So, both the microcosm and macrocosmic views within my personal reality tunnel are in a high state of flux. Even the sun is emitting huge solar storms that affects our magnetosphere with a great deal more than just dazzling northern lights in the sky. The voice of Terence McKenna echoes in my mind, "Pay Attention. Pay Attention!" he is saying.
Carl Calleman's calculation of the Mayan Long Count Calendar has it ending this Friday, Oct. 28. Is this the threshold that has me waiting? Only two more days to find out. ;o)
I feel like I've been holding my breath these past two weeks, listening carefully to the darkness for a clue of movement in the void, like a primitive hunter in the forest.
In some respects I sense that I'm standing at a doorway. A threshold to another dimension of thinking perhaps.
Does it wait for me to pass to give it meaning? Or do I wait for a sign of meaning in order to pass?
Must I now act instead of just react to the mystery?
Perhaps it is as it has always been: me standing on the edge of the abyss about to step off without a care in the world - such as the Tarot card, The Fool. The Zero symbolizing both the beginning and the end.
Another cycle unfolds it fractal pattern.
A new moon arises.
