It is a year of planetary initiation, of unprecedented events that will change our lives forever. We will shed an old skin, open our sleeping eyes to a new light, and clear away some of the veils that cling so heavily, and yet so comfortably, to our collective soul. It's a year like never before, and I notice that I enter through its gates with equal measures of trepidation and excitement. My personality carries some trepidation; my soul carries a great excitement. A poem, written long ago, comes to mind: Faint streaks of dawn.
The twinkling lights of an age gone by Fade into eternity past. I wake up shivering From horrors still too fresh in my mind. Why must darkness precede the dawn? Why is death the prerequisite to life? No matter, The long night is ended now. The first rays of a new dawn Illuminate my path, Beckoning me to follow. Can I shape the coming day?
And shape the day we shall. It seems to me that a dense fog is lifting in the light of the morning sun. I feel so strongly the whispers of the angels, and the multitude of light beings who guide our journey into the dawning age. I walk between the worlds, as we all do, one foot in each, the gulf widening? I have spent many years studying ancient cycles and systems of time. I have been looking at celestial phenomena through the eyes of geologists, astrophysicists, prophets, and mystics. I have spent much time in quietness and meditation, listening to the voices that speak in that silence. I am feeling that this period of time we enter will be qualitatively different from anything we have experienced yet. I am not speaking of wars and horrors, although we may see some of that. I am not speaking of freak weather patterns and earth changes, although this may come into our experience as well. What I am feeling is literally a thinning of the veils between dimensional realities,and the splitting of timelines.