November 2009

I feel almost as though we have turned the corner, that we are in a new world now. I can’t quite put my finger on it, just a feeling that we are slipping seamlessly into a new weaving of ourselves.

One way to describe it is an awareness of being both engaged and detached at the same time, aware of breathing deeper, and floating slightly above the constant stream of engaging events. That’s it; we are all lighter, a little higher, shining a little brighter.

It is like an end to separation. It’s like the moment when the 100^th monkey used a tool to open the clam, and all the monkeys understood. It is a brand new feeling of knowing we just clicked over into understanding that we are a light, en mass. It feels new out here in the world. As though with each step we are walking on to a blank canvas and we light the landscape.

For example a few nights ago I was visited by a local farmer with a good mind for machines, came by to check out our ailing tea bagging machine. We got talking, and two things came up quickly, that he had married the gal on the farm next door and their love kept him smiling still, and that he had a bad bug bite.

He ended up in the hospital and I asked if he was open to taking a homeopathic remedy. To my delight his best friend, who had called from the hospital, asked me which remedy and which potency, so that she could write it down and put it in his pocket, because that would work too. Suddenly I was linked to all these other local people on my country road, all raised on farms here, and each of them already living in the new world.

There are certainly folks here that cling to a more orthodox view of ‘how to be in the world’. My visitor that night had a full and open heart and that is how the connection was made and then wove all of us together. The obvious differences between us were irrelevant because we moved in love. That same night there was a huge meeting in the library here, because the township office had put a man onto the library board who thought any novel with a female heroine was ‘feminist’, and that there were too many of them. The township rallied and, although they could not force him to step down legally, they let him know that he did not actually represent the people who lived here. He had been taught to fear the outside world, and instead he was being shown that the new world is in fact a community that embraces each other’s truths. It was a beautiful public metaphor. He represented the old 3 dimensional world of fear-based separation from others, and that world is crumbling away, as we come together to express our truth.

I most profoundly felt the change when I gathered with a few very dear friends. It began with two of us wanting to make wall shrines together. So we gathered up the art supplies and soon six of us found ourselves completely engrossed in creating together. The children had to fend for themselves as the adults collected pinecones for altar roofs, glue-gunned fabric and shells and bowls of incense onto their triptychs. We have been friends for a long time, but we had never dedicated ourselves like this, that I remember. We looked profoundly different. We were all lighter, a little higher, shining a little brighter. We had taken the time to really get creative together. Already we are planning our next new world art-attack.

And we have been coming together all over the world.

We came together, 175 million of us, to say we must make poverty history. We gathered in record numbers October 24^th to make the climate the first issue of business at the G8. We are saving elephants and saving marshlands. We are the neo-indigenous rainbow tribe foreseen long, long ago by the Hopi visionaries; teachers, storytellers, healers, artists and farmers, coming together to light the canvas of this new world.