Destruction is at hand, but of what you may ask? This Thursday through Sunday is a pivotal place in history, one we haven’t seen the likes of for roughly 243 years. Fear is a normal response and it has its place. Yet just like the baby in the birth canal or the chick in the shell, what is the end of one world is the beginning of a new one. As Marcus Aurelius pointed out a few centuries back, “what stands in the way becomes the way”. So accept the present as it is and let everything move you ahead, my friend, those pesky obstacles are part of what gets you where you are going.
At hand is your power, the power of this present moment to shape a future you’ve wished for. Now you can act in service of your dreams with a little help from ‘the real Truth’ of you. Time for words and actions to sync up and show up in the world. When you do this, wishes can exceed your expectations as you show up to live your life. Find out what that means in this audio post. It’s under 20 minutes long and you can either listen or download it for future replay.
I read the following poem to you at the close of the recording, it’s a powerful verse that speaks incredibly well to this particular space and time. It was written by one of my favorite inspirations in the Astrological field, Rick Levine. It goes to the alchemy particularly relevant the next few days. Because your actions set a train in motion that carries you into your future. Seize the moment and you seize your power.
It moves me tremendously, may you enjoy it as well.
The lightning hits; the shift is now.
I close my eyes and take the vow
To release the future and the past,
To focus on the present, vast
Extending through infinity,
Extending far as I can see.
The lightning hits; the sky lights up;
The waters pour forth from my cup.
The feelings pour forth from my heart
As from the past my life does part.
The walls of safety tumble down;
My head goes spinning round and round.
I’m standing high out on a ledge;
I leap onto the razor’s edge
Where form can split and separate,
Ambivalence turns to love and hate;
Where unity is sliced in two;
Choice shows us what we must do;
Where issues are forced, so we must choose:
Something to gain, and something to lose.
Something feared; something desired:
The pressure to choose makes one grow tired.
Something we want and something we fear;
Excitement mounts as the moment grows near.
Time speeds up and my heart beats fast.
I fear this moment will not last,
But then I remember the razor’s edge
And the illusion of feeling like I’m on that ledge.
The moment of now is all that exists.
Create past and future, then something resists
Events in the future that hurt long ago,
Creating rough water in time’s riverflow,
For time is a river that flows to the sea;
The storm waves dissolve when we just “let it be.”
When the past and the future are locked in desire
The rapids do build and the waves do grow higher,
But it’s all in the mind, for the ledge is unreal.
The fear of the fall is the fate that we seal.
The razor is safe if we stay here and now,
So I soften my vision and repeat my old vow:
I release unborn futures, letting go of the past,
And the infinite present grows cosmically vast.