I have a war going on inside of me. I’ve been both a monk and a soldier in past lives and both sides of me are very much engaged by the events we’re going through.

I know the place to aim for: being a warrior of peace. But I haven’t found that place in myself yet and so I struggle.

I’m outraged by what I see happening. The lives of thousands snuffed out by a power-mad group of people who’ve laid their plans well to include a complicit media. The media minimize losses, reassure people, and generally run interference for the guilty parties.

Meanwhile the message is gotten across to those it was intended for.

I’ve never before in my life been a witness to mass murder – because that’s what this is. And to have it blamed on lies about a non-existent climate change incenses me.

They’re going to get away with it, are they? And then they’ll do it in a swing state or a battleground state, is that it? Not if I can help it, I say to myself.

***

Probably because of events, there’s a change happening inside me. I had a military life many centuries ago and I can feel that persona inside me swelling and coming alive.

I’m sure the catastrophe in the Southeast has awakened many people’s slumbering personas.  Catastrophic times, depressions, revolutions, wars present more challenging situations where we’re obliged to come forth and take a stand. (1)

For people emerging, taking a stand, just look at the videos we’re seeing of how people are reacting to the hurricanes.

***

Where my own protective stance originates is in a promise I made to my Mother when I was seven. My brother and I, listening to our parents fight downstairs, suddenly heard a thud and a thump, as my Mother’s body fell to the floor. My Dad had hit her.

I said at the time, I can’t help you now, Mother, but I will some day. Speak of being socialized.

I got that chance as a Member of the Immigration and Refugee Board of Canada, deciding gender-based refugee claims. That met the felt needs of that promise. (2)

The second redpill was when I watched parts of Frazzeldrip in 2018. If you see what the future presidential candidate and her assistant did to a young girl to terrify her and get more adrenochrome, you’d be as outraged as I am. I see there are descriptions of it around the Internet, but not from my pen.

My life is not my own until sex trafficking, adrenochrome and organ harvesting, forced marriage, FGM (google), and everything like them is gone from the Earth. It’s not just domestic violence. It’s all of the discrimination and persecution.

I see now why Michael said I was to serve as a pillar. (3)  It’s not only to push people on the Ascension train at the last moment, as I originally conceived of it, but to guard the train and keep it safe. That persona is arising in me at this moment, out of reaction to the murderous hurricanes.

This is my emergence. I feel like roaring.

***

One final note. I was at the Safeway today when I had a shift. A woman conducted herself more sweetly with me than I thought the situation warranted. I felt a little amused at the time. And then I saw that she was working on sweetness. That was her contribution. Of course. Who can fault her?

I took my groceries to the empty checkout stand of a man who has motor challenges and I watched him fumble with some objects. And I realized that he was contributing what he learned from his challenging situation. He had agreed to work in this area of life. (4)

And me? With my baseball cap on, looking straight ahead at the ground, undistracted, and opening to inspiration….  Not looking to the left or the right, I contribute what I learn.

… And it’s all OK. We’re all of us moving forward on the one same journey from God to God. (5)

Footnotes

(1) On emergence as a process, see Let’s Go! Let’s Grow! Vol. 4. Emergence at https://goldenageofgaia.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/05/Lets-Go-Lets-Grow-V4-Emergence-R6.pdf

(2) I once sat on a claim where it was apparent in the first half hour that the woman qualified as a refugee, but she wanted to be heard by some Canadian government official. She wanted someone to hear what she had been through.

Counsel and I exchanged glances, which meant I was good with the claim. I could have “gone positive” then and there. But counsel and I listened to the woman for three hours, without interruption except for clarifying questions, even though there was no necessity to do so. There were many, many tear-jerking claims like that.

(3)  Archangel Michael: You are a pillar. You are an anchor. (Archangel Michael in a personal reading with Steve Beckow through Linda Dillon, Nov. 11, 2015.) (Hereafter AAM.)

AAM: Your role is about completion … as a pillar and as one that does not simply go through the process, but will see it through, no matter what. And we are fully aware of the challenges. Have there been many variables and many things that have interrupted and interfered and changed a particular motion? Yes. But [you are] one who would see it through. That is why you are here. (AAM, July 8, 2015.)

(4) At one point, I said to him, as he fumbled with his glasses, “I do that too.” And he looked at me sideways in the most vulnerable and shy manner, I could have wept at how often I’ve misjudged him.

(5) See Chapter 13 in The Purpose of Life is Enlightenment at https://goldenageofgaia.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/Purpose-of-Life-is-Enlightenment-5.pdf