Monday morning, May 12. Slept later than usual, woke with a start, to a chorus of birds. Clock read 4:52, which put it at 4:44 or 4:45. Why were the birds so loud?

I headed downstairs quickly - turned on the already prepared coffee maker - and out the door to the yard. I was met by the most stunning start to the day. Something was different.

The sun was not yet visible but already brightening the night-sky. The air felt charged. Everything in my view - the trees, the houses, the waterfall across the street, were cast in the most exquisite relief. And, everything felt more expansive, more spacious.

What’s going on?

I stood transfixed. Why is this everyday familiar scene so different? The air itself felt charged, like before a big thunderstorm (sort of) only it was clear. The amount of birds and their volume seemed (at least) triple the normal - a stereo of birdsong and I thought who could possibly sleep through this?

What. Is. Going. On? Something was happening and the birds were certainly aware of it.

I watched as the growing light slowly transformed the sky and enhance every little thing. Why does it all seem to be… vibrating. More here, more alive.

I was frozen to the scene, grateful there wasn’t enough of a breeze to set my neighbor’s torture security light off. It occurred to me that since I went abruptly from sleep to standing in the yard in under a minute, I brought my dream state with me and that explained why everything looked and felt so heightened. I wanted to sit down on the steps, but couldn’t move. And where did all these birds come from? Why are they so loud?

The cascading waterfall - which I could hear despite the deafening cacophony surrounding me - spewed a translucent steam in the early morning chill. Everything I looked at was somehow held in kind of grace. As if the energy behind physical reality had leaked through - I don’t really have the words to describe it.

It was still not light out, yet everything was bright - as if radiating from within.

What on earth is happening?

My mind flashed to a picture from a book I read to my kids when they were little; a scene that turned the mundane, magical… is this some kind of magic? Or have I moved into a different dimension? A dimension of added texture and sound, added light. Almost as if the light-substance that holds everything together was somehow revealing itself.

Does everyone who is up now see this?

The rest of the day was normal enough though I was exhausted. The perception of things being in an enhanced energetic state faded throughout the day along with my energy. I hung out by a river, meandered slowly in the woods, my normal battery-life, drained. Took two naps.

I could barely keep my eyes open by 4:00PM. I felt fried. I went to bed early and slept 9 hours uninterrupted. The next morning - the 13th was a typical, lovely sunrise (cloudy-ish) with what sounded like the normal number of birds and song.

(I know the 12th was a full moon. Maybe that had something to do with it. 🤷‍♀️)

I wasn’t going to post on this. It’s a bit weird and clearly subjective. I figured best to take it as a random experience and move on. Let it be a mystery. And, I don’t want to overstate it or its significance or universalize what is simply a personal experience, though, it definitely didn’t feel personal. And it occurred that maybe someone else had a similar experience?

Three days on, I wondered if maybe I got a glimpse of what’s coming. (I like this idea.) Meaning, a more naturally vibrant and alive world where we experience reality in a more immediate, plugged-in way. Where the energy emanating from the material is simply more noticeable. That makes sense.

Sort of like putting on Van Gogh glasses.

Maybe I got a glimpse of the new normal on the horizon?

We know we’ve been been living in a dumbed-down, watered down, colored yet diluted version of reality. All the revelations of all the lies that have hemmed in our perceptions; the tricks used to deceive, the control narratives and propaganda that result in smaller versions of ourselves and even our very expectations of what’s possible. What if, as they loosen their grip, we get an emerging reality where the frequencies that correspond with what’s actually true become more obvious?

Van Gogh painted the energy and motion inherent in everything - I suspect he saw the world that way. (Poor bastard.)

An enduring favorite to many, I thought of his paintings too. If he did see the world - all the time - similarly to how I saw it the morning of May 12, then I feel for him. What a gift, and likely, what a curse. It probably felt like way too much.

The other thing I’m thinking with a bit of distance from the experience is, if we do become more attuned to the energy behind the material world, then it will probably become obvious what is high-frequency and human-friendly VS what is not. Those structures that attempt to control, that coordinate and make their global deals, will they simply become so obviously low-frequency that we would never engage them, let alone support or listen to them?

Maybe.

On Tuesday, May 13, I went to work where I listened to three women talk about their doctor appointments. It was like tuning into a channel that picked up a station from the past where people didn’t know their bodies were self-healing. It was an odd moment and took me a second to recognize the reality this conversation was happening in, was still the predominant one. A bit trippy. An after-effect perhaps.

The other thing that happened after this experience, was that I couldn’t look at my computer screen for more than a few minutes. It wasn’t physically painful but felt deeply uncomfortable as if my field was completely incompatible to it. I could listen to it, view it from a distance, but not up close.

This morning, four days later, I’m hoping the deep fatigue of the last 3 days is finally behind me. And while I’m still noticing some physical sensitivity when I’m in close proximity to my laptop (I turn off WIFI while writing) it’s lessened.

I don’t know what happened the morning of May 12. I really hope it wasn’t some sinister DARPA experiment. I don’t think so.

It was startling in its beauty and aliveness. I’m pretty certain TPTWB don’t want us enthralled by life or that we may spontaneously find ourselves wearing Van Gogh glasses.

I do know, something happened. (And I would love to hear what you think.)

One more from the lovely Vincent. (Who despite his colorful and remarkable legacy, was a source of ongoing worry to his parents. A good reminder that often we can’t see outside our own purview, especially when it comes to those closest to us.)

Thanks for reading.

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