I’ve now heard from so many of you that you too are in what I’ve termed the “transformed space.” (1)
By that I mean being above the line that separates conscious from unconscious awareness and especially feeling the deep and transforming love that comes alive in that space.
I even had coffee today with one person who demonstrated that she knew that space by entering it right there in front of my eyes. I’m convinced: this is a more general happening than I at first realized. Undoubtedly it’s a stage along the way to Ascension.
The unconditional love that I’m feeling right now makes no other demand than to be heard and allowed. To bottle up this love would be painful. But to share it in the outrageous way of acceptance and openness that it appears in is also confronting. This is woo-woo at its best. Or we get asked what we’ve been smoking.
I spent a few hours today in the presence (just by coincidence, if there are any coincidences) of two thirty-year-olds. The knowledge, drive and commitment of both amazed me.
One of them shared that she had felt alone, crazy and confused before finding the Internet community of lightworkers (OK, the blog) and felt tremendously relieved to find that she wasn’t the only one experiencing psychic phenomena, interested in galactic beings and celestials, having such a struggle, etc.
I acknowledge all the thirty-year-olds who are house-sharing, couch-surfing, making ends meet in any way they can. I feel so powerless at this moment to do anything to relieve what so many of you are going through.
I also acknowledge that you have no recollection of things like benefits plans, pension plans, severance packages, a permanent full-time job and all the things which at least my generation has recollections of, even if they’re no longer generally here. You’ve grown up in a world where you’ve had to fend for yourselves. The closest many of you have come to a job is as a consultant.
I also acknowledge the one-time existence of something we called the “social safety net,” which term again meant nothing to one thirty-year-old I talked to. The social safety net was the variety of services that were available to people back in the Sixties and Seventies to see that they didn’t fall through the cracks. I express my commitment to seeing that that social safety net is re-created and that no one else, after the Reval, falls through the cracks again.
That’s part of a world that works. We need you, thirty-year-olds, to help us build that world. And I’m getting first-hand glimpses of just how capable you are.
I spent the last ten minutes of this past week’s Hour with an Angel (June 26, 2015) discussing the plight and promise of the under-30 generation.
That show is available at inlightuniversal.com.
Happy Birthday, Canada!
(1) I was going to post some reader’s personal experiences but I realized I don’t have the time available to do it – to those I mentioned it to.