It is now almost a year since the inception of Pale Green Vortex. In retrospect, this has been one of the more remarkable and fulfilling years of my life to date, and Pale Green Vortex manifests a fair description of much that has taken place. During a recent trawl through my posts of the last twelve months, and managing to set aside the false modesty that customarily plagues me (in truth a symptom of pride), I felt a quiet sense of satisfaction. The superficially disparate themes scattered throughout these pieces actually represent different facets of an emerging gestalt of total interconnectedness, apprehended most properly through the cultivation of multidimensional consciousness. Lots of long words, but the the simple nub of the matter.
In his final, and arguably finest, book, 'The Active Side of Infinity', Carlos Castaneda is told at one point by sorceror/teacher Don Juan Matus that, in order to become a true warrior-traveller, he must first thank those who have meant so much to him. In particular, Don Juan singles out two young women from Castaneda's past, and we follow our hapless protagonist as he searches high and low in an effort to find them in order to repay his indebtedness.
My own wish to say thanks has a less dramatic context, maybe, but is heartfelt all the same. I would like to thank all those wise and courageous ones, whose hearts, souls, words, and actions have been so vital to me over this last period. There may be others but, in addition to my personal friends, I would like particularly to say thanks to the following: Neil Kramer, John Lamb Lash of metahistory, Karen Sawyer of ARC, Opaque Lens of Shamanic Freedom Radio, Peter Taylor, and those who have blogged tirelessly against the creeping non-environmental totalitarianism of the emerging warmist/windfarm religion. A special mention is also due to Ralph Metzner, whose course in Alchemical Divination I attended two years ago in Switzerland turned out to be a gradual yet empowering initiation into the ways of energy and consciousness.
In the meantime, March has been pronounced Dreamtime in the Vortex; which is a fancy way of saying there will be no further posts this month. I imagine the universe will survive somehow. But we shall be back in April, for year two. Who knows where this will lead us.....?
Artwork: Aboriginal Dreamtime Sisters, Colleen Wallace
