I appreciate the notion of resting in neutral. Being in the now, neither pushing toward something I want nor avoiding something I don’t. With the situation in the US, we’re in an enforced neutral position, waiting for the artificial structure called time to ratchet us into the next degree of outward freedom with the January 2025 inauguration of President Trump.
It’s impossible for me to separate the strands of Ascension/awakening and spiritual blossoming from the reality of unfolding events, not to mention what has already occurred. Have I been prevented from timely personal awakening by longterm dark-controller repression? Did the lockdowns, lying, and censorship these last several years keep us from living our own truths?
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If massive censorship of truth and other efforts to quash humanity did affect our ability to further our personal ascension trajectories, I feel like that’s already at an end. I am believing and assuming that whatever the deep state throws at the Trump administration, either pre- or post-inauguration, they won’t succeed in derailing its human-positive agenda.
Roadblocks will dematerialize. Bureaucrats using wiggle-words to justify self-serving agendas will be caught out, and then shown out.
It’s likely we each have an individual and individualized role. Haven’t we always had a soul script? Our conscious selves follow along in its wake, sometimes missing cues, but eventually ending up reading the psychically tuned pages alongside our soul, while the God-Universe Director drops hints and switches out scenery to fit some universal cosmic plan.
Humans are such story-oriented creatures. I’m not sure if any other animal species on earth tells tales from its past and projects dreams into its future. Perhaps it’s no wonder we accept the notion that we’re watching a live-action movie play out. World War III? Not really, just a dramatic scene to jolt those back-row-audience snoozers who’d been hoping to sleep through the whole thing.
I’ll continue to enjoy this story (except when I don’t), reminding myself to keep an eye out for my cue to walk on. All the world is a stage. Shakespeare had it right.