The Shift Is On
The year is 2021. Pandemic or no pandemic, it feels like all of humanity has been tossed into a dumpster with its pile of things and bullshit and was lit on fire.
From Biblical prophecies to Indigenous prophecies to writings on walls, we have been warned that this shift in consciousness would one day rain down. It’s here … the shift is on … but what does that mean? Am I going to die in the dumpster? Is this the end? … or is this the beginning?
As I dig deep in my own head to explain what I have been through, it’s key to remember that one's own spiritual journey will be a path laid out just for you. There is a spiritual superhighway and we are all struggling to find our way through the various traffic jams, the apocalyptic weather events, and finding time to refuel when needed. It’s your journey … it’s your ride. Who you pick up along the way is all part of the master plan. You will know who to throw out of the bus, who can get you water at rest stops, and which hitchhikers you can pick up just by looking in their eyes. You’ll learn how to read people before they even speak … but it’s not with judgment. Judgment no longer serves us.
It’s how you read the signs and signals that determine if you stay on course. Most of the time you will be driving blind … you will need all of your senses to not crash, and that includes senses you never knew existed.
I have never been a “religious” person. My entire life has been a free-roaming adventure. I find it fascinating that both my Mother and Father came from extremely different, yet both off-the-charts strict religious backgrounds.
My Father came from a Hindu practicing family that believed in thousands of Gods, that cows and all living animals are sacred and that food is medicine. There are so many layers to Hinduism that I can’t even begin to wrap my head around it. My Grandfather was so intrigued with the spiritual world he became a Ph.D. in Archology and studied Sanskrit. He was constantly in prayer. I never connected much with my Indian grandparents. We made a few trips to India and they would come Stateside every few summers, but it was a very surfacy relationship. I was young … I just remember the prayers, their stories, their desire to reorganize our spice cabinet, and their desire for American peanut butter. Bizzare yes … but interesting.
I feel like I’m getting to know them as I age. I feel like they are guiding me …
…same goes for my Grandmother on my Mother’s side.
My other Grandmother came from an Irish Catholic background. Taught and paddled by Nuns. She played a huge part in my life. From teaching me how to drive her VW Rabbit when I was 14, to teaching me how to ride a bike, to tennis, to baseball, to using my imagination. She was the ultimate rebel tomboy. I miss her terribly … but she too is guiding me. Faith was always her weapon … it was the unconditional love and sacrifice she made for me that showed just how deep she was spiritually. Only learned that after looking back.
Both my Mom and Dad rebelled against religion. And I don’t blame them.
…and here I am. Sitting here … as a GenX’er watching the world constantly falling into a never-ending shit storm free-fall. Do I stock up on gas? Do I need to hoard Chick-Fil-A sauce? Do I storm Walmart for adult diapers and ammo?
What’s the move? Is Jesus coming to help me flip tables and golf carts?
I live in the fastest decaying part of the country, Florida. I have been here for 22 years and what I have witnessed is unbelievable. This state attracts the money grabbers. People only looking for profit and “lifestyle,” and they will do and acquire it at any cost. They will even jeopardize their own children's future of living here. This place is appalling. It wasn’t always like this … the madness is only escalating. People are running here to die and they are bringing all of their garbage with them.
…at some point, everyone needs to turn their rage, their frustration, their pain, and turn inward. Yelling, screaming, and trying to wake the dead only gets you so far. Everything changes when you turn inward.
“Be the change.” … “ Be the example.” Oh, Sweet Jesus … ok.
…but it’s true.
Divine Timing … one of the highway signs.
Climate change? Environmental apocalypse? Overpopulated planet? What the hell is happening?
I believe we are connected to this sacred rock in ways we are only just beginning to understand. Did the ancients know more about connection, about the real grid of life … did they know how to read energy?
The poles have shifted. We live on a living organism and we are shitting all over her face. What did we think would happen? She is trying to shake us …
The Ultimate Mother and the Ultimate Father … the ultimate Son. … my core beliefs.
We are being rocked to our core. We are all waking up and realizing that our soil is toxic, our water is failing, our air is a constant polluted haze and extinction is happening all around us.
The Shift.
Technology has brought our minds to a tipping point. We are now controlled like consumption bots. Every commercial should make you laugh … even headlines should make you question the intent. The vale has been lifted. The truth is in front of all of us. It’s just a matter of how deep you’re willing to go. The key is to not step on the mines that trigger the rabid herd. Walk softly … walk quietly … engage the people you love. Or if you’re me, continue to try and wake the dead. Throw the kitchen sink at the Great Awakening porthole … even the toilet. Let it all fly.
A polluted planet and a toxic future is something we all understand. A clean planet is something we all strive for. That’s stage 1 of recognizing the shift is upon us. Our thirst for things is only fueling this downward death spiral.
Solutions …
When you turn within and seek guidance you are shown solutions.
From growing and caring for plants to feeding birds to being still … the natural world is calling out to us. Ever wonder why every game-changer spiritual leader went deep into nature to pray? They didn’t head into their local Starbucks to enjoy a venti designer beverage and talk loudly with their friends about epiphanies they had over the weekend while dining on sushi.
The shift wants us to snap our heads around and look at our past. The DEEP past. The instructions that were written on the walls. The past that had us look to the stars for guidance. What did they have that we don’t? Why were they so connected?
A: Silence and darkness.
What we are going through fails in comparison with past plagues, wars, and genocide. We are deep into spiritual warfare. The machines want us arguing. The algorithms want us to consume. They want us moving about like cattle, grazing, and destroying. They don’t want us thinking.
I find it fascinating that one set of grandparents who looked at food as medicine both lived with healthy minds and lived to be well over 100 and the other side who consumed American trash was brought to her knees with Alzheimer's. I think it’s time to be a soul rebel and push back against all the lies of society. Especially the Corp American mind control. The manipulation is deep … it’s time to rise. It’s time to go back.
Spirituality is a personal thing. You can read all you want, but it comes down to how you live. It comes down to the example you set. We don’t need labels … that’s gotten us to this point.
This is a nondenominational entry into your mind that asks you to look within. Break your chains … let go of what’s not serving you. Untether from the constraints holding you back from self-exploration. That same spirit is inside each of us. It’s the ultimate gift … use it…. find it … talk about it … share it.
The shift wants us to go from consuming things to giving of ourselves.
It’s only going to get more weird from this point on. It’s all been written. Your path has already been laid out for you. It’s just a matter of how bad do you want to stay on it …
Don’t hold back. Mash the pedal and goes balls to the wall …
…speaking of balls, the shift wants us to lift women up. Let them drive for a bit … it’s ok to scream if they don’t use their blinkers or break late … just sit back and take it all in. You may want to roll the window down. You’ll hear her tell you to calm down. She’s in control.
…that conversation is for another time.