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Wherein I Get What Just Happened; or, A Red-Hot Share

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As vulnerable as a jellyfish

 

 

Herein I get what just happened. And I’m blown away. And out of it I have a request.

My mission is to go up along with everyone else and write about it. My model is Everyman. My intended reach is global.

My brand of writing is usually characterized as awareness writing and sometimes as “stream of consciousness.” 

I have to report that sharing that snippet of truth about myself (1) has released me from so much stress from hiding, being in the closet, you cannot imagine.

Stress has literally fallen away from me like a suit of (character) armor. But it was time.

Yes, I’ve agreed with the Lord Arcturus that he can view Ascension through my eyes, ears, and other senses.

And in return he’s granted me, very graciously, a single holographic cell of his being, which contains a library of his and Arcturian knowledge, etc., all of which will download closer to Ascension.

Another withhold, as much as I can bear sharing: I’m like a guinea pig to the Company of Heaven. They try things out on me. I’ve written about that elsewhere, somewhere. (No time to locate it.) A more polite word for this function is “pathfinder.”

Right now I just consciously demonstrated what Werner Erhard termed “sharing a withhold.” I did so to “get my ante in the pot,” my “skin in the game.”

Because I’m going to be talking a lot about withholds and core issues in the future in the hopes of laying a foundation for a return to civil discourse and community peace. And I’ll be pointing to this “share” as an example.

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We literally live a lifetime of withholds. But certain of them hold in place the logjam of emotions that we call “our selves.” Otherwise called character armor, muscular tension patterns in the body, ego defense, etc.

When one comes out of hiding, as every gay man must know, OMG, the freeeeeeeeedom!

Soon I’m going to be looking again at human-growth subjects, such as how to presence the Self. Right up at the top will be tell the truth. Share what you’re holding back. The truth will literally set us free.

We need to change the conversation among ourselves first. It has to start somewhere. And this is one place, probably among many, at which it will start. Said the Mother:

Divine Mother: There are, guaranteed, many, a multitude, of beings upon the planet who, give or take a little, have been given the same inspiration. (2)

AND there are limits. Be safe. In the middle of a censorship environment, which tramples on its “enemies” by ridicule (eg., Real Raw News is satire; not true), I’d be foolish in such an environment to say anything more than what I already have. It’s all a question of timing, as far as I’m concerned, and this is still the time to be circumspect.

I perform a service for the Lord Arcturus, whom I serve along with Archangel Michael. That’s it. Five years from now, no big deal. People will be discovering right and left that they have soul contracts with masters and archangels. That’s part of why we’re here.

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The point of my coming in here today is to make a request.  I must cut back.

Heavens to Betsy, I’m just short of eighty years old.  As old as Trump. And playing a ten-man-band.

Look, whatever happened in those four days when all I did was sleep and fast….

(Realization.)

OK, OK, I got what happened.

It’s like the young woman in an Adyashanti workshop who was in tears, saying “I don’t know what just happened. But I feel such relief.”

Until this moment, I didn’t know what just happened. But now I do.

Emergence. Breakthrough.

I just went through the very process I wrote about. (3)

OMG. I can see the billboard now: Emergence! Cost: Four days sleeping and fasting, kicked off by twelve hours of vomiting. Otherwise: Free.

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Why didn’t I suspect such an illness out of the blue? There was no reason for it and no question of what I would do for its interim: Sleep and fast. Not go to the hospital. (Yayayayayay!) Lie flat on your back.

I’m not sure where I was during that time. And y’know, keeping track of all these events is wearisome anyways. I prefer in-the-moment awareness.

Why I came in here today is that I need more time. I need to do more unhurried research.

And it has to go where it goes. I need to follow my intuition, rather than what I think you want to read.

How the heck would I know that anyways? And trying to guess what it might be is tiring. I don’t follow the statistics and Michael brings all readers to the blog. Yes, we are a family. Big time.

My gawd. I just got the implications of that.

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Doing an update now is not possible. I cannot be shackled any longer to any kind of rigid schedule. I’m an over-producer as it is so you won’t be deprived.

I do know where I’m being led.

But enough’s enough, Steve. Another time. If you come back round this way again.

In awareness writing, you do or you don’t. It’s like clearing a path through whatever is in front of you. Medal of Honor heroism. (4) Using your awareness, which is not neutral, to cause disappearance.  Awareness favors love.

I have emerged in a way I never dreamed possible. And I feel as naked as a bluejay and as vulnerable as a jellyfish.

But dammit! It’s time.

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Four hours later.

I just remembered that shortly before getting sick, I complained to Michael that I needed a bigger brain to do what I’m doing.  Another spiritual experience like the heart opening would be vastly appreciated.

And I got it. And I didn’t have to go to the hospital. I’d rather fast than eat their food.

Caution: All events short of Ascension are, to the best of my knowledge, transitory. So some of this may wane, but I’ll be left having taken a few giant steps to Ascension.

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You surely see that in doing what I’m doing, I know that it starts an energy streamer, to use Matthew’s words, in the collective consciousness. And that’s what my aim is.

Our love sent out into the collective consciousness is amplified by the galactics, I believe, and returned to us.

Love is like kryptonite to Satanists, demonics, Baal worshippers, archons and whatever other name you want to use for the dark and migrating cosmic force of evil in 3D, which we’re leaving behind.

In this movie on Planet Earth that we’re all a part of? You got it. Love wins. (5)

In the growth movement this would be deemed a “red-hot share,” that would interrupt an encounter group for the person to “work,” as in “growth work.” 

Footnotes

(1) See:

(2)  “An Hour With An Angel – The Divine Mother: Welcome To ‘New Time’'” at http://goldenageofgaia.com/2015/01/27/divine-mother-welcome-new-time/

(3) See:

(4) “From Fear and Hesitancy to a Medal of Honor,” st https://goldenageofgaia.com/?p=377451

(5) Divine Mother: Make no mistake, Sweet One, love will win because that has been my Plan always.
(Divine Mother in a personal reading with Steve Beckow through Linda Dillon, April 30, 2019.)