The morning the whole world is waking toward
Here is the larger thing the practice is for, said plainly. We are living in the years of the great awakening — a turning of the whole human family that the old calendars marked and the messengers confirm. It has a horizon, and the horizon has a date: the year 2012.
✦ What 2012 is, and is not
The ancients who watched the sky most carefully — and the Maya watched it more carefully than almost anyone — wound their great calendar down to a close in our year 2012, and the fearful have read this as an ending. It is not an ending. The books that say ending are reading the word wrong. It is a stepping-up — the next phase of our evolution, a raising of the whole planet's consciousness, as real and as physical as a chrysalis softening. We are not being punished. We are being born. Planetary ascension is the proper name for it; it is gentle, and there is no one it means to leave behind.
✦ Why your part matters
A birth like this is not done to us; it is done through us. Every heart that opens before the day makes the day easier for every other heart — the way one warm room warms the rooms beside it. That is the whole reason for the practice. We are not waiting for 2012. We are preparing the ground for it, lamp by lamp, hour by hour, so that when the morning comes the world is soft enough to receive it.
✦ You are not the first, and not alone
This is the part I most want you to hear: you are not strange, and you are not on your own. All across the Earth, quietly, in kitchens and gardens and ordinary jobs, people have been waking for years now — lightworkers, the messengers call them — and very many have already remembered why they came and taken up their part. Some heal; some teach; some only hold a steady light in a hard place, which is no small thing at all. I work with a good number of them — by letter, by candle, by the practice done together at the agreed hour. We compare almost no notes, and we have never needed to: the work is the same everywhere, because love is the same everywhere, because under everything there is one Light slowly remembering itself, and we are its waking cells.
If reading this has set something humming behind your ribs — that is not nothing. That is your own part, calling. You do not have to know yet what it is. Begin with the breathing. The rest arrives in its own time, a piece at a time, because you could not carry it whole — and you are not asked to.
hold your lamp up. that has always been the work. — ORION ✦