Well, this is alright. I’m getting driven around the countryside on nice outings and fed ice cream, pakoras and black-cherry juice. I could get used to this.
And my wife and I have had great long discussions of the 2012 scenario. Some of her comments were so astute that I have to repeat them here.
I discussed how we were shifting from carbon to crystalline and she said, “Oh, the lump of coal is becoming a diamond.” Well, that’s a darn good way of putting it.
Then she wanted to look at Ascension (as far as I could discuss it). We talked about how the rising light energies will ultimately result in a change of vibrational frequency and she said, “You mean, like with water. If you apply heat, it changes state to steam.” Well, that makes a lot of sense.
Then we discussed new healing techniques, some of which will involve colors and sounds, which the present generation has pooh-poohed but which will some day be vindicated. And she said, “From woo-woo to wa-hooo!!!!” Well, yah, that’s precisely it. May I quote you, dear?
So I’m having fun over here. The lights haven’t come back on yet or maybe I’m just holding out for steak and lobster.
But to take off my clown mask for a moment and be sober-sided. It’s obvious to me that my days as a ten-piece, one-man band have come to an end. I can blaze away for a short period, but I keep ending up in Burnout City. My plan is to stop all extraneous activity and simply concentrate on what I love – which is research and writing. Not posting news articles. (Maybe a few.) Not doing very much else. Just research and writing. If no one else posts the other articles, they may not get posted. That’s the hard decision I’ve refused to make, until now.
Consider what’s happened until now a demonstration project. It has demonstrated that there is a great desire out there for news of what’s going on – news that’s informed as much as possible by insight into the “real” history of this planet, the doings of the Powers That Were, the nearness of Accountability, Disclosure and all the other coming events.
If however we need it to go forward, then I’m going to need others to join our merry band. I’ll continue to play the slide trombone, but not the violin, piano, drums, and several other instruments, all at the same time.
Now I have to say all my caveats. And I do so as humbly as possible. Let me put aside the town crier hat and put on my serious talking-head hat. Those who come on board need to be able to work with minimal supervision. If not, and I find myself needing to answer a flood of email from editors every day, then I’ve simply traded an editorial role for an administrative role: same pain, no gain.
Additionally, people who come on board, if you will allow me to say it, need to be spiritual adults, winning in the battle against the ego, discerning, etc. They have to have a strong commitment to the truth and be willing and able not to publish something simply because it comes from a lightworker unless it also passes the sniff test, no matter who it comes from. We have to be willing to get to the bottom of all that’s happening right now, as far as we’re able.
If you also know WordPress, all the better.
So if that description fits you and you’re willing to take on a piece of the work, do drop me a line.
I may publish the odd article for now, until I’m rested. But fundamentally I’m waiting for the brain to come back online, for the synapses to begin firing again, and for that steak and lobster to show up. Actually I’m just holding out for a little more pampering. And for a few more great lines from my date-for-life.
And for any who are concerned, please know that with me, everything is grist for the mill. It doesn’t matter if I’m up or down, well or sick, lights out or lights on, it’s just looking at this moment of now, and looking at the next moment of now, observing, understanding, taking note. That doesn’t just apply to now, but forever. There is never a moment in which we are not here, never ever, and every moment is an additional opportunity to learn. And I certainly enjoy learning. And I may also develop a liking for being pampered.