It’s been a long time since I have had time to write.
Probably only two weeks but time is an experience not just a measured process.
Suddenly, we have arrived at Powwow weekend.
The summer is surging forward at breakneck speed. Soon we will be
looking backwards toward today.
I’ve always been fascinated by time. It is a mystery that won’t
allow possession, much like a rainbow; time is always just ahead or just
behind. My dreams lately have been too
strange to remember. Actually, it’s not that dreams are strange in content so
much as strange because they don’t always wait for sleep but come in flashes
during the day. Are the dimensions
actually becoming close enough to cross over here and there? According to a
number of seers, the turning point was 2012.
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An experience of realities crossing over: I recently had the thought that I must contact
a young man that I know well with some news (I don’t remember what it was) of importance to him, and then I remembered that
he had passed away and it was too late to deliver any news, and then that scene
or dimension suddenly changed and I realized that I have never known this
person, at least he wasn’t in my identifiable memory. His face was very
distinct and he did not resemble anyone I’ve known as my familiar self. This was just one of a number of strange time
glitches experienced recently. I’m mentioning this with the awareness that some
of you might think I’m a bit schizo but that is a common tag for experiences
that don’t fit conventional reality. If
I hailed from the fundamentalist perspective of my upbringing, I might blame God
or the devil. It all depends on the version you prefer and they are all
perceptual conventions. I personally suspect that conventions themselves are
under attack by a much larger reality. Our accustomed shell is too small and it
is beginning to crack. Perhaps we already live in a much bigger egg but the membrane
has yet to break and reveal it.
PQ has been experiencing a lot of muscle pain since we came
home to Taos. After much coughing, his neck and shoulder muscles became inflamed. The new doctor at the Taos/Picuris clinic gave him a number of muscle
relaxants, anti-inflammatory, and pain killing drugs and we discovered a new
lozenge that seems to be more effective on cough. But, the times are inflamed
as well and our bodies do reflect our environment. His youngest son is going through a
challenging family crisis. We can love and support but nothing from our love
and good will can make his struggle go away.
It is his, and a part of his own life process and yet it affects all of
us. That is one of the mysteries of life
and relationship.
The new doctor reiterated what we have heard many times,
“you need to be at a lower altitude” but this isn’t yet possible with the
current circumstances and in the meantime, it seems that we are
supposed to be
here in Taos. PQ seemed especially hungry for the medicine of the powwow. This
year we went for two days and one evening. The weather was wonderful and
touching our feet to that rich primal soil near the mountain refreshes the
soul. All the while the drums were
pulsing, children tossing neon toys in the air and people milling to and fro meeting up with old friends encountered while
making the rounds, somehow the big mountain, the sky and even the grass meadow
on which we were walking maintained that miraculous repose and power. It
graciously allowed us our ride on a piece of eternity.
