The Good Emergency

I came here for the Good Emergency. This is what I call the scenario where the Earth shift is not only happening, but it is obvious. The shift is happening now, but the real nature of it is not obvious, visible and known by all.

Emergencies are almost always bad. They involve an accident, injury, some sort of catastrophe. But what if we extract that part of it and look at some of the other dynamics that pop out in an emergency. What if we imagine a Good Emergency?

If we exclude the painful aspect, what are some of the hallmarks of an emergency ?

1. Everyone who is involved knows it is happening.
2. The nature of time changes: we don’t feel like we have a lot of it & we don’t think much about it because we are too busy just acting.
3. We just act. Whatever thoughts we have are utilitarian, we do not waste time on excess thought. We do not analyze unduly.
4. We are completely immersed. We are not living life from an armchair, literally or figuratively.
5. Our resistances disappear.
6. What (and often “who”) we think we need changes radically.
7. We don’t judge others and stand apart. We act together.

Right now in our collective reality- I speak from inside the US, though the shift is occurring on the whole planet- there is enough of a fabric of familiarity (and comfort) that people are still standing back expecting the old reality to perform for them, to come back the way it used to be.

Personal & collective materialism, “looksism” (judging people by how they look physically), petty judging and infighting, fear, violence, labeling and standing apart from others is rampant.

We are a planet that has been colonized by off-planet cultures and most humans are still acting like “subjects” of their colonizers. They are seeing some of the effects of colonization- like racism – as the cause. Once racism was brought here it became its own cause, for sure, but it did not originate here. It is important to know this because it is important, vitally important, that the human race start acting like who they really are and not like colonial subjects.

Your gift as a human is that you create your reality from within yourself. No matter how much it looks like you don’t or how difficult it may be to accept because of what you have experienced, it is still the fact. It is cosmic law. This power is being forced into our awareness and into practical existence by the intense squeeze in our world right now. We are being pushed to the brink of existence – food, fuel, water all being messed with. The purpose of it is to shift the age-old habitual focus we put outside ourselves to inside ourselves and discover (rediscover) our limitless ability to create in the physical world.

We are divine spirit living in flesh. We are spirit first and always. We have souls and they belong to each one of us (this is a bigger deal than you might think). We are sovereign through and through. Nobody gives us that and no one can take it away.

I know it doesn’t seem that way, but that’s the puzzle here on Earth and it must be solved. Humans must know who they really are and that they are “that” in equal measure. Each human has the divine spark and no one can be more “Divine” than another “Divine” being. (Yeah, even with those fabulous jeans and shoes y’got on and they ARE divine!)

At some point soon, we are all going to get that a shift is happening. We won’t think or debate about it, it will be “game on.”
We will work together. We will adjust (radically) what we think we need. We will melt stand-apart differentness and resistance.

If this shift is analagous to your first time flying in a plane (hard to imagine, but go ahead, imagine), we must stop standing outside pondering what the plane is, whether it is safe to get in. The Good Emergency will do that. We will board the plane. Our hearts and minds finally open like flowers for we must master flight.
And our pilots? Many will be the “lambs” – those kinda kooky, maybe quiet people we might have thought didn’t know a whole lot, had weird ideas and not much value. We will rethink that, in a nanosecond, because we will be in the Good Emergency and they will know how to get us through. It will be as obvious as the light of day.

The Long Goodbye: My Childhood

Letting go of my past – childhood, teen years – took me a long minute. It took longer than most. I didn’t know it at the time, but when I returned home in my late twenties, I was starting a long goodbye. It was a process that occurred instinctively; I did not plan or understand it. I was back in Short Hills, New Jersey, but this time as an adult. During this period, I consciously savored the experiences – with people, places, things – of my young life and all the “me’s” it engendered, not realizing at the time I was saying goodbye.

During those years I lived at home as an adult I felt a lot of shame. I wasn’t properly “launching” according the culture in which I was raised which was harsh about that sort of thing. If I saw someone I knew from High School, I tried to avoid them. What could I say? For one thing, my spiritual nature was growing and I felt less and less like I had much in common with them, plus I wasn’t doing the culturally acceptable thing. I feared I would be seen as pitiful and weird and that was too sad to bear.

But that was a small part of the experience of that time. After my Father moved out of what had been the family home, the chaos went with him and a deep peace remained. Shortly after I returned, my Mother’s life shifted, she moved to Manhattan and I basically had the house to myself. That was on the outer levels. What I was doing internally was relishing the aspects of my childhood for which I still hungered.

While I was living at home in Short Hills, I delighted in it, savoring every morsel, sometimes literally. The foods – so many divine foods – flowers, trees, familiar streets, walks, the palatial stone houses, luxurious stores, restaurants – all brimming with delicious meaning. I took 6-mile walks through the most verdant part of my gorgeous hometown. I walked by my elementary school each time, honoring those memories.

I watched my favorite old movies. I went to cool indie cinemas to see interesting new films. I took the train into Manhattan – so fun! – and made sure to soak in the stands of sunny forsythias smothered with blooms that crowded the small-town train station.

When I was invited to my Aunt Millie or Aunt Bobbie’s house, with their smooth wooden corners and exotic eastern rugs, I binged on the warmth. Secretly, quietly I inhaled this life.

After a period of time my soul announced, rather dramatically, that it was time to leave. When I moved to my new life – radically different and magnificent in its own right – it took time to fully release the residual memories of my past. There were many crying times.
What was ultimately being released in that long goodbye was a version of me. All the elements, moments, people-memories that populated that me. I cried because I missed how – in the best ways – they had made me feel. Yet I knew I would never go back.

Of course I went back to visit from time to time, but I knew the long, loving embrace I made with my past and the willingness to take the time, despite many pressures, had allowed me to let it go. When I left in 1992, I knew I was done with it. And – in all lovingness – I was.

A Whole New Model of World

I started this post two weeks ago. It has sat as a draft ever since. This morning I finally realized that my inability to finish it stemmed from the fact that it is about a whole new world for which there is no precedent. For some reason I expected I had a lot to say about that. Ha.

I do know this new world will include the elimination of just about everything we know. Including all culture, religion…the entire nature of reality as it is collectively and individually seen through familiar filters. The world of culture and religion are composed of beliefs and those beliefs create perceptual filters through which we define and physically create a reality. That is culture and religion and pretty much…..everything.

This shift goes beyond even that. It goes to the structure and meta-physics of our planet and galaxy. Most of that information is beyond my ken at this time. However, one point made clear to me recently was that there will no longer be “yugas.”

A yuga is a period of time on planet Earth. It was based on movements in the Earth’s axis. Common knowledge says there are four of them and they each encompass vast periods of time: 432,000 years. But in fact they may be much shorter: between 24,000 – 26,000 years. It is said they have a dark or sleeping aspect/group and an awake aspect/group. They have different “flavors” or qualities. We are allegedly at the end of a Kali Yuga, the darkest and most difficult of the yugas.

This planet has been manipulated for a very long time. The unfolding of the new Unknown (and Glorious, I suspect) has been withheld. Hopefully, humanity is rectifying that, but honestly I do not know if that is actually happening and that is probably the most difficult unknown I wrestle with.

I wrote about the yugas in a recent post because I needed a reference point for my thoughts and the yuga seemed useful. It is not that I no longer believe in them, it is that they will soon no longer exist as a meta-model for our planet. Extend that to virtually everything we know and have known including most esoteric information and practices. It’s a big deal.

This raises a bigger question that I wrestle with frequently in my daily life: what do you do & how do you proceed when you know you are on the edge of a shift into a Great Unknown and you only (or mostly) have the known to work with?
This is exactly the nature of my everyday, mundane life. I face the issue daily, hourly. For example, the heat in the RV has broken. That heat kept my husband, me and our cats alive this past Winter. We have ideas for backups, but we have not materialized them yet. Money is tight at the moment and there are constant priorities popping up their little heads and hungry mouths. So how will we survive next Winter?It’s a big question and as of today, I have no answer.

I hope and pray all this dealing with the unknown in daily life is prepping me to better deal with it when it is undeniably the fact of our reality on Earth. It is not that time yet. I must say though that my experience of what I call the alchemical bootcamp: frequent facing of the unknown and loss of the familiar and/or the hoped-for, is not pleasant and the irritability I experience is existential.
Hopefully there is some alchemy actually happening and will result in some kind of peace and smoothness of being in the face of the unknown-known-unknown-known.

in the meantime, I use the tools I have, even though they are probably already fossils.