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I have taken to reading Rob Breszny's Free Will Astrology on the Village Voice's website each week, mainly because I subscribed to the RSS feed for the rag's "People" section to read Dan Savage and it gives me Free Will Astrology too.

Wednesday Brezsny advised me as follows:

"What is Great Purple?" asks Japanese poet Nanao Sakaki in his book Let's Eat Stars. Is it "a piece of purple sky floating in my lover's eyes?" he speculates. "A cloud made of purple wine passing over Mt. Fuji? The color of a full-blooming magnolia's root? The shadow of a star visible only to birds? The light of the last water you drink?" I invite you, Aquarius, to brainstorm your own answers to the question "What is Great Purple?" According to my reading of the astrological omens, you now have a special relationship not only with plain old everyday purple, but with sublime, magnificent, life-changing Purple. It's a perfect moment to develop a closer relationship with whatever Great Purple means to you.

Yesterday--a day after reading this--I was walking around Takoma Park for some exercise and a break from writing. As I walked I noticed a white van with a bumper sticker that read "May Peace Prevail On Earth."

And written in smaller letters at the bottom of the bumper sticker: "The Purple People."

I took a right turn and continued to walk, and after a little while came to a house painted in a deep rich shade of purple. I'd noticed this house before but hadn't thought anything of it--Takoma Park has a lot of oddly colored houses. It's a funky neighborhood.

However, I noticed that the van--the same one with the bumper sticker--had arrived at the house and been parked in the driveway. And a woman clad entirely in purple fabric from head to toe had stepped out of the van. And that the interior of the van was a deep rich shade of purple.

So who are the Purple People? And is this the Great Purple I've been instructed to develop a closer relationship with?

I did some Googling when I got back to the office and learned that the Purple People are the Nahziryah Monastic Community. (I'm not the only one in Takoma Park to have noticed them.) "The color purple is a color of the highest spiritual vibratory rate," says their website. "This is the color of the age of enlightenment, the age of Universal Consciousness, the age which the world is now embarking on."

This is strikingly similar to what I learned about the 13th tone, which I dreamed about some years ago (I'll tell that whole story here someday and also send it to Daniel Pinchbeck, who needs to know about it). According to this site, the thirteenth tone in the Mayan calendar connotes:

universal movement, wild card, unseen forces, unexpected change, open system, touch of destiny, interdimensional shift. More poetically, they write: "The thirteenth tone calls forth the greater pattern. The hand of fate beckons and then catapults you free to journey home." AHAU-union, wholeness, ascension, unconditional love, solar mastery, Christ consciousness, language of light, ecstasy, limitless bliss, crown chakra.

So these two synchronous experiences seem to relate to the highest level of some kind of consciousness. I wonder what this means.

It's said that meditation can bring about greater recognition of synchronicity in one's life. I have felt this week that my meditation practice was deepening. Another odd thing that happened: I was dreaming one night when I suddenly thought to myself, in the dream, "I'm sick." I woke up and felt sick--a little stuffy, a little scratchy in my throat. Something has been going around. But I've never had a bodily state intrude into my awareness like that before.

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