Time Spiral

Here's an excerpt from "Spiritual Awakening: Spirals of Time," an article by Kiara Windrider at The Global Oneness Commitment Web site:

"Barry Martin has been carefully researching a phenomenon he calls the time spiral, which may shed further light on this dimensional shift. With some of the renewed understandings of sacred geometry put forward by Drunvalo Melchizedek and others, we are beginning to become aware of how everything is organized around certain basic principles of geometry. The fibonacci spiral is one such geometry used by the devic realms to create forms and proportions for all life in the universe, from tiny crystals, to the human form, to an entire planet. The nautilus shell is a good illustration of this. Beginning at zero point, which could be any point in space, it is a numeric sequence that spirals out to infinity.

What if this same sequence that applies to space were also applied to time? Barry goes through a series of calculations going back through the Egyptian and Mayan calendars to illustrate that in our journey of evolution through the ages, our experience of consciousness through time has been speeding up. This can be plotted as a time spiral. Eventually this time spiral winds down through third dimensional time and approaches a zero point, an end of time as we know it. According to his research, the time spiral that governed most of our recent third dimensional history ended on July 26, 2000, at which point a new fourth dimensional spiral began, and is slowly gathering force. Thus, in some respects the fourth dimensional shift has already taken place, although the full flowering of this new planetary consciousness is still to come.

What does 4th dimensional time look like? If 3-D time relates to a linear progression from a point in the past to a point in the future, 4-D time is synchronistic. The now-moment is all important, multiple timelines come into co-existence, and history is interpreted through cycles and spirals of consciousness rather than through a disconnected series of linear events."

Pride Cometh Before the Fall

In my morning meditations, I reflected on recent events in my life and how they related to a persistent injury to my wrist. Often, we are unaware of where we are going before it is too late, and then, alarmingly, unexpectedly, something manifests in the physical world to remind us of our limitations. For me, the physical body has never been an issue. I have been so blessed with vigor, and with a seemingly unstoppable immune system, that it has given rise to a false sense of being totally invincible when it comes to my health.

Like all of us, I am a beautiful matrix of intersecting spiritual influences all of which affect where I go, what I do and who I meet. And as complex as we all are, we are all, nonetheless, called to one abiding truth--to love our fellow man and join together in unity. Understanding this much will send you soaring across the universe.

In my astrological chart, it clearly indicates that my quest for freedom and independence is often at odds with my need to ground myself in the here and now. And as my moon's north node (karmic direction) is firmly fixed in the sign of Aquarius, I continually strive to attain a humanitarian ideal while carrying behind me the sweep and swagger of a dragon's tail colored in Leo's vibrant need (demand, really) for recognition. I can be eccentric, willful and more than a little prideful. My goal, then, is to unite the two polarities into one harmonious flow of soulful energy in service to mankind. It is not that one is preferable to the other. All signs of the zodiac have their pluses and minuses.

So when I fell on the rocks by my beloved river in June due to a lack of foresight and poor judgment, it mirrored events in my career that have led to my current battles with anxiety. The discordant tones reverberating within my soul's inner chamber are clearly the result of my own inability to overcome pride. And as they say, pride cometh before the fall.

While most of my physical injuries on the river that day manifested as simple bruises, my right wrist continues in weakness two months later. I have had to wear a brace, pop Advil, use my left hand to lift and avoid too much time at the computer where carpal tunnel syndrome sends radiating pain up into my shoulder. Alas, I am host to a physical body after all, one that requires my protection.

Dragging this injury around for the last two months has felt like an Achilles' heel reminder about pride. So I prayed in earnest this morning to be healed, to have my eyes opened to pride, once again, showing itself to be my biggest weakness. And so it is for all of us. And it is this that keeps us isolated and further away from the unity that God would have for us.

Life Between Lives

Speaking of rivers...imagine yourself pure spirit being pulled along by a river of light to a world of loving guidance and total acceptance. I read Journey of Souls recently and I could not put it down. Published in 1994, Journey of Souls is not California hypnotherapist Michael Newton's first book on what happens to souls between lives, but from what I've heard, it may be his best.

Newton's subjects recount amazing journeys after death with souls joining familial groups to begin the process of choosing their next lives. Like every book we read, it's important to discern for ourselves what rings true and what doesn't, but Newton's reporting is extraordinary. While using different terms to describe their journeys, each subject recalls remarkably similar experiences. Destiny of Souls (2001) is his follow-up.

My curiosity about life after death soared after my ex-husband's death in 2004. There have been numerous astral visits from him. Once, he covered me while I lay sleeping on my stomach. He touched my hand and spoke into my ear. This, of course, awakened me immediately.

My sleep is often a playground for astral visitors and I have been touched before so that the sensation, which feels quite physical, remains after awakening. I first became aware of my astral body at the age of 24. We all astral travel in our sleep. But be careful about your astral associations. Most astral visitors are harmless, but there are lower vibrational entities who can disturb our nightly journeys. While they can do no real harm, they can leave an impression of defilement. Surround yourself with the "white light of divine protection" prior to falling asleep and thank your guides for their watchful presence.

Points on a Map

Years ago, just before I was laid off from my job as a newspaper editor, I had a rather insatiable desire to go to Monument Valley in Utah. There was no reason for this particular compulsion. It kicked in seemingly out of the blue. I had visited the valley once--when I lived in a camper van for a year--and it was fogged in. Yes, fogged in! I was so disappointed, because we couldn't wait another day for it to lift. It lasted the entire afternoon and into the next day. Anyway, it was just after getting this overwhelming need to get on a plane and go to the Four Corners area that I discovered the teachings of Buddhism and the Tao. I began to meditate and I had my heart transformation. Which I'll talk about eventually.

I've been reading about spirtual vortexes and their effect on souls. Further, I've heard that where you live can have a profound effect on your ability to tap into vibrations that are generated by higher entities, and that one can actually be summoned, unknowingly, to them for transformation, instruction, what have you. This new understanding reminded me of a dream I had in December 2006. In the dream, I was on a rooftop and I hosed myself down with water. It was a very blissful experience. But what followed was even more interesting. I was flying over a relief map of the United States. I made my way to the Southwest and a directional arrow appeared, pointing to an area near the Grand Canyon. It was very strange. I have never quite figured out what that dream meant. I have lived in Arizona twice, but is that a connection? Will there be something there for me in the future? Is something generating from that location now that touches my soul?

My mother, the medium, relayed to me that I am at my present location because of the vibrations. After thirty years of traveling, I find myself back where I was born. I don't believe in chance. So something is being played out by my presence here. This is true for all of us.

River Rescues

Rivers reflect more than the clouds and trees that hug their shores. When you commune with a river, it returns to you a sense of your self. I have a river near my home that tells me stories. I share my visits with the wildlife that gathers there. So I learn from them, too. I watch the ripples and feel the current. But most of all, I am still and I listen for God's voice.

Rivers are mystical. They symbolize connection, deliverance, renewal. Wasn't it a river that first baptized the world? Some consider the Ganges River a sacred living entity. And yet it contains untreated sewage, cremated remains, chemicals and disease-causing microbes. Finally, India is taking steps to reverse the damage, but it will take a very long time to remedy. Rivers are in danger everywhere.

We are born in water. When scientists seek to determine life on other planets, they look for evidence of water. Water is the universal symbol for the subconscious mind. When I am beside a river, my emotions come to the surface and float down stream. All of my cares delivered and transformed into more useful energy. Rivers are healers. Find your healing river, wherever it might be.

My Sioux Warrior

Part of my soul journey this time around includes becoming aware of the different spiritual realms and how they work together.

Some time back, it was revealed to me that my primary spirit guide is a tall Indian in full headdress named Theodosius. Not an Indian name, to be sure, but he likes to appear as one, at least, when it comes to me. This soul and I have been together many times on Earth. Once, as Sioux man and wife. He even boasted that he had won my heart over many other suitors, and that I was as feisty then, as I am now. So in my meditations, it is highly probable that he speaks to me a lot. In fact, I am fairly certain I now know his voice. Once, at one of my lowest moments, I distinctly heard him say, "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger." At first, I was taken aback and I wanted to kill him for saying this, but then it made me laugh very hard because of its absurdity given the terrible drama I was portraying. And because, I believe, at my deepest soul level, I knew this voice very well, and it was a private joke between us--one that reflected many lifetimes together.

So as I continue to "awaken," my awareness of him certainly grows. I believe I have seen him now in the dream state. In one of my dreams, I am standing on a pine forested hill overlooking a valley. Beside me is an Indian with a rather serious expression on his face. There is a fresh cut on his cheek, and I get the definite impression that he has been fighting. He gestures toward the valley and informs me that this is where we will spend the summer. More recently, I had a dream where I caught a glimpse of him again--standing in a swirl of dust, still that serious expression, but gorgeous in his wildness. He was wearing a thin film of grime, head to toe, and he was dressed in exactly the same clothes as before. His hair was loose, not braided, and he was bare chested with leather leggings. It was near a primitive paddock for horses. Straight out of Hollywood, right? Perhaps.

But I don't think so. The world beyond time and space is far more interesting--more rich and more vivid--than many people would like us to believe. Pay close attention to your dreams. They reveal much.

Blind Faith

I am one who must know the future at all times. This is, of course, against God's plan for our lives. But repeated reminders through meditation and my talks with God do not keep me from seeking. After all, stubbornness is one of my key virtues. Sometimes--often, in fact--things are revealed to me through symbols in my dreams and in waking visions. It is encouraging to interpret these symbols and I have seen these prophetic images come true. But always, I am told to be patient and learn my lessons like a good girl. Certain things must remain covered, I am told.

Lately, I have been going through a series of difficult twists and turns in my faith walk. My economic security hangs in the balance. The last time this happened, I had a dream in which I found myself tied to a rope and hanging by my feet high above a hard concrete floor. Dangling and in a state of panic, I called for help from those closest to me. No one was able to assist. And then, the tension eased completely and I was lowered gently to the floor, feet first--stocking feet. I slid across the smooth surface of the polished concrete like a ballerina, released with so much warmth of love and protection. The message was clear: "I have you. Why do you fear?" And He did.

So here I am again, dangling from the rope. Last week, the tension was huge, and I awoke one morning and the next, meeting my day in absolute submission, overcome by love and in a state of consciousness which I recognize now as my "awakened self." And God the Father, as I call this voice that speaks to me, was drawing ever so near. I lit my meditation candle and immediately covered my eyes, both mornings, instinctively, obediently. (I have since learned that this is a self-healing method in Reiki, the laying on of hands.) Again, the message was clear. I will not be allowed to see everything. "Be patient," I was told. "I see the way ahead and I have made a way for you. Where should your attention be? I have freed you from worry. Be at peace." I have never known such faithfulness. I have never been so loved.

Spiraling Across the Universe

I have always been fascinated by circles and spirals. I choose them as design motifs unconsciously (or consciously, one might argue) in my art and in my home.

I remember a visit to the planetarium at Griffith Park in Los Angeles long ago. Inside the lobby there were many exhibits. One exhibit centered around a metal ball that came shooting out of a small opening into a cone-shaped container. When it first entered the chamber at its widest point, the ball circled very slowly, around and around, but as it spiraled down it seemed to pick up speed as the circumference grew smaller and smaller, faster and faster, until it made a loud exit down and out. Bang.

As I stood there watching this display of gravity and force and my perception of what was happening, it occured to me that this was how my life felt, my birth and death. I was at that age--around 30, I believe--when you begin to notice how fast the years are speeding by, unlike our childhoods when each year is like an epoch. So I determined that my life would go that way--spiraling and spiraling, faster and faster, until poof--I'd disappear out a mysterious exit--my very own black hole--into the vast unknown that exists without time. And yes, the years still feel as though they are spinning faster and faster, but it all feels quite natural.

I found this Web site that explores our connection to spirals. If you find the music as annoying as I do, turn your speakers off. But it's worth a read. Fascinating stuff. And then look at this recent crop circle. Very interesting. Reminds me of that exhibit I saw at the planetarium.

Self-acceptance vs Destruction of the Ego

Much has been written and talked about concerning the ego. I am relatively new to eastern traditions, but I identified strongly with the understanding that all suffering stems from the ego and our desire nature. I have struggled with my own with much pain involved. But then, my South Node is in Leo. My heart is for the greater good, but my overwhelming need for self-expression and to be heard sometimes interferes, and then it becomes a wrestling match.

I have been listening to Eckhart Tolle speak about being awareness itself so that we can see the ego for what it is. I have found his teachings helpful. I do find it interesting that he does not delve into the hereafter at all. He won't go there. It doesn't seem possible to me to do the work here without acknowledging past lives. But he does this deliberately, I believe, to maintain the focused energy of his awareness teaching, and to make his teachings palpable to a greater audience. To focus on humankind's "Awakening." Tolle has come under fire from Christian groups who don't understand the God Within principle that Jesus spoke about. They fear the empowerment of the human species through collective transformation. Fear being the operative word.

Now, this week, I came across Saniel Bonder and his teachings on "mutuality" and "waking down." Bonder stresses the need for recognizing our inherent male and female energies, and embracing the formless with form so that you can grow right where you are. That "killing the ego" is a missed opportunity, you might say. He believes we grow together through our suffering and trials, and that the mountain top experience, separating from form (ego, for instance), is not productive to the human species as a collective. I am skimming the top.

I will continue to explore. Ultimately, I believe what I experience for myself. I believe we evolve spritually not only as individuals, but as a species. Be open to new concepts. In 2006, during a heart transformation that fundamentally changed my life, I received these words: "The Great Perfection." I believe it has begun in earnest.

Pink Clouds

My 85-year-old mother is a medium. She communicates with "spirit" and she sees things. After I divorced my husband and moved back east from California, she told me she saw pink clouds all around me. It was a good sign, she said. It meant that I was surrounded by love, good things ahead. I thought it meant an easy road, finally, a life without suffering. Nope. There is no easy road. For most of us, it's hard work here.

I've learned to listen to my mother carefully. I remember that she is, after all, my mother. So I listen carefully and hear between the lines. She has been known to give me an interpretation based on her own fears, her need to protect me or her desire to control me. It has never been easy having a mother like her. Still, she has an ability that has both intrigued me and helped me.

Pink clouds. So I misinterpreted that day. I am such an optimist. And this is basically a good thing. There is more, of course. There's always more. I will share some of my life with you here. I hope you will share, too. And she was right. I am surrounded by love. We are all surrounded by love. Let it in! It makes the journey of our souls glorious and transformative.