Swallowing the sun

Saturday's New Moon + Eclipse might be a little extra

I don’t often write or talk about my personal spiritual experiences at length, but this week’s shaman shit is just hitting different— and I feel compelled to share it with a larger audience.

My dreamscape last night was saturated with incredibly vivid, shaman-y dreams involving this coming weekend’s eclipse. These dreams featured the image of an intensely bright red corona surrounding the otherwise black sun on television screens— and just outside of various windows. In the dream, the black sun was huge and looming incredibly close to the landscape, and I had to constantly remind myself to not stare at it for fear I would permanently damage my eyesight.

The strange part? Prior to last night’s dreams, I had been under the erroneous impression that this weekend’s eclipse was going to be a lunar eclipse. Au contraire, mon ami— and apologies for this oversight in our Libra New Moon post titled “Mind the Gap”. Rather, last night’s dreams corrected my previous assumption, and when I woke up to google it I was blown away by the fact that this Saturday’s eclipse will, in fact, be a solar eclipse.

Who knew?

Well, my dreams…apparently. Kind of creepy that my “dreams” know things my waking consciousness doesn’t.

A looming collapse?

In this series of eclipse dreams— or visions, depending on your point of view— I was watering large containers of flowers and organizing various papers in what felt like an astral version of my business. I was watching the news about the eclipse, noting that there must have been something unusual about it to predicate all of the persistent TV coverage.

Then, a woman ran into my store, upset about her stock investments. I asked her what happened and she said, “Can you believe it? Etsy and PayPal just went out of business— and I’m heavily invested in both of them!” I let out something to the effect of “Shit!” and informed this person that my entire business functioned on Etsy and PayPal— a fate worse than just being on the losing end of a stock market moment.

But then it hit me. The dream turned way more lucid, and I said, “This is just the beginning. Everything goes. Everything collapses. It’s not just going to impact me.”

I woke up and immediately started googling the eclipse, freaking out a little bit about the fact that my dream accurately depicted the type of eclipse— particularly considering the message that came along with the unforgettable imagery.

“Things are getting kind of Aztec-y”

Then the strange synchronicities started. The first tweet I saw when logging into Twitter was, “Things are kind of getting Aztec-y, aren’t they?”. While this was a reference to the strange bloodlust and apocalyptic overtones permeating social media at the moment, it also triggered a dormant bit of pedantic knowledge stored in a deep recess of my brain: towards the end of the empire, the Aztecs performed human sacrifice on the eclipses in order to sate the blood hunger of their solar deity— or whatever demon was pretending to be a deity during the collapse of their civilization.

The black sun, to them, was a dire warning from angry, hungry gods. A portent of doom. A reason to fear. A sign of the coming end. They would say that the gods were “swallowing the sun”, potentially taking from them the source of all life on earth.

Just then, I received a Substack notice about a new post from a writer that I follow titled “Our new pastime of watching people die”— featuring an image of a very creepy and very bloody skull (link to post included further below for your reference). The writer was highlighting the new phenomenon of veritable snuff films making the rounds on mainstream social media, all of which feature the horrific scenes of rape, torture, murder, and mass destruction currently unfolding in the Middle East.

Our new pastime of watching people die

It hit me that these videos were a kind of shared human sacrifice ritual, whether purposeful or not. After all: there was a digital crowd staring at this horrific scenes of death, releasing god-only-knows what kind of psychic energy in the process. In ancient Aztec death rituals, everyone came to watch, too.

Yah, I would say that shit was getting pretty Aztec-y indeed.

What does it all mean?

I would be lying if I told you I had a fully fleshed out prophecy detailing all of the specifics of what is coming. Hell, I don’t even know if this dream has any relevancy for anyone but me— or if anything of any importance even happens this weekend.

That’s the way shamanism works. We collect the data and do our best to navigate reality— always understanding that free will and an almost endless multitude of variables complicate the plot all the damn time.

For all I know, Etsy might go down for a few hours. Or PayPal gets hacked for a day. It could be a giant nothing burger.

In other words: there are no guarantees when it comes to these kinds of psychic messages.

But here’s what I do know: the dreams I had last night are what we call “big dreams” in this kind of spiritual work. They are notably different from the other subconscious meanderings of our standard dreamscapes, and hold within them palpable, valuable symbolism and spiritual data. Prior to this, not one of these “big dreams” has ever let me down or fizzled out into nothing.

Also worth noting: the world is not being very chill right now. Potential propaganda and social engineering aside, there does seem to be a tremendous amount of genuine unrest and chaos and building— if not erupting— tension on a global basis. Human behavior— largely made visible through social media engagement— seems particularly inhuman and bloodthirsty at the moment, with calls for death and dismemberment and messages of fear and terror alongside cries that the “end is near!”

What’s more: all the psychics I know are f*cking feeling it right now. We’re either exhausted and constantly sleeping or we’re unable to sleep at all. The symptoms of “ascension” or activation or just plain old spiritual awakening seem to be the most severe I’ve ever experienced or witnessed. We’re kind of all tripping out while dead sober, with vacillating energy levels and strange physical sensations and tremendous difficulty orienting to material reality— particularly with regard to time.

And it gets weirder. Almost every psychic practitioner I know has, for the last several years, zeroed in on this precise moment in time (mid-October through early spring 2024) as “The Event”. Fun fact: until my friend Britt texted me a few weeks ago, I did not realize that this window of timing aligns perfectly with bookended solar and lunar eclipses, all of which converge over Austin, TX.

Fun stuff.

As for the details, none of us woo people seem to know what this event actually is, what prompts it, what happens as a result, where it happens, etc.. But we are all getting the vibe that a major situation is going to unfold on planet earth— one that changes everything forever. The strangest element of this is that, for the first time, none of us can access the details. And yes: that’s been a super creepy factor I’ve been navigating for several months.

For my part, I don’t think it will be the true end of the world. I think things are going to get messy (“you can’t make an omelette without breaking a few eggs”) but ultimately illuminating. After all: the word apocalypse doesn’t mean the end of the world. It means “great revealing of information” and refers to a wholesale awakening of the human species, one in which we get to see the real nature of our reality.

The key? We’re going to have to get out of all of our old habits when change comes to town. I, for one, vote “no” on human sacrifice when times get tough. I’m also going to resist staring into hell as much as possible for the foreseeable future, focusing on slowing down, resetting my nervous and adrenal systems, and getting into the receiving vibration required to receive clear psychic insights like the ones I got last night.

So, don’t freak out if things get wild this weekend. Be smart and logical and stay as grounded as you can in actual reality— not the shit that pops up on the black mirrors attached to our devices.

Talk to your spirit guides. Meditate. Pay attention to what comes through.

Keep it simple and stick to the basics. Don’t listen to the doomsday panic perpetrated by the spiritual narcissists on TikTok, IG and YouTube.

And, if nothing else, keep an eye on the skies. Well, not during the eclipse— that would damage your eyes— but you catch my drift;)

-Rachel