I wrote the previous post after 1 a.m., forgetting that at that time, not only was there a full moon, but the moon was in the process of total eclipse. Can’t help wondering if my mother’s manic mood yesterday had something to do with the pull of the tides. Or something shifting?
Dave Rogers let me know he forgot to leave the link in his comment on my post about “shifting.” It’s a link to an article about “A Huge Hole in Outer Space.”

What they can’t explain is a discovery announced a few days ago by Lawrence Rudnick, an astronomer at the University of Minnesota. He and a couple of colleagues have found what they think is another void in space — but at about a billion light-years across (that’s 6 billion trillion miles, give or take), it’s many times bigger than any void ever seen. It’s so big, in fact, that if it’s really there, it could cause real problems for all current models of the universe; the 14 or so billion years since the Big Bang isn’t long enough for gravity to have cleared out a space this huge.

Things shift whether we make them do so or not.
My mother is sitting in her recliner watching the mass on EWTN. I’m behind her at the kitchen table cutting up a watermelon and taking the seeds out (she thinks the seeds are bugs). I listen to the priest give his memorized chant and everyone else respond automatically.
I’m thinking that, unlike the story about the hole in the universe, which is literally awesome, the routine going on in that church, which SHOULD be awesome, is pretty boring. I remember it all lulling me to sleep when I was a kid restlessly stuck in a pew. I would read the gospels (like reading short stories) to keep me awake.
It seems to me, if you’re going to try to shift the universe (or convince your god to do it for you), you would need to feel passionate about it. You would need to generate the energy to propel your will and intention well beyond your earthbound mind.
I remember when a theory of Transcendental Meditation was that if a critical mass of individuals all meditated at the same time, the combined energy could change the world. Maybe shift the universe?
If all of those people in churches on Sunday morning would pray with real passion, intention, and will, would something begin shifting? Of course, that wouldn’t necessarily mean that it would shift for the better of humanity.
On the television, the priest is praying for the unborn children, preaching against abortion and birth control. Lunacy. Absolute lunacy.
My mother falls asleep in her recliner, and I being watching one Woody Allen’s lunatic movies. I had never seen this one — Everyone Says I Love You.
It’s a silly musical, far from awesome, but I’m getting a kick out of hearing Ed Norton, Julia Roberts, and Drew Barrymore try to sing. And Woody Allen try to dance. A little bit of lunacy is sometimes good for the ailing spirit.
I think about my plans to get out of here for five days in a couple of weeks. I’m planning to stay at my daughter’s for a few days and then drive to my women friends in Albany and hang out for a few more days.
Getting grounded with them will help me survive the ongoing lunacy here.
Before I go, I will put r@d@r’s actual talisman in the mail to him. Created with passion, will, and intention, it will shift his universe if he wants it to. If he wants it with passion, will, and intention.
And, maybe with a little awesome lunacy as well.
P.S. Speaking of Transcendental Meditation and lunacy, check out this awesome article by David Lynch of Twin Peaks and Blue Velvet fame.