The world is in such a heightened state right now, and polarities are rife as many of us become increasingly aware that the whole Covid-19 narrative is just not adding up.
I’ve spent a lot of time in recent weeks digging deep into the C-19 rabbit hole; it’s not a pretty picture and it is not a path for the unwary, and so I’ve been very careful to balance my underworld excavations with lots of meditation and walks in nature.
Whilst out on my evening stroll in the glorious sunlit fields yesterday, I happened upon some friends with whom I stopped and chatted awhile, and we touched upon my need for answers and their choice to simply embrace another vision of reality…
And as we stood there in the golden fields, I found myself transformed and uplifted as my congnizance and my consciousness were united.
In the beginning, I’d been slow to recognise the enormity of C-19; I thought it was being blown out of all proportion by the power of social media… but as soon as the mists cleared and the light dawned, I went into self-isolation well before official guidelines were issued, and took action to organise weekly deliveries of beautiful fresh, local foods, which has both metamorphosised my relationship with food and released me from the hypnotic mindlessness of the weekly trolley dash.
But it’s not all been plain sailing; I’ve endured a deep, gut-wrenching sadness that I’ve not been with my daughters as they mourn the sudden passing of their father a few weeks ago… and – not for the first time – I’ve felt the reality of my own mortality.
And as my retreats business crumpled almost overnight, I’ve watched the crumbling of society, and the twists and turns of the unfolding narrative about this ‘plandemic’ with a mixture of disbelief and a remembrance that this is the – often pilloried – stuff of which I’ve spoken in various classes over the years.
To say it’s a testing time for us all is a massive understatement, and my heart goes out to those who are suffering from the life-sucking limitations and huge challenges of the current situation.
But the other side of that coin is the wave of compassion that I’m seeing in my local community as people rally round to help one another and our local businesses respond to changing needs.
And my own underlying and unspoken truth is that I’ve found some very real peace and truly en-souled enjoyment within this hiatus. In the last few weeks, I’ve chatted online to more people than in years; I’ve sat in the sunshine and meditated, and I’ve enjoyed the new shoots of a burgeoning online business.
And I know I’m not alone in this.
Releasing the dream spell
And I wonder if – within this almost anarchic acknowledgement – we can dare to disidentify with the collective narrative of constriction and lack and difficulty, and own our enjoyment of the peace and tranquillity and slower pace of life as it now is?
Can we release the illusion of our former dream spell? Can we leave behind the low frequency insanity of a world addicted to metallic gold and instead begin to source our value from the golden abundance of nature and the gifts of the Earth?
Can we, in short, begin to dream a new dream to restore humanity to its original Source Code…?
As I see it, it’s time to choose our frequency.
We CAN choose to stand in the majesty of our true nature and withdraw our consent to a behemoth that extracts our life force to feed lifeless constructs.
We CAN choose to leave behind the tyranny of mainstream media and egregious industrial and banking practices, and open to the white light of pure truth and right action.
There will almost certainly be huge challenges ahead, but our communities have already started to come together, and many families have begun to bond as never before. A new hierarchy of value is emerging as we fully recognise the pure gold of those upon whom we depend for our very existence…and as we stand on our doorsteps clapping all the formerly unsung heroes, let us silently promise them that we will never forget and that we will not go back.
In short, it’s crunch time.
A new reality beckons.
May we RISE.