I’d had a hard day yesterday and today wasn’t looking much better.
But at 11:00 am, steeped in the words of the Company of Heaven (I’m writing a series on the rising energies), bliss overtook me.
Did I jump into the lake? No. Was I pushed? No. Did I fall into it? No.
It arose in me. Where did it come from? I do not know. I wish I did because I’d go there and camp out.
But it utterly and instantly wiped from my memory all traces of upset.
Surely the movement from drama to bliss, from trauma to love is divinely ordained. If our purpose in life is to know ourselves as God, and God is bliss everlasting, then our movement from 3rd -Dimensional molasses to experiencing these wonderful states under the influence of the rising energies must be part of the Plan.
But that has implications. Anything that “isn’t” of God (what isn’t of God?) takes work to create, maintain and transform, is that not the case? But that which is of God does not.
So we should indeed, as our sources say, be able to practically fall backwards into these divine states. And take no energy to maintain them.
Alas, that isn’t the case and the difference between vision and reality is the residue that we’re clearing (core issues, conditioning).
Nonetheless, it follows from this that bliss is our natural state. And if you’re still with me (because bliss extends one’s attention span dramatically, as you can see), then it also follows that it isn’t that bliss abandons us; we abandon bliss with our patterns of resistance. At least that’s the way I see it.
Ethnographic observations are coming to me rapid-fire. About bliss, I invite you to notice the way it facilitates the very act of knowing (or thinking one knows, perhaps). I am knowing one thing after another after another, faster than I can record.
While bliss is divinely ordained and takes no work to create or maintain, it cannot be commanded to appear. It can be desired. But it comes when it wants to. It’s its own master/mistress.
I just got off the phone with a friend. I noticed during the call that, when in bliss, my speaking is gradually becoming like my writing.
I used to say to people wanting to become writers: Write as you speak. Now I’m seeing myself speak as I write.
Why is that? Confidence, relaxation, happiness?
There’s something even weirder happening and I don’t know how to explain it.
Being a writer, publishing a blog, doing other related things all lead to a role being created. The individual then chooses to become that role, become that role a little bit, or not become that role at all.
I notice that I’m choosing to become my role. Firstly, I’m coming to accept that roles are necessary if we’re to take concerted and committed action such as building Nova Earth will require. Secondly, I’m becoming reconciled to being responsible for my role.
Bliss allows this. Without bliss, I’d be a confused and hysterical, complaining and controlling 3rd or 4th-Dimensional person. With bliss, everything is beginning to smooth out and I become reconciled to personal responsibilities. Oh yes, and the complaining goes away.
Bliss does not prevent the mind from working. The mind is simply quiet if I’m alone in my room. But in society I have negative thoughts and judgments which, if I resisted them, would drown my bliss. That’s why I say I take bliss outside and come back without it. My judgments close down the space in which bliss resides.
Basically I just want to share this space. I want to share about it. I wish I could give it away as one does a piece of fruit. The Arcturians had it right when they said that anyone who lands up in this space simply wants to share it. All aboard the bliss train!