I've just been involved in a bit of a controversy in the house where I live (a workshop & residence centre, part of a spiritual community that runs educational programmes) that had to do with a discrepancy in time between the battery-powered clock in the entranceway and the main, radio-controlled clock in the centre of the building, just by the Reception desk. The latter is the clock that we basically go by, being the correct time, but a guest felt misled when the clock in the entranceway indicated that our bus over to the other side of the community left too early, causing her to miss it. The switching-around of available clocks in the house that ensued left some bad feelings in the way it was handled, and, for at least one of the participants in the drama, the feeling that it was all a bit of a tempest in a teapot. His email comment on the kerfuffle started with an ironic 'What a fun thing to focus on at these times of changes'. I found myself replying to his email thusly: "I think it's interesting, in the larger scheme of things. The 'message' here, in its essence, is: It's time. Pay attention to the time."
That 'time' included, for me, a very disturbing article this week on the Internet about the risks scientists are taking in creating chimeras, ie, crosses between human DNA and animal DNA. For good, scientific reasons, having to do with human organ transplants and such. But it would appear that it is being engaged in recklessly, without dutiful regulation, and concern for the potential adverse outcomes, from 'mad scientists' simply doing their thing, beyond the concerns of humanity. Humanity, to them, often being a nuisance, in the pursuit of 'pure science'.
The bottom line: Just because you can do something doesn't mean that you should do something.
I was reminded, in this context, of the value in our day and age of the Internet. Before this 'time' - the time of massive informational access by all - 'they' could get away with things because 'they' controlled the media. The Spanish-American War at the turn of the 20th century was a Hearst-papers-inspired caper. The Lusitania-sinking story by a German U-boat inveigled the U.S. into the European war (subsequently known as WWI). Pearl Harbor. The Tonkin Gulf 'incident'. Etc etc: the work of manipulators of the human psyche, to accomplish their ends. Those ends being, in a nutshell: money and power.
Well; no more. We are entering into a new era. The era of information, on the one hand. And of transformation, on the other.
A transformation of consciousness on Earth. And, consequently, of societal structure.
A New Age. Brought about by the leaving of money behind, in the establishing of a higher motive for 'doing' than the relatively immature one of 'making money'. Releasing the training wheels of interest-bearing money and fractional-reserve banking, and being motivated to provide goods and services to one another, and give of our best to one another, out of, in a word, Love. Out of gratitude to our Creator for life with meaning.
And thus leaving the realm of 'drama' behind - of playing parts in a drama. Taking turns playing the different parts. Creating karma in the process. Which is keeping us from the real purpose to the whole exercise.
Which is to return to Source, the better for the experience of separation.
The Prodigal Son, returning. And being feasted in the return. Having found his way out of the thicket of Illusion, mesmerized by such distractions and mental magnets as money, and sex, and power.
Kids' stuff. We're ready, now, for graduation.
How do I feel about 'it' - all the horror and pain and trash that accrues from allowing the space for free will?
Yes, it's painful. Yes, it has its horrors. But I am an advocate of free will, still. And its overarching lesson, that 'Without a vision, the people perish'. Wander in the woods; can't find their way out easily, so decide to stay in the view-deprived thicket. Until they come to their better senses. One by one. And then exponentially. With the help of high-tech communication forms.
Time to release the drama, and inherit the real thing.
Knowing, that we are not totally innocent in all that has happened. If we were, it wold never have happened.
There is Justice in the universe.
Judge not, lest ye be judged.
Because we each have played all the parts possible.
And now, it's time for the Return.
Knowing the place as if for the first time.