Saved from the Darkling Plain

It is time to start considering utterly fantastic interpretations of reality as we try to account for what the world has just experienced and will continue to experience as a result of the American presidential elections.  “Wow! Who would have expected this to happen?” That’s just not enough. It is not enough to watch media stalwarts shuffling through their charts and graphs and demographic histories of states, cities, counties, or data crunchers examining hour by hour accumulations of predictable outcomes to bring this to a rational place that can be either accepted or dismissed, celebrated or raged against. There will never be enough political analysis, philosophical rumination about history, the founding fathers, the reemergence of the cold war, the proliferation of nuclear weapons, terrorism, global warming, the impending collapse of the European Union, trade treaties, the new multi-cultural reality, neo-Nazis, and the new world order, to allow the psyche to catch up with the unfamiliar territory it finds itself in. Nothing along these lines will ever be enough.  


How many people in the world have felt and are continuing to feel that something has gone wrong, not just that the number results are a staggering surprise, but that the underlying feeling, the familiar feeling with expected and understood continuities would suddenly not feel quite normal? We can continue to ask horizontal questions about politics, and the dark struggle of the campaign, but in that direction chaos lies, and chaos we are about to see.


A vertical investigation brings us to an even more staggering understanding of what just has occurred, an understanding which opens up my reality and is providing a platform in my consciousness through which I will be able to participate in the unwinding of the earthplanet world as I know it, and collectively as we have all known it together.


Earlier this week, earthplanet, as I call it to represent its multi-dimensionality, passed out of one timeline into another. We are no longer living in the timeline that has defined most of our history and provides the linear continuity that prompts medical people to ask semi-comatose patients who the current president is. ALL OF THE CONDITIONS OF THE OLD TIMELINE WHICH ARE STILL PRESENT IN THE NEW TIMELINE WILL BEGIN TO  EVAPORATE AS THIS TIMELINE PROCEEDS. INITIALLY THAT DISSOLUTION WILL BE OUR PRIMARY EXPERIENCE.  IN THE NEW TIMELINE, THERE WILL BE NEITHER PAST NOR FUTURE, ONLY THE PRESENT. THIS IS THE PROCESS WE ARE BEING CALLED TO WITNESS AND TO PARTICIPATE IN.


WITH THIS TRANSITION, HUMAN DESTINY IS STILL IN TACT. ABSENT THIS CHANGE, EARTHPLANET PLANE WOULD HAVE CRASHED UNDER A SPIRITUAL INERTIA WHICH MAY HAVE REQUIRED A MAJOR RESTRUCTURING OF THE EARTH MATRIX AND A RESEEDING OF THIS DIMENSION OF THE COSMIC STRING. WERE IT NOT FOR THE PRESENCE OF MANY AWAKE BEINGS WHO WERE ABLE TO REMOVE THEMSELVES FROM THE CRUSH OF SPIRITUAL INCITEMENT BROUGHT TO A HEAD BY THE ELECTION, THE ELECTION WOULD HAVE GONE THE OTHER WAY AND EARTHPLANET WOULD HAVE CONTINUED ITS SLIDE INTO OBLIVION UNABATED. WE HAVE ESCAPED THIS DESTINY; NEVERTHELESS, DANGERS REMAIN AHEAD.


HOW TO HELP?  REMOVE OURSELVES FROM POLITICAL JUDGMENT. BE WILLING TO LET GO OF OUR PERSONAL STORIES, OUR STORY OF THE COUNTRY, THE WORLD AND ITS HISTORY, AND THE SOUL CRUSHING VISIONS OF REALITY PERPETRATED UPON US BY SCIENCE AND RELIGION. WAKE UP AND LIVE OR CONTINUE TO SLEEP AND DIE AS THE OLD REALITY EVAPORATES LIKE MIST IN THE EARLY MORNING DAWN. IN THIS NEW REALITY, THERE ARE NO TEMPORARY HOLDING STATIONS WHILE WE LICK OUR WOUNDS AND REGROUP FOR A NEW ALIANCE WITH DARKNESS. THE NEW TIMELINE TOLERATES NO ILLUSIONS BUT IS ALL FORGIVING FOR THOSE WHO TRULY WISH TO POPULATE THE NEW WORLD.

Contemplate from where we have come in these lines from Matthew Arnold’s “Dover Beach” These are the last moorings of the old reality:


Ah, love, let us be true

To one another! for the world, which seems

To lie before us like a land of dreams,

So various, so beautiful, so new,

Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,

Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;

And we are here as on a darkling plain

Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,

Where ignorant armies clash by night.