Allow me...
There is no place to go, no-one to see.
No river to track through, no destination to be.
Along with the body lifting and falling -
inhaling and exhaling is essential to the calling.
Where bringing in the air through the channel of the nose,
let it exit out the body, from the mouth as it flows.
Using the mind... at the forehead, between each eye,
have a sense of your body from the left to the right side.
With the harmony of your notice, while in taking the air,
bring the balance of breathe into those areas there.
And in a rhythm of body, breathing slow and deep,
thoughts will arise from these places we keep -
the stress of the storage - every encounter we've been through -
whether unsettled or settled, whether old or whether new.
It's the nature of unit... a process you will find -
every experience we have had, held in both body and in mind,
will surface in the process with a momentary distraction
and keep you from the focus of relaxing the action.
As this occurs, simply recall to the minds eye -
the encounter of your breathing will allow them to roll by.
It's like the body of a glass that already maintains
the energy of its space with what it contains -
As you fill it with freshness it will bring up the past,
while breathing slower and deeper now, the distract will not last.
There's a reason I am posting this simple meditation.
The world is need of its own relaxation.
There is too much war and effort for power -
while every new day, at every new hour -
the opportunity for Peace and Unity awaits -
and when located within, we may choose to open the gates.
Not only for our self, but then when we do
We may offer our gate together, open to others too.

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Peace, and we look forward to seeing you.

Recently over several mornings I was awaken promptly at 6:00am by the incessant chirping of a Chipmunk. This critter brother seemed to speaking as loud as any critter could. In fact, if I didn't know any better, and I didn't until the third morning, I'd say this brother was yelling. On top of it the chatter went nonstop for a half hour. Without a single breath in-between!!

Finally on the third morning I opened my window and hollered out to the brother. I said hey, chipmunk, as a monk, shouldn't you be in silence somewhere meditating on world prayer or something?

The critter looked up at me as if, to have known exactly what I said, and began to speak... "And what, pray-tell, do you think I am out here doing this morning? Do you think we animal brothers and sisters don't know what's going down? Why shoot man, we gather in council each night and pray for the hypocrisy of our human brothers and sisters to stop. We think it's funny in a way...this great paradox... it is very serious".

What great paradox? I asked.

"Our human relations"... the Chipmunk replied. "You all...thinking, as you do, at the top of the animal chain. When with certainty, and do not see the broken links. That the chain has disintegrated so amongst yourselves, you cannot see the forest through the trees".

You mean the trees through the forest, I said.

"NO, no, no"! The Chipmunk replied. "Human brothers have cut the trees. If you have no more trees, you have no more forests. What then would you see? If you have no Peace, we are not content. Now our prayers are not silent, as yours ought not to be. Go; go tell it on the mountain. Sing for the glory of Peace, and the saving of our Mother Earth! Save yourselves to the Spirit of your relations – black, red, yellow and white. Pray for humans-being, rather than arguing between humans-doing.

Of course I was totally blown away at hearing all this. Let alone listening to a Chipmunk speak. I asked the Chipmunk to hang out and have coffee with me. Obviously by now I was no longer annoyed at being awaken. The Chipmunk obliged and requested instead that I bring out the other half of the apple I had recently left out as a treat.

I made myself coffee and brought out the half apple for the “monk”. I made myself comfortable in my lounge chair next the fountain on my patio. The Chipmunk was perched on the top stone chirping. Apparently there were two of them speaking to each other from a distance. The Chipmunk conveyed to me that it is getting onto harvest season and they were preparing a ceremony for their beginning preparations. They were discussing details. Evidently they were conferring on a Black Walnut stew, one of the dishes for the celebration.

While visiting, the Chipmunk asked if, by the way, I could add a few more stones to the foundation of the water fountain. The Chipmunk clan lived there and needed more area. I agreed as long as the chipmunk would answer my question. The chipmunk agreed and asked me what was on my mind. Tell me, “monk,” I said; what is the key to life?

Chuckling, the Chipmunk replied; “Key, Key-there is no lock! How can there be a key? I have an idea, how about you tell your human brother's and sister's to look away from the TV and get up off their couches. We animal brother's and sister's don't believe there is any key in that box.

If you live in the city, you go to the country. If you live in the country…go out in it. Go somewhere where there are woods, is water or a field of tall grass. Find a rolling hill and sit there-maybe you will find a key or… perhaps you will find a flower. Try going out at night and looking into the starlit sky. Count the stars, or wait till you see one fall. Make a wish…maybe you could wish for a key!

Once you encourage your brother's and sister's to get off their couches, inspire them to go sit in some unfamiliar location. Have them let a Daddy Long Legged Spider brother crawl on them. Chances are, if they don't let their unfounded fear cause them to jerk or a jump, they may find a key. Chances are, at the very least, they will find this spider brother isn't there to eat them, bite them, or otherwise even know they are there outside of a terrain to be crossed.

Go find a stone or stick. Pick something up off our Mother Earth. Make some good medicine out of it-fashion yourself a key. You could put it in a pouch and tie the pouch to your body somewhere. This way, where ever you go, you would have the key.

I have another idea… how about you roll up your pants and your sleeves and stand in the water. Scoop it up in your hands and splash it on your face. Let the water touch your lips. And for goodness sakes, don't worry. (There is certainly no key in worrying!) Unless you swallow, it won't find its way into your stomach. And if perhaps… water, having a life of its own, does make it past your lips… well, perhaps you will get a taste of a key.

Have I suggested the woods yet? Now there's a place where Crow brother's and sister's hang out. Go there, sit and listen. Let the Crow's tell you what they are talking about. Maybe you could ask them, if you can get a word in edgewise. If you are patient the whole Murder will fly over you. And while their wings displace the air… well now, there's a key… you will never forget the feeling of the displaced air pressure against your body. Heck, there is no other experience like that”.

It was then I noticed the Chipmunk staring at me. I recalled an old conversation from memory with the Dream Council I once had on grabbing the attention of someone by use of the eye as a muscle of conveying intent. That by the use of the left eye, looking into the right of another, and one could “capture” another's consideration to what was being transmitted. I knew then that if life truly needed a key that it was because we, as humans, have placed the lock on it. And the key… simply remove the lock!

Peace on your journey, Kris

With a daily reverence for our physical and spiritual relationship to all that is, there is a guarantee of crossing a threshold of peace within. This is the only outcome that can take place. Any additional phenomenon that occurs is an episode that transpires as a result of crossing this original threshold. Tofer.

Because of the sudden dynamics of the journey within the context of the evening I was engaged in, I am calling this article:

I Dig When These Things Happen

Clearly the tone was set. Any fire where I have my drum is a potential foreground for my spirit to connect with the spirit of all my relations. Although I was not drumming, inadvertently, it happened while speaking with friends around the fire in conversation of spirit and all of our relations.

One must consider the reference for having the daily discipline for All That Is, is open to pure potential, a most mysterious affair. Logic cannot offer one any explanation of sudden incident, where for example, on this night, an episode of bilocation to the Second Attention transpired quite unexpectedly.

Whilst conversing with my friends, She'sa, my newest pack member, began to howl in her usual manner of low tenor, setting the tone for the mood of Ohm. The synthesis of her vocalization with what sounded like drums in the distance nearly caused me to remark. Instead, without further ado to her moan, I became acutely aware of the tops of the trees to my left. Without wondering with any sense of acuity as to where the drum sound was coming from, I found myself in a very strange and wonderful place. And as if I were only in the midst of drifting to this place, with some comprehension, I turned to beckon a look towards my company, as if saying, are you aware of… I vaguely recall seeing the lips of my guests move yet I heard nothing.

Immediately a thunderous clap reverberated within me so loud, I felt the stretch of every portion of my physical being unite within a secondary snap that in the instant of event was like a million tiny parts exploding outward from my center. I observed my corporal fragmentation as an onlooker, while a simultaneous fusion of the latter occurred within the shift that transpired. Light filaments where like highways stretching from where I sat to the tops of the trees. And of course, with a sense of no longer sitting, I had taken flight as infinite particles of light energy being like; “beam me up Scotty” as in Star Trek, to a finite location above the trees. And as if nothing had occurred in my physical surroundings, everything in terms my proximate attention to a new location had changed. It was as if, in the only descriptive I can determine, I had become the parallel awareness within both locations.

I found myself gazing into the sky world. An old Shaman woman peered at me through a window. She was gazing back at me as if in a hypnotic state. She was singing a song. As I was observing, the words purged off my own lips. And as if I were only listening, I heard these words I was said to have sung.

From the ancestry of those who came from distant lands. I stir the waters of a wooden bowl fashioned from my ancient hands.

Gifts of offering to the spirit I prepare. Where on the full of a moon I ask the spirits for words to share.

My task for those who seek spirits wisdom - was prepared through the years in the confines of my kitchen.

And if you adjourn from this wise - to the spirit of which I refer, of the ways of this ancestry, of this you can be sure.

The loss of this magic that has truly been misread, as unthinkable in practicality as was natural for those now dead, will disappear with the mothers as new mothers are born - and so without ancient wisdom, generations will forlorn.

And for all the stories too, lost along with old tradition, is the loss of conveyance of how to live with a happy, humble disposition.

Hopeful I am still, as in the last of my age, I saw the vision through my eyes, and the human race turns the page.

Know that in this age too… there is a vision in disguise - within the words of a master once quoted for their wise.

Remember the days of old, consider the years of many generations.

Ask the father and he will show you.

Ask the elders and they will tell you.

In the abruptness of the moment, I felt a very unnerving implosion of energy. I immediately noticed the weight of my body, while feeling a profound sense of sadness as I no longer was seeing the needle like shards of light energy. My chest area ached. It was as if, for me to think about, the repercussions of sudden molecular alignment.

My friends where hovering above me. I was on the ground. They were insisting me awake by gently shaking my shoulders and legs.

“Kris, Kris… wake up, said one friend.. Are you ok? You were singing a song, but… it was the voice of an old woman. Who is Angelina? Yea, said the other friend, you should have taped that one”!

Peace on your journey.

December, and it is hot around my fire. The inside of my tepee mirrors a rusty burnt orange glow off the thin, dark layer of skin. 
Smoke twists and raises sky ward.
The flames coil and turn in a sacred manner, a sacred spiral.
Like a dance, where energy merges within the fabric of space/time, folding into the core of its own being, drawing in, too, my attention.
I distinctively sense gravity towing my body. 
Gradually I relate to the distance occurring between myself and the fire; as like a balloon expanding, drawing me near the center ~
Folding into the fabric of space, where time dissipates into the awareness that I am not physically separate from the environment.
Suddenly a loud SNAP beset the air.
Immediately as my body reverberated, I no longer had the sensation of feeling only my physical senses.
I became acutely aware of every fiber of my being having its own unique “separateness” within the whole of me. As if I was in portions.
I felt both a vulnerability to the space between each fiber and the reassurance of that space being a platform for my awareness to “leap” or shift.
I felt the air bending around each fiber as I passed through it while it seemed too, to be passing through me.
Yet it made no difference to my immediate attention, which was in awe of each fiber being a luminous projectile into a universe of the same.
Still, as though nothing were unfamiliar, it all seemed nonchalant.
And so, I knew then the door had just…opened.
My awareness had shifted.

“Good morning, I am Anya”
The voice was that of an elder woman. As she spoke I instinctively felt a deep sense of assurance. Her voice sounded steady to my ears. Yet her words purged through me in waves and ripples. It was as if this way, I had the uncanny sensation of seeing her image as weathered, like old stone, aged of one hundred years in the hot desert sun.
Gradually I noticed a scene forming. It was not until then; I noticed that I seemed to be floating near the top of the tepee, twenty feet above the ground, looking out to the sky world. I must have noticed the spiraling smoke like a mist on the backdrop causing me to see.
Great stone mountains took shape in the smoke. Desert like tundra and dry weather plants formed on the earth’s floor far below the cavernous openings in stone..
Just as this was occurring, the old woman spoke.

“The Himalaya’s, this is where I am from. This is where we are now”.
I was confused and let her know, as I thought for sure, I was in my tepee.
“We are in your tepee. Yet you must remember that you are also now in the second attention. You have assembled your awareness on a location of ‘seeing’ consciousness outside of your normal state of awareness.
Consciousness is the foundation from which all locations are borne. Just as rock, plant, animal, you and I, even the air… everything is consciousness. Here in the second attention there is no differentiation of that consciousness. You are able to see that consciousness is a series of pulsations, emanating out of itself, a gestalt of energy, that even in the case of your normal state of awareness, where you must make that differentiation, is still only consciousness. Consciousness is the only way of perceiving the various forms of conscious reality.
Consciousness as you know it, in your normal state of attention, is highly specialized in that it allows you to perceive a three dimensional world. Yet there is also a highly specialized purpose in that,(consciousness) must maintain cohesion to the physical experience. All this “creative personality” of consciousness arises out of itself for the purpose of its own evolution. So as you see not everything is black or white without first being neither."

Everything the old woman was telling me resonated deep inside of me. Without hesitation I understood and familiarized myself with each word she spoke.
I was reminded that consciousness is “All There Is” and in the infinite score of evolution, consciousness writes the play through our chosen experience relative to action/reaction, on the stage of our physical experience.
I familiarized myself with the idea that everything is only one force and that one force, before and after our differentiation and identification is still only consciousness.
Before the return to my normal state of attention, the old woman once again told me her name was “Anya”. She shared with me how to summon her using this name. 
She reminded me that the sky world was a window to scry the truth. 
She told me that by looking, one could see consciousness darting too and fro, reflecting light off its tiny molecular parts, forming a present body of information that may be relevant to the onlooker, while if so, beneath any relevance, was pure consciousness simply expressing evolution.
Peace on your Journey, Kris

Recently I read a quote on Facebook that said: "A wise man knows how to win friends." Obviously after shaking my head vigorously back and forth, I shouted out, with no one in the room, 'you have got to be kidding me!'

I was thinking:

Come on folks!!

A warrior knows a wise man does not win or loose anything.

A gambling man wins and looses.

A wise man does not gamble, partly this is what makes him wise.

A warrior knows that knowledge is specific to words.

Logically speaking~

A warrior knows that a wise man extends his friendship, thus heartening friends.

Words are so incredibly important to our net conditioning, or, in this day and age our reconditioning.

To enlighten the collective understanding of how the use and context of words may stabilize an evolutionary condition, we must revolutionize our understanding of how our neuropathway familiarizes itself with habit forming conditions, in this case, through the use of our words.

In a lecture recently, there was a woman consistently using the word "try".

I knew, in the context of her use, there was a familiarity of not having succeeded somewhere in her life and the word "try," from a warrior's point of view, ironically comforts that lack of success, that she is reinforcing her experience of no success.

I put a pen in my hand and asked her to "try" and remove it. She removed it. I took it back and said; no "try" to remove it. She removed it. Once more I repeated the exercise and she removed the pen from my hand.

My point is not to stop the familiarization process but rather to familiarize one with a concept that the process of familiarization can be conditional, personal, relating internally.

Conditions can change. Words are incredibly familiar both consciously and subconsciously.

Words are thought energy that aligns energetically, contextually speaking; they are sympathetic to how we identify our external and internal world. This is not a bad thing. It is a specific point.

A point I would make, when being mindful of our communication, may change personal perception and align with a collective evolution.

Separation, greed and hate are just a few concepts which rob us of our connection to the Sacred Consciousness for the fulfillment of our temporal desire and the ongoing fate of previous generations.

It is absurd to me that, in this day and age, we would even argue over the fact whether we should see a picture of a dead man to satisfy our own desire.

The matrix we live in, fueled by the mainstream puzzle of media, economic, political, religious and moral institutional thought, is the hidden puppeteer: be careful.

A man that hates always believes himself justified.

There is no hate to anything he believes is good. Therefore, in his hate, he believes he is being just. Do you see the irony here??

When a man justifies his hate with any action, he is satisfying a fate for his next incarnation.

In the killing of another man, it is not the consequence of killing that is emphasized in a following incarnation. Although one might draw the same consequences, the assertion of his hate is the claim that will capture him in his successive lives. 
Do you see the fate of this??

Hate is the destroyer, not the consequences of hate.

I don't find any justification in the killing of one for the slaughter of many.

Call me crazy, but the old saying; "what we don't know can't hurt us". It's wrong! 
The irony is it is killing us. 
Peace, Kris

As I stare off into the snow covered woods, I feel the invisible presence of power moving like a Snow Leopard amongst the trees, camouflaged against the white backdrop.
The cold earth, mounded with snow, is scattered with piles of brush that lay sleeping and dying beneath the frozen cover. 
The faintly crusted branches, reaching for the cold winter skies, are the only contrast between the stark and the cold. 
The movement, barely noticeable and only in a split moment where one sees what was not there or perhaps is noticing what was always there, peripherally broken by, and brought into view through the invisible presence of power.

Only then did I feel the cold. I had been sitting on a boulder size stone in my woods for hours. Originally I had been out walking, inquiring as I do, with a question. When I come to my power spot. I sit and go into my dream state. I always know where to sit. A power spot is essential for a warrior. A power spot can be an ally, one that in respect to receiving a reply for a question may align with the proper energy to facilitate an answer.
Now I was shivering like a leaf in the wind. I could not move and yet I was fully awake and aware of the biting cold against my reddened skin. I had not yet moved my hands when I felt them lifeless on my legs.
It was just a thought I had - to move and I could not. Upon the thought to move, my body became warm. Although too, I could not move my eyes, from where I was looking, I could see the bitter flush of my frozen body clad against the stone.

Just then an incredible snap besieged the atmosphere so loud and as quick as it passed through my body, I instinctively stood up. The air pressure expanded. I was huge; with my two giant hands I stretched the world out around me. Immediately as everything reduced to a single point within me, I became crystal clear of a dimension of space other than my own. One in which the space did not include the stone I had been sitting on, nor did it contain the woods in which I had been sitting. And yet without hesitation, I did not feel the usual automation of checks and balances in regard to reason. So in turn, I asked my question....

Deaf and weightless, I stood looking up.
My eyes saw through a window in the sky.
The sky people came to greet me.
An old Shaman, clad in a Snow Leopards skin, instructed me.
We communicated with our eyes.
I followed; he dropped down on all fours and ran ahead.
We came to woods.
There I was seen, sitting on a large boulder size stone.
My recently deceased dog Jessy, was sitting by my side.
She looked up at me. 
We communicated through our eyes.
I knew then, within my body, she was ok.

I gave thanks that late afternoon at the rock in my woods. For my dog Jessy, I am grateful for all the years we had together.
I am grateful for the allegiance with Spirit.
I am grateful for the Journey.
Along with my Strength, Commitment and Will, I am grateful for the Mood of Intent. It entices the power. I have received my answer.
Peace on your journey, Kris

Power moves swiftly, invisibly, on the wind. The quiet dry ridges of the cliffs begin to loosen and speak. Stone and dust particles fall in ripples from the edges under the pressure of the air's changing character. As my audibility increases in length and distance, I hear the earth beating around me. I feel the water rise and the current quicken. I hear the Bald Eagle scream. Sun light blinds my vision. Filaments of light shoot out of me from every orifice and pour. Each one simultaneously capturing my attention. At once I seem to feel the characteristics of being spread out between each filament of light, and connected again with each one at very same time. As I loose all sense of my weight, I instinctively feel the stillness of my physical body in the way one would when sitting against a large rock, yet I am suspended, entangled within the scene.

With my eyes fixed on the crack of dusks light, I observe my surroundings fold into my field of view and, as if spiraling inward, everything folds into the center, slowly eliminating any delineation of character or reference of singularity. The tighter I gauge my focus, the more I begin to see. Suddenly I feel a loud snap or crack. The sound is like a great tree snapping in two. Immediately every fiber of my being became grounded in the voice of the Dream Council.

"Welcome to the Second Attention. Our allegiance to the warrior awaits his question".

The most amazing feeling moves through me when the Dream Council speaks. Every fiber of my physical body seems to resonate with a simultaneous "striking of a chord". I can see every tone move within me as sound. I can hear the words taking form. I can feel my relationship being there as part of the process. 
As I asked the Dream Council to speak with me about death, both myself and the Dream Council, immediately after my asking, began to chuckle and laugh... without hesitation... I did not wonder why.

"It is an interesting fact that in your normal physical attention, the human species' physiology is in a constant state of cellular rebirth, the fact that your life, as you experience living, depends upon the "life force" within you, to be essentially dying. If the cells of your body do not perish and replenish themselves, life as you know it would cease. Yet life as you know it this way does not incorporate this small, unending cycle of death and rebirth into a larger field of understanding the death experience. 
There is no one specific act of death outside of death as an act of life. Life is always in a present state of becoming. This state of becoming is eternal. What is eternal in the endless expression of life as you know it, in relation to its state of becoming, are the implications of the experience lived in reference to what you believe is in dying.

I asked the Dream Council to explain what was meant in reference to the last statement. The Dream Council explained that because our view of death is limited, so may our view of the afterlife and the matter of reincarnation in relation to the subject of death and how we live our lives accordingly.

" Much like your heart beats and your body breathes, consciousness has a rhythm . You can not, in your normal state of fixed perception, notice this action of consciousness, yet it is happening all the time. 
There is a subtle pause between each breath, within each heart beat, within each blink of your eyes, as there is within the rhythm of consciousness expressing physical life, a subtle pause. 
Now consciousness is simultaneously expressing itself on a larger playing field where life, death, the afterlife and reincarnation are intertwined within this conscious expression. Death as you know and perceive it to be, in relation to the physical state, is simply one of these pauses between the conscious expressions of physical life on the larger playing field. 
When one dies, one enters the afterlife with the implications of ones beliefs that were held in life. This is beneficial to the growth of an individual  in relation to life in its constant state of becoming, not only in the immediate afterlife, but also in the reincarnation experience. Therefore what you think and believe is very specific to the afterlife experience in terms of immediate death. Over the long term or "death period", one may rest and evaluate the life they recently lived and choose to reincarnate for appropriate reasons.

Before I returned to my normal state of attention, the Dream Council bid me farwell and spoke one last time.

"Death, as a fundamental ingredient for life, is to the warrior, the living side of death".

Peace on your journey, Kris

I am lying on the grass with my body facing the warm penetrating rays of the sun. Every inch of my being becomes engulfed in a "cocoon" like embryo where I feel like I am floating. The sustenance of our elder brother the Sun, our good mother Earth beneath me and my dreaming attention has once again helped me to shift my awareness. The elder brother Sun dances over my bare skin. I hear Indian drums beating on the wind. My heart sings words of a language I do not speak. Yet I understand the words inside me.

The Dream Council speaks to me: 
"The words you sing in your heart are words that belong in this second attention. The second attention is where you are now. It is only a position of where your attention is assembled. Just like when you are in your every day normal attention. You are at a point of awareness. 

Your assemblage point is at a new location. The difference between locations is the knowledge and awareness that is available. And of course the physical location of your assembled point of awareness. Your Assemblage point is a small luminous ball of intense white light. This small ball of light, called the Assemblage Point, rides within the energy body that of course surrounds your physical body, along the inner wall, directly behind you. It is basically fixed in this position for the better of all human race. The reason being that for thousands of years of humanity becoming cohesive to one area of awareness, or point of assemblage. However there are an infinite number of positions".

The Dream Council talked of the universe being made up of millions upon countless filaments or strands of light energy. That this light energy formed or made up what we know of as consciousness. These filaments of light are everywhere in the universe and beyond. When our assemblage point is positioned, the filaments of light that pass through it make up the world as we know it. Essentially our reality is as a result of the position of this light within our energy body.

The Dream council also went on to say that the filaments of light encapsulated within the luminous ball work cohesively. In other words we are able to perceive our world constructively.

The Council said that because the assemblage point is in direct contact with the energy body, the key to shifting it begins with the intent to use the energy we have. Once accomplished, the benefits are greater than one can imagine.

Before I opened my eyes to return to my normal day attention, the Dream Council spoke one last time. "You are who you are. Tell everyone of our conversation. Each should know their own potential. If they want to more, let them come. The light is on".

Ho! Peace on your journey, Kris

Friends, 
If you one who is expecting some type of destruction associated with the Mayan calendar and the end of the world as we now know it, you can stop building your protective structures now! 
This upcoming change has nothing to do with destruction, but rather the construction as we would say, or "evolution" of man kind.

Observe your surroundings. Have you not noticed the changes in the vibration already? 
We can see it in the abilities of our psychic children, the enlightenment of our spiritual selves, the reflected media through television, technology, holistic medicines and even the science of seeing our world in the light of new information.

Let us review the example of our discovery of new species on the bottom of the oceans floors. This has a direct connectivity to the expansion of technology and science, which is a direct reflection to the sign of our times both physically and astrologically, as every age has a synchronicity or correspondence to the living universe. 
All things are related!

The physical manifestation of a related example might be the equipment that takes our marine biologists to their destination as well as recent technology to recover and observe these discoveries. 
The astrological reference to this has to do with The Age of Aquarius we are now in ~The Age of Information ~ which we would point out, is also The Age of Advancement or the advancing of any and all possibilities that could be related as a reflection to the "state of our evolution".  
All things are related!

Let us give you an example of the spiritual awakening that is symbolized in the current Zodiac position and quite simply put, is directly connected to the physical world change as we now know it. 
For every 2,000 to 2,400 years counted on our Gregorian calendar, it is said, the Zodiac calendar cycles to a new position. 
Do you recall the lyrics of the Fifth Dimension song: "This is the Dawning of the Age of Aquarius"...? 
They were telling us of this great cycle of time coming that we believe is very clearly defined by the symbol of man holding the urn and pouring out the water. 
The Aquarian age symbolizes advanced thought, which can transport us from our physical state and allow us to view the infinite in all things. 
This water bearer not only brings clarity of truth and eternal wisdom to the nature of our spiritual identity, but also represents universal wisdom inherent within the characteristics of consciousness itself in all of our thoughts and actions. This typifies a time of great growth on the evolutionary scale.

Friends, 
We would urge you to look at the symbol of  Aquarius as the "universal you". 
See the urn as your physical body. 
See the water as an emblem of what flows from us~ 
See the water as a symbol of what is the potential that exists within us. 
This is, as we would say, symbolic to a time of great enlightenment which we are capable of conceiving and displaying in the physical world. 
We are on an infinite evolutionary journey as spiritual beings! 
~ We are all related ~ 
Ho! Peace on your journey, Kris