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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Between 1970 and 1973 I had the great honor of working in the studio with The Last Poets. They are the forefathers of present-day Rap and masters of the message, in rhyme and rhythm.

“This Is Madness” is their 1971 album, and the track of the same name, penned by Omar  Ben Hassan. This ‘Madness,’ back then, was voiced in Rhyme about the Crime of the Time. It morphed into everyday life and became the poetic backdrop for the consciousness of the early ’70s.

Yet, here we are again, and never, since then, has it been truer than now. Anger, building into hate. Hate so palpable you can smell it oozing from the pores of unconscious living. A bias so great that it lathers the tongue from which it hails. This is the first step in the final steps toward oblivion…Oh, please, give us back our sanity.

I watched this almost two-hour Town Hall and was able to breathe again. There is sanity out there, and I miss it dearly. Do yourself a favor and listen to this Town Hall, with an open mind and an open heart. Put your biases and your anger and your hate aside for two hours and just listen to reason. Perhaps it’s time to start learning from our children. They bring a new paradigm to the idea of life. The ego stops here. Thank you.

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In the aftermath of last week’s terrorist attack in New Zealand, all eyes have turned toward the country’s Prime Minister, Jacinda Ardern. She gave a powerful address to Parliament, in which she urged people to not speak the name of the attacker who took the lives of 50 Muslim worshipers. “Speak the names of those who were lost rather than the name of the man who took them,” she said. “He may have sought notoriety, but we in New Zealand will give him nothing — not even his name.” (Source – Hilary Whiteman, CNN)

Not a bad idea. Maybe we should stop mentioning the names of those who terrorize our sanity and start mentioning those who support us with integrity and righteousness.

Do names, like labels, give you meaning? Perhaps they enable the individuated self to feel important. At the least, they separate us from each other. Separate our identity from each other. Perhaps, with no names attached, we could allow our empathy to take shape and feel each other’s joy and pain more succinctly. This could produce the love we are sorely missing, and give us a sense of the equality we are so desperately seeking.

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There was a time when our values, and thoughts, and beliefs, helped to bring out the best in us. Now, our values, and thoughts, and beliefs, are helping to bring out the worst in us. 😢 So we meditate and concentrate on the things we hold dear – the values, and thoughts, and beliefs, that bring us closer to our Divine home. We have drifted away. Time to return. It’s time to hold our leaders to a higher standard. So they can represent the best of us.

 

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As mentioned before, Robert is now engaging in conversations with his Higher Soul Essence or “All Self.” Once again the mystery of a more knowing entity comes through these dialogues with precise direction, for understanding and working with life in its present state. The timing could not be better for these dialogues. A real part of our species has moved from a state of apathy to a more daring stage of emotional upheaval, creating a negative hate force that sends charges of societal destruction through the ethers. This movement is based on the ego’s fear of desolation, the loss of identity within the cloud of ignorance. We are evolving it is true, but our pace is snail-like and the many who hold on to the old version of being are trapped in that caged state of ignorance. Knowing is a good thing. Knowing in an enlightened state even better. Reacting from a gut state, a reptilian brain state is not so good. It is purely destructive, and that’s what’s clear in the present course of affairs across the planet. With all the new lightworkers and teachers giving advice today you would expect a more enlightened field, but it is all hindered by the overwhelming need for power and control by those who haven’t gotten the message yet. So here is hoping that the switch will be clicked on and the mind room presently in darkness will be illumined and swept clean of debris. What’s wonderful about these dialogues is they bring positivity and light to life’s present struggle.

I will be posting these dialogues regularly. This one, #3, I thought was àpropos for now.

 

RP: Hey. I only have a few minutes to connect. But I thought I would give it a shot. Are

you there?

AS: Of course. You have my number. What’s on your mind?

RP: Maybe a question about what kind of writing you would recommend for me next. Is

there a project you might suggest?

AS: Yes. I ‘might’ suggest a project or two. Let’s see. How about you and I talk? Could

that be a project?

RP: Well, that already occurred to me. Could you elaborate on it a bit?

AS: I’d say it would be a series of written dialogues, entertaining the questions you are

facing in your life and in the life of the species at large. You could compile them all into a

book and publish them as you have your other books.

RP: Would that be enough? Hmm. I’ll give it a try at least and see where it leads.

AS: Do you want to start now?

RP: Well, OK. Let’s see, what about the global and national political dilemma we seem to

be facing? What’s really going on, and what can we do about it? Is all the upheaval a good

thing or a very, very bad thing?

AS: It is, of course, both. The bad always comes with the good. They are—a duality

world—two sides of the same coin.

RP: And can you give a name to that coin?

AS: Yes. It is the coin of consciousness. Your world is waking up, accessing ever-deeper

levels of conscious awareness. This is happening at an unparalleled rate at the present time.

You have been over this topic many times, and from many angles, in your conversations

with Orange and Omis. It is not necessary to repeat here what they have told you.

I will, however, build on the foundation they have laid down. You and many millions of

others like you are recognizing the deep, drastic nature of the game being played out on

the national and world stage. From a higher level—a less dualistic level—it is indeed a

‘game’. You are all players on its stage, in the sense that Shakespeare described.

You may well feel manipulated, as pawns in this game, this play. You may feel that you

have no choice or voice in the script and the performances. I would say to you now that

you have a great voice. You are the energetic beings—as souls incarnate—who are writing

the script, the dialogue and the actions. I say ‘you’, not as souls like me, like the All Self,

but rather as the implementers of conscious force on the planes of manifestation.

There is a level, a stratum of stability, between the soul and outer self, the actor in the play.

There is a level of attention to creative force and awareness that gathers the intelligence of

the living Now and translates it into words and deeds on the outer tableau of the world.

There, you and all others collectively, formulate an unwritten-yet-guiding storyline that

makes sense out of the seeming chaos.

RP: I had to interrupt for a bit. Sorry. Can we resume the same conversation now?

AS: Of course, it is WE who choose—choice and voice indeed.

RP: You were saying that we incarnate beings are writing the script of the world. You

were saying we create a storyline that “makes sense out of the seeming chaos.” I must

admit I don’t really understand how that can happen. As individuals we often feel that the

world stage is way beyond us, that we have very little influence upon it.

AS: I know that you feel that way. You humans can ‘feel’ any way you want, any way you

think you must. But the influence you have is very real. Merely by watching a movie or a

news report on the television or Internet, you are influencing the field of consciousness.

Because of the large numbers in the overall population, your input may not be immediately

observable to you, but the energies of attention flowing from you, combine with those of

millions of others and enter the stream of greater awareness. This eventually produces

action, disturbance and/or transformation. It is the most natural form of democracy—

psychical participant energetics.

The field of conscious momentum is the means by which your input—and that of all

others who are paying attention—comes into play. It is not, as you might fear, simply lost

into the ethers of emptiness and impotence. Every thought and feeling, every fear and

faith you give attention to is preserved forever in the fabric of space and ethers. That is

what Dark Matter is for, a storehouse of energetic intelligence.

And there is a feedback loop between you and the field. It is known to you as ‘instinct’.

Animals, plants, insects and humans indeed are receptors for the flow of instinctual

intelligence. Each, in your own way, takes this intelligence into your assigned vehicles and

produces action and structure on the outer planes of physicality. A spider turns the

impulse into a fibrous gossamer web, used for collecting its prey; a human turns the

impulse into a ‘world wide web’ of electronic communication and data collection.

RP: Interesting. And the ‘script’ plays out through instinctual processes?

AS: Exactly. You’re reading my mind. It is not a literal ‘written’ manuscript (though in

part it can come to this form as well). More importantly, it is a manifesto of attitude and

action in the moment. The influence flows from you all, into the matrix of Dark Matter, if

you will, and thence returns back into your conscious awareness and readiness as

instinctual impulses, leading in certain vector directions or destinies.

RP: Can we continue this topic at another time?

AS: Yes, of course. All is well.

© 2019 Robert Lee Potter

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Quietly, lay the flakes gathered upon the Pines. The Birch bow to honor its fall. A visioned mist in the distance, a look of endlessness. Leading to the void where dark and light meet in the marriage of nothingness. How I long for that space that flies me free.

Sitting in the high peaks of Northern Vermont there is a silence to the snowfall and stillness that calms the nerves from the daily throes of life. The body takes on a relaxed feel, producing a clarity that makes one awestruck. As the Knowing seeps into the channels of our mind we feel alive. Alive with energy that is felt from tip to toe, warming our skin and pushing outward through the Auric field. The current is stronger in this stillness and the awareness is uncanny. The land is at peace here. It’s as though this place, at the northern tip, is the crown chakra, and the peace and light that emanate from this spot are sending these subtle waves into the rest of its body, the lower 48. All is good, even in the confusing times we live in. A wakeup from the apathy that we have wallowed in. A reminder that enlightenment is not just a spiritual term, it’s a state that we have longed for, even in the day-to-day. Now our opportunity is here. What shall we choose? A sleep that keeps our enlightened state dormant, or the call to rally to a new world? A world of peace and light and evolved consciousness.

 

A Short Meditation

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Happy New Year 2019

Here’s to a more expressive year. Expressive in Enlightenment, in Peace, in Light, in Knowing. We are more than just human beings, we are infinite souls, moving through time and space to realize our true selves.

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Alone on the bridge, as the light bows to the darkness. Leaving the rattle of the day we become blanketed in the silent peace of night. There is no separation here, just a smooth transition in the duality of life.

After a broad exchange of spiritual views among some of my friends and associates, I voiced my view on the matter.

“This has been an extraordinary conversation. The players couldn’t be more closely involved in the subject matter. I’ve been thinking about my part in this game. It wasn’t exceptional. It just was. I longed for that gold ring as a disciple, and long after. After I left the guru, I played the former disciple with grace, or so I believed. But, it was all in my mind. The day I dropped the search was the day I started to realize. I realized my truth was only mine. Not yours or his or hers, just mine. There is no consensus here. My perception of life and the afterward, and my ideal of enlightenment were just mine. And they were just an idea. Just words floating through my mind. A belief, predicated on learning from this, that, and the other. And then one day those thoughts were gone. The ideas were gone. The slate had been wiped clean. I was empty. 

One day, long after that empty day, I was walking across my room and suddenly I found my self stopped, in the midst of a presence that took my breath away. It was peace, light, and bliss all wrapped up in one. I couldn’t move from that space, why would I? The feeling was transcendent. It produced that current that Franklin Merrill-Wolff speaks of in “Pathways Through To Space.” It lasted no longer than a moment. But, it was there. I felt it through my all, and I can recall it now. It has graced me a few more times, but I cannot hold it firm. It teases me. I am grateful, even for those morsels. There is nothing that can really describe it. My words here are puny at any rate. This thing that we hold so dear to belong to has no ties to us. It is there all the time. If we’re lucky to walk into its space, well that is an awesome day.”

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On October 31 Robert wrote to me about a dream he had and the after-conversation with his higher being, the All-Self. Though not part of the esoteric or philosophical community’s everyday nomenclature this All-Self fit comfortably into the essence of who Robert is and allowed him to communicate on the most subtle level with this Knowingness. Like ‘Letters from 500,’ it was a call, a call from beyond the organic through a myriad of vibrational walls, coming to rest within his harmonic being. 

Though I have concentrated much of my energy, as many have, on the darkness that has become our country’s recent mythology, I have had moments of clarity within the space of that Knowingness that have given me strength. Like “The Four Agreements,” once you allow your ego to take a rest and you comprehend through a deep intuitive rather than the ego mind, you will open the door to a new self. Read it with your eyes and feel it in your soul. Your All-Self will dance in the Knowingness of your awakened Realization.

      

 RP:  Well, good afternoon, AS. As I’m sure you know, I had a powerful dream this morning.

 AS:  Yes. Please describe it for me, for the record.

 RP:  I wrote copious dream notes on it this morning. I don’t have them with me right now. Do you want me to repeat myself?

 AS:  As though you are a ‘repeat self’ of me? Of course, repetition is rampant in the Grand Illusion. It is required that you repeat your ‘self’. Go ahead. I have a feeling it won’t be just duplication in any case.

 RP:  All right then. The dream was coming out of another dream, one in which I was on a prison ship or barge in the harbor of a great city. I was with my family—mother, father, brothers and sisters; we were all prisoners. We were trying to figure out what city this was and where we were. I don’t remember why we were prisoners, but it felt like it had to do with a powerful repressive government that had rushed over our democracy and was ‘locking up’ anyone who dissented or might conceivably dissent. And we had been more than dissenters; we were resisters.

 RP:  But abruptly in the dream everything shifted. I was with the same people (and maybe even in the same place). However, we were no longer prisoners. We were scientists working on new, seminal technologies for the whole planet. We were a family of scientists dedicated to an important, far-reaching cause—of improving the lot of our species.

 RP:  In the middle of our work I suddenly was possessed by a new insight. I shouted and gathered my family members around. We went into our laboratory (from outside on the deck of the former ‘prison’ barge. My father sat on a table at the front of the space. We all gathered in front of him. Then I jumped up and sat between his legs, facing away from him. But I was still speaking to him and to the others. He was significantly larger than me (half again as tall), as though I were a child. It seemed natural somehow to sit in his lap, or between his legs. (more…)