falling apart, everything is falling apart
together. But why and how?
Our planet, with everything in it
and on it, has been asleep for so long.
A New Day
Does it help to know that the “preces-
sion of the equinox,” the 26,000-year
in the Galaxy
path of our solar system around the
galactic sun, brings the experience of a
new dawn after so much time in dark-
by mica m. renes, n.d.
ness? Does it help to know that our
ancestors created many systems and
religions to deal with the galactic night?
Does it help to know this contributes
to our fi nancial systems failing? Does
it help to know that our Higher Selves
knew this and propelled us into another
lifetime on this enchantingly beautiful
dimension of earth? Even when every-
Things are always right, even when they seem wrong.
thing seems to be falling apart, and we
Sometimes our experiences are not about healing, but
are working our butts off or are frozen in
about making sense of what is happening in our lives.
some anxiety, trauma or obsession, does
it help to know we are coming into the
light of the galactic sun’s help?
All those systems and brave at-
O
n the eve of the new millennium I wrote, “This is about waking up.” The
titudes were geared toward helping us
earth and her sentient beings have gone through a long night. We have
through a dark night. Now, however, it
existed in darkness, disconnected for millennia from the information and
is a little before dawn, before this sacred
knowledge of our central sun. Now we are coming into alignment with the sun—
moment when the fi rst light emerges
with our knowing, our Light and our wisdom, all of which is coming over the hori-
over the hilltops and everything be-
zon, peeking its fi rst predawn rays into our situations.
comes new.
Recall a time when you got up before dawn, while everything else still slept. No
The Mayans say the new sun will
bird sounds, no light; only a deep peace, a soothing quietness, and often coldness.
peek over the horizon on December 21,
Do it more often, and sit with your tea or coffee in the silence of what is not yet.
2012. The Asian Indians speak about the
Enjoy the moment.
end of the Kali Yuga, when the galactic
Many of us live as part of the headlong crush of school, work, and responsibili-
sun rises. The Christians talk about the
ties, rushing around in artifi cial light and scurrying to catch the bus or start the car.
resurrection. Many other old cultures
We push down our dreams, nightmares or insights to get ready for all we must do.
talk about this event. While nobody
Tired or not, we cloak ourselves in the veil of daily “how it is” and “what needs to
knows the exact date, we are waking up.
be done.”
For the fi rst time in ages.
How brave that is. And how obedient to what we have been taught.
What a shock it is.
It takes an immense amount of willingness to go through life this way.
Yet what happens when all these brave, well-intended acts of heroism do not
An infl ux of information
work anymore and everything that we held sacred and true and worth fi ghting for is
falling apart? We might get up even earlier to run a load of laundry before we rush
Nothing has prepared us for this new in-
off for the day. We might try to do more and be better, but it doesn’t work.
fl ux of knowing that now fi lls our senses.
In the more and more, we do less and less, sitting in moments of silence and
We don’t want to know. We are afraid
non-doing in the hours before dawn. Then, in the middle of the night, when every-
because it feels like it’s too much to bear.
thing is dark and not fi lled in, we are visited by troubling thoughts and invasive anxi-
Instead, we want to go back to sleep,
eties. At least, that’s how we perceive it when we are unable to sleep. Something,
so we attempt to harness ourselves into
however, is happening beyond our dreams.
yesterday’s behavior, but it doesn’t work
anymore. We exist between understand-
ing the night, but not yet knowing the
Waking up after ages of darkness
new day.
When we lie awake at night, we might remember being told, “Be here, be still,
It takes mighty courage to acknowl-
and know that I am God.” This is not the god of wrath, who spanks or tells us we
edge something new is happening.
are wrong. Rather, this is the God of our sentient earth, now wiggling and swirling,
Many times through history, the world
yawning and stretching, waking up to a new dawn. It also is our wake-up call to
seemed to be ending: from the plague,
connect with our Higher Selves that know and guide us. Whether heard or not heard
from wars, from terrible hardships and
by us, our souls’ purposes are calling. Even while everything around us seems to be
suffering. This time may be seen as
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