Dad and I had dinner last week. We met at a place called Cracker Barrel, which is decorated with old-time articles and pictures. After dinner we sat outside in the line of rocking chairs facing the building. A toddler skipped by doing a dance. I mentioned that I missed my daughter at that age. I missed holding her on my hip and her little arms reaching up to me. I missed dressing her up in princess and witch costumes at Halloween. Most of all, I missed the congregation of family and friends at the holidays. For years I cooked for a crowd on the major holidays. The preparation took days.
Now I live in a small cottage that I am fixing up, and working full time. Repairs have taken a chunk of finances plus the medication for a sick dog. Most family and friends have moved or busy themselves with other things. Time is also a factor.
We sat there reliving memories when our attention turned to the farm implements hanging on the outside of the restaurant some very strange to me and some familiar. Dad knew everyone of them, and from experience, explained how to use each one. Dad will be 80 years old in a few weeks and his life is completely different. He grew up a poor farm boy (one of 14 children) in North Carolina. Now he lives alone in an affluent section of NJ and has a tomato plant or two on his porch. The only contact with animals is a constant battle over the tomatoes with his sworn enemy the ground hog.
While he was reminiscing about a very smart mule that was in his charge, I saw in his face a longing of the past.
As I was driving home from our meeting, I started to feel some sadness for the man. Then I thought, At least he can go home to the South and visit his family. Some have still kept up the farming life.
I realized that in my life everything had changed also, but on a grander scale. I changed a 25-year profession because it became too painful and a new opportunity popped up out of the blue. The family I grew up with is very far away. My mother passed on. Every relationship I have has changed. Some have become deeper and others have lessened. I started to feel lonely and a little afraid. Then it came through the car window. Just like the scent of snow in the air on a fall day…I smelled shift. There was no way of life I could go home and visit. Everything is gone, everything is different.
Some call it the Shift, some call it the Apocalypse, and some call it the End of Days. The Hopi tribe foretold of it, as did the Mayans. The due date is December 21, 2012.I have read articles and books about the shift. I have heard seers speak of it. But could never figure out quite what was going to happen. There was some fear as I heard predictions of great earth changes and many deaths. (Well, it’s not like the Earth isn’t justified in cleansing itself. After all we have all but destroyed it.) Some religions say that only the good or “chosen ones” will survive. (Who chooses the chosen, and what is considered good? Is it just regular folks that don’t cheat on their taxes or living saints? Just too confusing.) Then there’s talk of just ascending to another dimension and no one left behind remembers you. I just can’t imagine waking up one morning in another dimension. Some days it’s hard enough waking up in this one! I have heard some wild stuff.
I have made peace with it and stopped trying to figure the whole thing out. Maybe that’s the reason I finally “get it.” Yes, there is going to be some unpredictable earth changes. The veils are definitely thinning and more people are getting in touch with their “psychic side. ”Yes there may be souls that leave the earth plan in mass. But I think it comes down to each individual shifting.
People are having more “duh” moments, finally seeing what works and what does not. Finally seeing that what they have been attached to no longer holds them and things they have been led to believe no longer make sense. People are breaking away from old patterns and saying to themselves, “This is just wrong.” Some are watching less TV, distancing themselves from what advertising purports. Some are moving away, or changing jobs that are no longer a vibratory match. There are “bathroom” moments for some. (A bathroom moment is when something happens to shatter all the illusions someone has and they end up on the bathroom floor in a puddle of tears.) For others it’s just a feeling of being uncomfortable in their own skin.
As a silent observer, I have been watching those around me coming to new realizations, having new beginnings, changing the way they see the world seemingly out of the blue. Then I smell it again, here it is, The Shift. Someday soon our world will be a totally different place to live. This is happening because more people are changing who they are for the better.
Sometimes change can be a challenge. If you are having difficulty as of late, be it physical, emotional or spiritual, talk to some one. Join an enlightenment group. Walk out in nature. Meditate. Join a yoga class. Help those less fortunate. Pray. Be thankful for all that you do have. Read a “self help” book. And remember, you are forever on a journey and this too shall pass.
