The following originally appeared on http://mitchfraas.blogspot.com/
Life is a merry-go-round.
Like the one at the end of Strangers on a Train,
it's out of control and spinning faster and faster. Every atom, every neutron,
every proton, every electron, increases its spin and raises its vibration as a
necessary response to the increasing DENSITY of our times.
Never mind the New Age
scuttlebutt: all the evidence suggests that collective human consciousness is
sinking deeper and deeper into Matter, like fireflies sinking into the Swamp,
or Souls journeying into the Underworld. The denser the Matter, the slower the
spin of the electrons, the thicker the quagmire, and the deeper the shadow we
are diving into.
Mayans say that the 21st
December, 2012, is the turning point. The end of this cycle of human historical
time — not the end of the world but the world as we know it — and the start of
a new, cosmic cycle of time in which Spirit, and not Matter, holds sway over
consciousness. A turning point when atoms change their spin from yin to yang,
negative to positive? Probably no one actually knows for sure, because that's
the nature of cosmic shifts – whatever it is, if it is, will be TOTALLY
UNEXPECTED. A bit like death. No amount of book-learning or spiritual belief is
going to prepare us for the final shift from flesh and blood to whatever lies
beyond. Only direct experience counts in the Nether Realms.
Back to the
merry-go-round. As we sink deeper into the darkness of materialism and
ego-bondage, it becomes necessary to raise our own awareness and energy — our
"vibration" — simply in order to keep our heads above the putrid waters of the
Styx. Just feeling okay requires ever more discipline, spontaneity, abandon,
acceptance, surrender, humor, lightness, and grace, to balance and counteract
the increasing pull of darkness and despair in the world. Or so it feels, at
any rate.
As the darkness increases,
logically, our own capacity to summon light must also increase if we are not to
be swallowed up by it. Time is speeding up, or is it slowing down?
Consciousness is ascending and descending at the same time, like a tree with
both branches and roots. We are being stretched beyond our human capacity, to
bridge the abyss between animal and god, earthly and divine. We don't have to
like it; we don't have to understand it. But we do have to suffer it, because
humanity is the only species we've got (or so it seems), and earth (and our
body) is the only home we have — for now.
As chaos increases and the
merry-go-round spins faster and faster, out of control, it gets harder and
harder to hang on. Centrifugal force is gravity squared — in the end, your mass
is turned against you, so simply digging your heels in won't work. There's only
one thing that will work, and that's moving towards the center. In the center,
gravity's pull becomes zero.
If you find your center,
you will find the center of the Universe. Each of us is that center, or else we
are nothing at all. Because that center is the only thing that will hold.
Darkness is where light
lives. Matter is the womb of Spirit. Darkness coagulates and condenses so that
the light can break through the matter-shell, like an egg hardening as the baby
bird is formed. The egg of your ego-centered world is about to crack around
you. Pray that it cracks, because
otherwise you will suffocate inside a mistaken identity and die without ever
having gleaned the truth, so the dream-nightmare of your life will continue
into death-creating a fate worse than death.
Dec 21st 2012
is only 335 days away. It may not be the end of reality as we know it; it may
not be the end of time or history or this current civilization (we can always
hope). But suppose it turns out to be the end of your life? Suppose that all
your hopes and plans end on that day? What would you do with the time you have
left? Would you spend it giving thanks and saying goodbyes, and if so, how?
Could you live a good, clean life that left the world a better place, knowing
that there might not be a world after
you passed? Could you crawl all the way to the center of the merry-go-round
(drag yourself all the way into the present moment) and still act with a sense
of purpose, responsibility, and meaning that transcends your personal goals of
glory?
Forget about your life.
The heart of the Universe is wherever you are. The thicker the psychic shit you
have to wade through just to keep moving forward in these times, the more light
you will need to summon from within to guide you. And the faster your spin
becomes, the more of that psychic garbage you will be shaking off, the more the shit is gonna fly.
Imagine you spent twelve
years of your life sweating blood to become accepted by the "Mayan brotherhood"
as a medicine man. Then imagine that you got to see "gringos" — spiritual
tourists — coming to your village and paying money to gain the same acceptance
from that same Mayan brotherhood without ever earning it or giving a single
drop of their blood. Would you be angry? Who would you be angry with? With the
gringos for exploiting a sacred trust and profaning an ancient tradition? Or
with the Mayans for complying with the exploitation and cooperating with their
own corruption? Or would you be angry at your own gullibility and vanity, for
ever having thought that your blood was worth more than gringos' dollars? Or for believing that there was such a thing as a
sacred trust or a spiritual tradition outside of your own heart — which is the
heart of the Universe?
Finding out that the
world's corruption is a mirror of our own souls hurts. But sooner or later,
we're going to have to realize that, for a spirit being to try and be a
spiritual person is just vanity. It is all in vain because it only takes us
further from our actual nature. It is as if God wanted to be a Somebody. To
who, and for what?!
Being a medicine man or
shaman is a job like any other, plumber, carpenter, tinker, tailor, peanut
salesman, taco chef. A shaman is all of those because he's none of them. He is
part of a long and anarchic tradition of tricksters, and this is the
tricksters' time now. That's all. The shaman-trickster's function is to disrupt
routines; to throw a spanner in the works of the ego's never-ending agenda and
of the human-social "matrix" program, to remind people that nothing is what it
seems — including the trickster. What tricksters do only looks like a trick,
because we can't see what's really going on. The only one fooling us is
ourselves. The trickster's job is simply to raise your energy and your
awareness any way he can — because that's how he raises his own.
The trickster treats kids
with candy and teaches them to leave flowers outside their houses for quetzales
(Guatemalan currency). It's a generational "trick," a routine outside of
routine, a reminder that all space is sacred, except to the profane. The
trickster lights fireworks at religious parades and sticks whoopee cushions
under Popes and Kings. He does the unexpected, because that's his nature, and
he just can't help himself. There's a trickster in all of us; he just
wants to bring it out, any way he can.
As long as we can laugh at
his "tricks," we are beginning to learn his secret. It's not morality or
spirituality that will save us when the darkness descends. It's laughter and
levity.
There's a war going on now and hardly
anyone knows it. Most people don't even know they're on the battlefield until
they lose a limb, or a head. It's a war between gravity and levity. Those who
can keep themselves light, who keep from buckling under the pressure as the
darkness and heaviness of the world increases, will find themselves airborne when the shift occurs. IF it
occurs — because, to some small extent, it depends on you, those of you with the capacity to generate light internally
(and there are only a few of you). It depends on the lightness and levity with
which you can meet your afflictions, on the degree to which you can raise your
own energy and awareness, alone or working with others, even as that of the
collective continues to sink further and further into despair — into the mass
morass of the morose.
There are certain things
each of us needs to know before we can access what we already know. That's my
job – to help you to find and do your
job. There's no such thing as a free ride on this boat. It's all hands on deck
as the mother ship ascends. If you can't carry your weight then you are dead
weight, just ballast for the chucking. But at the end of the day, it's the only
ride there is.
I was going to tell my
stories, but my writer got carried away with himself and so it will have to
wait. This is just a warm-up for what's to come, a brief teaser as to the
energetic facts of life. They are facts which your mom and pop never taught
you, because they never knew them. They're not to blame for that, but they're
not off the hook either. The sins of the mothers and fathers are on your head
now. So live it up if you want to live them down.
The most basic facts you
need — not only to survive but to flourish and thrive (and procreate) as
consciousness in an infinitely expanding Universe — have been kept from you.
There's no need to cry Conspiracy (though you can if you want), because that
was how you wanted it. Until now.
Imagine that you only had
335 days to live. Would you want to know all the things that your ancestors didn't
dare to share, because they couldn't bear to care? Well, would you?
The buck stops here. It's
too late to get off the carousel, except by flying. And there's only two ways
to fly.
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