The Ballad of

Lily and Jane:

Songs From The First Wave

by Kathereine Vik

SOLSTICE

Then, one by one, over a million people, in the space of a few hours, vanished. One by one, and in groups, people just sort of blinked off, present one moment, gone the next.

DEEPLY AWAKE – MY PAW

I want to let you in a few miracles that are going on in my life. It has been a mixed bag, coming to this blog, I am sure, because although there is always, or nearly always, a sense of resolution with each of my essays, there is also a string which connects each to the other, and to deep issues which can be sort of painful to explore, I think. And I do apologize for that, but it's more due to this life being weird and my very own process.

On the way up in the elevator I had a thought. It dawned on me that I never called my neighbor this evening as I had planned on doing. Her mom died yesterday, and she needs help packing. I know I can save things by an early morning call to her, and I began to think about how I would approach her, in her complicated grief.

What came into my mind is that her mom did quite a feat. I know the energy now is much more pure, much more multidimensional than it was before the 12-12-12. I am clear on that point now. So, here is this 90 year old lady, who, in her day was I guess quite the raving bitch, but she made it! She got over the hump! She helped, in her very own way, to play her part in the awakening of the planet. Sure, she seems to have done it through discord and disharmony, but she still contributed. God! She must be so proud! And now she gets to spend her first Christmas fully conscious in 90 years. How awesome is that?

DEEPLY AWAKE – YESTERDAY

I am hoping that the 12-12-12 was everything you wanted it to be.

This is written for those whose 12-12-12 was neither magical nor comfortable. You guys, and I, need some encouragement today.

I was not visited by a space ship. No Ascended Masters came and made me a meal, taught me the mysteries, and left me their number. I did not glow, neither did I hum, shake, or get nauseated. I had a couple of those deep,deep flushes that I thought would turn into something more, another blacking out, but, no, I recovered quite nicely.

I sat in a tight ball of pain yesterday. Not one area of my life, many of which, regardless of my bitching, were going surprisingly well, worked out yesterday.

I sat in my recliner all day. That is all I did. I felt pushed down by a great weight. I kept imagining myself, quite to my dismay, as if I was glowing-on-fire. I felt expectant, detached, completely detached, and yet, highly disturbed. Little flutters of fear, big waves of it, that sharp, tangy fear that rides your body from the deep down stomach, and then shocks its way all the way up you from your core, a knowing of disaster.