A Cup of Conversation – June 2022

“Who are you?” said the Caterpillar.

This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, “I—I hardly know, Sir, just at present—at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.”
~Alice in Wonderland.

It’s been a while since our last cup of conversation. Has anybody noticed the world shifting nervously under our feet? Billions of people still living in programmed hammocks of consciousness so even mega seismic movements of cultural, spiritual and geo-political foundations go unnoticed. Those that know, know, those that don’t, sleep.

Alice in Wonderland is a story about a girl pursuing a white rabbit down a hole into a nightmarish reality, one that none living on the surface could conceive.

The best horror science-fiction tales have monsters living unnoticed just beneath the surface of the earth then rising up to wreak destruction upon oblivious humanity.

The most deadly spiders and snakes make subterranean nests to breed and sleep before they surface to ambush prey then return to the darkness. Ballistic nuclear missile silos are sunk deep in the rock strata and lurk in dark oceans via submarines designed to run invisible, silent and deep with the sole purpose of apocalyptic destruction. Severe depression is oft described as a hole where light struggles to find the bottom. In literature, art and scripture, Hell and eternal torment are depicted as a literal place located somewhere in the center of the earth. We don’t see the pit of entry until the last day when gates open wide to receive the self-condemned. Dante and John the Revelator both gave graphic descriptions of what’s waiting in caverns of super-heated darkness until an appointed time.

I remember when physical illness struck me hard, knocking me off a proverbial cliff, tumbling down further and further away from everything familiar. Life above in the light is very different from life below in the shadows. Our triune perception of things acclimates to a given environment, but we retain memories of what once was before the tumble. Seniors remember when television was novel, a time when boys chased girls, information came by the written word and non-face-to-face communication wasn’t possible without a stamp or a phone that didn’t travel. A time when lying was met with severe consequences and shame was greatly feared. Darkness back then came by night and light by day.

In the spiritual constructs, darkness is largely described as confusion. With lights fully on, the human psyche can still dwell in darkness when truth is hidden. In the absence of truth, confusion reigns. At some point, however, truth always overcomes. When it does, clear light momentarily cripples the unprepared accustomed to the dark.

There is something rising to the surface, originating from darkness, for all to see. Something so shocking it can pierce the thickest veil of mass-formation. Like those cinematic monsters, this something has been with us a very long time, we just haven’t been paying attention.

For what it’s worth, make sure to carry a solid pair of shades in the coming months when a light of cleansing and devolving truth overcomes the darkness. The shades are a metaphor, by the way.

The sun is burning up the night and it will soon be morning again.