“Maybe after all there is a shift to unity consciousness going on and that the universe is now starting to allow us to just be whatever we are.” – Johan Calleman on the “end” of the Mayan Calendar.
There are some people out there that don’t believe in mystical things, and then there are people that do. I’ve read some of Calleman’s work, as well as the work of other Mayan calendrical experts, and I’ve come to a conclusion: whatever is making the universe tick, Higgs, God, Ancient Energies, whatever — > we’re still here, living on this rock, refocusing and repainting.
Meanwhile, life continues to curl down into a sloppy mess. Changing souls at every other corner. Well, I’m not sure what’s been in the air lately, seems like planetary-things have been in an elevated state of emotional buckling. Heavy heads, heavy sighs, lots of rain — maybe that’s it — maybe it’s the weather.
Have you ever tried astral projection? It’s interesting. It’s not something I’ve done recently, but in the past, I found myself trying it out all the time. Kind of feels like you’re caught in between a strobe light and a carpet with deep holes. Then after that, there’s a window you float through, and all of these voices. Gonna have try this with the misses one day…
“The point to realize is however that the Ninth wave is still in operation and that especially its days will continue to grind unity consciousness into existence…” – Johan Calleman
The prospects of a humanity that comes together seems so glowingly far off. It’s hard enough to sift through the daily news and the invisible forcefield of the crushing societal hell that surrounds our planet. Why couldn’t we have been more like jellyfish, or more like plants? Beats me.
But what if I am wrong? What if I am dead wrong? What if that humanity is a diamond in the rough? What if we are indeed living in the Diamond Age?
If I could just step away from all that is infinite and loving, and expand upon my audio treasures: I finally acquired a working turntable this weekend. Been wanting to listen to records for ages, and now I can. We’ve been using it non-stop. Cannot have a holiday happy-face without the crisp warmth of cold holiday vinyl being whirled upon the record player. Here comes the eggnog.
It’s currently 67 F outside. Unfortunately, this Christmas will be warm and tropical, unlike this photo of a town covered in blankets of cold, snowy pain. Ahh…sigh.
