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Being a shaman is not glamorous. It's interesting, yes, but fun? I wouldn't call it fun, not most of the time. I am definitely a reluctant shaman.

It has been, to be perfectly honest, a rather scary week. Though perhaps unnecessary, I'll lay out the trajectory of this shamanic adventure before I get to the substance of the psychic download. Is that OK?

Last Tuesday, as I drove my zipcar to the supermarket, the sun just happened to be shining at the perfect angle so I was blinded by reflections in the rear view mirrors of the cars in front of me. That kind of blinding light is something I associate with messengers of the Sky God. (Insert disclaimer here.) I noticed, definitely. I notice these things. I even said out loud, "I see you. I'll pay attention."

But I didn't.

Last week I was deeply immersed in the novel, The Journey by H.G. Adler, I was soaking in the second world war, so I kind of forgot about the blinding reflections. Wednesday, the Sufi acupuncturist "prescribed" the song I Will Be Light by Matisyahu, as a part of my treatment. I had not mentioned the blinding reflections to him, but I did take note. I thought to myself, Whoa. The Sky God has something to tell me. I should listen. But then I went back to my WWII reveries.

Thursday I took a big walk, and couldn't help but notice the Star Mandarins, up close and personal, at the Washington Monument. Well. Finally, I paid attention. I brought my mind/heart back from WWII to the present moment. It was like coming out of warp speed into an energetic maelstrom. Holy cow.

Friday was a whopper of a day. Indeed I was able to see so clearly all weekend - too clearly for comfort. I become frightened when I'm that clear, when I can see things too distinctly. It freaks me out.

What followed was a big ole psychic download that has been ongoing since Friday. The trajectory of the download is now easing, making it possible for me to begin to put what came through into words. People who channel all the time ... how do they do it? If I didn't have my "sanity tools": groundedness, mindfulness, humor, light-heartedness, and the pervasive knowledge that I might be just plain nuts, I might really go over the edge.



The substance of the "download" echoes what many astrologers have been saying, that this is a time in human history of personal and collective reinvention. This is the time of the Tower card (from the tarot) when things are shaking, shaking. Look at northern Africa. Bloody hell, things are shaking there. In Wisconsin, things are shaking. Here in DC, the government may shut down for awhile. Shake it, shake it.

What the Star Mandarins tell me is that the mechanisms by which we have co-created our personal and collective destinies have been unhinged. The Star Mandarins are in the process of creating a new matrix for this co-creation, something brand new. Did you have crazy dreams over the weekend? If so, you're part of this, too - or so I think, anyway.

That's why the Star Mandarins are down so close to the surface, checking us out. The truth is, they're kind of impressed by us, they're watching us create a planetary "neural" network here on the internet. They're fascinated by the way we're finding cohorts, friends, and clan through FB and here and on Twitter and in other ways. They're watching us as we make unprecedented interconnections. In Egypt, this way of interconnecting helped create a revolution. It can also work in terms of evolution. If the Star Mandarins had eyebrows, they would be raised right now. If they had mouths, they would be saying, "oh wow."

The Star Mandarins do their jobs, it's what they do. They find us rather disgusting physically, but lately they're taking a hard look at us. They're understanding that we're capable of a whole lot more than they ever gave us credit for. What we're creating here, this brand new kind of community - well - they would never have imagined we had it in us to do this, to make common cause in this radically different way. It's what we have to do in order to evolve to the next level, or so they say.

There is so much more to say about this, but enough for tonight. I've done my shamanic duty; I've listened and I'm translating what I've "heard" as best I can. For the rest of tonight: stupid movies. Oh yeah. I'll write more tomorrow.