(Concluded from Part 1, yesterday.)
We know the future. So what’s the problem?
The problem is that that future can be scarey.
It seems to require us to do a lot of something before we face it. Growing up? Smartening up? Retiring Peter Pan?
If I told you you’d be flying to the moon as an astronaut in three years, would you not start jogging and lifting weights tomorrow?
Knowing what I’m going to be doing in the future, after the Reval, is requiring me to do push-ups in the area of growing up and retiring any counterproductive ideas I have about myself. To do the job I’m going to be doing, I’ll have to smarten up, get present, and drop all acts and routines.
I no longer have time for whatever drama they served. Knowing where we’re headed in the future will require all of us, I think, to do at least a few push-ups in similar or different areas.
Behind the scenes, my life is being rearranged. Listen to how seriously Michael takes my being rigorously independent, beholden to no one.
“One of the things we have done with your consent … has been this clearing up of the space around you.
“Let me be very clear… It is one thing to be a donor and a philanthropist. [But] we don’t want you to feel or to be beholden – financially, emotionally or spiritually – to anybody. …
“You need the latitude and that is not always easy because, beloved one, you have a tender heart and you also know what it is like to be without, what it is like to be in need. …
“[Nonetheless, we are removing] you from those heartstrings so that there is wisdom and balance and an understanding of the higher good [in your decisions].” (1)
I appreciate the need for independence in decision-making. (2) I see this clearing of the space as a good and necessary thing given what’s being asked of me.
However, there are consequences to changes like these. I no longer have the generous amounts of time that I once had to listen to people. I’m losing interest in some things that I used to be fascinated with. Lots of things, actually. I’m having to let go of one identity without knowing where to go next.
I could sum it up by saying I’m “cocooning.” If ever that phrase had meaning, I think it applies to this time. Not a Dark Night of the Soul. A growth spurt inside the cocoon.
Meanwhile in everyday life, I face making all the mistakes that one would associate with a stranger in a strange land. So there are also damage-control bells going off in me. Go slow. Think about each step. Consult your inner voice. Breathe.
All the time, the prime directive running through it all is: Be love.
Be the love that flows from the heart. I breathe it up.
This is the only real thing in my life.
(1) Archangel Michael in a personal reading with Steve Beckow through Linda Dillon, May 2, 2018.
(2) Not only that but (there are no coincidences) I worked for eight years as a refugee adjudicator, all the while being rigorously cordoned off from the public. I know and value the independence of the decision-maker.