The metaphor of “swimming in it” comes to mind. Wafted away on it. Carried away by it.
And here I am in a public place. I’ve had to seek shelter in a coffee shop because the bliss got so strong that I could barely walk.
Then I noticed that what made the situation unpleasant was that I was resisting something. I was resisting being seen so blissful.
The very next moment, I had the further thought that that was precisely the job I came to do – to model the scarier, harder-to-display feelings.
The scarey feeling right now is being blissed out and yet not crazy, not drugged, not mind-controlled. People get locked up for being blissful. These are the thoughts going through my mind.
And in the face of them I tighten up and resist the thought of being publicly visible being blissful.
But I feel comfortable here in the coffee shop.
This is a job that lightworkers do, in this case to model bliss. When the general population begins to feel bliss, it’s lightworkers who’ll calm them and tell them what’s happening and why.
So this is what being a lightworker means to me at this moment. It’s what I’m modeling right here, right now. And it’s all I can model too. Bliss sweeps away all other feelings.
Try to make a slave of it and bliss leaves.
In the face of a wave of bliss like this, I lose all memory. If I weren’t writing this down, I’d have no recollection of it five minutes from now. Bliss brings a person into the present moment and requires him to stay there.
Third/Fourth-Dimensional memory doesn’t seem to work well in present-moment bliss. Leave the present and bliss leaves as well. Strict taskmaster.
As part of the Ascension ethnographer I’m intending to act as, I’m reporting a second instance of bliss inviting me, urging me to be intensely solitary. It seeks only itself. It seeks no other lover.
This is dissimilar to both transformative love and ecstacy. The first seeks out others; the second is fine with others or solitary.
If I feel and give my attention to a small thrill of bliss, it responds by filling me up. It’s as if I only have to touch it for it to enter me and fill up every empty crevice and space.
Today it sought me out without my feeling bliss or seeking it. I imagine any pattern I detect in it, it will show me an exception. Obviously I cannot contain its workings in words or ideas.
The pure enjoyment of it is the magic moment we seek by flying away on vacation to Paris or Hawaii. All the wonderful dreams we have of doing or being or thinking or feeling all track back to wanting bliss. Or ecstacy. Or exaltation.
For me, working with my internal states like love, bliss, and ecstacy is the real work of Ascension. We’re strangers in a strange land for sure, only that land isn’t a geographical place but a psychological and spiritual space. And our tools for working with that space are not hammers and saws but our awareness and our heart.