Hay Buhay (Oy Vey),
I know, I know, I am posting these LizNews and you are getting mighty sick of it. I am swiftly losing my 5 pelagato readers ("pelagato" --- Chilean for (más-menos) "scrawny hairless cat")...
Well, you are certainly FREE, free to ignore me, free to read the blogs with the five million readers and subscribers. I wasn't born on this Earth to have five million husbands. To have ANY husband, in fact. Why oh why was I born on this Earth? I won't know for sure until the Galactics land and there's a wing-ding as they move into your city (and mine --- btw this is a line from Sheryl Crow's "There Goes the Neighborhood", one of my fave songs).
I suspect, though, that I was born to frighten those five million prospective husbands away, HAHAHA.
Okay, listen, all bee-essing aside, it's Sunday, February 23, 2025.
Liz is starting the process of packing up everything, finding a decent moving company, and getting her nerdy ass out of this mountain cottage, snif-snof, bwaaaahhh.....leaving my beloved Cerro Pochoco, the birds who've sung to me for nearly ten whole years every morning, the scorpions I've avoided stepping on and getting stung by (I've saved them by sweeping them up into a dustpan and throwing them outside into the bushes)... the bunny rabbits and baby birds I've saved from my cats... not the snakes though...
Yes, leaving the mountain refuge and testing ground (winters are getting way colder, it's snowing more and more often), and moving to a cozy, tranquil alternative community in the municipality of La Reina.
Thanks to my loving family, a true gift from them.
Everything is upside-down in the world, things are changing at breakneck speed, and I LOVE CHANGE.
I'm an Aquarian. I'm a future human. Yep, I confess it. I love the past, and I am of the future. Love paradoxes. Paradoxes are a key sensitivity for poetry. Also, for existential survival, reconciliation and (with a bit of luck) bliss.
Mystery of mysteries. We have suffered. My God, how we have suffered. We have suffered so much, we've ceased to feel it. We've attached ourselves to suffering. The people who hurt us most, are the ones we refuse to separate from. I won't bore you with that litany though.
Our suffering is about to end.
I dare say.
I mean the dumb, senseless, collective misery of Humanity that goes on, second after second, minute after minute, without you and me even noticing or knowing or seeing ... but yes, we do feel it. In some part of ourselves, in some atom of our physicality, we do.
It's got to happen. So we finally let go.
CONSCIOUSLY.
The conscious part is what brings on the pain.
You know, here's the secret of why Humanity has been Asleep for eons: consciousness hurts.
Before it brings peace, awareness must go through pain.
It's extremely uncomfortable to move from sleep to waking state. Like a plane that has to rev its motors to start rolling down the tarmac, and it has to make a HUGE NOISE and rocket engines THRUST, before it can lift off.
Then, it's just the air flowing past the wings... and you've left that stone-cold, hard ground behind.
You're in flight.
I've been in flight for many years now. Got used to flight. (No, not escape: flight.)
And I tell you, I swear to God, I don't really miss the cold hard ground.
It wasn't for me any longer, past a certain age and experiential threshold.
So all this that's happening, to me, is all of Humanity going through that revving-up of jet engines.
Lots of people don't want to lift off.
The majority like 3D, jes fine.
3D is known, comfy, numbness.
And their Freedom is Sacrosanct.
They won't take flight.
They'll go six feet under, or return to dust inside a high-tech coffin.
The good news is that, once free of their envelope, they'll soar anyway. Just that it won't feel like soaring. Not for a long while. They're gonna be pretty lost, they won't have a navigation system, they'll be adrift.
Because they were adrift in 3D, and it was what they chose, freely.
Well... maybe not so freely. They just were at the level they were at.
To each his / her own level, soul journey, spirit process, evolutionary path, human freedom.
May you all surpass Suffering and find your Happiness.
See you in the Empyrean (my fellow fliers).
Love,
Liz
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