Well, I dunno about you guys, but for me the current energies are amazing.
It's like a wander through the looking glass...the magical stuff seems to be
the 'norm' and 3D life seems to have taken a step backward or something.
I feel like I stopped being a looky-lou...standing back and looking at
it...now I'm right in the swim of it...most of the time.

Mother Earth put on a really special show here last night...raging storm,
thunder, lightning, hail and heaps of rain. It was exhilarating...exciting...
AND we were desperate for the rain...so it was a grand time. The power went
out, and we were on candle light, with no man made sound effects...just magic.

Anyway, I was sitting under a pile of dogs...they don't seem to share my fascination
with dramatic storms...just sitting there looking out the window, watching for
lightning bolts and the strangest...ummm...feeling? awareness?...not sure exactly
what it was, but it was intense, and very interesting...came over me. I experienced OLDNESS.
It was like oldness was a thing, a nearly tangible presence in the room...not something I
could ignore, even if I wanted to, which I didn't.

Now, logically I guess oldness already was in the room...me and my family are not beginners,
If you added up all our ages, using the 'human years' for the pets...well, we'd be several
centuries old...so I guess it makes sense that we might, as a group...sharing one consciousness
of the storm...attract oldness. We are steeped in it. Up to our necks in it.

Old is something that until now has just been a word. A number. I know that I AM old, heck,
I'm a card carrying senior citizen...but I never FELT old...I always just felt like me. Well,
now and then the 3D body gives me the odd hint, but I never took it in. Old happened to other
folks.

Oldness came on in and settled down on us...well, most of us...one dog is still kid, he was
snoozing during all this. For the first time I could 'see' how Sunny, my 20 year old cat who is so
frail the wind can knock her over, feels about old...and the dignity and grace she is facing it
with. The next cat who is 19 is just now beginning to show his age, getting a bit doddery. He
seems sorta surprised that it happened to him. Murray is not the sharpest tool in the shed, maybe
he didn't think it WAS gonna happen to him. The youngest cat is 15, and she didn't think it 'applied'
to her. HA! I could relate to that one well enough. I didn't have the same depth of experience
with the dogs, these are inherited dogs, I didn't raise them from babyhood, so maybe that's why I
didn't connect in the same way with them. Or maybe it was just because they are dogs and dogs aren't
really big on magic and mystery...I dunno.

Anyway I had this really strong picture in my head of a campfire and us being gathered around it.
I had this sense of this being my 'tribe'. Old sorta floated down around our shoulders like someone
gently laying a blanket or shawl over them. It was bestowed, like some sorta honour or reward. That was
a lovely feeling. I mean we spend so much time, energy and money trying to avoid old...it was
really special to have it awarded to me instead of crammed down my throat...so to speak. We weren't
humans and animals anymore...we were all something else...each with an individual presence, but not
represented by our current forms. We didn't speak in words, yet I had this sense of conversation...words and
ideas being exchanged. That picture stayed with me...I can recall it with perfect clarity right
here and now. I dunno what it meant, or why it came...but there was something sorta neat about it.

I'm not even gonna try to describe how it went. I don't think I could find words...but I reckon I got
a really good 'insider' look at old...ancient old...Universal Old...human and animal old. All the
shades and variations presented themselves for review and exploration. It was like waves of feeling
or experience...a lot like how memories feel...kept flooding over me...giving me samples...the flavour
of it all. It seemed to last for ages, but when it was finished, only about 20 minutes had passed
on the clock.

I don't THINK I had any resistence to being old...or fear around it...but if I did, well, that experience
woulda fixed it right up. Old is not about wrinkles and a body that slows down on ya. It's not about
aches and pains and worrying about retirement. It's not even about those senior citizen discounts.
Old should be embraced, not run from. Old is about success, accomplishment, lessons learned and a
life lived. Old is not a punishment...or even a fate...old is cumulation of all that we've experienced.
Old is like a diploma...a certificate of merit. When I felt that laying of something across my
shoulders I had the same feeling I had standing in a cap and gown on graduation day. Something left behind.
Something wonderful ahead.

Now intellectually I can probably figure out that this experience came up for me because I've been
thinking about my Dad and alzheimers...maybe I had some deep seated questions that Universe decided
to send answers to. I dunno. What I do know is that I'm holding my Dad's hand on one D or another,
and I have this whole new understanding of old.

ZAP! Keep it coming...I'm loving this. Universe is unfolding. Revealing the great mysteries.
Bring it on!

yarra