Misty June Awakenings

Jose Arguelles (of Dreamspell) believes that history, the 5 thousand something year span which we are ending in the next year, is the galactic portal between two radiant realms of cyclical (non-linear) time, where all sensual delusions will disappear and we will interact on an energetic level as beings of radiant light.

During the 260 day Mayan calendar, there are certain periods of such galactic portals. We just exited a 10-day portal a few days ago. These times are super activated but also potentially delusional, periods of intense excitement which shield our highest selves but eventually allow us to get to the core of things.

For me personally, it's been a challenging period. I'm smearing manuka honey and garlic on my body to rid myself of a staph infection, and am looking outside the library window at a rainy day in the beginning of June. Fernando, my domestic sponsor and guru in Guatemala, used to tell me that soon all of coastal California will be underwater because of the shifting weather patterns, the rising tides. I feel that as I keep looking forward to sunlight and am greeted with more and more rain. What are we shifting into? What is next for this planet and this species' evolution? Transformation is necessary to move on from this realm of deceit and artifice, but how will this transformation come? What role does the rain play?

The rain does make it easier to tear fava beans out of beds and dig up the soil for our summer gardens: broccoli, tomatoes, cucumbers, potatoes, cabbages. I wake up every morning and squeeze goat teats. What a wonder! Fresh frothing milk pouring out of these sweet animals' udders! I am so close to production. I create my own food, my medicine. And my body feels the pain of work. My body is so thankful for the leafy greens and fresh eggs, but it also craves rest and affection. Periods of work and periods of bliss. Witnessing it all. I feel like I'm working through some karma right now--- addressing the hurt that I have brought upon myself and my body by living most of my life in metropolises without consciousness. I address this karma through mud, sore hands, and karma yoga. Selfless service to a homestead and my body's nutrition.

Feeling myself as an animal. A hunter, a lover, a runner, a dancer. And feeling myself as human-- my patience, my uncertainties, my pride, my consciousness. Riding the waves every day.