Purity Spiritual Principle
|Outer Focus||Devic Realms|
|Rainbow Color||Blue – Reasoning and Abstract Thinking|
|Evolving Color||Turquoise – Healed Thought/Logos|
While Innocence connects its wearer to the archetypal realms – the organizing patterns and ideas of a form – Purity brings that pattern closer to concrete realization. unity sees the blueprint. Purity understands the intention, the perfection, the crystallization of an idea that is on its way to manifestation. Purity identifies its wearer with the Earth Angels (the Devas of the earth) and carries the idea closer to materialization.
If you have Purity in your garment, you constantly search for the intention, the meaning, and the original components behind a form. You’re able to hear what hasn’t necessarily been said because you understand the forethought.
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As I watch the intricate snow patterns etched on my kitchen window, I’m reminded how snowflakes were my first memory of what it meant to be “pure of heart.” For me, snow has always been God’s reminder that each individual is as elegant, complicated, and stunning as a snowflake – a unique blueprint from the lining of God’s heart. What better way to remember this truth than be surrounded by swirling drifts of snow – and no school! From the child’s viewpoint, however, the downside of snowstorms was my mother, a blizzard in her own right, who felt it was too dangerous for us to be in playing in the snow. This perception of my mother, however, was transformed a few years ago. The following vignette reflects the power of the Purity principle – and it occurred in the midst of winter.
For several years before her death, my mother’s mind rapidly succumbed to Alzheimer’s. She recognized no one, and spent her hours in the nursing home, screaming, eating, or sleeping. When I visited her last she insisted: “You are not my daughter – I would know her. You’re nice but you’re not my daughter.” One day as I walked down the corridor to visit her, I heard my mother screeching like a terrified, trapped animal. I gently approached her bedside, knowing it best not to touch her in this state. Even the trained staff were helpless in their attempts to soothe her. All I knew to do was to hum” Silent Night” and, with no prompting, I watched her hand reach out to meet mine. I assured her I would not hurt her and I promised to try and find her daughter.
At first, Ma was very confused: she recognized my voice but how could that be? I wasn’t her daughter’s form. I gazed directly into her vacant eyes and whispered:” Ma, I am your daughter and I love you. I always have and always will. I have never forgotten you.” Her body shivered, the fear melted like ice held to fire, and “Thank you – I love you too,” slipped from her drooping mouth. And then, a deep, peaceful sleep claimed her for several hours. As her grip on my fingers slowly relaxed, I leaned into the nurses standing there and together we wept. All the caregivers were women who had been on the receiving end of my mother’s “sharpness” at one time of their lives. No one expected they’d be witness to the power of Purity in my mother’s soul.
Skeptics dismiss this story as Ma being under the influence of Alzheimer’s. I believe it was a moment when the “radiant beams of God’s love shone through” and the face of the Divine became visible. In a moment of Grace, the “wicked witch” story dissolved and blueprint of gentleness and being cherished emerged as recognition.
And so, I am reminded once again, looking at the snow, that blizzards are difficult to live with – it doesn’t matter if they come in nature or in human form. The common denominator, in terms of Purity, is that every storm is composed of snowflakes and their patterns are perfect. It simply takes a discerning eye to see the delicacy of God’s plan.