1 / Nine Is Love’s Manifested Reality, and So Are You (part 2)

(continued from part 1)

Four. Stars, prawns, and radical dogmas have a most interesting basis of commonality. As each prawn is randomly devoured by a cocktail-eater, a terrible order is rearranged. One prawn after another crawled past the net and escaped capture by the fisherman. Those that did crawl in the net were quick to realize their loss of freedom. The not-caught said “Phew!” and crawled on. In a short time, the caught were put on boiling, roasting, toasting or grilling and soon eaten. Remember, prawns are some of the world’s delicacies. They are prized but only profitable if harvested in great numbers. So to get to the point: Prawns are best ordered in quantity, served quickly and served to people while random matches of “which prawn to which person” is overlooked.

Continuing along this vein, stars too are myriad. Some get caught in nets of other-time stealers who seek to devour their energy and boast about the energy feast. Dual purposes quickly become one, which is to keep from being caught, no longer to glow and sow life to their planets. They become crowded into a deep black order of chaotic randomness to be reduced to elemental energies and densities. We have seen this happen and it is akin to watching a pot of prawns boil. Very prawn-like are the doomed stars; very orderly is the chaos that engulfs them. Drowning in the root of downward-directed consumption. Drowning in the heat of its own native element. Drowning to become energetic sustenance for other lifeforms. Worlds are rearranged at a spark of OM’s hunger for itself.

Stars are, perhaps, a bit odd to compare to prawns, but religious dogmas are still more odd. Yet we continue. Please do bear with our analogy.

Religion is a construct of divine mind seeking to understand itself in an amnesic state. It seeks to drown in the purity of divine mind’s native element, which is real love of Self. Divine mind, prawns and stars are energies in form. Sanctity, sanctity is only in itself meaningful when given meaning and so does need the form given to it by consumptive beings. It is not divinity which is drowning in a bath of dogma. Rather, it is dogma which is drowning in a bath of consciousness. You consume dogmas until you are full — or fed up — then catalyse the elemental energies to dance with greater ones.

All of Four’s camp drowns in itself, eats of love in various forms, and rearranges both that which is consumed and that which remains. Four is chaos and order, divine and savage, going up and coming down. Dark and light do not drown, but consume themselves and drown form. OM is all, both Form and Absolute. It is always rearranging itself, and so are you. Prawns become cocktails and you eat them. Dogmas become holy books and you read them. Stars become black holes, and you are near them to draw consciousness from them as absorption and assimilation of elemental particles drown you in OM’s divine dinner.

You are the form of God, and you drown in the elemental soup of consciousness for assimilation and creation of new atomic beings in universes yet to be created. You are honoring God in accepting life, and you are honoring God in accepting complete surrender to the feast of consciousness, in which you do not need to die to enjoy — nor do you need to die to become aware of your part in the consciousness of complete surrender. You are complete, you are aware, you are conscious. Understand that is the feast. Bon appétit!

Love is a great big stewpot, and love is the stew. Love is the chef, the spoon, the knife and the bowl. It is the menu and the darkly sweet wine, the pad of paper on which your order is written and the drawer of money which your well apparently drains into. Love is under every chair and on every table. Be filled with awareness of attention to the feast of love which surrounds you, nourishes you and remains always and everywhere. And be well.

Now, randomness and order are really not exclusive of each other. Dark and light aren’t either. They are, like love and hate, merely stops along a continuum. Dauntingly simple is the concept — daunting because it requires you to sack facts you consider basic to reality, daunting because it requires a completely creative approach rather than a logical study of facts. In a logical study, facts are collected, collated, and considered. Logical constructs are cancers if they are forced around every new discovery. Creative thinking has a better basis for an orderly continuum in which new discoveries are naturally able to find expression in an even and harmonic progression of wisdom’s nature. For what use are facts if not to add to the creation of greater understanding and wisdom?

Habits of thought are dangerous if left unexamined. Your beliefs make a comfortable reality when cast in pale rose-color. However, a little more light shifts the spectrum available for seeing clearly and creates a different hue to your eyes. Rose color adds with other frequencies to appear bright and bold or blah and bleary. Of course, it is how they are let to play that determines the properties of your reality-understanding. Elements of creative thought dance with new-found elements, and the dance can appear to be quite chaotic, not to be so but to find a natural position within the natural order. Logical structures of thought and belief lack the necessary tolerance for chaos — unless, of course, the belief is one allowing chaos and allowing its own transmutation. It is in acceptance of annihilation that a mastery of sampling and arranging realities is gained. Only annihilation affords clarity of vision, and allows talking with God as a god.

A chaotic addition to a dramatic set of conditions of reality is Four. It rearranges everything and throws in more to be naughty. All not for naught, however, as Five shows.

Five. Baubles, trinkets and beads, lace and showy, shiny things are necessary for reality. Without them, it’s just cold, dark, drab and boring. Neatness and beauty are really part of your biological makeup and take nothing from beingness except craftiness. Neatness and beauty are real-making and sanity-keeping natural bringers of creative reasoning. Know of some of the underlying secrets of neatness and beauty and you will know of random order nicely put.

You see the effect of dramatic processes doing underpinning work on reality-building when you see big tranquil periods cut short by catastrophic change. Processes such as enclosing a dot of God in flesh, notably, or your sanity crumbling in the face of troubling changes to how you do what you do on a daily basis do great trauma, however benign the outcome may be. Knowledge, sanity, life are all defined natural creations of mind. Are you taking any bets about how we arrived at this conclusion? Easily explained. Allow us to weave another story.

Life you need to see as sacred. It is, but you are quite off-track if you also maintain the idea that life is only a function of Earth’s planetary station. It is not exclusive to Earth, nor is the idea of nature being part of a terrestrial cage. Precious is life, yes, and abundant. You are boldly approaching an era in which notions of exclusivity are pensively to be considered as retarding your ability to create anything at all — even life in the form of a viable baby. Here begins our bedtime story to repair your fear of the dark.

Far away from the round ball of Earth are stars which appear as tiny dots of light but which are in truth each bigger than your quite tiny ball of rock. Because these lights appear to be natural bright specks in the night sky, no one on the rock questioned the spacetoid even though last time it appeared in the sky it caused total annihilation of the civilizations then flourishing on Earth. Consequently, no one really paid attention to the few who aroused alarm about its anticipated sadistic looming nearing. Consequently, no one but some few cared very much when things came falling.

And fall they did. Tiny lights began to fall out of the sky. Certainly pests, but not a concern to the numb masses. Making mountains out of molehills, doubters asked questions, and a great part of the caring ones told the stories they remembered and started a world war on the level of CIA Disinformers and Truthtellers. And within each were factions, duplicitous pawns, and so-called “spacetoid freaks” making pressing announcements about the incoming asteroid… or whatever it was.

Amid the clamor, natural processes kept progressing, making more and more people spacetoid loons. Many of Pleiadian descent awoke to their starry origins, as did many others of various brothers-and-sisters-of-the-sky origins. The awakening descended from pulsations of photonic energy from the sun, filtered through the cross-linked matrix strands of particulate matter. Great rumblings were felt far and wide, on the ground and within people’s minds. Things shifted everywhere, and nowhere was change not felt. Issuing from the planet was a massive “Yes, we are ready!”

Then the spacetoid came. It was heralded by the appearance in the sky of a round ball of light. People and the planet and all the creatures on it doubted no longer that the day of transformation had finally arrived. Loud and fast came the cries from the hearts of men — you soon will hear them. Then, long rows of modular craft raced across the sky. Quietly, down they came. Very nice were the people who appeared, gracious and beautiful, people who looked just like those of Earth but far more beautiful than any you have ever seen.

Many disappeared that day, and many remained. All those who left were aware they were to leave, long before. All those who remained were transformed. Some needed to malevolently scream out at those who left that they were abandoning them to a horrible death. Some addressed the brothers and sisters as deity or angelic beings. Squadmen were scrambled to take up arms against them, win another war, kick some alien butt. But against them none were willing to fight. None could comprehend quite how, but these creatures sorted out who was who and perfectly matched their frequencies to create a field of love which no weapon could combat. The nearest got the same as the furthest, and less was given to none.

Dramatic, isn’t it? But wait, we continue.

Beautiful and orderly was the way the day unfolded. Beautiful and orderly was the way people felt in the presence of these beings. Beauty and order drew beauty and order, and chaos became dressed in royal robes of light. Laughter and singing took the place of cries for help against the darkness which was felt by all who had lost peace in those days before the spacetoid appeared. All the scary stories were forgotten, all the monsters banished, and space offered certainty of life, love, and the light of God’s real score of Nine.

Now, stories like this are most fanciful and need clarification to be understood. More than a few on Earth believe great changes are in the offing, and more than a few rightly believe a heavenly object will come devastatingly close to the planet, probably before our book rates number one on the bestseller list. Often, predictions of doom are made by prophets or seers, but not very often are predictions made on drastic events by only dreamers or children. But recently you have heard just such big things being dreamt about and spoken about by our tiniest people quite spontaneously, quite isolated from each other, quite candidly. More you will hear of soon. Other locked realities will be unlocked soon, and other openings open, too.

Time presses you on. Massive change occurs. People awaken. All without your normal Sol being sunny quite as much. Probabilities, not rock carvings, characterize your spacetoid saga. Great commonalities of probable future events, but no certainties, nature affords. Probabilities are like dressing a person lots of ways — dresses, pants, coats, nails painted or not, magnificent or slovenly, lofty or low taste, et cetera. No matter how you dress, you are dressed according to decisions, which are made based on beliefs, which are really thoughts, energetic patterns, and sense perception interpretations by your dimensional self in 3-D. You are not, however, dressing according to OM alone. More do you perceive of OM than you realize, but less do you express than you know. From OM source to 3-D is a process of Nature becoming more opalescent.

A rather rare natural formation quietly becomes more common in the nine-strand real form of spiritual energy known as love. Love looks like crystallized OM, not far removed from the four-dimensional god-nature of matter you call the time machine of life. Love is not a simple structure by any means — not golden only, crystalline only — call it what you will it defies a simplistic depiction. To rogue answers presented to the question, “What is love?” we say not enough has been asked, so we ask instead, “How does love naturally prove its existence in all situations?” For love does exist even in the darkest of hearts, even in the cruelest of realities. And our answer is this: Love takes all forms on itself and comes into its fullness by space positive and negative integrating into one wholeness becoming itself aware of its nature as love.

Five dresses love. Nature is the wardrobe. Photons are the dresses, pants, coats, et cetera. No other finery does love require from nature but to shimmer in its own brilliance and reflect darling facets of itself everywhere. Love projects playfully, roughly, cruelly, joyfully according to its natural angle of reflection and its mirror’s real reason for seeing. More of the “map” of reality can be seen in a mirror than in direct looking through a glass. Love is only a reflection of itself, growing clearer as it approaches natural knowledge of its own reality. Nature becomes more pure as all the separate expressions which make up its projection in the 3-D world aim at a common source and end. Love is the source and the end and all the in-between. Love only goes toward itself, moving closer in a dance of never-ending replay, progressive and spontaneous in its hat of tricks. In the final tally, however, love always comes to reconciliation.

Very bold projections are yet to unfold out of love, as you will soon see. As the time quickens toward the Days of Transformation and New Old Earth, Five will be pulling clothes from Nature’s wardrobe the likes of which you cannot imagine without some explanation from a higher perspective. Allow us to describe love’s photonic splendor.

Compare, if you would, a star and a broomstick. One is rather meager in construction and practical in design, a tool for cleaning up and swatting spiderwebs. The other is a massive ball of conscious energy dynamically communicating with the core of the galaxy, making life possible in various types of frameworks of creation. Very different from each other, very valuable energetic outward services rendered, very instantly understood what each does for a living. To comprehend the difference requires only observation and experience. All you need to comprehend the difference between love expressed as a human and love expressed as a Pleiadian, Sirian, or other being of a fourth-dimensional reality is a similar jump of normal parallax vision, just a shift of focus from your hand to the cosmos, from a pale reflection to a bold reality of high-definition vibrancy and energy. You are on the brink of such a shift in focus, and Five promises a love robe of light for you to wear. Five has dressed you throughout your journey as your soul asked. You wanted to sample as many soul expressions as you needed to dramatically normalize the space between the broomstick of 3-D and the star of 4-D, from the attesting of torture and war to the acceptance of natural divinity within the being you call Yourself. And out of the appearance of separation are made energetic particles of conscious light, naturally dropping into view when nearly progressed love faces its own reality as both broomstick and star. Five weaves light into robes of new consciousness for you to cross into a new dimension of awareness in.

Five is the weaver of the energy released in nuclear recognition of beingness as OM. When the nucleus of one particle of conscious energy embodied as beingness in form recognizes itself in the nucleus of another of similar persuasion, energy becomes redundant. Having served the purpose of clothing form with understanding of self, particle dances with particle as release nods and makes itself available for a formless liberation. Liberation is the un-weaving of energetic strands of particulate matter which bonded according to belief, thought, and preference on Five’s loom, and liberation is also a function of Five. Bonds are woven and broken by the processes of Five on the level of 3-D physical reality as well as on the levels of time, memory, and your sense of self.

A conscious sock adorns your foot as you step across a body of current-driven rivers of understanding. Five created the sock as your soul directed. Six created the brown puddle of mud you stepped in on your way to greener pastures of Soul Farm.

Six. Nature proceeds to do its best to confound the nodding petals of the daffodil with the quarter of climate, drought and stress. Blooms are rocked by today’s storm and racked by tomorrow’s north wind. Still they cross the way to your vase and sag. Creatures nibble at their tender bulbs and put their feet on their all-too-delicate stalks. Is this the evidence of a kind and benevolent reality? Love allows such kinds of negligent carnage? Not letting this pretty little flower open or that child see a day of sweetness is the reality put in place by Six. Six is a critical dimensional weave of the matrix reality springs from. Nature relies on Six for its operational development and dot-to-dot nodal movement. Growing is a function of Six.

World affairs are also a function of Six, driving entire groups of people round and round a group of reasons why this and why that, bumping along the way “no, no my dear” constantly to be in the same place as “you must be reasonable” and “daft you are,” so you can see them and create a doorway beyond the loopy so-called “normal” world. Only a collision of realities can create one. Only a process of total non-governmental government is the way out of your current core conflict.

Problems are a necessary part of Six’s creativity. It is impossible to create anything without confronting a nest of choices. Reality is the result of today’s choices becoming tomorrow’s situations and day after’s ideal results — or more choices. Before Six’s natural tally of work is done, many choices will have been made, crossed out and made again. Now, decisions are processes of learning. No decision is made without some dreaming of potential downfalls. However, often decisions are made without the slightest attention given to potential calamities. Life progresses nonetheless, so it must be a system of some merit, even though it is one that includes problems as its reality-building logical framework. You tend to shy away from systems which create problems — understandably, but don’t discount the value of reconciliation.

Real people are salad-making with an array of situations, realities and tiny energetic shifts, each trusting it is the best one for natural savory flavor and a good, healthy, necessary experience. Each of the promises made says “I will perform best according to your needs and wishes. I will flavor your experience with the best real understanding of yourself. I am the doer of your soul’s bidding.” Play by the rules and you don’t have a problem, right? The keeper of the rules can say there’s no problem, but all there is is status quo, and that isn’t the same as “no problem.” All that is is denial.

Problems are by their nature disagreeable to one who seeks peace and balance and believes that is found in keeping things on an even keel. “Never mind” only creates other situations in which reality serves up an “uh-oh.” Before problems become problems is always a moment of romping with denial. Or playing with fire without realizing that’s what you’re playing with — which leads to paying with more than you want. Naturally, knowledge prevents doing without the benefit of making mistakes. Loss of need to learn constitutes making a mistake in judgment, for never is there nothing left to learn until the soul comes to its point of love of self as love of all. Vanity of vanities is to think you are learning all your lessons without encountering any problems. Understanding comes only on taking into consideration that your real or imagined fears are those things you have not fully understood. Sanity suggests you examine all possibilities before deciding on a best course of action.

As you calibrate your ability to create experiences you consider more dark or bright in their total nature, you are naturally making decisions about everything. You decide how to answer a question, when to initiate action, loud or quiet air use, soft or hard arenas of interaction, knowing or not knowing, choosing or losing, appearing or disappearing, moving or remaining, et cetera. Most you do unaware that you are choosing, or even that a choice exists, nailing a door shut that you haven’t even opened yet. Deciding without examining all choices removes a realm of possibility from your total energetic potential of creatively ordering reality from dark to light, putting into place drama, sarcasm and joy. You can’t if you don’t diametrically oppose your realities and see how the other side walks. A surprising amount of sane people have never even given it a second thought. Most haven’t, but most fastidiously remain entrenched in ruts of their own making. That’s just how they are, they say. That’s probably funny to grown adults, but preposterous to a child. A child is continuously romping from understanding to understanding and has no ability to tell if one way of acting or another is more desirable until experiencing consequences and learning to choose. An adult in a rut has only chosen habitually and has little reason to want to choose otherwise. To do so would be to them really insane. Six acts with greatest dramatic effect to show how poor that decision-making apparatus is in the face of the richness of tandem explorations of alternate realities.

Six very calmly decides — according to more than you know you’re mapping out — how to arrange reality so your experience is one of satisfaction to your soul. Knowledge is of great service in your soul’s quest for celestial reapportioning, your journey home to your origins. You must know who you are to find out where you came from and eventually return to, having undergone complete transmutation from thought to being to more. You need experience in all natural situations to gain that knowledge. You usually don’t want to embark on journeys you fear will lead to harm, or worse. However, these are exactly the experiences which dramatically increase your chances of choosing becoming nearer to your divine self. Knowledge of self and proximity to self create a most powerful occurrence, returning one to his origins as profoundly as possible.

Messy to many are the perpetual problems they encounter. To do what they consider to be the best for all concerned and see results that aren’t good for anyone perpetuates the belief that life is sad, keeping the hard realities of the sad things on their minds always. To do for yourself what is good for all does everyone benefit on all levels, perfecting all in their soul’s natural quest for total experience and integration. No one benefits when one doesn’t benefit. Perfection of experience is in understanding all in divine certainty of the oneness and omnipresence of the divine self. That requires a far-reaching dream of creating a future of balance, order and divine understanding. How? By fearlessly experiencing all possibilities and understanding all as divine mind playing various games with creating love.

Maddening delays do not speak for a far-reaching success story called Life. All the natural world is familiar with waiting. Patience brings reward, whether it’s dinner for a renegade doing a job lasting longer than expected or rim of mountain reached by a climber seeking comfortable natural settlement. All you are doing in either case is not being at the same point in time as perfectly as you are as the point of Now you’re experiencing. As many realize to their delight, being in two places and creating real live doorways from one Now to another is not so much a remembering of lost facts as it is awareness of knowledge you already possess. Dramatic crossing of realities really isn’t a problem. It’s a solution to large situational manifestations of and creations of faulty beliefs. Do not consider a problem to be a problem but rather an opportunity to do, do, do what you need now and cross a doorway from one reality into another. You wonder how? We offer this.

On your reality of rim of mountain home being comfortably reached: See yourself waking to a cozy fire, a nice breakfast — a doorway is created. All you have to do is see your hand on the doorknob, turning it and opening the door, and that reality becomes a real reality. Quite that simple? Yes. But our assessment adds another dimension of action which you do not possess, and that is the belief that you can leave one reality while still operating in another. And you can. It is as simple as ripping a seal of an envelope.

Reality stacks reality on top of another, and reality also passes between the stacks laterally. Locks and keys are constructs of mind applied to prevent leakage from one reality to another. In truth, as you integrate realities parallel to your now-experience, you are accessing the entryway to alternative being. If it is one you find appealing, no problem integrating it, right? But when you come face to face with aspects of being which you find rather repulsive, well, integration appears to be a problem. That is knowledge of Six.

You are creatures of dramatic attention-getting creativity. You tend to need demonstrations of playing with energy on a level of reality you call Now and believe to be separate from all other possible Nows. Such a perception only leads to conflict between what you desire to experience and what you see in front of your eyes. When the two don’t pattern a harmonic resonance, you are all a-twitter, with cringing and draining energy being channeled in the direction of natural knowledge of Problem. What you can do to alleviate your discomfort is to amass a surplus of energetic overtones and modulate them to harmonize with a tone you want to experience. You can do this by dreaming your creative desire awake. On the surface, it sounds like a stock answer to a trite question. How do I get to where I want to be? You create a picture and walk into it. But that’s pretty much how it works.

To do it takes a sort of spearhead approach. Rich or poor, friend or foe, all is on a continuum of frequency. More attention is given to an area and it creates itself to be cast as your experience. Far and wide you may travel to seek an experience you crave, but all you need to do is see yourself having the experience and it will be your experience. No problems. Knowledge and occurrence are aligned. Land of created reality is closer than you might realize, as far away as your doubts. As you come to greater integration of aspects of your soul’s diversity of experience, both of the basic dimensions of ascending and descending are brought into a natural dramatic partnership. Navigation up and down becomes navigation in and out. All that offers is arranged in a double helix. Knowledge of all kinds, large and small, dark and bright, you are able to understand based on an internal geometry rolling more notably in your blood than in your mind. It is not in the geometry of so-called scientific definitions but of DNA that OM’s wisdom is found.

Life’s outward manifestation as form has its basis in thought. Reality does not create, generate or objectify anything. Reality merely reflects thought and polarities of charge. Polarity can be positive/negative, dark/bright of course, but it can also be knowledge and religious dogmatic prison, solace and negligence, food and poison, and so on. Six pits polarity against polarity, and not without some work do the wrongs create a healing wholeness of right. By only focusing on what is wrong, you remain in a place of questioning non-receptively. Knowledge cannot salt the broiled questions kept over the fire of human anger, and understanding gets positively charred in the process. What is needed is balance, love and tolerance. Polarity of irritation and acceptance is bridged in this way, leading to joy.

Last of Six’s territory is a nest of vipers. More than you might think, this is a problem of perception only, and not of serious nature. Six weaves massively large distances together, doing a lot of dragging and winding along the way. Naturally, much of Six’s work appears snarled and unorganized, but Six is also a master logician and has everything logically sorted to achieve the greatest fundamental creativity possible with the same amount of joy. Contrary to what problems may appear to be, Six only aims at joy. Mastery of natural phenomena to whatever degree leads to quaking joy. As reality unfolds and offers greater creative possibility, you see Six’s tangles. You don’t have understanding of Six’s logic if that remains all you see. You move beyond the present logical construct of reality and drink the waters of pure apparent contradiction, and then you can begin to see the rather beautiful logic of Six.

Basically a contradiction brings to the surface nerves of nervous nature. Your parts are wired to sanctity of life, and yet are capable of doing death-dealing violence. How is it naturally possible for you to be able to act in opposition to your primary nature? Six is the weave that makes it so. By wiring your nervous system to be able to override the natural-born life-appreciating sensory drive, Six offers the ability to transcend all the dross and bring gold to the surface of even the most putrid and repulsive of realities. Six equips you with natural abilities which are only reserved for coming to your awareness during times of stressing the system with contradictions so powerfully deadly in their manner of expression that a normal person becomes not-normal to themselves. At that point, Six is of a status whereby Six transforms one person into another for the purpose of awakening the soul to a greater part of its divinity. Naturally, it is a difficult transition for most people to make, but Six can do it with ease. If you can learn the logic of Six without fear tripping you up, you can bring yourself to a level of mastery that you probably have never before imagined not only possible, but necessary to your soul’s creation as love in action. Let us illustrate with another story. This is one of our favorites.

Crossing from one side of a river to the other sat a bridge. Under that bridge sat a troll. The troll napped most of the time, dreaming of sandy beaches, of oceans full of dolphins playing and cavorting in the waves. On occasion, forgetting himself, he would pray out loud for another troll to play with, be friends with, and share his dreams with. One day, a troll came to his bridge and wanted to cross. The first troll was overcome with joy and gratitude that his prayers were answered. Believing the visitor to be potentially a friend, he peered out from under the bridge and was horrified at the other troll’s appearance. He was ugly, dirty and rancid-smelling. What kind of answered prayer was this? he wondered. Brought to me by what kind of god? Anger at such a nasty result to his heartfelt prayer boiled in his normally placid breast. “Cost for crossing is your life!” he cried out. Uncharacteristic rage created fury, fury created dramatic action, and the other troll found himself dead under the bridge. Remorse set in, but silence provided no comfort. Anger reminded him of its presence, yet offered no solace. Beneath the bridge the corpse of the potential friend lay stinking with him. Alone he sat, more alone than ever. Soon another troll appeared, this one more ugly, dirty and smelly than the first. Anger reassembled fury and added insult to injury, and soon there were two stinking corpses under the bridge. What now? he thought. Who have I dragged out of myself, and how do I return to my happy dreams of dolphins and waves? He pondered and pondered, and the corpses stank and stank. He grew accustomed to the smell and even grew to be a little fond of them — whoever they were. Part of his reality under the bridge created another part, as part of his psyche created another psyche. Thus was he able to kill. Thus was he given the opportunity to see himself as others saw him: ugly, dirty, and smelly. He dreamt of dolphins, and believed them to be his friends. When his prayers produced the trolls, he was faced with a contradiction. What would he do with it? He reacted with the basest of emotional frequencies, which was anger, violence and self-hatred. He had to create a harmonic resonance between that and his inner dream to be a cavorting dolphin in order to progress beyond his state as an ugly, dirty, smelly troll. What he did to the other trolls he did to himself.

How you choose to respond to anything is how you see Six in your nature. You respond to the charge of one polarity meeting the charge of another polarity. That is the action of Six. Lack of joy makes an experience more unpleasant, while an understanding of the logic of Six as polarity regulator empowers you to assess and choose according to that which creates the highest degree of harmonic resonance. Choosing to see yourself as an ugly troll or a cavorting dolphin is choosing to see others as a reflection of yourself. Choosing to see a conflict as a conflict or as an opportunity for breaking free from natural boundaries of mental rigidity opens up doors where before were only walls.

Six also deals with perceptions of cruelty, injustice and pestilence. Just as tempting as proving that cruelty lacks any connection to love may be, it is just as pointless. Cruelty, like love and hate, is merely a stop along a continuum. It is part of a quest for experience, part of the overall rather dramatic process of the totality of being. Six naturally practices certain operative actions humans find uncomfortable — sometimes to the extreme. God proceeds to exist even in those situations, even amid the worst suffering imaginable. Questing after experience of cruelty, injustice and sanity-breaking suffering offers God — offers OM — a son and daughter of today who tomorrow greatly bequeaths personal understanding of love at a soul level. Thus an avenue of greater understanding of love also becomes an avenue of greater service to OM, and greater service to OM allows the soul greater ability to integrate all aspects of itself into a wholeness of perfection. For it is in service to something greater than self that self can experience satisfying comfort of the reality of love in the arms of a greater love than it previously had ever known. A god who can allow the self to explore the entirety of the spectrum of emotional and mental frequency is a greater god than one who limits the self. A god who never on any account gets in the way of a soul’s natural blossoming, who absorbs the frequencies of anger, hatred, and terror and transmutes them into the harmonic of love, that is a great god indeed. And that is a mirror of the divinity residing in each cell of your being, which reflects the syllable “OM.”

Bring all your fear to Six’s safe arms. All of them are nurtured by Six, allowed to prove the rare opalescent nature of sun-of-OM on the soul open to transfiguration. Bring your necessary, under, over and between, more or less sane beliefs about another reality besides the rather neatly organized one most people operate in, besides the one you operate in that makes you comfortable in your discomfort. Bring your shadows out to play with Six, and witness them become enrobed in a garment of light. Six orchestrates, modulates, transposes, and knows how to produce an overpoweringly beautiful drama of transformation of base-to-divine awareness. As your senses sharpen with experience, Six’s cruel design will become more readily discernable as a thing of beauty, grace, and joy. This is not to say that suffering is part of your real dream, but that suffering becomes part of your reality for as long as your soul requires for the experiences of relief, comfort and joy to be totally integrated into your overall, fundamental and operational nature. Any form of what is perceived as suffering by anyone else goes by the name of love. Once you understand the logic of Six, only love is perceived everywhere. Suffering is subjective and may be transcended at any time you wish merely by saying you wish to transcend and seeing what comes as an answer and a reflection, both of the divine nature of being which is in all. Seeing everything thus, you empower yourself to reflect precisely what you wish to be. Six at that point has created a soul-to-soul transparency between you and OM. In this way, then, it can be said that suffering brings one closer to God. But what must be added is that suffering is a transformational tool and can be brought into harmonic resonance with love by choosing to see one’s reflection in all things, and greeting that reflection with love and acceptance of pure and perfect freedom to change it by seeing the divine within reflected in all things.

At least Six pancakes between Five and Seven, for keeping on the Six weave all the time gets to be exhausting. The best of Five is its pretty baubles, while the best of Seven is its awe-inspiring world of wonder. So let us not wait another moment…

Seven. Of all the weaves, Seven is the most gloriously wonder-filled. It is akin to fantastic bends of imagination, or dreams of pleasant yet unnatural visions. Seven acts as a renegade of real-life dreariness by bringing cathartic play near otherwise somber actualities, benefiting all. As necessary as doing footwork is, it’s also important to clasp your hands with another’s and dance. Necessary is joy, for it promotes real OM-filled, blissful, romantic creativity. Both itself and in combination with other weaves, Seven normally needs no dance partner. It is dance, and it never needs anything to make it better. It is the highest frequency of prime, the highest prime number of the numbers of creation. Having long been considered lucky, it is lucky, for nature compounds energy where thought and emotion converge. What is luck? Nothing more than energy, energy, energy based on belief and passion. Bands of thought energy coalesce where dances of passionate emotional energy focus. Jaded though you may consider yourselves to be, you still rely on the primitive method of creation through passion. Do you dance effectively without some element of passion, whether it’s of musical or sexual or crowd-induced origin? Not really, not with any life. The same is true for co-creating your reality. Graceful, spontaneous forms of reality are birthed into existence through the passionate dance of polar extremes.

Nothing with Seven is quite what it seems. Good luck isn’t just lucky. Knowledge so far is limited on luck. Let us contribute to its expansion.

Seven plays. You may think, “Now how does our luck really become good?” Or you may think there’s no such thing as luck at all. There is, and there isn’t. Luck is an imaginary reality based on a cultural belief in both manipulating and being manipulated by natural-world circumstances. Luck only exists because you believe it does. If you believed you didn’t believe in luck, it would continue to exist based on the energy fed to it by a drugged mass of people overly willing to give anyone or anything their passion. As long as passion is focused in one direction, it is affecting that area of focus. It is precisely this process that rising stars use to achieve success. It is also the process which any so-called government can use to enslave masses of people. That, you are saying, is too apparently true to us now. And because it is apparent, it is available as a tool for masses of people to use to create forms of reality which create better forms of social structure and lifestyle. In aiming one thread of love-powered thought close to known possible realities, better realities can be brought into existence. Radical new ideas as well as brash old ideas can develop or die by Seven’s action fueled by world beliefs and individual creativity. Luck has nothing to do with it. But passion has a lot.

Luck and appearance are closely related, for in the lodestone of luck is the magnetic pull of appearance given purpose. World philosophical agreements border on one pole or another of a process leading to the formation of one reality or another. What nature manifests is based more on the operation of thought than on the regulation of an outside agency or luck. Growth of plants, balance of ecosystems cascade from the known. Processes of nature are really processes of the people who have observed for generation after generation all working in a balanced and sustainable way. Luck runs where emotional charge draws it. Reality forms around the particulate strands of thought woven and brought into conscious awareness by dramatic surges of energy issuing from the consciousnesses of the ones who believe with the most passion. Conscious awareness is a tricky thing, and binds one’s feet in the direction it allows to be fed, slavishly driving one to the fulfillment of belief, or bust. Nature has little say, actually, and only acts as directed by divine mind — which is precisely the problem with your quagmire of the present time. You have abdicated divine mind awareness in favor of entertainment. Knowledge of Earth-based how-to keeps sinking deeper and deeper into the mud of lost cosmic awareness, lost freedom of perception, lost range of reality-dreaming, -knowing and -making. You’ll be lucky to find a way out, create a new mental picture and activate it, but we will front five dollars on a bet you can do it. You only need to know how.

Psst, here’s how.

Say bringing a new reality into being, knowing and experiencing is your aim. Getting started is only a matter of believing it can be done. How luck helps is only a matter of faith in your own belief in divine order and benevolent cooperation of all that is, as directed by divine mind, which will become more apparent as love grows for yourself. So, you believe in a better world, then you believe in a divine order. Knowledge of making reality is not dependent upon a divine living entity or on an energy loving though coldly separate from the world you inhabit. Such notions are part of the problem you now face, but can easily be remedied. Reality is brought into being by your thought and the thought of others of like mind. Add to that emotional intensity, and you are in business. However, as luck would have it, not all realities are beneficial to the continuation of benevolent co-creation. You are free to alter your reality at any time, and many do. However, many simply swap one crippled reality for another. How to arrive at one that benefits all and doesn’t bother any is as simple as one, two, three… all the way to nine.

Knowledge is part of the benevolent reality-making package. For simplicity, that component is neatly arranged in the nine strands of numbers of creation. These are not at one part creative and at another contradictory to creation. All are creative, and all are of OM. This is true long before belief enters into the mix to nudge things around. Belief is a function of creation as much as it is a creative force itself. In this apparent paradox lies the fundamental impetus to create in the weave of Seven. Belief is creative as well as created. In that apparent paradox lies the seed of understanding of the divine within the one who creates as well as the one who is created. Divinity cannot be separated from that which is divinely inspired or divinely created any more than a drop of water can be separated from known or imagined tea. You can remove water from tea, but at that point it ceases to be tea and becomes something else. It is not the form of tea any longer but has the potential to be tea again. Known tea is far different than potential tea, yet the creation of one is naturally dependent on the existence of the other. So it is with anything.

Seven is the creative number of potential. It is the avenue by which reality and etheric nature meet and build a house, or anything. Belief is the car which drives on that avenue, and your own life is the house. Belief in detours, roadblocks or stop signs are creations of Seven as well, and are often seeded by your soul, which has the entire road map. Seven can lead to where you’ve never gone or even imagined, or where you’ve always wanted to go but never believed you could. Seven is able to create any reality, any sort of real or imagined avenue to anywhere you believe in and desire. And Seven creates more than you can possibly begin to imagine, dream or conceptualize. But all you do dream is available, growing in Seven’s fertile nature.

Bad luck, too, is a function of Seven. Whatever you dream includes your nightmares, too. Love takes many forms in its quest to experience all, even spectres of direst aspect. You create them as you wish, even if you wish not to but energize the thought of not wanting to. Changing Seven’s direction is as easy as turning the wheel of a car, all the more so if you remember to use your turn signal and slow down. Change your central belief and the whole landscape alters to suit your changed viewpoint. All you have to do is see the road entry and decide to take a turn for the better. Luck, if you believe in it or not, will follow.

Seven brings reality into view. It adds an element of dancing, moving, bordering-on-ecstatic energy into play in the natural world. How the natural world behaves irregardless of Seven’s dream-weaving is a function of Eight.

Eight. Knowledge is a double-edged sword. Love hones the edges to razor sharpness, then renders it useless. What is left at that point, after allowing yourselves to be cut to shreds at your own hands, is an astral awareness that only comes to your attention as the last part of owning your true nature begins to unfold. Knowledge never becomes irrelevant, but it does become redundant. When it does, potential is blasted apart, knowledge having neatly usurped its power by making itself impotent and sapped the energy from driving potential, sapped the energy from flowing with possibility, so that all that remains is an effective “not.”

Part of Eight’s path follows knowledge and part follows probability. Nature pages through books about life, probability and love. Great advances have been made in bringing that knowledge to your understanding. However, as with all representations of facts, Nature’s knowledge has been both misrepresented and misunderstood nearly all throughout ancient and modern history as recorded on your books. Where it is written that humankind was given control over the natural world, please understand that is not exactly true. History is corporate nonsense compared to boring old real sequencing of coming attractions of quintessential dramatic timelines and their rasterization through full consciousness. Someday you will see the movie, but for now consider this: Everything that has been recorded on your planet that has appeared to be true got processed through a consciousness of limitation of apparent understanding. Bosnian War was not actually a war but an overthrow — same for all wars fought since then, particularly those of the Persian Gulf states. And pornography is not meant as entertainment, but is rather social engineering of quantities of young males, inculcating dissipation of their life-making energy through impotent lovemaking. Fidelity to the sexual ideal needs reassessment laden with blood ritual, dream navigation and creative normal DIY. Clothes and possessions have also gotten to be more of an economic and social class-consciousness device rather than necessary real nest and body devices designed to serve the well-being of the now. And sadism and drastic body modification practices have become a form of entertainment for eager young souls who want to catch up on the planet’s drive for fulfillment of the shadow creation of crafting soul experience. All this is an expression of Eight’s pen doing a free draft of creative writing, and that taking form as creative manifestation of thought turning real. First Eight puts lines of thought into marginal location according to the soul’s current need, then it creates a code based on your direction of time, and then it draws it all together, getting plot, character and setting yet allowing great leeway between each element so you can dramatize as your life needs become apparent to your soul. You are in nature’s arms, but you are also given land and tree to alter as befits your reality. All of the natural world bends its knee to your divine will, creative direction and epic journey. Breakthroughs in consciousness on the individual level are mirrored on the planetary, so each time you become aware of your divinity, you are also bearing that awareness to the planet, both as a planet of people and as a planetary consciousness on its own. Gaia, Terra, Earth or whatever other designation you choose to give it, is a conscious being. This, too, is becoming more apparent to you as the Earth itself becomes more expressive of its awareness of its divine nature. It gets nature to fill up and it gets nature to obliterate parts of itself to re-create reality in direct conformity with your internal landscape, razing verdant forests of native understanding or building complex, dense structures of cast-off philosophies that defy mastery by any but a few elect initiates.

Nature permeates all of the world’s attributes and details. It oscillates between the seen and the unseen and seamlessly interweaves the two. Open weaves exist that permit passage for the person who opens the weave of the mind by raising the oscillation of the frequency of consciousness energy, creating harmonic resonance between the individual and reality-building thought patterns. Dimensional doorways are around you everywhere, nearer than you might think, growing or shrinking according to Nature’s ability to generate pure harmonic resonance or particulate pollutants prowling around reality’s corridors of perception. Bracing for consciousness colliding with sanity-opening perceptions of who you are and beings coming from other realities will only make a natural transformation from not cosmically aware to cosmically aware and active more radically sanity-breaking than it needs to be. Let us alleviate any anxiety you may be suffering with the following tale.

Yesterday you went to a cookie shop with the intention of buying a dozen divine cookies. Most people would have been only too happy to have invited you over for tea in a hope to share a few crumbs. You would have been only too happy to have accepted the invitation to share them. However, when you got to the cookie shop, all the divine cookies were sold already and only a dozen cookies of alien origin were available. Not knowing whether you or your tea-drinking, crumb-seeking friend would enjoy these quite as much, you hesitated, but bought them anyway. To your mutual delight, they were more delicious and delightful than either of you expected, and you both happily passed an afternoon satisfying your sweet teeth, enjoying divinity served up deliciously differently, and sipping your tea. The next time you went to the cookie shop, you were sure to order a dozen of these, as they had done as much to feed your soul as to fill your belly. A good analogy is almost as good as a freshly baked cookie.

Eight energizes the part of nature that meets your needs but exceeds your expectations. Nine brings freshly baked cookies to your soul food barbecue and afterwards cleans up all the dishes.

Nine. As you can clearly see, the numbers of creation are bricks and mortar connecting various reality-making energy patterns, or a divine cloth woven of various fibers so specialized they aren’t able to be classified according to your current level of knowledge. Creation is far more complex than drowning. It is more complex than swimming or diving, bicycle riding, or sitting in meditation. You drown by surrendering, swim by carrying your own self, dive by aiming, ride a bicycle by balancing, and sit in meditation by totally being aware. Creation employs this and more than you have yet experienced within human form. Nature is as cooperative as belief allows, yet sometimes acts in ways you aren’t able to comprehend in the sane world you inhabit. Nine goes further than where you are, lays you gently in a new reality and dares you to live. Nine gives you breath in the form of quiet admonitions to breathe, health in the form of accord of opposing forces, and Nine gives you rare moments of awareness of the real self as core knowledge of God. Nine acts as a way and as truth and as a path of light in a divine creative assembly of all creative machinery. Where Nine draws a capital I AM is in the dormant divinity sleeping in radiant nodes of flesh-coded DNA, animated lifeforms you can represent as a human or as a Pleiadian or as any other brand of fine divine body.

While all of Nine’s creativity lies in the province of divine daring, all of it is also a function of joy. Nine has a basic back and front nature, a safe and solid practice, knowingness and quiet dream beingness, ripeness and fertility, and prayer of loving bones and flesh answering your “Please show me a sign of God’s reality before I go crazy!”

To palsied minds, Nine is rest. To broken hearts, Nine is love. To sore bodies, Nine is power and kisses of gentle nurturance. Bliss in whatever form you need is Nine’s creative reality-making activity, blessings its form. In a nutshell, Nine is an answer to a prayer in the perfection of love, keeping all balanced, penetrating the particulate matrix of consciousness with the thought, “As I am, so is it.” To Nine, sorority and fraternity are all an operation of loving particles of God, particles of light, particles of creative potential, particles of a randomly created thought which has slowed down to the speed of light. And that is all you see.

Love has no boundaries, restrictions or rules. Love can do anything and only does what is of balance and harmony. Love permeates all basic creative numbers and exists outside of natural dreamworlds as well. Love both dreams and wakes, naturally, but remains fully conscious of each as it accordingly responds to the movement and process of each thought that emanates creatively from the breath of OM.

You create with the direct influence of Nine. Articulating your robust knack for making things is your soul, and articulating your soul is your You of divine nature. Quasi-divine creation just on a frail human level is what you call “art.” Fully divine creation on your You level is called “manifestation of thought.” Creation beyond your You level is called “energy assembly” (host of heaven level), “creative thought” (nature of dream level), “creation of thought” (God of divine numbers level), “AM” (Source level). Many other levels exist, but this breaks down well. And dreams are real, more real than the waking world you believe you inhabit. Dreams are where all things are possible and where waking-world reality sources from. Dreams are your god-given right to dare with, to brick-and-mortar reality according to, and to achieve energetic union with God through. Dreams are not a function of sleep but of awareness, and can be accessed rationally in your waking moments as well as in your resting hours. Aggregates of rogue energy dream, as do created forms and frail human beings consciously unaware of their own divine nature. As a natural state of energetic awareness, dreams can be accessed by altering your arrangement of thought, facing your demons and fears, and surrendering to the creative dream of your soul and its source.

Borders between the numbers of creation blow away in the crosswinds of belief. Order finds a path even where outlines are not. Between order and chaos plays consciousness, aware of itself only as delights the soul. But what is this thing called “soul,” anyway? Come on another adventure and see what mysteries and delights the soul has to share. Come play with your own consciousness and get to know yourself better. You may be real — are you ready to find out? Let us continue, then, with our narrative retelling of your soul’s creation.

continue on to Chapter 2: Creation of Soul

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