How was I supposed to know she was the Red Queen from Alice in Wonderland when she called and asked if I knew anyone that could grow plants for her licenced business? Seeds that she was likely the Red Queen were sown as she always tried to slice someone’s head off with her words or eyes. It was completely clear when I woke shocked and laughing from a dream about a year and a half later when she and the Tweedles were spotlighted in said dream. Yes, the Tweedles worked there too. I guess the rest of us were just supposed to be cards. But I don’t like getting played or having people played against each other.
For years I worked mostly by myself in nature, growing things. Tuning myself, as best I could, to the natural rhythms and humors of this world. Then, a couple years ago, she offered me this job. A job that couldn’t be turned down growing plants I’d waited a lifetime to tend. Out of nowhere this offer arose. I was just doing my thing, preparing for next lift off.
Before that offer, I had been preparing for lift off by making space on multiple planes. Got rid of a bunch of stuff from existing spaces. Cleaned up the old farm by trashing physical “resources” I had gathered, those things that might be useful some day. A good bit of stuff was thrown away, given away, or burned. I was working on burning karmic seeds. I was doing some breath work, trance and meditation, energy and other healing sessions… I was putting effort into becoming the me I had come to this planet to be. More groundedness, more emptiness, more openness, and a more expansive existence was the intention. I built structures to give more space for an expanding agricultural venture and a potential new communal meditative pursuit. The space I created got filled with things and activities I hadn’t prepared for, I hadn’t thought possible. Oh yeah, and Covid. Not the stuff I was visualizing and moving toward. Not what I anticipated. But I opened to it anyway and accepted.
When everyone else was put in quarantine, I ventured out of my Shangri la and into Wonderland, where everyone was mad. The place was mad in a White Rabbit sort of frenzied way rather than the Hatter’s sillier kind of shenanigans and tea sipping way. The job was double essential: agricultural and medical. I was “living the dream” in a “dreams can be nightmares” sort of way. I was proud to be there, as a pioneer of the industry in the southern US. And at the same time, it was a shit show of turning that magical plant into a capitalist commodity. I gave them two years of my life while the life I had anticipated waited.
An 8 to 5 gig was not something I ever aspired to. It always seemed like the kind of drudgery that tied people to a sense of lack and left them lackluster. Human beings, turning cogs in the wheel. Yes, there are many who get great joy from the grind, but those that work for their passion often seemed the least paid in actual money. And once you exchange money for your passion, it could deflate or redirect enthusiasm. There I was, making pretty good money under the watchful camera eyes of the machine.
So here I am now, back from the time warp. On the path I strayed from two years ago. Similar yet fractally different. Same place with eight seasons passage different, one each for the limbs. And here it’s been: all this expansive open space that makes me feel grounded, empty and ready to be overflowing in every moment arriving. Here and now. So now I want to gather and talk about different paths and diverse ways, ways of tuning our vibrations in harmony, ways of working together to create mutualisms. Mixing in lots of the Dharana and Dhyana for which I thought I had made open space for two years ago when the Red Queen called and slipped me into the rabbit hole. Arriving in this place and time that feels like was left it behind, it’s magnetically right in front of us.
ShockedT 