Here were are – 12.12.12 – the “Day of Crystal Activation.” Which might mean something to you, something you have managed to distill from the ether(net), or nothing at all. 

 Someone asked me last night, ‘12.12.12 is a Gregorian calendar date, which, as we know, has no relation to natural cycles. So how can this date be significant?’ It’s a good question. 

 9.9.9, 10.10.10, 11.11.11 and 12.12.12 are significant in the first place because of their numerology. There is the threefold repetition of the number, three being the number of eternal movement, of trinity, of transcendence or progression from dual polarity. Good things come in threes.

Then there is the numerology of the numbers repeated. Nine is three threes, therefore a master expression of the energy of three. Ten is completion, which at the same time is the jumping to the next level, a beginning. eleven is double one, the number of beginning. Thus 11.11.11 last year was a day of beginnings, doubly and triply! 

Numerologically 12.12.12 has  the resonance of three (1 + 2) repeated three times. From Tarot comes the resonance of the first trump, The Magician, representing will/yang/masculine, and the second, The High Priestess, representing receptivity/yin/feminine. 12 signifies the union of these two. The masculine and feminine cooperating together. 

 From Jose Arguelles, the neo-Mayan channeller and activation for world change via adoption of a 13 moon calendar, comes the resonance of the Twelfth of the Thirteen Tones of the Sacred Loom of the Maya. Twelve is the Crystal Tone, which represents cooperation. It is the most ‘configurable’ number of all the tones, being divisible by 2,3,4 and 6 – indeed for this reason the old (Imperial) metrics (inches and feet and so on) were all calculated in base 12. 

While, like newspaper astrology, much bunkum has been published about it, numerology has its roots in the esoteric sciences – which is to say in the work of the ancients – the arab, jewish, greek, egyptian, indian… Which is to say that numerology is part of the Perennial Philosophy – a way of thinking that we see again and again in kabalah, shamanism, vedanta, buddhism and other modes. If you like– if it is illusory, then it is the Grand Illusion to which all illusions seem to lead.

Returning to the present day, with our cumbersome and lopsided  calendar that bears the name of Pope Gregory, with its unequal moons and names of months pushed out of place…Why should a date in this calendar be significant? 

Strange though it is, this is the calendar the modern world uses. This is the global calendar. This is the calendar that, rightly or wrongly, currently ‘unifies’ the world. It is the calendar programmed into every mobile phone and computer, printed in every diary. It is the calendar of the Technosphere. 

Let us talk of spheres. We have the biosphere, the shroud of soil and water and plants and organisms that includes us. A cybernetic whole that somehow sustains itself (via water, nitrogen and countless other cycles) between the lithosphere (the mineral/rock/inorganic planet) and the atmosphere. Jose Arguelles has revived the work of Vladimir Vernadsky, the Russian geologist and cosmist, and one of the forerunners of the cybernetic Gaia theory. In particular his concept of the Noosphere. 

Deriving from the Greek /nous/ meaning mind (which survives in colloquial English as “nouse”) the Noosphere is the ‘mind envelope’ of the planet. The collective dream, if you like. The will to. Generally, historically, typically, the will is to expansionism, racism, nationalism, exploitation of natural resources and all the violence that necessitates. Pessimists would say simply a will to violence. A bestial will. 

Noosphere, atmosphere and biosphere are all interconnected, forming a larger cybernetic system, this time one that transcends inner (mind) and outer (bio phenomena). By feeding the noosphere violent energies, violence manifests on Earth – not only in the direct manifestations of bomb attacks and drone wars and whatever – but also in ways pertaining to the biosphere itself. Ecological disasters, desertification, disruption of water cycles. Here would appear a strong argument that it IS human activity that brings about climate change. 

The melting of the icecaps, we have heard, is a cybernetic feedback system. Now that it has a certain momentum, it can only accelerate. For instance as the ice recedes the surface of the earth is less reflective, meaning more heat is absorbed, the ice melts faster. 

Enter the Technosphere. A latter day pretender. An impostor. A superfast silicon Noosphere that carries its own illlumination. I can make a phone call to the other side of the world, check facts on Vernadsky or find political, subversive, sexual, heretical information in moments. The Technosphere has a role to play in the Ascension of the Earth. A curious role: prisoner and liberator at the same time. A channel for that will to violence? An accelerator.

The Arab Spring was sprung via Twitter, they say. Certainly, the internet spreads memes quickly and widely. In the Plan (the plant, planet plan) this is the secret mission of the internet. ‘Problem’ being that the internet exists also in a dualistic world, which means it must have its dark side as much as its light. One can get trapped in the Technosphere. Transfixed by our mobile phone, images on the internet, the ceaseless chatter and bickering and mini-acknowledgements of Facebook. And so on. 

I rather like the image of Gollum in the Lord of the Rings (which comes from Tolkien’s Norse-soaked imagination) who grasps one last time the One Ring to Rule Them All (and in the darkness bind them) and stumbles, carrying the Ring the last step into the purifying Fire. Perhaps there are clues there as to the role of the Technosphere. 

Returning again to today! 12.12.12 is a portal, a window into the machine-calendar, the artificial noosphere that unifies us. A glitch in the Matrix. Its theme is cooperation, coming together, in twos and sixes and threes and fours, online, on the phone, physically. Do something special today. Be cooperative. Be aware of the configuration of others around you.  

For after the Twelfth Tone comes the last. The Thirteenth, which can appear in our duodecimal Gregorian calendar only as the year 2013. 13:20, 13 tones and 20 solar glyphs, is the sacred loom of the Maya, the matrix at the core of all their calendars.

Thirteen as ever, is about Death, about Transformation, about letting go.

Then the New may enter. 


The Tower in the East

A street in the sky with the sun at the end of it

A street in the sky with the sun at the end of it

I was in Stratford this afternoon delivering my holistic massage coursework to the school. Afterwards, I thought I’d have a quick look at the new Westfields.

Stratford – at least the stretch of concrete I know between the tube station and the Broadway – is urban jungle. A sort of larger, slightly newer Elephant & Castle. The demographic is different. Stratford is more New London, whereas Elephant is Old. Stratford is exclusively Eastern. The Asians, Africans, even Europeans are all Eastern. But apart from that it’s basically the same.

But up an enormous flight of stairs towards the sky, across a wide, glass drawbridge which spans the metal moat of Stratford Station, is Castle Westfields.

A City in the Sky to rival almost Canary Wharf, it shoots straight to the top of the Shopping Mall I’d Most Like To Be Holed Up In Come Dawn of the Dead chart.

Westfields is an impressive construction. Presumably an enormous amount of money has been spent. The shops are impressive. The artificial streets twitter with the sound of artificial birds and artificial running water. Acceptable, middle of the road pop music plays over the PA. It is a place of clean, straight lines, metal, glass.

And a sense of the great emptiness that is the Olympic Village behind it.

Sun over the Olympic Stadium, via Window of John Lewis

Sun over the Olympic Stadium, via Window of John Lewis

The sun was directly over the main stadium, which reminded me of the Millennium Dome. Closer to Westfields is a smaller stadium – the velodrome perhaps – which resembles a ziggurat in negative – the steps leading down into the middle. Here then is the architecture of the spectacle on an even grander scale than 1999. The sky above it was really quite something. Reflected in the window of the giant John Lewis store, I thought it made for an ironic sort of shot.

I had already been clocked by one security vehicle (hey, I haven’t shaved all week, I am quasi-bearded). Seconds after taking this shot another appeared and a Westfields Security Officer fitted out with full Agent Smith coiled earpiece got out and asked if I was alright.

He wanted to see the pics on my iPhone (I’m going to have to give my photography secret away now) and for once the Top Camera app was playing up and it took a while for anything to show. Obviously I knew not to carry on in any sort of Al Qua’ida-ish way – managing to disguise my Yemeny accent and offering the observation that the Olympic Village under the distinctly weird sun was “glorious” rather than Zilzal-ish. If he had really drilled me I would have explained perhaps that I was taking an “ironic” shot for a blog which was kinda hot on irony, in an initiatic rather than postmodern way.

But the shot itself seemed to satisfy him. He just wanted to check I wasn’t taking pictures of the cameras. That, of course, would have been a rather more ironic shot. I can see a whole series, whole blog dedicated to shots of CCTV cameras. Could be dangerous though. Pictures of Westfields were out then, but the Olympic Village was OK. I took a couple more, with him and the guy in the other jeep watching. Squinting touristically, and nodding at the pleasant impressiveness of it all. I went into John Lewis and had a cursory, decoy-ish glance through the kitchenware, wondering if the IOS 5 photostream already beaming out of my phone was tantamount to wearing the One Ring. I could feel the Eye on me all the way home.

Sun over the Olympic Stadium

Sun over the Olympic Stadium