Reflections In The Quiet Time…

“Time… [as Floyd ‘Red Crow’ Westerman said with deep resonance] evolves…” Time can be a measure of evolution …because from it we are able to see our personal progress against that of the collective which we share …indeed, it will also show us to what extent we have succumbed to any of the multiplicity of dis-eases currently afflicting the human condition. It is apparent that nearly everyone has become aware that the ‘para-dime’ is falling down …that one and all, we will incur the consequences of what it has become. Can we resolve this karmic inevitability? If each were to accept their complicity – even as the mystery persists – an increased clarity will suggest a course of action to ameliorate the trial. This may very well be the last time we can enjoy the ‘quiet time’ and be able to do this …once the last two red moons complete the story the four of them came to tell, the finale begins.

Here we have embarked on that part of the journey that leads to the exalted state of CommUnion. All that was required was that we remained true to the Divine Nature that abounds within us. So we find ourselves gathered within a space of subtle energies, to explore the magic where singularity becomes plurality. What we want to share …is that common vision rises above personal evolution …that is what led us to this sacred garden. Whether articulated or not, coming here, was a joyous step into the higher dimension CommUnity offers.

This part of the journey is poignant and dramatic. Contrasted against the increasingly critical condition outside this sanctuary, it is from here we see the drama unfold …curiously, just as was always expected. The underbelly of the devolution upon us …is laid bare – there are no more mysteries to co-opt by those who, anyway, thought they were stealing them. The entire history of Man’s sojourn through the fourth world is virtually over.

We are constantly reminded, these last days, of the story of our brothers, dispatched as they were to the four winds by Grandfather …Konkachila as our Indian brethren call him. The mission given to them when they were seen off into separate directions …was to find that special something each could then return with to the waiting collective. Oh they would know it when they saw it; of that one could be certain. All they would need …was remain true to the purpose they had been given. Some saw this as a unique opportunity specially afforded them and inclined to the seduction perceived. From then their fealty turned to the artifices they were erstwhile able to construct …knowing not that they would perish along with these unsustainable schemes.

Now it is Time… Renewal has finally begun – the cycle of purification leading up to it was concluded on 21.12.2012. The riddle it presented at the time was only seen by those who were already awake. Now came the four blood-red moons to announce the finale. There is precious little left of what one would call Time …although we are in that relatively quiet period …calm before the storm. Those who appeared most to benefit from the delusion, are on the precipice of panic …a last draft of anesthetic, it is wearing off already… Everyone knows the storm clouds are gathering…!

We have entered upon a very special interval, in every sense of the word, naked …fresh with the season upon us [it is Spring in our hemisphere]. It matters not which of us is right about the Divine Mystery [as we now refer to Grandfather] …all that is left for us to share with our brethren caught up still in the para-dime is ..our embrace; it bears the goodwill that grows freely in our garden. We know we are sheltered and thus flourish …for what is revealed here, freely available to all …is the fruit of true CommUnion.

In this perhaps fretful moment, there is not much more to say… the Hopi Elders and others of our Indigenous Brethren …have carried this vision in their blood forever… to them we are eternally grateful, and humble to be family once again with them…


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