Some of us think that ascension is going to be a change of locale. It may or may not be. I don’t know.
But the shift in consciousness itself is enough to satisfy me without changing anything else.
I’m more interested in ascension from the standpoint of consciousness anyways so I’m right at home in the changes we’re all going through right now.
I reach a place where, if I remained there forever, nothing would ever be wrong. Let it rain, let it snow, what’s happening outside doesn’t register. What’s happening inside is wave after wave of complete satisfaction washing over the heart of my being.
To use Archangel Michael’s expression, it melts away anything that’s not of love.
Not seeking anything, I get to see how much of our behavior involves seeking. I want what I want and you want what you want and we then try to manipulate each other into giving us what we want.
Then we wonder why we tire of each 0ther.
In bliss, there isn’t anything one wants but more and deeper bliss. Problem solved immediately. We now can put an end to our endless seeking of personal gratification.
I watch couples attempting to manoeuver each other into compliance. It’s so subtle. There seems so little appreciation for freedom of choice in our world. If people only knew that it’s law in the universe to allow others the right to choose, all this manoeuvering would drop away.
Instead people would respectfully honor whatever the other’s choice was, freely stated and freely accepted. The blissful person would have no need of things being one way or the other.
This is the first generation in which the way I’m speaking right now has a chance of being heard widely. Past generations, I think, were too firmly embedded in the dreamworld of density with its love of drama and trauma.
“He hurt me. That’s why my life didn’t work out.” “She robbed me blind. No wonder I became what I did.” On and on.
This state of bliss is pure, unsullied. I can screw it up, and I will (or not), but it can’t screw itself up. It only falls to me to get out of the way.
All the tales of drinking ambrosia, soma, homa and whatever all lead, I feel certain, to here. No, I’m not enlightened. I’m just being led step by step up the consciousness ladder to the ascended state – as are you.
I just flashed on myself as a very young boy taking the Continental train, glued to the window of our roomette. Mountains, prairies, pre-Cambrian shield flash by. This trip through states of consciousness is a little like that and I have my face pressed to the window.