The Earth is encased in a bubble of extremely fine mental substance, the result of current human activity as well as galactic forces that influence behaviour. Every movement, thought, feeling and action qualifies it, determining an expressive climate without delineating a particular form. It is a quality of intelligence that is beyond images or actions and might best be called the spirit of the planetary mind.
The energy is malleable, reflecting a particular drive. It affects the brain directly and subjectively. Each country or region emits and responds to a slightly different rhythm or quality corresponding to geographical frequency and cultural history. When we travel from one part of the globe to another, we are able to sense these differences, although perhaps not understand them. To decode the minute alterations we would need to be finely attuned to our own vibratory rate, be capable of distinguishing non-personal frequencies, and know how they affect our individual mind. Often we recognize them by their effects, although effects could never describe the immense gamma of possibilities that stems from them.
Since early childhood I travelled through vast regions of the world, growing up in a bilingual culture spanning two continents. My mind adopted a particular way of thinking that resembles the American education I had, but the syntax and vocabulary, the emotional quality of my perceptions, remained wholly Latin American. My likes and dislikes were a mixture of both influences but in every part of the world I found myself in, I was “different”. Today there are many people like myself and this in truth is what makes this time in history so stimulating.
Physical location is extremely important. Esoterically, it is said that it takes about two years for an individual to fully adapt to the particular grid of a country but still remain apart from the national characteristics that have congealed there. This allows us to benefit from an altered perspective without being driven or blinded by the triggering circumstances. After this period of grace, almost imperceptibly we fall under the influence of the collective. To fall “under the influence” means that we adopt similar preferences and blind spots, as well as share some of the national karmic consequences.
In my latest world roaming, I find myself in Argentina, a country I had visited but never lived in. Many years ago I almost moved to Argentina but given the circumstances of the moment I chose Brazil instead. This time, after so many more years in the European continent, it was not a matter of choice; I knew that here was where the next phase of my life would unroll.
I landed recently during a general national strike, but this is nothing new to me; I always seem to find myself in chaotic circumstances that suit the purposes of my work and training. It took me a few days to distinguish the network threading this particular region of inner emotional upheavals that never quite materialize in physical or political change, a country of striking individualism. As I awoke this morning, I perceived mental synapses that are highly charged, perhaps more intensely than anywhere I have lived before. These appear as brilliant pinkish lightning and are exceedingly quick and dramatic, sparking an invisible ozone quality that lingers, like the aftertaste of fine perfume.
Rather than affect intuition and the senses, as happens with the effect of the climate over adjoining Brazil, here it stimulates the brain perpetually, making for creative activity and unusual perspectives. Up until the present moment in time, this activity has remained largely philosophical and theoretical. Outside of their country, Argentines are famous for their ingenuity and capacity for working hard, they are fast talkers and good salesmen, mentally seductive but emotionally complacent, if not indulgent. Migrations to and from the old world and the northern hemisphere have modified this and something wholly new is emerging.
Argentina and the Argentines are at the hub of a new world mind that transcends technology. I am referring here to a mind that feels, sees and knows perhaps more than it can process. Sometimes I pull my hair at the speed of thought that contrasts strongly with the lagging process of innovation.
I am reminded of Gabriel García Marquez who has recently left us and who defined the spirit of Latin America so well. He was the first Colombian to win the Nobel Prize in Literature, recognized for reflecting the continents’ life and conflicts, as well as the self determination of its people. In his acceptance speech he foresaw: “A new and sweeping utopia of life, where no one will be able to decide for others how they die, where love will prove true and happiness be possible, and where the races condemned to one hundred years of solitude will have, at last and forever, a second opportunity on earth.”
More, much more remains to be said about this spirit, especially as it manifests in Argentina. In the months and years to come as I deepen my roots into the soil of this new home, I know that I will witness the fragmentation of old patterns and intuit incipient parameters of unfolding human Consciousness.
There is disquiet here and a yearning, and this blends uniquely with humane caring and a very palpable spirit of fraternity. In decades past Argentines were seen as proud and vane, a force that has transmuted into Self awareness and Consciousness. It is no wonder that the present Pope, renowned for fairness and outspokenness, emerged from the atmosphere sparkling over this land.
Yaco Albala, a dear Argentine friend, a visionary and a master philosopher now deceased, used to say that the true spiritual planetary revolution would begin in Argentina. Its people have been through all kinds of trials and tribulations, initiations and journeys. I have begun to taste the flavour of the impulse that drives them and am grateful to ride it with them during this phase of my life.