The Third Dimension, the physical plane, is the only dimension where saints live beside killers.
Once over on the Astral Plane – the Fourth Dimension – souls sort themselves out and the saint and the killer need never see each other again. Or they might.
Those who had lead a virtuous life went to the Summerlands; those who had lead a vicious life (like, for instance, Hitler or Stalin) went to the lowest subplane, the Dark Plane or Winterlands.
But here, on the “cleaned-up” Third, “decent folk” and criminals continue to live side by side.
And what’s the opportunity here?
Well, for me, it’s for the lightholders to offer an example to those who serve the darkness of criminality, racism, greed, etc., of what life is like living up to the divine qualities, following the universal laws, and serving the Mother.
The lightholders will reach some folks and they won’t reach others.
There may be other lightholders better able to do that job who now come into play. And so on.
All lightworkers, in my view, are in a sense gatekeepers. All are here to assist the slow-to-awaken to ascend.
For those left on the Summerlands, there’d be no more game to play. Everyone in the Summerlands but the newly-arrived is in fine form. No scope for compassion there because nothing is out of order.
The new arrivals may need tending, to be sure. One who wished to develop their compassion could work with them.
One could also work with the residents of the lower subplanes, including the Winterlands. That too excites compassion.
The Summerlands are a world that works for everyone because the higher vibrations mean more love is experienced, sweeping away the petty judgments we make of each other in this more dense environment.
In the atmosphere of divine love such as exists there – and such as we’ll experience after the Mother’s promised heart opening – concerns evaporate and all we want to do is share our love with each other.
This world that we’re in now is the best school for the development of compassion, of a heart-feeling for our fellow humans. This is the workshop in which love in relationship to others can best be nurtured and developed.
It’s exactly in seeing the affliction of our brothers and sisters that compassion awakens or multiplies in us. We saw this by our responses to the suffering of the victims of Hurricanes Harvey and Irma, the South Asian monsoons, and the Mexican earthquake.
And we can see it as well in our own downtown slums. The suffering all around us – people sleeping in doorways, shooting up in alleys, everyone desperate for a few more moments of escape – is not something we can live alongside of forever, without feeling the need to take some concrete action to address it.