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

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.

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.”

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…)

One moment in eternity I peer out from the Souls domain, into the time filled world of human experience. My demeanor of peace and light-filled-joy sees a great possibility in this active world. Challenges appear, wanting for my Soul to engage.

I dive deep into the Cosmic Sea. With a swell of promise filling my energy field I head straight for this little island in the middle of everywhere. I am sure of nothing. The unknown that awaits is the adrenaline of my soul’s purpose. It fills me with everlasting, adamantine, Will. This Will that knows no failure. For, all the push and pull of consciousness is only an action to stimulate the presence of the Now. It is a starting and finishing line of all the rotations of the soul’s visits to this tiny space, an acceptance of the game of continued enlightenment. 

There is a deep shadow cast on the life of this planet now. It is part of the play. It is neither good nor bad, it’s just part of the Dusty Grime kicked up by the momentum of life, along the way of discovery. It affects us deeply only if we succumb to it. There is a way clear of these putrid dust balls, but it takes more than one’s adamantine Will, it takes the courage to stay in Integrity’s Light and not be mesmerized by the deep shadows of earth’s addictive illusion.

The following excerpt is Epilogue 2 from “The Way of the Waking World.” It was brought back to our attention by Peggy Beck, who has intuited the true meaning of Letters with great understanding. She has made us retrace our steps along this path of learning and we are truly grateful for her insight. It could never be more poignant than it is now. Take 3 deep healing breaths, read Shadows and Light on Earth, and then breathe those breaths again and exhaust all the illusion with those vibrations of Peace echoing through your body. 

Shadows and Light on Earth

I sit in the dark morning, meditating on stillness. This meditation has come upon me from within. It has demanded me to wake up and be here with it. It is like a very peaceful person, a presence, a life and consciousness in its own right, coming to me to bring a gift. It is the gift of serene sensibility. I join this life presence and enter its quiet spaciousness. I sit.

But then there are thoughts arising. Let them go. Let them flow around and off, away. I re-enter the stillness. Still, there are impressions coming, streaming in from my benefactor, peace. I accept the gifts and place them into my mind and thoughts. They materialize as two forms in one. They are, at once, Omis and Orange, in a single feminine voice. The darkness speaks out of them, into them.

“I’m wondering about the last line of the book.” I muster some inadequate, raspy words.

“You are meant to wonder at those words. They are wonder words.” They chuckle softly at the phrase that rests briefly upon the silence. “You wonder at the idea of ‘God’ and the idea of being ‘possessed’ by anything. Can it be a good thing to be possessed?”

“Yes, that’s it,” I answer with concern. “Being ‘possessed’ sounds like unconsciousness, not awakening.”

“So it does. However, you know that we often speak to your mind through paradox. The paradox here is that ‘possession’ means a loss of control, giving that over to a force that dominates you. But consider that losing control, losing your mind, under the influence of ultimate divinity and presence can be true awakening. (more…)

Look around you. What do you see of the people who are in your sphere of life? Some are kind and joyful and will extend their arms to embrace you and love you. Others are cold and blank and unable to feel the heart that lives so deep inside their body. This is the way it is. No matter how hard we try to change that dynamic it is here to stay, for now, a potent reality. We have activists performing extraordinary challenges to make changes in our social structure. They pour into the daily dynamic a body and a voice that shouts pleas for change. This is the nature of the third-dimensional conflict. Pull and push, push and pull. But there are others, not as visible, not as strident. They move in subtle ways. They emit their force with the grace of the deeper energetic waves of consciousness. Like the Tao of QiGong, their force moves silently, with the power of a thunderous herd. This is the wisdom of The Holy Unknown. We play into it every day. It is our destiny’s walk. And walk we must, because only death will cease the search. Until next time. 

 

Chapter Thirty –

The Brink of Creation

The way is clear. I stand and follow our guides out onto the

ground beside our time-craft. Uussuk and Brethmoral bow low and

quite suddenly dissolve into thin air, without so much as a

fare-thee-well. Lieutenant Siler is taken aback briefly, but quickly regains

composure; she’s seen a lot by now and it’s become more difficult

to surprise her. She smiles at me and looks over to Ab’th and Iya.

They seem to be sensing something that eludes me.

We are standing now outside the time-craft on the barren, dead

Earth of some nine billion years in the future. I mumble aloud,

“What do you suppose has happened to our guides?”

Iya answers, “They have gone to prepare a way for us here. We

have been invited to join their team, to assist in the Grand Reunion.

I am honored to be part of it—for now, or whenever.”

“I’m afraid I was about to decline the offer,” the lieutenant interjects,

somewhat chagrinned. “I do feel a strong urge to get back

to my own time, to my Air Force unit. But once I really thought

about it—about leaving you all now—I couldn’t go. It made me realize

about how important this crazy adventure has become to me.

So, I decided I needed to see it through, and stay with this unit. I

guess I’ve become a part of your family, as much as I’m a part of my

other one, too.” (more…)

As the summer’s heat burns the noise of conflict deeper and deeper into our chaotic game a new participant enters with a clear and insightful hand, The Holy Unknown. The final book in the Letters From 500 series is now available through Amazon and you can order it by clicking on the book’s cover, at the bottom of the Order Books page. In the meantime, we will offer excerpts from the book from time to time starting with the “Author’s Note” below.

It has never been more obvious than it is now that we pull into our conscious awareness the great possibilities brought to light by the wisdom of our future selves. This bothersome fly of the moment, that keeps buzzing around our head, is just a speck in the grand scheme of human survival and the next step in human evolution, conscious evolution. Don’t let this flick of time, our time, mark the ‘everything there is and nothing more’. Breathe in the words of The Holy Unknown and bring peace into your eternal soul.

 

Author’s Note

Assist the Transition

Imagine … “You are sitting on a grassy bank beside a stream. Put

your hand in the water and feel it swirling around your fingers. Put

your gaze into the stream and the rippling flow. The flow is moving

from some unknown source toward some unknown destination. Stretch

your feelings out toward the unknown in both directions. Embrace the

totality of this moment and movement; it rests within the center of the

unknown.”

—Orange, Letters from 500, Vol I, p. 4

At last, we are at the end of the seven book series. In the beginning,

as I’ve said before, I really expected the correspondence to end

after one book. Then, later, I thought the third book was the end. Now,

according to all participants, this is manifestly the final ‘last one’. I

promise. Enough is enough!

By the way, this is a continuation of the story in book six, picking

up in midstream from that narrative, as though the two are one together—

so much so that the chapters here continue the numbering

from the previous book.

So, now, what is the upshot of all these Letters from 500 that I’ve

written over the past nine years? What was the intent, and what was

the result? Where does it go from here? A corollary question that

comes to mind is: What is happening in our world today? How have

the books addressed that? Are the perspectives on our time, laid down

in these dialogues, reasonable to consider?

People have asked me if the characters in the stories are real. Is the

story somehow real? Some want to believe the letters truly are from the

future. When I begin to answer such inquiries, I find myself shifting into

a kind of altered state. It’s as if the mere wondering about it sends me

into a new dimension, a very ‘sincere’ place, deep inside. Contemplating

a response demands I assume an openness and respect for all the

possibilities. (more…)

The seventh and final book, in the Letters from 500 story, is about to be published. In 2009 the story began, and the thread of life’s harmonious potential grew and grew. In many ways, the idea of a perfect world, where we experience our oneness and our planet’s magnanimous embrace of our survival, can be a reality. 

Thank you to all who have joined our merry band of believers. 

 

Author’s Note – Assist the Transition

Imagine … “You are sitting on a grassy bank beside a stream. Put your hand in the water and feel it swirling around your fingers. Put your gaze into the stream and the rippling flow. The flow is moving from some unknown source toward some unknown destination. Stretch your feelings out toward the unknown in both directions. Embrace the totality of this moment and movement; it rests within the center of the unknown.”

—Orange, Letters from 500

I write these letters in the ‘second person’ when I’m addressing my friend from the future, Orange. I know it may be confusing to the reader. I’ve tried putting it other ways during editing. But that hasn’t worked for me. From the beginning, these Letters have been a bizarre form of correspondence between O and me. I ask, therefore, that you indulge us in this. When I say ‘you’ in the dialogues, I am speaking directly to Orange, as though writing her a letter. (more…)