Thoughts, thoughts, too many thoughts. I once went through some workshops offered by a so called Mystery School, and the guy who was teaching it was a so called Ritual Master. Interesting to me that one of the things he talked about was slowing our thoughts down. That allowing our minds to just fill our heads with undisciplined and chaotic thoughts is one of the reasons we have trouble manifesting what we want in our physical reality. He talked about how those who aspire to work with the forces of creation and manifestation have worked diligently with practices designed to slow down the mind, so that specific thoughts, accompanied by strong will and intent pack more punch. It was also interesting to me that years later when I called him about some very strange paranormal type goings on, he made it clear that the people he works for have big money to pay him for what he does. He didn’t elaborate on what he does.
I am writing about this now because of where I intend to go with this. I have a view of the world, and what’s going on in the physical outer show of reality, that heavily relies on what I pick up from the unseen realms. I can’t prove any of it, and I can offer no evidence that I am correct. As I have stated before, I used to just think I had an overactive imagination. Perhaps that is true. But I have found it very interesting that over many years of filing away what I pick up, and then working with others who can do what I actually think we all can do, that much of what I have picked up, time and time again, has slowly, eventually, over time, proven correct. Sometimes years later I will read something that verifies what I have picked up intuitively. Trust in this process has been gained over a long period of time.
For me, this process has led me to a great deal of interaction with what I will call the astral realm, a reality we all enter when we sleep but mostly don’t remember. A lot is going on there, and it is not bound by time, or a need to eat or sleep. A whole other reality exists there, that while not physically tangible, is none the less very real. This is where the idea of the difference between knowing and belief come in. I have had so many forays there, met so many beings, and had so many experiences, that it is no longer a question of belief, but one of knowing. It’s true, that my perceptions of what I experience there could be and most likely are interpreted based on my beliefs and expectations, although I receive surprises all the time that are totally unexpected. Sometimes I truly don’t know what to make of what I see and hear, and just file it on the shelf for later to see if something else comes along to fill in the gaps, to be either verified, modified, or discarded.
So for me, when people talk about what is going on “out there” in our physical reality that we are all mostly hooked into, I almost always have a whole other set of data that I use in my assessment of what is actually going on. In other words, we all wake up every day basically in the same reality, even though our experience of it widely differs from one another based on our experience, location, beliefs, and expectations, and so on. When people talk about anything really, from religion, medicine and healing, to politics and more, I tend to keep my mouth shut about what I see in the astral, and the conversations I have with beings there. No rubber room for me!
But this ties in rather directly to another conversation going on here on the forum about politics. The right and the left, and so on. What I see is mostly derived from my experiences in these unseen realms, so once again, can not be proven at all. I don’t try to convince anyone, and have no problem with those who have arrived at a different conclusion. What I see is a total manipulation, by unseen forces, from these unseen realms, by beings most have no conscious awareness of. They have the ability, at least some of them, to overshadow the consciousness of individuals within the construct, so that it becomes difficult to correctly assess where an individual, especially those who wield considerable influence and authority in our world, are really coming from. The truth may be that the individuals themselves may not be fully conscious of this overshadowing and manipulation from the unseen realms.
But what I actually see going on is basically a takeover of monumental proportions. As I read many years ago in a thread on Project Avalon by 9eagle9, they gave us their mind. I find this imposition on my own consciousness all the time, and recognize thoughts that don’t seem to be my own, and that I am not actually in accord with. I kick them out of my mind on a regular basis, and this is an ongoing every day kind of thing. It gets very difficult to separate what is really me, with what in reality is part of what I call the overlay on consciousness. In my mind, it doesn’t feel at all like it’s intentions are in any way for my benefit or ultimate striving for personal freedom, at least over what the fuck I think. I use this rather harsh language, because to me it feels as though we are at war. And it is a war on our very consciousness, our ability to even think our own thoughts, thereby making choices that are truly in alignment with our highest good, and efforts to extricate ourselves from this mind prison.
It hasn’t always been this way. I also receive many visions of other times and places that were much different than this current roll out of reality. It doesn’t have to be this way, and many of these memories of other times and places are very vivid. I think this is why they really don’t want us to remember our true stories of how we got to where we are. When we consciously remember what we are capable of as spirits in human body suits, we will be unstoppable. And these forces in the unseen realms that work to further our enslavement will no longer be able to influence us to participate in our own demise. So this basically sums up why I don’t even have an opinion about who the good guys are, or even who the bad guys are, unless you can talk about that which we don’t physically see that operates behind the scenes. It is vastly more intelligent (only because it is not bound by time or the physical, cannot die, and never loses it’s memory from lifetime to lifetime). It can manipulate both sides of the equation in mind boggling ways, and from what I can tell does so on a continuous basis.
Thankfully, I have also identified many allies in these unseen realms, whose intentions are to help extricate us from our predicament, and are not trying to enslave us, but are rather trying to help us help ourselves on our way to getting free of this construct based on predatorial principles that do not honor the gift of life. In my mind, we never really die, but only change our form rather frequently. I don’t think the original intention was to imprison us, and then manipulate our physical experience from day one. I actually experience myself in spirit form all the time, as well as the physical attachment I have with this body. I see it as a gift, one that was bestowed as an opportunity to experience the manifest realms of creation, and as a chance to explore and enjoy this amazing biological wonder we call earth.
In conclusion, I don’t worry about myself so much, and the ultimate outcome of this outer show we are experiencing. I have definitely noticed the cyclical nature of things, and realize that nothing goes on forever in the same way. The pendulum of experience appears to swing back and forth, or actually more in a spiral, so that this outer reality will continue to undergo change. In fact, if you talk to different people in different parts of the world, it’s easy to see that while some are having one type of experience, someone else is having an entirely different experience, to the point where you could almost say they are not experiencing the same reality at all. Some could care less about what governments are doing, and some are just doing their best to survive.
What I do seem to be unable to keep from worrying about is actually the construct itself, not the overlay. I worry about the incredible biodiversity that exists here, and it’s wanton destruction hurts my heart. My friends, family, and loved ones I worry about, especially those who are completely tied to this reality as if it’s all there is. I worry about the many life forms whose very existence is imperiled. I love this earth, for in a very real way it is tied to my very beating heart. We are connected in a way that does not lend itself well to words, but fills my being with wonder, every day, the miracle of life here. Whoever, whatever, actually designed all of this is not harmful in intent, and this I feel in my very bones, to the depth of my being. I am for life. Even though physical forms are all transitory, each of them is sacred, and holy, and to be honored as a gift. This is what my inner knowing tells me.
And I can’t prove a thing. Just me, rambling on as I often do. But it feels good to just let it all hang out, and now I can move on to other things, like feeding myself and my many furry friends.
I’m not myself today, maybe I’m you