"We are to experience without limitation." - Rysa
A friend commented as I was coming out of the hole of the last two months, "Like a short dark night of the soul?"
"Nope, that's different. That period shall be forevermore be known as my "Rage Against the Machine" time."
Last Saturday I glanced at an old photograph in the coffeetable book Sunshine, Fruit and Flowers: Santa Clara County, CA. Two girls are playing near a house amongst acres of French prunes and apricots. Mabel and Evelyn Tantau's orchards are no longer here on the land I live that they onced lived on - literally, our backyard was theirs decades ago. (Ours, theirs, who does Terra belong to when you are all of It?)
Walking to the Campbell Farmer's Market the following day, I felt my gut lurch and twist witnessing mile after mile after mile (it's a hike) of asphalt and concrete dedicated and enshrined for cars rather than laughing children, citrus fruit, and magnolia blossoms.
"I look forward to an America which will not be afraid of grace and beauty." - John F. Kennedy
About 1/4 mile from the farmer's market, I realized that in a lightning flash that I'd left my wallet in the Google bag, it's not in this O'Reilly Emerging Technology Conference canvas bag suitable for large heirloom tomatoes and loaves of olive bread.
Then and there I collapsed on the black asphalt driveway across from the Goodwill, flanked by banks, gas stations, dollar stores and other strip-mall paraphernelia. I realized we'd have to eat Safeway grocery market "food" for most of the week now. (Once you become sensitive to life you sense there is precious little prana in storebought longhauled and often packaged preserved food.)
I wailed about how much I hated this place. Who in their right mind would design this? The Gespato? Sprawling concrete boxes and tar black parking lots. Alright, a little shrubbery won't obscure the signage - but please no trees and flowers blocking the logos and banners.
This was the story of my life the last two months - looping reactive refrains against the cruelty and ugliness of the apparent world. Lying there horizontal I think is the first time I asked for help in two months. Real help.
On the way back home I walked into B&N and asked my higher self to bring me something of truth, of sustenance. Eventually you get tired of wailing against what's not working, seeing so clearly what is wrong (yet over and past) and you're ready to walk away from the burning palace - which is all you've ever known even if it's vitally flawed - to rebirth. You're set to skip to the golden age without looking back over your shoulder at the falling structures of the rusted age.
I opened a "random" book to this page and my eyes fell on this sentence:
"Findhorn's influence in teaching people how to live in harmony and love with each other aand the planet has grown from that small caravan to encirce the earth."
No, I'm not about to move to the Scottish outback. The message was clear to me: Create, don't react. I'm totally wasting time, draining energy wailing and ranting against the status quo. The Findhorn community echoes in many ways my own dreams. I invited a song of possibility and infinity, and so it sung.
"The best way to predict the future is to invent it." - Alan Kay
I'd forgotten this is the ninth month of a ninth year (2+0+0+7 = 9 in numerology) signalling completion of the old, the end of chapters of our lives. Sometimes as much as we are tired of where we're at - at least it's familiar.
A counterintuitive and tricky move, but one way to resist endings, the changing of seasons is to rail against it and tell everyone in shouting distance you can't wait until the next season starts... Yet that dynamic keeps the waning season alive and going energetically. Leaves simply drop from trees in autumn.
Comfort food isn't the most exotic, juiciest for us, but it has it's qualities. It's comfortable. I've never met a person afraid of death. They're afraid of the unknown, though. Life is the great unknown.
And I felt the power surging again. (We are entrained in powerlessness.) The creative power of the life force. Today, I pulled the Lust tarot card - lust for life, in nutshell - for first time since mid-May.
"We are part of everything that we see... We are empowered to participate... It's not about control, it's not about manipulation." - Gregg Braden
The end result is I care not for prevailing systems. Those pre-veiling systems are built on a foundation of conflict and competition and limitation. I have clearly seen the world that is being birthed. We are its co-designers. Its firmament is one of love and creativity and beauty and abundance. Anticipate melodic changes, harmonic anarchy.
we are not re-actors
at the mercy of replaying script
looping the same movie over and over
only tweaked with cast changes
we are pro-actors
pros (don't believe them that say otherwise)
even-ing - evening, balancing
the eve. the evening of the fifth night approaches.
The white lunar wizard year (July 26-October 24, 2007) has begun in full force. Welcome it to fruition, wizards:
"To wield true power one must become the simple fool seeking to become a wizard. The power of shaping space comes from emptying the space in which you ordinarily dwell, that is, debunking your heavy-laden consciousness of all its pet beliefs and becoming like an empty vessel, joyous and receptive. You are joyous because you are free to receive from the spiritually nourishing power of the higher dimensions. Then, whatever thought arises will have the power to shape the space in which it arises." - Second Creation magazine, Planet Art Network
"Be who you have become rather than push against those who have not yet come to where you are." - Rysa
Damn, Rsya said in twitter-sized blurt what I was trying to drive at. The direction that the stars, the magnet pull, the currents of the earth, and all the divine sparks and cells within our body and being are flowing are so quite radically different from what's considered "mainstream" I'm astounded barely anyone else is sensing it. To flow in this main stream, you're actually counter to THE so-called mainstream. Still, the overall magical intention for this blog is inspirational and light-full in nature, although I'll always be true to the emotional body too (and not suppress it):
"One of the most calming and powerful actions you can do to intervene in a stormy world is to stand up and show your soul." - Clarissa Pinkola Estes
Bonus: I say, "We are to hear art (inspiration). We are here to create art (imagination)":
"I would like to write the Law of Time:
T(E) = ART
The Law of Time is expressed in this way. It is very simple, like E=MC². Energy (E) factored by time (T) equals Art. That is why you have never seen an ugly sunset. This is why birds fly in patterns, even scorpions do a beautiful dance. All of the universe is actually a work of art and in the days before the triumph of materialistic science it was common to say that God is the supreme architect. After the rise of materialistic science they say God was a clock maker. Big difference." - 28 Meditations on the Laws of Time (Mayan inspired), Planetary Art Network