falling stars

I'm re-starting this entry. I stopped writing because it became too unwieldy. I've re-entered because I like it too much to give up on.
It started:

"As I got on the ferry I thought, "I wonder if I'll see some dolphins, or maybe whales.." However, the sailing before ours was cancelled due to rough seas, and a half hour before I had said to myself - that's crazy, "what kind of sea mammal would be out in these open seas?"

I had already started drafting this entry in the cafe as I waited, but was unsure what it was about. I was literally in the middle of writing this sentence in my journal: the predictable repetition, when I was interrupted by the woman in front of me saying, "look - dolphins!" The end of the sentence was intended to be: of extraordinary events. And so I wrote, after the kerfuffle. Albiet with a little more reverence.

There were five or six of them. I wrote in Return of the Errand Knight (Travels in a luminous world) about how everything has it's own inner shining light. I will add in this entry - there is a hidden order to everything. Everything is miraculous.

" ...and there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly."

They were parallel to the ship and as soon as she said it they turned and came in straight towards us, then turned again and followed for a bit. The guy beside me said they were actually porpoises. They were very cute. The porpoise-spotting-woman and the guy started talking, and discovered they knew the same black guy in Malaysia, just for the Universe to show off a little more about weird connections. The guy and his girlfriend had just gotten back from Asia, and we started chatting too. We hit it off and ended up exchanging contact info.

I was looking for a word for this phenomenon; dejasynchronicity?

Not that creative...

On Sunday the 11th of March I saw a golden eagle fly over on the Sunshine Coast. I had kind of been wondering if the world would cough up an absolutely unlikely coincidence, but knew I'd be in an office in downtown Vancouver all day (I ramble on about this in my entry of last year at this time, March 13th: Finding a place to happen (http://errandknight.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-13th-finding-place-to-happen.html)). It was about seeing a golden eagle just south of Vancouver on March 13th, 2011, and that the first one I ever saw was on March 13, 2005, in Halifax. I couldn't help but wonder this year, "will I see one again, is it possible - to have an extraordinary event be regular, and repetitive, and predictable?"

The Universe has clearly answered, Yes, yes it is.

What is point of this experience and why am I bragging about all my crazy animal sightings? What is the shareable experience here? I was writing and thinking about it when the joyful porpoises in a storm showed up.

The full moon last week had a double rainbow around it. It was unlike anything I'd ever seen, beautiful, like rings of northern lights around the moon. A friend, who I thought was kind of conservative, said on fb, "well yeah, it's 2012." Hm. I'm just going to repeat my journal from that ferry ride:

Treat everyone, everything - with absolute love. I keep hearkening back to those words from Power vs. Force - as his instructions of what you can do today, in your life - to bring your consciousness up as quickly as possible.
And so I believe.
 to play without stopping or pause
                   without thinking
  or abandoning thought
Every moment that I manage to pull myself out of, "I'm running late," or "can I pay my rent this month," or "how do I solve problem x?" I lift my head and see that acting with love, gentleness, kindness, honesty - to all things - is the only way. And every time I lift my head, I seem to see some magical thing - a golden eagle, snowy owl, iridescent double-rainbow-moon, or surprise trampoline. The world is a world fundamentally composed of wonders, and we strive to only notice, set up our lives to only see - the mundane.

Knight on errand. That was a search term that brought someone here recently. We are all that. We are all alive, in a terribly dangerous, utterly hilarious reality of absolute seriousness. I've been having experiences of wonders lining up repeatedly to help me see that wonders are the norm; the birth of a child, death and where our life goes, green grass.. we should all walk around with our jaw agape every day, and be no more surprised when we see a dragon escort an immortal elf princess to the moon. One is not more extraordinary than the other.

We walk in magic, in wind from the Universe, pelted by falling gold, stars, and wonders from heaven. We just have to put our umbrella down and open our eyes.

Each mind fabricates itself.
We sense its limits, for we have made them.
And just when we would flee them, you come
and make of yourself an offering.

I don't want to think a place for you.
Speak to me from everywhere.
Your Gospel can be comprehended
without looking for its source.

When I go toward you
it is with my whole life.