Just another day of squirming under the cosmic magnifying glass

Yesterday I had one of those days where I felt like I was the ant under a giant cosmic magnifying glass being burned by the intensity of serendipitous sun. As my boyfriend says I should just be used to it by now because I have days like this relatively frequently, but it doesn’t make the sensation of being squished under a giant thumb any less bizarrely unpleasant and exciting all at the same time. I thought I would share my experience with you.

So I am reading 2012 by Daniel Pinchbeck and I am a bit more than halfway through the book. I squeeze reading time in when I can, usually when I’m on the elliptical a few times a week in the building’s workout room. I am reading about the various notions of time, which indeed has always interested me since I seem to be more out of sync with the way our culture has segmented time than most people. I was reading about where he speaks to Jose Arguelles and they talk about the World Thirteen Moon Calendar. I’ve known of Arguelles’ work for quite a few years as I had several friends in college tell me about exactly this project of his. Now, whatever anyone thinks of the details of the calendar is one thing, but the notion that we need a time/day mapping system that better aligns our inner energy rhythms with that of the earth is A-Okay by me. So when I was done with my painting-break reading time I went inside to look up what my birthday was according to Arguelles’ calendar. Here’s what it said:
October 10, 1981
Electric Moon day 21
Year of the Yellow Lunar Seed
Kin 260: Yellow Cosmic Sun

I endure in order to Enlighten
Transcending Life
I seal the Matrix of the Universal Fire
With the cosmic tone of Prescence
I am guided by the power of the flowering
I am a galactic activation portal
Enter me.

Destiny Kin: Sun – Enlightens. Universal Fir
Analog Kin (like minded power): Storm – Catalyzes. Self-generation.
Antipode Kin (challenge power): Dog. Love. Heart.
Occult Kin (hidden power of 7, the unexpected): Dragon. Nurtures. Birth
Guide Kin (5th force outcome power): Seed – Targets. Flowering

Now let me reiterate that I don’t necessarily subscribe to the entire system of thought that accompanies this and not that there’s anything wrong with anyone who does, but I do very much believe through years of experience, that we often read/see/hear/fumble upon that which we need to see when we need to see/etc. it. This is particularly interesting because I am in the middle of writing a rather lengthy blog entry that goes into the very profane and mundane levels of my existence, the grit as it were and reading the first line of that little poem, “I endure in order to enlighten” could not be more poignant a statement in my life right now. The rest of everything written there also has extreme personal significance, so much so that when I told my parents, they thought it was also most interesting and oddly creepy that it would be so right on.

There was more explanations of the system that detailed that someone following the calendar might feel their life almost repeat in either or both 4 and 13 year increments. I’ve felt for quite a few years that my life repeats itself in increments of 4, meaning when I was 16 and 20, I went through, struggled, and got beyond many similar episodes, so similar in fact, that I noticed them. Same as when I was 17 and 21, 18 and 22 and so on continuing up to even now. I always thought this was some bizarre twist of karma like so much of my life, but now I’m wondering. . . .

A few minutes after looking this up, my parents came by and dropped off my mom’s little lovebird Szivi (“Lovie” in Hungarian). They were going to do their Sunday evening radio program and Szivi had gotten startled, flown into a window and wasn’t doing so well. They thought it was best to have him be under constant vigil rather than leaving him at home. I have rescued many injured birds over the last several years and I’ve developed what I like to call “healing birdie magic” that seems to revive them pretty well. It’s a combination of what I think of as energy healing, light/energy transferal techniques, “Om”-ing, humming or some other deep vibration, nothing formal really, but an intuitive response to a life form in need. It’s a massive opening up of myself, turning my body into a conduit for the transfer of the injury and the healing to take place. It takes quite a bit out of me to do it but you do what you have to do in many cases. I did “healing birdie magic” on Szivi for about a half hour and right afterward he began hopping around his cage, eating and preening happily.

Minutes later the phone rang and it was a local artist that had just seen my work hung in a gallery not that far away. He said he felt great kinship not only to my work, but also with the M16 Eagle Nebula that I have on my business card as well as the saying I coined, “we all have the ability to discover the expanding universe within ourselves.” Feeling an instant significance to this phone call, it turned out he made astrolabes our of clay, personal sacred space generators that were envisioned to be used in meditations, healing, and to teleport one’s inner being to a higher dimension. He invited me to a lecture he was giving next month at a local library.

After a very lovely chit chat that seemed rather superfluous in the light that we seemed to know what the other was all about without ever having to really explain it to each other, I hung up the phone and felt that odd but somewhat familiar sensation that time moved at a different interval than usual, or rather, moved in the way it always does but this time I could perceive it properly. Astrolabes, as most of you probably know, are instruments that measure essentially galactic time. Galactic time. Hmm. So we end up right back from where we started. Craziness.