I’m struggling with this notion that I’ve just gotten. It seems almost impossible to communicate.
Communicate is what there is to do once I get it. But finding words is almost impossible.
I’ve hung out with these notions that all is well for so long that they’re beginning to settle in and, when they do, they’re very powerful.
My 3D mind says: “There’s plenty to fear. There’s the collapse of the economy, the dark forces still on the loose, Earth changes, fearful people. There’s nuclear war, H1N1, HAARP, Murder. Inc.” on and on.
And that is true.
But my 5D self looks deeper and sees that, below all that, there is in actuality nothing to fear. I’m in touch with my 5D reality but not finally settled in. I have one foot in 3D reality and one foot in 5.
How can I say it? Words fail me! I must look like ….????
The 3D side of myself is engaged in reality suction with the 5D side and it actually makes a difference who wins.
The 3D side thinks I’m crazy and wants me to continue fearing. But the 5D side knows the truth, the rock-bottom, down-in-the-dirt reality and actuality that there is really, at basis, nothing to fear.
This is part-the-curtain time, let-go-of-illusion time. This is on-the-one-shore and on-the-other-shore time.
It’s an illusion that I’ve bought all my life, and all my other lives, that there really exists something to fear but in actuality, in reality, there is not.
I keep kicking the diamond here, but I can’t seem to knock the ball out of the park. I know what it is I want to say but I can’t find the words.
I’m standing on the verge of dropping something I’ve been carrying around since forever – this notion that life is to be feared, that there is an outcome that will kill me, destroy me, obliterate me, and the truth is there is not. What do I want? The truth and the loss of everything I’ve held dear? Or what I hold dear and no truth?
I hear a voice in my head say “You can kill my body but you can’t kill me.” I am indestructible. This world is destructible but I am not.
I’ve been living a fiction all my life, relating to life as if my fears were justified and real. But they’re not. Rock bottom, down at the deepest place, there is nothing to fear. I don’t want to wait until the day of my death to say it. I don’t care who leaves me for saying it.
Two sides of myself are at war here. Well, one side is at war. That side that doesn’t want me to get this. But the cat is out of the bag and won’t go back in.
Dang, how frustrating!
Don’t laugh at me cause you’ll be going through this too, soon enough!!! The war of the worlds.
As ridiculous as it sounds, as stupid as I may look, I’ve just tapped in to a part of myself that has completely left the world as we know it, the ordinary world, the world as it’s all gotten up. In that world, there is plenty to fear. In this world, there is not.
There is not. There is not. There is not.