The Condor and the Eagle Will Again Fly Together

My husband and I wrote a screenplay about a guy who goes home to get his mom off prescription drugs. The first version was a bit epic with Big Pharma villains. It's essentially the origin stories of a shamanic superhero who begins to expose the shadowy underbellies of various institutions using indigenous wisdom and superpowers. (Yes, everything I write incorporates shamans, ancient prophecies, mythology, and indigenous people. Go figure.) Subsequent drafts were more romantic-comedy. It made it through some rounds of screenplay contests. Along the way we got helpful coverage, perhaps some of it was, unintentionally so. In any case, I get pangs of missing those characters unlike other ones in other screenplays we've written, because I so want to see my kids come to life. Most especially the girl, because she's a pet-psychic and orinthologist who is a predatory bird specialist at the zoo and cares for a very special condor. We're keeping the shaman spirit guide too, I don't care what the naysayers may think. These people might as well already exist in some parallel dimension somewhere, as far as I'm concerned. And even though we took out her beekeeping scene, she's a freaking beekeeper too, dammit. And an avid reader and her house is fucking nuts, like a bird hotel because she has to keep her avian clientele overnight for observation.

During our class meditation tonight (I like to do the guided meditation myself as I facilitate), I came away with some very interesting insights in the human psyche I think. Also, during my past life journey* tonight I was living inside other people's heads, kinda Being John Malkovich style. Holy shit! I thought. No wonder I have such strong telepathy with some people. What if that film resonated with so many people because it's a cosmic joke to our collective unconscious mind? Energy is never created or destroyed. What if the same amount of people have always been alive, we just had fewer bodies between us back then. Now as our global population has grown, we have a smaller slice of god consciousness (a fragment of understanding which needs to join forces to bring a raised awareness and vibration). Maybe this is why we've become so individuated and separate from a feeling of oneness, so much so that we've collectively lost our compassion and empathy to the point that we've nearly destroyed the earth.

For about ten years, I've toyed with the idea that maybe people shared souls in the past, meaning that two or three individual people in this life, may have inhabited one body with one higher self/over-soul. Maybe those three people weren't individuals, (like some creepy three headed beast), but their consciousness was just woven together? What if our current level of individuation is relatively new to human consciousness and human experience? What if at one time, we could FEEL everyone and THINK communicate with everyone no matter where they were in the world? Could this account for simultaneous art work and inventions created by isolated tribes in early history? It certainly would be helpful to feel the ground rumbling as a troupe of warriors approaches your camp before daybreak, or to sense where the wild deer roam before a hunt. But that's just my inner rebel talking. Questioning our basic understanding of reality. What is happening on the planet for the most part isn't working, and pretty much all of it defies logic (the exploitation, the justification of violence, the derision, the obfuscation, the exploitation, the criminality and cruelty of corporate greed and war profiteering.... The way modern people have become attached to pointless, meaningless, non-earth based, non-heart-based, non-spiritual methods, ideas, and approaches to life is for the birds. Scratch that, birds deserve more respect.

*Past lives can also be seen as cosmic collective storylines and archetypes which feed our personal psyches.