A new world dawns!

What is arising now is not a new belief system, a new religion, spiritual ideology, or mythology. We are coming to the end not only of mythologies but also of ideologies and belief systems. The change goes deeper that the content of the your mind, deeper than your thoughts. In fact, at the heart of the new consciousness lies the transcendence of thought, the newfound ability of rising above thought, of realizing a dimension within yourself that is infinitely more vast than thought. You then no longer derive your identity, your sense of who you are, from the incessant stream of thinking that in the old consciousness you take to be yourself. What a liberation to realize that the “voice in my head” is not who I am. Who am I then? The one who sees that. The awareness that is prior to thought, the space in which the thought–or the emotion or sense perception–happens. Eckhard Tolle, A New Earth

The dawning of a new age! Can you feel its energy? It is like the sirens voice calling Odysseus—it’s draw unmistakable. It may feel like uneasiness or ache, perhaps a call to service or an irresistible need to drop to your knees in prayer. This week for me the energy has felt like a tearing apart at the seams, not dissimilar to a root bound plant outgrowing its pot; only no new pot can contain this that is being born.

For the past two days a new and unusual restlessness has arisen. At times there has been a most natural compulsion to pull a pillow over my head and scream for release. However, I consciously chose to study this that was tugging at me like two horses, one tied to my hands, the other my feet. In the past there had been delays, lesser and lesser over time, between the rising of agitation and my recognition of what was afoot. In that space of delay I had already engaged the drama, wanting it to be something else, anything else, before the appreciation of choice dawned. This time an immediate sense of separation lay between the body of irritation and the observer, handing me an opening in which to see clearly.

It was very similar to what I experienced several nights ago when I went to bed after a day of amazing clarity and presence, and was overcome with an immense fear. This fear was far vaster than any I had encountered before. It felt profoundly primal. Mind and emotions were not caught up in the energy. In fact, mind was curious and not at all anxious. As I lay there I began probing to see what it was that was in bed with me. It soon became obvious that death had deftly slid beneath the sheets and no safe place existed for me on this earth.

Minutes later Ken crawled into bed I shared what I was seeing. He gently chuckled and said, “You know there is no safe place”. Yes. Mind knew. Emotionally, I knew. Spiritually I knew. Evidently, physically, this body didn’t. It was pure body fear, ancient, something deep inside that lies beneath the more apparent fears of scarcity and self-worth, the fears readily recognized when we are willing to look. This fear is unknown to us until we strip away the outer layers and as I saw, it resides within each of us.

Over the course of the last three years I have learned to engage my fears. I am not fearless, just willing to walk into the ‘valley of the shadow of death’ and meet my fears, not out of some super-human ability or sub-human stupidity, but because I wholly appreciate the alternative. I have lived at the effect of my fears for too many years and am fully cognizant of the dark places they take me. The grand experiment has done its job and created an undeniable awareness. With that awareness, choice is easy and effortless, creating an unwillingness to continue the game.

When fully met, fears are like air inside a balloon after the balloon pops—dispersed into the sky! I no longer attempt to let them go, to release them, to surrender. I walk willingly into them, opening every cell, inviting the fears to show themselves, to return home, here inside me, where they were birthed. It is a reintegration, a healing of separation, a return to wholeness.

That night in curiosity, I invited the fear to speak. “What is it you have to tell me, fear?” Sitting right in the middle of fear’s energy and after a few uncomfortable moments, I heard fear’s voice. “Ken may die. Your future, the life you dream of is not certain. In fact, it is quite uncertain.” Again, I shared the words with Ken. I stated the obvious, a fact of which we were both quite aware, yet since the re-diagnosis, these words had not been spoken. His silence was not a silence of denial but of acceptance. What would be; would be. Looking back would do no good. Looking forward would only prevent us from enjoying the life, the joy available to us in this moment.

Did that mean we would not fight the cancer? Yes. Fight, we have both decided, is decidedly the wrong word and the wrong action for us. Fighting against would strengthen the cancer. Anything we resist persists. We would embrace it, accept it and learn from it, all the while doing what appeared before us to do in each new moment.

Normally, once I have thoroughly investigated a fear, I give it back, forgive it to the Christ consciousness, and am liberated from its grip. As I lifted it up, I heard the words, “not quite yet” and understood that I was to accept its presence completely, not wanting it to leave nor wishing it to stay, to enter into full and utter surrender.

In that moment, I irreversibly understood, at least a current best understanding, as everything I know changes and expands with each deeper level of surrender. Letting fear in is a pre-requisite step to letting it go. If we look at fear as something to let go, it becomes another little box, something we hold out at arms length, preventing us from fully embracing it. We see the fear, know we need to let it go, box it up and wonder why it hangs around to haunt us. We have yet to let our stepchild out of our own private dungeon. So very subtly, we hold onto our fear, keep it imprisoned. But as each denied aspect of self is returned and re-embraced, a new level of freedom is granted and the new world draws closer.

So much is stirring! The energy for transformation is present. God bends low to earth in answer to our prayers. Yet we have our own personal work to attend to, daemons to meet, disenfranchised parts of our selves to reintegrate in order to make these vessels more receptive. Now is the time to return to Wholeness. Listen. You can hear the angelic voices calling you.

I welcome your comments and thoughts and reply to all who are willing to share of themselves.