24 Oct 2016 Afternoon backyard meditation, inspired to use multi-colored beads for “sand painting” meditation and William Butler Yeats poem (The Second Coming)

Hello to you!  It’s 5:33 pm as I write to you.  How has your day been going in the wherever and whenever you are right now?  I hope well and if not that all you need will come to you to set things on a better course.  It is within your power to do that!

Link to my blog post with story about the spiral ring:

https://saymber.com/2015/10/28/28-oct-2015-led-by-the-spiral-wednesday-keshe-foundation-livestream-broadcast/

I want to share a poem with you that was given to me by Dr. Gerace in Wilmington DE on 10 May 2006 after having one of our many conversations about the state of the world.  Back then I truly felt like the end was near – it was a dark time for me.  These days I think if anything is happening it is a time of global revelation…a “great reveal.”  I believe the timely combination of  people, places, things and events have all come to this place in time to empower us to great change, peace and unity.   We are being shown the extremes of what we have become as a world and a species and are being given the choice of what path forward we will choose together.  No one person will accomplish the shift of consciousness required to divert our current course.  It’s going to take all of us.

The Second Coming

By William Butler Yeats

 

Turning and turning in the widening gyre

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst

Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;

Surely the Second Coming is at hand.

The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out

When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi

Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert

A shape with lion body and the head of a man,

A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,

Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it

Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again; but now I know

That twenty centuries of stony sleep

Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,

Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Source: The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats (1989)

*much love from me to you through these wires and on the winds we all share

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