Back in 2009, the Master Kuthumi said:
“Once the soul passes through the invisible doorway and enters the time of the unknown, all rules change and there is nothing but the propulsion of the soul that can get you through the maze that lies ahead.
“This is why it is so essential that the soul be cleared of all debris before entering this higher arena of life. Many will journey, unprepared, and will find themselves struggling in chaos that they have never encountered before. …
“This day will represent the first days of the reckoning, and all must prove their worthiness of maintaining their positions of Mastery as the world journeys into the higher worlds that rest on the horizon.” (1)
The debris we’ve cleared away so far seems like nothing compared to the debris that lies ahead.
I struggle in chaos that I’ve never encountered before. Nothing but the soul can propel me through this maze.
All that served me no longer serves me. My lifelong friend – my anger – has become a liability.
It got me through the crises of my younger years. It was my winning number. And every fresh extension of fearlessness, bravery, courage was a matter of huge if secret pride for me.
All the films from The Ten Commandments to Lawrence of Arabia. All the Classics Illustrated from Prince Valiant to GI Joe. All the Landmark books from Alexander the Great to John Paul Jones.
Always wanting to be brave, always wanting to stand up to the black hats, no matter what.
Goodbye to all the memories of the fights I’ve fought – hoods, bullies, robbers. Goodbye to all the threats in concept only – the triads, drug cartels, men in black, Illuminati – all the social perils and corrupting influences.
Goodbye to a lifetime of standing forth and facing down. Always, always pushing myself to stand up to violence, becoming unseen in the process an angry man myself.
Always I was fighting my father. I realized the other day that I had indeed become him. I’ve been told that on occasion but I never saw it until now. Yes, I have indeed become my father, an angry old man.
All that one is left with in these latter days is one’s unfinished business. In my case, anger consumes everything in its path, finally turning upon me and consuming me at last.
As I’m being drawn through the eye of the needle, kicking and screaming, there’s no longer room for me and my shadow. One of us must be left behind.
I must divest myself of my good old friend, my shadow. My metaphorical mace, sword, knives, suit of armor – all must go.
As I look through my scrap book, my book of scrapes and scraps, I realize that my greatest friend is leaving me. My anger had my back.
As the energies relentlessly squeeze us like a wet towel, every last drop of poison in our systems, every last toxin is wrung out of us.
Oh, one more day. One more glorious fight.
How hard it is to let go of you, my friend, my ally, my anger.
(1) “Master Kuthumi Provides Guidance to the World of Our Future,” through Norma Milanovich, Oct. 5, 2009, at http://lightworkers.org/channeling/89604/master-kuthumi-provides-guidance-world-our-future