
It was mid morning. I walked through the silent shaded rooms and onto the shiny black marble verandah; I stood looking onto the front yard, taking in the high green hedge against the crisp, caribbean-blue backdrop. The clouds were swept clear. It was a glorious morning and all was still and beautiful. Down the black steps I descended, once my feet touched the solid surface of ground, I was no longer earth bound. I had stepped into a single, vibration. Every single solitary thing was still. Time as I knew it had stopped. The only thing which hadn’t stopped was the heartbeat. The universal heartbeat. And I was in that heartbeat. My heart was that of the trees, breeze, grass, dirt, clouds vibrating…as they did. No longer a separate entity. “From earth we came and so we shall return.” Never were such words truer. My feet were rooted to the earth and yet I was weightless. My head danced upwards and merged into sky, expanding outwards, rolling into infinity, and I could see forever and there were no dividing lines. All had merged, beating in time and I felt like they felt, stupendous. I had expanded, contracted, and became one. And one was everything on earth…
“God is good, God is great.” I heard a voice whispering, felt words slipping from my mouth, heard rustling of leaves, sun on my face, releasing me from a most profound mystical enchantment. Even though ten years old, I knew I had been gifted. By the universe. And I marveled at what I had experienced. Many years later I spoke about it to someone.
Yesterday, I ‘happened’ upon the posted tape below by Louie Schwartzberg. I was rendered to tears, so profoundly moved was I by the truth he had extracted and passed on. I believe we all know that the truth of life is found in the beauty that surrounds us and which also dwells within us all; our ‘part’ is to be grateful for that priceless gift, which is a huge component of the seeming mystery of life. Gratitude demonstrated toward self and others is important. Gestures, priceless are very welcomed and needed. Go ahead and make your day and another. Give thanks for each precious day.