Ice Age Metaphysics - Consciousness Frozen in Time
The true Ice Age is a metaphor for 'Consciousness Frozen in Time' that is melting down and thawing. These are the cycles of humanity and the physical experience. During a so-called Ice Age, it is consciousness that freezes, reawakening in another consciousness grid reality of experience. Reality moves in cycles called Time. All realities are parallel, the slinky effect and are illusion, virtual experiences much like the virtual world Second Life. The Age of Technology allows us to understand our reality as consciousness programming, along with the Age of Spirituality which allows us to become self aware, heal, balance, regain our powers, and become fully consciousness.
The meltdown of ice is a metaphor for consciousness frozen in time awakening as in the flow of water, the collective unconscious, our consciousness grids or matrix, akashic record, the place where knowledge begins to flow from the river, metaphors linked with the annual flooding of the Nile. Our consciousness enters 'water' to experience, 'Go with the flow'.
Souls are drawn to live near bodies of water, often coastal areas, the magnetic pull of the sea of consciousness. We see evolution created from the sea, rising from the water, created by Amphibious Gods.
This also reference the awakening of consciousness in the water which takes us to Flood Stories.
This helps explain Hapgood's theory of Crustal Displacement.
At least 72% of the human body is water. We are told to drink water for optimal health.
The dates between Ice Ages correlates with Precession of the Equinoxes - approximately 13,000 year cycles in time - which takes us to Sacred Geometry = 12 around 1 - the genetic blueprint of our reality which repeats in cycles called time.
This geometry is also reflected in snowflakes, which takes us to fractal geometry to chaos - to the void - matter and antimatter that merge at zero point.
In the Age of Technology, one could view the Ice Age as a computer that has frozen, a reboot needed, or a move to the next level of technology, something more sophisticated that ultimately works by thought conscious.
An analogy using film or video programming would be -- the characters viewed are animations. There are times the program is paused or frozen. At these times the program can be deleted - rewound - fast forwarded - or edited. This is how reality works at a consciousness level.
For those who have been reading Crystalinks since it began in 1995, you may recall that closure of our consciousness program is linked to many triggers, including the Penguin, Woolly Mammoth and the Walrus. When I wrote about the walrus in the 1990's, I would always see him sitting on a snow bank that was melting down. From writer Lewis Carroll we find The Walrus and The Carpenter -- Alice's Adventures in Wonderland -- Through the Looking-Glass -- all metaphoric tales about our reality. We are Alice who fell down the rabbit hole and are chasing the mad hatter through the illusion of time. Tick tock. Time is running out.
The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.
The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"
The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead--
There were no birds to fly.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"
"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.
"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
The Walrus did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."
The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head--
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.
But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.
Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."
"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"
"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.
"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."
"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?
"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"
"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"
"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.
"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.
MEMORY GAINED AND LOST IN TIME
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