Another result of connecting with so many lightworkers in so concentrated a time is that my creative juices have started flowing in a way they had not previously, in a flow that was not there before.
Insights are coming and unacknowledged capabilities are presenting themselves in important ways.
I think we call this “blossoming” and it’s all traceable to the cross-pollenation of our seeing each other.
For instance, I saw last night that I had something important backwards.
I’ve been looking for certainty around questions of existence and truth by resorting to my outer knowing. I look for facts, use measurements and rely on externally-based logic, etc.
But last night I became aware of my inner knowing and saw how neglected but absolutely critical the certainty generated by my inner knowing was.
I was thinking how love was everything and yet, at the same time, my mind said “How can love be everything? Your hand is made of flesh, not love. This car is made of iron, not love.”
But something inside me welled up and said, “I know that love is everything.”
And I pushed that something aside, noticing as I did that I always push aside this … whatever it was.
But this time I noticed that … something, that … inner knowing.
So this time I decided to let it up. And the more I let it up, the more a side of me that I was absolutely not in touch with arose and made itself known. In a later conversation, Suzi Maresca called this a process of remembering and I agree. I knew this knowledge before and I knew I knew it. I was remembering knowledge that is native to me.
What was it that I was remembering?
I remembered that I knew that love was the answer to any question about life. Love is always the answer, waiting for a question.
Love isn’t the spice of life. It’s not simply the main ingredient. It’s the only ingredient. Love is all there is, but it awaits our higher-dimensional experience and knowing to prove that statement true.
Love is not all there is to a person resonating with the Third Dimension. Flesh and blood, iron and gold, and everything else material is all there is. But from someone resonating with higher and higher frequencies, the truth becomes plain that love has become all this and love is all this.
I saw that and the way I knew it was by this inner knowing. I allowed that capacity of inner knowing to unfold.
I saw that higher-dimensional experiencing, now or, in my case, in a former life, produces that inner knowing. In other words, it was a faculty of myself that increased the more refined my experience of life became and it was retained in future lifetimes, if only below consciousness.
I saw that certainty was an inner experience.
The kind of certainty produced by outer knowing is weak and inconclusive. There’s always an exception to it. It never feels solid and decisive.
The kind of certainty produced by inner knowing was satisfying and stable.
As it grew, love yielded to bliss. I saw that bliss was simply a higher and higher expression of love that took us outside our normal, outer reference points. I tend to lose myself and the outside world in bliss. But that didn’t change the fact that bliss was love.
I saw that I ordinarily reject my inner knowing. But it was and always had been right there, beckoning me to acknowledge it.
As I said to myself that love was everything, I realized I couldn’t explain that knowing by resorting to empirical means and I didn’t want to. I let go of outer proofs, the desire to be right, the desire to have others agree with me.
I began to give weight to that inner knowing and, as I did so, the desire for outer knowing fell away as unimportant. In the face of the bliss I felt, nothing external seemed to matter. The only thing that matter was watching my inner knowing unfold.
I saw that the source of certainty was within my field of experience and I allowed that certainty to emerge, forgetting the outside world for a moment.
Love creates. Love preserves. Love transforms.
Love creates from love. Love preserves love in form. Love transforms the forms of love back into formless love.
No, I can’t prove anything about love or inner certainty to you empirically. But I know it deeply nonetheless, somewhere inside myself.
Love is all there is and all there’s not. There’s no escaping love, no matter how hard we run from it. At the end of all our running, we find we’ve only run from love to love.
All that’s important is our inner knowing of love, our outer living in love, and our certainty of the all-importance of love.
A sense of immense fulfilment followed. A warm glow settled on me. These sensations were new. They were things that I’d been overlooking or resisting or ignoring as unreal. But I had things backwards.
The certainty that comes from inner knowing is the prize and the goal. And love is the only result of all our inner inquiries. Seeing that reorients everything in my life that I’m aware of. Reorients it again and tomorrow something else will reorient it again, in this process of continual change we call “Ascension.”