Welcome

The following is an excerpt from the chapter entitled Welcome from my book Lessons from the Trumpet Vine. This writing is one of the earliest entries. I was just beginning to understand the communication and insight I would receive from the spiritual guidance I had been seeking with such earnestness. We were getting to know one another, or more correctly, I was being gently unveiled to their magnificence—they knew every aspect of my soul, my darkest moments and my most precious droplets of hope.

With my heartfelt love,

Jeri

Lessons from the Trumpet Vine

Written & Illustrated by Jeri L. Glatter

Welcome

All will flow smoothly in the stream, as the waters of your intention flow with the universe, to serve the highest good. This is not to say there will not be struggles. Boulders also live in the stream, but as you now move in a purposeful direction, you will overcome. You will not drown. At times, you will rush over fields of rocks with a magnificent velocity. Do not believe that you are creating those moments, nor should you attach any grandiosity, for this ability to rise above such obstacles is a gift which carries you. Learn to enjoy those moments and be thankful, but do not come to expect them. They too require effort.

At times, you will need to adjust your course, as you will be blocked by the largest of boulders. With that will come the understanding that there is much that is not within your power to move or change. At other times, you will need to flow quietly within the hidden current beneath the surface. This will teach you humility and grace. Much practice and time will be required to learn how to discern the appropriate action. This lesson will travel with you for your lifetime. You must come to the village each day. Your absence will create a dam, preventing the flow of the stream. Do not allow that. We ask you to keep the flow in constant motion. As life is ever–changing, so shall you be.

Each day you must exercise the ability to let go of the outcome of your work. This will be one of your most difficult challenges. The result is not yours to design, and this understanding requires an act of faith. You must let go of your plans and your view of what your life could be. You must trust, and work, and visit the village daily with an open heart and an open mind. View the need to know the effect of your work as an unwanted boulder blocking your flow. Use the momentum of your faith to push the boulder aside. Each push will make you stronger and more capable, until one day the boulder will rest on the river side.


The Lesson of Humanity

With my highest intention—I wish to share an excerpt from

Lessons from the Trumpet Vine

Written & Illustrated by Jeri L. Glatter

The Lesson of Humanity

When the last has arrived, all stand shoulder–to–shoulder, forming a circle. The four elders gently smile with approval and speak regally with pride. Look amongst you, they say, and see what you have accomplished! Together we form a circle, as we represent the bowl of humanity and life. Each of you has come, and each of you has brought a portion of the bowl we now create. How magnificent our bowl! Each and every one of you—from the smallest swaddled baby against her mother’s chest to the strongest and wisest among you—and every grain of sand between are necessary. Each of you has come together with the rest to form the richest of clays, and from that our bowl has been created. Our bowl of humanity is strong, and from within we can hold the weak. We can bring forth the harvest, hold our life water, heal the sick, bury the tired, and live in harmony.

A voice is heard. What of the lost, and those who do not join us?

The elders quietly weep as they speak again. There are some who come to the village not to live, but to continue their dying. There are some who choose to ignore the call to the village. All have a purpose. There is no waste. At times, those who remain lost lay stones in their wake, demonstrating where not to travel, so that others may find some grace. Whenever you meet them, embrace them and greet them with compassion and love. At times, the weakest among us are those who bring forth the most powerful of gifts. We can easily be fooled into believing that only the strongest bring us our lessons. Yet our treatment of the weak is what brings about the best in us. Their weakness becomes our strength. Thank them.

From their chests, the four elders beam in awe and pride and continue speaking. We are so very proud of you, they say. Feel our pride. Take that gratification into your heart and celebrate! For this is our most important task—the bowl we create when we share the same village. All are welcome.


The Lesson of Balance

With my best intentions and love I offer an excerpt from

Lessons from the Trumpet Vine

The Lesson of Balance

With my heartfelt love,

Jeri

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The Lesson of Balance

Courageously, the trumpet vine grows, the roots instinctively grasping the earth as the vines journey upward toward the light. Despite not knowing where the growth will end, the reach continues in both directions. This is the way all should live their lives. Each day, let us act as the trumpet vine. Let us look down upon our roots, hold firmly, thank the earth, and look above, saying with peace and confidence, “I do not know what my vine will look like or where or when my journey will end. I do not know what I will come upon or what shall cross my path. But despite not knowing, despite being unsure and unable to know the final outcome, I courageously continue to grow. For this day, with faith, I will do my best to reach toward the heavens. For this day, I will do my best to grow toward spirit, the highest source, or God, and toward love and light. Today, with gratitude, I will do everything I can to be the most glorious expression of the energy that exists between heaven and earth.”

Lessons from the Trumpet Vine

Written & Illustrated by; Jeri L. Glatter


The Lesson of the Healing Cup

Excerpt: Lessons from the Trumpet Vine

The Lesson of the Healing Cup

We see you are perplexed, the elders said to me, as you sit in confusion regarding this group of words that you have written. Despite your ability to access the many gifts of creativity which you have been granted, you still become trapped at times within the physical world. You have done much to allow yourself the freedom to enter into the realm of the intangible, and for that we are grateful. Yet, at moments, you continue to struggle with what appears to be the simplest of chores, and we find this somewhat amusing. You have molded your experience with us thus far into a physical format in which you are unsuccessfully trying to fit this particular group of words. We smile at this, kindly, dear one. Let us assist you.

The day that these words were written we brought to you a magnificent vision to assist us in delivering a message. This message is our gift to the Healers that walk among you, and the message also holds important instructions for them. Through this vision, we hoped that you might draw attention to the healers’ unfathomable beauty and to their importance as we pay tribute to their work. We ask that they listen to our message, within your words. Place this among your pages, do not concern yourself with organized patterns in the form of chapters or prose versus poetry. All of your words are intended to serve the highest good. Stop fretting and have faith. Let the words remain as they came to you.

The Healing Cup

I saw a vision of the healer.

She stood in gentle strength.

My face flushed in awe of her beauty.

A gossamer of golden filament

created a transparent veil

luxuriously encapsulating her.

She was aglow.

Her arms were stretched open,

like the wings of the blue jay soaring,

in her welcome to the universe and

all held therein for mankind.

Her empty hands were gently cupped

in silken pods to behold

the most precious of gifts.

From her heart a labyrinth reached out—

delicate threads of golden rays.

She humbly asked for wisdom and compassion

to ebb and flow in gentle waves,

to wash upon the shore of her soul.

Her face serene in wonderment,

she silently wept.

From the midnight sky, a waterfall

cascaded upon her—

iridescent falling stars,

constellations of golden dust.

With hands overflowing,

she brought them together

to rest in front of her heart.

She gazed into hands,

mesmerized by her treasure—

molten gold swirling in tides of pearlescent luster,

undulating and flowing.

She remained unmoving,

diligent in her task,

she asked for direction.

“Gaze into your hands,” came the response. “you will see,

as cream from the udder rises from milk,

the richest of healing will come to rest on top.

Tip the cup first toward yourself. The richest is for you,

for an empty vessel cannot heal.

Practice this motion on the dawn of each day.

Then you will be able to give from the healing cup.”