In 2009, at a dinner party in Philadelphia, PA., I was introduced to the manuscript for the first book of "Letters from 500." My dear friend, Robert Potter, had an amazing five months of download from a Being 500 years in our future, and I was among the first to hear of this wonderful adventure story that has provided me with resonance to a new level of knowing. After two days, in complete absorption with the book, I promised Robert that I would help make this story known. Since then I have helped design and publish all three of these amazing books. This blog is my sincere offering to the universe and to those wonderful Vigilans who, I have discovered, are our future selves. To them, I bow with my Soul's gratitude, for it is through their sublime words that I now direct my life and with their guidance share with those who resonate as deeply as I did. With love...cosmicobserver

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“We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence.”

“Here is the true meaning and value of compassion and nonviolence, when it helps us to see the enemy’s point of view, to hear his questions, to know his assessment of ourselves. For from his view we may indeed see the basic weaknesses of our own condition, and if we are mature, we may learn and grow and profit from the wisdom of the brothers who are called the opposition.”

 

As we watch our nation’s frustration turn on itself we must realize that ignorance exists at every level of participation. There are those whose convictions are sincere and will express that sincerity through resisting the ugly that festers in our ranks. There are those whose convictions are cancerous and will express that cancer through vile means, climbing over the body of justice to facilitate ignominious behavior, with no regard for the other. For the lover of truth, this moment in our tortured history will stain the pages of history forever, and tears will supplant the righteous call that should be this moment-in-motion.

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How small we are in this thing of dreams, no Wonder to enthrall,

How minuscule, how thinly masked, that grit that makes us tall.

We tower in our minds alone and revel in our ploys,

We think us greater than all else, and yet we play, as toys.

No deep thoughts linger to move the world, no depth in our perception,

We travel in a mindscape vision, mighty lost in the wrong perfection.

Towards end a light awakens me, the fog of thought now tiring,

How silly, was there all along, just lost in my self ‘miring.

The magic of life is simple and plain, it waits with patient breath,

The magic of life so willing, so game, to love us beyond cosmic death.

© Stefan Bright 02/04/18

[Conscious Evolution]

Stop where you are in your mind, right now. Listen to the energy that is coming in with this vision. Go behind it. Convert your awareness now, using a very specific intention. Instead of seeing the images, listen to them. Go down to the sensation beneath both seeing and hearing.

“Sorry, I can’t hold it back anymore. What I’m sensing is very large… vast in fact. It’s the size of the whole solar system. No, make that the whole galaxy. I don’t know why I’m saying this. It sounds crazy. But I’m feeling that sensation you suggested, way down below. That’s where these visions are coming from. That’s where the leak is. There’s an opening of some kind down there. I’m sensing a contradiction: The opening is in complete darkness, but it’s generating light. Am I making any sense?”

Absolutely. Stay with the sensation and tell me everything you hear and see.

“OK. It’s like I’m sensing molecules in my own body. I’m hearing them, literally, crashing into each other’s force fields. The vibrations of these impacts are synchronizing, merging, and carrying a message upward and out to my ears and eyes. The impression is rising and expanding out into the world. That’s the channel you are using to communicate with me. Wow! I get it. I actually sense it. Is this what you’re doing? Is this news to you?”

Yes and no. I understand the mechanics of this communication. But I certainly did not think you would be able to register at that level. You’re going much deeper than I would have expected.

“Now the impulse is beyond the world, out into space. It’s like I’m getting bigger along with the radiating vibration. I’m flying out through the galaxy. It’s all crystal clear. I’m seeing every planet, star and nebula in precise detail. The message is going out there, everywhere, all at once, in one timeless moment. There is complete stillness. And yet, it is all expanding, evolving, changing.

“Oh! Now it’s all getting very chaotic, agitated. I’m seeing stars erupting, exploding, wheeling through space, crashing into each other. Fire and searing bright light everywhere. Suddenly there’s an ominous blackness. The stars are all gone. What happened to them? I’m feeling a deep, unrelenting fear building up, pounding on my senses. It’s coming at me with infinite force, sucking me into it. Irresistible! I can’t imagine such a thing. This is horrible! I’ve got to… whew. The vision is fading. I’m losing it now, thank God. There is nothing coming through … only the root sensation. What does this mean?”

It means, my dear friend, that you have found your place in our work. There is destiny afoot here. Conscious Evolution has shown you the path of this project, what your role might be. It has shown you some of the microscopic and macroscopic mechanics of what we are using here.

“I’m not sure what you’re getting at. That was a very vivid thing I just witnessed. What was that fear, that darkness?” (more…)

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No verse today to prologue this wire,

No words, no thoughts moved in to inspire.

The whispers, they voice around a.m. 3.

Last eve not even a drop tickled me.

So here’s the post, just let it be said,

More words like yesterday, I’ll just let them wed.

 

 

[Three More Suggestions]

“Several letters ago, you gave me three suggestions for living through the Great Storm. Can you give me any more?”

Yes. That’s what I was just preparing to do. We are synchronizing more and more. Have you noticed? This is what I anticipated from the beginning. You are learning to read between the lines. Here are three more suggestions, which are follow-ups to each of the three I started with:

1) As you improve your capacity to actively notice what you are feeling and thinking, and what is happening around you, turn that noticing into the expansion of awareness. Invite into your being a new openness and allowing that will begin to dissolve barriers around the little self. The focus of this is the release of your identity with form, and that which is separate from the Cosmos.

You may use noticing as a technique within your meditations. Observe, for instance as you sit still, that there are holes within the fabric of your thinking. There are occasional brief pauses in the streams of thought. There are openings between all the streams as well, loopholes if you will.

Use your imagination to zoom down to microscopic levels in these holes. There, if you are patient, you will recognize what we call points of peace. Now apply your awareness to these points. Center in on them. Relax into their spaciousness. They feel enormously peaceful. When you enter their orbits, you feel blanketed by the most refreshing and calming influence. If you do this, you will find that they are not only supremely serene, but they are also internal power generators of great abundance.

Peace points are always within your reach; they are built into every conscious inner being. Normally, in humans, they’re layered over by the jumble of thoughts, emotions and physical vibrations. The belief that you are an isolated individuality reinforces these distractions in your head. The point here is to make conscious what already exists. You do not have to go searching for peace. That would be a mental activity, and it would only cover the points over with another layer of mind stuff. This is what spiritual seeking does, by the way. It layers over the very thing you thinkyou are looking for, and leaves it perpetually hidden. Seeking does not reveal what is sought; only that which is sought can reveal itself. Instead of seeking, allow yourself to be patient, and notice.

“But that sounds like it would take an eternity. And besides, I have found many things in my life by searching for them.”

What you have found is not what you sought, my friend. It is a mental facsimile of that. Searching for things only creates more things in your life. If you are seeking the spirit, the soul, you will never find it in the mind.

“Hmm. I guess I always knew that somehow.” (more…)

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[The following is a repost from Letters from 500 “Three Suggestions.” Reminders are wonderful things, especially now, in a world so filled with mind noise and distractions.] 

“Here we go again. I’m seeing stars! And I don’t mean like in the old cartoons. These are real! I’m getting images of quickly flowing lights, streaming gases, chaos. I feel like there is a bubble of light around me. It seems to be alive! Suddenly darkness. But this is not ordinary darkness. This is infinite blackness. No hope of light anywhere. I sense great fear, intense resistance. I can’t help but fight against it; it’s pushing on me so hard from all sides. It’s like this darkness is thick with its own presence, its own essence of fear. The sense of confinement is unbelievable. It is living death, totally alone. What on Earth is this?”

I feel that it is not on this Earth!

“Yes. It’s somewhere else. At last I feel a small degree of relief around me in the darkness. It’s hardly a glimmer, but something is there, a tiny glimmer of light; and now it’s gone. It’s all gone. God, I’m shaking all over. What was that? I don’t like it at all.”

It makes me think I must invite you more quickly into an open understanding of our project. I will initiate that upon completion of this next step.

“What do you mean, ‘next step’? Why do you keep delaying your explanation of these visions?”

Because the visions have their own explanations embedded within them. They must speak to you for themselves. You must listen. I can help, but the realization can only come from you.

I will say this, however. The visions are prompting our conversation to now move into a new phase. It behooves me to reveal some order in all this. I will give you some specific advice on how to live through the times you’re in.

“Great! That sounds right to me. I think we all have our heads spinning these days. Please help. Not that I’m giving up my right to raise tough questions, mind you.” (more…)

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(Memorial Day)

 

If all the flags that are displayed from house to house today could be but an energy thread that ties all of us together in oneness – with compassion and understanding and love for all then we would be able to celebrate greatness in our country. Till then, we are a tattered symbol, mired in the selfish world of unawakened fools.

 

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Have you seen my soul today,
It’s nowhere to be found?
I saw it last rolled in a ball,
As it scurried underground.

Have you seen my soul today,
Stripes colored true and through?
I thought I saw it then it’s gone,
Those hues no longer viewed.

Have you seen my soul today,
Waving to the crowd?
Its mission passion torn apart,
Its voice no longer loud.

Have you seen my soul today,
That topped the mighty spire?
With windblown threads kissed tops of heads,
And its message filled with fire.

I’ve lost my mighty soul today,
Its pain brought on by thus.
I’ve lost my mighty soul today,
It’s nothing more than dust.

But, if you find my darling soul,
Wherever it may be,
Let it know I wish it would
come back and conquer me.

I’m ready for the new unfurl,
The reason for my ride.
To hear voices raised in heartfelt praise,
A return to my soul’s full pride.

© 2017 Stefan Bright

 

This is the final installment of a repost from January 2010. Even in the world of pandemic survival, we find ourselves surrounded by ignorance, brought on by unenlightened power play. Time to wake up before the end crashes down on us.

Can we define leadership in this present-day world? Do we really have a clue what true leadership is all about after living years with such a muddled idea of the concept? We have become numb to it. We have lost the standard on which to base the value of greatness. It is not a moral standard that should be used as a value,  for the human concept of morality lacks the most important ingredient – Authenticity. When we can reach deep within our soul for commitment to authenticity then we will have a new standard for living and value shall become a thing of the heart and great once more.

“…Another vision is coming. I’m seeing an old, old man… with long silver hair and dark skin. He’s sitting beside a fountain, in a garden. I can hear the splash of water. The woman I saw before is with me again. She’s laughing and talking. The words aren’t clear though. The old man is looking directly into my eyes like he’s actually seeing me right now. His eyes are the most unusual color, a kind of maroon. They’re fierce. Those eyes are eating into me… I have to look away.”

What are you doing in this place?

“That’s what I want to know! You tell me.”

Stop… Feel your space. You will know the answer to my question. Let it come.

“Oh my God. Yes. I do know. It’s coming to me like I’ve been here before. I am here because this man is my… my brother? It doesn’t make any sense; he’s not my brother. Still, I’m getting that he and I belong together somehow. How can this be? He’s so old, so different from me. I’ve never seen this place before.

“The scene is shifting to a forest. The man is there with me, but he is no longer looking at me. He’s just sitting, very still at the base of a huge tree. Wait. Shifting again. Holy cow! I’m high above the Earth, floating in space. Now I’m falling down… down toward a vast forest. Falling, falling. Stop! I’ve had enough falling in these things! I’m pulling out of this vision.”

All right. I can’t say I blame you. Just sit for a moment and relax. You were much more in control in this one, my friend. That’s real progress. This is something we can definitely use.

“Use for what? What do you mean something we can use?”

I have an idea for you. But I can’t tell you about it yet.

“Why not? Why are you still keeping me in the dark?”

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This is the 2nd installment of a repost from January 2010. Even in the world of pandemic survival we find ourselves surrounded by ignorance, brought on by unenlightened power play. Time to wake up before the end crashes down on us.

The world around us seems to be moving farther apart as we evolve through this incarnation. You would think that evolution would bring us closer together as a species; more harmony, more love and more compassion. On the contrary, it is moving to extreme ends of the spectrum. One is a fundamentalist attitude with a reptilian gut approach to life and the other is a transcendent consciousness which feels through the divine heart and sees through the enlightened mind. In between these two extremes lie the manipulations of self absorption. And through this tumultuous existence the fire of transformation is heating up. Now, in this crucial time, the fire brings life on this planet to a raging boil and the lid of civilization is about to blow. The result will be amazing. Read on:

“…Would you please give me some details? What happens to ordinary people during those decades? What happens when awakened ones encounter people who still had egos? Is there fighting in the streets, or what?”

The struggles occur primarily within the individual mind and soul, not in the streets. If it’s a fight you’re looking for, look within. You can feel it right now, I’m sure—the pressure to do something or be somebody, versus the quiet urge to be at peace and follow a truly authentic path. There are indeed times when people with full egos encounter those with empty ones.

What happens then is that the ego-full ones see before them an individual who is no threat. They see someone charming in a way they can’t describe, also simple and unassuming. They do not register anything about ego, however. The mind does not detect the absence of ego. Only the deeper awareness is sensitive enough for this. The encounter between ego and non-ego does not engender aggressive feelings among people; the confrontation only happens inside the individual psyche. There is no battle between the haves and have-nots in the outer world, as I think you’re imagining.

Those without egos can, however, detect those with egos. It is almost a visual perception. The old species has a dark and filmy shade or halo around them; it appears to be continually squeezing and contracting upon the person and his environment, closing down and hardening. The feelings of separateness in and around these people is clearly visible. It impacts all the senses. Recall your own answer to my question about your personal fear. (more…)

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This is the first installment of a repost from January 2010. Even in the world of pandemic survival we find ourselves surrounded by ignorance, brought on by unenlightened power play. Time to wake up before the end crashes down on us.

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Letter Eleven “After the End” is very auspicious at this moment; in our country and in our consciousness. The turbulence of transformation has begun and those who understand the sign posts will be conscious enough to weather the storm. Our great global civilization has reached the end of its life of egoic pride and selfish motivation. There is a new consciousness dawning that will leave the present species nothing more then a hard cover volume of history. We have served Source well up to this  point. With all the imaginings of a world bathed in love and harmony we just couldn’t get it right. Without the knowledge to understand and the will to create a new paradigm we eventually became lost in our own story. Perhaps after a couple of visits to “Avatar,” sitting alone to contemplate the possibility of one love, one heart and one mission, can we  finally understand how foolish we have behaved with the potential given us from the Source.

“I can’t argue with all the pain in the world today. But hasn’t there always been pain, injustice and cruelty? Is today any different really?”

Yes. Really. Just the sheer numbers of humans alone is enough to explain the increase in pain. However, there is a qualitative difference as well. More people are feeling more than ever; this is part of the movement of awareness. As these feelings of all kinds grow in intensity, so does the general awareness. Information in your time is expanding at unprecedented rates that stagger your mental capacities. It is all on the rise.

Finally, the pain is coming forward in greater abundance because it is being drawn out by the species’ ego. Ego is trying to rally its defenses through this tactic. However, it is unwittingly causing greater and faster awakening, as people are registering their pain in clearer ways. With clarity they are beginning to see through it more easily. All the darkness within is being exposed directly to the light.

“I don’t know. I’m not sure exposing the darkness to light is really working. I still see so much fear and stupidity all around—in politics and religion and entertainment. Everything is reaction and distraction!”

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In a environment of unrecognizable babble we are dumbing down our mind machine to try and understand the chatter that flies inside the winds of ridiculousness. Without the Twitter-verse we would be prone to more intelligent stuff, and those who use the platform to convey wily thoughts would be empty and alone, with opinions that spin inside their brains without exiting. What a wonderful world that would be.

I find that an exercise in Dylan-speak is helpful at this time. Give your mind something to wrap itself around other than the utter-fluff. Meditate on this song for a while and see if your brain doesn’t send kisses down your spine. It’s alright ma, we’re only human.

“Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool’s gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proves to warn that he not busy being born
Is busy dying

Temptation’s page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover that you’d just be
One more person crying

So don’t fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It’s alright, Ma, I’m only sighing

As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don’t hate nothing at all
Except hatred

Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Made everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It’s easy to see without looking too far
That not much is really sacred

While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have to stand naked

An’ though the rules of the road have been lodged
It’s only people’s games that you got to dodge
And it’s alright, Ma, I can make it

Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you’re the one
That can do what’s never been done
That can win what’s never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you

You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks they really found you

A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not fergit
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to

Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to

For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Do what they do just to be nothing more than something they invest in

While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God bless him

While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society’s pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole that he’s in

But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it’s alright, Ma, if I can’t please him

Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn’t talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer’s pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death’s honesty
Won’t fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes must get lonely

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me

And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They’d probably put my head in a guillotine
But it’s alright, Ma, it’s life, and life only”

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Songwriters: Bob DylanIt’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)

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 I have been meditating since 1971, originally under the guidance and presence of an Indian guru, and then, after finding my own inner teacher, continuing the magic of meditation on a daily basis. At some point I realized that my meditations took root at any time or any place, without ceremony and without intention. It just rose through my aspiration, presenting itself through inspired moments that clearly touched my soul.





Some time ago I started to express the results of my deep dives into space, where chaos meets simplicity and is eternally embraced. I hope for future conversations into this extraordinary world.






					


	

					




		
			


	

		

		

				
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“He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.” —Aeschylus
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It seems that time repeats moments in ways that shake the fiber of our deeper selves and that shake is suppose to awaken us to the ignorance long stored in the cells of our own humanity. We our conscious, yes, but not awake. We are intelligent, yes, but not comprehending. We are powerful, yes, but not transcending.
In 2010 I posted this piece as we were moving out of darkness. Drawn on by fear and ignorance and power we slopped through the weeds with reckless abandon. Here we are again, under the misconception of skewed righteousness. Will we never learn?!!!
Effulgent Light Through The Darkness.



Over the last two years we have been stunned out of the illusion of “living large” into the great abyss of uncertainty. We are on an endless decent into the darkness with fear as our partner. We can see no way out of this loss of worth that we hold so dear to our existence. We sat in a bubble of illusion for so long that the burst has sprung us into a state of survival beyond the very borders of the physical state. Our mental and emotional senses have reached the breaking point. Our sanity is at stake and there is no remedy in this fragile moment.
Yet, this is the way of the warrior. The mystery of the beyond, the darkness at the edge of the forest. And as we step forth, with no security beneath our feet, we feel our very being lose its tenseness in the light of truth that lies ahead. Within our heart of hearts lies the real Self that has accompanied us on this journey into the realm of illusion. It is not only our best friend, it is our one true being. There is no greater essence than this that rides within us. For the rider has surrendered to this journey for the thrill of it and now has decided to lead us home. We must listen closely to the instructions for we have lost the way ourselves and forgotten that the rider has been with us all along.
The following excerpt from the new book of Letters is our instruction back to our home. As you read it let it pour through your mind. Allow it to fill the sensing area of your heart. It will pierce through to the Self sitting in wait and awaken you. This is the mighty call. Let us walk into the New Year with confidence because the rider has taken charge and the destination is Delight.
   



 



In duality, separation is a fact of life. It exists. But within itself—that is, within separation, lies the portal to oneness, formlessness, and non-existence. Our very existence contains, within itself, non-existence. It is the same as saying all creation is founded upon the Void. In duality, everything contains and shares existence with its opposite! Each thing contains a portal into its opposite. Thus, within your own duality lies the portal to oneness. Your ego is constantly en guard against that portal opening. It fearfully senses the underlying presence of non-existence. It works tirelessly to distract you from realizing this presence.
You were indeed working blindly in that little adventure just now. But you caught on rather quickly. That’s encouraging. You sensed the reality, without having to think about it. That is what we are asking all of you to do in your lives over the coming few 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.
“And just what does that mean? It sounds so abstract and metaphorical for me. How do we ‘ride oneness’ like a vehicle?” (more…)