The sky is high and clear, looking splendidly unreal this morning with its perfectly formed bright white clouds -- puf, puf, puf -- floating along like chu-chu cars clipped from a children's book and pasted upon this expanse of crystal blue.

Closer to the earth the atmosphere hangs calm yet charged -- portent with life striving to transcend the divide between earth and heaven. In fact the heavens today do not appear either distant or otherworldly, but more like a pleasantly amorphous point between here and more here. The heavens also suggest a delight in the unknowing of it all, a hypersensitive chaotic order, a playful catch-as-you-can puzzle-making… --

Then the base elements in this speedily revolving sky seem to hold still and act almost human – self-conscious, predictable, mortal -- for just the briefest of moments. Ignored for eons as they went about their daily business, today the elementals react to attention given them by millions of earthlings gazing skyward during this exotic astronomical convergence of planets, stars and moons. The heavens seem to prim vainly and heave rapturous: a pause is felt in the usual madcap rotation of the earth. In the brief quiet respite from spin, a nonverbal message transmits that inspires millions of happy-face smiles: it jostles like a tickle, this visceral coaxing of earthlings to stop taking themselves so serious; to delight more in the mystery and wonder of Life; and to relax and be more joyful and harmonious.

Boom! A bright light peels forth from the sun in that micro-second cosmic pause, as though from the sun reflecting upon itself. The heavens blaze and the earth-boat rocks giddily...

Flower petals wiggle and stretch skyward, insects stop bothering them and just watch, and the remains of a heap of decomposed twigs in a place where a young woman died nearly two decades earlier moves up slightly as though from a breath within it.

The flash of brightness frames the remains of a crash that ended the young girl's physical life: the bowed bottom of an oak that stopped growing, left sappy, spore-covered, brown and stunted. And directly behind it, a crumbling brick wall covered in moss and ivy -- the camouflage that sealed their fate.

In the middle of this nook that is left just as it was, there’s a bridal of dead flowers in a sign of the cross, marking the spot where the young woman breathed her last breath. Beyond that, most of the wild overgrowth that had been here two decades ago has been trimmed down, pruned, manicured and landscaped. It now marks a clear footpath to the VARIGOD CENTER FOR YOGA AND HEALTH.

As the moment of stillness abates and movement returns to the universe -- reluctantly, disappointingly -- like someone breaking back into a long-held habit after a too-short respite, a moment of eerie darkness follows the unreal brightness. Flowers droop, insects scamper into the earth and the earth itself appears as though it might just cease to exist, again. The lovely charade of Life over?

No. The darkness lasts even shorter than the brightness. Then everything seems back to normal. Though for millions of earthlings -- many of whom are desperate for a redirection, forlorn, crazy, depressed and Ur-compassionate – they wholeheartedly pray not.

Earth lurches back into its heavy familiar groove and a shock is felt. Tremors rock below the earth-surface, tides rise up as high as mountains, the mean kill and shy love. Mystics feel revived and favored. Die-hard revolutionaries everywhere feel the time has finally come. Evangelists call out for the Second Coming, and U.F.O spotters spot them everywhere. Scientists scoff. And hippies and Mayans smoke grass and wake up naked together praying to the Sun from real- and designer-hilltops throughout the Americas.

Exactly twenty years hence the 1967 Summer of Love, it's the Summer of Magick. The destined timeline for moving out of a grid of Materialism, Aggression, Possession...The Wheel, Tools, Iron, Steel, Flight, Fight, War, Slavery, The Time Clock, Money, Banks, Wealth and Poverty...

Now What?

As though in answer, or at least consideration of the question, a warm wind laden with more years of life and memory than can be measured, blows across the surface of the earth. When it wafts over the place where the remains of the young woman had been memorialized, something, lighter than air, and invisible, lifts up.

One could almost hear this invisible entity, in harmony with the earth, moan ‘Ahhhh!’