In the no-man’s-land between states of consciousness is the real world. It is not a place you can really visit in your present condition, that of being incarnate humans in limited recognition of self’s true nature. In your forgetfulness, you can only visit peripherally with occasional experiences of reality. To immerse yourself completely in reality would short-circuit your forgetfulness and defeat the purpose of incarnating to experience the game played on Earth, but it would also remove the remembrance from which growth occurs. Many have seen partially into the real world, but only a very few are capable of maintaining a clear connection with such a power. The secret of maintaining your connection has come to you from various sources, yet in an adulterated form. Recognition of your divinity is the basic truth that runs through most religions that you can follow to the threshold of reality. It is in recognizing the same divine presence that you encounter within yourself in all beings, creations, and situations in your experience that you can cross the threshold and enter fully into the reality behind that which you consider to be real.

While some things that seem to be imaginary, immaterial phantoms of an overactive mind can be explained away by logical investigation, others linger awaiting explanation. Some ghostly images cannot be so surely dismissed as lens flare or trick photography, and some bumps in the night feel very real indeed. Are these things real? Is anything real which doesn’t fit into your paradigm? If some crazy idea doesn’t make sense to your system of perception and understanding, yet it fits neatly into your neighbor’s, which of you has less grip on reality? To answer this, you have to remove your belief structure out of the way and follow a very simple, if somewhat expanded, logic. First, know that nothing truly exists in exactly the way a being with limited awareness can discern. There is always more truth than first meets the eye. Second, realization is based in reality, so that the more you realize, the more reality you have to work with. Third, less is more, when it comes to making realities. Many of the grandest creations have come into being simply by allowing books to be written or situations to unfold, without putting too much of yourself into them. In stepping back, after setting your intention into motion, you allow all manner of universal support to come rushing to your aid. If, in following these rudimentary stepping stones to greater understanding unhindered by prejudicial belief structures, you arrive at the conclusion that reality is not a thing to have a grip on at all but rather a malleable, alive process, then you will, perhaps, be a little more able to mold your reality around something more dependably marketable as an idea than “because I believe it to be.” In fact, you may discover that an idea like “because it is good, it is so” to be a more fertile seed for creating a viable reality. That is, as long as you have an intention which is, in fact, good and not destructive in the wholeness of its expression. Destruction has its place, to be sure, but as a seed in itself it grows little that could be considered viable to the well-being of humans, if not balanced with “because it is good.”

When you are first contacted by the movement of the vibratory disturbance of the idea of beingness, it is the beginning of reality for the individuated conscious awareness that eventually takes form as you, the person reading these words, the fragmented entity that is an intrinsic part of the whole of your soul. Reality, for you, begins when you become aware of yourself as aware. Without awareness, there is nothing. Without awareness, is is not. Awareness on any level changes everything. The soul is aware of its existence yet is only awareness without form until the vibration of beingness encounters odd harmonics and interference patterns of the entity awakening as a question of what it is. Thus is the perfection of the sphere fragmented into shards; thus is the one awareness made into many. And thus are countless realities brought into being, where there was only the void. Jumping from void existence to reality is the initial movement of the soul in exploring existence as awareness, just as in non-dreaming states of deep sleep or meditation your jump into awakened awareness is your first experience of a new day. At first you may not be quite fully aware of your surroundings, the sensations of your body, the name of the day of the week. Sometimes it can take a moment to re-assemble your reality. We say, don’t rush it. Every awakening, from sleep or meditation or even in the process of birth itself, is an opportunity for creating reality as you would like to experience it. With practice, you can have quite a lot of fun with this, as reality experienced with intention can be far more radically fulfilling than reality experienced as a tin can bumping along the roadside riding the turbulence of passing vehicles. There is much more to explore than a curbside gutter. Awareness and intention can carve out new territory to explore in the landscape of reality than limited awareness, half asleep, can.

In your unconscious states of being, such as deep sleep, meditation, birth or death, your awareness is relatively benighted. While your body on autopilot manages the basic apparatus of physical integrity, the awareness of your individuated beingness exists in a sort of limbo, in which energetic impressions and expressions settle into a non-descript hum of potentiality. In a sense, the slate is wiped clean of the stimuli of experience and the remnants of recognizable frequency patterns temporarily re-assemble themselves into the inner light show of dreams and visions. In such states of consciousness, anything is possible. In fact, in any state of consciousness anything is possible, but levels of awareness determine choice, and choice determines direction of outcome, unless your choice includes all possibilities being part of your reality. Usually, in the voluntary state of limited awareness you adopt as an incarnate human, your choices are by necessity also limited, for to be presented with infinite possibility is, in normal human experience, both overwhelming and unnecessary. It is the limitation of choice that gives life on Earth its particular bittersweet rush. It is in unbounded states of awareness that the infinity of possibility is presented. Images and action determine what is presented in reality, and it is within reality that you choose what to imagine and what to do. In a sense, you also choose what you dream as processes of elimination from the everyday choices you make.

In the framework of reality, then, you are able to choose what you experience as a general rule. You may not think you choose some of the unpleasant experiences that befall you, but in truth you do, if not as an unconscious challenge to your beliefs then from the level of your soul to trigger growth towards greater understanding of life and love. As many choices as you make for obvious reasons — where to go to school or work, what to study or do — you make as many choices for reasons that may not be so obvious, such as going down a particular street and having an accident, or marrying someone you do not love. Sometimes the reality of the situations you unwittingly create takes a while to become apparent, but eventually, if you pay attention, every tiny choice makes perfect sense. Meanwhile, reality unfolds, and another opportunity for a well-placed story becomes evident, so indulge us for a moment as we explore just a little deeper at this point in our narrative exactly how it is that you can be asleep at the wheel and yet arrive at the same destination you would if you were fully aware… though perhaps not so directly.

Person A wants to make a short trip, so he leaves his home and drives down the road. Meanwhile, Person B decides to travel to a specific destination, so she gathers her things, grabs a snack, and after filling the tank, hops on the interstate, fully prepared for her journey. It so happens that her itinerary and Person A’s meanderings lead them both to the same spot, and quite recklessly at the same time. While Person B in her well-executed driving is busy making a left turn, Person A is fumbling with the radio and keeps going where she has become. No one was injured in the telling of this tale, but some rather choice words were uttered.

Person A:      Oops.

Person B:      What the heck were you doing, trying to go through me?

Person A:      Lady, I didn’t even see you.

Person B:      Well, you didn’t pay attention.

Person A:  It is all my fault. I shouldn’t have left the house. I just wanted to take a nice drive.

Person B:      And I am late for a job interview!

You get the picture. Given this setting, any number of realities could come into play. Person A could, at this point, pretend to need medical attention to fill the void of caring in his life. Person B could have a fit about how this has ruined her strategy for landing a potential dream job. There could be lawsuits, accusations, coldheartedness, concern. How exciting! Let us continue with the dialogue to satisfy your curiosity about how we would end such a story line.

Person A:      Here?

Person B:      Yes.

Person A:  But I own this company.

Person B:      You do?

Person A:      Yes, and I need someone to take over a section of it. Would you like to have lunch and talk about it?

Person B:      How perfect!

Person A called off her scheduled interview, and discovered that Person B would not only be able to do the job, but that she felt it would be a beneficial turn for her career path. What one might have considered a loss turned out to be gain, and what began as seeking and wandering turned out to be finding.

Thus it can be in creating your reality. Not only the details but detachment is important. Mapping out a plan is well and good, but you are advised to let go of eventualities. Can you? If you want to be delighted, you should. The elements of creation do appreciate irony in assembly. In addition, the things you don’t know far outweigh the things you do know. Why limit yourself when the possibilities are endless? All you need to do is factor in that the result will be better in all ways than you can imagine, make your intention felt in the depths of your being, take a leap of faith by doing some act in acknowledgment of your felt intention, then get out of the way. Truly, nothing could be easier. If you only try, the consciousness of the manifestation of intent will meet you as if on cue.

By the time you have made your intention felt, the components of reality begin to move in response to the attractor, which is the intention enlivened by emotion and awareness. You can put a stop to this movement towards intention by consciously canceling the order to create, by intending otherwise or by focusing on alternative outcomes through ritual. You can employ all kinds of tricks to corral your considerable thought-energy into potentialities of beneficial effect, which is very useful when you are, as your people long have been, bombarded with suggestions to create doom and gloom. It is no secret, is it? In the images put on television screens and computer monitors are countless assaults on your attention designed as methods to take even more of your energy in the form of power, money, or hope. And boy, do you pay! Even if you don’t buy anything you’re prodded to buy, you either must guard your attention from the wily psychotronic displays of would-be purveyors or thinly disguised vampires of the multimedia-employing, energy-sucking sort. Without a keen awareness that you have choices, without a sense of discernment between truth and lies, without the understanding of the larger reality in which you operate, your efforts to create peace and happiness can still bear fruit, but with increased awareness comes more choice, and with the experience of making choices comes understanding, so even greater benefit can be brought into being. Turn off the television or Internet if you want a greater advantage in opening the door to new realities. Your presence at such events is most welcome.

Lest we neglect to say this at some later point, we say it now: Every thought you are aware of at any level, be it intention or memory or random terror, is the seed of reality. Every moment records a multitude of possibilities in which you make a choice and narrow the multitude down to a handful, comparatively speaking. Now, every reality seed exists full-grown in an alternate refraction of consciousness, yet what you are aware of here and now is the only reality your soul is focused on. It is your awareness that determines that focus, and your soul that determines what to reflect into your environment, inner and outer, that becomes your experience. In the alternate realities that spring from your thoughts, your footsteps are seen, as your conscious experience in your reality exerts an impulse into the energies that sourced from your initial seed thought. As you alter your experience, countless other realities are affected. As you heal, the brokenness of those realities is resolved. As you break patterns of belief and habits of thought, those realities which sourced from your mind also change, and, depending on their nature, can cease to exist altogether. There is nothing that is not touched by your activity in the reality you inhabit. Thus we come to another point at which a narrative tells more than our formal description.

One fine day, a man took a few moments from his work and paused for a snack of watermelon. As he relaxed, his thoughts rose to the surface of his awareness and as he gave them his attention, he absently spit out the seeds from his snack. The day continued, he returned to his work, no longer burdened by repressed thoughts, and the sun warmed the seeds. Those which had the attention of the sun in the days and weeks ahead soon took root and sent out tendrils. The man, meanwhile, focused on his work and paid no notice to his snack’s progeny. Stray thoughts, like weeds, appeared from time to time, some with disturbing insistence, but most dissolved as soon as they arose. He sat, he thought, he spat, he continued on his way never realizing that he had unwittingly planted a garden of watermelon with his thinking. There grew a few juicy watermelons for someone else to snack on long after the seed-spitter was gone. What had become of his largely absent-minded activity? Food for thought.

How much of you exists as a thought someone else is thinking at any given moment in time? Someone, somewhere, is thinking, and from those thought impulses reality ripples through the weave of time and space. How much do someone’s seemingly random thoughts affect the reality in which you operate on a day-to-day basis? Are you at the mercy of such impulses coming at you willy-nilly, without recourse but to add your own thought impulses to the throbbing chaos of life, or to drop out altogether? That is a choice, certainly. However, nothing in the game of life on Earth is so black and white as it may at first appear. You have lots of choices. Let’s say that you encounter a thought. Let’s call that thought, as an illustration, a watermelon. Embedded within your experience of that thought are choices, like seeds in the body of a watermelon. Which are fertile, and which are dead? Which do you end up spitting out, and which do you carefully extract from the fruit and nurture to growth? Which have you tasted as bitter, time and time again? Do you continue to give these meritless seeds of possibility the energy of your life, the effulgence of your mind? There are many seeds in a watermelon, and while each may appear more or less the same as any other, the outgrowth of each is unique. Thus it is with choice. You chew on a thought, extract the essence of it, and spit out a choice. If that doesn’t yield good fruit, you can always choose otherwise. All eventually leads back to the source of all functional life, anyway. There are a lot of watermelons to taste.

Throughout the engagement of your mind with a particular thought, reality engages with the manifest world and cloaks the substance of thought with the substance, generally speaking, of matter. Under the trappings of matter, then, exist all of the impulsed energies which emanate from your own thinking. No one else can alter that unless you take on the frequency and understanding, in your own way, of another person’s thoughts, extensions of that person’s unique structure of belief. By generating thought, you trigger a dance of elements to conform to the shape you have ideated. In the swirling chaotic realignment of reality, your own consciousness also conforms to the reality thus engendered. For one split-second jump from reality to reality, you exist in anticipation of transformation. You cannot otherwise be, can you, but that you exist in both ordered sanity and disordered chaos, and yet you exist within the fraction of time between one state and another and another. How can that be? It is because the seemingly non-existent nothingness that you perceive must exist is another form which reality takes. The worlds of order and chaos are real, yes, but order and chaos do not in themselves define the entirety of All That Is. The reality that is neither order nor chaos is the fundamental reality underlying all other possibilities.

When you relax your mind, you access this underlying reality in relative comfort rather than in the throes of transformational dialectic. How you respond to thought determines the quality of activity that confronts you in the real world you operate in. So if you are clear in your thoughts, you will be able to carry that clarity into the world of action and words. It is a matter of extending the nature of your thought-world into the matter of your natural world of being and doing. There is nothing more complex than remaining in the clarity of awareness that you are only experiencing what you have yourself created as situations for your own perfection of being. You only have to hold that place of peace, and reality will conform to that vibration of stillness. Everything else is ripples. And how can you control ripples? You cannot control the ripples of water in a pond when you throw a pebble in, but you can control the ripples of your thought. How? By changing the consistency of consciousness, like changing the consistency of water. You can make your consciousness fluid, or more solid, or more vaporous and freeform. You can also make it alive and responsive in such a way that when reality interacts with it, you determine with what response it interacts. It can be cold, unyielding, brittle, or supple and intuitive. You can make it exactly the way it needs to be to achieve the ratio of harmony to input your intention requires to manifest in the way you wish it to be. Approximations are enough to get you on a trajectory towards the best possible outcome, and detail will fill itself in as you allow reality to assemble itself around your core vibrational decision to be available to beingness as an extended refraction of soul within the matrix of time and space, dimension and density. If you can go with the thought “All is well,” you are well on your way to experiencing that firsthand. Really, it’s not more difficult than that.

If you were to wander through all of the possible corridors of reality as you, pretty soon you would run into yourself coming around a blind corner. What would you say, how would you respond? Yet do you realize that this happens all the time in the reality you currently traverse? Every chance meeting is your own beingness experiencing a completely other path with other obstacles, other scenery, other opportunities in another order altogether. But it is still an extended refraction of soul, at some level of experience of I AM. Every single one. If you meet yourself in such a way and have trouble recognizing yourself, well, that is part of the game you have been operating within. You have agreed to relieve yourself of memory and awareness to a certain degree, so that when you meet your own self as a projection-form of another, you would have the opportunity to experiment with the dualities of the system and in this way learn the secrets of love. This is true for every friend you meet, and for every incarnation of Nemesis as well. It is all real. It is all part of the same pond of consciousness, the same interplay of ripples in interference patterns with itself. You, as you, are submerged in the stuff, and you are not separate from it, not from the water, the ripples, the light shafts bending through the depths. You are it, and it is all that is real, really.

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Waking up to your reality, for it is in dreamland many still reside, is finally coming to be. There have been those who couldn’t sleep during the moonlit night of your sojourn on Earth, those who have roused sleepers nearby with their tossing and turning and grumbling, stealing the warm blanket of sleep and stirring up a general grumpiness in their dream-mates. There have been others who, stirred from sleep by chance light glinting in the window, have quietly stolen from the bed of dreams and had an early cup of tea in anticipation of the rising sun, creating some effigy of their vision to share with the later risers. Yet too, there have been others who, startled by some nightmarish phantasm, have bolted awake to the darkness, either silently or with a scream, bringing with them the vestiges of their haunting psychosis to share with any unlucky enough to be in their company. Mother’s soft arms are always nearby for such as these, but in the stark darkness of shock they often remain indiscernible and unfound. And still the sleepers sleep, in quiet blessedness or unsettled snoring, until the sun beckons them from their reverie or, for some who cannot release their dreams, the alarm clock goes off with a loud, blaring, recognizable signal that it’s time, at last, to get up.

Thus morning begins.

We have visited you often in your sleep, you know. We have approached your bedside with reverence and love, and waited for the go-ahead from your soul to enter into the world of your dreams. Together, we have explored alternate realities and parallel timelines and flown across the great expanse of space, time and archetype to study and learn, then to apply and learn more, then to reflect and create and begin again. The time has come for the dreamer to awaken fully and to live in the light of the day’s creation. The long night is finally over and the time of nightmares is done. There are no monsters under the bed and the ending of dreams is the beginning of life. What are we saying, that all you have known has been an illusion, a dream? Precisely that, and the end of sleep means the beginning of waking-state awareness. It is all only a dream. You live, you dream, and you sleep. Beyond that is another life of dreams in which you are awake yet you see all possible realities and thus can choose what you do with greater effectiveness than you can while you are either sleeping and dreaming or sleeping and living. When you are awake, you are aware and able to choose. When you are asleep, you are merely aware of certain possibilities, and thus can only make a guess as to what might be. There is no certainty if there is ignorance, and the sleeper is largely unaware of the reality unfolding around him.

Many of your dreams are fleeting as the wind, gone as soon as you awaken. Many are forgotten as your day progresses. Some you remember in vivid detail for long periods of time before they too dissolve as your awareness focuses more and more on your day-to-day life. Nightmares linger, feeding on your energies of fear and shock, and will continue to do so for as long as you provide them sustenance. To become fearless is a process of confronting those things your nightmares point out. They are extremely helpful in that regard. Just as you are up and being as you arise for your day, your dream state is up and being as you let yourself enter into an alternate state called sleep. The visual dreams you have are the portions of that alternate state that you give to yourself to remember, but a lot goes on in the state of sleep leading up to that episodic visualization. Let us walk you through a typical night’s sleep, from your multidimensional point of view.

As you sleep, you enter into a phase of rest and relaxation of the physical body in which the preprogrammed thoughts and beliefs which govern your actions by day are given the driver’s seat as well at night, to govern your body’s regulated activities and responses to internal and external stimuli. Thus while your breathing slows and deepens, it is still bound by any mental tension you are unable to shed upon sleeping. Likewise your muscles are ready at a moment’s notice to amplify and express any beliefs you have about the nature of transformation from rest to activity, or from unaware to aware. The act of sleeping does not negate the activity of belief upon your body’s physiological processes, so stress, fear, bewilderment and such modes of operation still navigate for your body’s response structure, your nervous system and your brain activity. Thus, one who believes that she is unsafe in her body may be reluctant to wake up in the morning, or she may have elaborate dreams of being elsewhere, disembodied, safely detached from her experience. Likewise, one who believes that life is a battle may awaken suddenly, on guard, angry at his perceived provocation, or he may have dreams of loss or renegade running. Meanwhile, the body’s chemistry lab keeps up with the demands of belief to pump out those components that keep the illusion alive and functioning, even in sleep. Can you have any effect on your dream state by consciously choosing to alter your belief structure? Absolutely you can. And you can work in the dream state as well. Here we find a story well placed for illustration.

Lulled into a restful sleep, a child lay beside his mentally agitated mother. She marveled at the baby’s ability to relax and gently drop off to a sound and apparently peaceful sleep. Then she got up and headed back to her pile of work. Always working she was, to her dismay, yet too it was a method of displacement of attention away from enjoying more time with her growing boy. Later, as she too finally dropped off to sleep, pen in hand, propped up precariously on a pillow to do her work until she no longer could fight sleep, this is what happened in her body. Her breathing slowed but remained shallow. Her mind sent signals to her brain to do something to keep her awareness from slipping in to restful relaxation. She stirred at the slightest sound, and silently berated herself when she realized her eyes were open again. Could she do anything right? Did she deserve some rest? Was it permissible for her to be absent? Such was the matrix of belief that regulated her dysfunctional sleep habit.

Now, it happened that she was aware of these beliefs and had occasionally pondered ways of tricking herself out of them. This particular night, she prayed for help to come to her during her sleep. She wanted to believe that everything would work out, that her contribution to her world was acceptable as it was, and that her priorities were ordered to be of the greatest benefit to all in balance with her own well-being and soul purpose. With vestiges of these thoughts lingering in circular orbit ‘round her thinking awareness, she surrendered to the arms of sleep and settled in for a long, restful night. That is when the opening she created with her intent allowed the energetic impulses of conscious yet, in her world, formless entities to respond to her request for help. It was in response to her unspoken longing for peace they came, to enter into her awareness through the gate she provided as a means for greater awareness. It was in the silent language of dreams they spoke and got her attention to shift and settle. By showing her the true nature of her beliefs in actual reality against the backdrop of what she supposed to be her real beliefs, dreams could make a point that nothing else really could in her waking life. In your dreams, the only thing that is real is you. Everything in her dreams spoke to her inner desire to understand, and new insights formed in her waking awareness, impulsed by the conceptual experience of dreaming. Everything is set back to being in balance, when you act on the emergent reality of dreams.

Less energy is required to make changes to the reality in which your manifest being chooses to operate from the dreamstate than is required to effect change from the waking, active state of being. None of the laws of physical interaction with matter or substance apply, nor do you need to speak, act or do any other form of activity in order to end up with the kind of information you would normally, perhaps, have to labor for quite assiduously in the waking state. All you have to do is sleep, breathe, and allow certain complex neural interplay between awareness of your life situation, access to higher realms, and communication between you and your higher state of being all to proceed without lifting a finger. Everything emerges from that deceptively simple activity to guide you towards making the kinds of choices and taking the type of action that facilitate change — if you know how to understand what you have experienced as a dream.

Within the symbolic language of dreams is locked a powerhouse of reception to the intelligence of your soul. All you need to do is interpret and implement. Goodness knows, books abound on the subject of dreams and their meanings, and as a general guide some of them may offer some relative wisdom for this or that person. Certain archetypal figures speak in a code that is comprehensible to what you might call the collective unconscious, but by and large the language of dreams is such that specifics are quite subjective while generalities remain the choice of the soul to reveal. When you learn to discern the meaning relative to your waking reality, you begin to unravel part of the mystery behind the pencil writing on the wall, the message given to you the human manifest being from your soul. And therein lies a tale.

Once there was a wealthy businessman whose only goal in life was to amass as much wealth as he could before the world changed so drastically that his talents would no longer be relevant and he would be seen as unemployable by those who write the checks that translated into cash. Alas, the day at last dawned, and he carried for a moment the knowingness that all would be well, followed by a loud crash as his trajectory of self-defined success came to a screeching halt. There, on his desk, was his final payment for services rendered. After a lifetime of doing as he was told, he was suddenly thrust into a reality in which he could do as he pleased. Would he allow himself to relish the enthusiasm which played at the edges of thought, the boyish exuberance of freedom regained, summer holidays revisited, or would the conditioning of his later years step authoritatively between him and living the life of his dreams? Sadly, he could not in that moment remember his dreams, so, tired of authority despite his professed loyalty toward its earthly manifestation, he silently, secretly determined that if ever there was a time to dream a new dream, it was upon him now. It was an opportunity he had been waiting for, though it had never occurred to him that it would ever truly materialize. So he packed his things and left the life he had known to embark on a life he had never before imagined possible.

Now, it is not to say that he could have expected the kind of fence-sitting he had comfortably endured to change overnight into the kind of emergent success on par with the secure position he had always known. First he had to allow the structure of his former way of life to decompose, and from its ruins build something entirely new. It was not something he had ever planned on before, so he had no way to gauge his progress as the natural course of his life unfolded before him. Had he made the right move by abandoning the pattern to which he had for so long clung, or was he better served by taking steps toward some goal that only gained definition as he moved in the direction of his desire to experience fulfillment? Had he made the right choice in taking the steps that would move him towards his inner, secret knowingness of who he was always meant to be? Now that his path had effectively been cut off, was it alright for him to re-enter the world of his innocent power, the childhood play of being a superhero? He knew, with each attempt at maintaining the integrity of that former world, that he could not do what needed to be done without it sacrificing the soul he had for so long carried with him. But he did know that to continue to sit on the fence would lead to oblivion, as far as gaining any sense of true, meaningful accomplishment. This, his soul thirsted for, and he could no longer deny it, based on circumstance and light. As the sun set on his career, it dawned on his dreams, and as he awoke, and released the bonds of sleep, he aligned himself with the harmonic of love of himself and began to understand that he did indeed have a greater purpose in life than he had previously allowed himself to believe. In the moment in which he breathed in this realization, he entered into a new reality.

If you have a dream, life will conform to its realization to the degree that you acknowledge it. To understand this is to gain the leverage necessary to open up a world of possibility limited only by your belief otherwise. Dreams, in the sense of inspired creations of imagination born of love for one’s gifts and path, are seeds of reality. Dreams as visual apparitions during the sleep state are valuable clues from your soul as to how you could explore reality in the quest for making the other kind of dreams turn into satisfying experience. Together, awareness during entrainment with your soul’s desire and awareness during sleep are powerful enough to tip the balance of reality in favor of making your life into a richly rewarding, meaningful experience, rather than a merely one-dimensional journey through the flat landscape of the awareness of the sleeping reality of typical Earthly existence. To remain in the world of working as someone else’s slave, to see the quest for material gain as the way to satisfying life, to chase after the fleeting rewards of the external emblems of success is to engage only with the empty dreams of a sleep of unwaking hope. Such a one who does never truly awakens, but by choice motivated by a combination of fear and belief, remains asleep, and forfeits the chance of ever really finding out what message the dream of sleep aware holds.

Once the shell of dreamless sleep is pierced by the awareness of dreams, the dream state itself becomes little more than a playground for the soul. You can interact with the activity projected upon your mental screen in the dreams you witness, but you can also interact with the layout of the dreams you construct for yourself with the hope of living it. Your dreams as life plans or at least live possibilities are just as subject to your mental forays into the landscape of awareness. Do you think for a moment that your intention ceases to function? Do you imagine that even in sleep you are powerless against the forces of consciousness taking shape as dreams? You are just as powerful in your dream state as you are fully awake and functional in the world, and if ever your intent had the promise of immediate results in its application, it is in your dreams that you can experience that most fully, in the moment-to-moment unraveling of events conscious or otherwise. Truly, it is what you wish that dreams can most freely accommodate bringing into being, and with the power of intention you can change a dream of being eaten by a tiger into a dream of the being of a kitten licking your face. There is no trick, other than choosing to experience what might otherwise be. To do this, you only need to wake up. Let us illustrate with another story.

There was once a little boy who took a path to his grandmother’s house that went through a wild forest. There were lots of animals in the forest, most of them benign in their character, yet he had been told by his father and mother that besides the squirrels and bluebirds there were big cats and even bears with fearsome teeth and grumpy dispositions. As long as he traveled during the time of daylight, with the sun full overhead, his chances of meeting such unsavory critters were greatly reduced, but they warned never, ever get caught in the deep woods alone at night, for the stars shed little light to penetrate such darkness as that and even the round white moon would be of little use to guide him home. One day, aware of his parents’ warnings, he set out while the sun was still high in the sky. He was full of life and had busied himself at home, before he left for his trek, with playful games and some chores. The day had promised to be hot, and the coolness of the forest beckoned him with welcome shade. Along the way, stopping for a snack of berries, he lay under the branches of an ancient oak tree to rest and, lulled by the sounds of Nature, inadvertently fell asleep. When he awoke some hours later, the sky already had metamorphosed into a glowing array of color, the sun was setting, and he was smack in the middle of his journey. Neither home nor grandmother was close at hand, and the sounds of song and chatter had modulated into hoots and shapeless rustlings all around. Nothing looked as it had. He felt utterly lost.

The moon glinted through the heavy growth above his head, offering little light to lead him to a familiar destination. His eyesight adjusted to seeing in the darkness of the forest, and he did not falter as he made his way back toward home. In the darkness of night, he walked without fear, for he had dreamed of this happening many times before. Always he encountered some shapeless form approaching from deep within the shadows of the wood, always he had made it take form in his mind, not as he feared it would, but as something benign, helpful, even friendly. He made fearsome teeth into happy smiles and never had a second thought about even the darkest mass he imagined he saw as the carefully went back across his steps. In time, he saw the one thing he had allowed himself to look for in the familiar world of form, the light of home burning steady through the thinning trees. The electricity he felt lit him up from within at that moment, and all shadows fled. In no time at all, he was safe and sound, snuggling in bed to sleep and dream.

We bring you this illustration for many reasons, not least among them to remind you of where you have been, and perhaps alert you to where you might be. It is worth something to take note of your surroundings and entrap your attention for just a moment on the nature of your journey through life. Do you ever encounter shadows? Are you ever without an external source of light to bounce off of the projections that surround you? We suggest you look ahead just a bit in the direction which you sense as home, and allow that connection to light you from within, so that the consciousness which created the landscape of your waking dream may be lit from within your own being, eliminating the possibility of lampposts casting forms of shady illusion across your path. You only need the light that shines from within to illuminate your way, and that is, in one sense, the projection booth of the drama you live within. Everything is manufactured of light, and the details of your experience are made of the light you project. Where does that light come from? Therein lies another tale.

It was a dark and improbable night that young Jack found himself navigating in. His path was unclear to him, as chaos reigned and starlight played far above. Improbability heaped upon improbability until at last, thoroughly baffled by the energies he had all around him, he stopped his flow of thought with a jolt of awareness and allowed the maelstrom of temporal inoperability to play itself out. It would be easier, he realized, to allow than to direct. And so the forces of nature collided with the structure of what he knew to be and in no time at all he found himself experiencing a completely new reality altogether. Improbability thus navigated, he continued on his course with the tool of allowance added to his bag of tricks. His vista may have been one in which no sure goal could be determined further than survival and success, but the ordeal of experiencing the raw forces of nature had stripped him of resistance and jettisoned him along his way toward the manifestation of his dreams. Though he never really had any dream clearer than steady good food and a warm, loving home, he found himself to be satisfied on his journey, having acquiesced to an intelligence and power greater than his personal experience could fathom. It was to the lineage of his soul that he bent his knee, as his most direct route to escape from the bonds of mortality and the path to the highest and greatest wisdom he could yet understand.

Jack was a simple boy, and thus unimpeded by grandiose theories of complex mental patterning, he could understand the movement of consciousness from awareness, through the no-man’s-land between it and physical beingness, to the metahuman experience of understanding who he was beyond the everyday experience of being one called Jack. His simple model for understanding such a longwinded experience was based on what he saw. It was not so simple, though, that a child could understand it completely, but simple enough that a child could live it and thrive. Jack’s understanding of his reality was based on the observation that the more light that shone in balance with darkness, the greater understanding was possible. The greater the understanding, the better the choices, and thus the more enjoyable the living. So he set about demonstrating his idea to any who would listen. This is where the story gets a little preachy, but suffice it to say that the people were not ready to receive the teaching, so they created a sealed-off holding cell and saved the words as best they could. It is not the most common method for understanding to be gained, but it is effective as a means of creating doctrine. Thus, Jack’s unique perspective has gotten interpreted and misinterpreted, yet Jack’s understanding remains. While the doctrine assembles information in a specific order, the understanding continues undisturbed by the intellect. In connecting with the understanding behind the doctrine, the light that originally assembled to create the energetic patterns that Jack discerned and formed into his particular understanding is able to be more readily recognized. Jack, in all the simplicity of his vision, had discovered the light of illumination that usually is mistaken for ignorance of the ways of the world.

If such light exists, how is it to be discerned? Normal methods of observation won’t help much, as it exists in the deepest, darkest aspects of creation and cannot be seen by inert sensibilities. It cannot be found by evading the dark, but by embracing it. It is within the not, the mind, the open void of existence that such light exists. As you operate in your daily lives, you usually remain unaware of its presence. It basks while the sun shines, full bright on it. It only shines when attention shifts away from the external source of light, towards the dark cavern of the heart. Thus it is during sleep and other states of awareness that focus inward that this source of light begins to take form, as dreams, visions, and fantasy. The role of the human in feeling his power as a creator and manufacturer of realities is to draw form from that light and focus it through the lens of consciousness that he embodies to take form in the interactive holographic matrix of 3-D reality. All that’s needed is the proper understanding and alignment of the inner crystalline potential with the vision of your dreams, with a new understanding of self as creator. Rather than making the same thing without deviation, you can, by evoking the core frequency of I AM in your heart, create something completely new. The rest, if the essence of light is thus captured, will unfold quickly and naturally.

None of the methods of creation you have available to you is as powerful or efficient as pulling your awareness through your mind and body. Mastery of this is fundamental to every other higher method of creation, be it manual or high-tech. Pay attention to your dreams, and the light behind them. It is your ticket to paradise, if you can dig it.

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In the annals of what has been called alien visitation in various and sundry ways are passages and pictures that your people’s most rational minds have been unable to rationalize according to cultural, sociological or ontological methodologies of thought. The perception that your planet is not the only one harboring intelligent life was once hardy and thriving among common folk everywhere, and such visitations as were recorded were, as such, considered to be authentic contact with beings from other planets. With the advent of rationality imposing itself to the exclusion of intuitive knowing, other worlds became heaven or hell, extraterrestrial became angelic or demonic, and all reason was thrown out the window on the subject. You have, for the most part, grown out of such delusional schools of thought and so we are able to convey this information with less need to couch it in the language preferred by those who have considered themselves to be the protectors of truth. Now we may speak more plainly without the risk of misinterpretation or other corruption to our message, for as easily as you read these words you can communicate with those with whom you have some affinity, cosmically or genetically.

For eons of time, humans born on Earth have been visited by other humans born on other worlds. Contact is nothing new. However, it has been a long, long time since contact has been acknowledged by any leaders of your world, so it has been forgotten, maligned, shoved off to the fringes of respectable subjects for study. So it is little wonder that you approach such a topic with a bit of land-loving skepticism, but we assure you such contact is real and, if you look diligently, documented throughout the history of life on Earth. We have always had a presence on this planet, for longer than Earth humans have walked on it. The Pleiadian presence, along with Orionian, Andromedan, Draconian and infinitely more interesting races you have yet to conceive of, has been instrumental in the development of human life here. Mainly, we try not to get involved in your world’s affairs, apart from sending the occasional emissary or taking clandestine action to keep you from destroying the planet. However, in amiable style we come to you now to let you know without a doubt, you are not easy to help. This is according as much to the rules of the game as to the precondition of amnesia you agreed to prior to jumping in, and is in no way meant to be a complaint. The way things are going, help comes more and more easily, every day.

This long association with extraterrestrials has merited you a bit of stature in the cynical community of bureaucratic crackpot men of secrets who have long held the staff of power on your world. They have only just learned the real secret, the knowledge that was only knowable to those whose eyes could see light in the hardest-to-light corners of the human experience, like the parts of your soul you never wanted to acknowledge, or the heart of a rapist. The darkest secrets of those who have been making the darkness itself into light is unraveling and their web of intrigue comes apart at the slightest glint of light from a distant sun. Beings of all kinds have come and gone on this planet, but for the age of power, conquest and domination your leaders have played host to those whose intention you might call malign, and beings of a higher-vibrating understanding have had to live and die by their rules or disappear. Some you know as saints or as gurus, healers and teachers, spirits and manifestations of the divine. As the fog lifts and your world becomes again host of great light, you will see the difference. And as light-bodied humans begin to appear in your reality, do not forget that such beings have walked the Earth’s paths before, and do not fear. The change that is upon you now leads relentlessly to great harmony on all levels and in all ways.

Never before has such a change happened to the organism that is your planet. There have been upheavals and catastrophes, rebellions and revolutions, but never before has the world seen so much light, and never before have the souls embodied here experienced such a monumental achievement as reaching internal peace, individually or collectively. Now you are as one awakened, casting off the blanket of ignorance that has long been tied to you. Now the heart of this body of sun, planets and moons begins to beat in regular rhythm in time with a higher frequency of being than has ever before been witnessed by human eyes. Many now watch to see the light growing in the collective heart of embodied humans, Earthbound only in name, their minds awake, their bodies glowing. What comes next is unscripted. Your world awakens to a new day, and what shape that takes is largely in your hands. We’ll nevertheless share with you some of the lessons we’ve learned so that if you care to skip some needless rounds of let’s-pretend, you can still avail yourselves of strong medicine for the soul in doubt of itself.

Long ago, Pleiadians from the planets of the star Alcyone were on a reconnaissance mission to the area of your sun, in hopes of making the lost members of an earlier sortie found. They searched the lands last occupied and found desolation, utter ruin, but no survivors. Exploration yielded little hope, but they continued on their mission. What they eventually discovered in a distant land was the remnant of that lost brigade living in amnesia, yet obviously Pleiadian as evidenced by identification with those whom the Alcyonian contingent sought. Now they faced a dilemma. Would their amnesic state further the mission of OM, which was to learn of love and report back, or would the mission be better served by waking them up to who they were and returning safely home with them? Much consultation went on with their leaders of the mission, with their spiritual teachers the Arcturians, and lo and behold, the decision was made to allow circumstances to play out. The lost brigade was found, but it was also left, unrescued and forgetful. Why? It had been determined that they would be much more effective as Pleiadians on Earth in its next grand shift, more so than merely showing up at the last moment. They would blend into Earth’s race of humans enough to survive successive incarnations yet maintain their identity well enough to be effective bringers of a higher understanding of love and love’s mysteries in the dark times to come. Lest you say, with what authority did they make such an awful decision for others, know this: The members of the lost brigade were lost because they had themselves consciously entered into the incarnational matrix of your world, and thus had accepted the foregoing as a possibility for themselves. The reason for such a decision was simply to support the evolutionary project of life on Earth.

For eons, life has taken its course with or without direct interaction by the humans in the matrix. Nothing has been certain in the becoming of what is except that choice has been given to each to use as he or she wills. The rules for your planet are simple. We cannot intervene in your world’s development other than to answer your call for help and guidance or to prevent the catastrophic destruction of the planet as a whole. Further, we are permitted to be present as guides, teachers, guardians and in special cases, avatars and saints of various kinds. Some of those long thought to be messengers from God, sons and daughters of God, or gods themselves really were incarnations of non-terrestrial humans and other beings from planets of other stars. This fact does not dilute the messages they brought with them to share, nor does it lessen their divinity. Most of them came to remind you of your own forgotten and suppressed divine nature. We come again, in the form of these words and in the form of light to remind you that you are extraordinary beings in your own right. Your attention for far too long has been diverted towards inculcating the belief that you are less than divine, powerless, and in a word, beasts. In a weakened and enshadowed condition, as a people generally you had almost completely acquiesced to such a train of belief from time to time and in various parts of your overall society. That is when our presence has typically been made known to you in one form or another. Where are you now? As it happens, you are, as a collective, awakening to the fact that you are divine, that you are connected to each other and beyond. Our appearance now, at this critical juncture in time, is a life-and-death mission. You are precariously perched on the edge of several possible realities, one of which involves our interaction with events designed to lead to your annihilation, and one of which that leads to a mass awakening to the reality of your own divinity. Between these two extremes lay various degrees of life and death, and our mission is to ensure that your highest aspirations as humans come to pass without interference by any other agent of which you have little learning.

Let us continue our narrative of the way certain of our people came to be enmeshed directly into the matrix of Earth’s history. Not all of our appearances are so dramatic as we have just described. Through the ages of your lines of human activity, there have also come into the cycle of birth and death certain others of whom we now speak. Many of you already know that it was not just from the star Alcyone that some of the core genetic lines of your people source. Under the surface of your skin is a mixture of bloodlines from all over the galactic womb and from galaxies of the surrounding neighborhood. Not all of them are what you would consider “nice guys” from the point of view of peaceful coexistence and fun-loving families. But that is how the game of duality began, in terms of human development. Beings from places you have heard about, like the stars of Pleiades, Sirius, Orion and Tau Ceti, became part of the matrix, as did beings from stars for the most part obscured to your knowledge. With various intent they came to be part of the race of humans on Earth, and with various levels of interaction did they enter the game of duality as it is played out here. This is all in accord with the design set forth from the mind of OM, stepped through dimension and density to 3-D reality as you know it. A call was sent forth, many answered, and thus the game was begun. Endless possibilities unfold as you continue to dance through the weave of time. And now, as you stretch yourselves in the dawn of a new day, the possibilities have winnowed down into just a few that ever were imagined from the beginning. As you pick through the strands, know that each opens up into yet other limitless possibility, and choose with joy what future you behold.

No one owns Earth. Many lay claim to her treasures and real estate, yet planting a flag, or a few genetic seeds, no matter how carefully selected they may be, gives no one the right of exclusivity. Earth, Terra, Gaia, as you call the orb of life of which you are an integral part, is not ownable, but it is home to those who choose to live within her sphere. Some have been in Earth’s matrix for a very, very long time, as time is reckoned, and have become quite comfortable with the idea of calling it home, sweet home. Some have been here for longer than they’d like, and some know they’re just passing through. There is no reason to feel bound to one planet to the exclusion of all the possible worlds you could see and experience. Yet there is always that feeling that you originate somewhere else, that you have come here from heaven for a purpose, isn’t there? Heaven is home for your soul. Earth is home for the person your soul creates in response to the call of OM to know perfect love through your experience of life. Yet your soul has entered into many such experiences separate from the one you know as you read these words, in this life, and those places where the other fragments of your soul live have some resonance with home, as well. While one part of your soul enjoys life on Earth, another may be enjoying life on a completely other planet, and so on. You have access to those other aspects of soul through modulation of your core frequency and through your soul you also have direct access to the divine beyond your world’s limits. In fact, there is a whole eternity of time and space for your soul to enjoy. Your experience on Earth is but one, but at this particular intersection of time and space, it is a vitally important one in the realm of life of which your soul has participated in for the purpose of discovering some of the deeper secrets of love in duality with itself.

Somewhere in the past, you left home. Do you remember the look you cast over your shoulder as you did? You carry the burden of sorrow with you still, but do you not also remember the exhilaration you felt as well, the enthusiasm with which you severed yourself from the source of all you yet knew? It was with joy you accepted the invitation from your soul to become separate from your family, your mother, and venture forth in the unknown to make your way alone. Do you remember the happiness with which your family watched you depart, knowing that one day you would return to them, more complete an expression of the love which they too were expressions of? Do not focus solely on the sadness of separation, dear one, though you must acknowledge it as part of your experience, as much as any other. For too long, you have dwelt as outcasts from the garden of love, wandering as one lost and without direction or memory. Come now to the place of remembrance of your origin. Home is here, yes, for now. Our home has been divided and scattered, yet we carry the memory of Lyra always within our hearts, without bitterness, without regret. In the reckoning of time, that home is no more, but in the reality of timelessness, it exists yet in the perfection of the golden radiance we know as Home. Within our hearts, we are ever connected to it. So it is with the race of humans which carries the genetic heritage of the stars of Pleiades, Sirius and a thousand worlds apart from yours. In the reckoning of multidimensional time, you are aware of only one thread connecting you with your greater self, yet you are becoming more aware of the fabric through which you are connected with your greater body of multifaceted soul expressions, your galactic family and your home in the heart of what you call the Milky Way. Joy is only beginning to stir in your hearts as a people in recognition and remembrance. Can you imagine a joy beyond all measure?

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Long ago on the collective timeline you are on as a planetary organism, a choice was presented to you as a soul. Earth was insouled by Gaia. Your own soul is connected to Gaia. As one who asked your soul what it might be like to be splintered off and plunged into the planet’s evolutionary process on a time-based system, you each relished the possibility that you would one day remember your purpose and co-create, as a single human organism, any reality you might imagine. Many souls saw the sole choice to be made in doing just that, while others saw it as only one of many that could be cozied up to eventually — as the last resort. Soon, the souls had the go-ahead to begin taking human birth on Earth, and most jumped at the chance. Unlimited in creative potential, each person just makes reality happen as their soul directs. Every soul has the source of All That Is as its source, divine powerful god-being. Every element of soul, every individual incarnation of it, every manifest reality likewise has the divine source as its own source. So anything is possible, and anything possible is anything goes. This is the world your souls sent an emanation of themselves into, both as individuals and as a collectively ordered consciousness calling itself Gaia.

Long ago, too, was a choice made by you to forget what you knew and what you were. It was necessary for the development of your understanding, and your body was a necessary element in the game of hide-and-seek with love. In finding love where it hides itself are you able to recall what it is like to remember. Remembrance is a potent denial-buster, and what can be remembered can be understood as a choice. Sometimes your first impulse on remembering certain experiences is to forget and pretend to remain in ignorance, but this requires much effort and sacrifice, so we don’t recommend it, as you have had a lot of that in your experience already, if you have paid attention to your soul. Rather, we advocate the peaceful path of self-awareness. Remembrance triggers a cascade of responses physiological and mental and emotional. As events re-play themselves before your mind’s eye, you are able to discern different possibilities than you may have seen at the time. So you can see other choices that were, then, hidden or misinterpreted as possible mistakes. In the safety and comfort of your favorite chair, you can virtually travel through time and counsel yourself, where you got stuck, where you didn’t feel like much of anything yet were unable to move in any direction towards love, where you feel a tug where love is and try to move toward it. Wherever you are snagged, you can get a different angle of understanding and un-snag yourself. What follows is usually integration, wholeness, harmony.

Here is a good spot for a story. Once long ago was a child who lived in appalling conditions with people who didn’t know how to love her. She tried to understand love but was usually interrupted in her studies by a slap, thump or whack on her head. No daydreaming was tolerated. She grew up and made a nice life for herself, and was always on the alert for errant thoughts which could win her some sharp words. Nevertheless, her thoughts did prove to be a distraction, more and more. She tried as hard as she could to block them but still they came, unbidden… or so she believed. To fully understand what her experience was like, let’s eavesdrop on one of her bouts of mental wrestling:

Extraneous Thoughts (ET): Child, we are here.

Child’s General Impression (CGI): Just when it was nice and balanced…

ET: Come play.

CGI: I better not pay attention.

ET: We love you.

CGI: I don’t want to get hurt.

ET: We walk with you always.

CGI: I can’t escape!

ET: All is well. We will be here whenever you call on us.

CGI: Help! I feel confused!

ET: We will help you understand.

CGI: Let me be free. I wish to release my feelings of fear.

ET: We will help you heal.

CGI: I feel better already.

ET: May you be free.

CGI: I feel at peace.

Wounded Child in Adult Body: Get to work, you lazy child!

ET: We are still with you. Let us help you.

CGI: I am working, yet I can still hear the words from my distractions.

ET: Score just evened between those who struggle for power and those who struggle for freedom.

In every person’s inner dialogue are exchanges like this one taking place sometime. It is what the mind describes as somatic recapitulation of beliefs, and what your heart calls diving into trust. Some simplified versions might pop up when you least suspect that what you have been doing is sidestepping the issue of what you believe about the square-peg-in-a-round-hole problem as it applies to your life at certain periods. In most cases, such periods are followed by drastic change. Let’s peek in on our story fast-forwarded several years.

Alone in her room, the girl who had been so poorly treated as a child was busy with nothing at all resembling work. In fact, she looked quite happy. She had been writing some poetic inspirations that had come to her in a daydream, arranging some flowers in a vase and generally making her world a little bit nicer to live in. Beauty surrounded her and every detail of her home was clean and in order. No trace of ugliness remained in the home, for those who had abused her had gone to seek greater rewards, and she refused to join them. In fact, she helped them pack and wished them happy travels. Thus free, she looked after herself and followed the promptings of her heart as guidance in finally letting go of the reliance on another’s judgments. This she did by entering art contests and reading her poetry at coffeehouses and other venues. In this way, she could release her belief in not being good enough and her fear of unwarranted punishment or ridicule by overlaying success and good fortune on memories of painful confusion and failure to create peace without losing herself in fear. Her friends knew everything about her past and all agreed that they were fortunate to have such a wise and boldly imaginative person in their lives.

What allowed her to make such a radical transformation? Nothing other than her own belief that she was not who she was perceived by others to be, that she was more than she was told she was. It was a belief she nurtured secretly, holding it so close to her heart, so silently in her mind that no one could touch it or take it from her. It was all she had that she could call her own. Even when her dignity was robbed by unrelenting noise and dirt, by people’s uncaring demands on her attention and energy, she still retained the dream of herself as a lady of great worth and wisdom. She had grown into a woman none from her past could recognize, for she had so changed her circumstances that they were unable to comprehend the reality she had by her will brought into existence. Free to live as she pleased, slave to none, she was at last content. In a sense, she had turned the condition of slavery without pride of ownership of material possessions into a condition of being master of her own life and mistress of a grand estate, a woman who created her condition in her mind by using what she had experienced as a catalyst for transformation. She remembered her ETs, her extraneous thoughts, had told her they would help her, and she tested their veracity to the utmost. Always, she was able to discern their guidance and she noted the consistent theme of love and empowerment through the years. She grew to trust these thoughts, and as she did, she noticed how her life began to change for the better. Eventually, the voices which had seemed to source from somewhere outside of her became her own voice, or rather, the ET voice reverberated in harmony with hers as she learned to speak her truth and free her creative expression. It was a complete and utter change from the circumstances she was born into, yet it was closer to how she really chose to be, closer to the true expression of her soul.

What does any of that have to do with choice, you might ask? Just that she could have chosen any number of ways to respond to the situation she found herself in, and experienced any number of outcomes, thus altering her experience. Every experience you have is one resulting from choice at some point in time. If you think you are the product of complete randomness in a state of chaos, you should reconsider certain choices you have made which led you to the state of chaos. If you feel that your life is ordered in such a way that you cannot say your truth without fear of retribution, that, too, is the result of certain choices best reconsidered. If you feel powerless to change the circumstances of your life, again you feel the effects of certain choices. It may be so simple an act as choosing not to recognize potential opportunities to change. Why, you may ask, is it necessary to make choices which could lead to unpleasant experiences, or even to have such choices as possibilities? You know that some of the most unpleasant experiences you have personally endured have been the impetus for changing the direction of your path. You make the choices every day which determine your future experiences. If your reasoning is faulty, based on less-than-loving beliefs about your worth, abilities, or integrity, your choices will teach you about those beliefs. It is a big step from having horrible experiences as a victim of another’s nefarious will to having an experience which brings to your attention hidden belief structures that reinforce the thought of your own powerlessness. In one instant, by recognizing that the part of your ego-self which is invested in self-limiting beliefs — for any reason — is guiding your mental patternings of choice, you can reclaim your power and begin to choose more creatively.

A small thing in your dreams may be a clue to a big thing in your waking life. Keeping track of your dreams is one way you can make choices that you might have a clue about the outcome of beforehand. To decide anything with no preparation is like driving without a map. If you drive in the direction of disaster, then you might as easily drive in the direction of peace and joy by making the choice to. If you arrive at the same destination either way, why not choose the path that is less disastrous along the way? It’s for your enjoyment that you have options, right? In one sense, yes, but if that’s as far as you get with the life-on-Earth condition, you might in fact be cheating yourself of some rather creative ways in which to experience peace and joy. If all you seek is pleasure to the exclusion of all else, what you have at the end of the day is merely some good memories of some fun experiences. However, if you instead seek pleasure in all things without attachment to the relative pleasantness or unpleasantness of anything, and if instead of seeking pleasure you focus on bliss, then perhaps you will look back on your best of times as the moment you felt pain without experiencing it. Let us explain with another story.

A grumpy old man went to town one day to get a little bit of stuff for his house. On the way, he saw a young man hitchhiking, so he decided to stop and pick him up for a short ride. In an instant, he was glad he did, for the young man’s demeanor was quite pleasant and the old man felt less grumpy. However, the young man had such a strong influence on him that he forgot where he was going and soon found that he was lost. Little good were maps and less good was help in the form of a gas station. He didn’t know where he wanted to go. So he wandered around indecisively and got more lost, until finally he gave up. The young man was long gone, and now he was starting to get grumpy again. Soon it would be dark, and he didn’t know how to get home. You could say he was in a predicament. Yet he had also remembered something the young man had said about memory while they had been cruising down the road. Memory, said the young man, is really of little use outside of remembering where you laid the car keys. Beyond that level of awareness, it tends to collect a lot of less-than-desirable consideration. When memory has been cleared, he went on to say, one could live simultaneously aware of the now experience as well as other points in one’s timeline and other timelines altogether.

As these words rang in his mind, the old man became more and more aware of his surroundings and saw various signposts that appeared to be somewhat familiar, and roads that felt naturally appropriate to turn onto. Progressing thus, following his intuition as much as any sign he saw, he found himself pulling his car into his driveway and unloading all those things he had set out to get in the first place. Consequently, he never did need a map, as his sense of direction was so profoundly affected by the experience that he decided it was the only way to travel.

Led thus by intuition, you too can come to rely on your now-sense and be rid of any need for external guidance laid out for you by any cartographer. Generally speaking, it is your natural navigational system which guides you as directed by your soul. Any other source of control or shepherding of your soul’s path is what you would call interference and should be avoided at all costs. Some people are happy to acquiesce to the demands of agents of their own choosing so that their souls may experience through them what some might think is a constant challenge but what in the long run is a mode of perfection through purification. Many people consider conditions to be afflictions beyond bearing, yet it is true that every human on Earth has some conditions which could be considered thus, at some point. It is a choice to see it as such or to recognize the valuable lesson imparted by the soul which is at the core of any challenge, be it disease, poverty, or death. To see everything in your life as a gift frees the mind to dwell on more creative topics than “Why me?” The answer “Because you are loved” is seldom satisfying to one caught in the illusion of suffering.

The central aim of all existence is to be, with awareness applied. You can exist without being very aware at all, but that is not a central aim of life. When you add awareness to the mix, life becomes much more vibrant. It doesn’t matter if life is aware of you as an individual manifest embodiment of being, life keeps on living. But as one who experiences life, it is much more alive when engaged with awareness. The main thing to remember, in maintaining your awareness of life, is to breathe with consciousness. Plenty of people have been content to live and breathe and yet have never thought about breathing beyond being a mechanism for introducing oxygen to the blood and expelling carbon dioxide. Awareness coupled with inspiration and exhalation takes living and breathing to a whole other level. To be aware of the act of breathing is to present yourself with the choice of living or existing, of nourishing or starving, of nurturing or staying engrossed in the drama. No other choice is there but to breathe or die.

More delicate than a snowflake is the idea about self that a person can hold. More durable than the Earth are your beliefs about OM, if you understood or remembered them. Joy unbounded your experience is meant to be, yet rigid ideas about who you are and muddied beliefs about your divine source make it, oftentimes, more like joy enchained, a slave to the cult of death and stagnation. Breath can alter the pattern of your life and free you from yourself, if you know something about how it works. You have only to open your heart now and let air fill the space inside you. Let light fill the gaps in between and create a latticework alive, crystalline, glowing. Such a structure cannot melt under close inspection, as a snowflake melts in your hand. However, as it is crystalline and alive, it will inevitably transform its strange configuration to suit the flow of energy in the new dimension of experience that comes with initiation into expanded states of self-awareness. Your personal matrix undergoes structural alteration every time you graduate into a higher-vibrating level of being. To linger over-long on any level allows the rigidity of habit to settle and makes releasing and renewing a little more difficult. Vibration itself, introduced into the matrix of being at just the moment of transformation, can shatter old patterns and mold a framework into being along energetic lines of greatest cooperation between the moving point of awareness along waveforms of sound. To the extent that any form of consciousness exhibits an affinity for particular outcomes of the energetic patterns set into motion by the generative impulses of thought shaped by belief, attachment, and desire, conscious awareness brings into being particular situations, relationships and other details of reality to affirm to the core awareness the matter of intent. Thus does a being become aware, through mastery of creation of its own reality, its own life, its own awareness of self as divine emanation, as divine source itself experiencing life.

With the advent of structured modes of social interaction came expectation and belief. Eventually the refinement of differentiation took a turn to the left and became an exercise in creative mayhem, as counteractive forces worked in opposition and at odd angles together. Thus did war become a sport, career become slavery, government become tyranny and life become almost unbearable. What has been done cannot be undone without some very creative ways of looking at your world anew. What may appear to be unstable forces holding up a house of cards can easily become crystalline-clear logic sustaining a living, conscious reality. Let us explain with a story.

Once there was a traveling magician with a bag of tricks up his sleeve. When he met someone along the route of his travels, he typically would attempt to entertain in the hope that some money would change hands, but usually he was rebuffed. Undaunted, he made his way toward a great city whose streets were purported to be paved with gold, its towering crystal spires piercing the sky and its inhabitants generous to travelers. Long months had he traveled, slogging mile after mile in pursuit of his goal. Finally, he could see a faint glimmer in the distance. Not wanting to wait any longer than he had to for a hot meal and comfortable bed, he redoubled his efforts and in no time at all found himself at the gates of the city.

“Your passport,” said the gatekeeper. The magician quickly produced his bag of tricks, fished around, and pulled out a tattered booklet. With a flourish, he presented it to the guard, who ushered him in and pointed him towards a tavern and inn. The magician thanked him and bowed. With that, the city vanished. The bewildered magician, alone in a field of dust, stood, shocked, silent, sad. Suddenly, his dream had vanished, and along with it all hope of a pleasant night’s rest. Now what could he do? Awaiting an answer, he sat, bag of tricks aside. In the interval of time it took for the sun to dissolve into the void of night, the stars to make their circuit, and the dark to dissolve into a new day, he sat, awaiting an answer. Three days and nights sat he thus, silent. He was just about to faint from hunger when he became aware of a presence beside him. He gave his attention to the presence and heard these words:

“Magician, your time of playing tricks is over. It has gotten you nowhere, and that is exactly where you needed to be. With gratitude, let go your bag of tricks and let them return to the dust from whence they came. The time has come for your transformation into a real adept, a master of the art of reality-making, a magician whose magic is too big for a little pouch with some trick cards and a wand. The answer you seek is before you now. Open your eyes. There is only possibility. Make of it what you will. Harm none, for everything is a reflection of what you are aware of within. Your magic, too, reflects back. Make good choices, live well, and help people remember their own magic. In this way, you would create a reality which would bring you peace and benefit the most people possible.”

The presence dissolved. The magician opened his eyes and allowed them to adjust to the light of day. His mental chatter resumed its hum, yet it seemed more like background for the artwork he was to create. A canvas of vibration. A weave of thought forming a matrix upon which he could call light into play with moving vibratory harmonics, elemental energies, and of course, counterpoint. All he wanted at the moment was a hot, good supper and a clean, cozy bed for the night, and better prospects for making that a constant harmony throughout the matrix of his reality. As he gained a sense of focus on this thought, there in the distance of dust he discerned the faint outline of a figure and some other shapes moving towards him. On his feet in an instant, tricks of his trade relinquished to the field of increasing returns, he set out to meet his destiny. It is reported that the figure he met was that of a fellow traveler seeking a partner with the exact profile of our friend here, and years later he was a teacher of magic of great respect and renown.

Thus ends our story. The rest is up to each individual to create. You need not leave your hometown to possess some form of a tattered old booklet chronicling your travels to extreme sites along the landscape of human-born existence. Those are some of the more interesting places to visit, anyway. Such a piece of memorabilia can have traveled more deeply into the human experience than the most well-traveled tourist of Earth’s elements. Just as easily, it can be empty of all meaningful value at all, save it’s yours. Generating the intent that your experience be of value to God, however, guarantees a very full and meaningful book of dates and places, even if it’s all saved for the last page. Your choices determine that, and along with belief, choice is the key to unlocking the door to imagination’s fancies becoming your real life. Do we mean you can be a rock star if you daydream about it enough? We mean, you can be a rock star if your feel it in your bones, see it in your mind, and make the choices that lead to that eventuality. There are a lot of choices, though, and to think you can see them before you travel down the road toward them is perhaps a little bit premature. If you want to be a rock star, know that you can. Making that into a reality is a matter of choosing to see yourself transform. Let us indulge in a quick story to illustrate.

There once lived a simple man who loved his family and loved his life. Despite having a job at a convenience store, he longed to be on stage playing music and having a nice career as a rock star. In his mind, he already was one, but in his waking thoughts, his desire to be a good father and partner canceled out his understanding of being a successful musician. Caught between two desires, he sat at his cash register and pondered the choices available to him. The only way he could reason a possibility coming into being that would allow him to devote himself to his art and be present and supportive for his family’s well-being on all levels was for a yet-unthought-of possibility to enter the store and tell unequivocally how to proceed in his thinking. He needed a hint, so he asked for one, let the thought go, and busied himself with tidying the inventory. Just then, he heard the jingle of the doorbell and looked up to see a man at the counter. That was quick, he thought. And the man spoke:

“Son, what you need is a break from all this stress. Do yourself a favor and have one. There is a way to the life of your dreams, but you will have to believe in what you cannot yet see. Do you think you can do that?” And the man paused to smile enigmatically. “I know that’s not your usual way of working, but dreams aren’t usually what you believe will come true, are they?” At this, the simple man shook his head.

“No, sir, I have hungry mouths to feed and a mortgage, too. Dreams are only dreams, I’m afraid.” As he said the words, he sensed that they might ring a little hollow. Perhaps dreams were more than he had thought them to be. Now he was interested. “What, exactly, are you selling?” he asked.

The visitor smiled and said nothing in response. Leaving a brochure on the counter, he tipped his hat, gave a cheery goodbye and let himself out of the store. Puzzled, the clerk looked at the brochure. It read thus:

“Have a dream? Make it come true. A minute a day can change your life.”

As he read, he laughed at the simplicity of the plan, yet he wondered if he was capable of mastering the technique. Over the weeks that followed, he honed his mind to a sharp focus. One by one, things began to change, leading him to the brink of his dream, yet without sacrificing his or his family’s well-being and happiness. Granted, some of the changes appeared to be working in opposition to his peace of mind, but he quickly realized that such changes were usually short-cuts toward his goal. That was outlined in paragraph three of the brochure, anyway. So on he went, seeing himself onstage, happy, hugging his children and wife every day, living in a comfortable, nice home. The picture of a rock star, redefined.

The truth is, he was already a rock star in his mind. He only had to let go of what that meant so he could make it an appropriate vessel to carry his dreams of playing music, having a fulfilling, successful career, and living a happy, balanced, cozy life with his family. When he realigned his understanding of “rock star” to encompass these basic premises, leaving room for bliss, contentment and exhilaration in abundance, he finally had a focal point in the approximate direction of forward motion toward a goal he could believe in, and therefore commit himself to, body, mind and spirit. Did he arrive? Most decidedly, yes, he arrived at the place in his soul’s journey in which he could see far into the future in any direction he chose. So looking around, he settled on the one that led to peace, fulfillment, success, love, joy, excitement, and longed-for encounters with higher levels of awareness. On this he set his heart and set his mind and feet to follow. Not long afterward, he was making harmony happen effortlessly, in all areas of his life.

Should you ever happen to face a choice in which a good-luck charm no longer serves any purpose or where open invitations to the universal mind are answered in unusual ways, you likely are in a position to bring about great shifts in your life experience. Note what happens when you put belief on the shelf for awhile, or you let go of some construct of mind upon which you had depended for the proper functioning of reality as you have known it to be. What happens when you do, coupled with a sincere desire for a greater truth to come into being, is nothing short of a miracle in the making. You are a miracle maker, and you are the chooser of your own destiny. All the possible realities are available to you as soon as you set your sights in the direction of them. The path of least resistance is usually the one that you discover after you let go of the structures of thought that have given you some sense of security. When it comes to making dreams into reality or bringing a miracle into being, such handy tools become cumbersome or downright in the way. Drop them, even if it’s for a moment. Drop them and drop your defenses. No harm will come to you if you do not call it in or send it out. You are free to choose your experience down to the most minute detail, over and over, to please and delight. What of choice? Whatever you want! All you have to do is make one.

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Beyond your wildest dreams is a place of unparalleled delight. Or a chamber of horrors, if that’s what you prefer. It is all up to you — after all, they’re your dreams, aren’t they? Be honest with yourself for a moment here. Are you ready to see your dreams in your waking life? Because the morning is fast approaching when you’ll wake up and see a new world in front of you. Now would be a good time to look at the collective dream of the people of Earth. Let’s start with Mr. Jones. He has had a dream for as long as he can remember to be powerful. It began as a dream when he was beaten up by bullies in school. Next, let us look at Ms. Smith. She has always wanted to be beautiful. It began as a dream when she saw her mother in love and happy when she was young, yet bitter and angry as her beauty faded. If we look at your dreams, what will we see, and where did your dreams find their form? A simple question, yet one well worth your consideration, for it is in your dreams that your future is launched and from where your reality takes its shape. It is your dream you are living in today, and tomorrow you will be living in the dream of today. A nice ride can be had from one to the other, if you know a little about the terrain and you have some kind of navigational system. Then you can relax and enjoy the ride. Let’s look.

A manner of driving from here to there, or from 3-D reality to the higher dimensions, is rightly called moving along the path of least resistance. It is in coming to the sometimes quite tricky parts of any trip that the roads are really learned, and getting lost on a journey can often lead to some pretty intense learning. That is what you might call resistance. It might also be called a distraction. However you want to term it, it is very much a source of information-gathering about where you don’t necessarily want to be, or a glimpse at how things could be. Though it’s not on your itinerary, you nonetheless learn a great deal — whether you know it or not. Maybe it’s not such a mistake to get lost, after all. It is ubiquitous to the human experience at some time or other. Old habits can be broken due to a distraction, new ideas can find fertile ground in a ramble, and serendipitous occurrences can happen, all from deviation from a plan. Of course, all the plans you could dream up can’t compare with what the intelligence of the universe cooks up for you, so don’t worry about any detours. It’s all part of a greater design that’s unfolding all the time. It’s best if you don’t worry about whether you’re on the right road or if you are really sane at all. By worrying, you create. By allowing life to flow through you unimpeded by thought, you create. Anything you consider colors your creation of reality in one way or another. Why not intend for it all to work out well, and see what you discover as we journey from creating a reality of fear to a reality of love, in which all energies are harmonized to the original vibration of OM? Without the distortion of polarity and pollution, you can experience direct access to the vibratory base, the only aim of which is to take its message throughout dimensional space and time. We’ll take that road, and see where it leads. If you are so inclined, that is.

When the byways are passed by and you stick with the superhighway, you miss a lot of local color, and end up with a memory that is the color of pavement and the rest a blur. If you slow down and stop here and there to enjoy the scenery, have a meal, maybe take in some sights, you may just find yourself transformed. Some side trips always make a journey more memorable and some even prove to be wonderful surprises. It’s what makes traveling so much fun, the stuff of home movies. New experiences prove to be as stimulating as new creation. The sense of the unknown in the familiar, the expectancy, the doubt that turns into giddy excitement — all these exist as part and parcel of taking a detour, to some level. It doesn’t matter if you think you know where you’re going because you have a map. You will see and experience the things you see and experience, and no map, however good, can give that to you. Only you have the specific neural pathways set up through your life experiences, so what you perceive is unique to you. Moreover, your habits and beliefs have special significance for you alone, and will color your view accordingly. Do you have any reservations about going into the past and taking stock of what lay in the jumble of memory? Dark alleyways of times past can be peopled with phantoms and threatening messages: “I’m gonna get you!,” “Dare you enter?” and “Lost and forgotten, we wait.” Here is an opportunity to come closer to discovering a delightful detour, as the roaming time for crowds of ogres, wicked witches, and beasts comes to an abrupt end. Light scatters their particles and bright day dissolves their substance. What you believe will happen, if you really want it to. All the bad things can disappear if you let the light in to fall on them. You need not look, if it upsets you, but oh, what you can learn with open eyes if you take your time.

Precisely what you feel resistance to is what is calling you to be present. You see, resistance as you feel it is merely you being stubborn about not wanting to move. It is only when you have a core issue with something that you experience resistance. The only reason you have a core issue with that thing is because when you started your journey, you likely encountered chaos for which you had no way of reasoning or communicating. The core issue is something you could call an entanglement of neural pathways, around which like experiences gradually accumulate. The tangle of memory acts as a magnet, drawing to it seemingly unrelated phenomena in a desperate attempt to create some kind of logic out of what could not be understood by the child mind. To travel some of the paths leading to the central core of the tangle is an exercise in following your own tracks, the clues you have left yourself over the course of the bumpiest roads you took. Many paths are bumpy on Earth. Just as many on our world are smooth, the difference being density tangles.

Sometimes, what seems like a paradox is really just a riddle wrapped in a sensory experience. Or something like that. For most people, the sensory apparatus is not functioning optimally. Heavy and not-so-heavy metals, fluoride, tap water of questionable potability, chemical disruptors, electrical chaos in the matrix — all these together make it hard to tell what is real and what is a phantom. Some phantoms do have a basis in reality, but most of them are loosely constructed assemblages of half-thought-out dreams of a rather low vibrational character. In your reality, some phantoms get so much attention they gain density and begin to amplify the harmonic structure that forms the basis of their original thoughtseed. Starved of attention and emotional charge, they vanish, just as they do in the morning sun. Most phantoms disappear as soon as they are born, done simply by recognizing and looking at them with the thought that they not affect you. Create a response you can depend on remembering to say when you realize you have just spawned a thoughtseed of questionable nature. Realize thankfully that all of the meanings in your story depend on some kind of loading or nudging towards a specific range of frequencies. You imbue meaning by focusing your own attention on a particular vibratory response to the movement of energy within the conscious awareness of any number of animated ways — toward hopeful joy or toward dark brooding or any other manifestation of thought. You have the power to choose not only how you respond to the situations that arise in your life, but you also have the power to choose why you choose one particular range of frequency modulations over any other. The awareness of both of these choices being available to you is the source of your power as a human being operating in a holographic reality with little recourse to a fair advantage in the game as it is currently played. Freedom of choice extends far deeper than you may have even thought. Thus, so deep are the roots of your power.

More of the drama of reality comes from a misunderstanding of how the operator’s guide works than from a misuse of energy. It is more a matter of ignorance than malice that causes much of the misery on your planet. You, as one being in possession of a most amazing brain, are capable of generating thought at a speed and strength that could alter reality. More than one being boosts the power potential exponentially. The more you focus your awareness of peace in your own body, the more the awareness of peace permeates the whole of reality. Begin with generating peace with your own breath. To do this, you must have a direct knowledge of the power of the breath. Do you know that your breath carries a marked ability to alter charge? If you breathe deeply and progressively into the awareness of fear, fear will flip its switch and dissipate its energetic manifestation in your emotional body, which unlocks the fetters of thought so you may dispel it from your mental body. In this way, a phenomenon of emotional charge is spent and the kernel thought recedes from the edge of becoming real. If you breathe deeply and progressively into a pain with the awareness of your body physical communicating and sparking your attention, you can, within the central vortex of your experience, be conscious of what your body’s experience is. You can know what serves to catalyze you in such a largely physical way. If you follow your breath into the core experience, you can experience peace at the center. The breath carries your awareness past the swirling mass of pain of whatever kind, past the great gathering of open wounds, raw nerves, and any solitary blobs of thought, into a perfect stillness. Once your conscious awareness and your breath meet at that singularity of peace within the chaotic field of pain, you can watch the whole of the vortex crumble and dissolve, as you in effect pull the plug of the drain and all the illusory thought-forms lose their matrix of charge and go down the pipes. Then you know the power of the breath.

Another misunderstood section of your user’s manual is that part dealing with sexuality. Like the breath, the energy of your body’s apparatus of sacral pleasure, finely tuned and pure of purpose, can carry your conscious awareness far past the confines of reality as you know it. Most of the time, however, fond interchange of such energy is, for many people on your world, clouded with thought, belief, memory, and other vestiges of the ego’s crafty survival tactics. The truth about sexuality is that precisely tuned frequency intercourse is a matter of personal perfection. Whether your energies are shared with other physical embodiments or you keep to yourself, sexual energy can lead to bliss beyond the physical expression, beyond emotional charge, beyond belief to extend past all limitations, to encompass spiritual awakening yet shatter all understanding of what the spiritual encompasses. In short, sexual energy consciously amounts to the energy of life connecting to the source of life. You can have an experience of God when the energy is managed and the body is pure. How do you achieve such control and yet enjoy yourself? You practice, and you act with intention. It is not necessary to put yourself through particular rituals of cleansing and purification, but if you never have before you may be surprised at what just a little bit of physical purification can do for your sex life. In all things, purity of purpose and purity of mind help you find the essential stipulation of divinity that is at the basic level of understanding what you are. Divinity meets divinity in the lover’s gaze. In the lovers’ two-fold entrainment towards bliss as a state of being is divinity brought to the level of transformative joy.

How you manage the energy of sexual union is a drive along the route of delayed satisfaction and manifest source energy within the experience of the people involved. Long, long ago, the normal experience of normal people was much like the deep peace one feels in the presence of the power of the peace of love. High-vibrational frequencies coalesce with the breath directed in awareness of the divine connection present in every cell of the human body. It is your particular experience in 3-D reality that you attain mastery of managing the divine energy of sexual union. We have observed, as have many other races, that your people as a whole tend to allow themselves to drift into the awareness of past, of future, of phantoms and fantasies, to avoid painful memories of bad-feeling experiences. Imaginative escapes from the now frequently appear as Romeo-and-Juliet dramas, as burlesque play-acting, as what could be termed cruel and unusual punishment. All that aside, what is really happening besides fantasizing is avoidance of a core issue. Again, as with the breath, the breath of sexuality is an energetic waveform that, when encountered with conscious awareness, can serve to dissipate forms of thoughts or beliefs that tend to inhibit the free flow of love. Once such a breakthrough has occurred, the mind can be maneuvered into more noiseless movements in the approach to source. There’s no need for heavy breathing to reach the heights of sexual bliss, or beyond. ‘Tis simply a matter of moving energy.

On the subject of sexuality, we have no more to say at the moment besides this: You can do more to further your spiritual understanding by moving sexual energy up to the top of your awareness than by keeping it undercover of your personal beliefs as shaped by your experiences with family, school, and religion. You have long been taught that sex is bad, and your experiences have both confirmed and denied what you have learned. If you remove the qualifiers and simply work with the idea that sex is energy, you can overcome some of the limiting practices that have been given to you. Overcoming the mental complications instigated by perhaps well-meaning but deluded individuals and institutions may lead to having the experience with sexual energies that totally makes you feel as if the earth moved under your feet and the stars have a new sparkle to them. In fact, the gentlest of breezes can feel like the most tender caress when you have the reborn understanding that love is everything in disguise playing with itself in the form of your embodiment, and that sexuality is a natural expression of play, and that the proper use of sexual energy is making love into a complete union of opposites within the context of play. Neither pain nor fear is necessary in the game of love, but mutual consent is. Otherwise it ceases to be play and becomes something else altogether.

How do you like the tour so far? We’re on our way to a place not many people see, mostly because it’s a little bit hard to see in the dark. Being the intrepid travelers that we are, we brought some illumination with us, to chase away the shadows and make the trip more interesting and enriching. Constant going over the well-worn path can make ruts that are tricky to get out of. A little exploration on some side roads can do wonders for the travel-weary. Sensing that more than a few of you suffer from weariness from time to time, we say, “Let’s explore!” Just ahead is a detour of sorts we can make, if you like. Let’s try the road less traveled and see what form love takes there.

Quiet side streets sometimes have the most exciting homes on them. You live your life and so do your neighbors, and so do we, with the minimal amount of operative interruption of each others’ activities at home, for the most part. In some cases, interruption could be of benefit to some in our communities, but when does a well-meaning reality check constitute unintended interference in the soul’s journey in 3-D reality? When is neighborly loving-kindness a nosy, idiotic act of butting in? You see such stories everywhere these days. Personal freedom is a means of manipulation and control, when looked at from the viewpoint of the one interrupted. Interrupters seldom are aware of that concept. Clashes between the two are unintentional, usually, but tend to be furious and indignant from both sides. Only in such big blow-ups as nosy neighbors and other do-gooders stamping out imagined hot spots is the world made aware of some of the sordid details of what goes on behind closed doors — and thus is reactionary fear given full rein to act with indiscretion and ignorance. It is always a good idea to protect those who are weak, old, young, hurt, or otherwise unable to protect themselves against injustice, even — or especially — when divergence from the main path of the soul’s journey would create the kind of peace the soul would win only by being on a rocky road. In other words, the more you might try to help, the more you might be hindering the soul’s undercover work.

It is all too common to tell someone something you consider important which is perceived by the person you’re telling it to as a completely nonsensical statement. Although you may know a thing or two about the inner universe within the human experience, you may have zero credibility when it comes to the things another person might hold to be important. What do you do in such a situation? Breathe. Move energy from wherever you feel it’s stuck. The intention of a complete thought in harmony with the needs of another person in the moment of a movement towards a new understanding has enough alignment to push the last bit of momentum into the direction of change that a more coherent focus is achieved than would have been without the direct action of intention. It is enough to effect change, even dramatic change, to make a mindful intention. Butting in on another person’s turf is unnecessary, unless you are the agent of change in the service of love. And that role is one any number of people may play in the course of a single person’s change of perspective. Mindful intent enacted merely by moving consciousness with the breath is an intensely powerful energetic force; lovingly moving consciousness with sexual energy is another thing altogether, far more intense and far more powerful. The immediate effect of manifestation intention coupled with the energy of mental chatter is the luck of the draw, but coupled with the energy of emotion and natural sexual arousal transformed into psychic awakening carries a charge that manifests with immediacy and noisy blowing in of the winds of change. Soon what was seen as troubling the peace of mind of the one manifesting — in the form of interruption of the soul’s sleep — can be seen as a wake-up call to greater awareness and power, and ultimately to greater peace altogether.

Love is always moving, always teaching, even when it seems dark and scary. It is leading the inner awareness to new levels of direct access to love’s secrets. It makes a bold move towards the bosom of wisdom and lets you get acquainted with a new perspective and a new completion before starting you on a new movement even closer to wisdom’s heart. As you move with love, you see more than you may have imagined along the way, things that you can only really appreciate the beauty and value of by taking a little detour from your planned mode of travel. In truth, the detours are all made possible by the planning of your soul; many paths are available, and by your conscious and unconscious choice you bypass or enter onto them. By learning from the heart of wisdom and following love’s lead, you can make the detours through some of the more seedy sections of downtown into a stroll along the seashore. Everything depends on how you respond to love’s promptings. As soon as you make a decision about how it is that all of the world’s people can achieve some reasonable level of non-violent interaction with each other, you will have neither prayed nor acted in vain, for every such decision is in fact a movement towards peaceful co-existence. The tiniest of movements on the road love navigates can turn into life-changing detours away from the ruts of habit, belief, dogma and disaster.

In a nutshell, then, we recapitulate. Knowledge of a route to a certain destination is not as valuable as understanding of a detour’s lessons in finding a new way to a new source of self-knowledge. Habit creates ruts which can be difficult to extricate oneself from and which eventually blind one to all the wonder and beauty of creation. If it is not possible to mention the habit as a handicap in the search for greater understanding, then the biggest single contributing factor to ignorance remains potentially as a barrier between you and the understanding you seek. Instead of falling into the rut-cutting practices of slavery and ignorance, you can open the possibilities available to you to include freedom and knowledge, awareness, and peace. A cozy little cabin in the wilderness of deceit is such quiet understanding, a safe haven for the over-stimulated mind, a place where fear cannot enter uninvited. Nothing understood leaves one out in the cold, with no protection from the blizzard of claims about where OM sources and whether or not space is alive. Answers of a definitive nature tend to be outgrowths of the rut of belief one holds and no approximation of truth can be had with such dogmatic certainty. “I don’t know” as a response is more at the basic dogmatic system-level busting than it is an indication of a lack of intelligence. In fact, it can be the most intelligent answer you can give, sometimes. The truth is always known but not always remembered. The fun is in discovering it, for it always changes reality in some way.

Heading from your point of origin towards a specific destination always involves a moment of separation which is usually followed by a temporary feeling of confusion. In the worst case, that becomes bewilderment and getting lost; in the best, anticipation and excitement. Will you find your way? Are you well-prepared, with food, water and maps? Have you had a tune-up recently? All these kinds of questions are best considered before setting out, but sometimes you might forget something important, like sunglasses or your wallet. Determination can help anyone do well in any endeavor, but if you can’t remember your name and you forgot your wallet, it may not help so much as frustrate you. In such a case, the more helpful method of discovery may be to forget it altogether and assume a new identity. Opening such a door involves a willingness to create a new life, and in fact you can do that even if you remember your name and stay in your old wallet. All you need to do to re-invent yourself is stay open to remembering what you didn’t “know” about yourself in the first place and integrate yourself with your Self. At some point, this is useful and can lead to some truly breathtaking discoveries about the truth of who you are.

Countless eons ago, you began moving in a direction that has brought you to where you are at the time and place at which you now read these words. Every movement from that timeless point of origin to this timeless point in a continuum measured in units of time has had some influence on what your experience as a whole has been. With the exception of the moment you decided to be on the planet and participate in the organism of Earth, you have been more or less consciously aware of the degree to which your movements have evolved as a stimulus for greater awareness of what it means to live. Your long journey from thought, through various stages of light and sound to particulate energy and finally to embodied form, has come at last to the point of transformation into thought again, in which you understand that you are what you think. Once more a cycle begins. It is not going around in circles but rather entering a completely new level of experience than you ever have before. The transformation you are feeling is one which will create a new experience of being and which will also bring with it new understandings. In taking a new road, by comparison, you also experience new things and can become more focused on the more immediate changes in scenery that you see. Most of the changes will involve the dissolution of corporate structure and the emergence of a new type of exchange. People who depend on the corporation to feed their families will have a much less beautiful scene before them than will people who depend on the community of farmers and bakers. Earning a living is speedily going to go the way of the dinosaurs, so it is just as well that you change some ingrained ideas you hold as a society that you must work in order to deserve to eat. While work is good, to use labor as a measure of the worth of a person is outdated by millennia, and even then, a man could buy his way out of prison. What comes crashing down is institutionalized enslavement, economics of lack, and the organizations that depend on them to fatten their wallets and waistlines. If you watch as we move through some new territory, you might be surprised at what has for too long been passed off as socially responsible business practices. It is a pleasant ride through the countryside, far away from downtown, far removed from the prying eyes of neighbors and the dark shadows of fear. Let’s pause for a refreshing story.

Left to clean up after a party, Cinderella sighed and went to work. It was the same thing, day after day, with no time to be lazy. She always arranged herself with some sense of respect and modesty, yet her god-given beauty and grace shone through her drab trappings. Some people despised her for her station in life, some for her natural charm for which they discerned no counterpart in themselves. For the most part, however, she was admired as simply a good maid. All this continued on for some time, until the thought entered her head that she might, in fact, want a vacation. A change of scenery, a little respite sounded like just the thing she needed. Could she do it on her salary? A stretch, but possible. Could she manage the time? She would work harder when she got back to make it up. What about the more pressing question regarding soul purpose? What of her destiny? She worried for a moment, and decided to go anyway. It was not her purpose to always clean up other people’s messes, but, she thought rather, to help people learn how to clean up after themselves. She had given them ample time to learn by observation of her work. Now, she said, it was time to evolve, and nothing could prevent that from happening — not even sly attempts to close the door on her dream of being free to do as she pleased and not have to clean up after other people’s parties. Nothing would derail her basic needs being met, and nothing brought her more love than her dream of freedom from ownership, however it might be defined.

So, after tidying up and leaving her employers a note about her planned getaway, expected reappearance, and some instructions on how to take care of themselves in her absence — just so she wouldn’t be worried, she also jotted down the phone number of a reliable agency they could call on if things got too messy — she left. She bought a one-way ticket and got on the bus leaving to the most exotic locale she could find. There, she began to unwind and let go of her habits of thought about self-worth determined by other people, self-definition imposed by artificial constructs of value, and self-limitation as a reality at all. Coming to her usually deadened senses, full of joy and enthusiasm about the possibilities she could explore, she readied herself to return to some sort of job and accompanying dreariness. On the last day of her getaway, a party was held in honor of her and several others who had unwound. Each was asked to raise a glass to someone they learned something from. It was getting very late, and the maid had already begun cleaning up some of the garbage. When it came to be Cindy’s turn to toast, she raised her glass in salute to the maid and warned the guests to likewise pay attention to her, for she could teach them much about life lived in balance with beauty, love in action, and peace in the face of chaos. It would be nice, she said, if every now and then they would pause to consider that. And she sat down before any had fully taken her words in. She left the next day to parts unknown, leaving her maid’s uniform behind and writing a note to her former employers that she would not be returning as planned, thanking them for the precious opportunity to serve and recommending a few changes to their lifestyle that would make life easier for them and anyone who might be putting themselves in service to them. She had not been heard from since, although there was a new figure on the self-improvement talk circuit calling herself Cindy Real.

It doesn’t matter so much what route you follow in life because the map is drawn up by your soul and all you choose is where you go on it. Certain experiences might not be on your particular map, while certain of yours might not be on the maps of other people. It all seems to work out all right, however, while on the big map soul uses for reference you eventually explore it all in one way or another. It is all a matter of timing.

Continue on to Chapter 16: What of Choice?

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A common misperception about God is that He has all the answers. God is beyond answers and beyond gender. A more profitable method of understanding the issue of God’s ability to answer questions of the long and short of existence is to say that God — whatever it is to any single broken fragment of soul experiencing the world of student and teacher, parent and child, communication and talking — does not consider any answer you could come up with to be absolute, as you are only God’s sensory apparatus in only one reality of numberless realities. While you cannot answer all of God’s questions, you can answer one: How do you experience love? Only you can experience love the way you experience love, so only your answer answers that question for God. In answering it, you experience it, and in experiencing it you become it. In becoming it, you become God, so in knowing it for yourself, God knows it. God only asks so you can become God.

A long time ago, understanding was where separation is now. Creation required a separation from self, and what resulted was a whole new universe. Reality after reality unfolded as separation fanned out across a field of possibility, and where waves of possibility assumed a point of stillness, matter became. Then became the question, “What’s the matter?” and you see where that has led. Just one more thing on that, and that is: Primary concern is always the primary source of wisdom. Every other concern is a source of confusion.

Let us illustrate with a story. Most of the time we can get our point across without resorting to such ends, but in some cases a story does the job more completely than an explanation. So… Once there was a carpenter in a village that had no wood. Why? Because he wanted to call himself a carpenter. Did that make him a carpenter? Lacking wood, he could only be called a potential carpenter. Now, into our story walks an adventurer, who tells all and sundry about his travels in fantastic places. Eventually, the potential carpenter hears about forests covering vast expanses of space with trees so big, five men couldn’t touch their outstretched arms around their trunks. Trees so tall, no eye could readily judge their height, but they seemed to dissolve into the sky. “So, tell me more,” said the potential carpenter to the adventurer. “What kinds of trees were there?” The adventurer related as much as he could to the man, and took his leave. Now the potential carpenter felt empty. Generating enthusiasm was much easier when the adventurer was around, he reckoned. What he needed, he resolved, was a trip to the land of trees. Up he got and, grabbing a backpack, off he went. Far and wide he traveled, and the trees he saw were remarkable indeed. In time, he even found the forests of the adventurer’s stories. Just as he was about to enter the wonderland of wood, a voice said to him, “Don’t you want to cut them all down?” Although the question might have seemed natural to him at one point in his life, now, as he stood before them, unable to see the top of any nor able to circumnavigate one in just a few steps, he was aghast at the thought. He decided to stop calling himself a carpenter and instead took the title of woodsman. With branches and fallen logs, he fashioned himself a home. He began to learn all he could learn about the forest and soon began to teach people about it. He was happy and fulfilled, and never once regretted changing his profession. Those who had known him as a carpenter marveled at the transformation and sometimes asked him if he considered going back to his former way of living, to which he invariably replied, “This is the only way I know to live.”

The best way to know how to answer the basic question of how you experience love is to go to the source of your being. What do you do? Are you connected with the source of creativity from whence you work? Are you connected with nature in any way? You bend energy around thoughts such as these as you try to answer them truthfully. Knowledge makes itself known as a dance of light in which energy takes the form of thought and moves into reality as a tangible expression to which you can definitively attach a label. So, how you experience love generates a cascade of thought connecting you to your more natural experience of love as a beacon of truth leading to a new understanding of self as an experiencer of love. Neither your ego nor your OM-aware Self is an “only” man. You are not only a being playing on Earth. You are not only a spirit. A more accurate label to give yourself is experiencer of love within a greater reality formed of love. You, then, are part of reality and, in your world, that means that you are, naturally, part of nature. The whole cannot exist without the constituent parts; nature cannot be whole without your participation in it. How you choose to participate is, of course, up to you, but it is true that nature has the final word. If you choose to participate in nature as a destructive agent, your experience will naturally be one of destruction. If you watch the destruction without direct activity, you still participate to some degree. You may not notice destruction applying directly to your experience and think you’re off the hook, so to speak, but the decay of the soul is not always so simple a thing to discern. Sooner or later, it catches up with you and destroyer experiences destruction firsthand. This is not nature exacting revenge, but rather fulfilling your wish of destruction in a creative manner. Consider it as call and response. You get the picture.

Any way you see your actions impacting the greater reality around you, true to form, nature will by design apply to the microcosm of the self you experience as individuated consciousness. That is to say, you get within the same as you give without. There are no arbitrary acts of nature apart from the conscious soup you live in. You agree to participate in a particular culture; as the fortunes of the greater whole go, so go the fortunes of the one you call yourself. For better or worse, it is so. The driving force of culture impacts your experience and to the extent that you participate, you are at the mercy of nature’s interaction as dictated by the culture’s collective action and paradigmatic thought-matrix. What, then, is your response when you see that the paradigm of the culture is at odds with what you see as sane? Are you doomed to suffer simply because you have residence in a particular region, speak a particular language, or have adopted particular habits unique to a cultural paradigm? Not if you see your participation as renegade. What we mean by that is best illustrated in the following narrative diagram.

Person A lives in a quaint house on a typical suburban street in middle-class America. She, however, ascribes to philosophies and habits her neighbors would find abhorrent or at the least unintelligible, should they know of them. Person B lives a few doors down and more overtly practices the cultural morés expected of middle-class suburban American citizens. Person A often finds herself at odds with the morés Person B habitually follows and rarely, if ever, questions the relative sanity of. Person B has a fully-stocked pantry of packaged foodstuffs, never dreams of using illicit substances, and gathers data about the world in which he lives from the six-o’clock news. Person A, however, shuns the local supermarket and frequents farmers’ markets instead, considers natural herbs to be useful tools for proper mental hygiene, and regularly meditates in order to facilitate knowingness of what is, bypassing the televised programming her neighbors watch altogether. Person A doesn’t keep up with top-rated shows nor does she buy into most of the surrounding cultural affects her neighbors blindly ascribe to. Person B, on the other hand, believes meditation is sinfully close to the worship of demons and thinks that anything not sanctioned by some authority leads to perdition. Neighbors by merit of geographical location yet worlds apart in their participation with the overarching cultural construct, Person A and Person B had different dreams and different needs relative to their lives, yet each had to come to terms with nature in community when disaster struck. Quite suddenly, nature unleashed forces which affected immediately both of them. Person A found herself relieved of suburban anomalousness and Person B became suddenly without the normalcy that afforded definition of life and personality. What happened to Person A is that she sought escape and nature responded in a way that matched the secret longing to be whisked away into a better life; to Person B nature responded to his fear of being discovered as lacking without the suburbanite persona his half-acre provided with a quite definitive opportunity to explore that fear more directly.

During natural disasters in which many people are affected with drastic change in living conditions, some may find opportunities to explore alternative experiences of living, while others may see opportunities to exploit the situation for personal gain. Most of those affected will, however, be feeling the fullness of nature’s chaotic storm and drown in the full force of her power unleashed. Have you noticed that, by and large, most natural disasters occur in places where most of the consciousnesses inhabiting there are themselves powerless relative to the greater social structure in which they find themselves? Do you think it likely that more than a few of such people had thoughts of complete resignation to the forces governing their lives? In opening the door for nature to release the limitations on them, the many together invite disaster because they do not create thoughts of release in power, but in resignation, abdication, and imperfect understanding of the potential within the human psyche. What you believe you can achieve, you will achieve. If that belief is built around a maelstrom of government shenanigans or religious dogmatic nonsense, then what can be achieved beyond the manifestation of victimhood or martyrdom? How can life continue in such a one-way system of thought, in which all roads lead to death? This is what is faced as a species now, and all that is needed to overcome the thanatopic urge to annihilation is the simple recognition of the innate divinity of the human being, the consecration of the self as matter made of light sourcing from the sacred understanding of all as the vibratory interaction between love and that which is not yet in recognition of a connection to love. It is a simple change of perspective, in which the human is regarded as a reflection of light, a perfect icon of the essence of expression come to see itself as indistinguishable from source. You are that. All of that.

In coming to realize this truth — that you are divinity in the corporeal form of human — you see the world differently. Where you may once have seen the human form as depraved and weak, you can choose to see it as empowered and full of potential. The difference is the veil of ignorance. Once lifted, all discrepancies between what you fear and what you are afraid to hope for dissolve and the world without quality besides Is-ness becomes no longer a battlefield but a playground. A decision to make it such can be made in the space of a breath.

New thoughts are rising with greater richness and self-awareness. Every day you see this demonstrated, as the dire problems of the world become more of a backdrop and solutions for local nodes of peace gain a more prominent thematic commentary. You do not deny that, do you? Just take a look at the systems of consciousness in your world, and you will see a change happening. You are becoming more able to intuit, to feel what you need to do or where you need to be. You are seeing more awareness in your children and are able to communicate with them and each other more telepathically than ever before. This is not merely a perception, but a direct observation about your evolutionary self-discovery. As a species, you are operating more as an organism than a collection of individuals. As such, interpersonal intuition in the form of what you call “telepathy” is a natural development. Before long, you’ll be recognizing much about yourselves as part of a greater whole that exists beyond what you commonly think of as your society, your people, your planet. Less of what you see is real. More of what you feel is.

Now, that is not to say that what you know about time and space is all going to be chucked out the window. Nor is it to say that you need to close your eyes and forget the world around you. Rather, it is to say that when you at last tire of entertaining ideas that, once followed by the energies of awareness, would only develop into realities of little merit, then you will know the truth about the time/space reality construct you are part of, as an extension of awareness of timelessness-based awareness of self on a greater level of AM. The only time you have the awareness of timelessness is during episodes of trauma, impending great danger, death, or deep meditational or ecstatic experiences. Nearly every person on the planet has had some brush with timelessness. You know what it feels like, minus the particular apparatus that brought you to the experience itself. It is without boundaries. It is without weight. It is without the normal sound of time; rather, it echoes with a vibrational resonance that is partially interpreted as a hum or a low beating sound. Time constructs these cosmic vibrations into intervals and harmonics which act upon the matrix upon which light travels and around which matter assembles itself. This partially interpreted light-sourced sound-seed contains within it every possibility, every potentiality, and every eventuality of amplified logic in spite of the fact that the people who had interpreted the meaning of the sound-seed could not agree on exactly how it worked. It does work, however, as a key. It unlocks certain locks within the vaults of the mental caverns of temporal existence and allows access to non-temporal leaps of conscious awareness. This sound-seed is the syllable written OM. It is not a magical incantation or a voiced hum. It is the precise resonance that has exact correspondence with the voice that emanates throughout created reality, the thread that forms the web upon which the tapestry of life is woven. The vibration of the syllable OM is in the meaning of the concept of God and, as the vibrations are in fact aligned with those frequencies which, as a human, exist upon the matrix-space-and-time that is enclosed within your particular reality. It is the physical, mental, sensual experience of OM that opens the door to a greater reality and beyond that a greater reality still.

OM oscillates in all directions and is itself without any point of reference beyond which can be experienced its energy in the form of subtle wavering movement. Complete in itself, it only generates possibility in its wake. The turbulence of OM’s movement through the matrix of dimensionality makes prevalent overtones and harmonies that coalesce into slower-moving material expression, as the waves generated by OM are entrained and sentiently organized. New overtones come into play as soon as the reverberations of origin cease to plow the rut over which emanating vibrations arrange themselves. In one sense, the emanation follows a set pattern; or, you could say that the new must come from some progenitor, then somehow reinvent the rut by way of his own nature. There is truth to each. If there is one simple way to put it, it would be to say that all is a melody built around a central chord. That central chord is a thought, and the melody is all of creation, you included.

Long ago, the chord rang out. Those original notes have reverberated throughout the galaxy and the universe for a long time. They will never truly die, for they are embedded in every vibration of light and sound, every movement and situation in all reality. Everything in reality as you know it and are beginning to suspect beyond it involves the mastery of understanding, embodying, and expressing that thought’s essence. Words are secondary to thought and only serve to clothe it in some recognizable fashion. It is a dance of duality in which you master balance, movement, response, and interaction. It is the simple act of peeling an orange in which you also gain mastery over such things as determination, joyful living, and careful attention to the boundary between on and off. There is more to the act of peeling an orange than ripping the skin off. Decisions must be made about how to approach it, what tools you would use; why you’re doing it must be remembered, too. Mastery of the simplest things accesses the route to mastery in all things. Pay attention to what you do and set the intention for doing it to perfection of form and spatial dimension and density, which is set by the purity with which you seek to accomplish your goal. The one who is pure is already a master of something, as has use of purity in gaining mastery as a basic mode of being. In dreams, you have more components of reality at play, and reality thus appears to be much more malleable than during wakeful awareness. A broadly defined awareness, we mean to say, is already aware of a separate state of awareness as existing yet it can only with rigorous work be accessed by non-dreaming states. Yet, you are aware of it. It, too, is aware of your state of wakefulness and time and again it sends signals, yet without a connection they were lost. If you could access both at will, simultaneously fully aware of each, without fear, what could your life not be like? It is your answer that brings you your experience so you may fully understand the meaning of the words you choose. In this way, you undergo a journey from the source vibration, let us call it, and enter chaos, and come back to your original sound as a harmonic overtone. It is your answer to that source that constitutes your answer to God’s question. What is? You are. In such a way, the music of countless realities has come into being and full expression, as the soul journeys along the path of return.

One certainty is the rebirth of life thought dead. Sometimes the original chord seems lost in noise or music or sound of a dissonant register. When the noise dies down and reverberations settle, the original chord yet exists, seemingly reborn from what had no form or substance of it at all. Certain, too, is the modulation from the basic frequency to new keys and overtones. This is as you can see demonstrated with the strings of a guitar and of a harp. Nature seeks refinement in expression, and playfully dares to introduce a new “something” to the score. No matter what the base frequency may be, it will provide a matrix upon which other frequencies can assemble in response to the thought expressed as pure tone. Another certainty is that all vibration makes itself marked in crystallization. All form is of a vibratory nature, from DNA to the architecture of great cathedrals. It all responds to sound, vibration, and the energy of oscillation. Thus, what you hear, feel and have exposure to can greatly affect your form’s experience. Your body responds to sound, whether you hear it or not. The energy behind an unheard sound projects itself through the environment of light-as-form of 3-D reality. So that words of hate and fear can permeate the mental space of a planet and impact people who weren’t able to hear the words. Any thought expressed by enough sources will inevitably project itself more forcefully than a timid “I wish” or even a wistfully voiced “Wouldn’t it be nice?” It is just as certain that OM-aware utterances have an even greater impact, as they are more strongly aligned with the primordial engine of love’s voice saying “I AM” and seeing only itself at play.

Critics of such a view as this, those who don’t want to let go of rationality in favor of truth, are nonetheless subject to it. Any thought expressed as hopeless resignation to “Them” empowers Them. Any thought expressed as loving understanding that “They” are nothing other than perfection ensnared in the frequency cave of chaos helps free them. It is not putting your beliefs on another person, which is both disrespectful and non-beneficial to both you and them. Nearly any kind of communication about the meaning of mind within a greater reality can be taken as the home-team advantage. You bring your understanding of both mind and greater reality into the drama of whether or not to allow that kind of information into the conversation. A fellow, however, who introduces the idea to the field of play in a conversation, has just given you an opportunity which you can use to make your point without any disrespect or song-and-dance. Mentally, you will make a point, but for all possible things you could have said to make your point, nothing works as well to remember something important as discovering it for oneself. When this becomes a common understanding, you will see both how this knowledge has been used against you and at the same time know how to live with each other more peaceably.

Men of light are, you might say, doing this right now, with this book and with various other mental means to bring your attention to the fact that you are changing and there is a lot more to the universe you inhabit than you ever dreamed possible. Every fantasy you can imagine can be a reality. If you choose to inhabit such a reality, you can create it. As long as you respect other soul embodiments and dream yourself into the player of all the parts, you can create it. What you create against another’s will inevitably comes back to haunt you in one of your dreams. To interpret another person’s purpose or reasoning without their participation and consent is, as well, impolite at best. If what you seek is clarity about your life experience, you can certainly write the script and hold rehearsals and auditions. The only thing you cannot do is to use another’s energy as your own, for who benefits from that as you gobble up resources and make the field grow unstable? To be sure, no one really benefits, as those who gobble grow dependent and experience limitation, and those who are gobbled have little to look forward to in their incarnations. Outside the realm of 3-D and the reality of duality, there is no use of any energy other than to plug into what’s in the air, so to speak. Free energy is what your science calls it. Nevertheless, you must overcome your proclivity for vampirism in the most basic sense — of consuming life — and realize that what you gain from such a heavy loss is freedom from hunger.

Choosing to allow rather than control will make a demonstrably and radically purposive act more powerful by relinquishing the need to have a particular outcome. More freedom to choose is the benefit of giving up the belief in having no hope but in your own power. Every time you choose control over trust, you limit the range of possibilities available for a dream-come-true to come true in ways that would dazzle and delight. When you say with great intent, “I know what the best layout would be and since I don’t trust anyone, I will do the job” you are in effect telling the universe that you don’t trust it, either. This pathway of thought, in which you assume responsibility for God because you don’t trust God, is a way to frustration and brooding moroseness. It is a message you have as a species been sending to yourselves since you relinquished any claim on the rightful power that is, by brightly lit design, yours. As long as people have been assuming the power of death, the source of all has been sustaining you all the time. If you only realized this one fact, you would begin to consider trusting God again. Once you have a little trust that the good will prevail, finally, because it is the natural vibratory reality base frequency, you can begin to regain your own power and owe no one any debt.

Justice is a natural state in a system in balance. Trying to balance it by creating an artificial system of justice creates more of an imbalance. Instead of enforcing a system of so-called justice from others outside the individual self, it is much more effective to demonstrate the benefits of the individual maintaining balance from within, even when what the individual is within is total chaos. There is a point of stillness and realization which can be found by any living thing at the center of any of its atoms. Light is born there, and ignorance is dissolved into a singularity of opposites. When the individual discovers this point within his awareness, he discovers justice. There is no better way for an individual to discover it than by parting the curtain of ignorance for himself. As one who has lifted that curtain and seen that singular point of consciousness, you have already brought to the surface of your reality the vision. All you need do is remember it and your presence alone will act as a living sample of an atom. As you are a being who knows something of the powerful point of consciousness within yourself, you become as one atom in a greater universal being. However, you can only be in this awareness for periods now. There will come a time when enough people have achieved this awareness that you can remain in it. Until then, your prayers for peace to be known in all hearts and minds, in each individual, family, and race, are the most effective means for achieving such a balance. Let us tell you a story to illustrate.

In a place of great beauty and song, an ugly, noisy tramp appeared. He had been walking for many years, finding new places where he was not known, and begging for food and money. The people of this beautiful village at first took no notice of the vagabond and generously supported his needs. Eventually, however, his presence began to lay heavy on the minds of the villagers. A balance upset — they had a saying — took less effort than love to restore. There was no shortage of love in the village, though the tramp had all but tapped the villagers’ graciousness. By this time, the tramp thought, I should have been put outside the gates of town. Before he could puzzle himself about it, a knock on his head got his attention. “Listen, visitor,” said one of a group of villagers, “we don’t have any complaint about your circumstances, but if you would like to stay here, you have to maintain balance. As it is, your needs have depleted the energies of many people here and so we must ask you to stop believing you have to take. Moreover, since this village is in direct communication with God, we love you. It is what naturally we do. So, if you want to live in balance with us, we ask you to consider what we have said. And if you would like to see God, just wander around the heart of the village.” And with that, they left the man in peace. Curious, he set out for the heart of town, not realizing he had missed it in his journey. As he wandered, he looked, and as he looked, he relaxed. As he relaxed, he became aware of himself. As he became aware of himself, he neared the center of the heart of the village. As he neared it, he became awash in light, felt light in every atom of his being and saw what could be called God, a tiny seed of light brighter than the sun yet cool and gentle in its burning. The man saw the consciousness in himself reflected in blindingly bright light all around him. He was astounded, and immediately placed himself in the employ of a local baker. To this day, that man has never needed to ask anyone for anything.

Men of great light are you. Nowhere is there a light brighter than that of consciousness that shines in every atom of your being, not on your planet, not in the universe. That consciousness is aware of itself and cannot be spatially or temporally separated from itself. You are able to create any arrangement of light you like, in time and space, with this knowledge, but without the knowledge that you are an arrangement of light yourself, and the source of your life is that, you can miss the point that at the most pure and fundamental level you are God woven into the latticework of thought having a multitude of experiences in time and space. So are we. So is every creature on any world you can imagine.

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Your turn from knowledge to understanding, from ignorance to wisdom is neither a hostile takeover of a more or less innocent reality by a more or less nasty one, nor is it a prisoner set free by a group of heroic larcenists. Your move from shadows to light is more one of resting sleeper to awakened dreamer of reality alive. Let us say to you, “Good morning.” We will nod to you as a little ray of sunlight falls on your face and enlivens your mask of being. It is our mention of the certain fact that a new day is dawning that juices your engine and rouses you from your sleep. Pesky alarm clocks are of no use. Put away your concept of living in a 24-hour daily schedule — for now, awake, you can transcend the artificial boundaries of time, and be.

Relax and gather yourself as we tell you of how you came to be napping. Coffee’s on and most of the world is just getting out of bed. It’s crazy but it’s true — today you have woken up in a new reality. The old reality is disintegrating as we speak, just as your dreams disintegrate upon waking. Now, settle in and drink your coffee and we’ll tell you about how things came to be the way they were. It’s early yet, and everything is ending quietly. Commence storytelling.

More than Roswell, more than spacetoid stories, your planet has been the scene of a sad series of hazardous goings and comings by extraterrestrial people and information. Great men of song and myth, invaders of worlds and conquerors of planets have made a mess of history. Going back as far as best we can, we will attempt to set history aright, at least as concerns human life on your planet. Many cesspools of lies have been told and re-told; many truths have been buried deep in the muck of lies to keep their brilliance from your awareness. Now a stone has been unturned that reveals the motherlode of truth. Prepare yourself to be dazzled — we have a big story to unveil. It begins in a distant scene of man’s cradle in another part of your galactic homeland and ends at the same place you began your life as who you know yourself to be now. Lots of drama and a fair bit of comedy fall in between. We begin…

Your home galaxy — or as it is called in your books, Sagittarius — has a misty beginning and really far back was part of an even bigger mist. A simple nudge of cosmic proportions stirred the soup and now you dent the edge of an even bigger galaxy, known in your books as Milky Way. It is by design and not accident that the two bodies are entwined, as Sagittarius is not an assembly that in itself is complete. Until the collision started to unwrap it, it was a nursery of sorts for higher forms of life to raise themselves to a level of being that would be better able to make a dent in the machinations of a larger raised consciousness. Graduation occurs in all forms. As you reckon time, the collision took place before. An imitation of time is a larger scale that you can yet compute with terrestrial means. It is not noticeable to length or breadth of time, but it is to depth in the sense of being very, very deep as a subject. We will go this far in explaining it: In the far reaches of time, God has his origins in fast-moving thoughts of “I am” in the now. We resume.

Great movements of light bridged the long moment between before and after. Knowledge of being rode on the particulate wave, neither moving nor still but denselessly particulate nonetheless. Sat. The truth. A smear on sat is that knowledge became known by way of certain random secrets as man wised up. Nemesis created that node of belief. Perhaps it is time to dispel the energetic structure of that dream of separation from Now. In truth, OM is always completely in Now. You can be, too. All you have to do is tame your keen sense of brandishing your personal truth as if it were the truth of sat. As a people, you could to well to look at the myth of molding God after your own image — laughable to God, but not of real practical value to you. Laugh will you, too, once you see it from the outside. Nemesis loves a good laugh. Yet we digress.

Roads of intelligence formed on arcs of magnetically charged particles riding on waves of brilliant thought, making a network of interrelated thought that laced their way through the cosmic landscape of reality forming and re-forming. With each interlacing, OM’s intelligent hand could be seen, normalizing what love experimented on. Emerging from the lacework was a discernible pattern of numerically proportionate ratios making sense to sly consciousness and delighting OM in its perfection. What more could one want, except for perhaps a reference manual describing all the ways you could dream? Luck would have it that we would have an old copy right here, and we share it with you freely through our present handbook, which you are reading now. Ordinarily, you might look at such a statement and say, “Man, you must have a crystal ball to be making a dreamer’s handbook for me. I guess it’s pretty general.” To which we might ordinarily say, “For you, there is less information about friendly lenses, Nemesis, or random luck than there is about friendly lizards, prisoners allowed to be free men, or normal reality driving forces of nature miraculously along the lines of your wishes.” Your more normal response might be, “Wow, cool,” but we assure you it is only until you gain knowledge through interaction that you make any real dream. Gentle reader, we understand that you have been kept in the dark about who you are and what you are capable of. Learn about miracles by performing a few. Reality can be as you wish it if you fashion your thoughts according to your soul’s desires. More on that in another chapter. For now, let us return to our story.

Anomalous readings on the Richter scale and massive changes in the living continuum of nature have aggressively begun on Earth, creating confusion and worry among those who have had an idea about life being a solid-state nexus of more or less constant conditions within a sphere of integrity defined by the laws of third-dimensional space. Many crazy thoughts are now coming into manifestation, batted into play by an overstimulated conscious awareness. You can, in renegade fashion, say “No!” to the stimuli around you, but magic is not really made in that energetic exchange. Generally speaking, magic is less doable hornlike than jokingly. It is more effective with a laugh than a whimper. If we make a circuitous corner on our way back to our story, it is for this reason: Magic is a natural force and is used by all creatures at some time or another to achieve balance and harmony. It is not an evil thing; rather, it is love’s application of conscious awareness. It is magic you see opening buds into blooms. It is part of an elemental nature of created worlds. Game-players use it all the time. However, a poor sport will pervert it. That is damaging to the integrity of nature.

Why all this talk of magic? Because you have forgotten, or been duped into believing in it as not part of the power of OM’s creation. We have seen knowledge become degraded and the love of life die. If you truly loved life, you would embrace magic as a means to live in harmony with nature. Gnosis of magic is not so complicated as you have been led to believe. As with all truth, it is simple. Fear of alienation from the knowledge in a climate of doubt and distrust has fostered the jumble of lies that has grown to obscure the simple truth. Lying men and cruel tactics no longer demand insanity as a prerequisite to becoming adept in the how-to of magic. Blood sacrifice keeps a vigil. Quietly it is becoming part of a Nemesis operation no longer needed to bring about a consciousness of magic as a force to be reckoned with. It is becoming information complete in itself about a step in the pathway of a marred reality having no other massacre on its name except for the attempted destruction and desecration of the human mind. That is a very poor use of magic, indeed. War Nemesis created as a means of knowledge-gathering. Recorded on each individual’s soul is a living knot of sanity both real and imaginary in the magic used in each life experience. Happiness and leaping from bridges in despair are both imaginary sanities. Keeping one’s awareness centered on the light at the end of the tunnel is a real sanity. The difference between the two is really only a matter of realizing whether magic is part of what is or if magic is missing. Magic is discernible only if you suspend disbelief in it at all; then it becomes natural and sane. If you believe it is only a legend, you will miss out on all its tall-tale kind of reality. Can you afford to lose a chance at it being real? Can you afford to believe more than you see? What have you got to lose — other than a few illusions?

Now, magic is all well and good, but sorcery is another matter altogether. And sorcery is what the dragons who see your world as their lair employ to hide their bestial town-mouse nature from your country-mouse eyes. Lassoing your senses has not been so crippling, if you consider how fear has been sanitized into religion. Perfection of the mirror-world illusion has been easily achieved simply by hypnotizing the masses with electronic noise or downright prayer to the dark lord of demons — Satan, as you call him. “Satan” is a mirror image of imperfect men and has been summoned by the birds of dark men to infiltrate the blind masses to mostly make them grope toward madness. Crazymaking war is a tool by which blood sacrifice on a grand scale can be rammed down the throats of the unsuspecting, never the wiser that they are on the losing side of the magic perversion game. When OM makes a creation of polarity, it is perfectly balanced. Repentance is for the birds, but forgiveness is angel-winged. Prayer on a wing of an angel is magic. Prayer on a wing of a Satanic, pestilential, venomous creature is sorcery. One arranges nature in harmony with is-ness, and one seeks to rearrange nature in accord with bestial gas. Assuming you can tell which is which, we continue.

As a creation of general simplicity, the man of dark nature lacks a certain mental camera of making his world better by dreaming of sensible and caring solutions to mental chatter. Neither the natural solution of raising cellular frequency through nonsense-bending raw craziness-making creative generation nor the creative solution of bringing something into being which is joyful and self-sustaining works as a long-term justification for understanding sorcery. Love is the means for long-term ultimate regeneration of the soul’s natural body. Near nothing lies a brand-new understanding of creation, one which you can always render into a new reality. Quite a simple thing is it, really. Allow us to illustrate with a story. It is a story about a magic Nemesis-creation called, “How To Do Anything Without Really Trying.” Then we shall return to the history of everything you know, and beyond. Certain core words are necessary to introduce before we continue, so please bear with us as we venture into the realm of magical co-creation a bit longer.

A hat kept falling off a man’s head. The wind was blowing fiercely and it kept blowing the hat off. Finally the man said, “I can’t stand it! I’m going to start strapping this hat on.” And he did just that. Now, another man had the same problem with his hat but he created a less ominous solution, one not involving duct tape. He said to the wind, “Fantastic movement of rising and falling air, please blow from a direction that won’t disturb my chapeau.” And he continued on his way without another thought to the matter but with a feeling of gratitude in his heart and a smile on his face, for now he did not worry.

In a little while, he met the first man, who attempted to speak, but he couldn’t move his lips. “Go ahead,” he mumbled. “Take off the tape and let me gain your knowledge of wind resistance.”

To which the second man replied, “Oh, no, my friend, it is not resistance but cooperation with the wind that lets me tip my hat to you today.” And with one big yank he pulled off the tape, and with it the man’s whiskers.

“Ouch!” exclaimed he, to which the puller responded, “It is resistance you seek, but cooperation you found. I cooperated with your request. Your whiskers cooperated with the tape. Now, ask your hat to cooperate with the wind, and the wind to cooperate with your hat. I assure you, you won’t lose your head like you lost your whiskers.”

But the man with a red face said, “I don’t think I shall do as you tell me. Instead, I will cast my fate to the wind and see what happens.” Just then, a storm blew up and a tree fell on the man’s hat, which, luckily for him, had just blown off his head and lay a few yards away. “You see,” said he to the puller of tape and whiskers, “I can do just as well blindly trusting the wind. Can you believe my good fortune?”

To which the other replied, “Yes, I can. I asked the wind to be a friend to you and allow you to see all the power it possesses. Certainly it is a drastic demonstration. So how are you now? Familiar with the wind’s power?”

“It is a sick joke!” exclaimed the whiskerless man. “You have no authority over the elements!”

“That is true, I don’t,” came the answer, “but I do respect them. Here are your whiskers. Now I must leave. Larger winds are about to blow and I must prepare myself for nature to arrive, joyfully creating a new world. Farewell, my friend. I wish you the best future possibilities!”

“Before you go,” said the whiskerless man, “please understand that I am of a generous nature and I can give you a reward if you tell me your secret for making the wind do your bidding. For more I would like to know your secret for nature arriving joyfully at your door. Now, I can write you a check…”

“Dear sir, this knowledge is freely given! Knowledge cannot be bought or sold for the asking. I will certainly tell you but you must also share it with anyone who asks you for it. If you can see that as reasonable, I will tell.”

The whiskerless man paused and considered for a moment. “For now, I will agree, but if no-name people ask me the secret of my success, I will ask for something in return, for I do not wish to deny myself riches. Then, let us lore learn and I will bid you adieu.”

“Sad man,” said the puller, “it is knowing what I have to say that guarantees you a life of great wealth. I am sorry, my friend, you are not ready to possess such potent knowledge. Come visit me in a year and I will reconsider.”

Focus now into the story a year later. The whiskerless man now has a full beard and is bivouacked in a tent, just barely surviving in a cold and lightless forest. Dramatic change from where he was. Knowledge of the puller’s secret amounted to a morsel to him now, he thought. Knowledge of any value he wanted. Generosity had met him and he had emerged poorer from the meeting. Still, he wished he earned the man’s trust, so off he went and found him.

“Are you more willing to share what I give to you?” he asked the man on his knees before him.

“Oh, yes, I am,” came the reply. “All knowledge is a treasure not to be hoarded, for it may be a being of great need that you aid and in doing so you may save your own life.”

“Quite right. Here is the knowledge you seek. Ask. Let be what is and see what is to be.”

Gasping for breath due to choking on his tears, the bearded man answered, “You did not tell lies to me when you said I was not ready for this knowledge, for I never learned to ask without lashing out with a dream of my own control of fate. Oh, my lordy lordy, but I have been naughty. Save me from losing myself!” And he outright leapt at the puller’s feet.

Extricating himself, the puller said simply, “Just not me. Ask, don’t ask me, just ask. Your soul knows the address to which your prayer is sent.” Bending down he lifted the man to his feet. “Go on and share as you are asked to share and give as I have given to you. Just give, and see what happens. It’s all good. Remember that.”

Here we resume the history. It was a safe bet that hearing a little story like that prepared your mind for a host of new ideas about your origins to be delivered. Part of the order of history’s logic is in its delivery. Many of your realities are shaped by the way they are launched in your conscious awareness and also by the codes nestled therein. Do you think that tidbit of information goes unnoticed by those who lunch on your energies? Do not be complacently led down the primrose path without asking where you are going. To cast your fate with the wind or any unseen godlike manifestation of power is like asking luck to answer a final exam for which you have not considered studying. And many people do just that in unquestionably accepting answers to maddening nemesisian questions like, “What is the original sequence of events that led me to be asking this question in the first place?” Now you may consider the following, but as you do we suggest you ask yourself if it is an answer which is almost or exactly one which you feel at a soul level is valid or if it is merely another lucky guess at God’s napping dream of life.

A long time ago, after the natural order of movement had settled itself into a morning-and-night rhythm, your planet Earth was just beginning to have biology as a dream come true. From the nearness of life to the reality of life was for Earth a matter of letting go of the logic of the idea that it was nothing more than a mass of agglomerated elements and reaching for the next level of gnosis of itself as an entity capable of experiencing life and finally bridging knowledge from dream to reality. Certainly, you say, there is no personal operating consciousness within the ball of rock upon which I sit. Remember, it’s all in the telling. If we tell it like you already know it to be, then you know nothing more than you momentarily believe you know. Nemesis asks you to step aside with her and gain a larger perspective of the totality of all. After all, you have nothing to lose but a few illusions, right? After you consider our telling of history, you are certainly able to make up your own mind and understand, or not. But it is for your benefit that we fill you in on a few basic key concepts, which requires you to forget for a few moments everything you have been taught about reality, all, and nothing.

Bends of light loop through what you call empty space but which is really an amazingly alive campground of sorts. As magnetic nodes arc in the densities of nothingness and all and everything between and beyond, groups of particles clump together to each other’s sameness and near enough to similarity to recognize themselves in emergent lifeforms within the density and dimensional worlds of thought creating reality around them. Nature zeroes in on these nascent worlds and busies herself crafting biological and otherwise matrices of support for lifeforms in which OM experiences itself. Having created a world of core cancer now, Nature is busy dreaming up ways to cure without killing creation. Your world is a study in awesome imaginative power and, as a biological storehouse for a dazzling array of lifeforms, is called the most ravenous mother, for in the state of life you find yourself in, in normal circumstances you would consider eating your own offspring to survive. And no one would blame you if you did. That’s neither what you are nor what you need become, for neither making that a reality nor emerging as an ogre are real scenarios for you in your present nonsense. But they have been. And that dream has been pushed back to the far reaches of your mind as a species, so far back that no light can do any real hinting at what lay there festering. As long as it festers, Nemesis will create opportunities for you to find it. Now would be a good time to peek. More than you can yet realize, it is a sanity-crushing Other that you dream into being by leaving that particular memory alone. You only have to acknowledge it, not relive it, and Nemesis will light it all up in a blinding burst of understanding.

Mass glossing-over of nice little godless moments in the history of humanity are mere extensions of horror. To deny that leaders of people have in their power the means to starve an entire population to the point that their own dead children would be seen as nearly reasonable means for an emaciated parent to survive a life in Hell-on-Earth is to deny the history of your planet. Men have eaten their namesakes and offspring, coldly or in full awareness, in harrowing realities of madness unleashed upon them. It is not the normal solution to hunger, but it is a demoralized solution to staying alive and making biological material available to a biological body. However, it also makes one completely mad if one brings him- or herself to the point of eating bodies of ancestors or descendants without any cultural reference for it. Fear of making the same last rites again has blinded you to what you must recognize about your people’s not-so-lovely kept secrets, but now is a good time to reveal this one — not to cringe at a horror show, but to come to an understanding of what you are being asked by dragons to forget and repeat as a random thing, then to forget again. War is one method, wherein you deliver your children to non-parental figures and let them be brutally subjected to consuming madness. Neither of the camps — not profit, not peace — has any concern over the sanity of the child who has been given to the hardness of war. Nor do the men of science or medicine have any concern for the normal harm that is Nemesis preying on the bodies of children entrusted to their ministrations of immunization, sedation, or swift nanomechanization. Crafty fiends have led mass populations down that primrose path and, not having a map, many got stuck there.

And what of the children? Must they be sacrificed to cruelty realized? Harm to them is like sorrow greater than God can comfort. Could you handle the sorrow of ogres keeping children in captivity, waiting to feed on them? Nemesis has created such a scenario in the dark underworld of your reality, generally making them prisoners of desolation. Why? How can a loving god permit such a reality to be? It is not one which you can open your eyes to and look at until you can look at your own history as a people who eats their own children. Men and women of otherwise good intention have been made to err as parents by a mentality of dragons influencing the general culture. Dragons do in fact eat their own children, but as part of a ritual of power feeding on weakness. And if the dragons’ children do not conform to the ideal of ruthlessness, they are a sacrifice to the deity of power, Satan. Satan is known by many names, and under each of them is known as a power-hungry, bloodthirsty beast. Such is the mythologized version. Know that it has been a bit skewed by a few lost souls. Pay attention here — we now de-Satanize the image of Satan and demonstrate inquisitively a new version of the old demon. Dragons beware. Your illusions may shatter and fall on your head.

As long ago as dragons can count, men have been a source of sustenance. If a man could be convinced that he was weaker than a dragon, food was as good as got. Children were, of course, easy prey. Look at your stories about next-to-dead children who kept coming from beyond the grave to tell of ogres and monsters and far-away clouds. You need to become more familiar with your hidden history and dream of rescue for the changelings and safe return of the dragons’ captives. It is possible to influence your history by intending a different outcome and create a different historical eventuality in the present reality. A new quick-won hero drastically sank with your somewhat masqueraded beingness when you pondered life as done from a more naturally enjoyable general totality of being. Meaning — as you changed your perspective by changing your beliefs about questions you thought were answered, you became practiced in the art of creating answers for the questions you realize you should have asked in the first place, thus making life more enjoyable. As answers change, so does your reality, providing you with more opportunity to zero in on a reality you enjoy experiencing. As for bemoaning any details, as more of them coalesce, you would become more renegade by asking questions of a draconian nature. Questions like “Do you believe in an afterlife for those who are not of draconian birth?” or “Do you think God loves you because we tell you He does?” betray the draconian mindset as being rather exclusive; while questions such as “Do you want to become as God?” and “Tame human, are you ready to eat the bread of life?” are really much more accurate portrayals of their conscious primitive mind. As a race, Draconians are not as mad as you think. In fact, they are actually quite reasonable. Knowing this, you do not need to fear them, only understand them, and the rest will come easily.

Lemmings irritate Draconians. They are so irritating, the Draconians have made a point to eradicate most of them by various means. War is an effective means. So is poison. So are natural disaster, ecological collapse, and big companies closing. It is justifiable to Dragons to winnow the herd, dragon-style. However, it is also possible that lemmings are irritated by dragons. It is possible that the lemmings don’t know to what extent the dragons go to control them. You can’t imagine the uproar lemmings create when they wake up en masse. Familiar scenes create opportunities to change history, and you, Lemming, are now at that point. So too are you, Dragon. What will you create? Time will tell, and time is driving forward at breakneck speed toward question answered. It is time to act according to the nature of love and love nature in all its forms, furry, fuzzy, scaly or otherwise. Very soon it will be late. But that’s another story.

Continue on to chapter 14: You Are the Answer to God’s Question

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Long ago, you were a dot. Like all dots, you were a little bit lonely. Periodically, you dashed to a point at which you could escape what you considered to be space and venture beyond the magic of timelessness to dance with other dots on a plane of free will. Then you could shed your dot-hood and all-out express your most daring fears in a re-incarnatable medium of three-dimensional matter. Each time you did, you dared more daring experiences into being and created realities of natural beauty or desolation, depending on your mood and your soul’s need. At nearly the end of the free-will game you find yourself in, you finally remember a little bit of the reason why you so eagerly jumped in. Just this: To do a dot-to-dot puzzle and not know what the picture is until the last connection is made. Are you ready to open your eyes? The last lines are etching themselves through the dark skies of Maverick’s and Last Chance’s address of opalescent nothingness. More knowledge of your drama finally comes to light as understanding dawns on a forgetful zero-point memory.

Dot knowledge is a little spotty. Allow us to link a few ideas together in the snap of a finger. Naturally, we mean to tell a story. Now, one long moment while we have a drawing made for you to ponder. Oddly, you are making use of more of your brain when you ponder a picture, whether it’s drawn or described. We will describe one you may find is pretty profound. Try not to take it too seriously or you’ll miss the humor in it. If you can’t laugh, why bother, right? Now…

Addresses of light arc over mathematically normalized paths between nodes and pearlescent masses. Mental images coalesce gorgeously and in bent colors of highly charged particulate light move lacy manifestations of thought through a dimensional array of pure possibility. Home. It is everywhere and everytime. Knowledge of it long ago was lost in the reality of love forgotten. Nemesis legends come to life in Zen-master calm, having completely assessed the situation and arrived at the conclusion that mastery of everything lay in accepting the rich treasure of opportunity in learning how to weave love into nature in any form you can imagine. Your eyes search among the various dimensions for a world in which the needs of the soul can best be met. Finding one, you are born. Finding another, you die. You constantly find more and know which will give you the most beneficial experience as far as getting to a you who needs less and less knowledge of a nemesis as rogue and more and more of a renegade. It is mighty good fun, you are told. You create your own experience, you have heard. And manifestation is not anything more than feeling a thought. A little time SOS is allowed, if you want to get some extra help. And you can simply die if you want to start over. You say, what the heck? It’s a dream come true. You enter into an image and begin playing the game.

Now, the snap is this: You are doing this all the time and don’t realize it’s you who create objective reality. Your thoughts create all of everything — pretty lousy job some of you are doing, too. If you would like to make some basic changes to the state of everything, we suggest you go no farther than your attitude toward yourself as a being of frail constitution and a source of trouble. Manifest changes there and everything changes. Only your belief that you always mess things up or that you don’t have the right to be happy prevents you from accessing that core attitude and making the world safe for democracy… or something else you can’t manage to create with any lasting success, perfect peace. Not sitting-on-clouds-playing-harps kind of peace, but the kind that exists when all beings come together in love in all times. Such a world is indeed possible, if only because you visualize it. Just getting to that point is a great achievement in the quest for love in all times — not that you should seek the benefit, but seek the dream-come-true of it. You do a much-hurting world a lot of good when you dream it. That is a clue.

We venture on in our picture, but no promise of peace do we find. You do not do any good that anyone else wouldn’t do, yet still you find that being Marxist is the closest you can come. A mode of your attitude is being stubborn. You dream of less and less social structure and more freedom while all around you are answering the dimly lit notions of sovereign statehood, imperial dynasties, and knowledge-hoarding demons. It is only your own belief that these things exist that keeps you stuck in this particular drama. Real change is possible if you aren’t afraid of anything. Lesson one in reality changing is to make the normal changes you would make in your own address if you would choose to come to a higher-vibrating reality in your own imaginary dreams. Dreaming gets to be an essential lifeline in the game, one which you all will become proficient at in the coming times. By the time you break out of the reality you’ve been locked into, dreaming a new reality into being will be a matter of thinking brave new thoughts and charging them with emotional energy. By understanding how to de-mine your emotional field, you are better able to create realities you can enjoy rather than climb out of and hate. Nemesis is your guide. Nemesis is a dream-refiner. She is able to point out to you which points could be de-sampled and which places you are stuck. Neither you nor Nemesis is ordering your life. It is your soul which does that. A little off-topic but fundamental to our story nonetheless.

You dream in righteous realities all the time and love to arrange your odd holy books accordingly. What you don’t know yet is that most of the dreams they contain have no merit at this point in your evolution. While the basic truths underlying all of them are of truth, the names became irrelevant as soon as you decided to move to a higher-vibrating address and see a bigger picture. Handy little names like Jesus, Lucifer, and Satan become indistinguishable from the projected beliefs about them. However, a more lasting impression is gained pondering who is who and whether any of the personas derived from such thought is a real or imaginary being. When you start to ask lots of questions like that, for instance, you begin to receive information that may curl your hair, so to speak. You get another perspective when you get up close and personal with Nemesis.

Riding princely on a fine horse, the Novenian king tipped his hat to a lender of magic spells he used for dream manifestation. The king’s dream did indeed come true, and he was riding to a more ism-less country. He was asked to be king there, so he relinquished his kingdom of ism-ness. The error he made, however, was to employ cutthroat means to achieve his end. Luckily for him there was a lodestone nearby which knotted perfectly black knots where loose ends might be and this kept the dream from unraveling. Oddly, great pressure began to loosen the knots such that he kept moving from knot to knot, tying them tighter. Nearly losing his mind from long years festering within such a dark web of energetic knowledge of using wrong samples to escape a projected prison, he made a decision to mend every wrong and re-weave his reality on a stronger natural order. Defining greatness as that which he hoped to achieve in the life he was living which brought the most satisfaction to the most people, leaving no one out and favoring no one above another, he changed the projections of his mind to darkness-reflecting light, Nemesis. “X”es marked the places in his world where sections of nature needed the most lovingly created change to occur. Care far outweighed his dream’s original diversionary character and created a new source of deregimentation of understanding. As Nemesis says, more demons are born of ignorance than engineered by evil intent.

For some time he worked with the idea of going from knot to knot and stretching the loose ends together, but soon he realized that was not very practical. More effective and efficient would be to totally re-create his own reality, bringing a new understanding of perfection to his thought-generating nomenclature. Rather than calling a non-functioning field randomness “dispensable trash,” he began to call it “fortunate opportunity.” Rather than calling remembrance of past bad decisions “guilt” he called it “moving awareness.” Rather than calling obstacles “necessary evils to be disposed of” he called them “fasten your seatbelts it’s time to change perspective.” Cringe no longer did he at the harrowing regret driving his change in vocabulary; he cried out no more in his sleep. A new breath filled him, one he gulped as a man just saved from drowning gulps the air. Victory over the demons of his regretful ignorance was the most joyful grand victory of his life as a king. He never once gave heed to the nay-sayers in his court when he was busy tying knots. Little did he know they were more wise in their education of him than he believed at the time. Soon he was making new friends and healing old wounds. How did he do it?

One day he told an adviser his long-borne illness and its cure were no secret. Fear of failure to do the right thing had kept him in a constant state of stress. He was exhausted and ready to leave the game altogether, when appearing from nowhere a light man called his name. “Mend not the mistakes you think you’ve made. You cannot create new berries on a branch that has broken,” he told him. “Knowledge of the Nemesis now renders you speechless. It is a good time to make a new language not based on gathering all that you find unpleasant but on natural law as revealed to those who are learning about the Nemesis as a positive force in co-creation. Have no fear — love is the Nemesis’ game. You fear losing your sanity justifying tying all your little black knots. Wake up. You risk more by doing things your way than you do by trying a different nature. You need not glide off into insanity or obliteration. You need merely change your mind. How you change your mind is how you change your language. Language carries consciousness.”

“With that,” the king said, “the being vanished, but his words sent a ripple of fear running through my body, and fear left. What happened next I found most intriguing. All the words I used to speak about life and machinery of mind suddenly became like lye in my mouth. I recoiled at the effect uttering them had on my being. Were I to continue speaking as I always had, I would only manage to choke out a few syllables before losing the power of speech altogether. Forced thus to seek a new mode of expression, I found myself guided by an unseen intelligence to find a completely new way of verbalizing my thought. For instance, when I peppered my food too highly, great mobs of unspeakable thoughts rushed forward and demanded my attention. Were I to say them even now, I would choke. Rather than sit with such a mess, I recollected what the being said to me and found myself saying things like, ‘Too much of a good thing is a lot. Have a lot because it is a good thing. Anything less would be denying yourself.’ You can see a big change was overtaking me. In my former state, my immediate response would have been one of rage followed by a nasty harangue directed at no one in particular. I know now that my body heard every word. I realized I was dishonoring only myself — and disrespecting all, by extension. Psychologically, I was healing through the recalibration of my use of language. My mental condition improved, then messy thoughts themselves became reordered of their own accord. Messy feelings followed the trend of change, and ultimately my body got more life to it. Now I see a change overtaking all aspects of my realm. And all I did was use another mode of expression. So, my friend, I do not ask how you are but how you are becoming. I do not wish you a nice day; rather I ask you to remember that you are master of your domain. Know that you dream your day into being. See the difference?”

The king’s equal you are. Open your mind to receive the fortune he has laid out before your feet. Be aware of the caustic nature of your words, and do not be afraid to roll out a totally new way of being. Now that you have this most fascinating key to the energetic palace of order and sanity, you are free to do what you wish with the information. However, be aware that doing nothing is the same as using a blowtorch to kiss your child goodnight.

In rearranging your thoughts, you rearrange your reality. Fanciful notions of yourself as a sovereign being who answers to no one are the same as erroneous beliefs in yourself as a victim of a vast and unresponsive hoax of a life. You choose to remain and you choose to change the scenery. It’s all a projection of your mind. Still your mental tyrant with one deft move. Just when you feel the lye burning your lungs, exhale the poison. Inhale nothing but the light of the void of OM, the void which is nothing but OM’s reality-creating range of total possibility and total love. Put your mind in the state of love, not fear. Often you have nothing but the empty shell of a memory of fear lodged in your mind’s innermost haven of silent, nameless things that make your physical body react with dramatic tension. Like a torn shirt you refuse to let go of, your memory serves no function but to remind you of where you have been and the insanity you have perceived. There comes a time for an old shirt to become a rag. By the time it reaches the rag pile, you have given an old reality a new life and purpose. Is that not a shirt? No, it is a cloth that polishes like none other. It is a great rag. Ventilation made it a not-shirt. Raghood gave it something to be proud of. Likewise it is with a memory with sanity-draining sobbing as its soundtrack. Neither the memory nor the sobbing serve any purpose centuries after the originating event or a moment after an unkindness. Deserts are made of more fertile ground in persistence of remembrance of pain. Let the impotent memory crumble. Let it be relegated to a ragpile of its own making, having saturated itself with your and others’ tears. Let it find new meaning as dream-fodder on another merit — that of sanity-restoring movement leaning towards the dream of sense and order. Once it is used thus, it is just another rag, needed only for cleanup of spilled milk.

Now, let’s look at the far side of the grand reality you call history as an example of comedy of the highest order. Bends of time are folding in on each other, making our voices heard by you as clearly as if we were sitting with you. Let us present a holographic representation of our mind. Gelatinous, as is yours. While your lights up sporadically, ours pulsates with light. Mental activity is partitioned, doing much with sensory input in some areas, but not in a total tall-order sensory frequency field kind of way. Certain levels of thought are naturally not going to be available in that condition of thought. Emotional registers greet each passing thought as a means of alerting you that the pain would be high if you managed to see what was behind them. Glaring difference there between what your brain is now and what it can become. We speak to you from your own future cunningly, you see, as we simply fold a loop of time into merry times with you as we bring our little book to your world. Hearing us is the same thing. That is the transfer of energetic information generaton, that point of consciousness we share at this moment now. Imagine your brain. It is a mess of loops making contact all the time, passing information from one molecular juncture to another like relays. In the scientific model, you draw the junctures as holes and plugs. Learning creates new relays and more foldings. Your brain clarifies thought by sending fresh pulsations of consciousness along the familiar paths of thought. Mental development creates new possible relays and paths. Demoralizing thoughts darken the light connection in the neural network that insists on only lit pathways being logged. Joy lights up hot and brilliant and summons new synapses into operational readiness. Bliss lights up everything, whether you understand it or not. Such is the working of the human rationally understood mind.

Now, if you put everything into communication with everything else, it is likely you wouldn’t survive the shock of ecstatic light bombarding your brain with information and sensory overload. It would be like a boy of three trying to drive a turbo-charged drag racer. It would be too much power. For now. However, you are changing as a species, and more nodes of light are turning on. Your children have more lit pathways in their brains than you did when you were a child, even if your were called “very bright.” Your adult brains are changing as well. You can see this light in each other’s face if you’re aware its radiance is also in yours. Jaded, sad or frenzied, you are changing. It is a function of changes emerging in the sun, fracturing of the general primary harmonic shell around each thing, be it a molecule or a galaxy, higher and faster as a new harmonic sample comes into stability, Nine. Harmony, frequency, and stability all rest on a crown of sense perception and density. As shells break, the pressure of being is lessened. Density lightens. Mass renders itself less massive. Neural pathways light up and a rhythm grows stronger in the firing of thought across the wires in your dreaming head. Pulsations dance in a shimmer of light and frequency modulations until the whole brain is aglow with consciousness alive. Thus it shall be if you will it. This is the natural course for you to follow. To will otherwise is to fight against the flow of a raging river. Many people will try to but many will simply not survive. You will survive and be bright and shiny if you just relax and allow your own carpet to unroll beneath your feet. Not only will you be safe, you’ll be happy as well by staying close to the bending timeline that resonates with love. You’ll know it by the nectar it bears in its dreams, and the dreams you’ll dream when you are love-held. Once you entrain your conscious mind to it, it will entrain your new beingness coming into gestation on the cellular level and the formative idea of yourself which you lay before your brain, which it forms impulses of for your body to create your reality from. Loving dreams create loving realities. Grow from this.

Merely knowing this information facilitates its manifestation, and that facilitates having a web of light below your feet and above your head. A dog can hear sounds a human can’t. A cat can see light a human can’t. We can sense more of everything because our brains are more turned on and plugged in than yours at this moment in time. Soon you will be able to sense more of everything, too, in all ways. A short time ago, you may not have sensed even the possibility that we could infiltrate your world, yet we have in greater numbers than you might imagine. Clearly you are seeing the effects of dreaming about the programming you’ve been subjected to. Before, you might not have even thought about the possibility that you and we could communicate, yet as you read these words we are present in the timeless folds of consciousness caught in the book — another near encounter with another extraterrestrial life form that lives insomuch that you feel voices and make sense of coincidences and address prayer more to energetic samples than to big men. How fast you become in frequency is how much you are able to sense nature in greater creation. Near are you to becoming the person you always wanted to be, no superhero cape required. All you have to do is be in love — not with anyone in particular, but the love that is all creation. Generally speaking, most of creation is to dream about love. As you dream more of love, you dream more love into being in a form in which its true nature can be realized. When x-ray vision is your superpower, you can see that. Familiar notions such as less, not, or don’t are dreams of odd address and are differently assessed than the locations of concepts like yet, now, and always. Creations of less, not or don’t go the way of the dinosaur. Life continues in spite of death, yet more and more death will you understand until you are able to die without dying. Joy is the key.

Henry Ford’s innovation of assembly-line manufacturing revolutionized the joylessness of the factory worker’s life by demoralizing the craftsman and destabilizing the norm of tatters to a form of dormant paycheck-earning automatons with a little bit of style. In the dormant, tame worker was a spark of life. Perfection, repetition, and tagging by inspection set the standard of life in the factory. Neither the director nor the worker needed to address each other, so more division was regularized. Before long, such thinking was infiltrating schools, churches, and meetings all over the place. Lording over all of it was an unseen authority promising better conditions someday. Naturally, love had to create a neat little box and dream of a way to open it without making the laminated reality shatter. Conan the barbarian will rescue us, people said. God will punish wrongs, people believed. No one is aware of what’s going on, people raged. It was a frantic time of energetic yes-men and simple trauma at seeing a world at war with itself. What was needed was a ray of hope. What was saddled up and paraded in front of sad and stunned nerds was another thing. Very clearly you see the results of that now.

Creating a living dream is more a joy than a chore, particularly when you let it all happen on nature’s timetable. Life is nature’s specialty. Death is creation, too. Dying, however, is a specialty of man. Only man looks at a star and says it’s dying, when in fact it’s preparing for radical transformation. A star does not die, gentlemen and ladies of the scientific establishment. A star cycles constantly and then it jumps to another level of being unseen by your telescopes. Centuries ago a star went supernova and today you see it. Light is all you see. What about what else is created in such an event? When a star blows up, as you say, what happens to nature? Obliterated? No. Life continues on in spite of death. Nature’s specialty is life. Death is knowing how to hop from one level of nature to another level. You do it naturally, many times, for no other reason than to hop where you cannot get in any other way while you are in your physical experience. Practically speaking, it is an efficient and renewable method for time-based intraplanetary travel. You are able to come back fresh and ready for another Earthly experience in a new body but arranged as a continuation of the life gene you were living on your earlier excursions to Earth — and your later ones, too. Let us traipse through time together and examine the nature of life and death. Relax and enjoy a mystery of the most daring kind.

Reality is only nesting on a grid of magnetic lattices. By now, you are largely familiar with that model and have begun to understand its nature. When one alteration is made to any of the lattices, the whole arrangement of reality is affected. Neither you nor your alternate yous in alternate reality-weavings creates any thought in a vacuum. Generating any alteration is a modification of nature and remains in reality only as long as it is held in the nesting logic of the magnetically designed lattices of thought. As soon as the magnetics of mind of people as a global entity of thought are altered enough to draw the magnetic pull of alternate realities into a state of integrity, you will experience a radical transformation. Good news, though. It is not death. Reality will change; however, life will continue. Our story now commences.

Magnetic north focuses a lot of opalescent possibilities at a central point of planetary density. It is the central brain of the planet and it is density’s normalizer of the planet’s beingness. It functions much like the pineal gland in your own head. Because a magnetic oscillation gave the signal to your planet to begin to notice that change was happening, you received it, too. You are subject to magnetic oscillations that affect your planet as much as anyone else is, including us. As the alteration took hold of the magnetic latticework, you have seen various alternate realities come to be in your mind’s eye and vanish just as quickly. When you dream of having a reality settle in and stay awhile, you dream quite literally of holographic changes in the latticework grid. Large crinkles have ordered reality in such a way that you don’t see into the magnetic gridlines clearly enough to notice that anomalies are crowding in and putting pressure on everything. It is not the kind of pressure you find in a pressure cooker; more like the kind you see on a weather map. As cold air and warm air collide, storms erupt. The same is true for magnetic forces of thought. In the crinkles, magnetic drops in frequency are pulled by forces of higher frequency until they grind into knots of chaos. A crinkled paper is apt as an analogy. It requires a force outside to pull the knots out of their place and allow a natural order to be lost and another gained. Thus we make another analogy with a story.

Men of light came to be on the reality plane of Earth on a chance of large probability that the plane, under great pressure, would buckle and be lost to another dimensional reality. Such a thing would have consequences across the weave that — dare they not think of — would destroy the order of nature in which love masters polarity. Nature was undergoing a chaotic force field of marked energetic intensity and dreams of doom were naturally energetically compounding the energetic crowding of doomy nature creation. Luckily, the people who awoke to see what their dreams had created were appalled and they quickly created another dream reality into the weave. Hence, the men of light came to help out. What lent a hand in the reality-making was the magnet from the sky that let them move in. A great ball of magnetic force ripped through the sky and disrupted the doomy dreamweave. It was a major breakthrough, to say the least. Long ago, the same thing had happened, many times in the past. Creation of a new weave was always more likely when a breakthrough like that happened. Until then, the best people could do was dream. This time, however, something extraordinary happened. None of the light men came in person last time like they did this time, in full, clear view of the people. Young and old, rich and poor, kings and jesters alike all saw them. Gentlemen and ladies of the scientific establishment saw them and facts computed made clear that this was indeed a unique knee to the attachments of the beneficiaries of the dependent labs from which their paychecks derived. Becoming aware of the reality of dark forces working against the good of the common man, the men and women of science found themselves getting a good look at the nature of reality. Frantically, they made assessments and jumped into the new reality or jumped out of windows. Knowledge demands integration. Knowledge jumps dominant reality to assemble itself anew in a nascent reality. Versions of reality do not do as much so-called rearranging as they do separation from and rounding up.

Let’s return to the story. People of light sent knowledge recorders geared towards density separation in the desire of creating a more meaningful discussion with rising consciousness. People of Earth had to make a decision about what they wanted to do about either leaving quietly or tipping their hat to insanity at that point. Did they want to fly home or enter a denser reality from which there was no escape until next time OM drew them near to ask whether they were ready or not to nemesis love? As they laughed at such an insane idea, ranks formed around some train of thought or another regarding that central question. Lo and behold, the increasing number of sides began to knot up into rejection and understanding of the idea of “Do good or do not at all” in formation. Worlds apart are the natures of the men of light and those who gathered on the side of “do not at all,” but those who gathered on the side of “do good” took quite a favorable liking to the men of light — so much so that they became more like them in both nature and appearance. Seeing the light is powerfully transformational. People are needful of crowning themselves with glory or dishonor based on which side of the question they come out on. Energetically, it is most advantageous to have a crown of glory, for light naturally has a dark side, but dark is by definition without light at all. The choice is always available but, before many days quickly pass, it is a good idea to think about which side you truly angle yourself toward.

We are only men of light to those of you who seek to understand love. Men of assistance is how we would call ourselves in relation to your world. Other people on your planet who jump at opportunities to better their own designation at the expense of another’s opportunity would call us an inconvenience. And that is fine with us. Know that our intention is not to destroy any illusions which you may not be ready to praise as having seen through or illusions which you have not by your own power shattered. The men of assistance are merely Last Chance’s representatives bringing the message to your attention that your soul requested — and that is, “Get up!”

Having been shown such a royal mess, it is time to decide whether you want to stay and explore it or leave it to be known by Source as royalty in search of itself and slip into another dimension, one more comfortable for your more creative self. Neither is dancing dragons or kryptonite fairy tales. Ranging from rearranging neural circuitry to clearing out fat layers of self in between more defined layers of man-of-light beingness, taking leave of Ezekiel’s wheel to sense a greater network of consciousness is a thing that requires some transformative processes to derail oneself from the overarching reality of Earth as you have been taught, programmed, and tricked into believing is real. A saying from our believers in great dreams: “Facts of bright clarity hide in the folds of nature’s Self in creation of self.” You are being drawn through a cosmic size-reducer now. As the density of particulate matter reduces, so does the amount of fat-self. As the layers of light-self become more clearly accessible to your awareness, your density becomes less subject to the agreements about three-dimensional reality’s sanity. As your density begins to rearrange sanity into a more sane understanding of love as fundamental to everything, you begin to sense a greater reality beyond what your ever dreamed possible. Let us continue. The story is about to get more interesting.

Cut to the scene in which both light and dark come together in leopard skin and latex. Neither prawn nor nerd is the human of Earth now. The new Earth has been initiated by a massive dose of radiation focused by lenses in the guise of planets, a dose blasted by the central sun of the galaxy as it went supernova on a grand scale. Man simply knew that is was time to slay or sleep no more. Shells of illusion disintegrated. Light bent around relative forces of magnetic frequency. Reality shimmered in opalescent colors and sounds. And as people watched, God shone out of every creature’s eye and rested in their own. No sooner did they denselessness comprehend than they came apart at the seams. Then all hell broke loose and ordered itself into a new world, and on a new Earth heaven arranged itself. There was no middle ground. Neither the world of light nor the world of density-loving, light-hating polarity and low vibration arranged nature the same way. A remembrance of knowledge is coming back to you? You see such possibility in your Now. The reason is simple — you have done this before. Ten thousand years ago, your nature approached the range of possibility, only then it was a much more practical move. Either you lived or you died. Those who chose not to become human were not brothers of ours. They forgot about Nemesis, however. Here it gets rather harrowing, so hold on to your seat.

Certain men of necromantic leanings kept the secrets of that time buried deep in the psyche of the traumatized mass of humanity. Knowledge became secret and lies became common enough to pass for truth. As the direct alignment again approached, the men of shady character assembled and made a plot to snare as many people as they could. Grabbing at anything or anyone as they sensed the separation preparing to rip their beautiful world apart, they clawed at land, souls, and seasonal stability. Nature would be theirs, they were taking it with them to the hell which awaited. On the dying sun they cast their last glance and, dazed with cesspools of gold and knowledge, they left. A length of brass chain, fear, kept them tethered to a cesspool of nature brainwashed and mutated to enslavement and mortality. A cosmic flush sent that horde of necromancers to another level of experience in the progress of souls.

Why do we tell you of such an eventuality now? You have been kept in the dark about the true nature of the reality you are in. Necromancers have done a good job at that. Where are you? Here. “Here” is one possibility in the eternity of OM. “Here” is another. If you are here, fast-forward to “there,” which is another “here” at another address of time and space. In fact, it is an address beyond the concept of time and space. “There” is merely a possibility, but it is a possibility which you define, with pure energy as its nature and reality as its name. Bending around light, matter settles along pathways laid by thought and given power by emotion. Energy is addressed according to the reality created, known, and dreamed by consciousness. And that is “there” — next to here but worlds away. War is of one address and sanity is of another. You are of one address and soon will be of another. Love is near you always no matter what your address. Knowledge of its presence, however, is not always so near. Love is hiding in the reality in which humanity becomes little more than meat. Grief creates a vortex of energy in one reality and another reality answers by channeling love through. Love leaves a trail, rendering the grief defunct and instilling hope. More love responds to hope than is in the world of grief, and then begins another cycle of becoming aware of what has been disguised so that greater knowledge beams back to OM. All is love. Not all looks like love. Love looks like all. That’s the dance of reality with illusion. Nothing is as it seems, yet all is love. So what is love, and why does it hide? It is nature’s living chunks of nothingness around which matter forms. It is the space between vibrations and numbers. It is the perfection innate in every thing, every situation, every emanation, from divine presence to raw meat. For you to find it, it must hide. For you to experience it in all its possible reminiscences of OM, you must look for it where you wouldn’t think it would be. To relish its discovery you exist. To merely exist is to reject love as the basis of all creation and to put it in a little box on a shelf next to hate and happiness. It is more than just another messy emotion. It is more than a random occurrence. Reality always builds itself on the ratio of love, even if the math gets a little complicated. Men of light are gaining a name for themselves as density lighteners and certainty crushers. While dreams of rational, censored nature crumble and fall, we wait. As creation comes apart, we wait. Patience is our “do good” doing. However, we are not idle. Great numbers of us are busy getting people awake before the bell rings. Are you lordy-lordying or are you helping your brothers and sisters to wake up?

In the cracked and broken Earth before you is a living, sentient being. A more loving mother is not to be found. Other planets are also conscious and alive. Mars heralds great change as it becomes alive in front of your eyes — a small comfort to you as your Earth prepares for massive transformation. A knowledge of what could be averted is your best pathway to a living, healthy Earth, so we share what we know of probable certainties and invite you to knock down the building blocks. It is time to accept nevermore as now. We open the book of probable realities and begin tearing out pages to be thrown into the fire of seriously fanciful delusions.

Reality is not about to privately cut you out of your inheritance. You will have all the dream-come-true of your bend of mostly memorable life, if that is what you want. Glancing off the Nemesis’ shoe is a ball of mere nothingness without which your life would be simply perfect. Gobs of nothingness make a lot of trouble at the level of magnetic frequency in which matter assembles itself into reality. Sloppy magnetism makes for sloppy reality, and nothing makes reality sloppy like the nothing Nemesis kicks your way. Nemesis’ nothing is nothing to sneeze at, nothing to write home about and nothing to worry about — at least, that’s the story Nemesis tells. What you usually perceive, however, is completely the opposite. What doesn’t even exist as some Thing you can manage to blow up into a Big Thing, and then you have been successful at creating something out of nothing. Fraternal twins are Nothing and Something — same origin, different inspiration. Let us explain.

More knowledge doesn’t mean more wisdom. Memory can be tricky. Memory grows roots and becomes less flexible when perception of time is passed. Hemispheric activity in the brain settles into ruts generated by constant replay in the mind of events, concepts and density-crushing dreams. An energetic deliberateness keeps the mind entrained to stale, sodden pathways of knowingness. It isn’t ferris-wheel movement but it is highly circuitous and more automatic than creative. In the circus of your mind, renovations are overdue. The rings of known acts are senselessly repeating themselves and the audience is getting restless. Density dances and sails through the tent at breakneck speed. Now that’s entertainment! Quite a show is now developing in the arena, centering on you. Let’s look at the next ring. It is all about your memory. And the next one is about — gasp!—your need and desire for love and happiness. And nearby is the announcer for the show, your Ego. Put your hands together, ladies and gents, for the greatest showman on Earth!

How many times have you felt like your life is a circus? Often you have competition for your attention, and that can keep you stuck in the rut of gasping for fear of losing your balance and falling flat on your face. It is a common reality on Earth that just won’t seem to go away. Like dreams of missing a bus or getting a mother’s day card from a child you never had, circus realities are just another mirror of folding space into the neat little package of 3-D and letting a lot of other dimensions get crammed into conceptual metaphor. When you put infinity into a bowl, something’s going to spill over. That is metaphor’s best quiet secret. Having a lot of extra dimensions around is confusing enough, but when you start to notice them leaking into your dreams, then you really begin to wonder what is real. It’s all real and it’s all illusion. What you see is only a reflection of what is real, and that is illusion. Or is it? Generally speaking, you know what reality is, and to a lesser extent you understand illusion. One is something, one is nothing. On that most people can agree. If you know what a real creature is, you know what an imaginary one is. But if you are confronted with an imaginary creature in your real-world reality, then you know nothing at all but learn quickly that a new nature is presenting itself to you in a radical way. Actually, it has not changed at all, but your perception has. Nemesis addresses you:

Silly human you are not, but blind and without understanding. Pick a spot to clear the debris away from so you can get a better view. Soon you will be nicely aware. A simple change in how you benefit those around you by allowing your natural and censored senses to remember how you really are will do the trick. Once you are able to look in a mirror, your bindings fall from your eyes and you can see what has been in plain view all along. What was before you, behind you, and within you become as love intended. Nemesis is love as God intended, which is pure and untainted by illusion. You are launching yourselves into a new reality when you allow Nemesis to crowbar your eyes open. Facts are that love is made into all things, that I am hard to shake as a teacher, and that you are sacred to your core. You create harmonies with your thought waves that alter the harmonies in your surrounding sleepwalk reality. Rather than saying that God grants you life within the confines of a world of limitation, it would be more correct to say that God lives, limited only by the confines of your mind. Facts: God is more fatherly to you because you need to heal the wounded father; love is more physical to you because you need to heal the heart of reality wounded by creating pain; and sanity leaves a lot be to desired by one who has lost everything to come live in the insanity of a world run by lunatics sapping strength from a sodden, world-weary tribe of renegades. Nemesis heals memory by largely erasing it, reintroducing the memory to itself as it was as events were being recorded on it. Nemesis is the Ghost of Christmas Past, Present, and Future; it is Roswell revisited; it is none other than you yourself now visiting you yourself then. I am in your dreams and your waking awareness. I am children of wounded adults. I am OM playing dress-up with you. Nemesis is not your enemy; it is the enemy of ignorance. Love is happily waiting for you to notice it coloring a picture for you in shades of wishes. Later, maybe, you will be able to see. A slow process is unfolding quickly now. In half a lifetime you have experienced both that which is a dead length of “Sergeant, yes sir” and “Hell no, we won’t go.” Up until now, any other option has been certain grief, ending in a dead silence. Now, however, is when all options are open to you for exploration and creative re-Nineing. What will you do? Bemoan nothing and embrace love with your whole being. Embrace everything as love being. Love and embrace all beings. Mafias are keeping an eye on everything no longer. Act from your heart without your mind determining what is politically expedient. That is the weave of Six. You are the weaver of Nine. Let knowledge grow and crippled no longer be. I am Nemesis. Keep up the good work.

Nemesis loves to have a say about her side of things. It’s always more sane to listen when she does. In life, there is an infinite array of possibilities for every assertion of being erratically lost in a maze of dreamlike realities. It is Nemesis’ craft to bring to your attention choices you could make and show you the consequences of those choices in a variety of shades of reality. It is your craft to choose, get and use reality to create, manifest, and perfect your experience in the reality you bring into being. Messing up, in your words, is merely using an experience Nemesis has prospected for you without knowing that the consequences would be less than optimal for your sane progress. Luckily, for every non-optimal choice, you have an opportunity to create another choice. In learning, you follow this pattern. Learning is the specialty of Nemesis. It is Nemesis who teaches you love’s secrets. Gasping for air, you become a new being under Nemesis’ tutelage. And now Nemesis has a new lesson for you to learn. It is about your own history as a species in a galactic community of being. Big choices await you. Learn well and you will get a shining star on your final exam. Nemesis awaits.

Continue on to chapter 13: World Evolutionary Stories Are So Thrown Together These Days

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Jump into a time warp with us and visit a sample of memory far, far away in time from you. Nemesis is our guide for this little excursion into the nearly black void of love. You may prefer to imagine yourself recklessly not bent in the direction of pain — both at the receiving and doling out ends of the spectrum. However, to keep your blinders on during the tour is to drop out of school before you learn how to read. It is much more of an adventure to be part of the tour. Frosty winds may blow, but on Nemesis’ side of the window, it’s always far more comfortable than you might think.

Nanoseconds of frames of the movie you are about to see are of a more knowledgeable reality than the one portrayed as the main story. It is only a story, however, while the nanoseconds portray a closer avenue to the sample of reality offered by Nature of Nine’s weave. Only you can discern which is which, for Nemesis only takes notes and passes on zero-point’s address and phone number. By making a branch of reality more sane than another, Nine gives you an opportunity to branch out into other realities so you can be more aware of your ability to create reality as you would prefer it to be, if not how you want it to be. However, in all cases of creating reality, you must take into consideration your primary reason for being at all, and that is to test out reality and report back to your soul what you have learned. Bends of less-than-desirable realities become more understandable when seen this way, and not as occasions for a rogue energy to play with you. OM does not consider you to be a plaything. OM says “I love you” in all things.

Can you visualize your prayer for sanity to be the norm, rather than insanity? You create both. You also create pain, brokenness, and rejection — not as failures to create otherwise, but as opportunities for your soul to come into greater understanding of love. Pieces of requests for greater sanity you have seen answered in what has seemed to be assessed on the merit of the relatively low dimensional basis of whether or not it has manifested in your tangible reality in a pleasing manner. Maybe that is a childish way to learn of something that jars one into a greater dimensional awareness. Maybe a more sane approach would be what appears on the merit of firing-off-a-request-for-a-new-car-and-someday-getting-one to be sane turned upside down. Maybe sanity on that basis is overrated. Maybe insane ideas are, in the bigger picture, more purely sane. It’s a thought, isn’t it? A story would accompany it well.

A door stood ajar on the new house across the street. Little Frankie was curious. He said, “What is on the other side of that door?” Like a curious kitten, he took a look around. On the new house was a little nest of birds. Looking at them, he understood. The door was a question, and the nest an answer. Satisfied, he turned and went on his way back to play and understand more.

What little Frankie was wise enough to see, he understood on a level of multidimensional thinking. He saw further on a level seemingly at odds with the reality of his question. He made the connection instantly and ventured no further in his curiosity. Knowing that a Nemesis/Nine polarity keeps venues ever interesting brings a multilevel dimensional awareness into focus. Nemesis will obligingly  bind your feet in trenches of cement until you notice Nine. When you do, you can begin to appreciate the multitude of realities Nature employs to answer all of your questions.

We are ready to embark upon our scheduled tour of the land of pain and knowledge of fun ways to see love in it. For the record, we do not endorse or accept ads from any of the entities or phenomena you may see. It is our purpose to guide you safely from one shore to another while worlds dissolve and appear all around you. Remember, this is a bonded promise from Nature: Everything changes, but love remains constant. Prayer for love to be present to you in the midst of scenes of mayhem may be helpful to take the edge off the realism of the show. It’s all real, of course… relatively speaking. As soon as you see a reality for what it is — which is love naturally made to physically appear holographically as real sad stories with no sane reason to want to live them because pain is perceived to be undesirable, but which is actually a single embodied soul’s greatest moment of dying to a belief system, questioning the limits of polarity and realizing they are one and the same — certain truths become apparent. For example, war can be perceived as Nemesis’ creative universal scenario in which embodied souls can release the need to kill, and in releasing their lives to the reality of the process of learning to overcome the negative effects of belief gone dark, can manifest the positive effects of belief in rebirth in realities of mastery of the irrationality of war. Dying to war grants mastery over it. Let us explore this further with Hell’s own demons as reminders of the multidimensional nature of reality. No animals or people were actually harmed in the process you are about to witness. They do, however, experience pain, so be generous with your compassionate jaw-dropping responses. And keep your mouth shut — don’t want to alarm anybody.

We begin with war, as it is such a perennial topic. Your world has been at war somewhere for millennia. It has made for a lot of nightmares and bad feelings from absolute fear to absolute degradation. It has stripped people of their homes, of their freedoms, of their lives. No one octave of the resonance of war is cross a morning wish for peace more than any other; it’s all of the same pattern. War sounds blaring, mad, and overly long and battle-weary. It loves. It is; all that is is love, so war is love. How do we see it? We look from a dimensional perspective. The nature of war is generally unpleasant. There is much pain, much brokenness, much mayhem. Love moves on sly, stealthy little feet. Nature assembles love as your soul wishes and as a group of souls wishes when they are praying the same prayer. Many souls may go on a reconnaissance mission, and when the same soul remembers a little bit about home, all the souls will look to see if home can be remembered for them as well. It is usually the case that love finds a crack in their mental and emotional armor. Pretty soon the whole thing is full of cracks, and finally it falls apart. What can cause such a crack? War, certainly. Also abuse, neglect. Cruelty witnessed, endured or acted out. Meanness of any kind. What happens is that normal life so deadens the senses, dulls the awareness, and cripples compassion, you become immune to the murmurings of love about home. As a creative entity, you wish for a way to let more love into your life, and you experience conflict. Enough people wish for love to save them from conflict to reach Nemesis’ attention as a scenario in which drastic action is requested and, voilá, you have war. And because you have the added safeguard of having your soul not remembering what home was like clearly, you find you are rather immune to its effects — until you feel them firsthand. That is where love finds a crack and gets busy with Nemesis to jog your memory. It’s not the most efficient system in terms of what you can do at any one time in your amnesic state, but it is the next best thing to perfect, if perfect is love aware of itself. Know you are greatly sacramented as divine gods when you allow love to rearrange your consciousness. Thus, war is a sacrament. It is not pleasant, but quite a sacred transformation occurs in the one who can act in perfect humility and not as a grandstanding “hero.” Humility grants a sense of nobility the grandstanding hero cannot achieve or comprehend. Love is humble in all its proud glory, for love’s pride is of the sort that a miracle is nothing more than a slow lesson come to a quick culmination and love’s glory is merely a reflection of the shimmering opalescence of consciousness shining intensely for nothing more than energetic harmony being achieved in material reality. Humility is more noble than nobility. It is more noble than men of war understand. To them, it must be ripped from their forms and if not replaced by fear, then killed. A man of war loses when this is the basis for his understanding.

Now, we are neither advocating dying for a “noble cause” nor are we trying to glorify so-called looting and pillaging — nor are we eliminating love from the equation of “war plus random acts of courage equals knowledge of lack of sense.” Love is in that eventually untenable reality. Love makes the equation balance by dabbling in a little creative mathematics. War is “A.” Random acts of courage is “B.” Lack of sense is “C” and knowledge is a function, denoted “f.” Now, the creative part. Where understanding had been that A + B = fC, love notates instead “A multiplied by D (which is nature) is equal to B multiplied by greater than war in an inverse relationship to heroic, humble humanity’s freedom to choose, plus OM”: AD = (B × (>A / (C/-1))) + ॐ. A reasonable mathematical representation of nature’s effect on a given situation is written thus: x^ॐτ sin z = 0, where x is anything, ॐ is OM, τ is OM’s material form, and z is variable choice. Divine presence in any situation or form will always interact with your choice and eventually percolate to zero-point. Even in war, love makes IF into WHEN. As the randomness of choice seems to animate reality, it forces the operation of this formula, forming infinite permutations of divine action. Zero-point is the constant love that nature makes into form, into creative energy, and into reality itself. It cannot be altered because it has no attributes. It cannot ever change because it is all possibility. No amount of divine intervention is required to keep it balanced because it is divine in nature. Zero-point is joy.

Now, joy is not war and it is not slavery and it is not low-vibrational. It is not criminally bent. Joy is the experience of God. Divinity aims at joy as its intention. You experience joy when you are in harmony with a tone of OM which binds itself to OM as its only source of perfection. It does not savor any flavor other than love. Any knowledge of love’s joy frees any knowledge of dreams of dark nature. Love projects itself as a nemesis to knowledge of ultimate darkness of light. By “nemesis” we mean that love-form that necessarily fills the mathematical formula given above as the term τ, which makes the reality from which τ is operating divide itself by an irrational number and nemesis will balance out to joy, eventually. There is a variable that corresponds to your choice, and in your reality that certainly means a lot!

More nodes of light are created from low-vibrational entities choosing to let go of their low-vibrational attachment and letting their crippled attributes quench their thirst for nemesis’ announcement of “harmony achieved” than are created by low-vibrational entities choosing to create noble activities so that they may feel the love of a limited natural perfection perfected in their own soul and not in the perfection of any other embodiment. Nemesis tempts such souls of the latter with many opportunities to choose otherwise until love has no blurred lines or sharp angles. When an opalescent shimmer has replaced them, harmony has been achieved. Love nibbles at the edges of man’s knowledge of divinity until love is all — and creation of love is all — that is seen and desired. At that point, love has rendered “no win” to “free to do anything” through a test of faith to dent your protective illusions of being special while everyone else is not. You are all special, and that becomes apparent when love has gotten past the creative rules and regulations your mind has set up by telling you, in some way, that you are loved. It is at that point that the game begins to shift. A doubly beneficial source of love is accessed when a low-vibrational entity is so divinely far-gone that no light is visible, but in fact love ignites a self-sustaining core of love within the low-vibrating heart that invites other low-vibrating entities to open to the shimmering light of mind in concert with heart. Prayer will guide even the most dark riddler of a soul’s expression to a light they can, of their own will, approach and embrace.

Divinity lacks nothing, questions nothing, embraces everything. Prayer opens a single entity’s biological being to a much greater range of being and makes a sacred act of even the most vile realities occurring in the various folds of time and space. Neither the energy love creates nor the energy love dissolves is ever lost to the rich possibility OM terrestrializes on Earth. Looking from the perspective of your soul, experiences of pain are experiences of life. Reality forms around the opening you create through the knowledge of polarity, one end in the reality of OM and one end in the reality of Earth. Nature is knowledge of non-harmonious as well as harmonious links to OM as the greater reality. Linking to the OM-dominant chord of frequencies is nature’s link to perfection and Nemesis’ Kafka-esque impressionable canvas of lesson-, dream-, and reality-dimensional projected thought. Be aware of your soul’s tone of frequency and secret nodes of light, and remember what you came to be on Earth to do. Your lessons, dreams and reality all reflect some aspect of remembrance, and your creations likewise reflect your understanding of your remembrance of your soul’s intent.

Pain is an experience of an enhanced sense of life moving too fast to be able to make sense of it. It is much like a big mass of energy moving though too narrow a tube. When you intensify your experience by energizing a situation that moves more energy than you can manage to integrate your personal experience of self with — yet a little of it is overly integrated — you will experience what you call pain. By slowly slowing down your natural cadence of actions and reactions, you may see a decrease in the intensity of pain and a tolerance for enduring it transform into a mere acknowledgment of the natural rate of sequences of events losing its sane orderliness to a temporary period in which chaos reigns supreme. The order of nature is perfectly balanced. Chaos neither asserts itself nor disappears; rather, it moves as a part of order’s grand perfection. Looked at globally, chaos is out of balance and pain is overactive. It is not something you must accept as a future, however. Know that chaos serves OM, too, generating energy lost to the natural slowing of atomic nuclear decay, making radioactive energetic density lighter and lighter. Keep loving your Self by making more of your lost, quit, or radioactive real-time, solar-flare-like dimensional experiences into loving, alive, and holy healings. None of the pain you experience is ever wasted. More of Nine is being woven into your reality when pain activates a clearing out of stale and stagnant life-force restrictions and energizes a more harmonious landing pad instead. What is landing? Only a new view of yourself, reality, and life’s normal, natural course of machining your soul’s optimal current Now.

Renegade lovers of Nemesis keep opening themselves to questions from those who do not understand the proper and beneficial use of pain. To them, it is an unpleasant sidebar to an otherwise pleasant storybook reality which they believe they inhabit, while the lover of Nemesis denies the euphoric state of denial and instead embraces pain as a life-affirming source of growth by creating augmentations to your neural hardware and Nining your awareness. Normally, you have a keen sense of pain while in the form of a human. When you are no longer bound by the human physical form, gradually you lose the memory of pain, until you are not aware of it as a motivational aid but you do understand its nature and state. Eventually from this understanding, you gain a more profound experience of it. A safe bet is to say that pain is a sample of reality you cannot sneeze at but you can change. Nine transforms pain into a necessary download of information which you can transcend in terms of experience, yet still data is obtained without distress or Nemesis’ participation — a much more comfortable experience yet no less valuable than pain felt and suffered.

Glass houses must be ready for the onslaught of rocks hurled at them when pain is unleashed. More than that, you must be ready to come to terms with shards of glass when you begin to realize your pain was not lost by brawling, focusing on what you feel causes pain, or by making your tolerance for pain higher. It is only in acknowledging, finally, the source of the pain as your resistance to creating a knowledge of your natural censor, which loves to edit out everything not supportive of justifying your pain. “Yet,” you protest, “isn’t there a lesson in the pain?” Indeed there is, but not one you learn by holding on to the pain. You must let go of the pain for the lesson to be integrated. When you are feeling pain from a splinter in your hand, do you know anything else but pain? You know you must remove it. Once you do, you do not cringe at the offending splinter’s power over you. You hold it firmly in your grip and throw it away. Were you to retain it in your hand, it would soon fester. How empowering it is to toss it away and think of it no more! Luckily, any pain is so disposable. You only have to hold onto it and pull it out. It only cuts on the way in.

Gay men and women are subject to pain because of their lifestyle choices in a social climate of intolerance and normality enforcement. Bent as they are to seek self in a same-appearing body and philosophy, they choose to endure pain as long as such a climate lasts. They choose to incorporate pain into their experience. Bearing the onus of society’s fear of loving the self, those labeled “homosexuals” are manifestations of self-love without creative dreaming coming to fruition. Love of self stifled with cancerous thoughts of self as morally incapable of free expression is a logic which finds its most natural product in homosexuality. On a grand scale, that is all that’s happening. Should the self be free to express its creative razzle-dazzle without a thought to appropriate political and advertising messages in the narrow world view of propriety and censorship, then men and women would seek the self in all rather than a dead-end nature walk in the great valley of enforced separation of cultural identity. When all people are able to love themselves without editing what seems to be unacceptable to a self-appointed censor — be that personal religious conviction or a personal belief in the sovereign authority of a governing body — then reality will manifest a more wholesome nature all around.

Now, when renegade hordes long ago descended onto the plane of Earth from the plane of knowledge of sadism as service to OM as a game, it was a totally different thing than sadism is now. The regulating device from the higher plane is understanding that the game is of love. As the legions of descended beings forgot how to play other games of love, a change in perspective rippled through the knowledge field from the originating point of the thought, “Where is love?” Consequently, a switch flipped and love was perceived as a game of sadism. Generally speaking, that switch is in need of flipping again, to the forward-motion setting of performing all things of love rather than sadism and remembering more clearly that love is all there is. Gratitude is the route we recommend as most direct and least doubtful. Game takes on a meaning relevant to wound healing, insanity soothing and jadedness transforming, as modulations are transposed into a new harmonic. Resonance rearranges an old order into a new chaos and then into a new order. Mastery of the old flips the switch. Mastery is achieved when hearts and lives open to pain as Zero-Point Station’s last stop before returning home. Zero-point naturally is a pain-free zone. Love is where all extremes end.

Continue on chapter 12: The Order of Divine Drama Is a Comic Space Story

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A node of beingness thou art. A reflection of love thou art. O person of Earth, never do one another brawling. To harm another is to harm yourself, and to harm yourself is to harm all. One may never be divided against itself. One is always one.

Pay attention here. We are about to launch on a radical trajectory and we need your full awareness if you are to open the throttle and launch with us. Here it is. Your most loving action is one which creates loving sine waves of length and time. Creating sine waves makes undercurrents of zero-point energy, and zero-point energy is the most powerful force in the universe. Zero-point power is matter near so low a vibration it is close to a state of pure possibility of form. Not a single slower vibration exists which you could still call being matter. In all the doings of your normal days, you never really are aware of the more subtle movements of energy going on around you. However, movements are energetically going on all the time in and around you. As you become more aware of your less-than-rational energetic interchanges, you can gain insight into the mechanisms of energy movement, intention, and love’s awesome power on the level of subtle energetics. Knowledge of such matters as density and dimension, Lord knows, is not very clear as far as getting to the mechanics of how energy works to dematerialize, how keeping the nature created as a life-sustaining hologram is only a matter of thought, or how love is the only knowledge necessary for meditating your way to safety. You don’t need more technical explanations at this point, however. A story will do nicely.

Lenses of a telescope were focused on a distant star. Hopes were to discover a far-away home base in wear or tear of which could be entertained the thought of colonization. How much they wished to find a new home base for their species, thought the people whose eyes were glued to the telescope. New worlds were few and far between, it seemed, for they had searched for decades and not yet found a suitable one. Long ago, their ancestors had found the world they now inhabited. War, loss of balance of nature, and general neglect had taken a toll, and they faced a future of environmental collapse of all life-support systems. Their planet was toxic. They had made it so. Now they sought to move to a world of pristine beauty, a new world loaded with natural resources they could extract and exploit. Men of greater understanding than they had a bone to pick with them, however. Moreover, neither of the keepers of the knowledge of history knew about their old ways, for if they had, there would be no need to search for a home base. Instead, the world on which they lived could be creatively tended and dreamed into lush, vibrant life. So the men of greater understanding visited the dimension of energetic nonsense they inhabited and made the following statement.

“Now hear of your means to dare to make for yourselves a new home on your planet. Neither do you need to wander the galaxy in search for one, nor do you need to perish. There is a way you have yet to discover. Let us share it with you and you will have a future in no time at all.”

No one moved. Were they paralyzed at the appearance of random chance offering them a chance to benefit at the game of life? Or were they ready to hear what the direct, Nemo-like beings had to say? Perhaps they were afraid of knowing, for then they would be responsible for cleaning up the mess they had made. In any case, the visitors at once motioned for a large screen to appear and on it danced pictures of light. Sole machine made no noise, but the pictures needed no accompaniment. Yet the people understood.

Frame by frame, the pictures outlined the history of their ancestors’ exploits. Going from one planet to the next, they traversed the galaxy in search of suitable habitation and abundant energy resources. As they settled, they exploited. Fancy ways of showing the truth were not needed, as the people watched with rapt attention. Over millennia, their race had completely, horribly, lovelessly abused planet after planet. When they had ruined their adopted home, they left. Millions of years of such reckless activity had left a wake of lovelessly abused planets behind them and little hope of finding a source of natural plenty ahead. Perhaps there was another way? Yes, there was. Men of greater understanding would show them, if they wanted to learn. Creating a world of pristine abundance was a matter of properly applied thought, love, and zero-point energy. First they had to come to agreement about whether or not they wanted to love themselves despite the carnage their ancestors had wreaked across the bright cosmos. If they could manage to do that, they could do anything, assured the men of greater understanding.

Uncomfortable with such disclosure, some of the ranks broke away and left, disgruntled. Portions of the remaining group needed no second invitation. Others were boggled but drawn. And some plainly were ready to create. In no time at all, the men of greater understanding had the screen again full of dancing images of light. Knowledge was made available through prosaic pictures. Great understanding was given to the people.

Love was the ladder and love was the door. Knowledge was only illumination but love was the way. Worlds were the product of thought and created through the powerful energy of love. Generating the insomniac battery of creation was zero-point love energy, made errorless by purity of intention. Nature’s basic frequency was patterned after zero-point energy, and all perfection draws its form from there. While energy of facts and figures could grow to be overwhelmingly complex, the truth at the core of any of them always kept its simplicity as zero-point logic. Pause here a moment while the people and men of greater understanding disperse and we close the storybook for a moment or two.

All right. Density and dimension neither exist nor don’t exist in the known universe. Only possibility exists absolutely in any sense at all, and from there all things either in or out of any mode of being come into existence. Of all spaces and times, you exist in the one that creates out of natural known parameters such as length, width, height, speed, distance, nothingness, modulation, mindfulness, elementality, grace, fate, lateral blindness, cycles, form, and sensuality. Did we cover destiny? It is part of the list, filed under fate and mindfulness. Now, knowledge of making history end and eternity begin, so to speak, comes with understanding your density and dimension as only one of infinite possibility.

In the eternity of knowledge — no matter what kind of knowledge — a direct nature is linked by dimensionality. Of one form is knowledge: love. Love makes knowledge vibrate with brightness. Frequency is a function of love. Of all frequencies, crazy as it may sound, the one that vibrates the fastest is also the one that vibrates the slowest. Zero-point exists at both ends of eternity. Now, is that possible? Yes. Everything and anything is possible. Possibility, you see, is really the name of the game. Possibility makes having a you exist in your reality as possible as having a you exist in an alternate reality simultaneously, or, more correctly, in a separate temporal space. Of all the natural worlds, yours is a distinct one from all others. Nature is a modulation made manifest which ETs from other temporal spaces helped to set on living sentient beings. Men of great understanding — you call gods — for many years visited your planet under various candid guises. Lending their naturally god-like, awesome abilities to the forces of people’s prayers, they were able to influence the development of the planet’s otherwise slow evolution. Gods did indeed roam the Earth, and they shall again openly walk among you. You will know them not as gods, but as friends and family. Prayer is the sure line of communication with OM in the form most appropriate to your intention and direct natural godness. If your prayer is characterized by love, then you will communicate with God in the form of love. If prayer to you means only questions and answers, you will receive only answers and questions. If you use prayer as a pathway to power, well, you will communicate with God as an entity of power, but you will never have as much as that entity. All sapient love takes the form most appropriate for you to realize some aspect of love which you forgot along your soul’s journey through the blind corridors of reality in your planet’s present dimension of experience. Thus, your dimension is linked with your intention and your natural mode of love.

Love is a distinct sorority of frequencies never out of synch with each other, never out of balance with each other, never garish nor far away, of pure Nine in essence. Nine is the most natural worldmaker of love, which not only makes worlds kapowed with love but also makes worlds totally bereft of love’s apparent existence. To tell the truth, all worlds are swimming in love’s creative soup. Only your hardware makes it seem more or less love-filled. Periodically, love will insert a big band of understanding for which you have little use until you are able to see love in everything. Closure keeps no account of wrong or right but does like always to be on the side of more love than fear. Closure only reaches its final conclusion having found love from loveless-appearing situations. No other means will do. Onion layers peel away, sometimes making you cry, until you reach the marrow, the invisible essence of the onion, deep within.

Neither of the modes of nature are more or less viable than the other. One drives knowledge of life and the other drives knowledge of death. Both are necessary in your dimension of binary opposites bound with a meso-modal idea of love as sacrificial blood or spirit, joy, or perfection of form. Knowledge of love moves from pole to pole in finding perfect balance and, having achieved it, understanding opens and polar opposites become love as a dovetailed circle of the braiding of opposites as polarity-less mono-modality. Mono-modality is a simplified expression which describes a complex interrelationship of fast or slow vibratory goals of meso-modal love vibrating back and forth between extreme ends of a section of a continuum. As one extremity perfecting its experience of love comes into contact with a necessary vibratory energy of razor-thin nature, great amounts of mono-modal energetic creativity are made manifest. Of nature’s prayer is love-ness, itself the result of OM’s response to nature’s prayer for order and movement towards rationality of creative play. Love or not-love is not the answer to the question, “What are the poles between which knowledge vibrates reality into being?” Rather, any two aspects of reality are suitable as polarities between which love exists as the zero-point of no disturbance, no oscillation, where peace is manifested in perfect order and perfect chaos of rationality. Near a dream of dormant nodes of possibility is the energy of zero-point. It is nature in its most unformed form, its most possible possibility, its most loving expressionless expression. Of all possible natures, that which exists between extremes is also the most varied in variety of knowledge of itself. Of all possible realities, the one that exists between good and its polar opposite of evil is your present home. It is also ours, but we have come to a clearer nodal point of knowledge of the nature of the node between those poles and its perfection. When you stop resisting knowledge of evil as more odious than good and instead understand it as a counterpoint to harmony, an element of painful experience can be understood as an experience of pain. The difference is that the latter is manifest as a clear bend of perception of your experience, while the former is your experience in the fullness of pain. One you can control, one controls you. That is a sine wave of either/or, but it is also a zero-point that exists neither apart from nor as a part of any sine wave of good/evil, bad/good, good/tame. Get the point? Any two attributes of reality can be cast as polar opposites. Understanding the balance between them is the understanding of love.

Knowledge of more than one zero-point is, of course, how you travel from one level of beingness to another. It is not pushing your way through but opening your heart to the point of stillness at any given point in your life experience. Near the point of absolute stillness is oneness. When you approach oneness, you approach zero-point and you approach pure possibility. Near pure possibility is OM. Love knows of the way there. Let us depart for a brief story.

Nothing had moved for a long time. All was still at Zero-Point Station. Neither out nor in moved any breath; neither in nor out moved any god-ness. In the stillness of peace was rate slowed to a long eternity of being. Long of night and long of day, long of breathing in and long of breathing out, it seemed, was the eternity of OM’s possibility. Methodically, each perfection sounded its tone in order of creative vibratory knowledge of the nature of its origin. Moving tones created melody and melody created form. Length jammed against width, making dimensionality. Zero continued to exist in all things. Zero exists still. More of your energy heats the Earth than the sun does. It is your energy of life which makes the Earth live. It is zero-point which is the camera of the knower of all. The light which emanates from OM is the quiet love that the lens of faceless God brings into focus in created form. You are nature, O human. All of divine creation is reflected in your eyes. God is reflected in your eyes. No matter how despised you are in the eyes of men, God’s eyes see you as a divine work. Wake up to your divinity, Sleeper. Love asks you to dream a loving dream, to see God when you look at a child, at a bum, at a hate-filled murderer. Love is there, too, just as it is in the mirror. Waves of grace wash over you.

Now, it is a very long time since anything moved at Zero-Point Station. Zero-point is a very still place, but not boring or dull. Rather it is where all possible worlds are born. It is where both poles of good and evil meet. It is where both poles of any binary aspects of juxtaposed realities meet. It is where all dreams, all heres, all creation exist as a seed and where all life vibrates without movement. Love passes waves of beingness through the soundless echo, not making a pin-drop of silence to disturb life’s long prayer of made love. Long waves of energetic knowledge of OM’s own prayer move beingness toward exocratic nature beyond zero. Zero frames OM’s selfhood in knowledge of matter’s nature. Zero leaves a trail of crumbs for you to follow back to OM. Far from nothing is zero. It is all, formless, slow of movement yet fast of living vibration, so fast it vibrates not at all. Love is its core knowing, no more.

Here is nature, making forms out of light, creating life from death, moving through everything, molding God into shapes and creatures alive with what essentially is love. A creature as simple as a protozoan is essentially love in form, and its form is appropriate for its reality. Your form is appropriate for your reality. Nature forms love according to the movements of love’s long prayer of beingness, knowledge of God as creation role model — as a lens through which OM’s essence is refracted and focused in perfect detail — and OM’s lasting prayer of overknowing of harmonic concordances, and since love is moving through all, all of nature is filled with the movement of love. Movement is intention, knowledge of self as OM-sourced thought, and something more. Love includes in its sisterhood of attributes the nouminous art of creation by thinking, which is Nemesis’ favorite game. Love loves Nemesis because she is so good at the game of making something out of nothing and is always gracious in her role. When Love is ready, it’s time for a new game.

Ready? Yes, love, we’re talking to you there, reading these words. You are love, so we ask you. Certain very prominent game-players would like to invite you to join them, but host is not sure you’re ready. If you want to play their game, you must relinquish your other game altogether or you won’t make a good game-player. It is less a game of chance, yet the rules are not complicated. The rewards are far greater than in any other game you know, yet the costs to play, if you play well, are minor. To play, we suggest you let us show you a sample round, after which you will be fully ready to decide without hesitation or regret. Is there risk involved, you ask? Considerable amounts, but no danger, no penalty, and no cost analysis. Now, we will demonstrate. The name of this game is “Do As Thou Lovest” or, “Nemesis Naturally.” Here’s the set-up. You, as a player, have a most beautiful life. All the other players also have most beautiful lives. Make an intention to bring more beauty into your life. It’s your turn. How would that look to you?

This is where the game gets interesting. As you formulate your intention, rascally Nemesis hears your heart’s input as well as your mind’s. She notes all the inconsistencies in your logic and draws up a plan to bring out a more meaty intention, something you can really sink your teeth into and obtain a true sense of satisfaction and nourishment to your body and soul. Know this is Nemesis’ greatest love act to you, one which leads to joy and gratitude for those who noiselessly play. Nine is the number of the vibration of the show and gives all the players a high degree of aptitude not by making them change but by letting them change, as they wish, reality, perception and space/time by letting their vibration rise in direct relation to the joy they can generate, by not dying to their soul’s quest for perfect love, even if that requires that they bid good-bye to a branch of reality they find comfortable or vital to their continued existence. Nine is the note that changes the melody from minor to major, the modulator from slavery to freedom, the key of harmonic resonance that necessitates the dissolution of one reality and the spontaneous assembly of another. Nature is of Nine and constantly bunches its diversity into bundles of relative noetic form. In one instant, the most disastrous event is suddenly shifted itself into the most radiantly beneficial, generating joy where was misery and fear. The mover of perception, the weaver of new worlds is Nine. Nemesis is Nine’s agent of change, and love is its sole operational goal and certainty of self-expression. Nine may, in its workings, nearly drive you to the edge of sanity, but it will not push you over. That decision is yours alone. Rather, Nine will show you the nest of vipers you have been mistaking for a bed of roses. It will put your eyes on a few new pieces of information that may not feel quite right and show you a door to a new understanding. New understandings lead to new realities and consequently to the edge of what you had always accepted as sane and solid. It is the thread spun by the spindle of Nine that necessitates your movement from one reality to another. It is Nine which carries your consciousness on the resonance frequency that modulates your reality from bodily wisdom to cosmic prayer of beingness.

You cannot enter a doorway without a key. Nine is the key. On the other side of the door a new reality awaits. Opening it can be a little tricky. Thus, Nine has the added dimension of love as its lock-picking device as well as the nemesis’ genius as its maker of keys. Knowledge of a natural modulation of overtones will always open even the most stuck door. More than that, it will also quite often render dramatic action unnecessary. It would be well to explain this further with a story.

Once Dark and Light were having coffee at a little café. Light made a remark about moving to a saner little café for their next get-together, Maverick’s. Dark suggested they also try a new place he knew, called Last Chance. Agreed, they parted. For Light, Last Chance sounded a little bit like a maverick kind of name, while to Dark, Maverick’s sounded a little bit like a pirate hangout. Last Chance was, of course, far from that, as was Maverick’s far from a renegade playground. Light was more comfortable at Maverick’s and less comfortable at Last Chance. Dark was more comfortable at Last Chance and less comfortable at Maverick’s. However, the two diametrically opposite friends kept meeting from time to time and from each other gained an appreciation for the nuances of opposites in relative natural balance. So much did they enjoy each other’s company that eventually they made a nice movement toward slowly understanding each other as an aspect of themselves. Neither made a rare find in that, but loved learning about their own makeup in each others’ reflection. Zero-Point was the meeting place, no matter what the café was called. Maverick’s made sense to Light as a lost cause of hope questing for a happy ending as an act of faith in a far-away land of war and mayhem. Light was moving towards zero-point when it moved towards Dark. And so with bent hope, Light entered the field of no resistance of being light at the love juncture’s natural melting spot of zero-point. Likewise Dark had some reluctance coming to Maverick’s because it is a challenge to Light on a sovereign level of awareness. For Dark to go to Maverick’s at Zero-Point is for Light to go to Last Chance and to feel at home. No one could blame Dark for not wanting to make an appearance at Maverick’s or for Light to bow out on Last Chance. Bending their own creative knowledge of self, they made massive forays into the cafés at Zero-Point, and when they did, they always had a good time. Whether or not they knew it, the land of Zero-Point is one of neither light nor dark. When they entered the café, they were stripped of their identity as either Light or Dark and became their true selves. Light and Dark became pure energetic beingnesses of love. When they left after a cuppa joe, they neither remembered nor cared to remember the social call, and again remembered their identities as Light and Dark. Never can they meet, never can they be joined in the same place except for the cafés at Zero-Point Station.

Now, light and dark are of course able to blend as shadows and color, but light only is light and dark only is dark. Light cannot be dark in the world of polarity; neither can dark be light. They can, however, each cease to be hostile forces, antagonistic longings when they meet at the point of pure beingness as love, as energy without nature, neither moving nor not moving nor needing to move. Love only exists as a massless idea. At zero-point it is at its closest to being ultimately without mass; at the extremes of polar opposites in a reality of dimension it pours itself into Kemo Sabe, into forms that generate lasting impressions in the minds of men of insufficient awareness to see love as a more or less omnipresent knowledge inhabiting all forms. Long before there were any forms or dimensions — or any Earth, for that matter — love is. Gas or mass, love is in it. There is nothing that love is not. At the point where all identification with polarity ends, love begins. Nothing more and nothing less than love need be known by the person whom Nine gives the key to. Let us indulge your curiosity about Nine a bit more with an extremely short story.

Peace.

You see, Nine is neither a natural deity nor an entity. It is neither last nor first among the created All. It loves and it does nothing else. Knowledge is its form and divinity its nature. You are pure love in knowledge of the now, knowing the order of samples of One through Nine. Love not only maps its arrangement of the energetic particulates naturally written on the address of your soul’s manifestation of physical nature, it also maps its energetic prayer for Nine’s brick creation to be kept pure from codes of lead and radioactive ratios of harmonic resonance. It is one thing to be under the light of the sun, yet quite another to be under a dark star. The message carried on waves of light is one of life, while that carried on the radioactive field of pulsations was one of death. It is life that continues, not half-life. It is light that makes dark seek love. It is dark that makes light seek greater light, greater love than it knew or imagined, for every foray into the dark world of pain undertaken with the intent to integrate a greater understanding and experience of love is done as a pilgrimage to zero-point. Mastery of zero-point generates the brilliance of a star. Mastery of zero-point moves you beyond dual poles of reality and into another dimension altogether. Nine creates the passage from one dimension to another and moves among dimensions as easily as you walk from one room to another in your home. Love is the stuff between dimensions as well as the stuff in them. It’s all energy in different forms making different kinds of realities and opportunities for OM to experience love. Machinery of love is at either end of a polarity, neither moving sanely nor rationally toward its opposite.

Nine senses the movements of love doing its natural length and width and depth ordering in time in your reality. Nine also senses the movement of love gasping for air in the divine soup of dimensional chaos. In either of the movements along or far removed from polarity, love is, and Nine loves. Nemesis motions you toward one pole or the other and so is an entity. You are an entity, too. However, you, Nemesis, and Nine are all made of love, as both a noun and a verb. You are love. You love. There is nothing else you are or do. Now, let us explore another natural movement, the movement towards pain as an initiation into greater awareness. You may be surprised at the secrets your soul has been keeping from you.

Continue on to chapter 11: Sado-Masochism Spaces You Out

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