Yes, Virginia. There is an Event Horizon.
I often wake up (either from sleep or other states) with music going through my head. Sometimes it’s stuff leaking out from the heads of others, or set off by a subconscious association, or just hearing a stupid jingle on tv or the radio, or a message of some sort from the Risen and other non-embodied. Or combinations of all that. Or I’m actually hearing music because my clock radio went off.
This morning it was “Christmas Don’t Be Late” by Alvin & The Chipmunks. This was partially due to the fact that probably my neighbour K.M had been playing the recently acquired “Very Merry Chipmunk” CD over Christmas, to satisfy a yearning for the simpler, gentler days of childhood. Of course, now that K.M. is older and a savvier consumer, a little research revealed that real chipmunks were not the actual artists, but merely a human performer’s voice speeded up. K.M. was devastated. What really threw K.M. for a loop is the discovery that there was only one performer, who sang all the parts. Is there no end to the trauma of Christmas?
But my Celtic sensibilities have also noticed that Christmas actually is late. Everyone has been commenting on how too quickly Christmas came this year. Well, they’re right. Actually, it’s arriving now. It feels like Christmas to me, smells like it, and also I feel like getting presents.
Certain Celtic peoples experienced with deep intimacy the unpredictability of the changing seasons, and so not only had thirteen months, but allowed for the differences by letting some months be longer, shorter, early, or late, or maybe not at all, as the elements around informed their inner and outer senses. This ambiguity made for an expanded world view, which gave their imaginal senses more room to move and grow. When time speeded up, or slowed down, or stopped—their sense of time stayed with it, and psychospiritual balance reigned. Hence these folks could sense things and feelings, as reflected in their arts, which would now evade most modern people.
The strange thing known as “time” is speeding up around us, and has been—most noticeably since 9/11—although many of us are still trying to carry on our lives as if it’s the same; as if Christmas must happen exactly 365 days apart; as if relationships that have reached their limit or have burned out must still continue; as if nothing ever changes. This duality creates confusion, fear and unrest (including sleep patterns,) affecting our decision-making abilities around when to respond and when to react.
We are being carried along more and more swiftly, spiraling on the cosmic currents toward what the late ("but don't call me early") shaman and ethnopharmacologist Terence McKenna called “Timewave Zero” or The Event Horizon. Those who know through their intuition and other spiritual methods of non-terrestrial contact are quietly gathering their inner baggage, preparing for the biggest trip humankind has known in a very long time.
Terence is not a Diakka, by the way. See his Thoughts On Death ("death is the black hole of biology.")
The Risen may have something to say about The Event Horizon, and when they do, you'll see it here first.