A Pivotal Decade

As we celebrate the end of a decade filled with dramatic upheavals in the financial markets and housing foreclosures, emotional turmoil over unemployment, the aftermath of 9/11, corruption in high places of industry and politics, we have all looked for ways to survive the daily onslaughts of negative news, the latest diseases, and the pollution of our planet. So much information is thrust upon us via print and internet and TV, we are constantly challenged to sort it all it out in a way that makes sense to us. One of the ways I use is to keep in contact with consciousness groups and people who integrate the past with the present, enabling me to stay positive and to remember where I am in this journey back to Grace.

This is an excerpt from Patricia Diane Cota-Robles in New Age Study of Humanity's Purpose, a fitting finale to a decade of personal and global growth:

"On December 31, 2009, we will experience a Blue Moon Lunar Eclipse. The Beings of Light have revealed that this is going to be the most significant New Year we have experienced since our fall from Grace millions of years ago. This is a vitally important time for all of us to empower what we want to co-create in our individual lives and on this planet. Not only will our hopes, dreams, visions and Divine Intention be expanded a thousand times a thousandfold by the Company of Heaven, they will be exponentially expanded by the tremendous influx of Light we will experience on that sacred day."

Take Time

We're about to commence the beginning of the holiday season with all its glitz and glamour, food, family and fun. What a great time of year it is. One of giving and receiving, sharing and connecting with friends and family, and those who are in the throes of dealing with the economic turmoil. If you find yourself with less this year, remember there is always someone with less than you. We can always find something to be grateful for. And can keep a flame burning in the heart that it is a great time to be alive.

Take time for yourself in the busy day. Have a cup of tea or a mochaccino, spend ten minutes looking at local art, read a few pages of the latest book you've discovered, call a friend. These are ways to feed the spirit, as we're feeding the body with all the holiday goodies. Take time to light the glint in your eye, the glow in your soul, the sweet delight in a child's laugh or an elder's memory. Time is as precious as any gem and cannot be stolen, but it can be wasted. Claim your Time, now more than ever.

Prologue

Jerusalem. Friday, 9:10 PM
A blast of hot air sent him reeling. Instinctively, his eyes
closed. The heat entered his nose, burning his lungs. He
shielded his face with one hand. With the other he felt the
back of his head where a sharp pain began. Where did that
staccato whirring come from? Was it the wind, or the anger
of the spirit ancestors?
He looked down into the dark cavern that hid its secrets
in the mists of hoary time, feeling its web of seduction
surround him.
Another searing sting on his right temple drove his head
sideways. He felt oozing warmth. Blood. The whirring grew
louder. Now he knew. He should not have disturbed their
resting place.
The Pool of Siloam beckoned with secrets that lay at the
deepest level, beneath the primitive stones. He had searched
a lifetime for this moment. An epochal portent of glory that
inevitably came with discovery of an ancient site.
He turned to the direction of the attack. In a flash it
came at him again and hit square in the forehead. He sank to
the ground.
This couldn’t be happening. Not to him, the most
renowned archeologist of the Herodian era. He tried to call
out, but his voice failed. His hand reached out, but no one
took it. Bitter bile leapt into his throat, fury spilling out of
every pore.
Where were they? Enraged that his constant followers,
who basked in his giant shadow over the years, had
vanished, he cursed their desertion and reveled in the
perverted notion they would no longer feel the warmth of his
sun.
Except one. A livid pang of remorse swept over him as
he saw her face one last time.
His consciousness jerked from his body. He rolled
uncontrollably toward the gaping maw. Scorching heat
greased his way. The long descent into the Cave of the
Matriarchs was the last journey he would ever take.