Water: Purifying the Flow of Life

Excerpt from a new work by Deborah Goudreault on the physical and subtle dynamics of Water, and why harmonizing our inner and outer relationship to it is essential to purifying and advancing the flow of life on Earth. Contact for an update on its full 2018 release!

"Chapter 1: Called by the Sea

My Great-Great Grandfather on my father’s side was a well-known Welsh ship builder in the early 1800’s. After the death of his wife in childbirth, he captained two ships across the Atlantic, the Margaret and the Minor named after his two beloved daughters, and began a new life with his children in Meteghan, Nova Scotia. He was a fearless and adventurous Captain, and a reverent disciple of the sea, who quickly built a business as a sea merchant. He sailed many times up and down the coast of North America and as far as the Caribbean Islands, transporting lumber in exchange for rum and molasses which he sold to the Colonies. All remaining accounts indicate he was respected in every port along the way as one who had successfully mastered navigating both the waters of the Atlantic and the diverse cultural relationships of his multinational trade network.

His lifelong bond with the sea and specialized knowledge of the Earth’s waters were of no interest to his children or his children’s children, and seemed to be a lost inheritance, having died with him. My parents worked the land in New England, like my Grandfather. Neither he or my Father ever even learned to swim and rarely ventured from the fields to which they bound and devoted their lives. I grew up schooled in their intuitive understanding of Earth’s nature and the abundance that came from a life lived in harmony with it. Our only connection to water was the rain we prayed would nourish our crops each spring and summer, but this was not enough for me. As soon as I could drive, I would escape as often as I could to the nearby coast, to be close to the waves, to touch the power and wisdom of a vast unknown ocean. Later as an adult, I discovered I was never whole or truly home until I spent time on a small ship exploring the waters and remote islands of Mid-Coast Maine. Whatever that connection my Great-Great Grandfather had to the water, it surfaced again within me after generations, like an old familiar song calling to my heart from the unseen depths of a wild, dark Atlantic. For days at sea, I moved as it moved and felt as it felt, with a steadiness, confidence and strength I never experienced in the world of my often clumsy land legs. Within the ocean was a force that seemed to know me, and through which I could know more of myself. At sea, I plugged into the network of Nature in a way that was for me more unbound than on land. On the water, everything was given to merge; to surrender to the dance of moons and tides. Boundaries melted away and life had no choice but to adjust and adapt in synchrony with its perfectly harmonized cycles. The ocean existed as I perceived the true nature of life to be in my mind, and there afloat between shores of here and there, of positive and negative, of past and future, I became immersed in a dimension that encompassed all. The firm grounding and relative stillness of land was absolutely overrated, and the mutable and magnetic powers of the sea ignited and charged my own.

Once raised beyond my ordinary level of energy and perception to the inner senses of a mariner, I began to feel even more closely the sea ‘s own consciousness. I listened to its lamenting ballad of a dream of purpose lost; a dream to keep pure and preserve the outer waters of Earth and the inner oceans of man. I followed a stream of choruses that flowed up from the deep in time with the waves, woven like stanzas in an epic poem. They told of how waste, exploitation, fear and lost integrity in our relationships with each other had so polluted the psyche of humanity that it became a sea of its own; a sea of conflict which overflowed continuously into the waters of Earth until even their capacity to cleanse and harmonize our bodies and minds had become compromised, devitalized and disempowered. So it was, that the mental and physical waste of human progress had backed up into the very resource given to purify, enliven and replenish the Earth, humanity, and all its inhabitants. The song repeated wave after wave until I felt all of its truth; until far beyond the last ring of lobster buoys all that was left in the four directions was a view of humanity’s destruction and disharmony stretched across the face of the sea. I surrendered and bowed to the grace with which the ocean carried me, wondering how many of us could do the same if our own self had been laid waste by another’s hands. I cried at the majesty of its once fearless purity; the ocean of my Great-Great Grandfather somehow still radiating in faint measure when rays of light lit a fire on its face at sunrise. Leaning over the side of the ship, I offered my salty tears back to the sea. Each one a promissory note that her song would not be lost in silence; drops of a nectar of hope that together we could be more. I promised that as it carried my reflection and that of all humanity, I would carry its, and we would make purer, heal and uplift ourselves together. I would endeavor to cleanse the physical and subtle oceans of my being. I would take responsibility for becoming a song of harmonization for myself and others, and like the sun’s fire become a light that restores in the impure, the energy of their true nature. I promised to remember always that the world is us, and we are together a brother and sisterhood of humanity; interwoven facets of a universal network of being.

Most days I walk upon the land, but inside me the waters dance endlessly to a song that echoes a dream of fearless purity, of balanced regeneration and harmonized exchange. Even as the oceans bear the weight of our worst human acts and channel the debris of our darkest feelings, their waves never stop, never leave us to stagnate in the inertia of our past limits, always stirring us to flow more freely toward an existence of greater Light. We too must never stop, because the oceans and Earth crying out to be harmonized and revitalized echo the repressed and violent cries of our own selves. They cannot be transformed solely by the physical effects of our intellect and outer technologies. The world is us and its emancipation from suffering depends not solely on outer technologies, but on each of us realizing and integrating the energy, purity, Light and Consciousness waiting in the depths of our human totality. Water is indeed an element with much to teach us, and if we look further into its depths as a primordial energy operating in the subtle network of our being, as well as a physical substance enlivening our planet, we will discover far more than a surface reflection of ourselves. "

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Deborah GoudreaultDecember 31, 2017