(spoiler alert: this article may tell you things about pop culture and yourself that on some level you already know)
At the Bioneers annual conference in October, I was able to attend a sacred council circle entitled “Life in the Balance: Restoring the Relationship between the Sacred Masculine & Sacred Feminine.” There, an indigenous elder from the Aleutian Islands named Ilarion Merculieff spoke about the opportunity we hold in these times to bring time itself to a halt. Or perhaps more evocatively, to bring time back into sacred balance. It is taught by his elders, he said, that time began when we left the present moment. In doing so, the dynamic of the masculine and the feminine was thrown out of balance. Now, as the energies come back toward one another, time is speeding up and going to collapse in on itself. Perhaps it already has, or this process has already begun. In doing so, we’re all going to be present in the moment. It is, he said, “an opportunity for masculine and feminine to be in perfect balance, for the first time since the beginning of time.”
For quite some time, I have been struck by this notion of time ending. It is what inspired and moved me about the turning over of the Mayan Long-Count Calendar in 2012, and what has made the Biblical apocalypse, or “end of days,” particularly peculiar and haunting. In meditation, and in teachings such as Eckart Tolle’s The Power of Now, I have felt a dawning knowing of the power this still point within us may potentially hold. The laws of time and space seem, if only for a moment, to freeze, to unravel, to fade away, and be replaced by new laws of awareness and conscious being. This process has felt illusory and silly. Yet in this place, there is also the whisper, a veiled promise, that this warm, delightful, and fuzzy feeling nestling in my chest might not be an illusion after all.
In other realms, I have watched movies with friends. And certain movies would give me shivers. When I was younger and in college, it was movies like Waking Life, the Matrix, and Fight Club which seemed to with uncanny capacity connect me to an eerie, well-known secret inside. More recently, I get that sense when watching movies that have something to do with aliens and time. Whether sitting in the black effervescence of the theater with popcorn or on the plush futon on the floor of a friend’s cozy living room, I am taken by bright, electric vibrations and waves of energy moving up and down my spine. Tears stream to my eyes and flow down my cheeks and face. And as these sensations shimmer through my body, they are accompanied by a deep, intuitive sense of precognition: that some message beyond that of the filmmakers’ is being conveyed, that there is a synchronistic beauty and perfection in coming into awareness of these messages at just this time, and that it is as that Alaskan elder said – there is something to this idea of the end of time.
More recently, I had the pleasure of discovering a curious online community nestled away in a protected corner of the Internet, dedicated to a concept they had dubbed “synchromysticism.” There, I watched a video, “Back to the Future Predicts 9/11,” and everything made perfect sense. I told my friend, watching alongside me, we had found the motherlode.
It is well-documented by this point Back to the Future’s predictions of both a Trump presidency and a Cubs World Series win. “Back to the Future Predicts 9/11” presents convincing evidence of hidden messages that warn of the 2001 Twin Towers attack, despite the first film in the trilogy being made in 1985. In doing so, the producers of the now notorious cult “conspiracy” suggest that the creators of Back to the Future acted as “precogs” who, knowingly or unknowingly, seeded the possibility of a profound awakening in human consciousness. This awakening is actually activated through the creation and viewing of the “Back to the Future Predicts 9/11” film, as conscious beings realize what has transpired and grapple with the clairvoyance and seeming prophecy implicated by this astounding phenomenon.
I would like to share some additional thoughts on this.
There are several films in the last twenty-odd years that involve extraterrestrial contact and time “loops,” or plot points being worked out in one time in history that affect other times and narratives as well. For example, in the 1995 film “12 Monkeys,” directed by Terry Gilliam, a character from the future must go back to the then-present to stop a virus from breaking loose that will kill humanity. But rather than save the planet, he ends up caught in a pre-destined time loop instead. In Darren Aronofsky’s “The Fountain” (2005), a Spanish conquistador’s search for the Fountain of Youth in New Spain parallels a modern-day doctor’s frantic search to cure a rare cancer that is killing his wife, all while a nearly timeless monk journeys for Shibalba, the Mayan underworld/afterlife. As connections develop in one reality, the other realities are simultaneously affected, until we see that all these worlds are different aspects of one being’s very human struggle to accept their own mortality and the transitory nature of life. Finally, in the Wachowski siblings’ “Cloud Atlas,” based on the David Mitchell novel, a “cloud” of souls live out their individual and shared karma across different eons and locations simultaneously. There is no going back in time here, but rather a mutual informing of past, future and present. Every reality is the present, and actions in one present cause changes that go both forward and back.
These themes are not a coincidence. Rather, they parallel developments in human science’s understanding of quantum physics, chaos theory, and the conception of the time-space field. Intellectually, the realization is increasingly dawning that time is not as linear as it has historically appeared, and so naturally we yearn to creatively explore some of this concept’s implications. What goes unnoticed is how these explorations and our own conscious interaction with them affect the field of collective awareness. As concepts of non-linear time, time travel, and simultaneously occurring realities become more normalized, and as more and more people become familiar with spiritual practices such as meditation and concepts like the eternal moment, we collectively approach a singularity point in which we are no longer conceptualizing this possibility but rather living this experience. This singularity point functions as a black hole, drawing everything toward it. However, like an asymptotic line, we approach it but never quite reach it. We fall forever, into the eternal presence of Now. From here, time travel is a very different thing. For here, we are Now, in all the given moments of our existence. We are simultaneously dwelling, at infinite, discreet locations in time and space.
Christopher Nolan’s 2014 “Interstellar” lays out much of this material with little pretense or concealment. We are brought along on an astronaut’s journey to save Earth, after a “poltergeist” communicates via gravity to a father and daughter and we learn that mysterious “aliens” have placed near Saturn a wormhole that leads to another galaxy of potentially inhabitable planets. When the protagonist is thrust into the tesseract of a gravitational singularity, we discover along with him that he was the ghost all along, and he has been communicating with his daughter through time in order that she might gain the data necessary for scientific breakthrough. There is a 5th dimension, beyond time and space, founded on the principle that gravity equals love. The “aliens” are actually future humans, across the event horizon of the time-space barrier, planting the exact seeds that in their omniscience they know are necessary for everyone’s survival.
I would like to suggest that this is not just a cinematic notion meant to entertain us for an evening and around the holidays. Rather, films like those mentioned above are themselves communications from future humans, intended to seed the possibilities of a new culture. We are, as Ilarion put it, spiraling toward the event horizon of the eternal present, and as we do so, the field of space-time has already begun to significantly wobble from the gravity of our increased consciousness. In approaching this singularity, things that might seem strange and otherworldly are becoming more and more commonplace. “Aliens” from across the veil reach across to lend a hand. But just as we began to discover in the 20th century the resolution of “God” and “Man,” we are coming now to realize our own true nature, and the divinity within our heart that illuminates the consciousness of the mind.
These are nice ideas, but they are best accomplished through the experiential embodiment of meditation, invocation, ritual. Otherwise, we are still just on the outside looking in, and from the outside, it all seems so strange, child-like, and trifling – even deranged and mad. Robert Zemeckis directed “Back to the Future,” but he also directed the 1997 film “Contact,” based on the (coincidentally) 1985 novel by Carl Sagan. In “Contact,” aliens communicate complex instructions for constructing what is believed to be a spacecraft that will take humans to meet these aliens in another dimension. But when they drop Jodie Foster through the structure (constructed to appear like the nucleus of an atom), it appears to be a failure – she just drops right through. It’s only when we hear of the neuronaut’s wondrous encounter with an alien being who has the appearance of her deceased father, and the minutes of blank tape to back it up where only a single moment should have been, that we are able to piece together what has happened. By going into the tesseract of her own heart, she has harnessed the gravitational singularity that is her essential nature and traversed the galaxy within the expansive structure of her own soul and mind. It is like that for all of us, too. We must feel and find ourselves inside to make the messages we receive real.
I would like to share a short, personal story that illustrates this point. I watched “Back to the Future Predicts 9/11,” shortly before this past Thanksgiving, 2016. In the video, the filmmakers point out that Robert Zemeckis released “The Walk,” a film about the tightrope walker who traversed the Twin Towers, in October 2015, the same month and year to which Marty McFly and Dr. Emmett Brown fly the Delorean in “Back to the Future II.” Intrigued, I decided to watch “The Walk” with my brother and his girlfriend at our parents’ home on Thanksgiving Day. There, I discovered a film all about facing intense fears (heights, mortality), spanning dualities (via tightrope between two towers), and crossing over to the other side (the walk itself). I was shown a magnificent artist of laudable arrogance and generous spirit, who did not go it alone, but rather relied on a fellowship of dedicated conspirators to carry out his daring act. Instead of simply “crossing over” from one tower to the other, Phillippe Petit walked back and forth again and again, dancing in his sacred art, devoted to his teacher and love, the wire. I was reminded of an old Hebrew proverb: kol ha’olam kulo, gesher tsar me’od, v’ha’ikar lo le’fached klal: the whole entire world is a very narrow bridge, the most important thing (the essence) is to not be afraid.
We went to dinner and despite the fabulous spread my mother had devoted herself to, I was troubled. I was troubled by wounds within myself and my family, and I was troubled by wounds in the world. The Standing Rock protests were in full swing, and the dissonance was palpable, eating our Thanksgiving dinner while the Dallas Cowboys and Washington Redskins played football on national TV. I felt myself separating, even as I loved these people and this world. I felt myself called to a deeper reality.
After dinner, and after the food coma, my brother and I drove down to the Grand Lake Theater in Oakland to take in one last film for the night. And it really felt like some sort of Arrival. We sat and watched a female linguist be given a tool by an alien species – a tool that everyone else took to be some sort of weapon. What this linguist received, however, was a new way of knowing and communication – a clairvoyance based in the wholeness of thought and time. Where others saw war she was able to follow these frightening premonitions and intuitive movements to peace, and in doing so change the course of humanity. I realized as I sat there, and as those same, now familiar shivers and tears overtook me, that I too had followed a prescient pathway to arrive in that seat, at that time, taking in the messages of “Arrival” beside my brother. Synchronicities had guided me, first to a number of disparate films, then to a YouTube conspiracy theory. I had walked a tightrope between two worlds, balancing into trust amidst a void of dismissal and doubt. I had been willing to trust and love. And now, here I sat, aware more than ever of my own conscious part in the story I was watching unfold on the silver screen, tears streaming down my face. “Time’s Up,” I posted on my Facebook Feed. The Future had finally arrived.
These days, I find messages like this more than ever, filling my day-to-day. Where once I feared insanity and schizophrenia, I find now only naturalness, and calmness, and joy. I feel myself as one conscious conduit on the end of a long telephone wire stretching into some mysterious, but home-like future. And I make myself available for supporting the unveiling of this immaculate web, the unbelievable discovery of our true nature, the union of this seemingly flat reality and the irresistible love-songs of God.
My prayer is that this article itself might merit participation in this less and less secretive passing of messages and love notes back and forth. And that in doing so, it can bring some relief and understanding to whoever you are, and through this, be of some help. When Amy Adams asks the aliens in “Arrival” why they have given her this knowledge, they reply that they will need humans help in 3000 years. If we are truly the “aliens” of which we speak, this can only be seen as a beseeching request and prayer from our distant descendants – our future selves. It is time to wake up. Our elders and indigenous traditions, still living, are to be believed: the time of singularity is here. May all we do now delight the Spirit and bring abundance to our children and future generations.