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Tuesday, Jan. 10, 2006 — Santa Fe, New Mexico

Letter from Mark David

"This is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius..."
— from the musical Hair

Dear Friends of the Light,

Despite the lyric, it was not yet dawn when the cast of Hair proclaimed the Age of Aquarius 38 years ago.

Rather, it was like looking east in the embrace of night, knowing that the sun will rise but not yet seeing its fingers of light reach above the horizon.

Today, nearly four decades later, those fingers of light are visible and dawn truly is nigh.

This is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius, if not in strict astrological terms then certainly in energetic terms.

The Age of Aquarius is not an age of free love and unfettered sex.

It's an age of Universal Love, of wholeness, of peace...in our own lives.

It's an age when we realize the Kingdom of Heaven here on earth...in our own lives.

It's an era when we recognize, experience and express the highest vibration in all...beginning in our own lives.

It's what some have been calling the New Earth.

The New Earth need not be presaged by Armageddon-like destruction, natural or otherwise, unless we choose for it to be so.

Nor will is it likely to arrive whole and in fancy gift-wrap on January 1, 2012.

Just as January 1, 2000 didn't look much different than December 31, 1999, so January 1, 2012 will not arrive on angelic fanfare with everything bathed in the pink light of bland perfection.

Human progress, however divinely guided, doesn't work that way.

Human progress is incremental. Each day builds on the last. Each choice for ascension feeds the next.

Each step taken in love is Heaven on Earth. Each word spoken with respect is Heaven on Earth. Each breath of surrender is Heaven on Earth.

We have all come an unimaginable distance in that regard, within the unprecedented space of a single lifetime. We are already living ascended moments every day.

The key is to fill the spaces between those ascended moments with yet more ascended moments...and yet more.

When the chain is complete, you will have achieved Heaven on Earth in your life. You will be living the Age of Aquarius in every breath.

And when enough of us form a continuous chain, we will experience the New Earth collectively.

The New Earth emerges not in a blaze of glory but one consciousness at a time, beginning with yours...beginning with mine.

And yet there are periods, I call them portals or gateways, during which the energetics are particularly supportive of the ascension work we are living.

We experienced two in the last several months — the Cosmic Liberation Portal and the Christ Light Revelation Portal.

We are about to move into a third.

The New Earth Portal is more than a 20- or 40-day opening. It's a gateway into Heaven on Earth that spans much of 2006.

This is the year that truly marks the dawning of the Age of Aquarius, and in energetic terms that year begins on January 19, when the sun enters Aquarius. I'm calling that day the Aquarian Earth Gateway.

Much of my writing and teaching through this next year will focus on the New Earth and how best to draw its energies into your life.

To that end, my events and sessions are now being called New Earth Initiations and their focus is on awakening and activating Heaven on Earth in your life.

In this, I will be working with many energies, as I always do, among them the archangelic energies of Michael and Gabriel, the integrative energies of Melchizedek, the musical ascension energies of the Hathors, the enlightening energies of the Christ and the earth-magic energies of the devic realms.

In addition, my words, sound and presence this year will be powerfully informed by the energy of the buffalo.

In many Native traditions, the buffalo symbolizes healing and abundance. The white buffalo is said to represent the restoration of an age of peace, harmony and balance.

Together, all buffalo carry the energy of the New Earth, of Heaven on Earth.

The Way of the Buffalo is the ascension journey, the path of personal and planetary healing.

And so, in this Sacred Earth Year which is also the Year of the Buffalo, all my group and private New Earth Initiations will also be initiations into the Way of the Buffalo.

I look forward to working with you through this most powerful year — privately and in groups, in person or over the phone — as, together, we step into the Heaven on Earth of personal and planetary ascension.

Please join your energy with mine on Thursday, January 19 via teleconference as we launch this Year of the Buffalo, this Year of the New Earth, this true dawning of the Age of Aquarius.

The January 19 teleconference for the Aquarian Earth Gateway will be a powerful opportunity to claim your initiation and step into a year of heartful mastery, joyful empowerment and grace-filled acceleration. (See calendar, above right, for details.)

You're already on your way. Together, let's commit to going the distance!

I believe in you.

Blessings,
Mark David

P.S. As I mentioned in my December 30 newsletter, teleconference prices have gone up to $33 — a direct consequence of (long-resisted) guidance that I honor the value and vibration of my work and, by example, encourage you to do likewise.

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You're On the Right Track...and Never Alone

These reassuring words came to me in Santa Fe's Cathedral Church of St. Francis on Sunday as I sat in its powerfully activating Franciscan energy.

Feel yourself lifted up.

However weary you are, feel yourself lifted up that you might see not where you are going, for there are elements of that which would be incomprehensible to your human mind. No, lift yourself up that you might gain a perspective on where you have come from, that you might see not the distances left to travel, whatever they are, but the vast distances you have already traveled.

Look back a year, six months, six weeks.

Are you now who you were then?

Cannot you see the great strides you have made? The advances you have made?

Cannot you see home much stronger and fearless you have become? How much wiser? How much more knowing and seeing?

Despite the uncertainties about what may or may not lie ahead, cannot you see how much more certain you are on your path? In your surrender? In your faith?

Celebrate these now. In this moment.

Celebrate who you have become.

Celebrate your light, which shines so much more brightly than it did six weeks ago, six days ago, six hours ago.

Yes, it flickers at times, like candlelight.

Yes, it ebbs and flows like the tide.

Yes, despite the fluctuations, you move forward — unstoppably...inexorably...wondrously.

Celebrate that, for you are on the right track.

I am here.

Wherever you are I am with you.

I walk with you through your sorrows.

I walk with you through your fears and your doubts.

I walk with you now as you have walked with me through so many days in the past.

We are one, you and I...now and always

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The Way of the Buffalo: Notes Toward a New Earth

In December 2004 I left my Sedona home and began an odyssey I never expected to last more than a few months. Although I have stopped in many places through my year's cross-country travels, none has yet called me to stay. And so I continue, carrying my words and songs to you and to the earth. These are my chronicles of this journey.

Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam...

I have renamed these writings The Way of the Buffalo in recognition of my powerful connection with the buffalo, itself a symbol of the New Earth.

The Way of the Buffalo is the journey that ignites Heaven on Earth, fitting in a year that is, itself, a New Earth Portal, a year I have been guided to call the Year of the Buffalo.

Until further notice, my home is where the buffalo roam. My buffalo are not restricted to the Great Plains. They roam wherever they are called, and I roam with them...across the great expanse of this great land.

About the photo: I photographed the buffalo pictured above in September in Custer State Park, in the Black Hills of South Dakota. Here's how I came to see them...

"I want to see buffalo,” I announced aloud as I turned onto the park’s Wildlife Loop Road.

“Call them in,” I heard in response.

Without thinking, I began to sing sacred sounds, sounds I don’t think I had ever sung before. Within five minutes, traffic on the road was blocked by the crossing of some 50 buffalo.

Thursday, January 5, 2005 — Benson, Arizona

As (almost) always, I’m guided to my night’s accommodation with ease, even if it does push my financial buttons.

Today it happens particularly elegantly. The first hotel I see, just outside the town whose energies have drawn me to it, meets all my criteria.

After more than a year with no bed or roof of my own, these criteria have grown increasingly stringent: queen-size bed or larger, high-speed internet access in the room, fridge & microwave, elevator if I’m not on the ground floor, good energy, convenient parking and room rates that fall within a comfortable range.

Not every place I stay meets all these criteria. But the moment, some months back, when I realized that with no home of my own to go back to, my hotel room was my home, I did my best to forswear anything that didn’t meet a certain standard of comfort and convenience.

This hotel passes all but the price test. I grit my teeth and take the room.

Even after a year during which my financial needs have always been met, doubts and insecurities still bubble up. They bubble up now in particular, at a time with few known income opportunities on the horizon.

Even as they bubble up, I know better. I know that through the past year I have never wanted for anything. Miracles large and small have always covered the costs and requirements of my journey.

Monies spent have always been replaced — more than replaced — sometimes in the most amazing, unexpected ways. Non-financial support has also been present in ways that diminish my financial requirements.

That I’m always taken care of is unequivocally provable, demonstrable and certain.

So why do I doubt?

A part of me feels safe only when tomorrow’s requirements have been secured. Only then does it feel control. Only in control does it feel safe.

And yet there is no control. There is only surrender...to the moment...and to the fact that there is no moment when I have lacked anything I required.

As long as I hold to the moment and to the recognition that in that moment all is well, the same will be true in the next moment.

And yet...

As I settle into my room having fully surrendered to its cost, an inner groan sighs through me.

This is my first hotel experience in 12 days, my first night back on the road after a dozen nights in the same town.

A pall of weariness settles over me.

How much longer will this go on?

Where will I go from here?

And from there? And from there?

And then I realize that I have fallen out of the moment in the same way I did an hour ago, over the cost of the room.

Once again, I seek control over the uncontrollable.

There is no tomorrow. There is no moment beyond this one.

There is only now...this moment on a journey whose parameters, dimensions and extent I may never fully know or understand.

All I can do is trust in this moment of that journey, surrender to the higher power that drives it and reassure in loving embrace all parts of me that feel frightened and insecure.

All I can do is move forward, whatever that means, on the path I chose long ago. All I can be is the journey....day by day, moment by moment, breath by breath.

Saturday, January 7, 2005 — Socorro, New Mexico

This is not the first time I have felt drawn to this town an hour south of Albuquerque. But it is the first time I act on the call and spend the night.

There’s not much to Socorro, and I quickly realize it’s less the town than its name that is the magnet.

Socorro is a Spanish word meaning succor, aid or support, a name given to the area by the 16th-century Spanish explorers who received much-needed assistance there from the native population.

Succor is not a word you hear often these days. Yet a few hours before I arrive here, I hear it repeatedly in a National Public Radio report on the patron saint of New Orleans: a representation of Mother Mary known as Our Lady of Prompt Succor.

Together, Socorro and Our Lady of Prompt Succor remind me that I am always supported, swiftly, fully and lovingly....and, as it turns out, always have been: One of my hometown’s oldest and best-known churches is Notre Dame de Bonsecours, the French persona of Our Lady of Prompt Succor.

Sunday, January 8, 2005 — Santa Fe, New Mexico

You either trust or you do not. There is no halfway in between.

I think of this quote from my novel, The MoonQuest, this afternoon when I arrive in Santa Fe, whose name means holy faith.

It’s been a rough few days since I left Sedona. It’s been hard not to question this journey and its utility. It’s been hard not to doubt. It’s been hard not to long for the stability of a single roof, a single bed.

It has been easy to second-guess Spirit, to rage at God, to demand solid specifics.

It has been easy to lose faith.

It has been particularly easy to lose faith at a time when, once again, I feel suspended in the portal between here and there, in that eternal/infernal void in which nothing seems to move.

Yet, appearances are often deceiving, even more so when so-called dimensional reality wavers before my eyes, when the ground that once seemed so solid is fluid and mutable.

Times like these are what faith was created for. Moments like these are what trust was designed for.

It’s not faith that is holy. Rather, faith creates holiness, wholeness, oneness. When I have faith, I am one with my Divine Essence. From that place of oneness it’s simple to trust, easy to surrender.

Signs come in many forms. Assurance has many guises.

If yesterday I was reminded that I am supported, today I am reminded that without faith and the trust and surrender it engenders, there is nowhere to channel that support.

And so, once again, I surrender to the journey, to the uncertainty, to the unknowingness, my faith not only my rock but the rocket that propels me forward.

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