Archive for April, 2011
It appears the metaphor I used for the celestial events I wrote of in my last post was far more prescient than I knew at the time. This has nothing to do with personal possession of unique gifts of prophecy, but, speaks, rather, to the universal power of observation and rational intuition we all have, however deeply buried and obscured those abilities may have become. The trick is in apprehending the more metaphysical, foundational framework upon which the mundane details will, in due course, play themselves out. Those foundational elements are there for everyone to see – comprehending their import, however, is the provence of those who refuse the distractions of vanity, greed and forced conformity that are now being heaped upon the plates of americans at an ever-quickening speed. Yes, western culture has concocted an alluring buffet of sweets full of dreams laced with large doses of modified corn syrup, which only serve to distract the consumer’s attention from that which lies, and always has lain, within. What lies within is the eternal, which no religious structure, no government entity, nor any dysfunctional parent can touch with a profane and unclean heart. It is the naked, vulnerable part of us that always comes clean in the rain.
Cultural constructs have always come and gone; the rhythmic inhalations and exhalations of our planet and her greater mother, the Cosmos, however, abide. We have a choice as to which resonances and harmonics we attune ourselves: will it be the hammered crosses placed upon institutions which are so easily knocked down by high winds, or the enduring meaning and spirituality found in feeling the eternal rise and fall of our bodies in response to air, breath and pleasure, season after season, lifetime after lifetime?
Neptune has just touched down on the waters of our collective unconscious in the sign of Pisces. That meeting place on the surface, however, is full of turbulent weather and our collective landing is not over as of yet. Imagine coming in for a touch down in a two-seater Cessna plane somewhere in the Southeast United States during a huge thunderstorm. Hands steady on the controls, here, as a sudden downdraft can catch our wings and slam us into the tarmac. With the planets in their current configuration, this possibility is very real.
I offer this fractal image as a focal point for meditation on the higher spiritual purpose of our current situation. Turbulent above, luminescent and directed below. The transition is tricky. The structures of the world, all the way down to our tectonic plates, are changing. This change will continue and April has the potential for serious disturbance on the physical plane. If we keep our eye internally directed, as the Hermit in deep solitude and reflection, we will be all right. If we thrash about in the flotsam and jetsam of these times we do have every chance of successfully drowning ourselves.