I’m working on getting books out or revising and expanding them so that we have a body of work ready for when the delegations hit the mainstream front page.
And I’m coming across material from years ago that is so germane.
I wrote a couple of articles comparing lightworkers to nimble mammals who outlast the dinosaurs. (1)
As the storm rages above us, we are building the foundations for a new world.
After the dinosaurs falter and fall, we nimble mammals will come out from the deep cover Michael has us all in and erect a vibrant Nova Gaia, a new Garden of Eden.
Ulysses tied himself to the mast to hear the sirens’ song without steering towards them. All the news of political candidates making promises or hurling allegations at other candidates is like a siren song, commanding our attention.
I’ve lost interest in almost all of it. All I need is your permission to totally let it go.
I’m laying the foundation for my work in a post-Reval, post-delegation world. I’m doing it by drawing up love, bliss, and ecstacy from my heart and flowing it out to the world.
I’m lighting the fires of my heart and inviting all and sundry to sit by them. Of course I mean all this internally. I become more of a hermit by the day – unusually meditative and contemplative.
Meanwhile, like patient, nimble mammals, we’ll lay foundations that will last. Why? Those steeped in love last; those devoid of love do not.
What now requires work – drawing love up from the heart – will soon be as easy and automatic as breathing.
Our breath in will draw love in to us; our breath out will convey our love to others. This will be just an ordinary, everyday thing. (2)
And what will you do then, when you’re bathed in love and bliss? I’ll use my newfound capabilities to really get things moving.
(1) See “Nimble Mammals – 1; Brainless Dinosaurs – 0,” Sept. 5, 2011, at https://goldenageofgaia.com/issue-mediation-process-r3/accountability/nwo-essays/nimble-mammals-1-brainless-dinosaurs-0/ and “Nimble Mammals Becoming Nimbler,”
(2) Our breath is patterned on the Mother’s movement: We breathe in life-giving oxygen, hold it for a while, and then breathe out waste gases. The Mother creates (in-breath), preserves (pause), and transforms (out-breath).