Hogmanay—Time for Seeing Both Past and our Future

HOGMANAY—Prelude to New Year the Old Way

Here’s a wee dochan doris
Jist a wee drap, that’s aa’
A wee dochan doris
Afore ye ging awa’                    

There’s a wee wifie waitin’
At a wee but-‘n’-ben
But, if ye can say ‘it’s a braw bricht meenlichty nicht’
Ye’re aa’ richt, ye ken

Winter sun enhances frost crystals from high cirrus cloud, to create light mirages

We just passed winter’s shortest day.
The solstice: solar ‘standstill’, the point when the Sun appears to come to rest at the center of the galactic plane. It seems to stand on celestial equator, pausing in time, moving neither north nor south.

Four winter solstices ago, we planetary travelers collided with Galactic Center on December 21st, 2012, when the Great Cycle Calendar of the Maya comes to full rest; pause; restart.

Time and Light or Bread and Circuses
The Romans—a civilization we liken ourselves to more as time elapses—became so tired of their outdated Julian calendar, adding days, subtracting nights, that they elaborated on the earlier pagan rekindling of Saturnalia—extending a Hallowe’en thru Christmas holiday period into ten days of non-time in the run-up to January 1st and the New Year.

Khronos, Father Time—in his human persona Aeon—holds zodiac wheel in balance for human race

This respected period of utter chaos, drunken festivities, carnival and masqued balls was known as Saturnalia.

Not to be confused with current Hogmanay in Scotland.
While the Scots may already feel repercussions, there are certainly more to come—in the Empire and in now-disintegrated Scotland, Hogmanay will live forever, whatever the climate. Rhyme at top is traditional toast in broad Scots to test if you could outdrink them. Translation for dummies in comment section, below.

This year’s solstitial preparation for the New is a good time for pausing.
For all of us:

To contemplate how much we shall change in the coming year—because the Human Race is changing fast and we have changed radically in the past year—
To give thanks for the road that brought us here to this point in space and time and for this moment—before plunging into the maelstrom once more—
To bless all those immediately around us NOW—as well as our loved ones far afield—absent friends—and family gone to fresher fields—
A time to remember and a time to look forward—

Time and Light are on our side.

Time Warp and the Magic of Seventeen

Perfect bowl-shaped crucible zodiac chart for Hogmanay eve—with Uranus outmaneuvering Saturn—presages a receptive year for 2017

Χρονος Kronos was God of and out of Time, Father Time

Κρονος A Titan who killed his father Ouranos—Uranus, Roman creator god
Both confused within Roman god Saturn.

KRONOS (Roman Saturn) was the primordial Greek god of time. In the Orphic cosmogony he emerged self-formed at the dawn of creation. He was seen as discorporeal, serpentine in form, with three heads—of a man, a bull, and a lion. He and his consort, serpentine goddess Ananke—Inevitability—enveloped the primordial world-egg in their coils and split it apart to form the ordered universe of earth, sea and sky. After this act of creation the couple circled the cosmos driving the rotation of heaven and the eternal passage of time

Kronos was depicted in Greco-Roman mosaic as Aeon—Eternity personified. He holds a wheel inscribed with signs of the zodiac and Gaia—Mother Earth—reclines at his feet, right. A.D.5thC. poet Nonnus of Panopolis described Aeon as an old man with long, white hair and a beard, below, but mosaic-art presents a youthful figure—above.

The figure of Kronos was essentially a cosmological double of the Titan Kronos/Cronus—Father Time. Confusing the heirarchy, Hellenist culture sometimes merged Kronos with creator-god Phanes, and occasionally with the Titan Ophion.

Χρονος /Kronos self-created master of Time

No wonder we in the 21stC are confused. Drawn irrevocably to the madness of twelve days out of Time—just enough to feed our inner spirit, before we have to step back into the so-called real world when January hits.

ThunderSnow four inches on the Coast Range; chains required. Freezing hail in Mexico, battling a weak tropical front.

Thundersnow! Even the weather forecasters have given up; while in California, agriculture and home farmers are grateful for any seasonal precipitation, to allow the parched earth some semblance of moisture catchup, before the growing season starts all over again.

Hope for the Human Race to begin again with new resolution?

There is no Planet-B

Coal-fired industrial smog shuts down Chinese cities Beijing and Hangzhou

Even resolutions can be broken. Two years ago the Western nations agreed to a climate resolution. There are many who are doing their utmost to stick to clear healthy living, with clean healthy energy.
And there are those who are not. Marrakesh Climate Talks notwithstanding, United Airlines, one of the last American flight providers to operate within United States, as well as internationally, has closed its service to northern University town Eureka/Arcata, but has opened two new flight services to mainland China.

The mind boggles.

As does our inner spirit—watching and waiting for us to catch up with our human selves in a real grasp of what we are doing to our Pale Blue Dot—our only home—until they colonize Mars.

May we—at least some of us—wake up before that. They say seventeen is a good number.
Happy New Year.
©2017 Siderealview

Hologram of Time and Sacred Endings, 2012

On the time spiral headed for 2012

In a deluge of blogs about 11:11, Veterans’ memorial services, poppy day and the like, it is easy to forget that we are spiralling inexorably, one day at a time, towards another date of elevens: November 11, 2011; and then, BANG into the great 12:12:12 date, nine (Gregorian) days before the end of the Great Cycle on December 21, winter solstice 2012, the last date in the Maya Sacred Calendar.

As great calculators, theirs is one of the few remaining World Calendars that still makes some degree of sense. The Celts had a sophisticated calculation based on lunar months which lasted well into the medieval period. Julius Caesar’s great innovation was originally also lunar, but not versatile enough to include more than ten months and, by the end of Roman rule, was already out of date. The extra two ‘moons’ which had to be added in medieval monasteries to balance out the solar year made a mockery of his calculations.

Have you ever noticed that the last four months which we call September, October, November and December are in fact names based on the Latin numbers septem, octo, novem, decem, seven, eight, nine and ten; Caesar’s original ten? The months added to make twelve, before the Gregorian calendar redressed the balance, were June and July (and July was, of course, named for its caesarean creator).

The Julian calendar was superceded by the Gregorian in most European nations, when Julian calculations went wildly out of synch with the solar year and whole cultures realized they were missing large chunks of time. The Russians refused to catch up, only adding their quota of 10 missed days in 1752. By then the Western world was calculating by the sun and in another mindset.

Other cultures have their own unique way of calculating: we are currently in Jewish Year 5770 since the date of Creation. In the current Islamic lunar calendar of 355 days this year is 1430 anno Hegirae, from the date of the Hijra, when the prophet Mohammed migrated from Mecca to Medina.

In all these Old World computations, time is seen as a linear concept.

Maya Long Count calendar ends on 13.0..0.0, winter solstice 2012

In the Sacred Long Count Calendar of the Maya, however, time was seen as a spiral or hologram, where each age condensed and collapsed into a logarithm or microcosmos of the one immediately prior. The term used by the Maya for Man’s Great Sacred Ages of Time was ‘Underworlds’. There were believed to be nine Underworlds and as we progress as earth beings through each Underworld, we swim, slither, creep, crawl, walk-on-all-fours and finally stand as creatures subject to our own evolution; in ‘now’-time, we are evolving as a species into our Godselves at such a rate that the calendar’s ending in 2012 seems to be right on target. End of Time. Time as a linear concept comes to a close.

Ages of Man, Spiral of Time

In a spiralling time capsule that collapses and kaleidoscopes with each passing age, however, each successive timeframe is not only a progression on the last, but, according to Maya calculations, 20 times shorter than its predecessor.

Taking time from its ‘origins’ in 100,496BC until the Calendar of the Maya begins in 3114BC, the count is a period of 97,000 years. From 3114 until 1756: a period of 4870 years; from 1756 until 1999: a period of 243 years; from 1999 until the middle of 2012: a period of 13 years.

Albert Einstein's fourth dimensional concept of space-time

It is no wonder that the last decade has been fraught with predictions of the ‘end of time’. Time is indeed ‘ending’ in the context that we knew it. It is speeding up, we are evolving at a greater rate than ever before; the fourth dimensional gateway that Einstein talked of when others thought he was the only human able to understand ‘relativity’ is now something that many of us see with our own eyes, read in our own literature, calculate in our mathematics and quantum theory, and, at some level at least, understand.

We are progressing at such a rate that, as I have blogged before, the expression ‘the human mind is evolving’ is obsolete before we reach the end of the sentence.

Messages from the stars: the Pleiades

It is not difficult to see that the proliferation of blogs on the New Age, New Science, New Earth, New Species (star-children, light beings, Pleiadians, Sirian energetics, Bird Tribes, crop-circle-consciousness) have had a massive following. We all want to know where we’re headed, as a species, as a planetary capsule or Mothership travelling through space; or as sentient beings with group consciousness. And, while some bloggers are unreserved in expounding on the topic of our being led by light entities from outside the solar system, it is probably more likely that we, when at peace and centred in our higher or Godselves, have the ability with which we were originally conceived to create our own loving, caring, sharing world.

It is sometimes hard for us to believe this great truth, when outside influences and external circumstances pound us into emotional blobs, or we become so tired from physical and mental exertion that we are unable to feel our core, sense our own evolution, know our own sacred power.

The messages being transmitted – whether you are drawn to Archangel Metatron, Mother Mary, Jeshua or, outside the Judaeo-Christian terminology, Sirians, Pleidean energies and ET – are remarkably similar: by focusing on our Godselves, our ‘still small voice within’, our loving living spirit-core, by allowing nothing that is not of light to penetrate and move us, we may begin to master our own nature and move as a whole in the direction perceived by a sentient Universe at the time of its conception. The Big Bang, ‘…and the Word flowed upon the Waters’, ‘Let There be Light’.

There has been talk of Stargates, Energy gateways, vibrational doorways and increased vibrational DNA codes. It makes sense that our star, the long-suffering Sol, should encourage us to increase our quantum light particles, to upgrade from sod-bound Neanderthals to starseed beings, capable of instant understanding, telepathic and empathic communication, with the ability to raise ourselves and our sisters to the heavens. Denser energies bog us down, mire us in thought patterns unworthy of our spiritual circuitry, send out thoughts which turn around and slam right back at us.

We are a little of what we eat, but more so, we are what we project in thought, feeling and belief.

And New Consciousness bloggers are helping us with daily updates from the spiritual hierarchy to become those godlike entities we are capable of believing ourselves to be.

When the Calendar of the Maya completes its last cycle of 13 years on winter solstice 2012, will we be ready for takeoff? Will we, as a planet, as one consciousness, be able to spread our wings? To create Heaven on Earth? Will we be ready to fly?

Like the Buffalo, Heading into the Wind

Last of the harvest

Equinox is approaching; light shines for fewer hours; the Earth’s northern hemisphere cools. A hinge on the doorway of the seasons swings to a close.
Time reaches the halfway point between solstice and solstice; it pauses, giving all of us equal hours of day and night at once, at one. There is still hope. Then the door closes.

There is definitely a feeling of closure around right now. In turbulent times we resort to gathering in of faculties, pulling in the feelers after a tentative burst of faith and hope that the world would change overnight. Did we believe that by our being blasted with Cosmic Rays, messages from ET, a flurry of spiritual internet (and out-of-planet) communication, that we might find a quick fix, a rescue remedy to reach the Promised Land? After the pinnacles of 09/09/09, three eclipses, admonitions to prepare for a Life Change, a Planetary Shift, Shift of the Ages, there now seems a finality to each day, a touch of chill descends at night. The summer of 2009 gently pulls down its curtain and allows us to retreat from the elements, to enter our caves for the winter.

Many cultures of ancient tradition take this time to go inward spiritually. Eastern philosophies turn from waning light without and focus on the light within. Autumn lecture tours by gurus and autumnal spiritual retreats abound. Others in the West find solace in working to consolidate one’s own projects, to take stock and assimilate knowledge, insight, light gained over summer.
For a writer this should be a glorious time: more access to internet and computer hours to satisfy even a librarian.

This writer is a gardener though and the gardener in her demurs. Doesn’t want to let go of the light; the feeling of summer still warm on the skin is seductive, there is a longing for a reprise, a need made more poignant by the last rays of the sun, the gathering of swallows.

Not all of us, however, may like grasshoppers flee the wintertime. Change is often a call to the human urge to move on. We need to heed the call.

Fall was traditionally – and in some places still is – a time of migration. Food supplies dry up with shortening days, earth has given her all: the wise move on. Swallows, songbirds, geese are the last in Europe to leave, while their fellow residents still gather in the harvest: human farmers barley and wheat, animal residents nuts and berries. In the Pacific NW mammals of the old regime are urged by primeval instinct to move to winter grounds. Wolf, elk, bear, caribou, mountain lion and moose all have to find more food, shelter, winter quarters.

Farther south there used to be buffalo.

Heading into the Wind

Now with little territory of their own, bison (political correctness of terminolgy goes with manipulation of animals) have nowhere to move. They are herded like other domestic beasts, subject to humanity. We are now trying to do the same with wolves.

The Wolf, unlike the Buffalo, is fighting back. There is a current initiative to overturn Washington’s recent shortsighted alteration to the Endangered Species Act.

They say our only way forward as a Race is to follow our inner urge to move with the times. That we should trust our guidance by our Higher (inner, wiser) Self to bring us out of the mess we’ve gotten ourselves and our planet into. The Earth is, after all, reaching out to show us how to do it.

At autumnal equinox, the beauty of light, growth in its final stature (before the fall) and abundance of fruit, prolific increase in bird and vegetable kingdoms, all give us hope to nurture us through the winter, to protect us from wilds of weather and wind. As well as gathering in the harvest, we are being asked to ‘gather into the fold’, to foster in ourselves a spirit of endurance.

Mountain lion, cougar or Kelly's Cat, wild cat is a survivor

In all older traditions there was one totem animal that embodied endurance. Russia had Bear; Norway, Sweden, Finland have Reindeer; Central Europe (used to) have the Wolf; North Africa and the Middle East the Camel; Central Africa the Cat; both Americas had the Eagle. But in addition to Native American’s respect for Eagle, his admiration went out to Buffalo.

When all of surrounding humankind is packing up tipi, provisions, families and goods to find winter hunting grounds, following migrant animals was a way of life. It more often than not included hardship and trek over difficult terrain to get there. Death, survival and jubilation on arrival were common in both man and animal. Native American wisdom says that animal teaches Man how to live.

When all else failed, the buffalo headed out from sunny summer plains and through what seems like insuperable odds, braved wind, hail and snow to reach better ground.

We are being asked to do the same. Human nature has the power of endurance, the intellect and spirit to survive and ensure survival. Along with our fellow earth residents, we have an obligation to care for both summer plains and winter feeding grounds. Without our care, they won’t be there next fall.

Buffalo hooves are not made for concrete

We as a species are being asked to hold firm to what we believe. That we should show gratitude for the gift we have been given of this unique planet. That heaven-on-earth is as we make it. Nature will help, but we have to want to cooperate, not bully her into it.

We as a species are being asked to become custodians again: to care for our home like responsible animals; not trash it like hyenas and wild dogs: This is no longer simply wise; it is a necessity. Like the animal kingdom, we are being asked to look after our territory for ourselves, for our children, our families, our piece of the planet, and in combination with others, the planet as a whole.

This project we are taking on will not be easy. But we have been genetically engineered to overcome our past and endure its consequences. The journey will have its pitfalls. We may not arrive as we started out. But we will get there. If we do it together.

In order to get there, though, to make sure we reach our goal, by immersing ourselves in transition from medieval to superstellar species we, like the Buffalo, may have to head into the Wind.