Last night I was in the right place at the right time. Tijeras, New Mexico, outside of Albuquerque. (For those of you who don't remember your high school Spanish, "tijeras" means "scissors." So a shout out to the one-of-a-kind "Cutter" from Cosmic Encounters is in order.)
Fisher's grandparents moved to Tijeras in 2013 from Detroit (aka "The D"). Even though Fisher's dad and I went our separate ways a few years ago, I am grateful and honored to still be considered part of Fisher's dad's family. "Gramma D" and "Grampa D" as we call them -- you can take them out of "The D," but you can't take "The D" out of them -- didn't just fly Fisher out to visit, but they also paid my way too. (THANK YOU, Gramma & Grampa D.) And even though they aren't my own parents, I feel more at home with Fisher's dad's family than I do almost anywhere else.
I say almost anywhere else, because as a spiritual being in a physical body, I don't think I'm going out on a limb introducing the idea that I don't actually come from here. Here, being Earth. I would venture a claim that actually none of us do. As Pierre Teilhard de Chardin said, "We are not human beings having a spiritual experience; we are spiritual beings having a human experience." And all the while our human experience plays itself out on Earth, our true home is beyond the physical world. So when that uneasy feeling of not belonging here may touch your consciousness, that's okay! In fact, it's natural! We don't belong here! We're just visiting. And for as long as we inhabit our physical bodies, we're just passing through. Think of it as one looooong vacation from our true home in the Cosmos. In the Ether. In the Energetic Spiritual Plane beyond what can be seen with the physical eyes or felt with the physical hands.
Speaking of the Cosmos, that brings me to explain how last night I found myself in the right place at the right time.
Every August, the week-long Perseid meteor shower occurs. This year, the Perseids were in "outburst", which means the meteors appeared at double the usual rate. The last time this occurred was in 2009.
Last night marked the peak of the Perseid meteor shower outburst. It was the best night to see the most meteors. And last night was our final night in the desert mountains. So if ever there were a night to spend away from over-lit civilization under a clear, dark sky, last night was it.
And there I was, in Tijeras, New Mexico. The night happened to be crystal clear, hardly a cloud in the sky. There was a refreshingly cool breeze in the dry, humid-free air. There were no mosquitoes or other insect-beings that could potentially disrupt my enjoyment of the cosmic light show. And being up in the mountains, I was free of city lights, street lights, even lights from neighboring houses. (Gramma and Grampa's neighbors are a healthy distance apart from each other.) Fisher gave it his all to stay up with me to watch the meteor shower, but he quickly succumbed to sleep. So it was just me and the stars. And the outburst of meteors streaking through the darkness.
There I lay, on Gramma and Grampa's comfy outdoor recliner, snuggled up in a cozy blanket. Completely at peace. As the night sky slowly shifted, I too shifted in and out of sleep. Every time I awoke, I was greeted by another meteor, Gliding Over All. (That's right, Breaking Bad fans -- I totally just did that.) In the mountains of New Mexico. Tijeras. Scissors. Cutting. Cutting cords -- albeit physical or energetic. Cords that keep me stuck, bound up in the daily drama of Earth Life. Bound to relationships, situations, and physical entities that no longer serve my highest and best. Instead, I choose to cut those cords and free myself to soar. To fly through the night sky like all those meteors.
Every time I spotted one, a deeply happy smile escaped into the darkness of the night. I felt comforted. I felt held. I felt supported by the Universe, by the Great Spirit.
I felt a little bit more at Home.
Perseid Meteor Shower in August 2016, from LA Times