The UHJ is a very awakened institution. I could even say I felt its primary duty is to bring awakening to the Baha’i community, though that may need further reflection. The cathedra in the room as we prepared to meet them was awesome, the anticipation was high. The nine men on the House are the closest thing to living Baha’i initiates, and it felt like the room (to some extent myself) saw them that way. Individually, some were warm, some were more quick and quiet. But it really felt like something lands above in their combined presence.
I love Baha’u’llah and the great sacrifice and giving He made for humanity. His entire family gave so much, it’s amazing! So much pain, yet so much softness, heart and light from them, from Him. I am at a loss to describe what I felt, other than a white Light and Presence that moved me deeply each time I came in contact with it. In His taj at Mazra’ih (and the groundedness in His shoes), the walls of His cell, His room in Bahji - it really did feel like I was with him. And offering prayers at His shrine after the walking pilgrimage I felt such a longing to be inside the chamber where his body is buried, to draw closer and be one with that Light. I felt the power of Spirit behind His words, and the Connection above hearing my prayers. Prayers for love, for family, for friends, for God. We are only halfway through, and this really feels like a life-changing and deeply nourishing and renewing pilgrimage to the Holy Land.
It is quite remarkable the different qualities of Light I felt at each of the shrines. There was an overwhelming Solar presence and gold, and a deep, subtle, soft and mysterious space (a whiteness, perhaps?) at the shrine of Abdu’l-Baha. There was more gold above in my Column and below in the rich ethericity in the room at the shrine of the Bab, and this gold carried His unique sweetness and tenderness yet with great strength. And the White Light of Bahá felt very different and unique, yet not at all far removed from the others. All very complementary. The white was so soft and subtle, and touched me to my core, really carrying the depths of Baha’u’llah’s suffering, giving, joy, grandeur, lightness, heartness and love for God, humanity and the whole world. It felt embedded in the etheric of the plants and buildings, much like the trees around the shrine of the Bab feel ancient, wise and gold and warm. I really feel the Spirit of the Central Figures of the Baha’i Faith, and I am so grateful for and in awe of it.