2012 – Again?
Once again I feel a rising fever pitch, a portentous build-up of intense energies pregnant with apocalyptic expectation and critical import, as in that monumental year of 2012. Yet similar as the energies seem, with all the fervourous prophetic babble of imminent transformation, things are very different this time round. It becomes clearly apparent just how much human consciousness has been through; what an epic inner landscape we have traversed these past three years – yes, just three short years almost – but how long it seems! It is as if whole lifetimes have passed in this long now moment. In the most aware there is more maturity, a sobriety, along with perhaps a certain stoic melancholy, as if in these years many of us have endured a harsh but necessary initiation and had to grow up fast, finally leave behind our collective adolescence and put away childish things.
Yes, there is still expectation, but honed and tempered with a more honest scepticism – so much of ego, covert and overt, has been exposed, seen for what it is, all but released, in running the sheer gauntlet, dealing with a veritable whirlwind of information and disinformation, truth mixed with falsehood, revelation dove-tailed with deception. And many haloes have fallen of those we idolized as leaders and charismatic voices of the new. And so much of our own guru complexes, messianic pretensions and sense of being the all- seeing ‘channel’, the chosen one, the teacher of the world, etc. has been cut down too. Other faces, other voices yet unknown, shall come forth to lead the way and show us the lineaments of the new creation by living example, in humbler, more real and grounded ways.
One big difference is that the ponchon for predictions has fallen into disfavour; and if it is used at all people immediately scramble for qualification and clarification, as if unintentionally committing a cardinal sin – “this is not a prediction”! The rickety structures of third dimensional life and society in which most of us remain trammelled and callously curtialed, appear ever more flimsy and collapsible by the day, yet there are almost no alternative structures in place and few have the intrepid capacity to pioneer fully into the new world they now know is here, almost beyond a shadow of a doubt. I say ‘almost’, there are still these niggling little doubts, that this could all be an archetype of a cruel millennial fantasy that has gripped and possessed humankind so many times before, or perhaps a mirage of the New Jerusalem, a kind of demoniacal programme hacked into the human mind entirely unbeknown to us! The new world is so close you can all but reach out and touch it but it remains strangely elusive, in real, tangible terms.
If there is now a firmer faith that something big is going down and soon, the doubts that remain are more around what is going to happen to me, my loved ones, my pets, my house, to those people, particularly those many multitudes who simply refuse to have anything to do with a wave, that one way or another will most likely hit them, and very hard? It will be as if, maybe even literally, a cleansing tsunami has washed though us, our whole world, inner and outer, being subtly battered, purged and redeemed. Nothing and no one will ever be the same again. Yet what will remain of us and how will we rebuild ourselves, our lives, when the waves have receded, or appeared to recede? - most likely to be followed by other waves, stronger still. How many deaths and resurrections there have been! - how many are yet to come! The stuff of many dreams and daymares, lifetimes crammed into a few fateful years. This as the wheel of cosmic destiny is turned again and in a new direction altogether. It can’t just be about us, not just our rebirth but a rebirth of many galactic beings, star families and dimensional realities, of Mother Gaia and all her train of long suffering creatures, animals and fey, vegetables and minerals, a whole creation that as with a silent scream ‘groaneth in travail’ awaiting the coming of the awakening sons that will liberate the untold beauty that slumbers within her.
As below, so above, and this immense never been done quite this way before in all the aeons of cosmic history, upheaval and reorganization of the essential thrust of life, must imply something that is rarely addressed: that even the Creator Spirits of our local universe themselves are being made new. Thus there must of necessity be a new dispensation, a new law, a radically new shift and paradigm all the way from the bottom to the top. Evolution shall no more be achieved oftentimes through tortuous and forced abuse, sanctioned and justified by a supposedly superior and infallible divine will, through pain and suffering, polarity and conflict; neither shall souls be forced to bend the knee to worship and fear dictatorial and hidden hierarchies of parasitical political and religious orders, both visible and invisible, gods and demi gods, but shall be in their own right sovereign, self- determining, equal, and most fundamentally free. Each soul simply stood in dignity and in the isness and fullness of her own authenticity, sacrosanct and inviolate. And rather than be submitted to warring bodies of schismatic and fragmented consciousnesses, exploitative and implacable vested interests, whether metaphysical or physical, always orbiting the nucleus of self, all matters shall in the end be referred to love, the ultimate arbiter. And Truth shall be the only King, and compassion, the only Queen: Jesus taken down from the cross within us all, and wedded with the Magdalene, birthing the new creation of Christos-Sophia.
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