Outside, on the peripheries of my life, details crash from the perimeter about people I’ve never met and their tragic life and death conditions.
I wake up.
I learn of the death of Aurora Campos.
Aurora had become woven into my FB alterverse. She commented on my posts, listened to the radio show and even showed up in the chartroom a few times. She was esoterically turned on and hella street smart.
She told me stories about her past lives in this one, hanging with big names she could not mention, doing things she would not talk about to others. Aurora was in the game before it was the game.
I got that it wasn’t so glamorous when she got out of it, because the game doesn’t end all that well for most. There’s a few variables and not many of them have happy endings attached to them.
But I also inferred from her that she was cool with her life, loving her familia and opening to deeper and deeper levels of maya in this realm, so deep in fact, that she had eschewed all symbols, seeing them as inherently evil and charged with the spell binding properties that keep us entrained on this dimensional plane.
Maybe that was her passport out.
She was done with it all.
I had been seeing her less and less and missing comments like, “U crazy!” I sent her one message to see if I had pissed her off and that she had left my virtual me. After a bit of a delay, she got back to me. Here is what she said, “i absolutely did not! i have taken a vacation. i have 2 things can only share with u….”
And that was it. I learned today that she passed from cancer.
It’s ironic that I would find out under Mercury in Cancer, retrograde, hearing about it a month later.
Meanwhile, this very same morning, I found out from another, virtual friend who relocated to a major city in the west to help her daughter raise her grandchildren, that when she arrived, she found her daughter involved in a prostitution ring. Tragic would be a gross understatement.
This type of connecting out of the physical is unlike any reality we’ve ever encountered before. Our connections weren’t ever this far afield. We might have extended families and friends of different stripes, floating in the orbits of our experience, long and short term, but nothing quite like this. We didn’t have emotional connections with text and static images, occasionally a Skype channeled voice.
This dis-embodied network of affiliation was as foreign to most people as high tea on Titan and yet here we are, assembling emotional touch points with avatars, phantoms and ghosts, people that never were in the truest, physical sense, and might never will be either.
But does that invalidate their existence? I have lines and lines of text to and from Aurora. I sent her one of my blog posts before I posted it because it was a pretty charged piece and based on her DNA and cultural place in this world, I wanted her perspective, just to make sure I wasn’t overstepping my bounds. She responded with clear and very positive feedback.
So what does it all mean? How do I respond to her passing? What to do about my other friend, whose daughter is caught in the depths of a very American vice?
How did we get here?
Granted, this isn’t the norm. I have a stacked 11th House with Moon, Mercury, Venus and Neptune, all up there, so I’m a bit more inclined than your average person to have a series of complex relationships that evolve over distance and digital transmission and yet, in the Plutonian depths, with Saturn in Scorpio on my Neptune, even I’m having some challenges comprehending all the layers.
On the plus side, I suppose we’re learning how to handle more complex and increasingly abstract relationships. There’s a strange omniscience that emerges, something akin to understanding the multiplicity of relating and caring from an outside perspective and source.
Is this how we all learn in some ways from the holographic program how to care for others from a multi-dimensional place?
Are we in some ways gods in training or is it is just another shaky vehicle to patch up our severe case of collective disenfranchisement?
Is it just another channel to stave off the onslaught of our ongoing depersonalization? I can’t be sure at the moment. But in any case, I’m dedicating this post to you Aurora Campos.
I caught flashes of your essence bursting through your syntax, revealing your spirit in code, a line of light in a realm where symbols are redeemed. You have been reclaimed by your source and are no longer caught on the hooks of barbed and toxic symbolism, with the supernatural memory of slavery and historical entrainment that goes along with it. You are no longer bound with the leaden cords that wrap themselves around our spirits like a noose.
You were bright, funny and endowed with the kind of heart that only a fully lived life would gift you with.
With the New Moon in Cancer, yet another symbolic reference you might have eschewed. I hope you are home now, safe, at peace and one with the stillness of the cosmic ocean, beginning again or not, wherever your spirit leads you. Rest well, while the rest of us sort through this tangled mess of a planet you wisely left behind.