May 10, 2024. The current solar storm is a purification blessing from the archangel of our Sun, under the order of Melchisedek, governor of the galactic hosts, who now irradiates the human nervous system with a granular beam of trillion-fold particles, scorching and transmuting the body in the quantum alchemy of enlightenment.
Those who resist this storm of energy may feel that they are going mad, and experience their own resistance as frightening sensations, palpitations, headaches, dizziness. The instruction is: accept and be overwhelmed by the gift of light, let it expand you. For you are space itself. You are being introduced to your true nature. Welcome home to your Self. For you embody the stars, your breath is the swirl of the supernovae, your solar plexus an ocean of grace. What is surrender? To rest in the present moment beyond knowing.
Your task is not to know, but to experience, to drink in the effervescence that dissolves all distance in love, and become intimate with the very star-stuff of creation. This tidal wave of pulverized light is what you are made of. Let go of the distinction between spirit and matter. Be overwhelmed by what IS. Out of the black hole at the core every proton in your flesh come waves of bliss.
Fleeing into any concept of the future or the past is futile. None of your stories tell of this moment. Cosmic radiation is a treatment of the deepest medicine, the alchemy of now. Be transmuted into who you are. For a little while every morning and evening, and in the terrible darkness when you cannot sleep, andyou feel most alone, take time to simply surrender. Put all other work aside in these moments.
A silken bolt of lightning, from your sacrum to your crown, roots you to the center of the planet, even as it furls its filament of courage into the vast spaciousness above your fontanelle. Let it spool you to the stars. Perhaps one star is your own. Be tethered to that distant bindhu, that point of un-created brilliance whose ray has been seeking you over ten thousand light years. Let the old story of separation dissolve into a bolt of Presence, as your inhalation rises through your crown to the heavens, and your exhalation pours into the ground of divine darkness. You are the stem of the universe.
Mingling your mind with this ever so delicate diamond fiber, you discover that its silken cord is not just inside the hollow of your spine. Your body is actually inside its beam. This column of energy enfolds you, builds a tower of invincible beauty around you, and protects you from all fear. It is your pillar of stillness, your citadel of peace.
The aurora burns the viruses of small thinking out of your ancient brain, along with every outmoded identification of race, tribe, or nationality. The cancerous ego is cauterized and flushed out of your limbic system, your thalamus and amygdala, so that they may resurrect as embodied jewels of divine love.
Now is the time for humanity to outgrow its troubled childhood. The warring of the tribes - Israelite and Philistine (Palestine), black and white, left and right, native and immigrant, socialist and capitalist, will never cease until we interpret the scriptures and wisdom traditions as they were meant to be read: not literally, but symbolically, as a pilgrimage to Malkuth, the true Kingdom. For as Jesus said, the Kingdom is not a promised land between the river and the sea: it is within you. There is only one tribe, humanity. There is only one homeland, the heart. There is only one religion, love.
Photo, Tor of Glastonbury in the aurora, by Michell Cowbourne.
