February 17, 2003
Today is my 60th birthday. The day came in like a lion and went out like a lamb.
The Blizzard of '03 is here and recorded. Last fall, I predicted this would be a cold winter with lots of snow. Luckily this is President's Week so schools are closed and many people are away on vacation.
The snow on my terrace, my large picture windows, and in the street, has created beautiful drifts. To me the snow is a symphony as it twirls past the window as large well-defined snowflakes. Later, I plan to put on my snow boats and go out for a short walk. There's still a kid inside me who likes to make snow angels and play with my grandchildren.
I remembered the blizzard of 1996, also on my birthday as that is time my friend Marcus and I met for the first time. Metaphysics and synchronicity brought is together. That February Marcus came to NY from Texas, and we spent a metaphysical week together. I had a major party here with all sorts of people coming and going for days, healers working people, a man from Australia playing the dijeridoo, psychics giving readings, lecturers, it went on and on for days, the blizzard not deterring anybody.
As of this writing, Marcus, who now goes by the name Marcus, lives in Las Vegas and works as a massage therapist, while getting his MBA. He formerly was a computer IT guy, somewhere on a genius level, and is the administrator of Crystalinks. He is the only other person I have met who has been enlightened since he was a child and has the same memories and agenda I do. We have shared much, with more to come. Of course he talks to Z.
We are in the 'land' symbolized by stone. Monoliths buried in time, bring forth information that helps us remember. It is all about remembering. The Tree is old and twisted now, its roots buried in the earth where once it grew and flourished. It is the time of winter for the old Tree, which now sleeps and waits to emerge into something more, a new Tree of Life, brought forth in the energies of Sun and Light.
Comfort Frozen In Time Delicate icicles dangle in delight.
Each frozen finger depicts a tiny light.Encapsulated in nature's preservation of time
A water droplet becomes crystallization sublime.Such pauses of reflection and awesome glory
Find their splendor in the icicle's simple story.Take time to hear her speak a word heart felt, Before the sunshine does her beauty melt.
Her still small voice holds secrets untold-
Do not fear the chills of bitter cold. Life's winters bring lessons upon which a soul can grow
As do melted icicles over heaps of bitter snow.Refreshing the ground like a soothing ointment,
Leaving behind winter's disappointment,Softening the seeds ready to burst into radiant flowers,
Comforting the heart through its anguished hours.- Elisa, A Reader of Crystalinks,
This is another symbol I have seen for years.
I equate it with children's metal jacks
rotation or spin on an axis
or someone named Jack.
Snow - Snowflakes Wikipedia
Snowflake Scientist Reveals Secrets Behind Shapes
National Geographic , February 2004
Ice Age Metaphysics - Consciousness Frozen in Time Wikipedia
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