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February 15, 2021

The memory caught him by surprise. He was not ready for the twisting knots in his Solar Plexus, and the adrenaline rush that skyrocketed blood pressure and opened the gateway behind his eyes to the growing burst of light that beckoned him to pass through the portal. He knew he was changing. He sensed the change. But where was it leading? Was he ready? Would he ever be ready? Glancing at the digital clock, he was not surprised. 10:10. How many times each day did an unplanned out of the blue urge to see the time signature reveal a paired number. This is how, he concluded, the Universe in all of its complex consciousness communicated. But what was the message? When this synchronicity began, he concluded that it was “a higher power of his understanding,” something greater than himself, nameless, and he surrendered his will and his life. Since that point in time, his perception of his world, his place in the world was changing. When he saw a need in the fellowship, he created a safe place for others of his kind to come and explore as he had once done. The responsibility for change, his change, was his alone. He now knew this. And he knew that was the way it was for them as well. Each taking responsibility. For the now moment. For all the past moments that still created this reaction. As he reflected, the words of Joseph Campbell surfaced. “Are you the vehicle of consciousness, or are you the Consciousness?” Deep stuff.