On this historic night of protest, I find myself thinking about Egypt and how beautifully poetic it is that humanity’s collective shift to the next level of civilization was initiated over there, on the land that contains the pyramids, which were built around the same time that the Long Count of the Mayan calendar began—a 5125 year cycle that is scheduled to end in 2012. What happened in Egypt reminds us that every ending is a beginning—all that exists is the mega-ritual, the world-wide event, the synchronicity of creation which is at the same time a discovery of that which was already there.  Android Jones’ painting, “Power to the Pyramid” depicts the magical confluence of past and present taking place in Egypt.  It reveals revolution in the age of the internet—the clashing of forces beneath a surface hyperlit by the glow of millions of tuned in screens.  At the retreat in Utah, where he was in attendance, I was gratified to hear Android explain that the figure in the center of the painting with fist defiantly raised was an homage to Michael Jackson.

On this historic night of protest, I find myself thinking about Egypt and how beautifully poetic it is that humanity’s collective shift to the next level of civilization was initiated over there, on the land that contains the pyramids, which were built around the same time that the Long Count of the Mayan calendar began—a 5125 year cycle that is scheduled to end in 2012. What happened in Egypt reminds us that every ending is a beginning—all that exists is the mega-ritual, the world-wide event, the synchronicity of creation which is at the same time a discovery of that which was already there. 

Android Jones’ painting, “Power to the Pyramid” depicts the magical confluence of past and present taking place in Egypt.  It reveals revolution in the age of the internet—the clashing of forces beneath a surface hyperlit by the glow of millions of tuned in screens.  At the retreat in Utah, where he was in attendance, I was gratified to hear Android explain that the figure in the center of the painting with fist defiantly raised was an homage to Michael Jackson.

I could feel it even as we approached on the dirt road, music lowered to match the dark stillness:  the sensation of being watched.  Strangely, this was not unpleasant, nor was it due to any paranoia, as I’d been either laughing or at peace during the entire drive.  The feeling was like coming home, and falling under the gaze of an old relative, who you knew was watching you from behind an upstairs window even though you couldn’t see them. It didn’t take long before I realized the ranch was a portal. The excitement amongst the guests was palpable, and the host was transformed into a shaman, as the knots of the everyday were loosened.   It was not mere coincidence that Graham Hancock was there to give his lecture about the special numerical relationships between ancient structures such as the pyramids of Egypt and Teotihuacan—numbers that are mentioned in myths from around the world.  The layering of synchronicities and sacred geometry seems to point to an underlying intention built into these places pointing to certain dates and times.  This was the same thing that was happening to me on the ranch—upon gathering as a circle on the first night an information overflow started spiraling between myself and others…transpersonal connections allowed for telepathic exchanges as we held space that contained entries and exits, beginnings and ends.  By the end of the week it was clear: It’s coming…in fact it’s already here…me, you, we…THEM. Together we form a body without organs, the one the philosophers prophesied about in the 60s, the era of initiation. We’re becoming what we are. A Super “Us”.

I could feel it even as we approached on the dirt road, music lowered to match the dark stillness:  the sensation of being watched.  Strangely, this was not unpleasant, nor was it due to any paranoia, as I’d been either laughing or at peace during the entire drive.  The feeling was like coming home, and falling under the gaze of an old relative, who you knew was watching you from behind an upstairs window even though you couldn’t see them. It didn’t take long before I realized the ranch was a portal. The excitement amongst the guests was palpable, and the host was transformed into a shaman, as the knots of the everyday were loosened.   It was not mere coincidence that Graham Hancock was there to give his lecture about the special numerical relationships between ancient structures such as the pyramids of Egypt and Teotihuacan—numbers that are mentioned in myths from around the world.  The layering of synchronicities and sacred geometry seems to point to an underlying intention built into these places pointing to certain dates and times.  This was the same thing that was happening to me on the ranch—upon gathering as a circle on the first night an information overflow started spiraling between myself and others…transpersonal connections allowed for telepathic exchanges as we held space that contained entries and exits, beginnings and ends. 

By the end of the week it was clear:

It’s coming…in fact it’s already here…me, you, we…THEM.

Together we form a body without organs, the one the philosophers prophesied about in the 60s, the era of initiation.

We’re becoming what we are.

A Super “Us”.

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