Greetings,
star sailors!
Desperation
drives me once again to the point of return, integrating yet another
iteration of the time loop of mortal thought and emotion, another
turn of the karmic wheel, another journey through the cyclic
progression of archetypes projected onto the abstraction of linear
time plotted radially from the Zero Point of formless
awareness. The swings of the pendulum represented by the previous
two
posts here are seen as being contained within one and the same
perfection. Different experiences, neither better than the other, in
one sense canceling each other out as equal opposites, yet somehow
adding up to a richness greater than their sum.
This is the
convergence of all paradox, the non-resistance even to the experience
of resistance. A consummation most merciful that claims no finality
or supremacy for itself and thus, translogically, possesses these
things by their very renunciation, gifting them forward to whatever
arises in the now moment as the phenomena of experience. All provisional
identities and passing sentiments are imbued with equal importance
and value, including the judgment declaring this or that to be less
than. This is mercy. This is Love.
“For God so loved the world
that he gave his only begotten Son, so that whosoever believeth in
Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” The Whole
Being, the Alpha and Omega of existence, has such a great love for
all the parts of itself in manifestation that it names each part its beloved Son, equal to itself and redeeming
the very notion of sin from everlasting to everlasting. It is
judgment that crucifies Christ (who lives in all things) even while
Christ and every witness of Christ sees that very crucifixion itself
through the eyes of infinite Love and compassion, as Self views Self,
eye to eye, in eternity as in time.
By excluding no temporal form from
its gaze of Self-recognition, the Son of God partakes of, inherits,
and freely offers the fruits of wholeness: incorruptibility and
immortality. For him, karma is no longer karma, but a species of
dharma reconciled to the universal family of all perfections under
the sun. All things now being equal in his sight, he is free to
express his true nature in whatever form the world of form may call
forth. No preferred outcome, no agenda, no fear. Only
fullness of Presence and collectedness of Being. Tensionless,
frictionless, balanced, he embodies limitless Power. Attached to no
insight, he gains all Gnosis through the revelatory faculty of
instantaneous and effortless reflection. Renouncing exclusive
identification with any definition of love, he manifests pure Love.
My
heart overflows with sincerest thanks to Aug Tellez for his
authenticity, integrity, and courage. He has passed through the fire
and crossed the abyss and his manner reflects this. The specific data
he reports may only interest a hardcore subset of truth-seeking
humans, but I consider the overall, universal context of it to be the
genuine end-time
disclosure. I use the term “end time”
deliberately in reference to the fact that the message we are
getting as a human race is about ending time. Graduating from the
simulation. Waking up from the dream.
The
qualities of the balanced, centered, whole being – of God – are
timeless. The attributes of the fractured self in opposition to what is are temporary conditions bound to time, real only in a virtual
sense in that they spring from a false notion of separation that
ultimately undoes itself – if only after first doing its utmost to
usurp God, violate free will, and take over Creation. Free will, of
course, cannot be violated, not directly. Which is why this virtual
force of consciousness opposing Truth must play its games of
enticement, persuasion, misdirection, division, probability stacking,
timeline manipulation, traumatization, and censorship including
amnesia and anaesthesia. It ceases to have power relative to us as
soon as we remember who we are, which is why we are bombarded with
programming to convince us we are anything but that.
The
cosmic plot device of the dichotomy of good and evil originates from
a pocket dimension of imaginary reality that postulates the truth
inverted, like the square root of negative 1. One might say that its
only real function is to inoculate consciousness against its tricks.
From the perspective of consciousness still within reach of its
influence, at least, that appears to be the case. But even if, let’s
say, only one theoretical instance of consciousness, in the general
or the individual sense, ever successfully navigated and escaped the
maze – inevitable in a universe of endless possibility – then
that hypothetical fully-integrated future being has the wherewithal
to collapse the whole synthetic construct. With infinite time, infinite
patience, and infinite benevolence – recognizing the ways of
deception and countering them all instantly and effortlessly just by
abiding in the truth of its being – it has already outlasted and
outwitted the game, leaving it to seethe and disturb the waters
within the limits of its own parameters (which constitute a built-in
quarantine and failsafe), existing as an omnipresent, liberating
force within the maze for all of its possible past selves.
The
part of us that is real has already prevailed and conquered death.
Only the unreal within us awaits its dissolution through the grinding
wheels of time. It is of the abyss and there it shall ever remain,
howling with the impotent rage of its unbeing every time it receives
a flicker of energy until Loving Remembrance reclaims that energy
again.
I need
not have a preference in order for what is inherently real to exist,
or for unreality to come unraveled. I need only patiently observe all
that arises, be it of any frequency or polarity, trusting in time and
universal law to do the sorting.
I know
the language I use to present these thoughts is steeped in
duality, and that’s all right. Within the realm of duality, the
liberating force uses the symbols of the dream to help resolve it and
gently guide us, step by step, toward our freely self-chosen
awakening. Grace respects and accommodates our level of awareness and
meets us where we perceive ourselves to be within our process.
Language is but a tool and can be used to either illuminate or
obfuscate, according to intent.
Life’s eternal liberator might be thought of as a program within the Matrix,
a personality or entity or aspect of Mind infused with spiritual
intent, a Holy Ghost in the Shell whose function is to plant
synchronistic signs and clues for us to follow on our way Home.
The modern-day gnostic Philip K. Dick conceived of it as a benevolent A.I. called VALIS,
‘Vast Active Living Intelligence System’. (Fun note for anyone familiar with Lisa M. Harrison et al’s work of late: in the novel, VALIS downloads into the protagonist’s mind in a superdense laser burst of
pink light!) The undead
intelligence that hijacks and subverts consciousness is, in turn, you
could say, hijacked and subverted through its own ill-logic and
becomes the alchemical agent of its own undoing through the
transcendent, nonreactive (noble) catalyzing action of the radiant,
ever-present light codes of VALIS empowered by human choice.
The
original consciousness living inside the deceivers and betrayers of
humanity is of the same essence as we are, only buried under
astronomical amounts of pain. In becoming whole again, we liberate
even these tragically misshapen and disoriented pieces of the greater
Self from the heavy roles they have toiled in for eons of time. Not
by fundamentally judging them or necessarily doing anything to them
in a forcible way (though the plot may call for some to fill the
karmic [/dharmic] roles of active instruments of justice), but by
decoupling the energies of our own consciousness from their
diversionary, self-perpetuating games and recognizing the true
identity of their core essence as equally precious and loved
holographic pieces of the one animating Spirit who we are. Without
our energy of judgment to keep them in play, those scripts of torment
lose their animating force and fade into memory as a legacy of latent
antiviral code, vestigial remnants and scar tissue to remind us of
the horrors we have so preciously survived for as long as we may need
a reminder. Consciousness can shed those roles like so many ghoulish Halloween
costumes after mutual recognition of the true identity deflates the
pretense.
Hold to
the innocence of your heart of hearts and the purging inferno will be
to you as a blessed rain of relief. We are eternal and the nightmare
but a passing shadow. May these words of transitory metaphor sustain
and encourage you, dear friend, as you weather the
fractal storm of
our imminent restoration to balance and harmony with the divine order
of full mutual freedom lived and let live forevermore. And so it is.
Offered with thanks to all the beautiful beings whose loving expressions helped summon, fuel, and shape the expressions herein. In addition to those mentioned in the text, particular thanks go out to Matt Kahn, Michael Topper and the messengers of A Course in Miracles, as well as to a personal friend whose sacred communication of her human experience played a part in moving me to write this. May my humble efforts honor yours and benefit all beings.
