Part One

It is the day of the winter solstice. Here in northern Scotland where I live, it's a day that I always greet with a smile, not to say relief. By 4pm it's pitch dark, and the night-time seems interminable. The exception is the recent particularly cold spell, when the moon shining on a blanket of thick snow all round casts a grey and ghostly glow over everything, while allaying the darkness. This cold wan light is enough to be able to walk around outside without difficulty.

So this is the real new year, the one presented to us by the natural world. To all: happy new year!

I recently received a communication from a friend of mine. He is well-versed in the ways of those dark entities which I sometimes refer to as 'cabal'. He has studied some of their devious manipulations to some depth. Nevertheless, in this particular email he suggested that the blog might contain more material pointing towards a brighter future. Some funnier posts, please. 

He has a point. Particularly since the 'life story' pieces came to an end, this blog hasn't exactly been a bundle of laughs. This tendency comes to a peak in the recent humour-free posts on 'managing the awakening'. This is an important topic, I feel, relevant for those who have seen a bit of how life isn't what you have been told it is. It has needed some space for expansion and explanation.

All the same, studying the nefarious ways of the would-be controllers can be a never-ending activity, should you so wish. It's like going to therapy: the therapist will always find another time when your dad messed you up; the little disasters in our life are indefinite. There's a point where the wise will say; 'OK, I've got that. I've pretty-much digested it. Now let's move on.'

So it is with cabal activities. They operate within a layer of reality that is necessarily highly dualistic, interminably divisive. That's how it works, and how it derives its energy. Divide and rule and divide and divide and rule and divide again. While we continue to play the game, even by calling it out (if we do so in an oppositional way), we continue to feed its neuroses. Don't feed the hand that's out to destroy you; go elsewhere. 

So we go into the new year with curiosity, with open eyes, and an especially open eye for the good, the true, and the beautiful.

Happy new year to everyone!

Part Two

Personally, there have been turbulent times. To not feel turbulent during these days would require you to either be super awakened-and-enlightened, or to be missing a thing or two.

When the convid story kicked in, something that I had liminally known for most of my life, but had elegantly minimised or pushed aside, came into focus and demanded attention. I needed to face the music. I am what Mary Shutan calls 'an outlier', and had been since I touched down in this particular incarnation. I was not born, I was not intended, to be part of 'planet normal'. I was here for something else.

As convid mania took hold, it dawned on me. This is not my place, my home. Not really. This world - the matrix world attempting to thicken its hold on human consciousness - was not for me, was not where I belonged. All the same, it was clear to me: I had a job to do. I was here for a purpose. Maybe my entire life to date had all been a preparation for this moment; maybe not, there seemed no way to know. Whatever - I was here at this moment in time to resist this psychopathic and outrageous play for the heart and soul of humankind. This was just the way it was.

Adding to the turbulent qualities of life was the energy of kundalini, which first turned up a little over five years ago. Kundalini isn't a walk in the park. It is uncompromising, and resistance will only bring further problems, either/both physically and mentally/emotionally. It will insist on purifying, cleaning out; confronting and releasing. No stone will lay unturned.

Simultaneously, as the dross of conditioning and trauma is discarded, an open space begins to emerge. Where there was mess, now there is an emptiness which is paradoxically full to the brim. So of late a calm has begun to descend into the storm-prone sea. Fitfully, stutteringly, but real nevertheless. Mary Shutan writes of 'flickering', a stage when infinite consciousness, for example, comes and goes, alternating with periods of old-style contracted and limited consciousness. This describes it well.

These days I conceive less of 'experiencing kundalini' or 'having kundalini'. It is more a case of 'kundalini being me'; that's who or what I am. This is the emerging felt experience.

So, once more: happy real new year to everyone....   

Images: Winter solstice: Callanish, Isle of Lewis, Hebrides.  Clava Cairns, a local site.