excerpt from Letter Thirty-One “Resonance, the Key”

I find need to write again, so soon after my last post. I have a confession, I am a political junkie. I watch the days political news without fail. I read political blogs and watch both sides of the argument on the different Networks. Some say that we should keep our minds away from such trash, so as not to dilute the purity of the peaceful, contemplative mind. Well this stuff is happening around us every day. It has a sublime effect on our psyches every minute. We can’t avoid it unless we go into some cave in the Himalayas and shut the door to the outside world. Whether we like it or not, we are a part of it. I do believe that our focused energy can help the over-riding consciousness of the planet change its direction. There are more awakened people with a drive to move to the next level of awareness, and that’s a good thing. But we have created this debacle and we have to live with it, or do we? 

We can definitely create our own world order, to our taste and liking, and make the world a more sane place to live in. Our imaginations know no boundaries and we are the masters of the universe if we wish to be. Many of us sit in fear of what will happen next, without any vision of what we could do to save humankind. We are in a kind of malaise, a stupor, and the active force in the political and financial worlds are kicking our butts. We’ve almost surrendered our lives to their whims. Why? It doesn’t have to be this way. We can create another way of living if we like and it all starts with our vivid imagination. Make no mistake, until we unlock the restraints that shackle our minds we will be lost souls. Look to this excerpt below for some resonance on creating a new societal vision.


I turn the page. And there you are, saying simply, “Would you mind coming with me on a little adventure?”

Your words vibrate through my mind like a sudden gust of wind. There in front of me is the sphere again. It’s a transparent silver-orange as before, with many circulating shapes and lines— swirling crystal geometry. Then your body begins to appear inside, standing calmly amidst the oscillations. Once your form has stabilized, you lift an arm and reach forward. Your hand breaks through the bubble.

“Please take my hand.”

I start, but then instinctively hesitate. “Just where would we be going?”

“Trust me. Let it be a mystery.”

“All right. But strange things happen when I hold your hand.”

As soon as I feel your fingers gripping mine, I am drawn into the bubble. It surrounds the two of us, much larger than I expected. In fact, the surface seems to be expanding. Or perhaps we are shrinking! Yes. We are now riding a fractal thread down toward the center. Then there is nothing. Blankness.

“What is this space? It seems like the Void. But it doesn’t feel that way,” I whisper. “It feels, hmm, rather ordinary.”

“Yes. It is quite ordinary,” you reply out of the dark in a normal voice. “We have shifted into a sub-dimension very near your own. It’s one that is completely empty. Nothing exists here. But, you are correct. It is not the Void. It’s a formless form, a simple and direct projection of the Void. We vigilans often come into spaces like this to begin creative work.”

“An empty dimension? I’ve never contemplated such a thing. Are there many such places?”

“As many as you can imagine. The imagination actually creates them.”

“So, what are we doing here?” I ask.

“I want to demonstrate how to create a whole universe from scratch.”

“Really? You can do that?”

You are going to do it, my friend. Just imagine making a ‘scratch’ on the emptiness. Go ahead.”

“Humph. This is weird. Make a scratch? You mean we’re literally making it from scratch?” I hesitantly follow your instructions, imagining my fingernail scraping down a blank screen in front of me. Upon the darkness, a thin, white vertical line appears.

“That was easy.” I continue to whisper.

“Now get closer to it. Go right up and tell me what you see.”

My vision moves forward at your request. “It’s widening and opening, shimmering along the edges. It looks effervescent, like thousands of tiny bubbles. They form the boundary all the way around.”

“Look into your creation and keep telling me what you see,” you urge.

“There’s depth. I can see into it, like space. Something’s happening in there.” I stare for a few moments, not quite understanding what I’m seeing. “It looks like molecules being created, or maybe atoms. I guess I can’t tell the difference.”

I’m amazed to see such depth inside the void. Everything outside this ‘scratch’ is just flat. Inside, the orbs keep popping up, dividing, multiplying, connecting. OK, now they seem to be shrinking, or maybe my vision is pulling back. It’s hard to tell. The opening is getting wider. I can see more now. There are surfaces, formed from millions of the combined orbs. They’re like waves, sheets of gossamer material. Above is a kind of ceiling, in motion, like the surface of an ocean, viewed from below.

“Wow.” A sudden flash of light from above; everything is stirred up and agitated. My voice starts again, “The molecules are shaking fiercely. Sheets of them are tearing and curling, flying all around.”

Another flash, and there is more agitation. My vision is rising toward the ceiling. It breaks the surface. This is an ocean. Rolling waves swell around me. Somehow now, I’m inside this world. There’s a horizon in the distance, and on it a sun is rising—just a tiny sliver at first. It is not the Earth’s sun, though. It’s blue. Everything in this world is tinted with that color.

I can no longer see the edges of the slash I made. The flat emptiness is gone. I’m inside the new world. Another flash of light, lightning strikes the water. Another strike. And another. Thunder roars close by above. Over and again, the lightning pounds the surface. Great clouds roil the sky. Blue rain pours down; the sun is obliterated. I feel the ocean teeming, aroused. It is Life! The ocean is alive. The clouds are alive. The lightning is alive.

“I’m feeling an incredible exultation. This is my creation,” I realize, shouting. “I’ve created this world! Forgive me, but I’m feeling like God here. Whatever I imagine comes to be. I sense the direct link between my imagination and it’s creation. This is amazing.”

“If you want forgiveness, you’ll have to ask it of yourself.” I sense you winking. “After all, you are God.”

“Cute, O. Now tell me what this is all about. Why are you having me do this?”

“I want you to know that you are God. We are all God. Now give your blessing to the world you’ve just created, and come back to me. Let this universe go its own way. You may return at any time to check on its progress. It will always be part of you. It will always draw its projection from your channel of divine energy. In this way you are responsible for its destiny.”

I’m again in the void, looking at the scratch from outside. Yet I can still see into it. Rapid evolution is taking place. Already single-celled organisms are forming and multiplying throughout the living ocean. That ocean is shepherding and nourishing its life forms. I send in one more generous blessing and withdraw completely.

Now I’m back at my keyboard. The sub-dimension is gone and so is the orange sphere.

My questions are coming up with force. “So, tell me. Just what is my ‘responsibility’ for that world I just created?”

“Your essence will guide all evolution within its realm. As your consciousness is, so will be your creation. If you would have your world be beautiful and benign, alert and authentic, then you must be that in yourself. This world will be everything you are—with all your personal qualities. So, be good, for goodness’ sake,” you laugh sympathetically.

“That’s no small responsibility!” I cringe. “Why did you want me to know that I am God, O?”

“What a silly question! Who in their right mind would not want to know such a thing?”

“Well, yes, of course—a good thing to know. But why is it part of our communication right now? How does it fit with your purpose for this book?”

“This book will illustrate many forms of projection and creation, using imagination, sub-dimensions and portals.”

You settle into a more instructional tone. “We ourselves are projections, passing up through portals from deeper levels to come here. We begin at Absolute Source, as a singularity, and move out through the field of Oneness; we eventually project ourselves into the duality world. This progression results in the opposite of Oneness—call it ‘many-ness’. This swamps humans in a morass of complexity, illusion and separation—nothing seems connected; you do not see the etheric web that weaves it all together.

“To the awakened mind, however, this same projection triggers something quite different—the appreciation of paradox. With it we know what is real and what is not. We see the multitude of forms in the Cosmos as Oneness in disguise. With a discerning eye—living within the sensation of paradox—we can look straight through all the manifestations of things, right to the Source.”

“OK. But that is beyond the capacity of most humans. For instance, my creation was pretty unconscious. I didn’t even realize it was me doing it.”

“In duality, everything shares existence with its opposite! Each thing contains a portal into its opposite. Thus, all forms are linked with formlessness; within duality lies the portal to Oneness. Your ego is constantly en guard against that portal opening.”

“Really!” I react. “I can see that. Ego wants to be the one-and-only.”

“You were indeed working blindly in that little adventure just now. However, you sensed the reality, without having to think about it. That is what we’re asking each of you to do in your lives over the coming years: Feel the reality below the illusion; feel the formless below the form and the Oneness below the many-ness. I’m saying this quickly and in passing here. But I will elucidate each aspect of it in the coming letters. Take this statement as an overview of our objective. As our group voice declared, ‘Oneness is the vehicle we will ride through the passage of the Great Storm…”

Copyright 2011 Robert Lee Potter

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