My job, when people come here (and I speak as an individual editor), is to lay out the details of what’s happening right now and speed you on your way.
As a pillar, I stay till the end of the journey and refrain from enlightenment if it complicates my duties as a lightworker.
I’m a waiter at the banquet of Ascension and look forward to eating my meal later.
Complicates my duties? What duties? To tell you everything I know about what’s going on spiritually (someone else will have to handle politically, financially, etc.). Taken from the best spiritual sources we can find. And to document my journey.
No, I’m not a spiritual teacher. Spiritual teachers address individuals and small groups of people. Lightworkers address the whole world, the human race, the planetary situation.
Spiritual teachers aim for the enlightenment of the student or the group of followers. Lightworkers serve the Ascension of everyone on the planet capable of holding the higher-dimensional energy.
Both teach and practice oneness. What’s that? How are we one?
Let me spend some time looking at how it is that we’re one.
The culmination of the heart opening I had on March 13, 2015 was the inner tsunami of love flooding the room I was in, knocking down the walls, and becoming everything. I – no more than a point of awareness – was totally immersed in an Ocean of Love.
Please notice: There was an Ocean of Love and there was me. I was therefore not one with the Ocean of Love, but its inherent oneness was not lost on me, blissed out as I was. (I am not in that space now.)
The fact that I was not one with the Ocean of Love means that I cannot say things like “I am/we are love.” I don’t know that. So just file that away for later.
I was a point of awareness in a Sea of Love.
Drawing back from that now, I have to ask you to provisionally accept something spiritual. I ask you to accept that the One has created the illusion that Awareness can separate a piece of itself from itself.
It’d be as if we twisted a small part of a balloon and called that small part “separate.” But untwist it and the air in it rejoins the air in the balloon. So it wasn’t really ever separate; it just seemed so.
My vision in 1987 was about the journey of a soul from God to God, through the illusion of separation to the knowledge of unity. (1)
In that wordless vision,. I saw the “Father” as a large golden Sun and the “Child” (Self, Son, Atman) as a small golden star. The Mother was a hazy cloud in which other golden stars were going through lifetimes in matter (mater, Mother).
Ultimately I saw the small golden star glimpse the Father from the domain of the Mother and speed off to reunite with it. They were in every respect One.
If we switch back to classical enlightenment studies, we’re told that the individual observer, this persistent “I,” eventually disappears leaving the One all in all. That stage of enlightenment is well beyond my purview. But that event nevertheless was what was depicted in my vision.
May I cite a few sources to support what I just said? Let me do that tomorrow to limit the length of this piece.
(Concluded in Part 2.)
(1) For a description of the vision, see “The Purpose of Life is Enlightenment – Ch. 13 – Epilogue,” August 13, 2011, at https://goldenageofgaia.com/2011/08/13/the-purpose-of-life-is-enlightenment-ch-13-epilogue/