Having newly discovered, or re-discovered perhaps, my balanced adult, (1) I’m now having fun with it.
I spilled a bottle of glue today while transferring it from one bottle to another.
I enjoyed watching myself clean up the mess, moderately. I knew full well (without a barrier of resistance appearing) that I could restore the situation and we could then carry on. I was acting from my balanced adult.
We know what I’m doing, don’t we? I’m reparenting myself.
I’m walking myself through the critical-parent and wounded-child scripts and, with thanks for their service, retiring them. They no longer work for me. After celebrating the occasion, I’m moving forward.
In their place, well, quite frankly, I’m relying on what Michael has told me in preparing me for what’s up ahead. I’m putting in place what he’s taught me. That must be fairly obvious to anyone reading me.
He might as well be my (divine) psychotherapist. He’s certainly my teacher. Look at how long it took me to get what he meant by “balance,” even though he harks back to it repeatedly? Years. Just short of a decade. I’m supposed to be a fast learner.
Why so long? Because balance and peace, love and bliss are not Third-Dimensional spaces and I was looking for them in the Third Dimension. They are nowhere to be found, there.
There are no words to describe them because Third-Dimensional words have not been invented that capture a higher-dimensional space. I don’t think it’ll be possible to do so for a while, anyways. For example, I can think of no way of capturing higher-dimensional love, true love, in words. I wouldn’t even try any more. (And yet I do, again and again.)
For most of us, when we see or in other ways experience these divine states, we get a glimpse of what lies ahead – encouragement for us to keep going, keep going, keep going.
These moments of discontinuous and expanded comprehension are what I mean by “realized knowledge.” Realizations can be big or small. They don’t last – until Ascension. But they produce certain knowledge and unforgettable experiences. And they’re glimpses of what lies ahead.
Most of us don’t recognize them for what they are. They seem to be just wonderful moments (magic moments even) when everything seemed different and we knew a lot. But we see no further significance to them. No big deal.
After Ascension, our hearts are permanently opened in Sahaja Samadhi. Then our vasanas are fried to a crisp. There are now no seeds of future action, no arrows of karma waiting to be launched.
We’re released from our bondage to unproductive stimulus/response patterns. We experience this as moksha, mukti, liberation from bondage.
We’ll live in a crystal-based (rather than our present carbon-based) body, which we’re slowly adapting to now, which neither needs to die or be reborn. Thus we’re released, as the Buddha might say, from bondage to the wheel of birth and death. He called it Nirvana. Names don’t matter. It’s same higher state of existence.
Our spiritual experiences are in the end encouragement to keep us moving forward through this slow and gradual time during which the body adapts to the greatly-increased energies, the greater light of the higher dimensions which before long it will be living in.