METATRON: Instrument of Transformation

Messages From The Elohim and The Wizard

Transformation

I am asked to convey this message received from the Elohim Metatron on January 16th. Until a few days ago, I had had little or no contact from this messenger from the Central Sun for a number of years. In view of the rapidity with which the Ascension Process is currently unfolding on Gaia/Earth, this One feels that as many as possible should be made aware of the necessity for Haste in these Last Days. Change comes, and this is not the No Time to fall behind. I am publishing this in it’s entirety other than some slight editing of personal material.

Metatron: I greet you with effulgence and barely contained glee on this most memorable of days, It is as though I awaken from a long sleep in the Dimensions you inhabit, and I Am more than ready to live up to the appellation bestowed upon me by my beloved Merlin. Now, indeed, are we ready to send a storm of change hurtling about your physical Earth.

Awaken, Awaken — I call heartily to those sluggards whose Troth was pledged so readily in Ages when Light still abounded in the hidden places on Earth and fear had not begun to stalk these corridors of Creation.

It is Time. Long ago I promised to call these Legions together when the Time for my work and theirs to begin in earnest arrived, and I do not forget a promise. They think they have been jarred a bit by Merlin’s and the other Masters’ gentle prodding during the last few years– well, they’re about to be shaken until their still all too physical Teeth rattle about in their heads. Soon, I fear, Metatron shall gain the reputation of being none too gentle with laggards and procrastinators. Yes, I am addressing myself to the Chohans, the 144,000, the Qabalah… and yes, even to some of those who we have called the Teachers and are now reluctant to revive the memories of their true Selves.

How apt that my return should occur as Gaia moves into the Aquarian Age. We are ushering in the Dominion of the Great Goddess once more, and she demands Balance. She will settle for no less than the Re-Union of Masculine and Feminine sundered at the Beginning of Time. It will be the Age of the Transpersonal, of an Electronic Reality.

But I AM change and transformation, AM I not? The very fact of my Being demands It. An “Instrument of Transformation”… a Musical Instrument, I might add. The last vibrations of the Song I bring to a waiting Earth will not soon fade. It is a Song of great power and awesome motion, but it is a Song of uttermost Love also. Krishna has returned to Earth to rekindle God’s spark in the collective breast of Manu— I have come to restore the Electronic Intelligence to that selfsame Heart, to teach humanity the lost art of Creation.

First and foremost, we will teach that lesson through demonstration. I congratulate you, Lightworkers, for you have Turned the Wheel and triggered my Alarm Clock. You have been well prepared by the Merlin, by Babaji, Nowel, Elreth, St. Germain and others no less important to the task, but it was you who did the turning. I Am the White Elohim, embodiment of the Seven Combined Rays of coherent Light. Welcome to the Dawn of the Rainbow Era, for the rainbow is the symbol of that New Earth so anticipated by so many.

I call all of those who have committed themselves to the building and the stewardship of this more expanded frontier of Awareness to heed the call, to ready yourself for the most splendid adventure of your life

Merlin: Metatron will perhaps have more to say presently but I must put my two sense worth in. It is a great day, is it not? Just one of many eventful days to come. Get a firm hold on your hats, my friends. I do believe the next few months— indeed, all of these next three years or so—shall bring transformation speedily enough for all of you. The Merlin has said more than once that he finds himself nearly out of Breath these days, and it is Truth. Metatron has awakened though, and this one has enough Breath and to spare for the changes that come. A transforming Storm of unbelievably vast proportions is being Created even as we speak. Its repercussions will be felt by all on the planet Earth. This energy is no respecter of persons— wealthy and poor, powerful and humble— all will reel under the staggering assault to existing thoughtforms and belief structures the Council of Light is about to launch under Metatron’s sure guidance.

Look for more political and economic upheaval in the immediate future— not only abroad, but striking heavily at existent institutions in the United States. More of the Mighty will begin to totter in the next days, and more than one shall fall before the month is out. Scandals will abound before the fall elections, and the central government shall be further undermined by a surprising turn of events that is even now taking place. This spring will be especially lovely, but poignantly so because few will be able to extricate themselves from their troubles for long enough to notice. Only those who have put their trust in God and Truth and the Great Awakening will feel and appreciate the fresh burst of Creativity which Easter this year will usher in. For all others on Earth at this time, there will seem to be no place or position of safety any longer, no security economic or personal to be acquired, no haven from the Storm they see tearing apart the fabric of their old life. Tell them to use their devalued dollars to light the Beltane fires, for by May that ancient Pagan ceremony will bring them a larger return on their investment than any stock or bond– and tell them to remember that the land can’t be bought or sold, it belongs to the Great Spirit. You will find the trends in Real Estate to be  most interesting, especially in the period from about six months to a year from now.

While all of this may seem just so much more doom and gloom, it is not so. Many shall Awaken out of the nightmare of these travails, and many more shall begin to cast about for some alternative to their suffering. Most importantly, the trouble of these coming years shall prove the only glue necessary to make the great diversity of peoples and their various cultures on Earth into a Community. It is the greatest healing we could hope for them at this time, to see the long sundered groups of individuals on this planet melded into the singular Humankind. Yes, we are counting on adversity to bring out the best in them, to open their hearts and their eyes to one another and ultimately to Truth.

Well, I have said a mouthful in a few words today, and I believe that that is enough. I will save whatever rabbits I still have in my hat for another time, and perhaps Metatron will return to conclude our little session.

In Conclusion

Metatron: The Merlin does not speak as though he were out of Breath, but perhaps it is time for others to shoulder much of the load our beloved Wizard has carried for so long on his backward trek through Earth’s History. What is the use of having proteges unless the time comes for them to take up the responsibilities while the Teacher has a well earned vacation? This is not to say that Merlin will be any less available— only that he is likely to delegate many of his former offices to those who have been prepared for these tasks. While it is true that I shall become increasingly a part of the planetary Consciousness these next several months, it won’t be at the expense of your old friendships with Nowel and Elreth. They are still here of course, only more so than in the past. You shall find, happily I hope, that both have gained new dimensions of Being in their reunion within my Self.

Unless you have specific questions, I shall take my leave at this time. Blessings to All.

Transformation

 It’s All Coming Back To Me

Now!

It's All Coming Back to Me-- Now!

Part of me feels as though I should be apologizing for my long-ish absence from this Blog, but without making any excuses or apologies, I can honestly say that Life has swept over me like a Tidal Wave these past couple of months. A Tsunami of Realization, of Awareness and Memory, of something resembling a Continuity that I wasn’t aware of having lost for nearly two decades. Is That all?

You’ve got to admit, sounds like some Heavy Stuff, and indeed it has been. I have been in a daze of mystified amazement during which I repeatedly muttered or exclaimed “I’ve had Amnesia” like some exaggerating soap opera actor. Mostly to myself, mind you, and those few who have at least an inkling of what I’m talking about. I’m not exaggerating, though, and the depth and breadth of the Memory that had eluded me for all these years, is staggering.

And as it unfolds, it wasn’t only myself who underwent this Memory Wipe, but an entire group of people at various stages of Ascension Process and Awakening. It appears that it occurred to one extent or the other in the several score individuals that I/We worked with from 1988 to 1999― what I called the Pentam Pattern. I say We because three of our household of four are now aware of this occurring. The fourth, my daughter was relatively young at that juncture, so it is hard to really say, though she does seem to have regained memories, as have we all, the past few weeks.

Puzzle Pieces

If you’re wondering how this can be, I’m certain you’re not alone. While I had forgotten a great deal, I was sent into the New Millennium with a Mission to complete, a task that required me to maintain a thread of at least vague continuity, and connection to my Higher Self guidance. I was like a sleep walker I See now. I completed these tasks, served as an Empathic healer for twenty years, and kept my link to Spirit, with almost no clue of what I was missing. The years preceding this Break in our Reality, were spread over with a framework of remembering that mostly worked well as long as one didn’t look too close.

My son and I would joke about the fact that I seemed to have a rather large blank space during his early childhood. I thought he was being a dramatic kid at ten or eleven when he had to write a paper on his younger years, and he made me pull out the box of school memorabilia I’d saved because he couldn’t remember. For myself, I didn’t dwell, because the memories I did have were not very happy, and I was aware still of having done much clearing in pursuit of my Spiritual Path.

Did I wonder why my spiritual progress was so slow and never as much as I thought it should be? Vaguely, but it’s hard to miss what you don’t recall. A few months ago, I had the urge to bring out a box of old channeled material and notes I had hauled through numerous life changes and relocations. Never having much spare time, I didn’t get around to looking at much of it for awhile. However, as my connection to my Guidance, to Source, became stronger, particularly following the summer Solstice, I began to read through some of it. Most of it was from the late 80s and early 90s. So, though I was puzzled somewhat by the seeming depth of my understanding of many esoteric subjects, and the complexity of some of these concepts, I only thought how long ago it was and no wonder things had slipped my mind.

As I dug deeper though, it nagged at me more and more. I was, I knew, in the most Spiritually Awakened point of any past I still remembered. And something started to seem Missing― was wrong from any direction I looked at it. It all seemed to come to a head when I gave my Son, who was by this time going through an Awakening process of his own, a paper I had done on the Qaballah and another on the Sons of Belial many years ago. He returned them to me, scratching his head and asking if I was sure I’d written them.

Had I? It occurred to me that I didn’t remember writing them, and the concepts exceeded anything I could readily grasp at present. However, I was certain that the Qaballah paper was mine. The other… Maybe Larry, the children’s father and the man I had spent much of the last 30 years with. He was a Channel of the Ascended Masters when I met him. But no, this wasn’t his. He did however, have copies of work and research done by both of us through the 1990s, on Energy Patterns, Esoterica and the Ascended Master Heirarchy. Like me, he hadn’t thought about this material for years, and couldn’t remember the last time he’d read any of it.

Where Did It Go?

As one computer was replaced over the years by another, and the world moved from floppy disc, to cds, memory sticks and and tiny cards. I had moved often also, and I lost a good deal of the earlier work I’d done along the way. Larry is more technically minded of us anyway, so he had copied from one format to another along the way. He made me a copy of all these many files, and I began to read. Initially, I was wondering when we had stopped doing these fascinating things, and why? Then shock set in, as I read the Warrior’s Journal, My Notes From God and the Goddess, that I had kept almost daily from 1996 through the early months of the year 2000.

This happened shortly before the fall Equinox. My Son, who by this time admitted to having his first Teacher and guide in energy realms, and I had a job to do. My connection to Source was becoming stronger with each and every day, and suddenly it all came together. It was like a physical blow at first. The sudden realization that a decade or more of my life had just disappeared, and that my Awareness had been virtually asleep for most of the past twenty years was traumatic.

Who Are We?

Memory returns, or more accurately, Awareness. The day to day memories are neither important or significant, but the Drama of what we achieved as a group working in Heightened Awareness in Higher Dimensional Energy Realms during that dozen years―the arduous completion of training and initiation As Shamans and Seers―are.

We were called the Forerunners. Our group entered into physical incarnation between the 1940s and the 1980s. Our job was to prepare the Earth, her Grid and the Worlds associated with same for Ascension. We are lightworkers, pattern makers, healers and teachers, and Warriors of the unknown. Someone had to go first. We were and are the Pentam Pattern. Our purpose was to establish a pattern for the formation of a Fifth Dimensional World, then to heal the rift between the two extant Universes ones on Earth have experienced, the Binary, that of Duality and Polarity and the Fall into the Third (and briefly 2nd) Dimension―and the more stable but still far from perfect Trinary Universe, that of the Divine Masculine and Feminine, and their Binder, the Dreamer (Father, Mother and the Holy Ghost).

During those years, Lightworkers began to Awaken around the globe, but we were spread so very thin that the workload was more than some could shoulder. While there was light and joy, there was more of sadness, pain and seemingly endless suffering. Ascension process is still difficult (though growing ever easier as more join the Awakened), but it was tantamount to impossible in those days, and yet the impossible was what we were sent to accomplish. By 1999, we had went through five cycles, trying different configurations and ideas each time, but still fell short of the ideal, of the perfection of unfoldment that was desired. And we were exhausted. As I have said, some had already left the Path, unable to muster that internal resilience it required in spades. They were magnificent, and their service will not go unrewarded.

Those that remained in 1999 most likely would have willingly embarked on another cycle, but it was too much to ask. The Ascended Master whose charges we were and those of us who were responsible for the Pattern, decided that a rest was in order. We dispersed, and we forgot (some slower than others, but it happened to us all).

Timing

Why now! Because we slept through the time that two other generations were coming into their own. The great Awakening that started slowly in 2012 is gaining momentum. I can close my eyes and see the lights of new souls around the world joining in this miracle of enlightenment and uplifting. We, the Pentam Pattern are awakening, and finishing the preparation of that Fifth Dimensional World to greet these brave pioneers. I think perhaps my Granddaughter summed it up in a conversation recently. She said that this wake-up was happening Now because I had to wait for she and the others of her generation to grow up. It rang True.

This generation was raised on a technology that blurs the lines between fantasy and reality, between dream and dreamer. They grew up without the rigid belief systems that defined the generations before them. Magic is more than just an idle imagining to them, and they don’t struggle to choose between It and Reason. Breaking the barriers of perception is no more of a challenge than a good video game.

Memory returns with every passing day, but I barely have time to catch my breath. We have so much work to do yet, so many projects to complete from all those years ago that are becoming no-time to us Now. Some wake up more swiftly than others. As my son said earlier this evening, how can it be a difficult choice? Though he hadn’t been more than thirteen or so when we “forgot” completely, like me, he never lost that longing for something more. He told me it’s the difference between being a Zombie, going through the motions of life for these last dozen or more years, and truly being Alive.

The world has shape and color and magic again, and we are Blessed.

It's all coming back to me Now!

LongTime SunShine

Long Time Sunshine

Travel light, live light, spread the light, be the light.

-Yogi Bhajan

May the long time sun shine upon you, all love surround you, and the pure light within you, guide your way on. (Traditional Song to Seal and Close your Kundalini Yoga session)

Thirty Years Ago

Though this is not one of my official Personal History posts, I’ll give a wee bit of background here. In spring of 1989 after having lived in a veritable Spiritual Storm for months—clearing, balancing, receiving council from Ascended Masters, and surviving one of the most traumatic periods of my life— I experienced a complete Kundalini Awakening.

For several weeks I had endured episodes of energy movement that caused my navel point and diaphragm to convulse quite painfully. I was too overwhelmed to be afraid or nervous, and Merlin told me several times to relax and let it happen.

I was in fairly good physical condition at the time. I had worked for a couple of years as manager/operator of a Lawn Service owned by my father, then months as a route person filling vending machines and emptying them of their heavy loads of change. I’m not certain what it would have been like otherwise. As it was, my entire torso was sore to the touch.

Then came an evening when my partner and I were meditating, and I felt the fiery energy rocket up from the base of my spine, encountering blocks at both sacral and solar plexus chakras. The pain was excrutiating but soon over as the energy hurtled itself up and through. It felt as though my skull was being split in two.

And then I was free of my pain wracked form and in a place of Light. I felt waves of Love and Benevolence enfolding me, and experienced a Bliss I had never felt before, nor since. I wanted to stay more than I have ever wanted anything. I felt free. I felt as though I were where I belonged.

I don’t know how long I was there. Not long. In the physical world, I had collapsed and didn’t seem to be breathing. My partner, used to the ebbs and flows of energy work, didn’t panic but waited a short time to see what would occur.

There was a voice, or at least I was communicated to — told I had to go back. That it wasn’t my time to stay there. I can’t tell you how wrenching it was to open my eyes to the mundane world.

Aftermath

Morning Light

Only the world I returned to wasn’t mundane. For weeks afterward, I saw not just auras around people, but around everything, and the energy currents that swirled through creation. Sometimes the beauty of the world swelled my heart and filled me so full that I had a hard time working and functioning. I would stop my work van ( I worked the beach side route at that time) and stare out at sky and sea, drinking in the wonder of it all. And nature responded to me. Pods of dolphins would appear and dance in the ocean before my eyes, welcoming me into their realm.

My very presence helped to heal and awaken those I encountered, or terrified those who were not ready for whatever it was I was exuding. The grandmother of one of my friends got a Priest to come exorcise both granddaughter and her house. My presence had wrought such a change in my friend that her grandmother was sure she was possessed, and that I was demonic.

There was nothing in me that was not of Love and Light though. Even the stars at night scintillated with Life and visible Energy. The sky was literally a cathedral above my head. I knew things about life, about God and about those I encountered—so many things that I no longer know or can remember. All of these wonders faded with time, though I was left with a Consciousness and Awareness much richer than that I had previously.

I grieved the passing of these miraculous abilities at first, then remembered them though a bittersweet lens that left me longing for something I was no longer certain of.

Over the years, at times of stress, upheaval and change in my life, Kundalini has stirred. She would shake me up, get me headed in the right direction, then resume her long sleep. At my initial awakening I did not know until after, what was occuring. Then I knew so many things that I didn’t even think of it as remarkable. Strangely, it was not that long ago experience that brought me to Kundalini Yoga. Earlier this year, determined to quit procrastinating about exercise and health, I started doing Rodney Yee’s beginner yoga (he does a version of Iyengar Yoga) classes with a bit of Vinyasa and Hatha thrown in. One day, more from curiosity than anything else, I tuned in to a beginner Kundalini class with Guru Jagat…

The Past Four Months

I was hooked at that first class. It felt like coming home, like undertaking something so familiar I surely must have done it before. But I hadn’t, at least not in this life. Kundalini Yoga was and is not like anything I’ve done. However, some of the breaths and postures are reminiscent of things my own body has done spontaneously when Kundalini stirred.

I am also not implying that familiarity and attraction to the practice made it anything like easy. I am not young, and I was not in particularly good shape after just a few weeks of other Yoga. Though I breathed my way through a good deal of those early sessions, joining in when I could and resting until I could again, and was actually unable to do some of the more difficult postures and repetitions— I kept at it.

Truly, after the first session I felt better, more alive than in any time in recent memory. I hurt, and my poor muscles continued to complain mightily. But there was a rush, a feeling of enlivened energy and all around fitness that I relished. I happily told everyone I encountered those first weeks that I had rediscovered my Core, because I had most certainly lost track of it over the years. Now I was quite aware of it, not only because of the complaining muscles, but because of the significant progress I made in strength and endurance in a relatively short time.

Not every session left me feeling the endorphin rush of that first set, but there was steady increase, not just physically, but in my mental focus and discipline as well. It has been years since I was able to maintain a regimen of any sort of physical exercise. I would always tell myself that, well, I was too busy, had an appointment or some other Real World distraction, but I’d get back to it. And gradually, I just wouldn’t. Somehow, my yogic and meditative sessions have become my priority —a craving I don’t care to deny.

After a few short months, I am a different woman. I look forward to waking up in the morning, to donning yoga clothes and a white head-wrap, and sweating copiously for one to two hours. Once the energy gets moving in Kundalini, it doesn’t matter whether you’re moving a great deal or not. The heat is internal. You sweat from the inside out. And in the process, your endocrine system and glands come alive, your circulatory system oxygenates every cell in your body, your consciousness ramps up, and toxins flush from your body.

For myself, I welcome the Kundalini energy once more moving through my body, clearing out old emotional blockages and activating Chakras that haven’t functioned fully in years. I would be quite happy to experience another total Awakening as I did years ago, but I am patient these days, and I am content to accept the gifts that this magical yoga gives me every day.

I don’t think that Kundalini Yoga is for everyone, but I do feel that it only just beginning to come into it’s own, that it is an invaluable tool for many Seekers, and for others who just want to live a more expansive life. I will continue to pursue this path as long as I am allowed and able, and I’ll let you know how it goes.

Kundalini Yoga

The word yoga means Union. Ultimately, the aim of the practice is to bring the practitioner into a Union with the Divine. Nobody knows for sure how long Yoga, as a spiritual or physical practice, has been around. There are visual records that go back as far as 5000 years, but it is more likely that 10,000 years or longer is more accurate. It is certainly the oldest spiritual practice still existent on Earth.

Our yoga today is, in the majority of cases, far divorced from the original practice. Many people practice the physical manipulations with little heed or understanding of its spiritual roots. Ideally, at least in my view, it should be a melding of the physical and deep meditation. Perhaps that is why I was so drawn to Kundalii Yoga.

There are literally dozens of different styles, philosophies and types of yoga. In the case of Kundalini Yoga, the aim is to awaken the divine energy that resides at the base of the spine. It was traditionally symbolized by a coiled snake or serpent, for the way it uncoils and travels in a spiral fashion up the spinal column.

Originally , Kundalini Yoga was never taught to the masses . Treated as an advanced technique, the select students were required to go through a period of initiation before they were prepared to learn the deeper mysteries of the Kundalini masters. And perhaps Kundalini would have remained shrouded in mystery if not for the intervention of a man we call Yogi Bhajan.

Meditation

His original name was Harbhajan Singh Puri, born August 26, 1929, in an area of India that became Pakistan in 1948. The son of a medical doctor, he was well educated in exclusive private schools. At just eight years old, he began his yogic training with Sant Hazara Singh and was proclaimed a Master of Kundalini Yoga at the age of sixteen. He came to the west in 1968.

Upon observing the “hippie” generation and their quest for consciousness expansion, he saw the possibility of Kundalini offering a more satisfactory route than the use of mind-altering drugs. He decided (after a visionary experience) to break the ancient silence surrounding kundalini yoga and teach it to those who wished it. Thus began a slow-building revolution that I believe may just change the world. There is much more on the fascinating history of Yogi Bahajan and Kundalini Yoga on sites like YogiBhajan.org or 3HO.org (Healthy, Happy, Holy ).

*Personal Notes

In my view, Kundalini Yoga is not for everyone. But, for the serious Seeker who wishes to embrace a philosophy that holds the possibility of reconciliation with All-That-Is—for anyone who is sincere about the desire to clear and attune the subtle bodies as well as the physical — it is a most valuable Path. Not everyone who engages in Kundalini Yoga will experience a Kundalini Awakening, but it will certainly enhance your awareness and bring greater understanding and stamina.

I would advise that anyone who embarks upon this path be prepared (and educated — read) for the possibility of intense energy experiences. There are far reaching ramifications to the sudden Spiritual Awakening.

I will be glad to answer any questions about my own practice or Kundalini Yoga in general, that I am able.

Sat Nam

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Accountability—Time, Technology, Social Media and Magic

Living on the Cusp…Finding a Direction at the end of The Age of Reason

Accountability

We are All fated to live in interesting times, living up to the blessing or curse of the old, supposedly Chinese, adage that is blithely and often bandied about. Perhaps this is always the case. Whatever times we find ourselves in are likely, speaking in the language of probability, to be eventful and fraught with one sort of adventure or other— very often not of the welcome or expected variety. I think most will agree with me though, that these are turbulent times we are presently experiencing . How often have you heard ones state that their lives are too busy, too hectic or just too rushed to keep up with this, that or the other thing? Attempting to express just how overwhelmed we [all] are has become a Mantra for this current decade.

This is another in my series of excerpted and updated Posts from my old blog A Glitch In Time. This one was called simply  “Accountability” originally appearing in the Summer of 2014.)

Time Traveling and Unraveling

For years now, I have been busy and harried—and seldom timely with my Blog posts. Though I am still not regular with my writing and posting, The last few months have wrought a huge change in perspective and approach. I will come back to that.

To me at least, it seemed for a number of years that Time itself had come unraveled. By the time I caught my breath from one chaotic tangle of events, I’d already moved on, seemingly at the behest of some automatic pilot I was not aware of being equipped with. I kept Thinking that I have all this time, that I should be able to accomplish so much and organize my life, but seldom got far past the initial thought. My life was like my Blog. That went off in directions I could not have anticipated when I first began it, and so, it seemed, did I. Often, I struggled with the directions in life was pulling me, trying to push it back into saner and safer channels. My refusal to flow with life only caused me to endure more chaos though. I finally surrendered, and I will let this Blog (not the one I originally wrote this piece for) and my life be whatever it wants and needs to.

No Time Like the Present

Not only Time is flying these days. Whole societal paradigms are shifting with nary a notice. The acceleration of technological development is overwhelming. The fact that I can decide to launch an online shop, publish my photographs or writing, or dabble in any number of other creative or business avenues as easily as I can, is just another indication of how fast and far we have come, at least technologically speaking, these past few decades.

I think I can safely say, without doing the research, that the first world nations have made greater scientific and technological leaps in the last fifty years than in the preceding several hundred. It is a New Millennium indeed. It literally boggles the mind of anyone over the age of thirty or so to try and mentally assimilate the vast changes just within our own lifetimes. I have to wonder about cause and effect though. Are we so rushed, so overwhelmed in our lives by this onslaught of change, or has the tempo of the change come as a response to an Acceleration of Time itself?

Even though I can contemplate and pursue avenues not available to me even a decade ago, through the magic of the internet and the array of gadgets that keep all of this constantly at my fingertips, there is a price. It costs me Time, an increasingly precious and rare commodity, and forces me to fragment my attention to achieve my goals. To be a successful internet entrepreneur, you have to not only keep up with a technology and infrastructure that is evolving right before your eyes, but you have to be savvy enough to use Social Media and other (often newly emergent) tools to draw traffic your way.

I readily admit that there are things about the internet that I like— and just as many that I don’t. I am old enough that none of this really comes naturally to me. The learning curve can be steep for those of us not born and raised on the techno-teat. However, the lure is certainly there. My Dad (before he passed away) was a Texting aficionado, seldom was far from his iPhone, and spent several hours a day on email and the internet. It is not something I would have expected of him, yet it is a testament to the power that these devices hold over us as a culture.

Getting Social (or Being Social-ized)

Social Media is another example of this magnetic sway. First embraced as a cutting edge icebreaker by the young and tech-savvy, or as a networking tool by the scientific establishment,  it has grown into a gargantuan array of internet industries catering to any interest you can conceive of. I think that it was a shock when young people discovered that their parents, often initially tuning into these social networks to monitor their offspring, became as enamored of them and as involved, as their children. Now, young people hopscotch from one venue to the next, trying to keep a jump ahead of their internet hungry parents. And there is always somewhere new to go.

Getting back to the usage of Social Media as a business tool, I will say that it can be somewhat akin to being sucked into a Black Hole in many ways. While infinitely useful, the pitfalls are always there. You can easily be caught in the magnetic fields of many of these media before you even realize that it happens. No matter how efficiently you manage these things, they will still swallow up large chunks of your precious time. Before starting a Blog, the only social type sites I had accounts on were DeviantART and Pinterest. 

As I would quickly admit, I was a bit of a Pinterest addict for quite some time. For a couple of years, it was my unwind at the end of the day activity. I kept expecting to get bored with it, but it was a long time before my fascination with that gargantuan Idea Board started to wane. It has by now lost much of its former luster in the constellation of my leisure time activities. However, it wasn’t boredom but, at least in my mind, an overly Commercial turn the company took along the way that cooled my enthusiasm.

When my feed started varying little day in and day out, became swamped with advertisements for products rather than ideas and inspiration, and when Pinterest started telling me what I was looking for rather than letting me explore myself, I just lost most of my interest. I keep up my Pinterest account linked to my Etsy Shop and this blog, but these days I am either saving new content from the many blogs I follow, or searching for recipes. I seldom spend more than a few minutes a day on the site now.

Additionally, since launching my second website I spread out, so to speak. At one point I had accounts on Google+, PinterestFacebook, Instagram,  tumblr, and Amazine (now defunct).  Ostensibly, I started most of these accounts to publicize my blog. And truly, I seldom spent a great deal of time on any of them. I have long since dropped my account on DeviantART simply because I did not have time to maintain it. The Amazine venue was pretty and interesting, but never really caught hold in this country and I canceled my tumblr when it didn’t seem to serve any purpose in my particular niche. 

There was a time when I almost abandoned my Instagram account, but after getting some pointers from my granddaughter and beginning to utilize it more for my business, something clicked, and I am still a loyal fan. Taken as a whole, these things, along with all else that goes into blogging or opening a web store, take an enormous amount of time. And still, you have to attend to all the regular chores of life, and hopefully use some of that scant leisure time to unwind away from devices, internet and Social Media…

Tuning In or Dropping Out

Of course, another issue that sees a great deal of attention these days, is that with the openness of Social Media, blogs and so forth, there is a proliferation of negative, and often downright nasty feedback. The fact that people use these forums to bully, denigrate and sometimes harass other folks who have different viewpoints or ways of presenting themselves, sickens me. If you don’t have something kind, constructive or supportive to say— Go Away. No one is making you look at or read any of this particular content.

In my view, our most potent weapon against ideas that we disagree with or that disturb us, is to tune out. Boycott things you don’t like. If enough people feel the same, the impact will be huge. I just have a hard time understanding how some people, concealed by the anonymity of technology, can be so inconsiderate of their fellows. But then, maybe this is just a reflection of what is happening more frequently in social relations out in an ever more crowded world. Common courtesy and good manners are becoming rarer all the time. 

In that same vein, you can’t help but see the lack of Presence and Attention to each other and the world around us these days. I know that many people are posting pictures of what they are doing on their Social Media even as they are doing it. But I also know that I will never be one of those people. I like to screen my photos, get rid of the out of focus or boring ones , and I like to enjoy what I am doing. How many times of late do you find yourself in a social situation where half or more of the participants have their mobile phones in their hands, either texting, browsing the web, or updating social media instead of genuinely engaging with those around them? In my experience it happens very often, and I have even found myself pulled into this same activity at times. Social Media is no replacement for true society or for having basic social skills. Even as the whole world rolls out before us through our technology, we are isolating ourselves in ways that just might prove not only unhealthy, but dangerous, ultimately.

Beach Day

There is a good chance however, that the isolation we are undergoing as a result of our burgeoning technological abilities, is part of some grand plan—a gateway into levels of consciousness that will open up new frontiers of human development. We are a lost people, looking for pearls in the dust of a decaying cultural milieu. So many of us have forgotten how to truly connect, or become jaded or suspicious from past experience. We know that the world around us is changing, that a way of life is passing. But we do not yet know where we are going, so we immerse ourselves in the barrage of artificial entertainments that too often pass for life.

There are hopeful signs as well as apocalyptic ones. Magic is again becoming a widely accepted possibility in this world. The Age of Reason is crumbling beneath the onslaught of imagery, information and technical wizardry that has become our contemporary norm. Albeit much of the imagery is altered and enhanced. The information, crushing in its sheer amount, is just as likely to be misinformation or outright deception as anything resembling truth or illumination. However, if this abundance flows forth via the magic of one or more of our many technical gadgets, than a certain credibility is lent, a shine that is acquired just by association with the divine oracle of the Internet.

Again, I would say that I believe we are a people on the Edge of an Abyss. Great change is occurring in the way we apprehend the world around us. Our perceptions are being shown through a new glass, and we are yet to understand just what it means. A choice, I think. We are a folk at the Crossroads, and we have only to choose a direction, or to let go and let Spirit select it for us. That is a Choice, too. I hope I have provided a little food for thought today.

As For Me

For myself, I may not have slowed down considerably over the past year or so, but I have gradually, slowly, drastically changed my direction in that time. No more rushing mindlessly—attempting frantically to keep to a self imposed schedule that I have failed at so miserably. It started with 10 minutes of mindfullness or exercise a day. It grew over the past few months to two hours of yoga and meditation a day, sometimes more.

I have tuned back into my inner guidance. It becomes clearer every day as I release the old patterns and forms I’ve lived by. I’ve found Peace again, at least much of the time, made stress a passing hiccough, and just let go. This does not happen without conscious reinforcement, without the occasional backsliding, but it is a journey I relish. I can say, for the first time in many years, I am happy on the whole, and I am content. Life will always bring fresh challenges, but this is the Now, and this is where I choose to live.

Sat Nam! Many Blessings and a wonderful Summer…