Since then, that hallowed ground has, of course, become increasingly financially motivated, corporate driven, as is the wont of the world,
the soul and heart of the place driven out – at least in my own experience – along with the unintentional (wherein lies the magic) community that happened and thrived there for preceding decades. Such is the way of all things. Sometimes called the second law of thermodynamics, or entropy, but I think of it as life blooming in splendour, then fading, its seeds dispersed, to begin a new iteration of evolution, elsewhere out on some other periphery, spiralling ever outward and upward.
Might you concur? So then, where are the current vortices and healing grounds? We may consider those as separate things though. At least, I feel that where I find myself now, on the Mexican side of the political border, in the middle of an oasis in Baja California Sur, is in the heart of a physical-energetic vortex, and that too has it’s healing, though hard core, more chaotic, requiring more discipline, it being more stochastic in nature, than nurturing in the way that Esalen is, or was. We do presume there are many vortices on our planet, as in active power centres scattered around the globe. This may be relative to who and when and where, and Esalen, it’s intrinsic primal nature still intact, is still what it ever was under foot one might suppose, albeit perhaps less active in a volcanic sense of upwelling? Thus this is conjecture, yet my supposition.
And here, now, Baja California Sur, feels like a final frontier – the last of the Wild West perhaps. Booming, or blooming, or fading, becoming gentrified, yet still absolutely raw and elemental. Vortex – means swirling forces with a unified core of calm, that is perhaps inscrutable. And I trust the greater knowing that brought [me] here, now, and the quickening at large, as the world and we go through radical, heaving, recalcitrant shift. There is a power here, and it is a good place to be, human. For now.
Three years now, working with the one hectare of farm land we had been sitting on for 20 years. Here in the midst of the elemental oasis. I am a willing slave to her, again – and she has been a harsh mistress. (This is not necessarily my wont in romantic relationship, but that, perhaps, is another story.) It is all within the calling though. I have a fierce and lovely young lady partner, and her spirited kid, and other good travellers come and go and contribute to the project – creating Sanctuary
Should you be a traveller, should you venture this way over land, you will find it wild, harsh, otherworldly terrain to traverse, and I absolutely recommend moving slowly through the Baja peninsula. There is infinite primordial wealth, ever waiting to be beheld, quite invisible to those travelling at the speed of colonisation. It requires of one to stop. Feel the profound power and stillness of the desert landscape. Feel its heartbeat. Listen to its call in the remotest places. Its voices are ancient.
I remind myself, again and again, to stop, drop back in
to the timeless moment…
Syzygy
