Towering over me, steel nosed boots, bulletproof jacket, dark blue uniform, Kalashnikov slightly pointed at me, hands close to the trigger. This is Utrecht Central, Netherland’s busiest railway station. I am transferring to pick up my train home.
It is Wednesday the 23rd, one day after the massacre in Brussels. Country in phase three, one below red alert. Four months ago Nicolas, Leo and I are looking at the same gun points as we are entering the City Hall in Paris, one day after the attacks. To collect our permit to celebrate life in the heart of the city on the 6th of December. Nothing of that, life is shut down. Fear breathing through the city in an eery, quiet way. In the centre of the storm, silence tells us a different story. Emotions ran when we felt the devastation at the site of the killings. It just struck a deep chord and confirmed with great clarity:
‘Separation of any kind breeds violence, it will take a whole new way to re-create our world.’
Monday, one season after Millemont, at the Sacred Fire in Varik, Henry’s Ferry House, we thank the Winter for all her gifts and welcome the Spring. New life, black and white turning polychrome. The gifts of our wisdom gathering Voices 4 Mother Earth are sprouting through the soil toward the sun. Stretching, spreading like a natural patchwork. No ordinary piece, no isolated piece, no fragmented patch. A patchwork connected through the same fabric, no matter where, every part reflecting the whole.
All bloodlines to the next level
Listening in, many of our brothers and sisters at Millemont spoke afterwards about a profound experience. They felt a sense of belonging, an inner awareness that hit ‘m when they got home, feeling strong connections, confirmed personal experience, disoriented, grief, needing to recover, putting the pieces together, life changing, a longing, dissolving of worldviews, inspired to take it to the next level. As if everyone’s consciousness was stretched a tiny bit. Beyond the smaller self into the larger communal space.
Not that most of us didn’t know about this stuff, but here we were, not with people or groups we normally hang out with or circumstances known to us. We were, no doubt, very much on the world stage, stepping into the unknown, uncertain of outcomes, assuming there is a common ground to all. All colours, all ages, all walks of life, all languages, all ranks, all bloodlines, many ancestors, sacred spaces, ancient trees, wild boars, the winged ones, Mother Earth, Climate Change, press, politics, power, money, systems collapse, distractions, terrorism and the ‘rest of the world’ were in and around Millemont. Historically earmarked as one of the places where three centuries ago a violent (French) revolution was conspired.
Fire, love and real tasks
And in the midst of this dynamism, like a roiling, boiling cauldron of hyperkinetic forces, events and uncertain relations, the Sacred Fire burned. Flames connecting Sky and Earth, the space waxing and waning, breathing, opening up to the vulnerable strength of the one stepping inside the circle. The pain of one is the pain of all, the pain of all is the pain all of humanity. The anger of one is the anger of all, the anger of all is the anger of all of humanity. The love of one is the love of all, the love of all is the love of all of humanity. The circle is widening and contracting, casting ripples of consciousness. We know beyond words, we are brushed by this all encompassing experience, that we are an intricate part of the ‘great mystery’, that indeed, we are all one.
The Millemont experience and wisdom gathering has a great bearing on current developments and those yet to come. The wisdom keepers delivered on their promise to move into a deep process, delve into the nature of consciousness. By honoring the intentions set, through the attraction and creation of a good village-like habitat, acceptance of its diversity, dedication to the practice of ceremony and real time tasks, people unleashed the spirit of community, the power of Oneness.
The consciousness of this, knowing that we know, might very well be the alpha and the omega of was said before: ‘it will take a whole new way to re-create our world.’
The discovery that the raising of consciousness is best realized in the setting of community, in the midst of real tasks, tackling real problems, designing real solutions, knowing that all of those movements evoke spirit.
Consciousness informs matter – it is already done.