At the end of 2008 I was active in closing down one phase of my life and moving towards another. I was also active (all throughout 2008) in physical movement, which culminated in my return to the UK only 10 days ago. And since those 10 days I have been rooted like a log. Something is jamming the airwaves. And importantly, there is a marked shift towards an inner silence.
I remarked recently to a friend that it appeared that our spiritual-antenna to the energetic-mind had been scrambled, like some radar (HAARP?) interference. It was cutting off our feed, our source. As if part of the 'end-game' had been put in motion. Like severing all communications before an attack.
The result - grounded. Extra efforts are required to maintain that equilibrium of self. And that 'groundedness' seemed to manifest in physical rootedness. To the spot.
My friend called again to say they were reading Perfect Brilliant Stillness, and how relevant it was for present times. I realised how very similar it was to what I am currently reading - Castaneda's The Active Side of Infinity.
"But above all", he added after a calculated pause, "don't be overwhelmed by the event because you cannot describe it. It is an event beyond the syntax of our language."...
..."Infinity chooses" he said. "The art of the warrior-traveler is to have the ability to move with the slightest insinuation, the art of acquiescing to every command of infinity. For this, a warrior-traveler needs prowess, strength, and above everything else, sobriety. All those three put together give, as a result, elegance!"
It is almost as if 'infinity' is turning itself inside out. This elusive ephemera is ripping through our physical realm right now, showing us the non-existence of our monetary systems. It is hammering away at the 'dark river of our awareness', shouting at us to wake-up. It demands that we shift away from our heavy attachments... because, in the end, we will have no choice. As don Juan says: "Infinity chooses"
This begs for working on the inner silence. Our contact is being severed; soon we'll be in the eye of the hurricane. This is the lull. We can all feel something is on its way. We are being asked to cultivate sobriety: our own brand of inner elegance.
That's why we can't fathom what's to come: our syntax is non-functional.