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Whistling Past The Graveyard

By Cal Garrison

"But fear of the dark is how the dark keeps you prisoner. It's the straightjacket of denial." — Stuart Wilde

 

In a recent conversation with an old friend, a woman whose path hasn't crossed mine in about five years, I made the mistake of assuming that we could still talk about just about anything. This time, as soon I began to dig up the dirt on the situation in the Gulf of Mexico, she came out with the words: "I choose to focus on the solution, not the problem". It shut me right up. Her tone implied that she knew better than to dwell on such things, and that I was contributing to the problem by even wanting to discuss it.

For a split second I went to that place of: 'God, Cal, it's so 'un-spiritual' to be talking about this. Why are you always so obsessed with the X-rated version of the story? She seems like she's got it all figured out. Why can't you just ignore all that stuff and be like her?' — until the common sense part of me raised her hand and proceeded to remind me that it is impossible to come up with a 'solution' for anything if we are unwilling to look at the problem.

I think it was Peter Pan who taught us that everything in this reality has a shadow aspect. If even he knew that the other side of the light is part of it, why do we refuse to see it? And if the light is what we really want to connect with, how do we justify focusing on 50% of it? No matter how well we dust our perceptions with love, light, and laughter, like it or not we are still living in polarity and whatever we don't want to see has to be considered or we're only looking at half of the truth.

While I am all for heart-felt prayers and sincere and humble wishes to bring light to the problems in the Gulf of Mexico, someone please tell me; how does anyone maintain a totally angelic perspective on a situation whose hellish proportions have rated it the worst catastrophe in the history of the human race? If we think we have unlocked that secret, one has to ask; does it amount to anything more than the apocalyptic version of 'whistling past the graveyard'? And my question to those of us who believe that we can fly over the facts and take care of this situation with a wing and a prayer, is: are you clear enough about your own Mastery and do you know enough about what you're dealing with to be sure that your version of the truth and your good intentions can outshine, not just the infinite darkness of the oil, but the Luciferian energies that that drew it up to the surface?

This is no time for half baked solutions, of which many have come to my attention in the last few weeks. Some of them are based purely on the power of focused intent, which as we know is always a double edged sword. Others involve the use of gadgets and potions that have been formulated by people who have no clue how those things operate in situations that involve the most insidious form of chemical warfare, and even less of a clue as to whether or not their particular form of magic is what Mother Earth needs right now. Numerous channelers have written to inform me that so-and-so has chosen them to be the bearer of psychic solutions from beyond the grave. Please; even with a cursory knowledge of the real time horror that surrounds the Deep Water Horizon disaster, 99.9% of these well meant solutions reveal themselves to be nothing but smoke and mirrors, puffed up by God knows what.

If the road to Hell is paved with good intentions, we can congratulate ourselves for intending ourselves right down the tubes. Sometimes I wonder where all of our good intentions went; the debacle in the Gulf is definitely not what I had in mind when I set out to heal the planet. Are we all 'the Sorcerer's Apprentice'? Do any of us know what we are doing? And if we are convinced that we can perform miracles, are we 100% sure of it? Because if we are deluding ourselves, we are no different than the ones who didn't know enough about life to know what they would unleash when they blew up the Deep Water Horizon Well.

I guess it comes down to getting real; when things hit the bottom line, what else can we do? Now that we're here, it's OK to keep the prayers flowing and it's totally fine to dream up whatever we can in the form of solutions — but none of those things will amount to much if our fear of the darkness excludes any ability we might have to comprehend the truth.

As I write this I am knee deep in conspiratorial and off-world information, wondering why every passing day makes so much of it that much easier to believe. At the same time I am praying my ass off, and holding hands at the beach with my heart in my throat, right along with the rest of us. Up until now my spirit guides haven't given me the recipe or the solution for anything, but I figure if I can stay grounded in the truth of what's really going on and take all of it into my heart, I can transform the aspect of myself that has yet to embody the divine and little by little, evolve into a clearer sense of what it might take to reverse the nightmare.

Cal Garrison
July 21, 2010
Sedona, Arizona


About Cal Garrison

Cal Garrison is a practicing astrologer with 40 years of experience. At present she goes between casting horoscopes, writing books, and working as the personal assistant to Drunvalo and Claudette Melchizedek. Editor in Chief at Drunvalo's online magazine, 'The Spirit of Ma'at', Cal is also a syndicated columnist for the Associated Press. An author with five books to her credit, and another one on the way, Ms. Garrison is well known for her affiliation with the late Slim Spurling. Out of love for her mentor she continues to support his research with her dowsing, through her articles, and as the spokesperson for Slim's tools at all of Drunvalo's workshops. A single mother with three grown daughters, Cal lives happily in the Red Rocks of Sedona, Arizona. She can be reached at: cal.garrison@gmail.com