While the Eighth Wave has been in its “day” phase this year, I’ve found myself all at sea, unable to settle to anything very much, like a butterfly caught in a wind. My gaze has been inwardly focussed or, actually, so outwardly focused that it has been expanded unfathomably wide…to where it has been near impossible for me to settle on the particulars of human existence (thank goodness I don’t have a “proper” job) or the practical concerns of life. I’ve not produced any work…at all…which I (for once; and with a real sense of curiosity) have allowed to happen and I’ve found it increasingly difficult to conjure the right words, labels or constructs to make it sound like I think straight, by left-brained criteria (for, to do that, we need to employ common vernacular and I lack this to a large degree); and so I talk to those few people who “get me” and I write in this space. Yet it’s not been a sign of nothing going on…but of everything going on, all at once; too much for me to attempt to convey. Even my blog-posts have dwindled lately. Through every sensory interface at my disposal, I’ve been receiving so much and its been intense…yet I’ve let it come, surrendering to it, without pushing it away or trying to control or define it; even interpret it. In some way I can’t easily explain, its felt like I’ve been finding my sea-legs; learning how to let go of the shore (and the oars…) and be out there where all sign of the edge has disappeared and I know not what I am or what I am here to do, really, any more…but am just observing, allowing, feeling into a new rhythm of life. All of my ingrained beliefs about myself and this world have been shaken more profoundly than ever before during this phase to the point it has veered towards feeling like an existential crisis…and yet…there has been such a sense of knowing all was well.
But I’ve also sensed this phase drawing to a close very soon and intuited that it would be around the pivot point of the forthcoming total eclipse, when the 66th period of the Ninth Wave tips into a “night” and the Eighth Wave does likewise the following day. When the Eighth does this, I sense that we will initially feel (according to whatever level we are tuned into its influence) like all the candles have been blown out and we are left alone in a pitch dark cave to the sound of a storm rolling in. But then, we get to strike the match of ourselves, those of us who have been busy atuning to the Ninth Wave and its rhythms…and we get to see our space light up again with the many-flames of all those who are doing likewise, now far easier to spot in the dark, like fireflies dancing in the night. Even if we feel out at sea, we will find that it’s as though we have now learned the ropes…and how to adjust our sails according to this new wind (and have got to know its super-rapid undulations like a rhythm pulsing at our core; a second nature that we have made our own) and it will get us through whatever rough water presents until the Eighth Wave reaches it day-phase once again, in September 2018.
If you have yet to glean the significance of the eclipse line-up with the Eighth and Ninth waves, and the coming phase in relation to world events, then I recommend Carl Calleman’s own post The Ninth Wave of Creation and the Solar Eclipse, which explains it fully. The Ninth Wave Calculator can be used daily to keep track of the current position.
For my own part, I intend to spend the eclipse in a place that feels very personally auspicious (and which I arranged long before I had read Carl’s books or knew anything, or at least with my left-brain, about the Nine Waves). I will be linked up with others in a small working group, one of whom will be watching the eclipse with her own eyes. Synchronicity set up this event for me more beautifully than I could have orchestrated it for myself; which is a classic sign of the Ninth Wave at work!