Today we build into tomorrow’s Pluto Uranus Square. This presages this summer’s Grand Cross, a tipping point at many levels, where the Mayan Great Circle of time closes, eliding into the Great Circle which opens: the point passing through infinity’s figure of eight. No wonder the stress and confusion and pressure. We are in the hour glass and it feels at the moment crowded. I feel that what is birthing – what opens – is a new perception of time – one that is not linear, but curved and multi dimensional. Paradoxically, our lives will simplify. Stress is actually release. When the door yields, the depth and type of “I-thought” at tipping point prevails.
At tipping point, the forces for confusion believe they are making headway; and the forces for the Light know they are on the move. We are both. It is the fluid point of peace within right-angle Pluto and Uranus Cardinally. It doesn’t matter what today’s busy schedule is. Meditation is less necessary; attention wherever recalled to interior peace, is – whatever we are doing, and whoever we see. From here the forces of Light and the forces of confusion are seen TRANSPERSONALLY. They assume personality and the will to hurt or to praise, through the memory-bases to which they attach: the levels and the mixes of evolution: the myriad types of “I-thought”.
There is only one reason for all the study and all the Yoga: the yield when the door opens, the happiness everlasting edgelessly. This perception offers no veil nor resistance and includes every problem of life. It even sharpens the problems. Getting the point, as Douglas Harding says, is a wide-angle empty moving lens the Point fills from every direction. Getting the point is “no one here.”
Where there is harmony in the pressure of tipping point, there is a Messianic oil among the gears; or it is the canal water sliding through the lock-gate as the levels regulate. Osmosis raises through semi permeable cell membranes, the solar sap through the Tree to solar source and photosynthesis – root to shoot: the DNA caduceus. Thus we are. Messiah is no longer an individual, although there are representatives. For the Aquarian Age, “Messiah” is an ACCESS – a human wave-band, a consciousness. We have each our own capacity to tune into this: to pause, listen and hear the still small voice. Moments begin to blend.
Think of poor Handel trying to compose his “I know that my Redeemer Lives” through the everyday din of London’s street cacophony in those days – the rich folk song heritage before the music-halls opened – London, the naughtiest and most colourful city in the world – what a compost. “I know that my Redeemer Lives” got woven into the chimes of Big Ben. That sacred defiance ringing out with each day’s Nein-o-clock news, stood against Hitler. History is astonishing. Bless also the Diamond Jubilee and its changing attitudes and bedrock values: the living curve of history’s Bells.
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