When he speaks of the current times we are in, as of 2020, visionary scientist Greg Braden refers to this phase as a crack between worlds, just like those we experience each day just before the dawn or at the sunset. Straddled, with one foot in each, these are potent, mysterious times and can be disorienting but they also hold answers and clues to countless mysteries that bridge the gap between being a human in form and being of the spirit, as we all are, yet we so often forget. Full of potential, yes, these times are destabilising yet they are full of mystery and promise while the new day, or night, has yet to take shape but is, as it were, still cradled in all its quantum potential. I like to set my intentions during those times; for there is no better moment to take pause to both keen the senses yet put into the brew what we envision for the future…as the visionaries we so often forget that we are while seemingly stuck on the hamster wheel of life. These are the moments for breaking out of that belief trap and going deep into the flux and the mystery of the vast universal ingredient pot, to reach for whatever seasoning our tastebuds long for in the next brew of life that we conjure.
In my own life, those times have, quite literally, taken on great import because I am so acutely sensitive to them; whether the gap between day and night or those moments poised on an equinox, the changing of seasons, the shifting of planets, the altering air pressure, the geomagnetic environment, the atmosphere, the vibe in a room or some other, quite subtle, transition that no one else seems to notice…yet I notice them and they have always affected me, keenly, going all the way back to childhood. And now I am reaching full maturity, well, the physical experience of them is making itself more known to me than ever with the symptoms of dysautonomia (see today’s other post, on Living Whole, on that topic as it is closely related to this one) that accompany such transitions and make them overt in my body (in other words, I get dizzy or perhaps suddenly weak, my vision alters, my body subtly changes in countless other ways determined by my extra-sensory nervous system and what it deems newsworthy). For instance even as the autumn sun sets each afternoon, a commonplace enough thing, I am noticing more than ever…and, if I forget to pay attention, I am reminded by my body’s shouted sensations, a trait which has only been getting stronger for the past handful of years as I turn into the crone.
Perhaps this is my ancient wiring at work; for I have long appreciated that I seem to hold some remnants of ancient wiring in my system and, in my view, autism is a version of that…not broken but different and more ancient wiring than what the neurotypical human considers “normal” or “appropriate” and, perhaps, more useful than ever in these transitional times. In days of old, people like me would have been the shaman because those were the individuals who noticed the cracks and lived them out through their bodies, who would dare to stand right over those telluric variables in the strata where the energy transitioned so potently between earth and heavens that they would take the sensations of those places and moments directly into themselves, to swoon in a kind of delirium that imparted wisdom that they then shared to their tribe, for the benefit of all. They were the early warning system, the bridge between worlds, the sight without eyes, the intuitive guides at moments when all they had to go on WAS intuition; and such are these uncertain times as we are again in, where logic is so often defeated or not enough.
So, these are not times for doubting my traits or fearing them, labelling them as ailments, but for remaining curious and open to what they have to tell me…softly, innately…and no less any of us; because we each have a far deeper, more useful and purpose-ready sense of intuition than we tend to make use of in daily life, if only we stop fearing or devaluing it; no need for my exaggerated version of it to find your own out, but start to use it…more, not less…to navigate these times. In other words, dare to feel into the cracks, such as the one we are currently in!
If I needed an example, I was recently stunned by having to own up to myself how a major food trigger of mine, newly come to light because it has been causing me significant health problems, has actually been trying to tell me, for the longest time, that certain foods were not nutritious…to my particular body. Yet I had allowed myself to be swayed, time and time again, by logic and other peoples’ opinions about what was healthy, into eating them against my “illogical” instinct not to…or, not so illogical, as it turned out, when these seemingly unrelated foods all turned out to be very high in oxalates (which I had never even heard of until recently), to which I am apparently so sensitive. On every count, I could recall strong intuitions not to eat these foods at some time or other and yet I had over-ridden them with so called logic or the desire to conform; in fact, looking back to when I was a kid, these were the foods I point-blank refused (children are so much more prepared to listen to their intuitions). The net result was to feel toxic, although a lifetime’s worth of inbuilt repugnance, extending all the way back to childhood, had tried to drop me the hint to steer clear. This is just a minor example but a classic one of how we defer to the intellect and skip over the subtle clues that try so hard to help us out. I’m not discounting logic or proposing we succumb to the heady delirium of seeking hints and clues from the ether to the exclusion of all else, in fact I have never valued my rational intellect more than at this time, as a tool I really like to get out of the stable for a daily gallop; but its a case of bringing them both together, into one harmonious unit.
So whilst we may be right in the midst of the “darkest before the day” phase, which may still have quite some time to run yet, because these are BIG cycles that are currently turning its important to consider that, to a much higher degree than we like to think about (because we have been made so afraid of our innate senses…taught mostly to distrust or belittle them), we can feel into what is coming and can hold sway over what that day might look like. But first we need to open to its potential, and listen to what its early messages on the wind have to say; that is, to truly listen with our keenest senses, which we no longer suppress but incorporate back into ourselves, to become (not broken, as we were once led to believe but) more whole than ever.