We are in a transition period*, one foot in the old, one in the new and never before made so tangible to so many people, though it’s been “happening” for at least a decade. Even the sun is enacting it; yesterday, one sunspot from the old cycle and another from the new, both emerging side-by-side, though the one from the dying cycle must sense its days are numbered, it is rapidly becoming the minority, pushing its luck. The same for those invested heavily in the “old world”, the previous trajectory…still a trajectory in the race of life but another cycle is asserting now, if only we each put our energy into that since we are part of its process as agents of light in a 5125 year cycle and a 26,000 year cycle**. The sun is our tutor in these cycles. We each feel the sun if we let ourselves register it, being quantumly entangled; as I felt play off, just yesterday, as the reassertion of heavier feelings I hadn’t experienced so strongly for some weeks, though I ploughed it usefully into tying off some lose ends of my life…making way for the new…
Learning, day by day, how to refocus my perspectives just a little more intentionally towards the light…following through with my thoughts, my deeds…spinning gold of myself.
We each know how to spin straw into gold, it is innate when we “have to”; drawing on the best of ourselves, pulling in the gossamer threads of burnished hue out of seemingly nowhere, because (really) we notice them all the time, always there in our peripheral vision…yet life tells us to look at other things, until we forget to believe in what we see with our broader vision and see only fear and victimhood, always positioned right in font of our eyes until it seems to fill the “room” with far too much to cope with. The inverse system of the “old ways” relies upon drawing our attention to straw, so much straw, nothing but commonplace, lacklustre mountains of straw so we buckle down in endless despair.
Deep down, we know better and when we go inwards we perceive so much more clearly, which is why these times are a blessed gift.
Which is not to celebrate the reason for them but to take the over-view enough to see that there is divine planning at work; a version of this was always going to “happen” now and we have been expecting it, preparing for it, coming to know ourselves ready for it.
So let’s spin gold, so very much gold with our days, our thoughts, our focus, our intentions, our gestures, our interactions with others…slow and steady, no rush, no panic, no fight…just spinning, spinning, spinning…and not overtly for anyone else but ourselves (though the effect is compounding); the sovereign artisan of our own reality, taking fully to heart the task that is ours, only ours, to focus upon in our own inimitable way, our strength. Soon enough, together, we will have manifested a “room” full of gold. Just…don’t tire, don’t get distracted or loose heart…keep spinning, keep spinning, as many of us keep spinning.
And at that point, finally, the little wizened old man who pointed his crooked finger at us, who raised such fear and yet such defiance in our broken hearts, will simply “poof” away into thin air and we will come to see how it was all an illusion, and all for us, so we would come to know ourselves so much better than before, and wake up to our spinning skills, how much commonplace gold can be alchemised right out of our very own fingertips and so realise who we are, what we can do, each individually yet always hooked together in our far from broken hearts.
* Many extremely switched-on people are talking about how we have reached the forking on the road of two distinct paths for humanity and how we each must choose with our daily focus; Elizabeth Peru is one of them (Two Future Paths for Humanity).
** Explore fractal time with Greg Braden in order to get to know these bigger cycles and where we currently are in them; he also presents this information on YouTube and Gaia.