excerpt from Letter Thirty “The Void and Formlessness”

With the onslaught of election madness before us, we are being sucked in once again by the noise that accompanies the process. Campaigners, Media, TV Pundits, all have a voice that bellows out from the noise pit. It is so astounding that we can’t hear the silence that beckons us. The silence that is our listening tool for understanding the greater truth. We are almost there, at the stage of awakening that will plant us firmly in the world of knowing. And so follows this excerpt from Letter Thirty. Realize its words and you will linger in silence without any distractions.

“If we are to deliver our message in a way that receives the optimum acceptance, then we might want to understand how referring to the Void and formlessness makes people uncomfortable. And hence unwilling to accept what we offer. Do you get what I mean?”

“Yes. And I am feeling good about your intuitive progress. You and Stefan are seeing into this issue with compassion and clarity. You are generating precisely what is needed for this letter. And I would do nothing to dissuade you from your concerns. Only allow me to make again the case for deep appreciation. What you and I are calling the Void is, on the one hand, emptiness, nothingness, Evam in Buddhism. On the other hand, this Evam is the origin and fullness of everything, every form in existence—before it becomes a form—and while it is being a form. It is the field within which Source enters into existence. Out of this alchemistry derives creation, evolution and eventually Conscious Evolution!”

I asked this in the last book. But how are Source and Void different?”

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This is the End My Friend

Are we in the throws of death? Looking down upon us the gods can see that we no longer understand our role in this play. We have lost our MIND. Our brains squeal inside of us and the noise is deafening. The panic that rises above the throng is smelling of rancid life choices. We have no other way to follow but to lose resistance and surrender to the “next to happen.” We have lost control and we are spinning through a whirlpool of death and destruction. The death and destruction of our “I”ness. It’s such a beautiful thing to watch, even when the pain is so great that we think we will be torn apart by it. And yes, we will be torn apart by it, only to rejoin the whole as one entity with multiple energies. 

I had to repost this wonderful letter, for the benefit of all those who deny the existence of a greater reality. Even if just a few read this post the stream of consciousness will travel beyond this world to the point of source and source will know that we got it.

Letter Eight

The End

“So, as much as I’m afraid to ask this, how did we die? How did it happen, and what was it like for us in the end?”

The good news for you is that, in the midst of the death of your species, the new species is being born, directly into you. This is not something that any of you are left out of, or will miss out on. Yes, humanity all dies! But you, the truly conscious being within, live on! It is a life much more abundant in spirit and sensitivity and richness than any of you have ever experienced before.

“This sounds too good to be true.”

It is so good that it has to be true! It is the Source of all goodness in life. It is the arising of that Source into your full and direct awareness. It is so good that truth can no longer be denied by your minds. The ego of the species, in the face of this truth, becomes silent and transparent, perhaps for the first time in the lives of many suffering, fear-ridden souls. It is goodness incarnate, within the presence itself. You can feel it right this moment, as I speak, because the goodness is flowing in and around the words I give you.

“My God! I do feel it. How is this possible?”

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New Book, New Blog, New Beginnings…

With today being the full moon and the lunacy that accompanies it, I think it is auspicious to bring to it a new blog design. The second book, Portal, is now available and I am restless for a new look to our blog. This is probably the craziest of ideas since , not only is it a full moon day, but our dear friend Mercury went retrograde on August 2nd. With  fiery Leo exploding its ego all about and the Mercurial flux that is its retrograde motion, what better time to step into the chaos and explore a new design. I’ve never been one for conformity or conservative actions so I will just lay it all out and hope for the best.

The response to “Portal” has been amazing, even in its infancy, and I strongly urge you to make it a part of your library. You can read many excerpts here, but nothing will satisfy more than reading it from cover to cover. 

And so with all that is transpiring now, within our lives politically and socially, it is apropos that I present this timely excerpt from Portal:

Letter Forty-Three

The Great Storm

We are standing on a precipice, high above an ocean beach. The sky is roiling with black clouds. Fierce winds whip at us, stinging my face with a sharp mist. Steep mountains rise behind us, disappearing in the overcast. I can’t imagine how we got here. There’s no path up or down from this forsaken perch. I look around, alarmed. But you are still clutching my hand.

“O, where have you brought me this time? Why are you gripping my hand so tightly?”

“I wouldn’t want you to fall. Even though this is another sub-dimension, you would not enjoy the experience. And this is no ordinary subdi.”

“So, where are we?”

“We are at the Ends of the Earth.”

“What? What kind of thing is that? That’s a place?”

“It is indeed. It is a physical metaphor for your times. In this dimension we can see the extent of the Storm that rages throughout your planet, even now. Look there, down against the rocks in the surf.”

Strangely, I see two figures standing in huge, crashing waves on the rocks. They are somehow maintaining there, in spite of the tumult. Wave after wave pounds the ledge. The figures stumble back, but regain their foothold and stand again, bracing for the next onslaught.

“O, who is that? Why are they standing there? They’re getting pounded. They’ll be swept away. Or torn apart.”

“You think so? Many would agree with your assessment. These two are the avatars of your age. They represent all humanity, facing the Great Storm.”

“Avatars? What do you mean? Who are they? Why don’t they save themselves?”

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Letters from 500 “Portal”

It is with great joy that I announce the availability of Book 2, Letters from 500 “Portal.” In the days to follow I will be posting about this next path on our journey. In the meantime I introduce you to the book with its opening poem:

Poem Two

 

Open eyes upon the world,

our vision now begins.

Down under,

core of Source

is stirring, molten, swirling

like a lava,

like a lake of stinging fire

on the veil.

It is arising, and it’s burning,

churning,

dawning from the depths

of innocence through jaded

tempers of the mind.

Who is this mind

who thinks he rules the world?

Who thinks he can control

the Source of Power

down within?

What inevitable surprises are in store

for those who fear,

and wish to denigrate the heart!

There is a withering upon us now

that will endure and multiply

until its burning hour is done.

It will not pause nor cease until

it has devoured the ancient calumny

of indignation, shallowness and shame.

The world of change has come

into the countenance of men.

Seek not for refuge

in the passing vestiges of time.

It is not there,

the succor you would find.

It is not there

within the frozen, turning, sliding into dark—

the world that’s fast eroding

into epochs of the

once before

but gone.

Seek not at all of anyone or anything.

who lures you to a form,

nor any who would offer you

a place upon that ground.

Release the clutching, catching

and the distance

now

that keeps you from the freedom

of your formless one,

the child of peace,

of home.

So, let the forms within you move

from deep within

and far below

the Earth.

It’s there that comes,

what is,

to surface in the moment of the pulsing

of an age—the end,

the culmination

and fruition of

the hapless world

that never

was.

— the Author, July 1, 2010

What About Animals

A friend from Monroe, who’s reading the book, asked me the following question on Facebook.

I should finish book before I ask..but every book I have read about this sort of thing…I am always left wondering about why animals are never mentioned. i.e what happens to them, reincarnation to or from animal form possible, what role they play other than food and the feelings on that from those 500 years ahead. When I do find information, it always seems to be skimmed over or very vague or dismissed. Any insight in your experiences?

Hi Cindy,

I think that’s a very interesting question. Just like many other books, “Letters” does not address the animal kingdom in a really focused way. But it does refer to animal consciousness in some passages. Bear in mind, no book can address all topics in depth (within 300 pages).

The “Letters” project is directed at the human species, specifically, because we are the ones causing so much trouble for the planet right now. Nevertheless, I just did a quick search for quotes about animals in the book and came up with a few. (See below)

I think this question and its response would be good to post on our web blog. Would you mind if I used your question and your first name on the blog?

These references will probably not address your question thoroughly. I think you are asking about animals’ role in evolution and the place of animal consciousness in “awakening”, as it were. My own view is that animal consciousness, and instinct, is an essential building block and portal to Conscious Evolution—the platform on which human and vigilan consciousness is constructed.

Another thing that could be said, from the grand overview, is that Consciousness is One. It manifests into various (infinite) forms, through incarnation and re-incarnation. The animal kingdom is one of those forms. Each form has its unique function and destiny. No form is lesser or greater than any other form. Each one has its unique time and place within the space of Now.

The cyclic and spiral nature of evolution and of conscious tells me that we all cycle through many different forms ourselves, since we are essentially one with all Consciousness. Our One Self is that which incarnates wherever and whenever, whether human, animal, vigilan or angelan.

Here are the passages that have some relevance to the animal kingdom:

References to “animals” in Letters from 500.

p6
The quickest way to tell you about it is to say that we recognize ourselves and each other, much more directly and intimately than naming can afford. Imagine the way the animals and birds around you identify one another.

p22
Yes, there are examples of ego in other primates and animals, but by comparison to the human ego, they are as nothing. One might even say that the ego invented you, or at least it was the chief characteristic in developing your full potential.

p23
The defensive nature of the ego came to define its relation to the world around it. Its job was self-protection, which led to greed and aggression. This sense of self could also include family, tribe or nation. Animal instinct transformed into intellect in the human mind and thus triggered a powerful expansion of territorial imperative.

The progression from instinct through intellect into intuition is an evolving principle here as well. The appreciative faculty that my species enjoys is an intuitive awareness, transcending yet including intellect. In early homo sapiens, instinct had jumped to intellect. Intellect, however, by necessity was largely cut off from its former instinctual basis. When the next species arrived, intellect made a similar leap to the intuitive state and recaptured its linkage to instinct. Said another way, intuition is instinct made conscious through intellect.

p34
“What happens to the soul of the animal when its species goes extinct?”
The soul is itself a unit within a greater whole. That soul, for example, the soul of the saber-toothed tiger, merges with the greater soul of felines in general. What was the essence of that ancient tiger lives on in the gene pool and in the soul realm. It is available if and when needed for some other form. Evolution never loses any information or point of consciousness. The form takes its experience back into the formless pool of evolving awareness.

p53
Without death there would be no physical form as we know it, no human beings, no animals or plants, no Earth or universe. Death is difficult to face for the finite mind and ego. It threatens identity and the continuity of self. From the personal perspective, it seems to deny us everything we hold dear. It is the Grim Reaper. Yet from a deeper awareness, it is the Great Redeemer. When it closes in upon us, we open up to true being; when death descends, we rise up in consciousness. All creations rise on the shoulders of Death.

p66
Another source of your troubled feelings during this transition will be the new transparency toward other humans and other creatures on your planet. The surfacing of oneness may actually feel like an attack upon your senses, given your unfamiliarity with it. You will begin to sense the anguish of billions of humans, previously hidden from you by the defense body of ego. The instinctual fears of the animal and insect kingdoms will affect you as well.
In the same vein, you will also feel other emotions from the vast body of Life. This comes at you from all directions, so that you feel as if it is your own. It is the budding of pure empathy. At first you have no way of processing this onslaught of feelings. You will be overwhelmed at times, and pulled back and forth. You will lose your balance and may even seem to be losing your sanity. These conditions will force you more and more to focus only on the present moment, the Now, and to look within yourself for understanding. The present represents the presence. There you will begin to find the answers.

p75
Human fear, of course, evolved out of animal, instinctual fear, which derived out of the early manifestations of the survival instinct. These are all stages that evolution needs to experience in order to arrive at its awakening. When the awakened state at last comes, it knows in its heart that oneness is all there is. It realizes its power of choice. All the struggles and labor of the millennia have paid off wonderfully.

p203
All of creation is manifesting appreciation continuously. The forms it takes vary immensely. A tree, for example, appreciates its place in the universe through its roots, through its acceptance of sunlight, the greening leaves and ripening fruit. It absorbs the appreciation of any animal, human or vigilan who touches it and uses it for shelter, sustenance or splendor. A quartz crystal appreciates its essence through the nourishment it receives among the minerals and energies that give it birth. When it emerges into the lighted world, a new appreciation dawns for it through its exposure to illumination. An electron appreciates its place within an atom, relative to the forces that measure its form. Only the human intellect is capable of shutting out this deep connection with oneness, with its innate appreciative sense.

p241
[The old man chuckles.] “That is a naïve question, my son. As long as there have been bodies, there have been continuous adjustments at these levels. As an example, even before the transition, when many people and animals succumbed to deadly viruses, there were always those who survived. Wouldn’t you say that their bodies were adjusting to the environmental changes? Your species also possessed the so-called placebo effect, and so-called ‘spontaneous remissions’. This was nothing more than instinctual realignment with the Life force.”

p285
“The galaxy is alive? The whole thing?”
Certainly. Most humans did not conceive of it that way, I know. You also did not think the Earth was alive. For vigilans, such distorted thinking seems preposterous. Of course it’s all alive—not just humans, plants and animals. The whole Cosmos is alive—every atom!

p294
Yes, there were always some who could see through. Any human could, at times. However, the Veil affected everyone to some extent, even great avatars and prophets. They too sometimes felt abandoned by the Cosmos. Look at Jesus with his plea during the crucifixion, “Father, why hast thou forsaken me?” But the Veil was in constant flux. It was denser in some places and times than others. It was initially designed to be rather porous and transparent. But it became more hardened and brittle as ego and mental dominance took over. For instinctual animals and plants, no Veil ever existed.