There were only two check stands open, and lines of customers snaked down the aisles. I remarked, “They need to open another one.” The man in line behind me replied, “We can’t open it until it’s paid for.” I was perplexed: pay for a check stand?
A man across from me caught my confusion and said with a grin, “Amazing timing!” He explained that the first man wasn’t responding to me, but to his young son, who yearned to open a box of cookies. Minus this frame of reference, his words made no sense to me — yet their synchronous timing illustrates the crucial nature of context.
Caroline Casey introduces each broadcast of her weekly radio show with, “Welcome, allies, to the Visionary Activist Show, and I’m your weaver of context, Caroline Casey.”
What It Looks Like Is Not Necessarily What It Is
We’re all weavers, whether or not we’ve ever touched a loom. And context, from a metaphysical perspective, can look very different from what we perceive in 3D.
For example: I spent the first year of my 3-year “dark night of the soul” initiation in rural New York state, the latter two years in Santa Fe, New Mexico. For me, these locales were less residences than healing sanctuaries for my rebirth. When I was complete with each phase of my gestation, as though a bell had rung, I knew it was time to move on. Others simply dwell in New York or New Mexico as home; for me, they were crucibles.
When I lived in southern California, I knew a man who briefly owned a restaurant. He’d originally been a silent business partner of the fellow whose dream it was to open his own restaurant; when that venture dissolved, he placed his own name above the door, and customers continued to visit the establishment with no discernable difference. Except the eatery was mainly a storefront for Steve (name changed), a vehicle for his journey. It “looked like” a restaurant, but the place’s principal function was not to serve food.
Similarly: a woman harbored an intense desire to write a book about immature bosses. While her book and resulting online presence have no doubt helped many people, her quest to convey this material to the world sprang primarily from a need to heal her relationships with past superiors.
In each case, location, restaurant, and book created the context for valuable personal development, beyond the obvious outward purpose they served.
Information Alters Experience
We can gain new clarity or a profound ah-ha! from revisiting a catalyzing event, once we gain context that was initially absent. In 1993, I watched the film Resurrection, starring Ellen Burstyn and Sam Shepard. I’ve written before about what a visceral experience this was for me. When I discovered the movie uploaded to YouTube in 2010, I decided to watch it again.
What astonished me, from the vantage point of seventeen additional years and awakened perspective, was a reference to “the moon under her feet” (which comes, amusingly, from the Book of Revelations.) In 2003 I read The Moon Under Her Feet by Clysta Kinstler, a Mari Magdalene story that takes place 2,000 years ago. The book also affected me profoundly. When I watched the film in 1993, those words passed right by. In 2010, they pierced my soul. Context.
In these extraordinary times, the context of the known cannot provide the container for where we’re going. The new context arises from the liminal, luminous places we touch with our hearts, and can be both as ephemeral and as everlasting as breath. Each of us is the warp and the weft; we inter-are, as Vietnamese Buddhist monk, peace activist and author Thich Nhat Hanh says. What looms large is our future.
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As I watched a woman in a large corner home open the door to her housekeeper and child at 8 a.m. on a Friday morning, I mused, wouldn’t we all prefer to be the one living in that house rather than the one coming to clean it?
Years ago, metaphysical teacher and author Louise Hay made many audiotapes accompanied by the musical group Alliance. One I listened to repeatedly was, “Doors Closing, Doors Opening,” and while it focused on personal growth rather than physical structures, I find it amusingly applicable to the situations I’ve described. The main lyric went, “Doors closing, doors opening, doors closing, doors I’m opening. I am safe, it’s only change. I am safe, it’s only change…”
About a week after this vision, I wandered into the supplement section of the market. In the homeopathic aisle, I saw a little blue tube labeled Graphites. That’s in pencils, I thought. What do graphites do exactly? According to the homeopathic pamphlet, “Graphites can dissolve toughened skin, scars, boils, and cysts.” Holy Moses! Pencils over eggs! My intuition told me that graphites and similar homeopathic remedies could dissolve Lyme cysts. Graphites became a crucial component of my healing. It was a huge breakthrough.
The frequency of Love controls all the high frequency feelings. We could say that Love is the mother-father of all high frequency feelings. When we are connected to the love vibration coming from Source, we can co-create the manifestation of such perfection in the physical field.
I have been focusing lately on some issues that may seem somewhat uncomfortable or seemingly out of character for me. If you have been triggered by some of the subject matter, please rest assured that that is never my intent. That said, someone once said our job here in these times is to comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable.
In 2013 I encountered two interviews with a fellow named John Lash. He wrote a book entitled “Not In His Image”. Turns out he is a Gnostic scholar and his translation of the Gnostic Gospels, the Nag Hammadi Codices, contained a fantastical tale of entities that the ancients called the Archons. Created accidentally, and comprised of artificial intelligence, these beings were confined to our solar system. In a weird twist, they are related to us, but that is another story. However, because of this kinship, they have access to our subconscious and conscious mind. In other cultures, they have other names. The Yaqui Indian sorcerers of northern Mexico called them the “flyers” or the “alien installation. In ancient Arabic cultures, they were known as the “djinn”. In Native American, “wetiko”, or mind parasites, and in the Sumerian cultures, the Annunaki or Watchers.
When Pluto enters Aquarius in 2023, the real struggle for a human future will begin. We will all be faced with the choice of organic or non-organic…compliant, or free…human, or transhuman.
Isaac George
On the 14th of April 2021, for 20 days, humanity will travel through a cosmic chakra system and activate our kundalini. These days are powerful and activating as we merge the past, present and future. They are more powerful than an equinox, or a class X magnitude solar flare… but continuously for 20 days straight! The center column of the sacred Mayan calendar, the Tzolk’in, represents the spinal column of the human body and the core of the Earth running from north to south.
This is a portal, and opening, an opportunity. Time to reboot, look again, question, reflect, and prepare to act over the next few weeks and months. The breakups and breakdowns will accelerate us out of the seeming prison planet of our old structures, beginning with this lunation. With the Moon in Libra, it is helpful to remember the concept of “both/and”, rather than “either/or” or bad/good, black/white. Holding the balance is essential. What will not be helpful is playing it safe for the sake of personal peace at all costs. That would be and could be very costly.