Two thing I’ve been able to observe clearly in life are the laws that govern cycles and compensation. When one thing dies another is born and so on. We know through these laws of physics that energy never actually stops moving, it simply transforms and morphs into something new.
I’ve been meaning to write this story for about two weeks now. I’m a little behind on homework, but let’s face it, we’re all catching up these days with something or another on a deep personal level.
At first it was simply a feeling in my body. Then after a week or so the actual words manifested into my mind’s eye. What does a changing of guard feel like? I invite you to think back to August 1st, 2022 when you were being pushed towards your destiny by the unseen celestial forces within the universe.
It felt like we came to the edge of something massive. For some it was felt more dramatically than others but either way we all felt it. It was more than a deeper understanding that culminates at the end of an epic hero’s journey. A journey we embarked on many many moons ago, it was a complete revelation about how the strings that held that story together were inter-woven.
A feeling of something new wrapped in cosmic mystery undressed us through the ensuing weeks. Have we possibly come to the end of a great cosmic chapter, simultaneously yet still divided? Our individual stories cascading into a larger tapestry of great unraveling, bringing us towards what is still to be made known.
In many ways we are fresh again, babies reborn. The Queen’s death a potent symbol of this finality and transformation of energy. Less spoken of but of greater importance is the mammoth elephant squeezed into a tiny room at the back of our subconscious minds. Closed tight by a door labeled, ‘Obituaries 2020-2022’.
It has been too heart breaking for most to acknowledge the catastrophic symphony of death out loud. Shrouded by deeper inner knowing it is. The gigantic rising tide of what yet still needs to be catalyzed into waking awareness.
People carrying on talking and posting about the most superficial aspects of their lives emphasizes this giant elephant still growing and growing, bigger each day. It appears to be an overstretch of denial preparing to erupt into the most spectacular fireworks of cognitive dissonance we’ve seen yet.
Can it get any more real? It appears as though it shall, it will, it must. There is no escaping the collective weaving of our tapestry. Despite everything appearing to be so neatly knit together, the pulling out of so many threads all at once has inevitably started unravelling the whole damned thing.
The tapestry of a story we’ve collectively woven, yes. Many still not consciously aware of this, despite it all, creations eventually come face to face with their creators.
——————- Unwoven
One by one each string shall be pulled,
out of the old tapestry the new shall unfold
One by one each corner shall be re-weaved,
double stitched, double knotted while drinking the mead
Power from the dead,
a new pattern be born
For the loss, for the pain,
forgiveness and shame
And the new tapestry shall grow from both Wolf and from Lion
Wool from the fodder of conspicuous denial
Forgot not, nor their souls, nor their undrawn swords
No, no, not in vain
All for the mend
I’ve seen it come and to pass
through the unwavering light flickering past
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- Cover Art- “Mammoth” by Jordan Soler