LED-volution

The light emitting diode (LED) was invented decades ago, but it is the 21st century that is now gobbling up this technology en masse. Everywhere we look, flashlights, cell phones, the tiny light on your computer’s battery plug, even clothes and accessories are sporting these tiny gas-burning bulbs of wire and epoxy. And with good reason: LED are extremely energy efficient and since they do not use heavy metals or other contaminants, they produce very little waste at the end of their long life cycles. A standard, white LED runs on about 3.2V of electricity (20mA consuming 0.064Watts), 95% of which is channeled into light with only about 5% lost as heat, and produces on average 30,000 hours of light. Part of its efficiency is that electrical current only travels in one direction through the tiny semiconductor, positive to negative, and of the two metal terminals that protrude from the bulb, the longer one is always positive. Working with LED makes the physics of electrical circuitry very easy, plus with low voltage there is no threat of shock or burns. Of course the light produced by LED is very concentrated, but there are myriad ways to diffuse their light using simple household materials or even by recycling trash. Water is a great way to diffuse light and just one white LED placed inside the cap of a 2-liter bottle of water can create soft ambient lighting for a patio, a garden path, or an isolated dry toilet. And the water in the bottle can be dyed any color to create different moods or atmospheres.

Here in Los Brujos we are fast trading-in our expensive candle dependency for the luminescence of LED. We have experimented with two systems of battery: the 12V deep cycle charged by our solar panels and a 5V cell phone battery. Since LED are sensitive to higher voltage, which will drastically cut their lifespan or just burn them out, it is best to design your circuits with less voltage per LED than more (reminder: their maximum voltage is 3.2V on average). Here’s where you have to remember back to physics class: in series the voltage per LED adds up, in parallel the voltage remains constant. What that means is to use 12V energy for my 3.2V LED’s, I connect 4 LED’s in series (energy flowing from one to the other, positive to negative) which gets my system as close to 12V as possible without going over voltage per LED. For the 5V cell battery, we connected 2 LED’s in series. All other LED connections to our systems are placed in parallel (complete circuits of LED’s in series of 4 for 12V and of 2 for 5V connected back to the battery source). So far we have not found a limit for how many series can be placed in parallel, but transitioning from candles to electrical light, our lighting needs are probably far less ambitious than the average household. In the puppeteers’ illuminated house, they are running at least 6 series of 2 LED in parallel to their 5V cell phone battery without impunity. I only have 2 series of 4 LED in parallel in my house (the kitchen and altar), but it is mostly on account of not making the time to run more wire and my easy pace of transitioning myself to this new technology.

After nearly 5 years of life among candles there is something romantic that one loses by replacing the daily presence of flame with electrical light. But candles are extremely expensive and their light, though soft and inspiring, is typically petroleum-based. It has been a process of wonder to come home and literally click-on the lights, the kitchen counter and stove spot-lit by inversed metal cans punctuated with LED, the altar a-glow from bottles of Kikkoman and mineral water with LED’s inside. The puppeteers placed LED’s between old compact discs, giving their mud-house the look of what I imagine the Ewok village might have transitioned to after the rebel forces arrived to the Endor moon with all their laser technology. I suppose we invent and imagine our own romance to replace that which we set-aside in our personal evolutions. Fire will always remain a sacred element to Los Brujos life, heating our houses, cooking our food, creating a space for reflection in ritual, but it will no longer be placed on precarious stands besides flammable curtains asking to be forgotten, leaping up the walls, devouring precious things in its wake. Here we now celebrate the LED-volution as we continue exploring technologies and designs that fit our scale of life and literally keep illuminating the creative process.

All my knowledge on LED was supplied by Fernando Becerra who gave an interesting talk at a reunion of Permaculturists from Latin America (Encuentro PermaSur) at El Manzano in November 2011. Please visit his website http://www.lapuertadelsol.com for more information on LED or if you live in Chile and would like a professional consultant to design and install an LED-lighting system for your house.

Swarm Season

Honey bees have a funny way of giving thanks for abundance. In the warm sunny mornings of mid-to-late Spring with the Queen bee laying thousands upon thousands of eggs, the hives near to bursting with hard-working activity, the collective bee-mind dedicates special care to the creation of Princess bees, future queens who will usurp their mother queen. When these young queens hatch, the existing Queen calls together her favored minions and they leave the hive en masse, called a swarm, which usually collects in a great ball of bees on the branch or trunk of a nearby tree planning out their future in the winds of fate. Meanwhile, the newly hatched Princess-now-Queen awakens to a fully intact and functioning hive complete with thousands of workers and plenty of space. This is the honey bee’s reproductive cycle and it tends to happen every year. Trouble for the beekeeper is that the seasoned and reliable Queen that gave you all of last year’s honey harvest is now sitting in a ball in some tree and she will have to be physically caught in a new hive box if you want to harvest honey from her again this year and keep expanding you apiary. And so the adrenaline rushes in drop-everything-fashion from the first humming vibration spiraling loudly into the sky of a swarm breaking away from their hive, carefully watching where they collect, pulling on bee-suits and gathering materials for a new hive and the tools to cut branches and scale trees. There is enormous investment and energy in keeping bees cycling within their natural habits, but it is good group work with the tremendous reward of future honey harvests, living the luxury of enjoying backyard honey all year.

This year we began swarming season with five healthy and strong hives which so far in the past two weeks have swarmed nine times! A lot of factors have led to this disproportionate frenzy of bee reproduction, not the least of which has been the unseasonably dry and warm weather; over a month of little to no rain in one of the typically wettest areas on the planet, a temperate rainforest in Spring, is no small matter. But the largest factor is our change in beekeeping methods this year. For the past two years we have been keeping our bees under the guidance of natural beekeeping: no non-organic chemicals and general respect for natural bee cycles of behavior. This year we decided to go even further towards what is known as permaculture beekeeping which is even less invasive of bee space and bee autonomy. We still provide housing for our bees, but no longer conduct frequent examinations, such as traditional inspections to root-out and destroy future queen cells as a method to prevent swarming. So we have been getting used to the buzzing vibrations of swarms in a flood of new queens, more than doubling our apiary in a stumbling explosion of bee box towers arranged along the earth’s natural magnetic lines in our forest hollow.

According to permaculture bee-keeping theory, honey bees are naturally drawn to form hives at the intersections of earth’s magnetic lines, a global grid that crosses every few meters in all directions. We doused our hillside for these points using two copper wires and have been housing all captured swarms on these points. As the theory goes, lightning is also drawn to these points of intersection, increasing the propensity for large trees at these points to become burned-out snags with hollow centers: perfect, natural honey bee homes prior to the invention of Langstrom boxes. Also, burned wood is naturally water resistant so we have forgone painting our new swarm boxes and instead have been blazing them black with flame. This has not been positive in maintaining our bee suits a gleaming white, but such are the sacrifices of trying new theories. So now our apiary is an eclectic mix of new and old materials, hybridizing our existing hives toward these new methods, starting all captured swarms in blackened towers and hoping they will stay.

In these modern times, generations of traditional bee-keeping methods have turned progressively toward the increased use of chemicals and the mechanical treatment of honeybees. In combination with the increased use of chemicals in traditional agriculture where honey bees pollinate, modern methods are resulting in alarming rates of hive collapse and a growing list of parasitic hive infections that decades ago did not exist. Faced with such realities, the investment and risk of trying a natural, permaculture method of bee-keeping is minimal in an attempt to raise hives whose natural defenses will be amplified by living a less stressful existence more aligned with their natural habits. Honey bees have been pollinating and producing honey for millions of years, long before humans ever got involved. Our relationship with honey bees will determine how long they continue to tolerate our sharing of their delicious labors. So this season we are welcoming our swarms, just hoping they choose branches closer to the ground.

Wholeness

My freedom dwells in a forest with my hands set to work, my mind solving puzzles, my heart accepting gifts in every season. My truth is a love unnamed and powerful, a chosen family that I protect and am protected by. My fear and my sadness have no shelter here, yet still they knock at the door of my heart, slip between the cracks carved long ago because I live between worlds, each insisting the other to be only a dream. My struggle is to rectify my belonging, to accept my happiness in where and in who I am, to allow my creative expression to flow unhindered, uncensored, unquestioned. My goal is to inspire an evolution in consciousness. My hope is that others may do the same. My life is a series of cycles spiraling before me and behind, and keeping my balance among the waves requires discipline and patience. My guidance comes from Nature and my faith resides in the Universe, where there are no mistakes, only different paths. My journey is centered by art and love and laughter, warm meals shared with my companions for I do not travel alone. My only wish is acceptance from without and from within: to know myself completely and to love all that I find. My peace is found in sleep and in quiet contemplation where I know myself to be more than this body, more that a singular illusion spreading over the immensity of existence.

My freedom, my truth, my struggles, my life burning away shame and possession in the warm rays of sunlight, cooling my anger in the touch of rainwater, cradling my vulnerability in the darkness of night where the glow of candles, of the moon and the stars call forth a higher imagination of what is possible and what is necessary, allowing healing and new beginnings to arise. There are no other mandates, no secret tricks to uncover, and no one else who can take your place. Embrace your responsibility to your own discovery and enjoy the adventure completely.

Trafkintu

Trafkintu is the Mapuche word for a seed exchange, a gathering in which participants exchange vegetable, herbal, and floral seeds and the knowledge of how to care for the plants. This year on September 10 we in Los Brujos participated in Valdivia’s Trafkintu held in the school of Architecture on the UACh campus. We exchanged a collection of our kale seeds and a few olivillo, manio, and cherry tree saplings from our forest for 33 different varieties of seeds from local and regional growers: lettuce, squash, pepper, tomato, bean, pea, spinach, cucumber, and various flowers… all that’s necessary to start a diverse family vegetable garden! The experience was an overwhelming abundance of gardening and food-growing enthusiasm crossing generational and cultural barriers, all voluntarily organized with smiling faces and no involvement of money. Steaming ceramic bowls of seafood broth and trays of fry bread were freely given to participants staying through lunch; names and networks also exchanged and expanding in the sharing of a communal meal. Across the river on Valdivia’s costanera, perfectly framed by the Architecture building’s tall glass windows, the Chilean military assembled demonstration tents and exercises in full camo-gear, a stark, ironic contrast to the energy of the Trafkintu where little old ladies declared with beaming faces, their hands lined by a lifetime of connection to the earth, their precious collection of heirloom seeds wrapped in colorful cloth: how nice it is to see so many young people returning to the land and the growing of gardens. And none too soon.

Declining diversity in seed variations is a worldwide concern and seed exchanges are desperately needed in many parts of the world to literally keep seeds and their genetic memory alive on earth. This year’s Trafkintu carried the added urgency of a recent change in Chilean law regarding commercial seed distribution and trade agreements with the U.S. which render illegal the selling of non-certified seeds and have opened Chilean borders and farmlands to the international markets of patented, engineered seeds distributed by corporate giants like Monsanto. What the agreements between Presidents and their corporations translates to here is an increased police presence among our late-Winter farmers’ markets, checking that all seeds sold have patents and professional packaging, i.e. no heirlooms or bundles of seeds saved from last year’s harvest no matter how well they may grow, adapted for generations in the local climate and land. Finding seeds from here this season had been a frustrating hunt among farmers’ stalls, hoping to gain the trust to buy a few local carrot seeds hidden out of view; the Mapuche women of Temuco’s farmers’ market literally squatting at the fringes on the sidewalk with their seeds splayed on cloth, able to quickly pull everything out of sight should the police wander too close. Roadside billboards blaze along the highway touting the wonders of pesticides and trans-genetic seeds, guaranteeing production and security, promoting faith in corporate technology like a never-ending evangelic sermon for mass-production. In the shadow of this political and corporate pressure to homogenize Chilean food-production, the Trafkintu came together in Valdivia as a practical rebellion, a chaotic stock exchange of seeds and knowledge changing hands, a loophole in the system’s power to control transactions between human-scale growers and those willing to learn and wanting to maintain seed-lines for future generations.

After the Trafkintu we hurried home with our 33 bundles of seed treasure, having a few days to still plant with the Moon waxing full to guide upward leaf growth and then returning to plant root-oriented seeds like garlic and potatoes once the Moon slipped past full into its waning cycle a few days later. Now after a couple of weeks as we official enter Spring, our seed boxes are germinating with the first leaves of brassicas and varieties of lettuce and peppers. Every day new leaves sprout to the surface, each receiving our thanks and bearing the promise to allow these plants their ful cycle, the careful protection of their future seeds to bring with us to next year’s Trafkintu.

Bicycle Laundry Machine of Los Brujos

This is a testament to the internet; the digital ability for humans separated by immense geographical distances to communicate and share ideas in simple image, text and video, completely anonymously or through fractal links of social kinships, on any topic or subject-matter imaginable. Last month I was pondering over the idea of bicycle-machines, this month I am pedaling one on my own porch to wash clothes. Curiousity leading to digital communion, inspiration and action following close behine in willful experimentation, Antonia our in-house engineer worked in town with a welder, an electrician, and a bike enthusiast realizing a simple design specific to an old, front-load laundry machine she acquired from a repair shop. Expanding upon the images downloaded from YouTube, the bicycle-laundry-machine of Los Brujos additionally harnesses the extra speed reached during its spin cycle to run an alternator, generating 12V electricity, which compliments our existing solar-charged battery system. And it was all designed and produced without ever meeting anyone who had ever created such a machine, let alone been in the presence of one at work. Long live the monkey brain with its ability to piece together a puzzle in the physical realm based on the visions of the imagination; images of ideas, some digitally captured and shared. Some day we may be able to independently tap into the collective consciousness, inspiring unique projects without the aid of the internet's technology, but until then may the digital blossoming of ideas continue untethered and dreaming!

Bicycle Machines

Lately I've been swept up by a fascination with bicycle-machines: a whole range of mechanical functions driven by the power of a human-pedaled bicycle. Laundry-machines and blenders, honey-centrifuges and grinders, the bicycle-machine can greatly reduce the time and energy necessary for many ordinary, everyday tasks. They can also be used to generate electricity using an alternator or dynamo, powering small electronic devices, LED lighting, even a laptop computer. But truly bicycle-machines are most efficiently used in the production of mechanical power. For all our washing, spinning, grinding, husking, blending needs, a bicycle-machine can remove the need to consume electrical energy in performing these mechanical tasks, thereby helping us reduce our electrical energy consumption and to improve the efficiency of how electrical energy is used; reserved for essential electronic devices instead of being unnecessarily guzzled in high-input electric motors. Plus, the kinetic exercise in powering a bicycle-machine is good for the body, a much better use of time than pushing a button and idly waiting in front of the television for a load to finish. And best of all, bicycle-machines operate using simple mechanics that nearly everyone can learn to repair or even build using common tools and human hands. Bicycle-machines are based on truly human-scale technology with a vast potential to provide mechanical power without the need for electricity. So, with such an adaptable energy source available, why aren't we using more bicycle-machines?

Our modern-day priorities and expectations have become very mixed-up in terms of our energy needs. Why spend hours and dollars a week at a private gym when one can have their own spin class at home doing laundry? The social aspects of gym membership could be restructured in community gatherings to design and build more human-scale technology! Obviously I am speaking a little tongue-in-cheek, but the truth remains that converting electrical energy into mechanical power is very inefficient and costly, especially when the electrical energy is generated using finite or contaminating resources like coal, gas, and petroleum. So long as we continue to nurture our addiction to the false ease of button-pushing power (nearly all of which tasks we performed only a generation or two ago by hand), a realistic jump to alternative energy sources remain an impossibly expensive pipe-dream only accessible by the extremely rich or become a mega-project extension of our mega-consumption lifestyle, dominating our horizons with massive stands of wind turbines or algae fields or solar arrays to power our impossible demands. Imagine instead coming home on your commuter bicycle which pops into a standing structure to mix yourself a margarita before you send your clothes through the rinse cycle or grind your coffee beans or knead dough for tomorrow's breakfast.

I am a big supporter of alternative or green electricity production, but I also know its limitations when used on a small-family scale where electrically-driven motors simply require more investment in sun and batteries than most people can afford. Small-scale solar is great for keeping cell phones or laptops charged or even providing 12V car stereo music, but it will never run a blender to froth the egg in a pisco sour, let alone spin excess water from wet laundry or run a circular saw. Having spent some years perfecting my hand-saw technique and how to best wring-out wet clothes, going without pisco sours while at home, the potential of a bicycle-machine to put leg-strength to work on these tasks strikes as lightning revelation, an answer from the heavens that ironically has always been available at least in my lifetime. When electricity was cheap and thoughtless, the genius of the bicycle mechanism was temporarily forgotten. Now folks all over the world are pulling gears out of their closets and putting pedals to power. I hope some of these ideas inspire you as well, returning us all to technology a little more human in scale.

In Guatemala, Maya Pedal
In Mexico, C.A.C.I.T.A. (a great video on a variety of bicycle-powered devices with English subtitles)
An idea for an electric generator
An idea for a bicycle washing machine
An idea for a bicycle blender

Three Lunar Eclipses

We as a planet are passing through a series of three lunar eclipses which began with the new moon of June 1st. The full moon of June 15th just passed and now we are heading toward the last of the three, potentially one of the most powerful, with the new moon of July 1st. These three eclipses, especially poised at the opening and closing of a complete moon cycle surrounding the solstice, are said to bring creative energy, inspiration, and a little cosmic force to manifest changes, new cycles, transformations.

We in Los Brujos have felt the call, artistic imaginations flying in many creative directions at once. Writing, drawing, designing, photographing, hooping, costumes and puppetry, the winter rains have sent us inside and into town to create and imagine; the moon in our shadow playing with its own image, sending us energy bathed in metamorphosis. And the Universe has answered our efforts with writing and photography contests, design shows and performances, as every day we try to live more by our arts, quietly and steadily disengaging from the traditional system and its traditional ailments. It continues to be a long journey, but I feel certain vibrations in my personal transformation to be quickening pace, images and ideas wanting to explore paper and pencil and ink with a renewed energy, nearly a cosmic necessity as time accelerates and the moon flashes between shadow and light. I acknowledge that the weather and season contribute to the boom in artistic endeavors as we shift energy from summer labors to quiet tasks by the fire, but I can not discount the energy shifts that must also be present in an alignment of our closest orbiting celestial body with ourselves and our greatest source of power, the Sun, not once but three times in a lunar row.

If you also feel the creative push, inspiration pulling at the edges of your mind, I highly recommend letting you imagination express itself freely this lunar cycle, expanding your consciousness toward a different way of seeing, embracing a transformation and new beginning. The Universe is listening for wishes and aligning to help them come true.

Releasing Guilt in Knowing Self

I am a spiritual pilgrim seeking my personal truth. Many have come before me for this quest is as old as consciousness itself. I surround myself with those who are on a similar journey. I seek my truth at the edges of wilderness away from urban noise because I find the television to be as distracting as it can be entertaining and I want to create my own images, see my own stories set to life. I want to saturate my senses in the palatable, the physical sensations, touch that which is real, solid materials that breath and bend and can be built with human hands, smell the earth, taste life, listen to the stories in every place and hear the echo in my own pilgrimage, my own knowing of myself as soul, seeing ancient beauty in every footstep. I question where I have come from, what I have learned, what I have been taught, not to cause problems, but to seek the real meaning behind rules and social conduct, to reach the essence of what it means to be human. I ask the Universe to show me who I am, why am I here, what have I come to learn, to share, to create. I am learning to release judgment, especially of myself, and to respect the diverse paths that humans take, the unique pilgrimages we each pursue consciously and unconsciously.

In my journey I have found love to be abundant, the Universe receptive to intention, the only limits to happiness being our fears and our attitude, both of which we are capable of changing or of letting go of at any moment of our choosing. We are water and we must flow to purify, to heal and to stay healthy. Dwelling too long in fear, in self-criticism, in anger destroys the body. Laughter alleviates suffering. What I write here may read like the babble of a fortune cookie, but truth has always inhabited the most unlikely of places. Once you make the conscious decision to seek truth, messages arrive from everywhere. You can doubt or believe or test truth in your own life, and if you have the patience to see the wider experience you may find that everything does happen for a reason and that the Universe never makes a mistake. I am a spiritual pilgrim and these are some of the truths which I have found in my journey.

I live comfortably and accompanied, with daily chores as well as creative endeavors. I have neither too much nor too little. I have received many gifts in life, have been blessed with many opportunities. Yet, I struggle with self-judgment and guilt for the decisions that I have made in pursuing my own happiness in life so different from even my own expectation. Why? Seeking truth, meaning and happiness is soul’s ultimate journey on earth as memorialized in the Buddha’s image, in Siddhartha’s quest of self-knowing and self-reflection. That I should take even one step in the direction of truth-seeking and find happiness is cause for celebration, with no place for shame and sadness. Acknowledging the Catholic influence in my Buddhist up-bringing may aid explanation, but it is a tired trajectory to blame the Church for my emotions. How to come to lasting peace with oneself, shedding guilt, welcoming pleasure and laughter and satisfaction? Receiving love is difficult because one must admit without shame that we are deserving of love. And the release of shameful feelings and guilt comes from the honest knowing of self, full-acceptance of who we are, every aspect. It is a decision that I have been long in the choosing. So many years I have sought approval for the color of my skin, my professional pursuits, my political alliances, my love relationships. Knowing that once I commit to shedding guilt all the judgment form inside and out will slip away does not make the actual release any easier. It feels like standing on an edge of a dark pool of water, anticipating cold and sinking sensations when in reality one floats and the body generates the heat to counteract the shock of the plunge.

I am a spiritual pilgrim in search of my personal truth and that is nothing to be ashamed of. I have travelled far from where I was born and raised, and have built a life on different values, finding support from diverse relationships. I spend my days and nights in creative dreaming and observation, causing no harm to those around me, learning to live more harmoniously with my surroundings. I do everything to the best of my ability and am careful in my work. I have much to learn and absorb, many truths to seek, but my guilt, my shame, my judging of self and in relation to others, have no place in my journey. I have carried these feelings a long distance for many years and to continue sheltering shame will only make me sick and sad. This is a pattern of emotional reaction that I want to end. I am responsible for how I act and where I choose to emotionally dwell. I choose happiness here and now, leave my suffering behind.

Our Other Within

We encounter our Other within again and again.
Recognizing that society places limits on our eternal freedom
We had forgotten the possibilities.
Instead our souls, long ago cloistered in cloak and stone behind volumes of words,
Accept cheap imitations of life
Striving for substitute goals and objectives
Allowing the world around us to become uniform, intelligible, mechanized, predictable.
Our Other within breaks the monotony, shatters expectation and projection, halts production,
But some of us do not survive the revelation.
Again and again we press against the limitations, recognizing and deciding
Between our image of self and our truth of self:
What demonized haunts we might evoke
What vibrant dreaming we might inspire
And how not to confuse the two.
The wretched silences and the quiet embrace all await our metamorphic end
Whether we accept our inner invitation or not
The encounter with our Other within is certain to arise.

Noospheric Rumblings

Rumors and gossip, speculation and myth. Is there a change coming upon the collective human consciousness? Will it manifest physically? Is there any value in knowing?

This past weekend Valdivia hosted a conference on the noosphere, the envelope of collective consciousness which surrounds the Earth. The concept has long intrigued me, but I was too busy with harvesting chores and preparing our buildings for winter rains to attend. Lately the physical demands of life in Los Brujos have dominated my time and energy, leaving in patient wait the subtle cycles of spiritual and creative practice. Perhaps I may have benefited greatly from a noospheric break in my physical labors to sit quietly, take in, explore visioning in other dimensions. Yet I need not await another conference to do so. The promotion of the noosphere in Valdivia was a clear reminder to me of the importance of regular meditation, connection to the Universe available in every moment of our conscious existence. Just as the rains are unforgiving on unfinished construction projects, so is the Universe in meeting disequilibrium with chaos. A return to harmony is achieved by restoring the discipline and the care for both physical and spiritual responsibilities in life, regarding both as important practices of well-being.

The white rabbit waits, whiskers twitching as his metal watch keeps time. Shall we follow him down his rabbit-hole? Western meme meets Eastern prophecy in a clash of symbols too aligned to disregard. Yes, human consciousness is morphing, changing, blending, is becoming more uniform in places, is becoming more starkly contrasted in others as we each step toward our individual rabbit-holes and make our decisions as to how far we are each willing to go. The Chinese lunar calendar marks the Western solar year of 2011 as a white rabbit year, emblematic of Lewis Carroll’s famed messenger leading Alice into Wonderland. I do not know the meaning, only I can not help noticing, taking note, puzzling over the possibilities, watching symbolism and metaphor foreshadow and synchronize. The great whatever IT IS will manifest eventually, tantalizing glimpses that finally collect themselves in time and reveal, but not to come as proof, not to justify one philosophy over another, though many will make claims and attempt to manipulate what is seen, what is shone. What is inner must become outer, that much is written, and changes are happening on the collective inner, vibrations too strong to ignore for much longer.

Yet, time is completely relative and the Universe operates on scales beyond human imagining, well beyond human lifetimes. The valued in knowing comes not just to be poised, camera-ready to document an absolute moment in which the world, collectively was ever-changed to a new frequency of consciousness. Waiting for that moment harkens too literally of Waiting for Godot, an exercise lost in itself. The value of recognizing the necessity and eminence of a change in human consciousness is to actively participate in its arrival, sending our individual vibrations positively toward that collective space to, in whatever small way, harmonize a truly representative manifestation reflective of our individual frequencies, our collective energy as one from many. Our intention toward the next evolution in human consciousness, a change that will impact our spiritual inner worlds and our physical outer worlds with absolute fluidity, is the only aspect we may control; our free-will to decide, divinely given to us with very intentional purpose.

We, individually as souls, collectively as a beckon of light-energy in the vast Universe, are entrusted with great responsibility to perceive, to consciously understand, and to act. Our decisions will define us as they always have. We have faced leaps in consciousness many times before in our collective evolution, all having led us to exactly where each and every one of us presently are. So, the question truly is: what will you decide to do? The rabbit-hole yawns before us and the rabbit glances nervously at his watch. It’s your choice.