Statistically, one in every 4,000 live births involves the birth of identical mirror twins, meaning that the twins are mirror reflections of one another. Any physical asymmetry in one twin shows up on the opposite side in the other twin; consequently, when the twins face one another, it’s as if they are looking in the mirror at themselves: one will be left-handed, the other right-handed, plus their hair will naturally part on the opposite sides of their heads, etc. This is caused by the splitting of the single fertilized egg relatively late in the twinning process, just before the moment when the twins would become conjoined; in other words, joined together in the literal, physical sense.
It is this very rare form of twinning which is invoked when we think of the Twin archetype symbolized by the constellation Gemini. Being an identical mirror twin, myself (who, by the way, was born in the sign of Gemini), this topic hits close to home. I would even suggest that it gives me a certain advantage, an insider’s view, if you will, into the deeper, more subjective levels of the Twin archetype experience, yielding some important and very timely insights concerning the path to Unity Consciousness which is the ultimate goal of these often trying, though very promising, transition times.
Recently, when my twin sister announced that her son (my nephew) and his wife were pregnant with twins, the two of us spontaneously squealed with delight and jumper around the room like a couple of crazed look-alikes in a Double Mint gum commercial gone horribly awry. In the days following, as it started to look like we might be losing at least one of the already dear in-utero twin babies through miscarriage, we began studying the phenomenon known as the Vanishing Twin Syndrome. With ultrasound a common diagnostic tool during the first trimester of pregnancy these days, it is now known that 22 of every 300 pregnant women begin their pregnancies carrying twins. Of those 22 twin pregnancies, only three will result in the live birth of twins (one set of which will be identical; ¼ of those will be identical mirror). In the other 19 pregnancies, one of the twins will die in the first-trimester and be reabsorbed into the placenta, disappearing without a trace, hence the designation Vanishing Twin Syndrome.
When it was sadly confirmed, through ultrasound, that one of the twins no longer had a heartbeat, my sister and I began to explore the more interior aspects the twin experience through the doorway of the Vanishing Twin Syndrome. Along the way, we found ourselves revisiting the Twin archetype, as well, and asking questions about how all of this might relate to the topic of Unity Consciousness.
We quickly put the Google search engine to work investigating the subject, and what really got our attention was how the surviving twins experienced their loss. A particularly insidious version of survivors guilt seemed common among those interviewed by researchers and/or treated by therapists (since the in-utero loss was part of implicit rather than explicit memory and, therefore, more difficult to integrate without assistance). It was also common for surviving twins to develop patterns of overcompensation for what it was felt their “vanished” twins had done in utero (i.e. given up) by never giving up, no matter what. Other common survivor experiences included: chronic loneliness; feeling like someone or something was missing; being highly-sensitive; difficulty making deep commitments; obsessively seeking a “soul mate”; codependency issues; trouble with boundary setting; having an imaginary friend in childhood; difficulty sleeping alone; and long-term issues with food and eating (fear/guilt over eating too much, unwillingness to share, feeling panicky about not getting enough, bulimia, anorexia, etc.).
Even though my twin and I had obviously both survived our in-utero experience together, we still found ourselves relating strongly to much of this material, especially those aspects that had to do with the sharing of scarce resources and being highly-sensitive. It makes sense that this would be the case; maybe we both survived, in part, because we were very tuned into each other and worked out a way between us to share nutrients.
Inspired by what we were learning, we began to question what any of this rich inter-subjective, unborn twin experience might have to do with what twins are supposed to be about archetypically. How does the traditional sense of the archetype correspond to the lived experience of twins themselves, in this case, those who have survived the loss of their twin in-utero and been so deeply affected by the experience?
In the world’s creation mythologies, twins are described as bringing opposing principles, or duality, into the world. Gemini, the astrological sign of the twins, is, likewise, often described in terms of acute polarization: between the spiritual and the material, good and evil, life and death, masculine and feminine, etc. We are told one born in this Sun sign has a tendency to be fickle, indecisive, even two-faced. These characterizations have always left me very unsatisfied and unsettled.
The Wikipedia version of the Gemini archetype, at least, doesn’t stop with this description of duality but takes it a step further, opening the doorway to the realization of the non-dual (Unity Consciousness) container of duality, when it states that Gemini is about “the ability to relate to opposing visions simultaneously.” Hmmmmm. How can opposing visions be related to simultaneously unless there is something larger than the opposing visions, holding both? Now we’re onto something…
In ancient times, Gemini Twins were understood to epitomize the ability to see both sides of a situation and to communicate between the sides because their dexterous dispositions ensured empathic knowledge of both extremes: the victor and the victim; the healer and the invalid; the teacher and the student, etc. Such profound empathy occurs only after independent experience of both extremes has been absorbed, which requires that the antitheses of love/hate, confidence/insecurity, praise/insult, trust/falseness, etc., be first encountered as singular incidents before being recognized as two faces of the same coin.
The constellation Gemini was seen as a reminder that contradictory forces must be brought together and recognized as mutually-dependent. It symbolized the eternal union and mutual reliance of conscious reasoning and unconscious belief, as well as the quest to reconcile all contradictions in a central threshold where reason and belief, intellect and emotion, the spiritual and the material, masculinity and femininity, life and death, etc., merged into one.
The prenatal Vanishing Twin experience we’re exploring today certainly seems to inspire, indeed require of surviving twins, ultimately, the ability to relate to opposing experiences of life and death simultaneously. One dies, one lives (duality), but something bigger contains both. There is grief, there is guilt and fear, and there is, finally, at best, enough open-minded, open-hearted “relating to” all of this for true, expansive acceptance to be realized; in other words, Unity Consciousness.
As the light was fading on my Nordic adventure, I realized I still had one more gift to buy: a pair of earrings for my twin sister with some special mojo in them to help her attract her soul mate.
I wandered in and out of several quaint shops in the area immediately surrounding Stockholm Cathedral, the Sacred Marriage/Crown Chakra ground zero point, in search of the elusive soul mate mojo earrings, but nothing called out to me. Just as I was about to give up, I remembered a shop I had visited earlier that day called Isis Kammare (The House of Isis), attempting, unsuccessfully, to make an appointment for a Rune Tree of Life reading on very short notice.
I had been drawn to this shop for another, more symbolic, reason, as well. Isis, the Egyptian Great Mother Goddess associated with our Galactic Center, embodies the Galactic dimension of the Tree of Life. Her wings represent the Milky Way Galaxy; her Crown represents the Super Massive Black Hole at the center of our galaxy, eternally giving birth to the entire galaxy, and, ultimately, to a new, illumined humanity here on planet Earth. Given this very evocative, archetypal imagery, the location of “The House of Isis” within a stones throw of the entrance to Stockholm Cathedral had seemed far beyond mere coincidence.
As I entered Isis Kammare this time around, the shop owner, Margareta (who is also an astrologer and tarot reader), was seated at a table in front of the window engaged in deep conversation, in English, with two other women, about the very subject that had drawn me back in: talismans for attracting one’s soul mate. I noted the synchronicity with that feeling of resonance and excitement I get whenever something significant is about to happen and began looking at the beautiful jewelry displayed in a glass case nearby.
Soon, I was drawn into animated conversation with Margareta and her business associate, Noel (a former yoga teacher, now spiritual consultant and Voodoo practitioner), who graciously invited me to sit and have tea with them. As customers came and went and dusk passed into evening, we chatted about a broad range of esoteric subjects, including: astrology and ancestral DNA mapping; the practice of Voodoo in New Orleans; 2012 and the Isis/Galactic Center connection; and the Crown Chakra vortex centered in Stockholm Cathedral.
Finally, it was time for me to make my way back to my tiny cabin in the floating hotel I had been calling home for the past week, but not before I had purchased a set of heart shaped amethyst earrings for my sister (with major soul mate mojo, of course) plus my very own wedding ring, with a beautiful rose quartz stone cut and positioned in the shape of an inverted pyramid, that Margareta had discovered on a recent buying trip to India. As I left the Isis shop, I gazed upward at the spire of Stockholm Cathedral towering over the neighborhood, said a silent prayer of gratitude, then turned and walked slowly down the hill.
Back in the US a couple of days later, as I sat contemplating the global network of celebrations planned for the “Birth of a New Humanity” on December 21 & 22, my mind suddenly came into sharp focus on the image the astrological chart for Chichen Itza, Mexico, at sunrise on December 21. I had looked at it so many times, but there was something I hadn’t really considered before. For the first time, it occurred to me that the Sun rising on that most auspicious morning, over that most sacred Mayan temple, is highly symbolic of the Crowning event I’ve been writing about in this series of blogs, given that that Sun is associated with the constellation Leo and the kind of nobility that is confirmed by the wearing of a Crown. Adding to the potency of that moment, the Sun will be exactly conjunct not only the Ascendant, representing rebirth, but also the Asteroid Juno, representing the Sacred Marriage archetype.
This made me curious as to where on the planet the Sun’s Crowning energy might be especially potent during the Chichen Itza sunrise moment, so I took a look at the global Astro*Carto*Graphy map for the Chichen Itza chart and discovered a Sun/Pluto crossing line, suggesting illumination and deep transformation of one’s sense of Self, running directly through Stockholm, Sweden!
Exactly six months after that December 21, 2012, moment about which so much has been prophesied, on the Summer Solstice, High Holy Day for Sacred Marriage, 2013, I will be reclaiming my birth name, Yvonne, as my middle name, in recognition of the fact that my parents got it right after all. My dream in the summer of 2007, in which I shape shifted into the Tree of Life, turns out to have been both prophetic and descriptive, though not exclusive to me, of course.
We are all made in the image of the Tree of Life. Its trunk is our spinal column. It’s embedded in our very cells and reflected in our spiraling, double helix DNA. Furthermore, its Crowning is our birthright as a species. This insight and knowing is what my Hero’s Journey these past five and a half years has been about. It’s what I offer you today with the closing of this chapter of my story.
In the coming days and months, may your own Sacred Marriage be accomplished, both within and in relation to a cherished other. May you be reborn into the fullness of your most illumined Self. May you be Crowned through the experience of your true nobility as a human/spiritual Being.
Later, as I exited the cathedral and rounded the corner into Stockholm’s original town square, still in an expansive state of gratitude and wonder, I discovered the square had been transformed overnight into a Christmas Market worthy of the quaintest Disney movie, complete with rustic vendor booths and a large Christmas tree, not yet fully decorated but looming large over the festive activities below.
The Christmas tree is, of course, a pagan symbol for the Tree of Life, traditionally with a star or angel perched at its top, reminiscent of the Polar Star and Seraphim Angels discussed earlier in reference to Crowning humanitarian achievements recognized and honored by Sweden’s monarchy. Another noteworthy symbol for the Tree of Life, this one less literal, is the Swedish flag with its yellow cross against a blue background motif (inspired by the vision of a golden Cross appearing in the sky to one of Sweden’s 12th century Kings), as I had discovered the night before when I Googled its meaning on the Internet.
I pondered all of this as I wandered aimlessly along Gamla Stan’s eastern shoreline, eventually arriving at a ferry that would take me across one of Stockholm’s many lakes to the Nordic Museum on the other side. There, I was excited to learn about the tradition of the Bridal Crown, once a common practice in many Scandinavian and Eastern European countries and, no doubt, of pagan origins, though it was later Christianized as a symbol for the virginal purity of the bride, along the lines of the Virgin Mary.
The official story is that all soon-to-be-brides would borrow a Bridal Crown from the local church to wear during their wedding ceremony, but the deeper story is that such Crowns were sometimes passed down within families from grandmother to mother to daughter, etc., typically for many generations, in symbolic and subversive recognition of the essential nobility and dignity of women. In other words, it was a kind of Vesta thing, and the women passing down the Crowns were the keepers of the Eternal Flame of the Feminine, which had been subjugated and submerged since the earliest days of Patriarchy.
On Monday, my final day in Stockholm before heading to the airport very early the following morning, I returned to my ground zero, Stockholm Cathedral, for one last immersion in the very potent, Crown Chakra energy field that exists there. This time, my attention went to a giant wrought iron globe with approximately forty candleholders suspended within its frame. For the cost of fifty kronor (or Crowns), one could purchase a single candle and say a prayer for world peace while inserting the candle in one of the holders. Inspired by everything I had witnessed and experienced in Sweden relative to the Tree of Life and the Crown Chakra, I decided to light up the entire globe in one grand gesture for a true and lasting peace along with the birthing/Crowning of a new illumined species.
After completing this labor of love, I again wandered the narrow, cobble stone streets of Gamla Stan, following my instincts and intuition wherever they might lead. In one shop, I discovered a traditional, wooden set of Runes, considered the alphabet of the Nordic Gods as well as an ancient divination system, given to the God Odin during his ordeal hanging upside down from the Tree of Life for nine long days and nights in an attitude of humility and surrender. By the way, as a tie-in to the pagan tradition of the Christmas Tree, Odin is commonly recognized as the proto-type for Santa Claus.
At any rate, I bought the Runes for my nephew, whose name “happens” to be Odin, and then settled in at a nearby coffee shop to read all about them in the booklet provided. Opening the booklet at random, my eyes feel upon the description of the 25th and last Rune, associated with the letter “y” and the root word “yew,” and this is what I read:
"Key words: yew tree, eternity, new direction, radical change, complete success, maximum protection. This Rune does not correspond to a period of the year or hour, but is rather a time out of time."
The phrases “Eternal Tree,” and “Tree of Eternity,” flashed through my mind. In other words: Tree of Life! Suddenly, I felt the journey I had been on for these past five and a half years, since that dream in the summer of 2007 when I shape shifted into the Tree of Life, come full circle. I thought about my birth name: Yvonne, from the root word “yew.” All this time, I had imagined that my parents had made a mistake when they named me Yvonne, after my paternal grandfather, Vaughn; he of the Swedish ancestry who had been such a source of wounding in my life.
Suddenly, I realized my parents hadn’t made a mistake at all. In fact, on some deeply mysterious level, deeper than biological ancestry, perhaps, way back to the archetypal level of the collective psyche, they had gotten it right. Somehow, they had seen into my true nature and given me the name that best captured my soul’s journey through this lifetime. Later, when I discovered that the Nordic Tree of Life, Yggdrasil, is actually a yew tree, I was even more amazed and certain of this.
On Friday, I decided to take the official tour of the Royal Palace, hoping for more indications of the Crown Chakra vortex at the epicenter of Swedish culture. I wasn’t disappointed. In the room where heraldic symbols are displayed, I hit pay dirt. It seems there are two very special honors that can be bestowed by the monarchy for Crowning humanitarian achievements: The Royal Order of the Polar Star and The Royal Order of the Seraphim.
The Royal Order of the Polar Star, which can be awarded to deserving men and women of all ranks and stations in society, is so named because it symbolizes “the light of eternal enlightenment,” like the Polar Star that never sets in the Northern sky. The Royal Order of the Seraphim, on the other hand, is the foremost order of Sweden and is only awarded to foreign heads of state and members of the royal family. At present the sons and daughters of the Swedish monarchy are not typically eligible for membership in the Order until eighteen years of age. However Princess Estelle (the Divine Child, whose name means Star) received the Order of the Seraphim from her grandfather, King Carl Gustav, at her baptism on May 22, 2012.
These honors, associated with humanitarian service and commitment, called to mind Sweden’s very prestigious and influential Nobel Prizes, awarded each year in physics, chemistry, medicine, literature and, especially peace, so it was another nice synchronicity that the following day I found myself at the Nobel Museum (where the Nobel Prize administrative offices are also located), which happens to share a courtyard with Stockholm Cathedral, immediately adjacent to the Royal Palace and well within the Crown Chakra vortex at the epicenter of Sweden’s Gamla Stan (or “old town”).
Certainly, the case can be made that Sweden has been a consistently positive and powerful force for peace, justice and cutting edge innovation on an international scale, during the past several decades, in particular, highlighting, rewarding and providing a symbolic Crowning to some of the best and brightest luminaries the world has to offer.
On Sunday, I did something I hadn’t done in about fifty years: I went to church, or, rather, I went to the Sunday service at Stockholm Cathedral. My desire to experience the Crown Chakra vortex energy in action overrode any apprehensions or misgivings I might have regarding organized religious practices, in general, so I anxiously made my way to an aisle seat in a pew toward the front, where, again, I was not disappointed.
Since the morning of April 20, 1535, when several radiant orbs and Crown-like halos appeared in the heavens above Stockholm Cathedral, which were interpreted as a message from God sanctioning the Protestant Reformation, Sweden has been a Lutheran nation, opening the door to ministers of both genders. Even so, I was surprised to see a very beautiful, female minister, in full vestments (who appeared to be in her mid-40s and married), no less, take her place in the pulpit and begin to preach in a very animated, engaging and unpretentious manner.
Concerning the actual content of the minister’s sermon, I have no idea, since I don’t speak Swedish. However, the feeling of her message, along with the general ambiance of the service, was a truly Crowning experience. Raining down upon the heads/Crowns of the congregants from above and behind the pews, at the back of the cathedral and approximately three stories up, came the most heavenly music of the spheres, produced by a pipe organ and choir, while in front of us, above the massive silver altar, was a round stained glass window featuring a seated Christ with arms uplifted and a radiant Crown/halo, lit from behind, illuminating the interior of the cathedral. Again, I was moved to tears of gratitude as I felt my Crown Chakra open to receive the many blessings being bestowed.
Back at Stockholm Cathedral the following day, I learned that the giant Crowns are positioned over enclosed pews reserved exclusively for the King and Queen of Sweden, to be used only for very specific affairs of state involving a kind of ritual coronation, or Crowning. As I pictured the King and Queen sitting across from one another in their respective pews beneath the giant Crowns and Seraphim Angels, it occurred to me that this was the perfect symbolic representation of the Sacred Marriage archetype and that, perhaps, another way to understand the Triple Crown iconography, so central to Sweden’s sense of national identity, was as a foretelling of the Crowning, or birthing, of Mother, Father and Child into a new, illumined species, related to December 21, 2012.
I flashed on something Barbara Marx Hubbard had shared during a 2012 Conference I had attended in Vancouver, BC, in the summer of 2010. She had said that in preparation for the end of the Mayan Calendar and the rebirth that would naturally follow, women and men must passionately unite in couples, not simply to procreate but to co-create. In fact, she felt strongly that creativity could not happen alone anymore; that our creative potential could only be actualized through this type of joining together. Furthermore, she had said:
"We are in the throes of a huge drive to self-reproduce: to hold the Unknown Child in our arms and love the Unknown Child. Homo Sapien Sapien is becoming the emergence of an entirely new species: Homo Luminous; Homo Divinous; Homo Progressivus."
Sweden’s Crown Princess Victoria (the only female heir apparent in the world at the present time) and her husband, “commoner” Prince Daniel Westling, seem the perfect symbolic representation of this Divine Mother, Father, Child triad. They married in 2010 on the Summer Solstice (as Victoria’s parent’s had done exactly 34 years before on the Summer Solstice, 1976), the pagan High Holy Day related to Sacred Marriage, and recently added baby Estelle to their royal family. With their marriage and the subsequent birth of Princess Estelle, the popularity of the Swedish monarchy has sky rocketed among the people of Sweden in the last couple of years. In fact, Princess Victoria is often likened to Princess Diana, a hard-working, compassionate and humanitarian Princess of the people who married for love and is also considered a very loving mother.
This brings me to the subject of gender relations in Sweden. In 2010, the World Economic Forum designated Sweden “the most gender-equal country in the world.” On an anecdotal note, my Swedish friend Yvonne’s partner, Nick (originally from Australia) shared with me his sense that Sweden is, by far, the best place in the world to be a woman, as well as to raise children. Standard parental leave in Sweden is sixteen months per child, and two of those months are reserved exclusively for dads, leading some to credit the country with forging the way for a new kind of “nurturing masculinity.” Indeed, during my time in Stockholm, I was struck by the sight of large numbers of Swedish men maneuvering baby carriages down the street or otherwise engaged in primary childcare activities, sometimes even in groups.
As I left the Royal Palace courtyard, I was drawn toward a a very old and almost quaint looking cathedral with a striking black triangle illuminated by golden rays in the archway above one of its side doors, reminiscent of the capstone of the pyramid on the US one dollar bill, minus the all-seeing eye. Feeling that I was in the presence of something holy and also somehow relevant to my quest for the Crown Chakra vortex, I reached for my camera and snapped a few pictures.
The following day, I was again drawn back to this relatively humble structure, which I soon learned was, in fact, Stockholm Cathedral, the site of royal coronations since the 13th century and the recent marriage of Crown Princess Victoria, no less. As I stepped across the threshold into the cathedral, I felt my heart begin to quicken and my Crown Chakra expand upward and outward in the direction of the vaulted ceiling approximately five stories above and in the general direction of the main altar. Moving slowly toward the front of the cathedral, I noticed the resonance between my heart and Crown Chakras increasing dramatically, as if I were in the presence of a very high frequency tuning fork. On the verge of feeling overwhelmed by the experience, I looked up and to my right and beheld a giant golden Crown, held aloft by two Seraphim Angels. Looking upward to my left, I was thrilled to see a matching golden Crown with two identical Seraphim Angels on the opposite side of the aisle.
Tears began to roll down my cheeks at this point, yet I managed to snap several photos before sliding into the nearest pew, where I wept silently for the next half hour or so with the realization sweeping over me that I had found my ground zero, sweet spot: the vortex of Crown Chakra energy I had been seeking. After a while, hunger pangs and the urgent need for Kleenex drove me out into the cobble stone streets, but I knew I would return.
Later, back in my cabin, I did some research and discovered that Seraphim Angels are considered to be at the very top of the hierarchy of angels, “closest to God.” Some authors, such as William Henry, liken them to fiery, kundalini serpents energetically coiling up the planetary Tree of Life to its apex in the Northern sky, the Polar Star or North Star. In other words, they are associated with the Crowning of the Heavens, or, more to the point, the Crown of Heaven, by people of the Northern latitudes, such as the Swedes.
As I contemplated this information, the image that came to mind was of the caduceus, depicting two winged serpents coiling up a central staff, whose heads are positioned at the top, almost as if they are about to kiss one another. The caduceus is always associated with messenger type gods, those whose task is to impart wisdom to humanity from “on high.” Immediately, I flashed on the two giant Crowns held aloft by Seraphim Angels, directly across the central aisle from one another in front of the altar at Stockholm Cathedral. I saw these two images superimposed upon one another and intuitively felt they were symbolic of the same essential Crowning energy at the top of the Tree of Life.
After a long flight over the Atlantic, I arrived in Sweden seriously jet-lagged and disoriented very early on Tuesday morning, November 13, and managed to make my way by taxi to the really old part of Stockholm, the original city founded in the 12th century known as Gamla Stan, where I had booked a tiny cabin on a yacht, once owned by the American heiress Barbara Hutton, which has since been converted into a floating hotel. From there, I ventured out on my first major outing the following day to visit a Swedish friend by the name of Yvonne.
Yvonne and I had recently connected through Facebook around our mutual interest in ancestral healing, as well as the fact that we happen to share the same birth name. I had been given the name Yvonne at birth, but had changed my name to Tara in my early forties. During our visit, over tea and delicious pastries, I told Yvonne the story of my name change, which included various traumatic experiences of wounding through the Swedish branch of my family tree: my father’s paternal line.
Knowing of my love for the Tree of Life, Yvonne later shared with me her sense that it might be important for me to reclaim my birth name in some significant way, since the name Yvonne comes from the root word “yew,” meaning “wood” or “tree.” I was stunned to hear this and began to consider how I might do as she had suggested.
Meanwhile, the following day, as I stumbled bleary-eyed down the gang plank of my yacht/hotel accommodations into an overcast Nordic twilight, my attention was immediately riveted by the site of a relatively modern looking tower, reflected in one of Stockholm’s many pristine lakes, with three gold Crowns prominently displayed at its apex. With my eyes glued to the tower, I followed the shoreline around the lake, eventually arriving at what I discovered was Stockholm’s City Hall. When I inquired about the symbolism of the three Crowns at the gift shop therein, I was told that the coat of arms for Sweden depicts three gold Crowns on a blue background (for reasons that have apparently been lost to history). Furthermore, the tower with the triple Crowns was inspired by Sweden’s original Royal Palace, known as the Three Crowns Palace, which had a similar tower that was destroyed in a fire in 1697.
Taking the appearance of the triple Crowns atop the tower as some sort of clue related to my quest for a possible Crown Chakra vortex associated with Sweden, I headed off to the Royal Palace a short distance away. Before getting into the details of my foray into all things royal, I should make the following disclaimer: I am typically not a fan of monarchies. In fact, I tend to have a proletariat aversion to them. However, much to my surprise, as I perused the gift shop at the Royal Palace that afternoon, I found myself making an exception for the Swedish Royal Family, for purely symbolic reasons.
Apparently, most monarchies these days are ceremonial in nature, meaning they have no governing power, and this, I soon learned, is the case with Sweden’s monarchy, which exists side by side with their democratically elected government, typically characterized as a socialist democracy. In fact, what caught my attention right away was the very progressive, egalitarian nature of Sweden’s Royal Family from the standpoint of gender relations. Most notably, for example, for the first time in the entire history of monarchies, a Queen (“commoner” Queen Silvia) has given birth to a first-born daughter (Crown Princess Victoria) who will one day be Queen, and she, in turn, has recently given birth to a first-born daughter (Princess Estelle) who will also one day be Queen.
This Triple Crowning of the Feminine, symbolic of the Triple Goddess (Crone, Mother and Maiden), was made possible by an unprecedented revision of Sweden’s constitution in 1980 in order to institute the practice of “absolute primogeniture,” whereby the oldest child of the reigning King and Queen is first in line for the throne, regardless of gender. (Several European countries have since followed Sweden’s lead in instituting this practice.) On an archetypal level, I found all this very evocative and appealing, especially given that I was following a string of clues related to the Crown Chakra of the Tree of Life.
Those of you who’ve been following my blogs know of my great love and reverence, bordering on obsession, for that most primordial of archetypes: the Tree of Life. As I explained in a previous posting, my obsession began innocently enough with a major dream in the summer of 2007 in which I experienced myself shape-shifting into a majestic Tree of Life, situated in the middle of a giant sundial at high noon on a cloudless summer day.
This life-altering experience led to my eventual discovery of the work of visionary biologist and Mayan scholar, Carl Calleman: in particular, his book The Purposeful Universe, which puts the Tree of Life front and center in the grand evolutionary scheme of things as we approach the end of the Mayan calendar.
According to Calleman, the Tree of Life is none other than a non-anthropomorphic expression of GOD, the organizing and animating principle for Life, itself, as well as for the evolution of consciousness. Along these lines, he has hypothesized that the Tree of Life structure is a holographic fractal, essentially a GOD seed, which can be found inside subatomic particles, atoms, our cells, our bodies, the planet Earth, the Milky Way Galaxy, and, ultimately, the Universe.
Calleman further hypothesizes that we are on the verge of a shift into Unity Consciousness as a species and that the epicenter of the shift will be the trunk of the planetary Tree of Life, which bisects the planet from Sweden through Rome and down into the deepest parts of Africa.
In Calleman’s view, for example, Rome is associated with the Third Eye Chakra and the pineal gland, so basically it functions like a giant radio receiver for charged particles of encoded information pouring out of the Center of the Galaxy helping to facilitate the shift. (For more information on this possibility, see my three-part blog series entitled Notes From Rome, in which I tell the story of my pilgrimage to Rome in late October, 2011.
Sweden, on the other hand, is associated with the Crown Chakra and the rebirthing/ Crowning of our human species through the planetary birth canal into an entirely new species which some are calling homo luminous. With all this in mind, plus surprising DNA results indicating Swedish ancestry, I set off on a pilgrimage to Sweden on Monday, November 12, less than 6 weeks before the much-anticipated Crowning event of December 21, 2012. I had no real plans for the pilgrimage beyond the fact that I would be spending a week in Stockholm, the capital, and, therefore, the Crown, of Sweden, following my intuition and instincts wherever they might lead.
My first hint of the all-pervasiveness of Crown Chakra energy relative to Sweden came before I had even left US soil, at the airport in Newark, when I exchanged US dollars for Swedish kronor (though Sweden is part of the European Union, they have elected not to use euros as their currency of exchange), and discovered that the word “kronor” literally means Crowns. On an esoteric level, this would suggest that, at the very least, every monetary interaction the Swedes have, whether within their own borders or with the rest of the world through currency exchange, is a transmission of Crown energy.
(To be continued…)
My sister and I were on a bus yesterday afternoon on our way to the port city of Civitavecchia, where we would board a Mediterranean cruise ship after four days in Rome. As we departed that ancient, historic city, ravenously eating our sack lunches while gazing out the window, a staff member for the cruise line called our attention to a grove of very tall (perhaps 40 to 60 feet high), elegant-looking trees with long, slender trunks and clusters of cotton ball-like green foliage at their crowns, which were clearly visible on the left side of the bus.
During our time in Rome, I had become slightly obsessed with these trees which are ubiquitous throughout the city, finding them inexplicably compelling. In fact, I had probably snapped at least thirty pictures of their graceful silhouettes from various angles as we wandered around seeing the sights, and my sister and I had even rested our weary feet one afternoon in the shade of their umbrella-like canopies in one of Rome’s many city parks.
As the women from the cruise ship continued her narrative about the trees, in a wonderfully thick Italian accent, I was stunned to hear her refer to them as Roman pine trees. “What, did she just say?!!!” I shouted at my sister excitedly, wanting to be sure I had heard her correctly. Suddenly, my recent revelations about the pine cone/pineal gland Tree of Life vortex that is Rome came into sharper focus. I looked up and truly saw the trees for the first time, and what I saw was not a cluster of green cotton balls, or an umbrella, or even a puffy cloud-like formation, at the apex of a long, slender trunk, for that matter. No, what I saw was a human brain perched at the top of a spinal column and brain stem, with countless pineal glands nestled inside of it!
Have you ever had an experience where something is as plain as the nose on your face and you don’t see it until you are ready to see it? When you finally do see it, you sheepishly wonder how you could possibly have missed it before, when it was right there all along? That is what I felt: a little humbled and embarrassed, but mostly amazed and beside myself with wonder. From there, my mind raced off in several directions at once.
I suddenly remembered Carl Calleman’s description of the very polarized and polarizing energy that would necessarily prevail along the vertical axis, or trunk, of the planetary Tree of Life, at 12 degrees longitude, during the past 5,000 years of human evolution, resulting in the people along this very potent lay line feeling compelled to venture out in all directions across Western and Eastern Europe, not to mention the Mediterranean and the Middle East, in waves of conquest and exploration. The Roman Empire during its heyday is a prime example.
After settling into our stateroom and quickly exploring all sixteen stories of the Mediterranean cruise ship yesterday afternoon, I satisfied my Google Search addiction by getting online and finding out as much as I could about the glorious pine trees of Rome. In prehistoric times, according to Wikipedia, they were native exclusively to the region now known as Rome, but for the past 6,000 years have been cultivated extensively throughout the southern Mediterranean region for their edible pine nuts, which are the primary ingredient in the much-loved pesto sauce. This could well explain why I went straight into bliss mode our first night in Rome at the precise moment when the linguine with pesto first entered my mouth and encountered my taste buds!
But, I digress. It seems that during the Italian Renaissance, Roman pine trees became a very popular aesthetic landscape element in gardens throughout Rome. This fact made me wonder if Michelangelo’s brain-shaped backdrop to God’s creation of Adam on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel may have been inspired in part by the site of so many beautiful, brain-shaped pine trees throughout the city. It also helped explain, at least to my mind, how the giant pine cone ended up in the inner courtyard of the Vatican during this same high Renaissance period.
Unable to sleep last night in the wee hours, I sat up and meditated to the sound of waves crashing against the side of the ship 8 stories below. My mind was filled with the image of the stately pine tree so firmly etched there during my time in Rome. I had the strong impression that these pine trees are themselves meditating, as they stand quietly but with great nobility of character, in clusters and sometimes alone, throughout the city. They’re holding a vigil for Unity Consciousness for the human community. They are nature’s contribution to the cause, just as the Pantheon is a man-made contribution of our pagan, and possibly extra-terrestrial, forebears.
Without the unifying and harmonizing influence of this Roman version of the Tree of Life (with its Fibonacci spiraling pine cones of light), who knows where we would be today? Perhaps the entire world would be under the dominion of the Holy Roman Empire?
In gratitude, from somewhere in the Mediterranean…
In my first blog from Rome three days ago, I mention that I was inspired to make this pilgrimage to Rome by Mayan scholar Carl Calleman’s assertion that the vertical axis of the planetary Tree of Life runs directly through Rome. I also shared my new-found conviction that the Fibonacci spiral is the visual representation of the branches of the Tree of Life and that this spiral is amply and beautifully expressed through Italian art, culture and language.
With this insight as the backdrop for my ongoing experience here in Rome, I headed off to the Vatican yesterday with much ambivalence. I am not a big fan of the institution of the Papacy, to tell you the truth, but I am a huge fan of the artistic genius of Michelangelo and was determined to see the Sistine Chapel, so off I went, with my sister for moral support and company.
Fairly early in the long ordeal, the tour guide directed a group of us already weary pilgrims into the Court of the Pigna, or Pine Cone, so named because it is a courtyard which is dominated by the odd presence of a giant bronze pine cone (which was cast in the 1st century but not located to the Vatican until 1608). My sister elbowed me at the sight of the Pine Cone anomaly, whispering that David Wilcock has a lot to say about its significance at the Vatican in his recent book The Source Field Investigations.
At this point, I reached back into one of the file cabinets in my brain, pulled out the file folder marked “pine cone iconography” and was reminded that the pine cone has long been associated with the pineal gland in esoteric symbolism. In fact, the pineal gland was so named because of its resemblance to a tiny pine cone.
Suddenly, I was wide awake, fully engaged and ruffling through my brain for all potentially-relevant file folders in the general vicinity of the one marked “pine cone iconography.” I had a little Nancy Drew girl detective moment with myself as I remembered Carl Calleman’s theory that given its particular location on the trunk of the planetary Tree of Life, Rome encapsulates the energy of the pineal gland, which operates like a giant radio receiver for information streaming to us through the medium of charged particles from the center of the Milky Way Galaxy as we approach the end of the Mayan Calendar.
While still reeling from this series of connections, the tour guide paused in front of a collage of images from the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel and launched into his analysis of Michelangelo’s mindset in 1511 AD as he designed and executed the central motif of the Sistine Chapel: God’s creation of Adam. Michelangelo was apparently no fan of the Papacy, either, and was not above messing with the Pope by embedding various theologically-incorrect symbols in the work he was commissioned to do for the Vatican (even as he lay on his back painting furiously with both hands while perched precariously several stories about the ground).
Case in point, if you look closely at the background imagery framing God as he reaches out his arm toward Adam, you will see what appears to be the reddish-brown mass of a human brain. This may seem far-fetched, but take a good look with fresh eyes and see what you think. The tour guide’s theory, which he shared with great relish, was that Michelangelo’s message to the Pope may have been: God did not create man, but man, by the use of his brain, created God. I’m not sure I buy the notion that Michelangelo was a materialist, but I found these two references to the human brain in the span of about half an hour highly-suspicious.
It occurred to me at the time that Michelangelo, being a true artist and visionary, and, therefore, having an intimate understanding of the process of creative inspiration, wasn’t so much trying to mess with the Pope through symbolism suggesting that man created God with his brain, but was, instead, sending a message down through the ages directly to us at this watershed moment in our evolutionary journey? The message I imagined him sending is this: as long as we are in human form, we access God through the medium of our brains (and, more specifically, through the pineal gland embedded deep within our brains).
As a general rule, I need three related things to happen in close proximity before I conclude I am in the midst of a bona fide synchronicity. The third thing happened today and it’s a big one, which is why I’m taking the time to write this blog while on vacation! On the recommendation of a woman who read one of my previous blogs about the Tree of Life and its relationship to Rome, I decided to visit the Pantheon. It had been described to me as a very potent vortex of Unity Consciousness, and that was all I need to know.
Before heading off in the early afternoon for my close encounter with the Pantheon, I did my usual Google Search routine and discovered it’s the world’s oldest dome-shaped building, not to mention an architectural masterpiece. Originally built as a pagan temple almost 2,000 years ago, it has been in continuous use ever since.
As my sister and I, along with hundreds of other awe-struck visitors, entered the very majestic structure of the Pantheon, my eye was drawn immediately upward and I was shocked by the impression that I was looking at the inside of a pine cone! As I sat down on a wooden pew and began to meditate, the crown of my head popped open like a Jack in the Box and I was bathed in the experience of union or reunion with the Divine. I suddenly understood that the Pantheon was functioning like a giant pineal gland, not only for me, but for the entire planet, and has been doing so for the past two thousand years! In fact, I believe that has been its primary purpose all along.
Back in my hotel room tonight, I did more research into the symbolism of the pine cone and was thrilled to discover the Fibonacci spiral expressed in its intricate patterning. This brought me full circle, back to the Tree of Life with its spiraling, curly cue branches. I had the insight that whereas the Vatican has appropriated the powerful symbolism of the pine cone/pineal gland, just as it has successfully usurped so much from pre-Christian sources, the Pantheon is the real deal. It is not merely a symbol, but an actual instance of metaphysical technology at its best, quietly doing the work of helping to bring Unity Consciousness into physical manifestation, day by day, here at 12 degrees longitude on the vertical axis of the planetary Tree of Life.
The designation Pantheon is usually translated as “To all the gods.” Perhaps, there is another, more accurate meaning of the name: “All is God.”