We have a lot to say to you today, so sit in a good spot to get the most enjoyment in this moment that we share together. We love these times where your consciousness engages with our communications, and the thoughts that live in the space between the here and there generate realities of potential where, for the most part, you welcome yourselves into a future of empowerment and harmonic inter-awareness. By extending your ability to comprehend the impulses that take the form of words, it may be necessary to come face-to-face with the sentries of belief that safeguard the inner sanctum of your mind. In such a case, remember, there is nothing to fear and everything to celebrate, for you are in that encounter meeting an opportunity to rebuild your framework of understanding and, in a sense, polish the lens through which the light of knowingness shines from within the heart of all. Such guardians of the mind are constructs of protection, yet if you have no need of safety in a singularity of knowing yourself as love incarnate, they are without a purpose and can retire in peace to the land of outworn modalities, there to dissolve in the reverberations of “job well done.” So, if such a chance encounter pops up in the course of contemplating our message, be assured it is with all due respect that we say, do the thing that leads to greater understanding, notwithstanding the old beliefs that served a limited interface of times gone by. Be bold, dear ones, and let your truth reveal itself in greater brilliance to you.
One day, in the deep shadows of a cryptically quiet forest, dwelt a little man in a cottage he had fashioned out of the twisted branches he had found in abundance near the banks of a stream. Long, long ago had he labored to weave together the intricacies of nature’s growth into sturdy walls and roof to give himself a quiet place amid the quiet outside. A place to think it was, and a place from which the revelations of light periodically could be gleaned from where the sun pierced the open spaces in the walls where the branches didn’t quite fit together. He loved his little cottage and found it to be comfortable enough even in the storms that blew through with increasing regularity. Though the winds would shake the very roots of the cottage, he believed the foundations of the place were strong enough to hold his little though-space intact.
Little did he know that on the horizon, a storm was brewing that would shake the forest itself to its core, and when in thundering suddenness it struck, he found himself surrounded by a pile of sticks with a very few pillars and joists still maintaining their vigilance in being the framework they had been set to be. As the sky cleared and the immensity of the storm began to become apparent all around him, he furiously began to gather what sticks remained and piece them together into some semblance of the structure they had been before. It was no use, he realized, and as he dropped to the ground, exhausted and bewildered, the remaining particles of his home crashed around him in a cloud of dust. So he sat and contemplated in a puddle of sticks and sunlight, for the winds in their fury had stripped the forest of its canopy of leaves and now the light from above was streaming through unhindered. As the warmth of the sun’s rays penetrated his bent and bowed neck, some part of his inner-ness began to relax. There was little he could do but receive the light. There was nowhere else to go.
As he sat, he settled into a realization that everything he had relied upon to protect him from the elements was suddenly and most assuredly gone. Could he blame the wind? What good does that do, he said to himself in quick reflex. Surprising even himself with such a candid answer, he let his thoughts flow… there was no one to blame. The wind was stronger than his carefully constructed walls. That was simple and complete. The wind had no expectation, and so, he decided, neither should he. He sat and released all the mental files in his memory banks that held the blueprints for his former cottage and directed his attention toward the photonic stream of data that was pouring into him from above. His form became filtered into pure energetic self-sufficiency and around him swirled the particulate matter of reflected OM-stuff, itself glowing in the sun-infused space where he sat. This continued for some time, and when at last he opened his eyes, he gasped! All around him now appeared a home without structural supports, without beams, without nails, without the girding and gaps that his last home had. Arcing overhead from every side was a perfectly parabolic dome, the shape of a mindspace with the toroidal emanations of his heart magnified in all directions. It was lit from within by a soft yet persistently powerful glow that cast no shadows and revealed an opalescent shimmer of living energies coalesced into a thought-enhancing field. What a place in which to dwell! he thought, and instantly found himself at peace.
We hope you enjoyed our telling of this tale. Our intent beyond helping you relax for a moment from the day-to-day excitement of living in the matrix of Earth was to instill the imagery of what it is to live in the era of sudden relinquishment of structure, whether that is of beliefs or of some physicality. Your world is in flux in so many ways, we see, and we understand the stresses that the winds of change can bring upon a mind grown comfortable in a set of structured beliefs, no matter how sturdy and deep the foundations. The difference between belief and knowingness is like the difference between living in a house or breathing one’s life within a fabric of elemental unification so shimmering with light that all else blends in seamless understanding into a living opalescence. It is the difference between self-expression and self-integration, the subtle shift from perception to seeing in the timeless moment of now the eternity of Now outside of time’s confines. In fact, it is the movement from within definition into “is.” Strip down all of the layers of definition with which you interact in your various spheres of influence, and you will approach authenticity of who you are in the context of knowingness, in the “is.” In truth, “is” has nothing by which to define itself, yet it is itself knowingness unencumbered by the weight of belief. It is in knowing that you are.
What happens when all of a sudden, the rug is ripped out from under your feet, your carefully laid plans go flying away on the wings of the unexpected, and you find yourself amid the rubble of a once-sturdy belief structure? You have options. You are certainly able to say, well, after all, I did save some memories to comfort me in whatever comes next. Or, you can walk away from everything and trust that the winds that follow will bring with them a good reason to keep living. Or you can simply mourn your misfortune for the rest of your days. There are many options, and while moments of mourning do follow loss, there is little need to think that the loss of belief is equivalent to the loss of one’s life and breath. You have, many of you, mourned the loss of belief in mythical figures conjured in adult minds to aid children’s behavior, with the promise of sweet surprises. Likewise, many of you have taken that further, and let go of the belief (and good riddance) that you must deserve some reward before receiving it, based on the judgment of an outside, superior authority. How many of you have gone yet further, and relinquished the comfortable belief that all will be well, that your prayers will be answered, and that in the end, there will be some triumph of good over evil with happiness forever after for your soul’s rest? If that suggestion shocks you, let us continue with the counterpoint, which is, have you entertained the thought that in place of such a belief, that a knowingness of love’s succor will sustain life in all its forms and varieties? Ponder a moment the implications of such a swap, and take another look around at the walls you have constructed over time, no matter how temporary you told yourself they might be, no matter how absently you allowed the bricks and mortar of habitual thought to stack up around you in an invisible, yet very limiting cage. It doesn’t take long, you know, just a hope untrusted, just a tiny thought that someday, something good might happen… after all, you deserve it, after all you’ve been through. Dear ones, listen: You have it all already, in the timeless now from which you source. If you don’t see what you want, know it is in some form already there, at the end of a path or already in the palm of your hand, hidden perhaps in something you don’t recognize. If you can know in your bones that the future is bright, you are able to be there in the now moment you occupy, for there is no separation from the “is” other than a matrix-space of temporality, and that is merely a function of experience. You are always in connection with the authenticity of being and in truth, you are a representation of that in your reality, now. Do you know that? Tap into your heart, dive past the gateways of belief, and see what you find there. In the face of engagement with your truth, no wind, however fierce, and no act of unplanned impermanence will touch you. In the face of the authentic self, a zen calm penetrates even the most turbulent chaos.
“God knows,” you are fond of saying in various ways according to the belief structures upon which you drape your language. Are you willing to step away from that? Do you believe you will fall into a chasm of perdition if you do? Or maybe it’s like taking a step away from the Easter bunny, which you know doesn’t exist, at least not in the traditional coloring-book kind of way. Heck, while you’re at it, step away from that circle of thinking where you believe that we exist, too. We don’t ask you to believe in us, in our reality, or even in our words. We would much prefer that you rely on your knowingness for such things, for we don’t want to bear the weight of helping you construct yet other structures to shelter your mind from the light of understanding itself. When you step outside of such thoughtforms and patterned dances of mind, pure knowingness engages with the light that lives in every particle of your beingness. Engage with that authentic self, and remember who you are. The times that are coming will be easier to navigate, the lighter you are.
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.
In the moment in which you forgive yourself for being human, you become more fully human, and more divine.
Some days, you find yourself thinking, “What if…?” Going over in your mind what could have been if only you had paid more attention to your experience at crucial points of possibility is one sure way to become more aware in your present-moment experience. Such days, you ask yourself if you can forgive yourself for not taking opportunities to connect with love and understand it better, through experiencing it. Remembering those moments of lost love is to bring them alive again. It grants access to power to transform your reality utterly, from one of regret to one of hope fulfilled. We greet you from aboard the lightships which hover just beyond the edge of perception, and we invite you to enter into those places of such power with the thought that you are ready to be through with who you have always thought yourselves to be, that you are ready to become transformed into a new being of light, of love, of understanding. Thus will you remove a veil which prevents you from seeing your true divine Self, the light of consciousness. You must be able to see into the dark with eyes of love and, without a thought of self-condemnation, to find yourself there in the dark, becoming aware of the light. Hope, you will find there. Hope fulfilled, you will create. In this way, your transformation is effected.
How do you create such a state of change in a minefield of regret? With small steps, of course, but realize that the mines explode only with awareness, and they act with a domino effect. Entering into awareness at a memory-point of lost opportunity infuses awareness into your total being, if you allow yourself that experience. With your fundamental awareness of yourself thus awakened, you may find that the question of what-if becomes irrelevant at the moment of forgiveness. If you can consider that you have become aware of your own understanding of love only by experiencing awareness of what it never seemed to touch, then you will know forgiveness, for love is indeed there, unmasked. Awareness of the pain of separation turns into awareness of the joy of finding love where you thought you had lost hope. In that moment, it is possible to connect with a greater understanding of love and stretch out the edges of perception to encompass a greater field of awareness.
Perhaps you have a memory of being unable to find resolution with another being about unmet needs. Allow your awareness to open into that memory and unlock for you now what you could not have understood then. You are more than you were, with more experience of love. Take the opportunity remembrance affords, though it may call forth feelings of pain. Pain takes your awareness and focuses it on a specific target. Usually, that target is, at its essence, nothing more or less than lost opportunity to have had an experience of love. Seeing that moment now with eyes wiser in love, allow the opportunity to be resolved, the hope fulfilled. See yourself as beloved and know that you are. You are. In every moment, even the painful ones, you are beloved. Know that what you have experienced is the divine essence of self, the connection to the Source of All That Is. In the moment in which you forgive yourself for being human, you become more fully human, and more divine. You are a creation in progress, approaching divinity. You are about to get a better idea of what that means.
We remind you of these things because reality is about to change quite dramatically for you. At the moment of recollection, you have a perfect opportunity to come into a greater understanding of who you are, who you have been, and who you are becoming. It is a good time to put old regrets to sleep and meet hope with new eyes. When you do, we will be perception’s reward, but your own transformation in light will be treasure rediscovered. Hope is waiting for you in the shadows. Meet it with love.