Cosmic Changes Causing Our Disruption?

Two Different Realities in Everglades National Park

Our friend Tamika’s sunrise picture today seems to offer a portal into other dimensions.

Happiest day, beloved Joy Train Rider! I have so much love to share with you today, so much peace and gratitude that I soaked up on the Anhinga Trail in Everglades National Park, the new friends I made, and the friends of more than 25 years that I reconnected with in the Big Cypress National Preserve.

Then to top it off, in my study this morning I heard this statement:

“ . . . This is the beginning of the age of Aquarius - a cosmic recalibration…. a moment written into the architecture of the universe, where human consciousness, planetary cycles and galactic time all intersect.”

WHOA! The video went on to describe a 25,800-year cycle called precession described by EarthSky thus:

“Precession causes the identity of the Pole Star to change over time. The cycle of precession lasts 25,800 years. And there are 12 constellations of the zodiac. So, roughly every 2,150 years, the sun’s location in front of the background stars – at the time of the vernal equinox – moves in front of a new zodiacal constellation. A new age might be said to begin at that point. . . “

That’s a huge concept to grasp if you have not been pursuing this line for inquiry. Personally I find it empowering to have confirmation from both spirituality and science that something transitional is happening, How else could we possibly explain how “up” suddenly became “down” and the worst-possible characters usurped the reins of power and seem determined to drive us into the ground?

The episode continues that KNOWING this gives us CHOICE.

“You’re not just a witness of this change,” it teaches “You’re part of it. . .we are not passive observers…we are co-creators.”

Sign me up, please!

The other pivotal things I learned over the weekend come from these Substack posts: “Democrats are sleepwalking through a Constitutional Crisis;” “The Two Engines Behind America’s Post Constitutional Reality,” “A Mistaken Idea of Freedom<“ Gerald Ford and America’s Moral Obligation to Refugees and Remembering the Fall of Saigon, as talk of war creeps into our conversation. They show us the turning of our country from the past to the present and what we must do to keep moving forward.

On a tour of my beloved Everglades National Park, I realized how vital it is to know the past in order to assess the present and future. Because it’s about my hundredth visit over 30 years, I could clearly see very striking changes which I couldn’t imagine augured well for the health of the ecosystem, given that I’d never seen it before. But as first-time visitors, all you may experience is the wondrous delight, without no understanding of the warning signals.

Here we are at the beginning of the Anhinga Trail. This is the point at which I usually draw in a deep breath of pleasure as i look at the slow-moving water bordering the vast sawgrass marsh and see Anhinga and Cormorants preening on the pond apple trees across the way.

But whoa! The water is so low that the coral rocks are exposed by a foot. The gauge that usually stands around feet is at about the six-inch mark. Lily pads that are usually dispersed now blanket the water. Two alligators on the move barely have water covering their limbs. And that Great Blue Heron standing high on a rock instead of its usual perch at the waters’ edge, will have to do some gymnastics to catch its prey swimming by.

The Lily pads looked denser than I’ve ever seen them before.

Look how much the sawgrass is flowering! I’ve heard that the local indigenous people, the Miccosukee say that when the sawgrass flowers in profusion it’s going to be a rough hurricane season. My husband Frank grew up in South Florida in the 1940s and said his father took his cues for hurricane preparedness from the Miccosukee and Seminole people, who’d retreat to the palmetto palms when hurricanes threatened. Frank said his dad refused to take down his hurricane shutters in the big one of 1947 even though the weather service said so, because the Native People had not come back. It served them well as the hurricane doubled back and caused huge damage.

Enjoy the feel of the wind on your face; the anhinga feeding its chicks in a nest on the far side of the water at one end of the trail, cormorants perched high in cypress trees and a redwing blackbird landing on a lily pad. If I wasn’t telling you what was different, you’d think you’re in an unspoiled paradise.

Evidently, these two young men do, and they ask me to take their picture.

“Yes!” I say. “And how about we do it over here by MY bench?” leading them to the bench bearing Frank’s and my name.

Our meeting was so warm you’d think Nicole (back to camera) and me and Caitlyn had been friends forever, instead of just meeting on the trail.