Nine Years

By Lorenzo & Fredalupe!

 

“There will come a time when you believe everything is finished.

That will be the beginning.”

– Louis L’Amour

 

And so here we are again, Reader, Writer, with magic swirling in between, as our nine-year journey is coming full circle, as the crow flies.

 

As our eyes literally, literarily, make their way into new dimensions of thought, Words become the water of our passage together, sculpted and scripted, to all appearances, fitted and fixed, yet fluid and moving, into a paradox in and of prose, somehow creating a heavy weightlessness, a drifting play of words and feeling, a gossamer vision rising then falling with each imagined stroke.

 

    “Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next.”– Gilda Radner

 

Attention draws consciousness through this momentary glimpse of sudden self-awareness, of this, our meta-fictional reality play, reflecting on and in the mirror of our medium, of our briefly united consciousness, this fleeting beauty, this composed caress.

 

 

Words, now, marking milestones of meaning as they slowly sink back into our wake, back into the black depths of the limitless, as we continue to ply our passage through the paper-thin expanse of this moment we are sharing, both travellers in this truest agency of Being: Awareness.

 

   “Nothing is pending in the world…nothing is finished, yet nothing is unresolved…Everything is filled to the brim.” ― Carlos Castaneda

 

Nine years coming.

Oh, to be sure, much has been written, collated and formalized about this particular sequence and grouping of time; whole numerical cosmologies constellate the skies of human imaginings and efforts at scratching at the wonder and mystery of existence, mining for meaning, grasping at understanding, defining, and so on.  It’s very good for us to try to piece, to puzzle, to discover…and yet, all the while enduring in our utter awe of Mystery, of mystery remaining so regardless of our attempts at making it otherwise.

 

     “Science cannot solve the ultimate mystery of nature. And that is because, in the last analysis, we ourselves are a part of the mystery that we are trying to solve.” ― Max Planck

 

Nine years going.

We grappled and cajoled, teased and promised, enticed and argued, worked at and for and with, did our best and our worst, made friends and enemies, were attacked and loved, were deceived and forgave, mentored and were schooled, laughed, cried, whispered and yelled, made public and kept private, all of it, all we could squeeze into that nine year package of temporal existence. Under the finite list of human business, we covered what we could.  As ever, with this and the rest, of our paths and our choices, our decisions and our perspectives, we went and continue to go our own way.

 

  “The aim is to balance the terror of being alive with the wonder of being alive.”― Carlos Castaneda

 

Nine years here.

In that time, we have watched Worlds entire shift around us, tectonically, titanically, at times terribly, sliding into where we do not know.  Entire peoples, cultures, civilizations, ancient and otherwise, are emerging into consciousness as others vanish entirely from our view.  By our own hand language, meaning, intelligence, consciousness, beauty, even love is being rewritten, redefined, transmogrified as far from the natural as is possible. Science fiction is come to life.  Artifice, cunning and clever offers its crooked paths to all and all. Nature itself writhes under the distorted thumb of its screw.

 

  “You have little time left, and none of it for crap. A fine state. I would say that the best of us always comes out when we are against the wall, when we feel the sword dangling overhead. Personally, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” ― Carlos Castaneda

 

That this is a far different and stranger land we find ourselves in than the one we left behind there can be no doubt. Luckily for us, we, in our unbending intent for freedom are stranger, and, whereas doubt is concerned: we reserve that for our certainties ofwhat is to come next. Mystery is mystery after all. And if there’s one thing we know for sure, without reservation or hesitation, that’s the fact that we’ve all been mysterized.

 

    “For me the world is weird because it is stupendous, awesome, mysterious, unfathomable; my interest has been to convince you that you must assume responsibility for being here, in this marvelous world, in this marvelous desert, in this marvelous time. I want to convince you that you must learn to make every act count, since you are going to be here for only a short while, in fact, too short for witnessing all the marvels of it.”   ― Carlos Castaneda

 

Yet, as always, there seemed, and seems still, to be some invisible something moving, creating ripples of change where events, objects and persons, dance in synchro-mysticsplendour, weaving spirals of power from the unknown into a music to fill the Heavens.

For that and all else we are grateful.

Our Mirificent Journey Continues…

 

Thank you, Lorenzo & Fredalupe!

 

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