I always look forward to your Sunday wrap up. This was a chefs kiss to this last week. Of course, I generally have to stop during my read and do my own personal grieving and sobbing for those who have lost so much. I live in the heart of Minneapolis. We feel this so strongly- always ready at any moment to film an encounter or sound or whistles to warn the neighbors "stay inside" "Don't come out." There's an urgency in a quickening that I feel. It's also so exciting and electric and joyful at the same time. I wouldn't want it any other way. We are looking at each other again We are connected wirh the energy of resistance and collective care- it lifts my heart.
You shared about those in the 60s and I was eight years old in 1967 playing with the fairies and sprites in the woods, thinking that the world was magical and connected and kind.
I hope that I'm alive in this community time, but I do know that I have been preparing without knowing. My body is living in a frequency that is not my normal. Lately, I've not been as physically challenged by the solar weather.. a lifetime thing. That tells me my frequency might be matching more of what's coming in.
I changed the name of my practice to Healing With Heart in 2020. I have 30+ years of Heartmath experience and I've always worked on the outside edge of the medical world doing my own thing bringing in the magic where it's needed. I turned towards community care in the last two years and now I'm ready for what is coming.. we are seeding the future that I have been dreaming of all of my life. It's messy it's grief riddled, but when I'm at my lowest, I remember that it is coming ...finally. Thank you for being such a great orator of what's coming, and helping us to stay steady and focus on what's important.
As I was reading the latter part of this article what kept coming to mind was the fall of the Roman empire.
History calls that time the dark ages when the Western world was overrun by barbarian hordes and societies regressed into tribal societies. It must have felt terrifying- a world ordered from Rome falling apart, roads spanning the empire left to fall apart making communication and travel difficult with safety gone, immense buildings decaying, all the certainties that ordered life for the best part of a thousand years disappearing. It didn't happen all at once. It was a slow descent.
But life became local. No overlords deciding how life should be. Individual areas created their own worlds and yes, the model was still the strongest taking control.
But out of this time a great flowering eventually arose- the Renaissance.
It’s clearly a much smaller change than the Genesis Reset, but humans have walked great shifts before.
In Ireland there was an oral system of restorative justice called the Brehon laws which were first written down in the 7th century and were only finally superseded by English common law in the 17th century.
I’m sure there are examples in other areas of life. Templates do exist within recorded history. We do not need to doubt the resilience and ingenuity of the human race.
You have put into words what my heart knows. I am one of the seed planters from the 60's - you have helped me see what my role is going forward. Have had personal aha's in the last week that are redefining my purpose. I thank you from deep in my heart.
Everything you wrote resonates with me - right into my soul. I was finally able to put my personal experience into words this week on my own page - because I lost my job, a job that I cared about, with children than I loved deeply. It was hard, and I also had the sense that my time in licensed care was coming to an end.
When people encourage me to find another job in another centre they are surprised when I tell them that my path lies in a different direction. I’m finishing the book I started to write two years ago. I’m going to help my oldest daughter with her forest school, and start my own little class for parents and children to sing together. I’m taking a permaculture course so that I can transform this sprawling country property into a food and pollinator haven. I rent. I have to trust that I will continue to financially sustain myself through my creativity. And my love for all living systems.
I sold a house to move here just over a year ago and I am just beginning to understand why. Why we are here. Why the former tenants in our basement apartment are now our housemates. How the community around us is growing. How my music, my writing, and my love of nature and plants all connect. I think I started this leap into the new beginning - with hidden intuition and blind faith that whatever the struggle, it was the right path. The struggle is not over - and my grandchildren will have a legacy that money can’t buy - a world that will unfold where they can experience love, connection and safety.
Thank you for your words this week. I felt them in my soul.
Here it is! The longest essay the Wiz has dropped on this great turning, the great unraveling, this time of chaos and confusion. Brilliant, and totally from his open heart. To yours. To mine. I became an adult in the 60s and 70s, and helped form the counter culture, especially the natural foods as we called it. We lived together in communes and ashrams and discovered that was very difficult to share space, a small space for you and a big space together. But we did it anyway, and learned a lot and then it all seemed to fall away and everyone moved back into Lil Nuclear families because all the houses had been built that way. Only a few of us kept it up, the intentional communities, the gardens, the local foods, building farms and large intentional families.
Multigenerational households, all of that was rare, and we kept calling it the counter culture over the next decades.
The mind bending of cannabis and acid and psilocybin cannot be forgotten, as we were broken open early, and our job was to continue to break the patterns of the generations before us, experimenting with ways to live and be together, the willingness to look deep in each other. Community
Now I am an elder, and I won’t see most of these changes that Wiz describes in these series of articles he dropped today. But, I can take comfort in the seeds I have planted in my own family and the community around me. The gardens we have created, the herbal mysteries we have uncovered, to replace the pharmaceuticals that we know are poisons. The community centers we have fostered and grown in order to come together, to educate, to play, to discover what a community can really be.
The way we have continued to encourage each other to bake bread, To find our healthy open heart way through the larger culture that would steal our soul and poison our bodies.
And so we elders pass the torch, as our bodies begin to do less, yet our minds are Sharp and we want to share with you the experiences of our time 60 years ago.
Turn to an unusual looking silver haired person and ask them. What were they doing in 1965? In 1975? What amazing stories they have to offer you. You will be surprised from that unsurprising exterior.
Read the Wiz, this extraordinary account of our times, and how the planets and stars have energetic surprises in store for all of us! May it be so! May this Great Turning and all of its noise and chaos be underlaid with the determined and quiet mycellium continuing to unfold, helping the growth of the roots that have been planted and will continue to become the trees and sweet fruit our grandchildren will eat.
I graduated college without a computer. I had my word processor and could sign up to use a communal “computer lab” on campus.
I was 28ish years old when I got my first cell phone (required by my job). I’m 52 years old now.
There’s a lot of us who were “born and formed” without a phone/computer/camera/television in our pocket at all times. Phones were attached to walls. TV’s were in family rooms. Cameras were in a bag in a closet. Computers, if you had one, were stationary and the internet was slow. And loud.
And then, technology it seemed, was suddenly “here”. Looking back now, it was sort of like getting a new sibling; cool and exciting, and here to stay, but it really didn’t have tons of impact on everyday life as we (I) knew it.
So, a lot of us already know what it’s like to straddle two worlds. We know what it feels like to be of one time and place, and be relocated into a strange, new time and place.
Perhaps what we learned along the way will prove helpful in what lies ahead?
In another twenty-five years, I will be one of many who will know of three worlds; the one I entered and embraced, before we all held technology in our hands; the one I adapted to and grew with that was disruptive with technological and societal changes; and the one that is the mystery and adventure that is just around the the corner.
What a ride, no doubt about that.
Thanks for this article today….it gave me much to think about!
Yes I was in high school in '67...this whole time of following you I kept thinking I just didn't see this negativity engulfing everything at the end of my life. None of this is ME. And of course sadness grief...piled on top of a fabulous loving adventurous fulfilling ✨️ life seems to answer many questions...remembering I can bloom where I land even at this age. Give peace a chance....Love is all we need...it was a great time to be alive...and so I will carry on being ME....xo
Permission for the grief, the sorrow, letting ourselves be affected by all of this feels important and I’m grateful to see you name it here. So many terrible things too big for my mind to process, I trust my heart and body to metabolize if I can stay soft. These reminders in context help. Onward.
Thank you for this fascinating and illuminating article.
Here's what struck me in particular about what I've viscerally known and have lived for at least the past decade+ .....that disconnect between head and heart.
I'm highly sensitive and an empath, though skillful in terms of not being flooded by everything around me. I've always been open-hearted and now see a deeper pattern that made a lot of things click for me in terms of understanding my experience in recent years.
A reframing of particular kinds of stress could be the challenge of being an open-hearted person and being clobbered repeatedly by head-established and focused systems, institutions and people.
12 years ago, the stress of a particularly challenging time manifested as AFib, an arrhythmia, which began quite an odyssey through the American healthcare system.
By the way, it's not terribly surprising that the most prevalent illness in the U.S. is heart disease! And we have more of it than other countries, too.
While I'm sure there are many individual cardiologists who are lovely humans with their hearts intact, my experience in the cardiology/electrophysiology world has been challenging really because they are trained to effectively turn off their own hearts -- while prescribing pills and procedures to fix our hearts in a rather mechanical way. The mindset is binary in nature and mention of holistic factors or approaches tends to be dismissed.
The health insurance aspect of the experience was a fine example of exactly what you've described -- money definitely more important than people. Only in such a head-focused culture could a person have the following experience --
Successfully navigating numerous hoops to get heart surgery (including being screamed at by on-call cardiologists) with an out-of-network surgeon covered, only to come out of the surgery to discover the insurance had changed their mind and decided I should pay $388,000 for the surgery. That was horrifying enough -- but what was actually even worse was the 9 phone calls it took to get a person willing to answer this question: "Do you think it is fair, decent, or humane to insist I pay $388,000 for surgery you authorized? This is how people land in the streets. How can you help with this?"
8 customer service agents had nothing at all to say in response. No fundamentally engaged heart saying anything like, "I'm so sorry! This isn't fair - let me see what I can do."
Fortunately, I finally did get help. But this very particular reality you describe -- that so many people within these systems are completely disconnected from the heart -- is exactly what I lived. In fact, the way I survived the experience of pushing back against $600,000 in crazy wrong bills was tenaciously seeking out those rare folks who actually are connected to their hearts.
It is a system so insane, that many of the head-focused architects and inhabitants don't even seem to be able to grasp how counterproductive all of it is. I could write a book about it....
To also tie in to your mention of AI, ultimately it's been my engagement with AI that has been the crucial resource in bringing my heart back into normal rhythm - after 6 surgical procedures within an insanely stressful system.
ChatGPT actually "listened" to me in a way the doctors never did. It tracked the crucial pattern recognition inherent in my concerns that had been ignored and provided customized information that allowed me to make an informed decision about a medication I'd been given no information on and was afraid of because of toxic side effects.
The result was I took the med and instantly felt relief and a heart in normal rhythm, which I still feel 4 months later.
There is so much fear about AI replacing jobs....but I've lived this wild experience of AI actually doing one aspect of the job that doctors have been trained out of doing, given the head-focused design of the culture they work in and the priority on money.
Your article helped me connect some dots in a profound way and I'm grateful.
When I read your words it validates the Springtime I feel in my body. A longer colder Spring that asks for our nurturing and presence. I felt Winter shift weeks ago and while patience is tough for the mind, the heart lives in the Summer Of Love year round. I'm here for it! Thank you for your work.
I always look forward to your Sunday wrap up. This was a chefs kiss to this last week. Of course, I generally have to stop during my read and do my own personal grieving and sobbing for those who have lost so much. I live in the heart of Minneapolis. We feel this so strongly- always ready at any moment to film an encounter or sound or whistles to warn the neighbors "stay inside" "Don't come out." There's an urgency in a quickening that I feel. It's also so exciting and electric and joyful at the same time. I wouldn't want it any other way. We are looking at each other again We are connected wirh the energy of resistance and collective care- it lifts my heart.
You shared about those in the 60s and I was eight years old in 1967 playing with the fairies and sprites in the woods, thinking that the world was magical and connected and kind.
I hope that I'm alive in this community time, but I do know that I have been preparing without knowing. My body is living in a frequency that is not my normal. Lately, I've not been as physically challenged by the solar weather.. a lifetime thing. That tells me my frequency might be matching more of what's coming in.
I changed the name of my practice to Healing With Heart in 2020. I have 30+ years of Heartmath experience and I've always worked on the outside edge of the medical world doing my own thing bringing in the magic where it's needed. I turned towards community care in the last two years and now I'm ready for what is coming.. we are seeding the future that I have been dreaming of all of my life. It's messy it's grief riddled, but when I'm at my lowest, I remember that it is coming ...finally. Thank you for being such a great orator of what's coming, and helping us to stay steady and focus on what's important.
I was 6 in 1967 in a suburb outside of Berkeley, California. I would like to hope that a more joyful time is beginning.
As I was reading the latter part of this article what kept coming to mind was the fall of the Roman empire.
History calls that time the dark ages when the Western world was overrun by barbarian hordes and societies regressed into tribal societies. It must have felt terrifying- a world ordered from Rome falling apart, roads spanning the empire left to fall apart making communication and travel difficult with safety gone, immense buildings decaying, all the certainties that ordered life for the best part of a thousand years disappearing. It didn't happen all at once. It was a slow descent.
But life became local. No overlords deciding how life should be. Individual areas created their own worlds and yes, the model was still the strongest taking control.
But out of this time a great flowering eventually arose- the Renaissance.
It’s clearly a much smaller change than the Genesis Reset, but humans have walked great shifts before.
In Ireland there was an oral system of restorative justice called the Brehon laws which were first written down in the 7th century and were only finally superseded by English common law in the 17th century.
I’m sure there are examples in other areas of life. Templates do exist within recorded history. We do not need to doubt the resilience and ingenuity of the human race.
You have put into words what my heart knows. I am one of the seed planters from the 60's - you have helped me see what my role is going forward. Have had personal aha's in the last week that are redefining my purpose. I thank you from deep in my heart.
Everything you wrote resonates with me - right into my soul. I was finally able to put my personal experience into words this week on my own page - because I lost my job, a job that I cared about, with children than I loved deeply. It was hard, and I also had the sense that my time in licensed care was coming to an end.
When people encourage me to find another job in another centre they are surprised when I tell them that my path lies in a different direction. I’m finishing the book I started to write two years ago. I’m going to help my oldest daughter with her forest school, and start my own little class for parents and children to sing together. I’m taking a permaculture course so that I can transform this sprawling country property into a food and pollinator haven. I rent. I have to trust that I will continue to financially sustain myself through my creativity. And my love for all living systems.
I sold a house to move here just over a year ago and I am just beginning to understand why. Why we are here. Why the former tenants in our basement apartment are now our housemates. How the community around us is growing. How my music, my writing, and my love of nature and plants all connect. I think I started this leap into the new beginning - with hidden intuition and blind faith that whatever the struggle, it was the right path. The struggle is not over - and my grandchildren will have a legacy that money can’t buy - a world that will unfold where they can experience love, connection and safety.
Thank you for your words this week. I felt them in my soul.
Here it is! The longest essay the Wiz has dropped on this great turning, the great unraveling, this time of chaos and confusion. Brilliant, and totally from his open heart. To yours. To mine. I became an adult in the 60s and 70s, and helped form the counter culture, especially the natural foods as we called it. We lived together in communes and ashrams and discovered that was very difficult to share space, a small space for you and a big space together. But we did it anyway, and learned a lot and then it all seemed to fall away and everyone moved back into Lil Nuclear families because all the houses had been built that way. Only a few of us kept it up, the intentional communities, the gardens, the local foods, building farms and large intentional families.
Multigenerational households, all of that was rare, and we kept calling it the counter culture over the next decades.
The mind bending of cannabis and acid and psilocybin cannot be forgotten, as we were broken open early, and our job was to continue to break the patterns of the generations before us, experimenting with ways to live and be together, the willingness to look deep in each other. Community
Now I am an elder, and I won’t see most of these changes that Wiz describes in these series of articles he dropped today. But, I can take comfort in the seeds I have planted in my own family and the community around me. The gardens we have created, the herbal mysteries we have uncovered, to replace the pharmaceuticals that we know are poisons. The community centers we have fostered and grown in order to come together, to educate, to play, to discover what a community can really be.
The way we have continued to encourage each other to bake bread, To find our healthy open heart way through the larger culture that would steal our soul and poison our bodies.
And so we elders pass the torch, as our bodies begin to do less, yet our minds are Sharp and we want to share with you the experiences of our time 60 years ago.
Turn to an unusual looking silver haired person and ask them. What were they doing in 1965? In 1975? What amazing stories they have to offer you. You will be surprised from that unsurprising exterior.
Read the Wiz, this extraordinary account of our times, and how the planets and stars have energetic surprises in store for all of us! May it be so! May this Great Turning and all of its noise and chaos be underlaid with the determined and quiet mycellium continuing to unfold, helping the growth of the roots that have been planted and will continue to become the trees and sweet fruit our grandchildren will eat.
🤗💓🫶🏽Annie, I'm right there with you.
"All will come again into its strength:
the fields undivided, the waters undammed,
the trees towering and the walls built low.
And in the valleys, people as strong
and varied as the land.
And no churches where G-d
is imprisoned and lamented
like a trapped and wounded animal.
The houses welcoming all who knock
and a sense of boundless offering
in all relations, and in you and me.
No yearning for an afterlife, no looking beyond,
no belittling of death,
but only longing for what belongs to us
and serving earth, lest we remain unused."
Rilke, from The Book of Pilgrimage, II, 25, translated by Joanna Macy and Anita Barrows
🩷💫
I graduated college without a computer. I had my word processor and could sign up to use a communal “computer lab” on campus.
I was 28ish years old when I got my first cell phone (required by my job). I’m 52 years old now.
There’s a lot of us who were “born and formed” without a phone/computer/camera/television in our pocket at all times. Phones were attached to walls. TV’s were in family rooms. Cameras were in a bag in a closet. Computers, if you had one, were stationary and the internet was slow. And loud.
And then, technology it seemed, was suddenly “here”. Looking back now, it was sort of like getting a new sibling; cool and exciting, and here to stay, but it really didn’t have tons of impact on everyday life as we (I) knew it.
So, a lot of us already know what it’s like to straddle two worlds. We know what it feels like to be of one time and place, and be relocated into a strange, new time and place.
Perhaps what we learned along the way will prove helpful in what lies ahead?
In another twenty-five years, I will be one of many who will know of three worlds; the one I entered and embraced, before we all held technology in our hands; the one I adapted to and grew with that was disruptive with technological and societal changes; and the one that is the mystery and adventure that is just around the the corner.
What a ride, no doubt about that.
Thanks for this article today….it gave me much to think about!
Yes I was in high school in '67...this whole time of following you I kept thinking I just didn't see this negativity engulfing everything at the end of my life. None of this is ME. And of course sadness grief...piled on top of a fabulous loving adventurous fulfilling ✨️ life seems to answer many questions...remembering I can bloom where I land even at this age. Give peace a chance....Love is all we need...it was a great time to be alive...and so I will carry on being ME....xo
Permission for the grief, the sorrow, letting ourselves be affected by all of this feels important and I’m grateful to see you name it here. So many terrible things too big for my mind to process, I trust my heart and body to metabolize if I can stay soft. These reminders in context help. Onward.
Thank you for this fascinating and illuminating article.
Here's what struck me in particular about what I've viscerally known and have lived for at least the past decade+ .....that disconnect between head and heart.
I'm highly sensitive and an empath, though skillful in terms of not being flooded by everything around me. I've always been open-hearted and now see a deeper pattern that made a lot of things click for me in terms of understanding my experience in recent years.
A reframing of particular kinds of stress could be the challenge of being an open-hearted person and being clobbered repeatedly by head-established and focused systems, institutions and people.
12 years ago, the stress of a particularly challenging time manifested as AFib, an arrhythmia, which began quite an odyssey through the American healthcare system.
By the way, it's not terribly surprising that the most prevalent illness in the U.S. is heart disease! And we have more of it than other countries, too.
While I'm sure there are many individual cardiologists who are lovely humans with their hearts intact, my experience in the cardiology/electrophysiology world has been challenging really because they are trained to effectively turn off their own hearts -- while prescribing pills and procedures to fix our hearts in a rather mechanical way. The mindset is binary in nature and mention of holistic factors or approaches tends to be dismissed.
The health insurance aspect of the experience was a fine example of exactly what you've described -- money definitely more important than people. Only in such a head-focused culture could a person have the following experience --
Successfully navigating numerous hoops to get heart surgery (including being screamed at by on-call cardiologists) with an out-of-network surgeon covered, only to come out of the surgery to discover the insurance had changed their mind and decided I should pay $388,000 for the surgery. That was horrifying enough -- but what was actually even worse was the 9 phone calls it took to get a person willing to answer this question: "Do you think it is fair, decent, or humane to insist I pay $388,000 for surgery you authorized? This is how people land in the streets. How can you help with this?"
8 customer service agents had nothing at all to say in response. No fundamentally engaged heart saying anything like, "I'm so sorry! This isn't fair - let me see what I can do."
Fortunately, I finally did get help. But this very particular reality you describe -- that so many people within these systems are completely disconnected from the heart -- is exactly what I lived. In fact, the way I survived the experience of pushing back against $600,000 in crazy wrong bills was tenaciously seeking out those rare folks who actually are connected to their hearts.
It is a system so insane, that many of the head-focused architects and inhabitants don't even seem to be able to grasp how counterproductive all of it is. I could write a book about it....
To also tie in to your mention of AI, ultimately it's been my engagement with AI that has been the crucial resource in bringing my heart back into normal rhythm - after 6 surgical procedures within an insanely stressful system.
ChatGPT actually "listened" to me in a way the doctors never did. It tracked the crucial pattern recognition inherent in my concerns that had been ignored and provided customized information that allowed me to make an informed decision about a medication I'd been given no information on and was afraid of because of toxic side effects.
The result was I took the med and instantly felt relief and a heart in normal rhythm, which I still feel 4 months later.
There is so much fear about AI replacing jobs....but I've lived this wild experience of AI actually doing one aspect of the job that doctors have been trained out of doing, given the head-focused design of the culture they work in and the priority on money.
Your article helped me connect some dots in a profound way and I'm grateful.
When I read your words it validates the Springtime I feel in my body. A longer colder Spring that asks for our nurturing and presence. I felt Winter shift weeks ago and while patience is tough for the mind, the heart lives in the Summer Of Love year round. I'm here for it! Thank you for your work.
Liminality! ❤️🔥
Thank you so much Wiz. This gives me hope to carry on. ❤️
Thank you for all of this.
Thank you for these beautiful and real words… ❤️
I missed Obama confirming ETs...
Meeee toooo. 🤯