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  • Writer's picturePenny Muller

Thinning of the Veil

Updated: Mar 1, 2022

Let nature be a conduit for spiritual awakening and renewal.

The sky was magical when I came home on the ferry the other night. Light peeked through layers of peach and mauve, revealing worlds beyond worlds, as far as the eye could see. The spray from the speeding vessel felt refreshing after a day in the city and I watched as the clouds moved and changed, revealing hearts, puppies, and other myriad forms and fancies. Others sat inside, hidden behind their phones and face coverings, unaware of the mystical spiritual experience that was available.

My favourite author, Lucy Maud Montgomery, who wrote the Anne of Green Gables series, conveys a spiritual connection with nature throughout her novels. Montgomery's Emily series was drawn from aspects of her own life. Her character, Emily, talks about a lifting of the veil that she calls ''the flash''. L M Montgomery also mentioned this in her autobiography, The Alpine Path (1917):

It has always seemed to me, ever since early childhood, that, amid all the commonplaces of life, I was very near to a kingdom of ideal beauty. Between it and me hung only a thin veil. I could never draw it quite aside, but sometimes a wind fluttered it and I caught a glimpse of the enchanting realm beyond—only a glimpse—but those glimpses have always made life worth while.

As the earth's vibrational frequency ascends, many are talking about a 'thinning of the veil', where our connection to other realms is becoming more tangible. I was listening to Elizabeth April talking about 5th dimensional frequency in this interview Elizabeth April - Psychic, Consciousness, 5D [Ep. 08] - YouTube. She was saying that when we're in alignment with this higher frequency, we will find ourselves looking at a tiny snail, thinking it's the cutest thing we've ever seen. I came across this one at Southbank a couple of days ago. When we are truly in the love frequency, love becomes universal. Rather than loving one person but not another, we become love, therefore we feel more love, appreciation and awe for ourselves and everyone and everything around us.

Nature is also a conduit to seeing the interconnectivity of life, the bigger picture, and the magnitude of all of existence in this world and in the universe. This enables us to broaden our perspective and to find our purpose. Maintaining the spiritual connection that we can access through nature helps us to feel safe. We begin to recognise that we are not alone but are always protected and part of the oneness that is the source of all things.

Throughout my life, I have felt the thinning of the veil while in nature. This is a space of openness, of rawness, where beauty seems almost too perfect to be real, and where past and present emotions are magnified and brought close to the surface. It's a transformational, almost out-of-body experience, where time and the outside world cease to exist.

Nature's Hand

The deep wood smell of grass and flower,

Takes me to enchanted hour,

Where like a bird I soar and flow,

A place I rarely think to go.

In leafy arbours I abide,

And feelings hidden deep inside,

Dance before me in the air,

The hand of nature leads them there.

And I forget all worldly things,

For wreaths of gold and fairies' wings,

Lift up my soul and set it free,

'Til there is naught but them and me.

And I am dryad, nymph and queen,

Trysting in the sultry green,

And drifting 'neath the ending day,

That gently, softly, fades away.

Then waiting in the dusky haze,

For moonlight's magic, elfin phase,

I feel the depths of joy, of pain,

That I would die to touch again.

Then bittersweet I sense the tears,

Of love, of wonder, through the years,

That laid me bare, though left me strong,

Yet there is nowhere to belong.

I float, I dream, now of the night,

And longing for ethereal flight,

Unbroken by the chains of earth,

The realm that sits 'tween death and birth.

Then all at once awake, aware,

I sense in darkness danger there,

So midst the shadows wander on,

'Til beauty, nature, pain are gone.

- One of my poems (Kensington Gardens London at dusk, 2007)

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