Driving along the Kapaa bypass last night, full moon on my right, dense clouds and rain on my left, looking, hoping, for a moonbow crowning the Giant, though none appeared. Just as I arrived home, the rain overtook the moon and each time I awoke from sleep — or perhaps that is what woke me — I heard it drumming on the roof, splattering against the window, pouring from the eaves.
It's the season of rainy weather, and so of rats trying to come inside to stay dry. Paele is out on the screen porch, whining and circling the washing machine, beneath which a rat may very well be hiding, but it ain't coming out so long as Paele is there, and he won't leave unless I drag him away.
And so they continue their game of hide and seek, in much the same scenario that is being carried out on battlefields around the world.
It's Veterans Day, and though I hate war, I have nothing but respect and compassion for the men and women sent, willingly or not, to risk or give or mess up their lives fighting for causes that generally have nothing to do with truth, justice and the spread of democracy, even though that's how they're invariably packaged.
In his remarks at an Arlington Cemetery ceremony, Obama, ignoring the blood on his hands, proclaimed: "The tide of war is receding."
Would that it were true. But even as he ends the occupation of Iraq, mostly because they're kicking us out, we are stepping up drone attacks in Pakistan, Yemen and god knows where else, and pouring billions into a vague “war on terror” even as programs that benefit veterans and others are slashed.
In light of all that, it's interesting to note that on this day of honoring warriors, we're also observing the date 11-11-11, which in metaphysical circles is seen as extremely significant, since 11 in numerology is a master number. As The Cosmic Path describes it:
We are all here in this lifetime, at this point in time and space on this planet, to master our lower selves and evolve into more enlightened beings. It’s why we’re here and here we are. We are getting it, at last, that it is a group consciousness, made up of individual aspects of the oneness. Step into Love today, which is another way of saying step into your Self, because from here on in it will be a different world.
I don't know if a line up of the numbers actually can initiate change, but certainly, change is needed, and as I see it, part of “getting it” is honoring and supporting the re-emergence of the feminine. And here's one good reason, articulated in an article about why all those coaches and Penn State officials failed to call the cops when they learned of allegations that Sandusky was abusing young boys:
Also, female groups tend to connect around doing the right thing. “When women get together,” says [Harvard Medical School associate clinical professor William] Pollack, “they assess what the right or best thing is, and then decide as a group how to accomplish it.
“But male groups bond by suppressing shame and promoting the idea that their group is invulnerable,” he continues. “So their focus is on one another and not—in this case—the victim.”
In light of that alone, wouldn't you rather see women run the world — or at least have equal standing in it? Which is not to knock men, just some of the systems they've created, largely because they've been conditioned and programmed, like all of us, to behave certain ways.
But that which has been layered on can be peeled off.
So when I set my intention, both personal and planetary, on this potentially portentious day — because why not behave as if our thoughts matter? — it will be to peel off the layers that prevent us from choosing love.
And on that note, let me leave you with an amazing little video that serves as a good reminder to keep looking up.