We’re coming to the end of something that can’t only be named as the end of a year. It closes a nine-year-old, yes, but also a thirteen-year cycle since 2012. A spiral of eighty-one years since the kundalini energy began mobilizing toward America is closing. It closes a great night thirteen thousand years since Noah left his sacred seed in Ethiopia. And, deeper, a twenty-six thousand years of experience, learning, and falling completes.
That’s why it’s not strange that what many of us feel right now is neither euphoria, nor enthusiasm, nor the need to celebrate.
What emerges from within is a deep emptiness…
An inner silence difficult to explain; a clear feeling of being in front of a threshold that is not crossed by running, or toasting, or repeating the same gestures as always.
This doesn’t seem to be a time to ask for more, nor to make lists, nor to repeat rituals that we have already performed for millennia.
It is not an instant to distract us with noise, in a hurry, with fireworks that try to cover up what the soul already knows and feels deep.
The pulse of this lockdown is something else.
Call for a break. Call for a deep breath.
Ask for honesty and ask for silence.
But that emptiness that is uncomfortable is not absence: it is space…. It’s the space needed for something truly new to emerge.
However, nothing new is born in the midst of constant noise, of the obligation to be well, of the demand to appear joy when the heart is in recovery.
The new cannot be born in the same speeches and narratives, in the same thoughts that become, over and over again, in the same compulsive actions and absence of essence.
Maybe that’s why uncertainty appears, which we often try to cover up with forced smiles, with parties, with gifts, with automatically-made traditions.
Not because they’re bad, but because they don’t reach this evolutionary point.
This lockdown invites us to something else…
Bout to go inside.
To go down to the heart.
Letting go of what has been lived, learned and repeated for ages.
To allow us not to know.
Don’t fill the void, but occupy it…
Because only from the deep silence can you hear the new frequency that is being mannered.
It is therefore my most genuine desire for each of you, in this present that is the only truth, is that this end should not be an act, but a breath; that it should not be an outward celebration, but an inward gathering.
Let it not be a repetition, but a conscious surrender to what is to be born.
I wish you the ability to enter into a deep state of inner silence, because that is where the new can truly be born, that which we have never manifested before and that is seeking the coherent hearts that give themselves to the process to then manifest.
Because it is there, in that inhabited silence, where the new can recognize us.
Not as a promise, but as truth incarnate for the first time.
