Entering the Infinity Gate
In late June 2009, a series of crop circles in southern Britain began appearing, suggesting cosmic occurrences. One circle in particular, at Waden Hill, seemed to predict a solar flare for July 7. At the date of its creation, the last week of June, the Earth was in solar minimum and had had no solar flares for some months. Then on 7/7, a large coronal mass ejection (CME) occurred. For the next several days – assuming magnetic radiation from the CME takes three days or so to reach Earth, other crop circles in this genre appeared in Wiltshire and Oxfordshire.
In the opinion of some, the ‘aliens’ were sending us messages to guide us through subsequent days. A flurry of blogs on social networks and dot-ning sites brought in ideas from quantum physicists (‘crop circles are magnetic anomalies somewhat like iron filings on paper reacting to the movement of the magnet underneath’), from croppies predicting the end of the world and from Maya-calendar enthusiasts who saw many of the latest designs as Nazca Line developments (Inca) or 2012-inspired (Maya).
Some of the late June designs show superb examples of electronic circuitry, animal and insect lifeforms; they seemed almost like the answer to Carl Sagan’s message sent to the stars in 1969 with Voyager. If we see these new designs as the stars answering, we may be on the right wavelength. Newer circles – and a massive surge in ionic and electromagnetic energies from the cosmos – are now pointing toward the present three-day window leading up to eight-eight (August 8th, 2009) or the Infinity Gate.
The premise is this:
In the year 1900 human civilization had amassed a body of knowledge stretching back 6,000 years to the Sumerians. By 1950, we had amassed a similar quantity of knowledge in 50 years. By 1980 we were assimilating this amount of data every 2 years. Now, in 2009, human consciousness, with the aid of cell phones, the internet and satellite communications, is capable of absorbing this data in one calendar month. We are on a threshold which the Maya called End Times: not because civilization ends, but because consciousness reaches a new dimension of comprehension.
So messages from the stars – or you could see it as our own cosmic consciousness replying to itself – are building as we reach the Infinity Gate: a window of solar light and galactic energy that’s due to open two days from now on eight-eight.
We can walk through, if we wish.
Elders descended from original Maya recently broke their silence of 527 years: the date of 21 December 2012 is an arbitrary one. The stargate through which human consciousness leaps into the ‘New Earth’ [Eckhart Tolle, The Bible] could come any time between now and then. We’ve already reached critical mass. We’ve already passed the million mark of like-minded souls who believe in ‘creating a new reality’.
The summer of 2009 may be remembered for its triple eclipses, a triad of celestial events which made Man look to the heavens. It may go down in the history books as the moment Man changed, pulled on his mantle of awareness, entered the Infinity Gate and reclaimed his God-given image. But Man has not been very good at pulling himself out of his ‘synthetic’ reality (freeways, finance, politics, poverty) and reconnecting with his ancestral roots in the home planet, the mother which has nurtured him during those 6,000 years of civilization. The Maya and the Hopi and the Lakota and many tribes who still ‘remember’ their past predict that only when Modern Man reconnects with the Ancient World – the ancestral matriarchy which saw humans as children of the earth – will he enter the Infinity Gate.
It would be nice if this eight-eight did it for us. Its symbolism alone is intriguing: 8 sideways is the symbol for infinity.
If enough of us hold the vision together we could jump-start the New Earth. My feeling is we can. Some of us will. It would be miraculous if a large chunk of humanity were to do it too. Our consciousness is ripe for allowing this to happen. It’s as easy as dipping into a pool of violet light, a lagoon of awareness.
Let’s take a dip: Let’s go for it.