As we approach 2012, I am reminded of a whisper from the past,
that we are responsible for the quality of our reality. That we are
gathered here in the final years, together, to make a difference in
the outcome.

That we promised to do so, has most likely escaped you, but perhaps a
small shiver of recognition will remind you of days and lifetimes, far
and near, when we were excited about the possibilities held within the
secrets of what we then knew.

That we would tend to one another, and gently awaken each other, as
our time came to do so. We agreed to wait at the great door to the
beyond, together, with awe and expectation, I washing your feet, and
you washing mine.

We agreed that to shape the future, which was then unclear to us, and
was fraught with many unknown angles and turns, a labyrinth from which
none had returned, we must convene, as we have lifetime after
lifetime, together, hand in hand, before the gaping maw of eternity,
to stand together, once again, naked before our Creator.

Within our grasp, but not within it, the realization that befalls the
metamorphosing, struggling caterpillar, that he had not said goodbye
to his siblings, and in their blindness, wouldn't know where he had
gone, or why.

As the first microscopic crystal within your mind, bursts forth with
a blinding light of recognition, your Soul retreats for fear of
disappearing in a flash of your own brilliance, and the knowledge of
who and what you are.

Kronos