Question: Could you take a step back from the edge of the end of the world to cast a glance toward the struggling ones who are in fear of leaving their souls behind when the sun rises on the soon-to-be day of transformation? Answer: In the moment that you think of what to say, you have become aware of someone who has a scream more desperate than your own in desperation for some miracle to save you and your planet from the torment of annihilation and desecration at the hands of uncaring men of bold direction toward a void of loveless eternity. There are many among you who read these words who have always harbored a secret doubt about whether or not something boldly OM-ward would happen in the end-of-the-world days, should you live to see them, that would give you rest from the torment of living through the school of hard knocks that Earth can be. Not all of you, but many. If more of you were honest about that, it would be fewer who doubted, for in bringing the question of whether or not, you see the potential of such an answerless question being asked of another human being in the depths of lovelessness of self, and you know they scream within themselves just to sound-check their descent into the void, in the sense of losing their footing and loosening their grip in a faltering dance at the edge of a dark abyss. It is you, dear friend, that dances such a sweet dance too, when the time is come for a reality check into the demonic caverns of life on Earth for those without the internetted framework of information that drives so many of you towards a new understanding of the world to be. Pause a moment in reflection of how you would be reality-creating without the knowings that are shared every day in the world of cyberspace. Left alone to your own internal network of conscious intuition, would you know that it’s all going to be all right, despite the cracks in reality that are claiming innocent lives and the peace of living free from oppression? It may be, but there are those thinking that things are pretty bad from where they are, and they are in need of any overflow of optimism that you may have to share. It’s an easy shift to become connected externally to an internetwork of human consciousness, and for those of you who have not given it a try lately, now’s a good time to hook into the system of ethernetworked knowing. We’re part of the system and would love to be in more direct contact through diplomatic core interactivity with you.
Let in the breeze through the window of your minds that carries a new earth-scented hint of things to come. Open the door in your heart that welcomes the arrival of new states of being and dimensional experience within the corridors of human existence. One moment in a continuum can make the turn for the timestream that curves within the mental patternings of a whole planet, and when the awareness of who you can become becomes apparent to you as a people, the planetary wave will correspond to the change in current and begin to crash upon a new shore of consciousness. In that moment, there is nothing that can withstand the power of the knowing that there is only the reality that beingness is vitality and that you have the life within you that creates the reality around you as an extension of the energetics that involve the you encapsulated in flesh. In other words, the space within is what molds the space outside and in one moment of decision to see, there is nothing but life everywhere, even in the “void” in between stuff. In that now is where we are, and it is in that now that the next installment of the world drama is about to take center stage.
Bring your awareness to the feeling in your gut when you consider the state of your immediate world, the consciousness of the people who walk in the street of the town, who work in the offices and sit in traffic thinking about their lives. How does it feel in your gut when you bring your awareness to the people in your family who are silent about some inner struggle they are engaged in, with a cousin who hasn’t shared their life story with you, of some ancestor who has left this world with regret or unresolved pain? What tells you that all is not well with the hearts and minds of the people who have gathered in throngs in the streets the world over to give voice and form to the desperation they have nothing to deal with but their energy and sounds? How do you feel when you think about the inner mindspace of the people to whom you have been giving your power and trust, to know that you have nothing else to do with the workings of your government than to perhaps offer some of your time and money but the real power has nothing to say about the things that have been creating the heat in the oven that is baking the bread of life, the nine-forsaking leaders who have secret motivations and allegiances within their every just cause? It may be that this is so, and it may be that it is not, or it may be that things are not what they seem on many levels of discernment. In the reality that takes root in the world you inhabit, what feeling do you have to bring to the ritual of inviting the living essence of the universe to give life to the thing you believe is real?
What you hold in the depth of your being is what is forming around you. If you see only dancing colors of light and feel only love, all is well. If you have not conditioned yourself to feel these things to the exclusion of the realities around you that have been carried by a disproportionate number of your own race, then perhaps you are more prepared to create a world in which light can dance and love be the norm than those who have not given thought and heart to the networked reality of the human condition. We assure you, many are indeed suffering, worried, and broken, and where the links are in such a state of disharmonious integrity with OMful self-knowledge, there is weakness in the fabric of consciousness for all humans everywhere. Take a minute to think about what we are saying before moving on to the next point we have to offer today.
When the next installment of the drama opens on the stage of the world that you are part of, will you be a piece of pretty scenery reflecting from the space within your heart some feeling of peace that is in isolation from the whole picture that is around you? It is well if you can be that, if the not-being of that leads you to not being at all. However, if the energetic holographic drama is one that directs you to match your inner mechanism of creative information to the needs and implied void that is woven into the play now onstage and in the general background music, then we have this to suggest as you ready yourself to utter your lines from the script. The breath that you use to power your body is more than a movement of air into and out from your lungs. The breath that you feel is a great catalyst for making things move in subtle yet powerful ways in other realms of being as well. If you have the breath of being parsed by an editor, directed by a mogul, or pressed into doing something that is not natural for you to do, it is well to clear your lungs and exhale the influences that have given rise worldwide to the things that bind your heart and gut, to see life as moving through such things rather than being maintained by them. In this way, you move through the turbulence and arrive in a whole state in a world that is much more suited to the livelihood of being human, in the future that is taking shape under your feet right now. There is no time to waste, dear ones, for this is the moment of transformation upon your threshold, on the open step that leads into a new reality taking shape within your collective cries of awakening from a long-enforced nightmare of living in the shadow of obstructed light. It is the moment of the final act from the old script arranging itself on stage and readying its arsenal of lines designed to keep the audience enthralled and oblivious to the next act readying itself in the wings. It is not so much that the future is arriving as that it just has to be met, and it is this moment that the inhale opens the heart so you can enter into the momentous headliner that is about to hit the news. If there is any doubt, look around, tune into the heartspace of human existence, know that you are part of a continuum of life, and feel the coming of a dreamtime awakening on a grand scale.
When the final push for saving life on the planet becomes paramount in the minds of every human being on the place you now call home, we will be with you. It is not for us to say when that will be, for we can’t control your decision to awaken, only encourage it. This is your realm of control, dear ones, not ours or anyone else’s. There are free-thinkers and there are followers and there is everything in between, and there are those that have a vested interest in the continuance of your slumber. Be vigilant, for the dawn is peeking through the curtains of night and death is flying back to its lair for internal growth gone out of control. You have nothing to fear from us, our friends, sense this in your beingness. We have nothing to fear from the old enemies of humanity. There is nothing that need fear, but fear itself, for fear’s days are numbered now.
High in the skies above we are, and with you in spirit and in the real world we are as well. We have never really left this world you are in, for your fate is entwined with our own in the sense that there is a blood recognition in frequency and the entirety of our love has been for the eventual reunion with the parts of soul that have needed reintegration into the harmonic of one. It is in our blood to long for this, and the field of resonance in this longing also has an overtone that tickles the soul of humanity on Earth to wield its internal light in the relentless movement toward the inner teeming chorus that goes into ecstasy in the face of the divinity it encounters within its individuated personalities that populate the planet and await the return to wholeness in accordance with the truth of Love in all things. You are familiar with this feeling, are you not? When it arises is when the feeling of freedom also shows itself, and power comes into being from within. Home is the closest frequency we can mention in relation to this phenomenon of self-recognition.
No longer are you hearing Hell’s sizzle in every corner of your awareness, for there is a sigh of relief that sneaks through the veil of the collective consciousness of humanity. Hear it? It is the echo of your own soul. It has the intensity of a thousand suns behind it, and the ectoplasm of energies beyond the realm of sight is seeping through the cracks that have formed in the demolition of reality that is currently underway. It is the energy of frightful apparitions taking flight, and of demons starving for attention finally getting the blast of light from a thousand thousand conscious pairs of eyes turned on at once. There is a great trembling coming, dear ones, and isn’t it nice to know that it comes not a moment too soon for the time to grind to a halt and restart its workings? It seems like that’s something that’s on the minds of many, and it feels like that’s what the totality of the energies of change are, when they pass through. It’s just a matter of time and seeing what happens.
In the front of it all, dear family, is you. You have in front of you a picture and this is what you have to walk through when you move forward. When you walk through the picture, you will see something new. This is how time works, and it is how you have lived all your days. It is no different now, but that you may be more aware of how you create the next holographic arrangement of light particles within the matrix of your own mind. There is a field in front of you, around you, which you walk through and exist in physicality within. It has reverberations and it has malleability, and it is controlled in part by your own mind’s eye. You have only to think of what it is that you are doing and you are able to alter it. You have only to think of the next moment and you are in it, whether it is what you think it is or is merely a variation on a theme that your soul has interjected some permutation of finite mathematics upon. There is only the moment that exists between thoughts that is pure and without form or influence, and this is the place where magic and miracles happen. It is the place where you have the ease of synergy, of flow, of OM. It is without entrainment until you are again aware of the reality of your life, and exists in definite ease relative to nothing and everything as one. This is the place from which we communicate to you and the place from which you are asked to try out a new kind of toy, which is your mind free from the influence of fear on a global scale. If you like it, we’ll be happy to lend a hand with whatever kind of new reality you dream up in time for a soul party like you’ve never dreamed of before.
If, in your wanderings, you have come across the systematic destruction of the human body reported in various modes and methods, do not be afraid. If you have seen atrocities that stun your brain and emboss an image of pain and horror onto the screen of reality, fear not. If you have felt the sting of incongruence being forced upon the waking shores of humanity’s dream, do not be alarmed. Step back and take a breath. It is allowed, you know. It is not necessary for you to become enmeshed in the web of ideas and infernal action. You are divine. You are eternal. How is there to be any suffering in this understanding? Only that you have been holding on to beliefs that that is the way of the world and it cannot be changed. Have you allowed that to subtly monitor your thinking and lay waste to your awareness of your intangible existence in the breath of OM? If you are not aware of what subtle beliefs have infiltrated your experience, it is time to change how you think. If that seems a tiny bit redundant, so be it. Yet realize that the belief that you have nothing left to change is itself a very persistent stumbling block for the whole of humanity. It is not just the way of the world to cause you to weep. It is the way of the world simply to be. It is within the breath of OM that you are, that your planet is, that we and all of the other beings and homes in the universe are. We are all together in the breath of OM. Take a breath and feel that to be true for you now. Breathe within the breath of OM and feel the sweetness of its fractalline wisps of joy. You exist as one of them.
Dear people of Earth, we weep at the pain we have witnessed on your world, and on our world as well. It is not the time to dwell on weeping. Weep, and be done. Honor, then live. Take what wisdom is offered by any single moment’s pain and envelop it within your heart. Feel it bathed in the breath of OM, and release it, transformed. Your ballast has weighed you down from eons of witnessing the destruction of joy. Can you witness, now, yourself altered by the breath of OM and release your memories of pain, and simply allow the wisdom of love to bury itself in your soul? It is only resurrected as joy, once the anchor of pain remembered is cut. How else can you rise up, people, how else can you become light, but to transform the weight of pain into the essence of love? If we seem to be skipping a step here, let us fill in the broad strokes with the entertaining respite of story. Hear the words and let them work within your psyche. In the great tradition of narrative is a transformational psychology written.
Near the edge of a forest lived a gentle soul, an old man who carved the trinkets which brought joy to the children of the village nearby. He whittled away at branches and knots until he had released the form of joy he sensed was hiding in the raw wood. He never planned aforethought what he would do for his next piece of carving, but allowed the tree’s spirit to release itself through his hands. As his knife bit into the brown bark, he began to settle into a steady rhythm, his hands and his breathing in a gentle back-and-forth cadence in which the carving came alive. No thought took root, nor did any worldly distraction deter his activity. In only a few moments, he had in front of him a representation of the tree’s energies in the form of a toy or some tiny trinket, yet within him he had divined a vast ocean of peace and bliss. He had not sat with the intention to create this thing which had been within the tree. He had not sat with the intention to make something useful for some child. He sat to become one with the breath of the tree, with the spirit of the earth, with his inner frequency band of bliss. He sat to realize again his inner reality as his only reality and to reconnect with the divinity he traced with each breath he breathed. He sat to allow the breath of the divine to breathe through him, and thus to become again identified with his holographically resonant experience of being divine. Just for a moment, just for as long as it took for his knife to remove the veil which hid the toy within the heart of the wood. He was complete when he carved, and he brought that completeness to his stream of awareness in his waking world. The toys and trinkets brought joy to people, making his experience of completeness even more real. In time he was given the title of the Old Man of the Forest, and the children brought him gifts that they had made, for he taught them all he knew. Thus was the great breath of the ancient way of OM breathed into the people of the earth.
How to create a path to OM’s heart, to the source of OM’s breath is the test of the one who would know him- or herself as OM embodied. There is no sure way to take but to know one’s own heart, one’s own breath, and to follow the rhythm that pulsates from within to the heart of the All That Is. You are able to do that in every moment, if you become aware of your own divine presence waiting to breathe through your beingness as a human on earth. There is love embedded within the experience of stripping away the dead layers of self. Under the protective bark you present to the world is the heart of the whole of humanity waiting to be discovered in its unique joyful expression that is you. Your breath can peel back layer by layer to reveal who you came here to become. Joy resides within the heart. Will you allow the Old Man — the OM — to wield the breath as a knife and release your self, transformed? Allow OM to breathe through you and to carry away the energies that hide the truth of your essence. Join your breath with the breath of OM and feel the truth of your essence become the form you bear to the world. You are becoming transformed, and the truth is becoming revealed. Trust the process and the breath. Be OM.