The Hero's Journey

I have been very aware of the spiritual term "Dark night of the soul" for decades. I have gone through waves of at various points of my life. It has been like me trying to do yoga with my boobs smothering me, just not getting it. It wasn't until I was in deep meditation that I felt what it means for the energy around you to pick you up and lovingly stretch you out, like a slinky. Dangling by the middle and just being stretched for what felt like galaxies. Is this what the feeling should feel like and not me struggling to keep my fat ass on a pad on the floor, tailbone in pain? Was this the pendulum swinging to show me a deeper understanding of the dark night?

I'm changing. I see it, I FEEL it. There is a part of me that has come kicking and screaming. There is another part of me that says, holy shit. Holy shit, I get even holy shit now. "You gotta throw some shit on the roses for them to grow" I heard Terrence Howard say in his recent podcast, Joe Rogan Experience #2152. This podcast ignited some folks. It ignited me, in the best of ways. Others, not so much. It through me through a journey of self exploration that I couldn't have imagined. I resonated deeply. It's a reflection of a collective archetype. Shifts of thoughts are pouring in. This has moved from being unprecedented in our eyes, into an acceptance of things are changing, we have to flow with it. Holy shit. I am a white woman having the same experience I see happening in other races and genders around me. Has the recent shit fest, being thrown on my roses, enabling the beautiful budding?

I want to sit back in my chair, take off my glasses, and look up into the heavens in complete aw. One of those deep, wow moments. Transcendent moments that make spooky action in a distance seem like child's play. The unraveling, the space between these sharp corners from straight lines. And when the lines didn't seem straight enough, we applied more pressure. We dug in deeper, conform. We didn't think to expand and transform. "There are no straight lines man" is the hippie girl voice in head conversing with the ether. Much like Sheldon and his councils of Sheldons. They are archetypes. 

Holographic psychology has also been something I carried through my journey over the last decades. It is the glimmerings of what you begin to recognize as coincidences, synchronicities, spooky action. Right here is where I feel the question came up. Einstein introduced us to it, and we kind of just put it to the side. Hippie archetype in me sucks in on her blunt, holds it in, pushing the thoughts ever upward. Then coughing out, "Wow, that's fucking weird man." I am still connecting the dots. The resonation rings through me like a bell. I'm having a very similar experience as you, so much so that I am thinking, wow, that is fucking weird. 

Down the rabbit hole I have mentally fallen. I have an influx of thought trying to begin to process this information. Then the responses start to show up online, people are not happy. It feels like the are waving their Bibles around screaming "NO! These are the laws and they are not open to your interpretation! Who are YOU to go against THE LAW?" Whoah, I felt the deeper fall into the rabbit hole. This all feels very familiar. This is a reflection of an archetype, a character, playing the role in the large play on the stage. This is our collective Hero's Journey. Ego is coming up in us all. What is this ego? It is almost like a comic book scene, the human is transforming, looking at something rolling over the skin. "What is this, what is happening?" Be calm I tell myself. Get grounded. 

I come out of this deep day dream. I break the trance. I break the channel of divine flow. I have not created a space to have this connection. Distractions crash in. Literally. I become very aware of the chainsaws raging outside. Cutting through my soul. I keep feeling as if there is blood droplets raining down upon me outside feeling the dust of tree's soul flying from the sharp blades ripping through it's life force. They aren't taking the roots though. This too, shall pass. But, the sound rages on outside. A war zone of fallen soldiers. I burn incense and sage to soothe the energy around me. I honor the years and all those fallen in the past. All these things I feel so deeply. 

These deep feelings of connection with all around me, I get it. I see it, and I see someone else that see's it. It is just a reflection of my experience also. The Holographic Universe. Holographic Psychology, the mirror. Mercury.