by Digger Barr
I interrupt the regularly scheduled program to bring this news bulletin.
The matrix still exists.
This may not be news to some of you. Okay, probably most of you.
But I am just coming back online after 3 weeks of being delightfully unplugged.
What did I expect upon return?
For the whole world to be adjusted into 5D, for the politicians to finally fulfill their promises and Nesara /Gesara to be in full effect sending peace , prosperity and abundance out to everyone?
Actually I had plans to pick up right where I left off preparing for winter, holding meetings, and catching up with friends and family.
What I had not prepared for was the cultural shock returning into mainstream society.
We were in a third world country. Life is very different there.
In my experience it was not unlike where I was born and raised. There are a lot of similarities between an Indian reservation in the states and third world countries.
I actually knew this in my teens, just coming off the Rez stepping into middle class American culture.
We were not middle class by any stretch of the imagination. But the children I attended school with were and it was a stark difference to where I had just come from.
I knew then my Rez life was comparable to being in a third world country.
In 5th grade social studies class we were learning about what a third world country is and it described life on the Rez perfectly. So I got it.
Fast forward and send me to Egypt.
What did I find?
I found comradery with the people. I found a deep connection and understanding for the simplicity and hardship that they endure.
Time there is different and it is hard to explain to anyone that it is connected to deadlines and goal driven markers.
It’s not that there isn’t progress, ambition or success in achieving daily tasks and intiatating improvement programs.
It’s that there isn’t the same kind of drive backed by stress and financial domination.
The simple fact that these people have no money is the biggest qualifier for how things are done.
Daily chores are completed so they can eat. So they have fire to cook or clean water to drink. They do things for each other because they want to. A lot of it is written into their culture of what is expected of their age, gender or family status. But much of it comes from the heart.
What is quite remarkable about Egypt that I haven’t seen elsewhere is the young age at which the children work in public. They take on what we here in the states would consider adult employment. I saw kids of ages 10 to 14 serving food, selling trinkets, teaching how to make pottery and even planting a field. I saw no adults in that particular field. Not saying they weren’t there. I just didn’t see one. Just 5 children working away. They seemed to be playful with their task, helping each other, literally bouncing back and forth.
They weren’t mopey or sluggish like our children would be when asked to contribute to the chores.
Egypt does have school and it is compulsory. But the system is poor and it isn’t like our education system at all.
When it comes to making money the people seem to be reliant on the Nile and on tourist trade.
Everything I saw was geared toward making the visitors happy and then receiving tips for the service.
Tips were not the driving force behind making one happy however. They genuinely want you, the visitor, to be happy.
The tip option was left up to you.
The creativity behind entrepreneurial commerce was fascinating. They have developed some very effective sales strategies and the opportunities for people to purchase Egyptian items was plentiful. We even had boats come alongside our dahabiyah to sell tablecloths of all things.
Everything I have listed here has another story to go with it. I may, in time, be able to share all of these with you.
But since my musing today is an interruption to the regular program, I want to get back to that.
You see, I am going through culture shock much like I did when returning to the city from the reservation as a kid.
For whatever reason, I was surprised to find the Matrix is in full force.
It looks like things are actually worse than I personally think they are or could be.
Worse for whom?
Is it really real and do I need to engage here?
I can’t decide exactly how it is I want to be.
It brings up memories of how I coped as a child. Pretty much I withdrew from engaging with people.
I turned to nature and took long hikes. I felt more at home alone with the trees and rocks than with the inner workings of man.
It was easier as a child. I had no responsibilities.
As an adult I have a different set of values. And expectations.
Yes, I can use my childhood coping mechanisms and become a hermit.
This actually makes me smile.
But I want to do more with my skill sets as a spiritual guide and 5D being.
I want to be able to be in this world. I just rather not be involved with the Matrix division.
Yes, I think it’s time we all get to make a choice.
You don’t need to immerse yourself into a third world to see the stark contrast of where we are and where we want to be.
It helped me, but I have previous experience with this perspective.
Going forward might be difficult. But it is a choice that we get to make.
How long will we let the matrix guide our decisions?
How long will we allow the matrix to rule by the decisions they helped us make?
The children of Egypt were making their world happen by taking action.
Joyfully and through necessity, they create happiness and use that as their guide.
I like this idea. Happiness should be our guide.
If the news, podcasts, latest whatever about the whatever is keeping you locked into the world you don’t want. Let go.
Change your focus. Release the idea of what you are told, that this is how it should be.
It’s our world now.
How do you want to be?