We’re helpers in a mystery that’s far larger than us and, whereas no one who calls upon us for assistance wants to treat us in unloving ways, it seems to be incumbent on us to allow ourselves to be used in the manner that’s needed. (You’re welcome to disagree.)
aWhen things don’t go as we we’d wish, we may feel abused. It’s what I’d conceive of as a superior truth to accept things the way they actually do go, providing we trust our sources. And I do.
I regard it as a less superior truth to protest. We may feel we have to and, if we do, then we do in fact have to. There’s no sense pretending.
It’s again a superior truth, as far as I’m concerned, that we need to be where we are – to source our vasanas, if nothing else. I’m not and never have been into “positive” thinking, at least as we usually conceive of it. (1) I’m into harmless truth.
The heavens may intervene and give us a sign if that’s what we really require but I sense that’s not the most adequate way to go. The more adequate way seems to be not to require it.
In the present situation, although I try to speak for the collective in asking for tangible signs – and I get how this must sound self-serving and I appreciate that – I actually do trust the Company of Heaven and don’t require a sign myself.
Still I think it would be useful to have signs – not saying otherwise. It’d make our work easier. And if it’s the intention of the Company of Heaven to have everyone ascend – as Archangel Michael said it was – it may be good policy to send us a sign.
But if I really check in with my inmost self, I do know that my course is set. And it isn’t even set by will. It’s set by something deeper than will.
More and more these days, I’m feeling the touch of the deeper Self that incarnated here. I’m not willing to talk about that deeper Self because I’m most useful if I give no reason to be seen as self-serving. (2) But nevertheless I feel its touch and, when I do, I know I have no need of signs – myself.
I serve the One and I serve the servants of the One. And that includes you, who are the servants of the One. But it also includes the unseens. And it includes serving them and you without complaint.
But it includes something more. It includes serving the One, you, and them without wanting or asking for anything in return. Not because I want to be “holier than thou,” but because that’s what arises in me, makes sense and preserves my inner peace.
The One calls out in me, wanting to be expressed. The One that I am. The One that you are. The One that never changes.
Really all of this IS illusion. Everything but the formless One is illusion, temporary. That doesn’t make our suffering any more bearable. It doesn’t help Kiko who exists on social security. It doesn’t help Bre… who subsists on less than she needs. It doesn’t help Lour… whose husband entered the hospital yesterday and she faces the resulting bills. It probably doesn’t help any of us to know that – usually.
It only helps, quite frankly, in moments, like this one now for me, when I can touch that deeper Self, who waits for me.
And it encourages us, as part of the service that all of us engaged in, to make the attempt, to make the effort to contact that inner, deeper Self who came here to serve and agreed to don this india-rubber wet suit that suppresses our knowledge of it. That inner, deeper Self carries our reward and reminds us that we have it already, waiting for us to take it up again, no matter what does or doesn’t happen here.
I feel a taste of that reward now, the only reward I seek. The bliss of the inner Self. The bliss that sweeps away all memories and restores. I’m willing to wager that what induced us all to come here was our knowledge of that bliss, our experience of that bliss, and our desire that all of us might share it.
We took time out to come here (what is threescore years and ten in eternity?) and serve the collective as it ascends into those realms of bliss. Undoubtedly we knew the course that service would take. We knew we’d have to carry the collective if things appeared on one day or the next to have disappointed or to take too long. And that IS the service we offered to give, to carry the collective through these times and the controversy that might arise and persevere. Only that bliss sustains. Only that bliss remains. Only that bliss rewards us everlastingly.
A taste of it makes the work bearable. No denying that. But the superior act of service is to carry on without a taste of it, without a sign, without an affirmation. Not many of us can do that and that’s no criticism. If I really want a sign … let it be that bliss.
(1) SaLuSa uses “positive” in a way that most people don’t. Most people talk about positive thinking and end up plastering a smile over an upset, which doesn’t work. SaLuSa is meaning it in a Fifth-Dimensional way, in the sense of bringing forth ourselves, bringing forth who we are, what we are, and what all of this is in reality. But our use of the term does not even come close to touching that.
(2) Who would play a role such as this, past a 21/12/12 that disappointed so many, if they served only self? None of us probably.