I wake at precisely 11:11 to crazy alien vibrations and pulsing lights streaming into my beachside cottage. Here I am, just four days before the purported “End-of-the-World” all alone in the middle of the Atlantis Energy Vortex in the Bermuda Triangle.
And I’m Shitty Scared.
Why didn’t I bring Hubby on this trip? The wind seemingly comes from nowhere, rattling the broken Venetian blinds in my room and immediately transporting me back to childhood alien abduction fantasies of the Whitley Strieber genre.
Could this finally be the UFO nightmare that’s been haunting me since 1987?
It doesn’t help matters that all these New Age types I’ve been hanging with here do nothing but talk about past lives and all the strange mystical shit that transpires here regularly on this tiny island of Bimini, Bahamas. Here is what the daytime view looks like:
Gorgeous, right? But also desolate. And somewhat scary. (Like, how is that tree actually growing on that rock with its roots attached to nothing?)
The spacecraft gets closer and louder.
Its lights now shine directly into my room and I have no idea what I should do. I have no cell service, and the others in my group are staying several miles away. The “resort” I’m trying to sleep at is deserted; I haven’t seen another guest or even a staff member since checking in two days ago. Plus, I’m not dressed and have no make-up on. I’m hardly in a presentable state for my first alien encounter.
Nevertheless, I brace myself and crawl over to the window.
But by the time I’m brave enough to peek out, there is nothing left to see. Why did I elect to spend my last days here, of all places?
It’s been six months since I started this blog on the Summer Solstice in Barcelona. At the time, even though I knew the world wouldn’t actually end on my 45th birthday (12/21/12), I wanted to examine how I would live my life if I truly did have just six months left. In those six months, I’ve slept in twenty-four cities. And even though many of these places were relatively close to home, both I and my travel budget are now truly exhausted.
I so want this grand finale to pay off.
So what did I hope to find here in Bimini? A large part of my quest this year has been related to rediscovering my life purpose. To this end I’ve studied with a Zen priestess, let horses whisper my truth back to me, journeyed to some gorgeous new places, revisited some past favorites, bought some art, drunk too much wine, read too many books, spent too much money, fought with Hubby a few too many times, and even paid a guru or two to give me their version of my best path forward. And while I’ve certainly gained something from each experience, I’m no longer certain that I’ve even been asking the right question.
Maybe there is no such thing as a single Life Purpose?
In other words, perhaps our purpose evolves and grows just as we do. According to ostensible prophet Edgar Cayce, those who journey to the Atlantis Energy Vortex near Bimini with a good heart will be rewarded by gaining knowledge of their spiritual goal in this incarnation. If there’s even a chance of this being true, I still want it.
Plus, this trip promises wisdom from another source:
If the wild dolphins are anything like the incredible horses I worked with in September, they have plenty to teach us. But just like my alien encounter, things with the dolphins don’t go exactly as planned.
But before I get to the dolphins, I need to explain a little about the “energy work” our group is engaged in. We start each day with yoga, we’re being trained in Reiki, and we eat nothing but gourmet raw vegan meals:
I feel light, clean, and healthier than I’ve felt for a long time. But even so, I don’t feel so different that I would hallucinate. At least I don’t think I would. But here is what happens when we’re hunting for seashells at the beach:
Beam me up, Scotty?
The leader of our group tells us the photo shows an example of pure energy. She reminds us that we are the holy grail; when we open our minds and hearts to fully receive, we become the chalice for the universe to fill.
My smart atheist friends say the photo is just an example of “lens flare.”
But I didn’t show them what the beam of light left behind in the water:
What do you think that weird blob hovering on the right side of this photo is? (I wish I could tell you; I have no idea.)
Strange things happen here.
But back to the dolphins. We have no trouble finding them on our very first outing:
But our captain is puzzled that they’re in the wrong place. He’s been leading dolphin expeditions for fifteen years, but has never found them heading South like they were when we met them. They are clearly in a hurry going somewhere, and take little time to play with us.
The next day, we find a single dolphin — again, very unusual, as they swim in pods — who swims directly beneath me at the bow and lets me take several pictures. Unfortunately, right after this, my new camera is whisked off its strap and falls into the ocean. It seems weird that the camera strap would break so easily, and I can’t believe my bad luck.
Until one of my fellow travelers shows me this shot she captured of the same dolphin:
What the heck is that underwater face in the upper left corner? (And please don’t tell me it’s lens flare ...) My friends think whoever/whatever it is also stole my camera.
We don’t see any more dolphins after my camera goes missing, despite three more attempts. We are hoping to travel forty miles offshore on 12/21/12 to the middle of the vortex, but the weather doesn’t cooperate and we have to be content sending positive energy to Atlantis from the shore. So here is what we manifested — my birthday sunrise at the End-of-the-World:
And to me, it really doesn’t matter whether this photo is lens flare, or if we activated the ruby rays of the energy vortex and thereby helped the planet move on to the next level in its evolution. One of my women in my group “channeled” a message from the dolphins. Apparently they were too busy doing their own energy work with the grid beneath the sea to spend time playing with us.
Do I believe her? Do you?
At this point, it no longer matters to me. I have found new friendships and true beauty on this trip. (There is much more to add, but not in a lighthearted blog such as this.)
Does this mean I’ve also found my life purpose during the course of this blog? At least I know my purpose was NOT to go missing in the Bermuda Triangle. I feel like Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz, because all my travels over the past six months have just made me realize there’s no place like home.
I’m now forty-five. And I’m okay with this. Mostly. Well, sort of. (Okay, the Botox budget will probably just keep rising from here.) And even if I didn’t save the planet, I am here for a reason.
And so are you. Remember, No Journey is Wasted.
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