THE ART OF ATTUNEMENT. 

by Stella Rodgers - 23rd May 03.   

Our guides are always with us,

From the beginning to the end:

Attunement is the link,

The key to spiritual friends:

It’s the all-important pivot

Around which our spirits ‘blend’.

It’s the bridge between the physical, and the soul.

To the guides and helpers near,

Without them we’d be ships without control.

It opens doors of welcome

And yes, we’re learning as we go

But we’re not on our own

A ‘trade’ is a certain knowing of the tools.

A ‘craft’ is to be learned

In a way of this or that,

With example of a master, or certain school…

But not the art we speak of …

This is something NEW.

OUR masters are not teachers with paints of oil

They are using the inner coloured lights,

With brush-strokes of practice and long toil,

There, where the spirit lies they start,

They are working silently, within …

Where only spirits can begin.

So is the beauty of this art seen only…

With the invisible eyes of the spirit friend?

Or are WE not looking

With eyes that must learn to extend?

Extend the vision to that special place,

And see not the physical, but the spirit’s face.

When we fall in love with a person

Aren’t we lost for words to describe?

How then can those words be found?

For a hidden thought that only exists inside?

THAT is seeing with the true beholders eye,

That’s how we learn to be inspired!

For what reason then is it cultivated?

This art, this new attunement found,

What reward for us is on the cards?

If we only make a but a tiny sound

In a world of loudness and fear

Well, its knowing that spirit’s near.

Why then in the scheme of things

If the paint seems to pour itself

By some invisible hand,

Why ever does the artist carry on?

Is the ‘doing’ of the service a reward itself?

Or is it only at the Master’s command?

That thread of love goes back forever,

So far back in time

This tie of ceaseless pulsing light,

This trail of undying fire

It leads us ever onwards

Back towards our home

If a healer can make some difference,

If a medium can hold up a torch,

Then the journey hasn’t been wasted,

We know the traveller’s hope,

To give to those that follow,

Here passed our love, and they know.

This then is the art of attunement,

To link spirit to another spirit’s self

Up through all our spirit guides

We all have come to help.

This then is the Masters gift to us

Our own true knowing - we are loved.

Amen.