The curmudgeon in me says, “yep … no massive flip on any event horizon I can see”, but a bit farther in (or deeper down?) or, say, a bit more intensely I sense there’s something afoot. Like you, I have more than a soft spot for esoterica, like Christian Hermeticism (the Meditations on the Tarot is a treasure trove of lore and unexpected food for thought and contemplation) and my travels in those realms have made it utterly clear to me that the only person you have any hope of ever changing is yourself. Amusingly, some people work on it almost obsessively their entire adult life and you’d never know they were working at all, and others metamorphorize practically before our eyes without any warning at all. And here is one, and there is one, and there is another, and there are countless others I’ll never ever see, and one day, “things” simply tip. Would we know? Who would notice? Could we be sure?
Of course, everyone hopes then that things will be better, but I think the only thing we can be sure of is that they’ll be different. At first it will most likely not even be noticed, but many will suspect, and it take a painfully long time to confirm that a mutation has occurred, but it will become increasingly clear that there will be no going back either.
You know, you might enjoy reading Gebser’s The Ever-present Origin. It’s dense, to be sure, but if if you enjoyed Tomberg, that shouldn’t be a issue.