“I am not thoughtless but am prepared for anything and as a result can wait patiently for whatever the future holds in store, and I’ll be able to endure it.”

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

I once took a course at California University State Northridge. It was a survey course, a history of early drama where I learned about the importance of the chorus. How early Greek plays built their dramas up using a chorus.

I highlight this song from the play Hair today because the elements of its structure are ancient. A singer, a story and a moral application which is amplified by a chorus.

We are living in one of the darkest times of our country’s history. This song is filled with foresight. The contrary experiences we face now are profound and we can not escape. What happens to the mass body bags? We do need to wear masks made from factories.

A grand mystery drama is upon us as a nation, and we stand here.

Thinking upon The Magic Flute story and how at the darkest time is when the light comes. Are we waiting for deus ex machina?

I “wait patiently for whatever the future holds in store.”

Yes, corny as it may sound, “let the sunshine in! “

Being a religious study major I have stumbled upon some interesting books and libraries. Many of my books set upon my bookshelf collecting dust. They call me and reveal more to me over the years.  Yesterday was the winter solstice. It was nice to feel inspiration to study from one of the most interesting books in my Religious Studies experience.  A quote from the Nag Hammadi library.

It is The Sophia of Jesus Christ that caught my attention again. The quote that revealed itself to me is a very mind-expanding perspective about the Christian or Gnostic creation story.

I think the quote does challenge the dogma of Christianity today. The Sophia of Jesus Christ is not spoken of very much. First off it includes Mary as one of the Apostles. Also, it says something about Christ that is very modern and remarkable. In this chapter Christ is talking to his apostles as they ask him questions, she answers them.

“I want you to know that first man is called Begetter, self-perfect Mind, He reflected with Great Sophia his consort and revealed his first begotten androgynous son. His male name is designated First Begetter son of God; his female name First Begettress Sophia Mother of the Universe. Some call her love. Now first begotten is called Christ, since he has authority form his father, he created a multitude of Angels without number for retinue from Spirit and Light”

(104-105)

https://hudleyflipside.com/2013/10/12/saturn-is-a-god/

Amber is fossilized tree resin that has been appreciated for its color and natural beauty since Neolithic times

At a time when chaos is weaving a strange web. The realm of contrary ways bangs and crashes along. So many people dying and the lack of human compassion to simply stop the spread of COVID19 by just wearing a piece of material, or manufactured paper material, on their faces… is this not insane?

I go back to Kurt Vonnegut’s Slaughter-House-Five. … a theme that carries my life.

Between life and death are the moments.

“We are in the amber of the moment.” I am placed now reflecting moments during my senior years. Reflecting on the history of life that is filled with adventure. The smell of wild sage, riding the punk slam pits like riding waves at Huntington beach. I found riding waves much more terrifying than the pit! I feel as Billy Pilgrim did.

Years ago, I had an extraterrestrial experience. The UFO opened and a little grey guy dressed in royalty focused a beam of light upon my brain. I was filled with images, symbols, words I could not read or understand. It all came at me so fast! I thought I would implode

“Stop,” I said.

I did not understand the term downloading then. Like most myths and symbols, they reveal knowledge slowly. “Because this moment simply is. Have you ever seen bugs trapped in amber?”

I have learned to let life, my life, reveal long and slowly as moments to me.

“There are no telegrams on Tralfamadore. But you are right: each clump of symbols is a brief, urgent message-describing a situation, a scene. We Tralfamdorians read them all at once, not one after the other. There isn’t any particular relationship between all the messages, except that the author has chosen them carefully, so that, when seen all at once, they produce an image of life that is beautiful and surprising and deep. There is no beginning, no middle, no end, no suspense, no moral, no causes, no effects. What we love in our books are the depths of many marvelous moments seen all at one time.”

In all the books I have read and research I have done this above quote explains my personal UFO experience. Even depth psychology, Jungian psychology, ufology, esoteric studies, religious studies, film noir, punk rock music or jazz did not explain this experience to me. This full moon in Sagittarius is an amber moment for me.