If not for the lights

There is a fog this morning, so thick that if not for the lights I wouldn’t be able to see.  Answering some inner longing, I’ve returned to my summer lake.  It is invisible beneath the mist, beyond my perception.  I will remain here though; I need to see what happens.  Memory tells me the sun will burn away this ground level cloud and it will evaporate.  Yet there is doubt.  After years of perpetual hope, I sit in a state of disbelief.

This fog is getting deeper in spots now, closing in, rolling over and hiding the outline of trees on the shore.  I turn on the car so that I will be visible, should anyone else venture here this morning, needing to see it happen.  An hour passes.  The shoreline seems to be coming into focus.  What at first look to be moving mounds of lake grass turn out to be geese, hunting for breakfast.  Life goes on despite the density.

Perhaps that’s the message by the lake here this morning.  I still cannot see the sun yet I’m beginning to trust it is there.  There seem no other options.  Ever human, this desire for dramatic show burns deep.  It is not to be, yet a gradual picture emerges slowly from within the clouds.  Life and perception will not be denied.

If not for the lights I wouldn’t have found my way in the darkness today.  We are not lost in the density any longer; our light is showing the way.  I can feel the sun now, clarity and a view of this beautiful little lake will surely follow.  It required, simply, trust, as well as faith.  Sometimes we can feel truth long before it is evidenced in what our eyes are looking at. 

We will awaken tomorrow to begin a thirty day countdown to December 21^st, 2012.  We’ll need to light the way for each other, and trust.  Once the density clears, the view promises to be spectacular.  We have come for just this moment.

Yesterday I mentioned several others who have said: “We are the Ones we are waiting for.”  The Hopi may very well have said it first, in August of 1999, if my sources are correct.  Please enjoy this wisdom from one of their Elders…

 A Hopi Elder Speaks

"You have been telling the people that this is the Eleventh Hour, now you must go back and tell the people that this is the Hour.  And there are things to be considered . . .

 

Where are you living?
What are you doing?
 What are your relationships?
Are you in right relation?
Where is your water?
Know your garden.
It is time to speak your Truth.
Create your community.
Be good to each other.
And do not look outside yourself for the leader."

Then he clasped his hands together, smiled, and said, "This could be a good time!"

    "There is a river flowing now very fast.  It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid.  They will try to hold on to the shore.   They will feel they are torn apart and will suffer greatly. 

    "Know the river has its destination.  The elders say we must let go of the shore, push off into the middle of the river, keep our eyes open, and our heads above water.   And I say, see who is in there with you and celebrate.  At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally, Least of all ourselves.  For the moment that we do,  our spiritual growth and journey comes to a halt. 

    "The time for the lone wolf is over.  Gather yourselves!  Banish the word struggle from you attitude and your vocabulary.  All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration. 

    "We are the ones we've been waiting for."

-- attributed to an unnamed Hopi elder

Hopi Nation

Oraibi, Arizona