In autumn, 1986, my life took a major turn in the form of relocating to Boulder, Colorado. The contrast between the density of the eastern metropolis I knew too well and this idyllic, mountainous world of smiling, open people dressed in cheerful colors (in contrast to urban blacks & grays) was incalculable.
The spiritual groups were above and beyond anything I’d experienced back home (though, in hindsight, I believe some “high” spiritual communities did exist… they were just so secretive you had to have an “in” to learn of them).
One of the first discoveries I made in Boulder was an energy that was just starting to coalesce around a rather exotic man on a mission to bring forth an extraordinary event known as The Harmonic Convergence.The man of course was Jose Arguelles. He partnered with a visionary woman – Barbara Marx Hubbard – to co-create this massive global event. Boulder was its birthplace and mission control center, and a small cadre of enthusiastic believers constellated around Jose and Barbara to deliver this galactic awareness to the world — including me.
I spent my time divided between the small base-of-operations office in downtown Boulder, and the home of one of Barbara’s family members, working on a Macintosh computer. Macs were still new then and most people – if computer-literate at all – were familiar only with PCs, so my skills filled a void.
When the big day came, we Boulderites boarded our magic chartered bus in the pre-dawn hours and headed to Denver’s Mile High Stadium for the actual event. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before (or since) – a sports venue filled with meditators, and an impressive giant-screen multimedia presentation preceding the meditation itself. It ignited one’s sense of what’s possible, you know?
Fantastic it was.
Why am I waxing nostalgic about this?
I’ve recently, after all this time (and the passing of Arguelles in 2011), become aware of Jose’s last partner in this world, a young woman named Stephanie South. Stephanie met Jose soon after the millennium turned, and all kinds of magic happened between them… not the least being that when they sat facing each other, some kind of stargate or portal opened and volumes of galactic knowledge just poured into them! No less than seven “galactic chronicles” came through, which took seven years to be documented into a series of encyclopedic volumes – each one taking a year to complete. These chronicles detail the nature of galactic reality, as opposed to the convoluted matrix we’re accustomed to here on earth.
(The above sentence links to the Law of Time bookstore, which includes the galactic chronicles. Check out the titles; not in Kansas, Toto! Actually the whole site makes for a major adventure if you’re up for it.) Continue reading