The Slow Dissolve

I am so happy for the warm, early spring here in Minnesota. The snow melted away weeks ago and the first tulips are up in our garden. I don't need a weatherman to tell me the winter was mild, either. I just track the heating bills for the Lightsmith building and fist-pump the air when they drop below $600.

 

More observations after I post these main events for April. Note that the Tuesday Tuneup is in the last week this month. Check the calendar for details: http://www.lightsmith.com/calendar2.htm

 

Archangel Michael - this Saturday, 10th

Fusion Weekend - 17th - 18th

Advanced Practitioner II - 24th

Tuesday Tuneup - 27th

 

I haven't written for awhile because my mind has been other occupied, occasionally noting my lack of interest in things general and past. Like many of you I have been more still and inner-focused these many weeks, with the word-spigot closed save for an errant drip now and then. Completion seems to be one dominant theme, with bindings from the old story unsnapping with startling speed. We have talked about the need to tidy up loose ends before continuing forward, and that process continues. The amount of internal rearrangement has been a full-time job lately, so some extra sleep is common. And those long, detailed dreams! Imagine how much work you're getting done while you're in bed. I prefer to work while I'm asleep so I can take it easy while I'm awake :)

 

My insight recently is around a fundamental shift of perception. It's like we grew so used to managing our survival that continually planning our lives into the future became the norm. The past became the reference for choices in the future, but what if our sense of the past disappears? What if we lose our familiar reference to how we thought we were to create our lives? What if much of what we've learned no longer applies?

 

My frustration lately is knowing that I am not who I was in a world I once knew, yet feeling inept in the reality I now inhabit. There's no returning to what was, yet the way ahead is known only in the mystery. If you have wondered if the Great Feminine is more present these days, just notice how much your thoughts have quieted and concerns about the future have dimished. You can also observe the stunning amount of debris releasing from consciousness, personal and collective, as old power structures are melted away from within. The media offers endless tales of implosion from the dissolving of what is not real. Kinda makes me happy.

 

On a personal level we're being called to greater receptivity, and clearing our own old structures has been our current work. How well we can receive is now the new practice. Those prone to doing and over-responsibility will likely face some adjustment (yeah, likely). I suspect that living in the new design includes an acceptance that we cannot know what is to birth through us or anyone else at any given time. Life is now the orchestrator of our experience in a marvelous dance of co-creation, and our responsibility as such is only for our own expression. We may not have words for that experience, but for now I'm calling it freedom.

 

To you compatriots who have chosen to surf the leading wave of change I offer assurance that you aren't alone with ringing ears, disconnection from personal history and traditions of the past, and blank minds with no sense of what's going to happen next. The past is disappearing along with personal patterns that defined us. My geek analogy is that we are reformatting the hard drive and upgrading the operating system. It's a tedious process, but in the end we start anew and all the gunk is gone. And, guess what? From the perspective of our new reality the gunk never existed. Ponder that.

 

One last mention: A clothing playshop is planned for Saturday, May 1st. Look for a separate email in a day or two with more information about the changes Michele has made to the playshop and further details about the event.

 

 

 

Fully defrosted,

 

Chris