Light and Dark
Light can’t co-exist with darkness. Flick the switch! Walk into the light.
This is what I have been highlighting with my friends/acquaintances
in the past few weeks/months. But
wait. What is this? Turns out, there are degrees of light! It isn’t all or nothing, black or white.
Ever since Atlas (3/I) entered our air space, I have been
awakening my spiritual path. Or should I
say it more passively…my spiritual path has been awakening. [And that is the crux of the premise of this
essay] Not that I ever left it, but
seems like there it was at the center of things, until it disappeared. Until now; something has jump-started this
new age for me.
I had followed a private, little-known channeler,
Samual. My oldest and dearest friend in
the world introduced me to him, in the past decade, as I readjusted to ‘western
society’. Acknowledgement that we live
in an era that quantifies invisible air waves.
I was able to follow Samual through the internet. Specifically, Zoom meetings. This one was a very well-guarded entity,
permitting his followers--what I interpret to be--very little access. I am comparing this scene to years of my
training with the Tibetans in their home-in-exile, Dharmsala, India. Their way of teaching feels much more interactive and personal.
Apparently, roughly 30 yeas ago the earth was swept through
a particular wave field, that created an opening opening for spirit and galactic
individuals to synthesize with humans. More
and more I am getting the picture that they are living amongst us in remarkable
numbers, leading small groups having their private followers, very low
key. Only a few have reached the level
of notoriety. A few I have come across
on YouTube are: Bashan, Lee Harris, Kelly Kolodney, and David Clemens. There are many more having podcasts, too many
for me to know about. In fact, I do
believe it is possible to take a course in becoming a channeler. Would love to take it, I am curious, but too
lazy. :-{
Samual’s teachings tend to be intellectual and at a
semi-deep level. More like a college course
into dark secrets. I was needing fuel to
wake up my soul. I need food. These insights were nourishing guava; unripened sour guavas, but would have to do until the ripe sweet ones come along.
Samual alerted his group about the Atlas coming into our
airspace. Once, though I cannot place it
as to time, he taught an exercise that he said was to prepare our bodies for
the new energies coming, giving us an eighth strand to our DNA, or capacity for
8th density, or I don’t remember more than that he was trying to prepare us for
what was to come.
Then, of course, I started doing more reading about this
Atlas. Step by step I was led to David
Clemens. And so my spirit led me back
home, aligning the old path to this updated one, and I was flying.
I had crossed the veil, seen the light, could knowingly Let
Go. Suddenly, I was Holier than
Thou! I made it to the promised
land. I was floating on air. It was so easy! Just let go; say yes to the warm ocean of
light that flows in and unites you in an ocean of love, pure love and
light. One with the Source. Know God.
Reunite to the Flame
Truth remains, as I discovered decades ago, once off the
meditation cushion it can all disappear mighty quickly.
I thought, this time I had past the sputtering stage, and
reached the Free Flowing stage, even if it were only my toes tickling the
ocean. My optimism was drowning out the Truth,
again. On the plus side, it is as if while I was
dormant, I was still slowly cleaning out the muck that fought with the Light. My impurities, egoism, judgmentalism, as well
as the crippled but not dead: self-deception,
no longer relevant contracts and promises, desires; the dross that grows on us like
barnacles, from birth. Some even come
along with us in birth. It seems that
they continued to grow weaker, their hold on me. In the Tibetan years I had done many, many
practices and rituals with the purpose of cleansing these more banal and negative
impulses and habits. I was glad that I got
to do that during a focused period of my life.
Millions are now dealing with that, each to varying degrees, while living
a householders life. Work, family
relationship, financial demands. What a nightmare. And
now, on top of that, having to face and deal with our hidden self, the muck
from deep within our souls. The cleansing work must be done, however, one way
or another. This work is done on the
‘energy ‘ level. Our body vibrates at an
energy level. (Since the discover of the
atom, which happened in my lifetime, we have known that our bodies are not as
solid as we thought. They are made up of
atoms, a constant spinning around the nucleus; invisible to our naked eye, but now that we know,
we cannot look away.) The dross holds
our body back from being able to vibrate at a higher, more refined energy level;
a level that receives more Light, that Light of God, or Source. I happen to prefer David Clemens path, because
it gets to the core. Not all the theorizing
and philosophizing and schmoozing that others offer. Other healers have to feed the ego while
teaching their followers how to break it down; the young’ns are still fragile.
In the last few days, I could feel myself filling up again
with the dross. Why? What’s going on? But no, these are the wrong questions. This is the old energy approach. Let me introduce here, for ease of reference,
3D energy and 5D energy. Some
soothsayers, in efforts to wrap their heads around this new consciousness, say
that the energetic earth is splitting into two time lines. Those still functioning in third density (3D)
vibration are living their lives as they always have, for millennium. That is not too dramatic a time span, to give
an idea of how drastic a change is coming upon us now. That level of density is incompatible with
the change in vibrational density that is now revolutionizing life on Earth, called fifth density (5D). And so, being incompatible, our channelers
are telling us that the 3D world cannot and will not survive. They and their societies will fade out and
disappear. They will not thrive. When I toy with this concept in my mind, I
see two highways. One is rising, while
the other is sinking into collisions and splits; the one is rising, dripping
with those holding on by their fingertips, the slow pokes, the late bloomers, the
procrastinators. I am assured this is too literal.
But who decides? Millions of good Christians are trying
their best to live out the life of our Christ figure, our Holy Brother, our God
the Father. They have no idea about a “New
Earth”. Of course, for those who study
the New Testament they see a description that talks about a New Earth, but it
is difficult to clearly see any connection between that description and what we see
around us. The traditional churches may
not be doing anything to illuminate the connection, either.
Throughout the New Testament, especially in the Book of
John, but in Acts as well and elsewhere, the teachings of Christ as captured by
his followers seem to point at it; we see hints, if only we can interpret them.
We are told not to let our hearts grow weary by working too
hard, and worrying—being concerned. After
all, the beautiful wild flowers put on a show for us every year, but they
require no fuss from us. The birds, of
which each and every feather is seen by the Eye of God, don’t worry unduly
about building a nest and feeding their young.
You don’t see them organizing into unions to protect their rights. What?
How is that instructional? These
bills don’t get paid by themselves.
The New Earth, the fifth dimension, works on different
principles entirely. There is a flowing,
an alertness to this new awareness.
Usually I bring a list when I go food shopping. I go into town for specific things. Now I find that the list is almost not
useful. As I flow through the market,
the things I need present themselves to my hand, the feet find the right
aisles. The car finds the right
doorways, to pick up the little things, to pay the bills, to remember to say hi
to a friend who is thinking of me. I
find the right amount of change in my purse, even if it was empty when I left the house. The right person crosses my path, to address something I was thinking
about. To my old way of thinking, I
would call these coincidences. Accompanied
by a smooth, calm and joyful mind space, I know it is me yielding to the higher
intelligences, the spirits and galactic beings, that walk alongside me and flow
within me. We move in an ocean of Love,
which connects us all at all times. That
being the case, I have to ask myself why in the world I would allow old
memories, old habits, low-density energies to distract me from that bliss, to
pull me down.
It is free will all the way.
My struggle is to maintain conscious awareness at all times, to not let
these old bugaboos drag me down. On days
like this, I cannot see what muck is being stirred up. I only know “I don’t feel like it.” I don’t feel like meditating, I don’t feel
like denying the negativity. The chores that
I ‘should’ do like cleaning house and washing dishes, are virtues totally not
appealing to me today. The concept of
‘tough love’ seems called for here. The
deeper-knowing parts of me (Me being not necessarily just my brain, but my
spiritual awareness available to work together). If I let these negativities rule the day, the
stain of their dross carries over to the next day, and so and so it
builds. Then the ‘Holier than Thou’
energy rings hollow. It doesn’t
work. It is up to me to change the
dynamic.
And so it is, the interplay of the assertive and passive,
working together. There is a momentum
required when actualizing change. How is
it for you? Can the momentum build
through doing the ‘right thing’, the spiritual practices building that muscle
until one day the switch is flicked and I am walking in the bountiful Light,
buoyed in the Ocean of Love? Or am I required to produce more of that
forward momentum by focusing all day every day on maintaining that quiet mind, fighting
off that ‘monkey’ mind?
I know that the chaos and catastrophes that a man called
Trump is subjecting the world to is tremendously destructive, and needs to
end. I would like someone to take a
rifle to him and blow his brains out, with the goal to ending it all and
beginning the healing. But in fact I
know that that one man is only a cog; just one particle of a greater dynamic ,
through whose godless machinations the old world will be destroyed, or certain
essential parts of it, in order to make room for the New Earth. This I know because of a deep awareness that
there is a whole universe out there that I have been cut off from at my birth,
and that I am now in the throes of being reunited with. That is the foundation of my faith. What is the foundation of yours?
