In contemplating “What’s it all about? What was this all for?” and being somewhat intimately involved with people who knew¹Terence McKenna I had to take a step back, give it the 50 mile high birds eye view.
So much was written, yapped about and tossed around in the name of “ascension” and “5th dimensional shifts” and blah blah blah in the last five years that I became sick of it.
I knew that this damned shift wasn’t going to be a massive affair. In fact, I seriously doubted that I would experience anything more than my usual empathetic sense when I tune in to the interstellar ESP channel… so I was somewhat startled when in the wee hours of December 19, at approximately 1:30 a.m. PST I had a phenomenal realization, sensation, awareness that everything was different.
I was sitting up in bed, flipping through my RSS feed on on my iPad, when it happened.
I wasn’t reading anything in particular, nothing that would trigger the emotional tsunami that occurred.
I can’t tell you how you feel when you travel to Europe, but here’s how I feel:
Weary. Elated. Confused. Hungry. Foreign.The first time I traveled to Europe, I went to Spain — cramped into small spaces on horrifically long flights, barely making our connection in France and then a wild cab ride when we landed in Spain. I wasn’t a young woman, I was 45 and recovering from recent adrenal failure that nearly took my life. In fact, it did kill me, I had an OBE but I was resurrected by my husband who noticed that I’d stopped breathing. Different story for a different day. Bottom line, I wasn’t a resilient youth.
Note to the Young’uns reading: for the love of God, travel now. While jet lag, weird food and more will not cause you despair.
We drove to our small villa in Soto Grande, and watched the sun rise. It felt like a dream. We went shopping for food items, and even though the market was similar to markets in the US, it was all strange in a bizarre paradox. The language, the smells, the people — everything was wrong. Not just foreign, but‘wrong’.
Although, it was right. It was perfect for Spain, and for my husband who spent the majority of his childhood bouncing from Continent to Continent.
Sitting in my bed on the eve of December 20, pre-dawn I had the impression I was back in Spain. I felt a jet- lag- vertigo- hungry- confused- elated- sensation. I looked around my room, recognizing that I was in my beautiful home, with my Beautiful Danish Dude (AKA “The Alchemist”) in my beautiful bed and it was in a foreign country.
“What the …”
Side Note II: Let it be known that for several hours the word “fuck” was not part of my vocabulary. Actually, it hasn’t been a part of my typical speech in the time since. Not because I despise the word, or that it doesn’t have it’s place, it just doesn’t sit in my mouth the way it used to. I’m still very fond of it, I just haven’t felt the need to toss it around as gratuitously as before. Huh …
I woke The Alchemist. He opened one eye, “What?”
I said, “I feel weird.”
He propped himself on one elbow and looked at me with both eyes, “Why?”
I pondered this. He’s used to my very bizarre world (he lives in it) and so I said, “I feel like we’re back in Spain.”
He narrowed his giant blue eyes and tilted his head, “You’re going to have to give me more than that.”
I explained that I had a “moment” and that this world, this dimension was identical, but different.
He nodded and laid back down, “Oh, you must have shifted. I hear it’s all the rage these days” and promptly went back to sleep after chuckling at his own humor. Damn alchemists, they aren’t surprised by anything. To his defense, my husband has been waiting patiently for humanity to wake up. He’s an arrogant bastard, but very patient. He’s also been very underestimated by most. He doesn’t care. I think he’s quietly laughing at everyone. In a nonjudgmental way of course — he’s the least judgmental person I’ve ever met, but I digress. And so here we are. Here I am.
Everything changed.What was it for? What was Terence trying to do?
If the simplest answer is the most correct, then I believe that it goes something like this: If enough of us give a damn about each other, we’re going to be okay.If there are truly those around who are “Ascended” then they will be like those who have come before.
Like the loving Goddess before recorded history.
But, instead of ONE … there will be many. Just enough for a tipping point in consciousness. Just enough for a critical mass and just enough for the rest of the Universe to pay attention, and help us to help ourselves.
¹Terence McKenna started all the 2012 mania in a jungle with a few friends back in the 70’s.
Yeah. It was his idea. Follow the link above.