And so we come to the final chapter in Life of Source. It seems that life on this planet is getting more unwound by the events that are tearing this humanity apart. One can imagine a SciFi movie of a doomed future, with buildings in rubble and people wandering the terrain with no hope. This could be the way it will be if we allow the ignorance to flourish. Finding those who are more in tune with planting seeds of awakening is the way we must go. There are many around us. Let’s reach out and join our hands with theirs.

Today Robert sent me a new stream resonating in the voice of Omis who participates in this adventure of the future:

“These books are ‘irregularities’, both in the way they are written—streamed—and in the content they offer. They speak in paradox of the Now, the past and the future as one. They are artifacts from another time—out of time—sprinkling evidence of the unknowable, invisible, seeming impossible things ‘unseen, yet hoped for’, longed for in your new dream—the icon of your evolution. In a phrase, they are intended to stimulate faith in the soul.”

And so it is, for now, in the Epilogue of Life of Source.

 

I am sitting in my room. V is only the memory of an inner voice to me now. Nevertheless, she is real enough. I rest content that we are completing this work. I feel we have founded her project well. I wonder at what last words she might have. I don’t have to wonder long.

V speaks straightaway, “There is lineage to Source that I would have you contemplate. It begins, obviously enough, with Source. And then it climbs, for lack of a better word, into echelon after echelon, spreading forth into the world of manifestation that we know. I will quickly list the progression and then return for further explanation.

First, Source flows into Life; then it embodies the I am state. From there it becomes Presence and thence, Vitality and Sensation. From there it enters the Senses, then Feelings and finally it comes to Mind. Here is the progression in brief: Source: Life: I am:  Presence: Aliveness: Vitality: Sensation: Senses: Feelings: Mind.”

I ponder for a moment what I’ve written down and then ask, “Why is ‘mind’ last? The list seems straightforward enough to me, except that mind is last. The progression seems, for the most part, to be moving from formlessness into form. Wouldn’t the mind fit in before ‘senses’ then?”

“Indeed, it would so seem to the human mind. The progression, however, is not simply from formless to form. It is rather the relative density of manifestation. Contrary to common human thinking, the mind is the densest part of you, physical form and matter notwithstanding. The physical world holds much that is light and etheric—such as the ‘field’ dimension. The mind, however, has taken on, as its role in you, the concretization of essence. It analyzes the progression out from Source and believes that it must condense all understanding into a finite block of comprehension. It craves structure and hard knowledge—density.

“Comprehension, as Omis recently pointed out, takes its meaning from the Latin, ‘grasp together’. Your minds would grasp and bind it all into a fixed system of logic and completed revelation. Mind represents the opposite of Source. Source has no ‘completion’ in its intention and destiny. Source is forever open, unfolding and realizing new realities—it begins again endlessly, instantaneously. Human minds insist on endings, answers and closure of understanding.

“Thus does mentation end the progression—or so it would seem to the mind. Reality, however, is not linear; the straight line exists only as a concept in the mind. Reality is curvy, open and endless.”

I sigh. “V, can you tell me where you’re going with this? What’s the objective here?” (more…)

We have moved back from the vesica, against the vertical wall. There is a circular bench here. I, for one, need to sit down. The end of this discourse is approaching, I know, and I’m a little saddened. I turn to V and touch her hand tenderly, saying, “I’m finally understanding what this book is about.”

“Tell me,” she inquires.

“This is an invitation into presence. I see that knowing the Life of Source means developing an intimate, first-hand relationship with the entity that embodies the Now.”

“You are absolutely correct,” answers Omis. “We have brought you into this space that you may resonate with the way we live, the way Life lives us. It is an unceasing joy to participate with Source in this manner—to realize the true nature of who we are. I know that V is feeling the reverence and sincerity of our mission.”

V nods and speaks softly. “Omis, the way you arrived with us was perfect to illustrate the Life of Source. You have emerged directly out living presence, out of the space itself. If I may be poetical, it accentuates the promise of joy held in the wings of stillness.”

I smile. “V, you are a poet!”

She smiles back and continues, “Omis, we are truly blessed to have you appear again and to bring with you the vigor of creation.”

“Well said,” he continues. “Now, let me tell you about Life from the perspective of an angelan. Moreover, it will indicate how humans can begin to live more freely within themselves. What you are calling presence, I know as Life. I know it as the breath and vibration of light and flesh and texture. I know it as quality and beauty and freshness, ever renewing, always enduring. As I say these words, I know thoroughly that Life is the forming agent, the invigorating principle within them.

“When I gaze upon V’s beauty and receive her appreciation, I know that this, too, is Life at work and at play. It dances through us all, in each expression and experience of the universes, moment within moment, for eternity. In my knowing, I realize Life is present; ‘knowing’ is also Life. Consciousness is Life. Just as there is nothing that does not come from Source, there is nothing that is not Life. My being is Life. All of yours, too, is this. We are blessed, by way of a million dimensions, in each gesture and instant of this creative facility.”

Silence takes over strongly before he speaks again. “Tell me now, my human friend, what have you just written? I know you are wanting to tell us about it; and I sense that its energy wants to unfold.” (more…)

Instead of the crystal-domed Grand Palais, there is a luminous, etheric mountain behind Omis. It climbs vertically hundreds of meters. Its façade is carved with countless openings and large, high windows. Immediately in front of us is the gaping arched entrance we’ve visited before. I see into the interior where exquisite marble floors stretch inward. Along their way, the spacious halls branch off into many, smaller passages and caverns. The transparency of the walls adds to our vision of the depths and complexities of this massif. I look back to Omis.

The angelan continues staring at me. “Let me explain that our recent diversion into the process of creation was necessary. This was to alert you to your role here. It is the same role for anyone participating in our visit or reading the document you are producing. If you are seeing, hearing or listening to these proceedings, you—as authentic Source—are creating them. It then becomes your responsibility and opportunity to unfold their meaning and value—by virtue of your identity with Source!”

Omis motions us into the Akasha now. We seem to glide, more than walk, into the sacred space. As with the other visits I’ve made, I see everything is made of golden light—the floors, the pillars and walls, the vines and trees that cling to the escarpments. I recall that each centimeter of the substance around us is composed of memories from lifetimes lived by countless trillions of incarnate creatures from all over the Cosmos.

Each lifetime is held in a pristine sphere of vital remembrance. If it is embedded in the floor or wall, it somehow generates the flatness required to represent the marble form. As we walk, our feet are treading on these lives. It’s rather like walking over graves in a cemetery. It does no disrespect, however. We are not actually touching anything as we move; hence, the sensation of gliding. We float a millimeter above. (more…)

V and I drift for a long while within the Void. It is at once like a memory and a presentiment of all other experiences—ever; but as always, the reality is only Now. Time has slipped away into inconsequence. We are enfolded and embraced by the great, grand, ineffable emptiness, the ocean of creation. Even in its holy, omnipresent grandeur there is also a tingling intimacy in every point of space. This is the vast Mother of all, the ultimate, universal ‘Mary’ and ‘Grace’.

In this grace we float on inchoate waves of inspiration. There is no thing, and yet there is essence of all things yet to be or that ever were. A gentle feeling of falling attends the floating. I realize now—after all my visits—why it always feels like I’m falling: The Void is ever opening below, into greater and more infinite depths. It draws us down into its bosom, beyond any estimation of what might lie there. The profundity is the falling sensation—inspiration yet to be formed. In this space, I understand at last, it is ‘opening’ that I’ve always interpreted as falling. I have at last grown comfortable with the Void! It is the eternal opening of Source, archetype to the vesica piscis.

I naturally lose mental memory of the experience as it proceeds. Nevertheless, there is an impression that feeds back. It is first and foremost bliss, indefinable and pristine. This, I was told long ago, is the feeling generated by returning from formlessness. It is a visceral reaction in counterpoint to the negation of all senses; paradoxically, it is also the root of original sensation. The bliss is nearly without form; it feels like utter peace. Yet it has a scintillating resonance toward all forms. Bliss is the feeling of Oneness as it crosses into duality and the manifold worlds.

As we contemplate crossing back, out of the peace, there is a stirring and a primordial stimulus to move. And so, I move. Within my mind I see an idea take form. It glistens like a dewdrop. I stare into it for a time, realizing ‘time’ again. We are beginning again. The ‘we’ turns outward into ‘me’, and me turns into ‘other’, which is V. Within the drewdrop, the idea shapes more detail; its texture generates a thought, a word, a voice.

V gives expression to the vibration, “Come back, my friend. We have been deep enough for now. You’re holding all the essence you can manage for the moment in that human body of yours.”

In my perception, she is nothing more than a smile at this point—an open, amused appreciation of my humble place in the universe. I don’t care. I accept what is, what I am. It is all well and good. I am at peace. Yet I do sense a change; the momentum is rising in us. Something is stirring. I look out and see the Threshold to the Void, the outside edge of Emptiness. It is a fantastical beacon defining an infinite horizon. It grows, as does the luster of time itself, into a form and presence.

At once, the beacon reshapes into a radiant aura. The grand Threshold space spreads beyond us into all directions, sweeping around a limitless sphere of nothing. It seems as though it might contain the Void; such is the play of paradox here—like atmosphere around a globe. Into this atmosphere we are drawn, wisps of sacred spirit sucked into the air. (more…)

“V,” I announce, feeling eager, but a bit naive. “I’ve just gotten a premonition. It’s coming through presence, of course. But I’m wondering how that works. Premonition’s are about the future; presence is always in the Now.”

“The Now is always in the future.”

“What?” I blurt out. “That goes against everything you…”

“I’m joking. But in a way, I’m not. The Now is in fact the future; it is likewise the past. All time is a projection of the one timeless moment. The so-called ‘future’ is held in the bosom of the divine unknown. This is the power of destiny and creation, the power of ‘beginning again’. It is the closest thing to future that really exists, this potentiality of presence.

“You asked about how premonitions work. It is simple. There is no such thing as ‘time’ in reality. There is only what is known and what is unknown within the eternal moment. A foretelling of events to come is merely the unknown revealing itself, of becoming gradually known. It all happens within the Now. Your mind applies the notion of time and then pictures the unknown as a thing of the future.”

V pauses for a moment, then says, “Now, tell me about your premonition.”

“Oh yeah, that,” I chuckle. “I almost forgot. This is funny because you and I both have said that we write these messages spontaneously. Most often, we don’t see what’s coming until we begin typing it down. Well, in this case it’s different; I have already seen what we will be writing.”

“Yes, I see,” she replies. Tell me. And by the way, I have had the same portent as you. Let’s compare notes.”

“I’m not surprised,” I add. “We are synchronizing our awareness more and more—just like O and me. I’m guessing we’re getting ready for that incarnation together in Paris. In fact, that was part of my premonition.”

“You’re guessing right. Now tell me what you saw.”

“I sensed—in a dream this morning—that we would be writing more about presence—particularly, how it can orchestrate our lives. This seems like the culmination of all you’ve been saying about the Life of Source. Then, in another vision, I saw you and me paying a brief visit to Paris and meeting Omis there. I also saw that we would all go the Hall of Memories, the Akasha, and find the crystal vesica.”

“Anything else?” V asks.

“Yes, one more thing: I sensed that Omis would take over the narration of the final chapters.”

She laughs. “I can see my role here is about finished. You are getting almost everything I am. And you’re able to describe it in your own words. This, of course, has been the destiny all along. Presence is moving us all into this point. May presence have its way with us.”

She pauses for a moment of stillness. “Well, why don’t we get on with your dream? Come into my sub-dimension and we can do a little traveling together.” She encourages, “Like the old days.”

“What should I do?”

“Have you forgotten so soon? The ‘old days’ weren’t that long ago,” she chides, in good humor. “Simply step in.” (more…)

It is a new day. “Hi, V. Listening to a speaker this morning I had a small revelation. Perhaps you could help me elaborate on it.”

“I’ll be interested to hear what it is.”

“Well, it’s fairly unformed, but I’d like to try talking it through. The speaker was mentioning ‘outward gratification’. The words made me stop and notice. I sensed them as a kind of oxymoron; ‘outward’ seemed the opposite direction from gratification. Satisfaction, fulfillment—whatever—is more an inward function. In addition, this seems to be part of the confusion we have between doing and being.”

She asks, “Explain that last point a little more.”

“Doing’ is outward and ‘being’ is inward. Ego tries to maintain itself through doing things and having things. The soul, by contrast, places being first and knows that all else comes as a result of that—that all action and creation of forms derives from presence. Ego will never be satisfied for long. What it ‘does’ doesn’t last, if it has no traction in being; forms come and go. When ego is looking for fulfillment in forms, it will inevitably be disappointed. That’s what I would call ‘looking outside for gratification’.”

V answers, “I agree, basically. However, our being does encompass everything—inner and outer. The soul desires both outward, form experience and inward, formless realization. Though you didn’t say it this way, you implied the ego’s actual fear of the inner experience. It does not want to be brought into contact with the soul’s world.”

“Why would that be?” I interrupt. “Why can’t the ego get along with the soul?”

“Hah, a very good question. It has to do with fear, of course, and delusion. The ego is not comfortable with its own existence; it senses it is at great risk in the whole process of awakening. Inner depth of being frightens it intensely. It wants to stay on the surface of experience, manipulating the past and the future mental constructs. They have no depth; they only spread thinly out onto the veneer of time. It knows that the living moment is a ‘dangerous’ portal into the inner reaches of authentic being, where it might just be extinguished. Ego has an investment in staying superficial and not being authentic.”

“OK. I get that, but why can’t ego be retrained to accept authenticity and reality—and depth?”

“It can be. But what happens in that training is that the ego eventually becomes so transparent as not to exist anymore. It dissolves into the soul presence. To the ego, that looks like death, not just transparency.”

“Ah, back to my favorite subject—finding death!” I suddenly wonder, “Excuse me, but what good would ego even be if it were transparent? What would a transparent ego be like? What would it do?” (more…)

I can feel V reaching out to me, this instant, across the centuries. She whispers, “Now would you please go back to your account of what is ‘greater than the sum of the parts’.”

“All right. I had just about forgotten that.” I stop and ponder. “Let’s see. I guess I’d say if we add our experience to the whole of creation, the result must become greater than the whole, the former whole. Yet it seems that that would be impossible—the whole of anything is the entirety of it. There can’t be more wholeness. Yet there seems to be more, especially when you add in free will and independent awareness. This is a paradox. Maybe the whole isn’t exactly increasing; maybe it’s just changing, maturing. Is that what evolution is?”

“Of course. But let me challenge your mind yet again and say that the ‘whole’ does truly increase!”

“What?” I resist.

“The ‘whole’ that you are thinking of does not exist in reality. It is just a thoughtform held inside your mental equipment. The true ‘All That Is’ has never been constrained by mind; it is not relegated to the boundaries of a finite definition. It is infinite, boundless, continuously in a state of beginning, opening, and transcending. It perpetually spreads its being outward and inward—and, especially into here-now. It does this forever in all dimensions and directions. That is why it is synonymous with the Void. There is nothing that could constrain or contain it. Nothingness is its home and its true nature.

“If we look at the mental concept of the ‘whole’, paradox will always arise and undermine the mind. The whole does then grow,” V submits. “It is never the same from one instant to the next. When you add to this understanding that all the endless growth is happening in the one and only moment of timelessness, the mind is simply at a loss; it cannot know what is really going on. The unknown is what lies beyond the sum of the parts. It is the source of transcendence, and what determines the growth of the whole.

“Losing your mind in the maze of apprehension is the beginning point for true knowing and, at the same time, for embracing the unknown. It is a portal for joining awareness with consciousness. We can call this perception ‘the other awareness’ or ‘the intuition’ or ‘super-sentience’; it matters not what we call it, really. We might just as well call it ‘Mildred’ or ‘Marvin’; whatever word we use will only be a pointer and placeholder until your language evolves to embrace it. This joining of awareness with consciousness is what triggers the awakening; it is the desire and destiny of every fiber of your being.”

I chuckle at the idea of calling the higher awareness ‘Mildred’. “May I ask why you or O or Omis have not given us the word for this new phenomenon in awareness? Surely it must exist in your time.”

“Yes, it does. And we have given it to you in various disguised forms. We just haven’t spelled it out for you. That part is yours to claim, not ours to dictate. Evolution demands this of us all.”

“That makes sense,” I muse. “It is a very important concept—sort of pivotal and all. I guess we need to really own it in our own right.”

“Indeed. And now, let your mind consider this: Before the Big Bang, all time, space, energy and matter were confined to a tiny point. Since that ancient, original explosion, the universe has unceasingly expanded. The whole of Life has done the same. The Life of Source has not ceased to create and to multiply its inclusiveness and wholeness. Out of nothing has come everything and everything, ever more. That which was whole, and will always be whole, has unceasingly increased—both in quantity and quality. This is the mystery—the unknown—of the creation of fullness out of emptiness. As this eternal, incalculably powerful process unfolds, the Source is made manifest in Life. (more…)

V speaks in a more professorial tone, “Let me offer a theory for your consideration. In the progression from formlessness to form—spirit to matter—there is a gradual crossover from one to the other—from Oneness to individuality—and back out again. It is cyclical. There is a scale of gradated immersion into the material plane—varying degrees of physicality. The electron and other subatomic particles, for example, are less material—more formless—than the atom; the atom is less material than the molecule; the molecule less material than the cell. By the time we ascend outward to the level of our daily experience, matter is fully formed and as dense as it gets.

“Our individuated scale is the densest of all—the apotheosis of matter; conversely you can say we are the nadir of spirit. At the same time, we are in a middle range of dimensionality. If we ascend the scale up and outwardly beyond ourselves—to the planets, stars, and galaxies, the essence thins out and begins to return toward formlessness—away from the dense material manifestation. By the time you get to the level of the whole known universe, form begins to vanish again altogether, into formlessness. You can literally see this when you gaze out at the night sky. The indigo blackness of outer space is the infinite face of formlessness; it is the Threshold of the Void.

“In a similar vein, the neo-platonic philosophers of the Renaissance held that ‘man is the center of creation’ dimensionally—that is, equally small and large referenced to the range of cosmic and atomic perspectives.

“Consciousness frames all this progression of density and dimensionality, ranging to the outermost and innermost thresholds of formation. It both gives form to energy and receives energy back out of form. On the human scale, we live out our incarnate lives within the densest material level. But Life is not limited to just our level; Life exists throughout all echelons—great and small—throughout all dimensions.

“Your human sciences cannot accept that galaxies are alive, for instance. But they are. Likewise, Life is intimately present in the tiniest subatomic particles. You cannot tell these forms are alive, because you cannot measure Life. At these other—greater or lesser—levels, Life is much less dense, much more spacious; it is also more timeless.”

I shake my head, concerned. “This is a bizarre theory. I’ve never heard anything like it. I’ve heard of the involution of spirit into matter, but this size thing is a whole new twist. How can you say a planet is less dense than a human being?” (more…)

As I try to meditate this morning, thoughts are on the rampage, thrusting and exploding everywhere in my mind; they repeatedly capture my attention. I’m swallowed up for a time. Finally, I decide to just let them be. Don’t try to stop the thoughts. Awareness falls back into sporadic observation. I’m alert enough at least to be curious about what is capturing me. In that modicum of alertness, a subtle shift happens in what I’m able to register. Ah. This is food for a question to V.

“V,” I abruptly inquire. “Please tell me about how thoughts capture my mind and attention so quickly and thoroughly. I’ve just been ravaged by them, trying to sit quietly and meditate.”

“This is a natural human condition,” she answers just as promptly as I have asked.

“Sorry for this sudden inquiry. Good morning, V, dear friend and mentor,” I apologize.

“No apology necessary. It must be vexing to feel like a victim to mental processes. Tell me what you have observed.”

“Well, I’m glad you asked. But I haven’t actually thought about it yet.”

“Go ahead then, now. Think about thinking. Observe your observation. Be clear.”

I ponder. “I guess I’m trusting that, as I describe this to you, it will become clearer. The act of focusing awareness makes it clearer.”

“No doubt it does, as you stay present.”

“When I was watching the thoughts wrangle around across the screen of my mental ‘theater’, I began to realize they weren’t outside or above me; they were right inside me—up close and very personal. I’ve heard numerous meditation teachers say, ‘look at thoughts as clouds floating across the sky.’ Well, that’s a nice maxim, but it doesn’t describe what I was experiencing. Those thoughts were right inside my head, beating on my attention—from the inside. They did an excellent job of masquerading as me. It felt like they had taken over my whole awareness.”

“Still, you were able to detach somewhat and observe them. Correct?”

“Yes. Well, I could observe them, but I wouldn’t say I could ‘detach’ from them. As soon as I relaxed, the thoughts came streaming back and submerged me. I was them again at that point. It wasn’t like I could even catch them sneaking back. They would just suddenly be there, in me and around me, using me—and I was unaware of anything else. This is not like little puffy, white clouds drifting in the blue sky. They were more like tornadoes churning between my ears.”

“That’s a good analogy. I understand. There are indeed thoughts that are like puffy little clouds, but there are also many of the like you describe. Even if they are ‘constructive’ thoughts—helping you plan events or solve problems—your mental apparatus works to impress them upon your awareness strenuously and completely; it wants your full attention. Your sentience is picked up like bits of straw in a storm. Am I right? You feel as though you are inside your thoughts more than they are inside you.”

“Exactly. You must have been human once!”

V smiles. “Yes, more than once. I can remember thoughts behaving this way. Let me help you out a little.”

“Please do.” (more…)

“Begin again,” I say, teasing. “I think it’s funny we’re halfway through this book and you’re saying, ‘let’s begin’. But I do get it.”

“You are absolutely clear in your observation. We are continually beginning. This writing is an example of that, if nothing else. What I would begin again here is an appreciation of Life, an honoring of Source. Reverence is certainly due. But it cannot be heavy and ponderous—never too serious.”

“Sometimes I don’t know what’s too serious and what’s not serious enough.”

V answers, “That’s all part of learning to discern. Presence will help you with that. In fact, it will help you with everything.”

“It helps with everything! I like that. That feels right. Can you explain how this works? Are presence and Life the same things? What’s the difference, if any? And what about the ‘moment’ and ‘stillness’? Is it all the same?”

“Not the same. It is rather all one, only with nuanced surfaces. These words are indeed synonyms to be sure, but each concept represents a slightly different quality or degree. This is the nature of words and ideas in general; it is the same for all individuated forms. There is never any exact redundancy or duplication. Source provides the essence of uniqueness in each element of creation. Each incarnated soul has its own qualities, talents and experiences that are not to be found in the same configuration in anyone else or any thing else.

“The term ‘presence’ implies ‘being-in-the-present’ and being in the quality of consciousness, while ‘the Now’ connotes the overarching and foundational embrace of timelessness and eternity; the ‘moment’ represents the subtle momentum and movement of presence within the Now. It can be seen in tiny proportion or on a grand scale. ‘Spaciousness’ is another synonym that adds the quality of dimensionality; it also introduces us to a sense of the emptiness.

“‘Stillness’ plays a similar role. It links us directly into the Void, where all forms and actions cease; there they are swallowed up into the pre-creative formlessness and potentiality essence. It brings awareness of the raw, simple power of Source in Life. Within stillness lies the bottomless well of wonderment and infinite eternity.

“Life, like presence, speaks of motive essence, intelligence and vitality, with the added qualities of divinity and cosmic nature. It supports and infuses itself into all aspects of spirit and manifested forms. I have only said a small bit about each of these ideas here. Bear in mind that they all have much more depth that can and will be explored by you later. Plant them all into seed-links.” (more…)