Last night was incredible. I’ve never felt more connected to the ancients. For the first time I felt like I am truly participating in their wisdom, like I am the privileged witness to the blessed New Age they could only dream about. In this sense I am truly fortunate to be carrying on this great and important tradition in these days of transition. But at the same time I feel burdened by a heavy responsibility.
It was this sense of duty that brought me to the Yucatan this time of year. The only way I can be certain I have not led my followers astray is to verify the timing of the blessed event just as the ancients would have. Thankfully, their technique did not fail me.
The Pleiades were, amid a night sky so dark as to offer no doubt about their position above me. The stars were as bright as I have ever seen. From atop the dizzying height of One Reed’s pyramid, they appeared close enough to touch and just as expected, the Pleiades hung temptingly above me precisely at the midnight hour. Such a beautiful sight.
A part of me wishes I had shared the experience with the followers, but last night was merely a measure of preparation. After all, does an audience witness a performer’s rehearsal before the show? I am however consoled by the knowledge that, as pre-determined by the Pleiades last night, we’ll all be celebrating the arrival of the New Age exactly six months from now.
I can hardly wait for the day to arrive, I’m so excited. But there is much to do in the meantime, including preparations for this spring’s equinox.
