“I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord. And I’ve been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord” Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord, oh Lord” – In The Air TonightPhil Collins

Not long ago my mailman told me 3,000 dolphins had washed up dead on the Peruvian coast. No one knows why or how but there is speculation. Conservationists claim the cause is acoustic testing offshore by oil companies. If true, it’s yet another awful price we pay for our nation’s careless heroin oil addiction.

Mailman believes it’s the result of global warming, and, as do many authors hawking doomsday books, it foretells a lead up to a realization of the Maya’s “Long Count” calendar, marking the end of a 5,126-year era; the end of humankind we should expect on Dec. 21, 2012. Personally I think it’s possible this theory is nothing more than their calendar had to end somewhere.

But I am no shaman or Nostradamus so I wouldn’t know. But what I do feel, not see or hear but instinctively know in my mind’s eye, is America is experiencing a union immemorial existential zeitgeist; a feeling that something transformational is in the air; a thing symbolized by the Occupy Moment soon to be an Occupy Movement that stresses the collective; not a trickle down of power from anointed leaders but empathetic expressions of young people everywhere sharing a KONY 2012 style flash mob connectivity for universal good, enabled by a generations scientific electronic revolution breathing action into the axiom that once a consciousness becomes true for enough of us, a tipping point, it becomes true for all of us.

Whatever it is something wonderful is transpiring that I haven’t felt since we joined unison in another time when America cleansed itself with chaos; the Aquarian period just prior to the Nixon counter-reformation; that tumultuous revolutionary heartbeat of the pioneering 1960’s. This phenomenon is visible in a simple truth; the undeniable way people look each other in the eye when they meet, sharing their passions through access to ubiquitous Internet connections; making it possible for the first time in history to broadcast the knowledge that a metaphysical occurrence is at hand.

Despite the cynical rhetoric permeating the silly season; (that period just prior to and after a presidential election) the emotional tone of this new consciousness is esthetic, optimistic and loving. This transcendent occurrence is an event physiological, rational and intellectual; yet it doesn’t take a formal education to understand we are beginning to feel we are all in this drama together.

In a pseudo Id sense, springing from the Freudian psychoanalytic theory of the psyche that is unconscious, a primitive instinctive impulse is shouting that we must all pull together to meet a challenge that fought together will transform our thinking and ease our spiritual recovery. It’s a Rastafarian philosophical awakening that informs us that the purpose of life is working collectively to produce the goal of happiness; the crux notion that we can not get there alone.

A shift in consciousness is occurring that will leave the Virgo influences, (those feelings of having lingered too long at the party), that spawned the exaltation of celebrity behind and foster a new popular mind dream exemplar that to be noble, virtuous and moral for the sake of everyone is not pious or religiously grandiose and dogmatic but essential to effect the coming about of a world we all wish, had we our druthers, we could make.

This ephemeral thread that connects us, this chord of music that lives in the public spaces both in and outside us, this metaphysical phenomenon is surely happening, after the thirty years of Reagan inspired selfish disregard for anything save ourselves, evangelized by the divide and conquer power élite, is a trust for and a loyalty to, not only each other, but to the whole of humanity.

Maybe it’s all just wishful thinking; a kind of mass hysteria. Dylan said “If they could see my mind dreams they probably put my head in a guillotine”. I wonder; can you feel it too; the ending of one thing and the beginning of another? Are the Mayan foretelling the beginning of the end; or are the seeds blooming signals of a new consciousness; the end of a beginning?



About circusinpurgatory
Nick Masesso Jr’s fictionalized short stories, poetry and prose have been published in the Starry Night Review, Elegant Thorn Review, Language and and Vagabond Press; the Battered Suitcase. His latest book “Armor of Innocence” and first book “Walking the Midway in Purgatory, a Journal” are available on-line and through bookstores.

6 Responses to Convergence

  1. I really enjoyed reading this post. Thank you.

    I believe that the current economic situation in many countries is meaning that people are forced to think rather than to spend – the opium is running low. Whether real change takes place may depend upon the longevity of the down turn – if the comfortable become uncomfortable they may join the debate. Change must go through its painful stages of course, it isn’t going to be nice – but it is a great opportunity for new philosophies to develop and for people to rediscover their usefulness.

  2. sarahjaneprosetry says:

    heroin oil addiction. Love that line

    And the Mayan calendar is a circle. It will restart as it ends

  3. James Mcfarland says:

    Prophetic, nightmarish, etheric, philosophical, a potent and intellectual read best to date, 9.9 rating, leaves one shaking after reading a third time. Post throughout the world before Armageddon strikes her final knell.

  4. Reblogged this on Nick Masesso, Jr. and commented:

    Maybe I was 5 years early.

    • Mayan’s hold the mystery. Think I figured it out, what I feel in the air tonight, what I felt when you posted in 2012. New calendar marks the beginning of the Apocalypse! Everything has gone to shit, since then, you think? Look forward to sequel or new entry.

      • Been around long enough to sense it’s a circle game; a pendulum swing. The first one now will later be last. In politics my guess is a blue-wave tsunami is coming. Personally the gravity of age forces me to shut down for repairs.

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