Go To The Temple

by Lian Brook-Tyler

Whenever I arrive in a new place, I seek out the ancient temple of that land… Roman, Templar, Greek, Buddhist, Hindu, Egyptian, Mayan, or, if I’m especially blessed, megalithic.

I do this to honour, remember, and learn.

It isn’t about this deity or that, though I will pay my respects if they are still present… It’s the temple itself.

The temples were built with great sacrifice - both noble and tragic - by those called to create them, with the intention that they would outlive them and generations of their descendants. The most ancient temples are often those whose hearts still echo within the stones, even after millennia.

The temples still hold great power, able to activate, initiate, and teach those of us devoted to remembering and re-membering the archetypal power of the temple, within and without.

Of course, don’t wait until you can visit a grand temple… Go to the oak tree, your altar, the mountain, your meditation cushion, the sea - and there, pray, make offerings, listen, bless, and be blessed.

But when you can, go to the temple.

Fall into the indentations left by the knees of long-ago worshippers, the worn stones pulling you down into the paradoxical power of humility.

Walk through the doorways that welcomed warriors returning from battle, heavy with pain, grief, and shame. There, you might lay down your own.

Kiss the place where priestesses once lit candles night after night, their devotion still viscerally present for those sensitive enough to see their movements, and be moved deeper into your own.

Go to the temple… May it remind you who you are and why you’re here. ♥️

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