By Catherine Viel, June 7, 2022
(Golden Age of Gaia)
June 6, 2022
Is that all there is, is that all there is
If that’s all there is my friends, then let’s keep dancing
Let’s break out the booze and have a ball
If that’s all there is
~Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller, Is That All There Is?
I can’t get that Peggy Lee song, “Is That All There Is,” out of my head. Her whiskey and cigarette voice and tone-deaf delivery made an impression when I was a teen, and decades later, the earworm returns.
I’m seeking optimism, but it is elusive. Simon Parkes has noted in many of his podcasts that it’s not the unaware who suffer through the foot-dragging of the White Hats. The unaware don’t know that things should be different, that huge, positive changes are supposed to be occurring. To the unawakened, the world is as it’s portrayed by the controllers. Don’t expect anything better. This is all there is, so get used to it.
Those of us on the awakened path, who are supposed to keep believing beneficial changes are indisputably on the way, are the ones suffering through this prolonged waiting time. I always appreciate that Simon appears to not only understand, but share the frustration I feel at the molasses pace and continually moving goal posts.
*****
The gas station I regularly patronize, the “cheap” one, is now $6 a gallon for regular. Simon, and other commentators, would likely say it’s a sure way to get people’s attention by hitting them in their wallets.
But is it getting their attention? Matthew Ward noted in his recent message that the sleeping masses still aren’t waking up very quickly—they’re too paralyzed by fear to do anything but cope. They continue to fall victim to widespread (dis)information designed to keep humans fearful, stuck, and willing to unquestioningly do as we’re told. It’s up to the awakened / awakening ones to “keep the vibration high and help the Ascension process,” as we seem to be encouraged to do in most communications from channelers and commentators.
Simon has made similar comments regarding the sleeping populace. He opined, as I recall, that the White Hats estimate that roughly 25% of humanity is in some degree of awareness, while the remaining 75% is stuck in a miasma of fear and misdirection sown by the Dark Hats. No unpalatable truth that has been widely released in conventional media appears to have captivated the attention of still-sleeping people, at least not enough to convince the White Hats that we’re all ready for the big truths.
So here we are, in this perpetual purgatory of waiting. I have to ask myself, is that all there is?
*****
I was sitting out front enjoying a cup of coffee in this caressingly soft air when I noticed that an iridescent green insect with shimmering opal wings had landed next to me, belly up on the bench.
I prodded the little critter onto a finger, leaned down and brushed it off on the ground. It moved sluggishly and crawled into a tiny cave made by the decorative bark.
It hit me with a minor emotional whump that, sometimes, living creatures just need help. Sometimes we end up on our backs like an unfortunate turtle, legs waving in the air, unable to right ourselves.
I feel that humanity is in some version of that inverted turtle. We who know that we’ve been deceived for millennia, that what we’ve been told is largely fabricated for the benefit of a tiny but still powerful global elite, realize the predicament. We realize it, and seem to have little tangible power to move things along. We can’t turn this turtle over by ourselves.
*****
I’m looking for Little Mary Sunshine, here. I’m seeking her in the tired, dispirited, discouraged corners of myself.
I hear a siren nearby, the deep-throated blare of a fire engine horn. Yesterday evening, there was another small wildfire a few miles away, possibly ignited by a burning couch. (It’s a thing with Santa Barbara area college students—they move out and burn their discarded couches, don’t ask me why—but usually they do it in their Isla Vista front yards, not a semi-remote location near the foothills.)
Hot weather, wind, human-caused wildfires…it could be a very long summer.
Come on, Mary Sunshine, where are you? Where is that unquenchable optimism?
*****
I had promised myself that I would enjoy five minutes of dedicated communion with Gaia yesterday. I was going to sit in the back yard after dark and enjoy the cool night air, admire the stars and feel the breeze.
Since it was still 80° at 10:00 PM, forget that. Instead, I picked up the crystal I recently bought at Paradise Found, a titanium-coated bulbous chunk of Rainbow Aura Agate. I got it in April, but haven’t spent much time getting to know it.
I sat for five minutes, and when the timer went off, for longer, turning it in my hands, lost in the curves and bumps and iridescent magic of its colors.
This, too, is Gaia. When you get right down to it, every molecule and atom and smaller bit of existence, anything on or in or near this beautiful Earth, is an aspect of Gaia’s body. We wouldn’t physically exist without her physical self as the clay that molds us.
I am Gaia‘s body.
I don’t have to go outside to be with Gaia, to experience her. Having promised myself the communion, and keeping the promise, was a Mary Sunshine kind of act.
*****
If I look closely into the iridescence of this rainbow agate, I can see a miniature universe, small worlds in the specks of each minuscule bump on its surface. It’s all the same rock, it’s all connected.
My little five-minute meditation with this chunk of Earth doesn’t appear to shift anything. But I choose to put credence in the channeled words we have heard so frequently, that our every thought and action, even the tiniest of internal shifts, can positively bump us along our journey to the beautiful, radiant New Earth.
Maybe the combined energy of this shimmering agate and my admiration of it has reached through some energetic matrix toward a confused and suffering soul. Maybe that confused person will open and read the next email from their “conspiracy theorist“ friend, instead of hitting the delete button without even glancing at it.
They say the fluttering wings of a butterfly can initiate the wind that eventually results in a hurricane on the other side of the globe.
Perhaps I can be a butterfly’s wings, shifting a few molecules of air and generating unimaginable effects.
Now, if that isn’t worthy of Little Mary Sunshine, I don’t know what is.
~Simon Parkes’s blog may be found at https://www.simonparkes.org/blog
~ Matthew’s message, in part: “However, just as the populace doesn’t know the truth about what is happening in Ukraine, they don’t know the truth about the aforementioned situations, either. Consequently, their collective thoughts about all of those matters are producing negativity’s low vibrations that are like fortresses between their focused attention and spiritual and conscious awareness. While this isn’t delaying Earth’s ascension—she is steadily orbiting into successively higher astral planes—it is delaying her people’s awakening.”
~You can score your own Rainbow Aura Agate at the Paradise Found store (no, I don’t get a commission, but it’s a lovely and unique Santa Barbara retailer which launched an online store during the lockdowns): https://www.paradisefoundsb.com/product/rainbow-aura-agate