As the season of the Christ Mass festival approaches, a lovely and unusually powerful symbol for the spirit of this time is that of the hands cupped in openness and receptivity. For me, this is also a perfect symbol of the purified Master soul. It is a symbol that bears the hallmark of the three cornerstones of Brotherhood: simplicity, humility, and selflessness. In all our White Eagle work, when we sit quietly in body and mind, we temporarily suspend and let go our little outer self and busy life. We are inwardly preparing ourselves with the simple gesture of cupping our hands in our lap, the left hand gently resting in the right hand, signifying that we are emptied of daily concerns of earth and ego and duly ready before God for the inflow of Spirit. In this way, we strive towards being a perfect channel for the healing Light to have its effect in the physical realm.
I wonder how many of us realize the extent to which we use our hands in normal everyday life. Use of our fingers and hands seems a given, and we may tend to take their many abilities for granted. But any sort of injury to a finger or a hand affects us more than we imagine when we have to cope with even this minor inconvenience, let alone something major happening to one or both of these vital appendages. My husband has arthritis in several of his fingers on both hands. The effect of this impairment is far-reaching, and neither of us would have imagined its magnitude!
Consider, too, the infinite number of ways that we can use our hands for constructive or destructive results. We reach out with our hand to steady the first rubbery, tottering steps of the child eager to walk. We give a soothing shoulder or foot massage to our spouse who comes home from an especially trying day at work. We take our favorite wooden spoon and stir the large pot of bubbling vegetable soup on the stove, having chopped the ingredients with the use of our hands and prepared with love this hot, nourishing meal for our family. Our fingers dance across the keys at our computer as we type a supportive email note to our friend in another country who is about to have back surgery. And yet we are constantly bombarded in the daily press with the sober, diverse, and destructive ingenuity with which some people choose to use their hands. Free will presents us with choices along the whole creative gamut of how we, individually and collectively, through the simple and astounding use of our hands, create today's course and thus design the future.
The thought that a look or gesture of our hands can say a thousand words is particularly relevant too. Unbelievably, ninety percent of all communication actually happens on a subtle or non-verbal level. Sixty percent of this is conveyed with our hands! This is a wake-up call for us to be consciously aware of what tasks we are committing our hands to and the countless ways we communicate with our hands without uttering a word.
Much of what we do in life with our hands is service, in one way or another. Think of the myriad ways we use our hands in our White Eagle work. The gift of tender love and warmth comes through our hands each time we do a contact healing. In our animal and human services, we sit with our hands cupped, much like the cup of the heart. When we enter the Temple at St. John's or place of sanctuary in our own home, many of us place our right hand over our heart either physically or mentally, depending on circumstances. In the Brotherhood work, our hands are clasped together during parts of the service, the right hand giving so that the left may receive, round the Circle in a flow of unbroken Love. And during tranquil moments of the day many of us, in our minds or actually, place our hands together at the heart in prayer with the fingers pointing upwards or interlaced and laying flat against the outside of the hands.
As we approach the winter solstice and the festival of the rebirth of the Christ Son in the hearts of all people, let us imagine that we are kneeling before the inner altar of Christ in that heavenly place. In simplicity of heart, in sincerity and humility, our hands are cupped. There is only the quiet beat of our hearts and the eternal rhythm of our breath. We are waiting for God. We are waiting on God. White Eagle tells us we could wait a lifetime, but in trust and in silence, we must wait. Before us, see the outreached, cupped hands of someone you love, whether in spirit or of one in physical life, and feel your fingers and hands touch. What joy is felt. What simple, true contentment is experienced when we each open to give and receive love through the blessing of our hands. What higher value is there in life than this?
© Zane Maser 2002.
This article was published in Drumbeat, Journal of the White Eagle Lodge (Canada), Volume 10, No. 3, page 4 (August 2002).
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