“And the night comes on, it’s very calm. I want to cross over, I want to go home. But she says go back, go back to the World.” Leonard Cohen
This past week I have wanted nothing more than to be alone with my feelings, to be introspective and melancholy, and re-experience past times in the light of now. I have felt unable to make connection with others, even my friends. I seem to be reliving an old time when I could only trust myself; and I think the recent Transit of Venus and her current retrograde motion are dredging all this old stuff up so that it can be released.
It began almost twenty-five years ago. The Harmonic Convergence was an astrological, and ceremonial, event that began on August 16th, 1987. It was defined by Jose Arguelles as: “the point at which the counter-spin of history finally comes to a momentary halt, and the still imperceptible spin of post-history commences.” This date represents the fulfillment of a Mayan prophecy known as the Thirteen Heavens and Nine Hells. Following the end of the Ninth Hell in 1987, humanity would enter an unprecedented age of peace and love. The Harmonic Convergence also began the final twenty-five year countdown to the end of the Mayan Long Count in 2012, which would be the end of history and the beginning of a new 26,000-year cycle.
Closer to home, on 24 August 1987 there was a beautiful and exceptional alignment creating a grand trine involving no less than eight planets. Although great things were anticipated from these celestial and mythical signs and wonders, the Earth had actually entered a five-year period of ‘cleansing’, of dealing with unfinished business in preparation for the new day to come.
I was heavily pregnant with my son that summer, and teaching astrology classes at Inverness College. Frankly, life wasn’t exactly filled with peace and love. Quantum physicists now recognise a thing they call ‘The Field’ in which all physical matter operates. It is not empty space, but more akin to the Star Wars ’Force’ that may or may not be with you, and in which you may or may not sense a disturbance. I sensed disturbance that year.
Home life was shaky, to say the least (I was to get divorced within the five-year ‘cleansing period’), and I experienced a recurring dream - I attended a kind of way station in the twilight to collect a large container, its contents loosely covered over with light fabric. I’d get directed to my container, one amongst many, and pick it up to sit on my hip. Although the size of a bathtub, it was light as a feather, and even without seeing I knew my ‘body’ was under the fabric, which gently moved as I walked. I woke up each time the fabric fluttered to reveal my very recognisable right leg. It was unsettling, a feeling exacerbated by a ‘friend’ who believed the dream was a sign that I would die in childbirth.
Whilst the ‘New Agers’ and the hippies were chanting and dancing on Mount Shasta and at Glastonbury, I was preparing for my doom. Newspapers carried stories about the Hungerford Massacre, the Great Storm that wreaked havoc across southern England, tearing down some fifteen million trees, and the disintegration of Princess Diana’s marriage, her heart and soul bared achingly raw for all the world to see. Fleetwood Mac sang Little Lies, U2, With or Without You, and Whitney Houston, Didn’t We Almost Have It All.
It’s all history now, but that year did see the end of my life. I had never known life outside of ‘normal’. I believed in, and respected, all the pillars of my society – government, the church, education, the bank manager, police, and the medical fraternity. The sweet suburban girl, who held some slightly colourful and eccentric ideas, passed out of existence in 1987.
My son was born in October 1987, and during the five years that followed he led me and my daughter out of normal and into a terrifying new existence where all that was once trusted and certain was gone. Nothing existed except ‘the flow’ … and survival. We had changed whilst the world had not, and for several years life was a series of often hair-raising adventures. When I look back, I feel humility before the invisible, benign force that protected us. Signs and encouragement were everywhere, and it seemed we only had to follow them. Eventually, the new life became ‘normal’ for us – and for the most part it was exhilarating and full of spontaneity and adventure. We were free of societal prescription and limitation, making up our lives as we went along. However it was only from around 2000 that I felt we were truly out of danger.
With hindsight, I feel that the year of Convergence announced the end of linear time, and we had jumped off the tracks. In the world of Newtonian mechanics, Gravity holds our universe in order, but it may be that the real factor that governs nature is the fractal nature of Time. Humanity is now in the process of changing the old 12:60 (twelve months in a year, 60 minutes in an hour) timing frequency to the timing of natural law, thus taking us out of time as we know it and into a multi-dimensional awareness. When we have accomplished this transformation, we will have entered a new path of spiritual and mental evolution in tune with the cycles of the universe.
The world changes initiated since 1987 have catapulted the planet into its ultimate crisis. The population has increased by almost 2 billion; the Cold War has been replaced by the even uglier war on terror; man-made and natural catastrophes occur at an accelerating frequency; deforestation and global warming continue unabated; while the technosphere has spawned the cybersphere – the pseudo-noosphere, and with it an increased personal and social confusion and anarchy.
We all need a miracle now, and 21st December 2012 could be the doorway that will help create the tipping point in human consciousness that will create the miracle! Those who do not believe what this is about will not experience much of anything. We get what we choose—there is no objective reality. Great numbers focussed in meditation on December 21, 2012—wherever you are—will create the tipping point in consciousness that can create a miracle for the Earth and humanity.
For thousands of years Earth has resonated at a frequency of 8Hz per second – she essentially seems to have been asleep (as have we). However, since the Harmonic Convergence of 1987, there have been steady increases in the Earth’s frequency. The fundamental vibration of our planet is now approaching 13 cycles per second, in line with the Fibonacci series (mathematical proportions based on the Golden Mean, also called the harmonics of the universe). Accompanying this ‘powering up’ is a rapid decrease in the magnetic field that surrounds the planet. Our magnetic field has served us in the past by creating an illusion of separation and protection from energies outside ourselves. It may eventually reach zero when there will be no artificial barriers. I will be writing more about ‘Zero Point’ in my next article, and in the meantime I wish you all a joyous and liberating week.