Some may be wondering why I’ve called this blog what I’ve called it…
If you google it, you’ll end up at millions of Wiccan websites. That’s not where I first heard it though. I have a big soft spot for Wicca, having a close affinity with nature as it does, understanding the relationship between the seen and the unseen worlds, and the big two reasons that make it such a fast growing religion: 1) They validate women as women 2) You get to develop your spiritual gifting. I think Christianity has a heck of a lot to learn from Wicca. Ignore at your peril! However, Christians who have in any way looked into their prophetic gifting, also realise that there are physical and spiritual realms, seen and unseen. (What helps me is to think of what Frodo Baggins sees when he wears the ring…)
There have been moments, in worship, in meetings, in power-places, and sometimes just in my bedroom, when the Presence of God fills the air and you get that sense of Heaven and Earth interlocking. Bang. Those are places where the Veil is thin. How the earth was always intended to be – Heaven and Earth combined in a glorious relationship, free-flowing access between them – and it will be like that one day. Until that day, we have to make do with rare, beautiful, costly instances where the Lord permits us to glimpse beyond the possibilities of this mundane, flesh-and-blood world, into a world far more real, far richer and more beautiful.
Wrote a poem about this concept ages ago:
The Veil is Thin
O, take me to that place where the veil is thin,
Where the scent of the unseen plane is borne
On an air that breathes into bone and skin,
Where the sun shines pure as its maiden dawn.
O, take me to that place where the spirit is free,
Where the wedge that the city drives between
This visible world and the home beyond
No longer obstructs, they are loosed to bond.
I long to be in that place where you walked through walls,
Behind locked doors and on clouds were raised,
Where a burning bush spoke the words of heaven,
Where rules were broken and all left amazed.
For what undergirds the earth and caps the sky;
The essence the air is encompassed by,
I long to befriend, and to prove what I feel -
That the real is the spirit and the spirit is real.
O, I long for that place where the veil is thin!
Where a raindrop breaks on the back of my hand
And the faintest trace of an aftertaste
Of you, great Carpenter, is there within.
Let me long dwell where that veil is so thin,
Let my life in that place be forever entrenched
And when I must leave may I always return
To that place where my thirst is assuredly quenched.
Where nature itself is a carpet to stars,
Where I see that through you and for you, all things are.
