Today is MidSummer Solstice.
Because of the worldwide pandemic, this year Stonehenge is shut down to the public and no ceremony took place there in honor of the pagan holiday. However, because of the magic of technology, the society that protects the monument streamed the sunset live from within the Circle of Stones.
I watched, captivated for 90 minutes. Every once in a while, the main camera would switch to another camera, held by a human who moved around inside the Circle, allowing a close-up shot of the stones. Each time it happened, I wept.
After about 80 minutes of watching it, I had this strong urge to reach up and touch one of the three stones I could see on my screen. The one on the left was calling to me and even though I was nearly 5,000 miles away from it and watching it on my computer, when I touched my computer screen, I had a cellular memory wake up within me and a shiver ran through my system. My fingers remembered feeling the stone.
Touching my computer screen and activating my memories caused something to shift inside me. I could feel myself traveling space and time as I watched the clouds drift by the majestic stones. I could feel things inside me changing. I could feel the call to sleep. The very distinctive call my Dudes use when They want me to be unconscious for training, transformation, or travel.
I carried my laptop upstairs to my bedroom, feeling the familiar trance-drowsiness that comes with this call. It is a heavy sensation, so different than the feeling of being physically tired. It is a distinct awareness that if I don’t “land” somewhere soon, I’m just going to topple over where I am like a standing robot who has crumbled to an impotent pile of metal because its power has been cut. I made it to my bed just moments before I was fully unconscious.
In my sleep, I had a dream. I was inside the Circle and someone – a man – was talking. The experience was *so* vivid inside the dream! I could feel the wind and smell the mists. The masculine voice resonated through the earth. I could feel it pulsating beneath my feet.
I was standing beside the towering rock and my hand went out to touch it. When my skin made contact with the cool surface, I had the distinct impression that I was there beside it. NOW.
I turned my body so that my hand could still touch the stone, but I could face the man that was speaking. I adjusted my point of view in the dream, as if I were a cameraman, angling his equipment for the perfect shot.
I heard someone ask, “But why are we doing this?”
My head snapped in the direction of the voice, feelings of frustration rising within me. *I* knew why we were there; everyone should have been clear before they stepped into the Circle. We were there to make the necessary adjustments.
In my head, my voice echoed, “So that the world stops tilting.”
The texture of the stone beneath my hand had changed. It was no longer a rock but was, instead, a Being, dressed in robes of heavy material. My human brain equated the sensation beneath my hand to be the feeling of the weight of light cancelling curtains.
My eyes followed the column of material upward. The Being was much larger than its representative stone. When it turned to look down at me, it had no face, but I felt its smile go through me.
Instinctively, I smiled back and answered the person’s “why,” with the truest answer I could come up with, “So we are ready for the explosion that is coming in December.”
I didn’t say the words out loud, but I could feel them: at Midwinter Solstice.
The “s” sound at the end of “solstice” echoed and bounced around in my head forever, seemingly, the sound becoming wavery and distorted, then morphing into the sound of stone on stone. The movements all around me caught my attention as the Beings turned back into stone and my hand was resting on cold rock again.
The dream diffused into the ethers as my bedroom door opened and I was yanked out of the astral plane and back to earth. My daughter needed me.
I’ve been awake for an hour and I’m still not here. The cobwebs are thick and the certainty I felt inside the Circle is fading, filling with questions. The biggest question being: was it enough?
When I was there, I had known what we were doing and why. I had known that all that was required of me was to be there, to be witness. That my presence was enough. That me being there *was* the key, that there was nothing else I had to “do” to affect the change we were seeking to invoke. I had known that my willingness to be present, the urge to touch that stone and connect… it had been enough. It had been everything. I had felt that assuredness in every cell.
Now, though? Now, in the waking world, all I feel is concern about the possibility of an impending explosion and wondering what that means and if our actions in the Circle of Stones had invoked the change we’d been hoping for…
