Eureka!
I was in the shower this morning and I felt a feeling I was not fast enough to name, before it slipped away.
But I recognized it as the feeling in the face of which I race for my computer, dripping wet like Archimedes. (1)
It isn’t as if I have a thought that I’m racing to record. I don’t. It’s more that I’ll lose the thoughts that are waiting to race out.
At some deep level, I say to myself that whoever is behind this feeling will supply the words. Not to worry about that. I have to supply the memory.
In fact a lot depends on what I turn my attention to next. It’s as if I can write on a large selection of topics – and it isn’t me that’s doing the speaking. I’m merely the scribe.
This morning I didn’t race for my computer, so to speak, dripping wet, shouting “Eureka!” I stayed with my experience, my memory of the feeling, which had now left.
It was deep. It was love. Not loving. I was not doing the loving. Love was doing the loving, the flowing. I’m just an instrument. Love doesn’t need a navigator or a GPS. It knows where to go.
But enough of that. There was something more to it. I experience love fairly often. That wouldn’t be enough to send me racing for the computer.
It’s a sense that love wants to speak. That is, whoever is behind this impulse of deep love wants to speak.
I could jump the gun and say it could be Michael. But it also could be my twin flame, Annastara. Or my Higher Self. Or anyone else. I don’t feel a pressing need to know who it is – at this stage.
Yes, a deeply-loving desire to speak. That’s the signature of this being.
As I allow that feeling to fill me up now, I hear in my inner ear:
“Everything is going to be OK. Things did not have to come to this, but the people concerned made their choices.
“Your job at present is to maintain yourselves (personally and collectively), maintain a functioning economy (by whatever honest means), and stay out of the way of the people, behind the scenes, arresting not only the perpetrators of these riots, but the authors of all the misery on the planet.
“Those doing the work observe the law. They don’t bury their opponents. They’ve had enough and probably so have we.
“Everything is going to be OK. Remain calm and loving.”
Thank you to whomever you may be. Well said.
Before I go, the feeling has returned and now has in it an admixture of bliss. I see again proof that love goes outwards; bliss goes inwards. I no longer feel a desire to write but just to sit quietly, exactly as the Mother predicted. (2)
When love becomes bliss, consciousness of the outside world decreases and the attention becomes still. The mind comes to rest.
Footnotes
(1) Who ran down the city streets of Syracuse naked, shouting “Eureka!” I have found it! The king had asked him for a way to test gold objects for debasement. The solution had to do with volume displacement of gold vs. that of baser metals, as he realized when the bathwater spilled out when he lowered himself into it.
(2) “If you had seen the light as it actually is, yes, a million, billion suns… You would have simply departed. …
“We don’t mean die but you would have departed the life that you have designed – yes, with us, for yourself, for the service you are providing – you would have departed and simply said, ‘I do not need to do this. I will just simply sit in the bliss of love and good luck, everybody!‘” (Divine Mother in a personal reading with Steve Beckow through Linda Dillon, Oct. 26, 2018.) [My emphasis.]
Yes, Mother. You’re right.