There are no accidents in the intelligent Universe that is my reality. I started my day by listening to Yuval Noah Harari in conversation about the two most important skills for the rest of your life. As I listened, two significant distinctions emerged for me: the boundaries between mind (the Signal of the I AM that I am) and body (the exquisite, organic biological device through which that mind/Signal expresses into a physical reality). Listening to this 40-minute exploration is well worth the investment of time and effort.
And now, the Deep Dive for today…..
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I’m slow, today. My body is moving slowly. My mind feels thick and gooey. I have not felt the bounding force guiding me to the keyboard, today…. feeling more like feet in heavy boots, stuck in thick, wet mud. Hmmmmm……
Every thought shared, yesterday, has been meaningful.
* “choosing what is meaningful in what the I AM that I AM is creating.” …. “There have been so many conversations around the poking and prodding and of choosing easy…of choosing to rest from the provocation and yet everything inside of me pushes me to answer NO…the provocation is what allows me to stay AWAKE.”
For me, the poking and prodding is easy. There is no struggle. I know of no other way to live. I know of many other ways to exist; to comply; to go-along-to-get-along…. and I know of no other way to LIVE. For me – as you’ve shared it is for you, Lisa – it IS the provocation that exposes the sharp edge for the next leap. Without it, I would simply spend my time lost in the comfort of the wide part of the blade; never knowing that I was meant to carve out my reality rather than play it out, like an actor with a script.
* “Perspective, indeed. Until I open my mouth to share mine, I limit another’s capacity for expansion of theirs… and I do not need to ever know the finer distinctions of their’s… I only ever need to honour and voice the finer distinctions of mine.”
Long ago, I remember reading a book (Joseph Chilton Pearce : Evolution’s End… but one of so many marvellous books by him!) about escalating fields. Like a mother/child: the child cries, the mother responds, the child engages, the mother engages…. and on and on it goes. In these words, Sheila, I see the power of escalating fields. In your observation shared with him, he was awakened more into himself. In that, you saw your own impact, in the truth of being yourSelf. Escalating fields. Nothing to do but dare to BE the open, clear, honest and direct presence, in meaning.
* “So much is happening and unraveling in my world and in the world around me.. my perception and my creation. As I was considering this in my world I often struggle with how to articulate. Or how to make sense of it so others can make sense out of it. What if it doesn’t need to make sense, can I be okay with that.”
Betty, I hear and feel and know and trust what you write. The unraveling, I know well. Can I trust the unraveling, with having nothing to do? Can I trust that whatever its consequences, their genius will lead? I seem to be able to trust that for myself – and much less so for my sons. I seem to be able to invite and allow it all, as it pertains to me. I seem far less willing/able to do so, for my sons. They did not create this reality and yet, they are left to carve their way through it. I am angry about that. And I grieve what may well be their not-so-distant future.
* “It’s as though I know I will cross some sort of space/time threshold and there truly will be ‘no going back’…it holds such meaning at a higher order expression for me that I know each of you hear but so many others just don’t.”
In this moment, what comes to mind is the experience of being in a dream, knowing the need to wake up and yet, unable to shake the dream. In that instant, I know the dream; I know myself in the dream; I know that the dream may have claimed me AND does not own me; and I know that I am the Dreamer. Beyond that, I am that which creates Dreaming as a possibility. And through it all, it is never any more than a sliver of creation. As that Creator, I find myself wondering: am I ‘response-able’ for my dreaming creations? What dreams might my sons be dreaming, of which I am a captive part?
* “I heard a clear, concise voice that seemed to come from above and around that said…’Do nothing until instructed otherwise’.”
Naomi, I know that voice well. I know its message intimately. Waiting. Letting go. Doing nothing. The pressure to simply ‘be’ is enormous in a world voracious for us all to ‘do’. Sometimes, the waiting is pregnant with a great trust of what will be birthed. Other times, it feels so more much more like languishing. I looked up the word ‘languishing’ and found:
lan·guish
ˈlaNGɡwiSH/
verb
gerund or present participle: languishing
1.
(of a person or other living thing) lose or lack vitality; grow weak or feeble.
“plants may appear to be languishing simply because they are dormant”
synonyms: weaken, deteriorate, decline; More
2.
suffer from being forced to remain in an unpleasant place or situation.
“he has been languishing in jail since 1974″
synonyms: waste away, rot, be abandoned, be neglected, be forgotten, suffer, experience hardship
“the general is now languishing in prison”
I was struck by the reference to ‘plants may appear to be languishing simply because they are dormant’. Interesting notion that had not crossed my mind.
Waiting. Dormant. Mindfully dormant (as I’m sure plants are….)
Waiting is a challenge for me, right now. For more than 20 years, I have been exploring so many other strings of possibility of our world/species. The transhumanism movement, with its invasive strategies of entrainment, mind control; its capacity to insert nanotechnology that responds to external cues (like birth control mechanisms that are controlled by an outside source to activate/deactivate the capacity to be impregnated); morgellans as evidence of living, intelligent fibres that circulate in the human body, waiting…… Vaccinations as a delivery mechanism for nanotechnology.
The great activity that goes on over our heads, as we rarely think to look up (and to look up Logical Levels) to wonder….. This includes chem trail particulate, as its curtain of white spreads and descends to the Earth. Particulate that we inhale. Particulate that settles into the soil in which our food grows… and often, can no longer grow. Particulate that contains aluminium and lithium. Particulate that kills organic matter.
Exopolitics. The world beyond our planet. Other life on other planets. Interstellar beings/travel. Dimensions. (Here is a link to a recent speech by the president of the EU. Some think he made an error…. ) Military bases on the moon and Mars. Things hidden. Secrets.
Underground and interconnected military bases, all around the world. Underground cities, all around the world. Those discovered from ancient times; and those having been built in the last 50 years; as well as those currently under construction. Breakaway civilization. Things hidden. Secrets.
The lies of our educations, evidenced by unearthed and ancient genius in monuments that have stood through and beyond catastrophes of this Earth; by the existence of the Nazi international and its infiltration of the banking system around the world.
The betrayals of our so-called religious structures. If that’s not entrainment, I don’t know what is! Greed. Abuse. The destruction of souls.
Secrets and lies, forming the greater context within which our visible world unfolds.
As in Logical Levels, where every level is contained in the level above it (i.e. higher order context from which process/strategy and behaviour present), so these other processes exist, within which our world unfolds. These may put us on a path that I choose not to follow and, I know without a doubt, these will not entrain Gaia. For that, there is no greater force.
And so, I wait. Perhaps my current challenge is to consider that waiting need not require that I be dormant. Perhaps this waiting IS that next pulse or ripple through space/time. Removing myself from the game of ‘doing’. Allowing simply to BE, shared. Like this very experience. No specific anything, but shared nonetheless. Will it matter? In this moment, I know it matters greatly to me…..to have the freedom to fully express, knowing that I am with those who can see and hear me, themselves and each other…. and who know.
Perhaps that is what I will know in my next breath. After close to 30 years of engaging with those who did not know, now, mine is to engage with those who do. What further might come of that?
Thank you all for being here. I am grateful.
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