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There is that moment, showered in grief and sorrow, when the center of your body seems to lose all feeling. Even that pit in your stomach is gone. The emptiness that prevails is both alarming and curious, for within that moment there appears a vibration that creates such a harmonic blend of light that you feel a tremendous sense of aliveness. If you are at all in tune with that vibration you are blessed with a feeling of love that transcends the mind-body experience. For all-at-once, you vibrate into that space where all things and no-things preside. You can feel it so deep in your molecular structure that taking flight is no longer a myth. You are there in that place between all worlds where the Divine touches the physical plane. It is wondrous.

Life is changing as we know it. Even if the ignorance, that lords over this planet, remains somewhat intact, the many, who rise above the loneliness of separation from the one will be born into a new life of Gratitude and Grace. If nothing else, we will enjoy a life of empathy and compassion for our fellow humans.

 

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Yesterday I posted a short film of The Tibetan Book of the Dead, narrated by Leonard Cohen. It explained the process by which Tibetan Lamas help the soul cross over into the larger realm of Consciousness and provide a pathway for reincarnation into a new form.

I’ve noticed many visitors to this site read the epilogue to Book One of Letters from 500, “Why Souls Come To Earth.” The internal urging to learn about the voyage from the inner worlds to the physical earth seems obvious and it gives a little more knowledge into the essence of the soul and its movement through conscious evolution. It seems appropriate now to visit the epilogue of Book Two of Letters “Why Soul Leave The Earth.”  Though death is inevitable for all of us, it is the hope of this writer that we all live long and prosper.  In appreciation for all we have and the state of Grace that is blessed upon us.

“O, I’ve been thinking about this series of letters we’ve just finished.”

“And you have a question?” your response is quick.

“How did you guess?”

“Go ahead. I’ve been expecting you.”

“It seems all our talk about portals could be looked upon as a form of escapism, like getting away from the old Earth. Why do we want so bad to leave this place? After all, we’ve chosen to be here, haven’t we?”

“Yes, of course,” you reply. “But it is only natural to feel like it’s all too much. Tell me what you think humans want to escape from.”

I muse, “Well, we have a frantic, dangerous, toxic world right now. It seems to be rapidly overheating and unraveling. But the bigger issue behind it all is obviously ‘the ego’. We want to escape it! And yet, now that I think about it, the ego itself probably wants to escape too. It could see escaping as another means to create separation and stress. There’s a lot of stress around this planet these days.”

“And?”

“I guess I’d have to say it’s egos creating the stress that egos want to escape from.”

“Good one.”

“A world full of egos is a horrendous place,” I continue. “It’s crazy. You know that. I feel it even more acutely now that I’ve had the glimpse of awakening you gave me.”

“Tell me what you remember of that.”

My mind goes quiet at your suggestion. I feel energy streaming in. “You know, I’d have to say awakening is really not all that far beyond us. You said it from the start, of course.”

“Yes?”

“It’s basically appreciation, isn’t it. What was so wonderful about being vigilan-for-a-day, was the continuous state of appreciation I felt. We humans are capable of something like that even now—just not the ‘continuous’ part. What serenity and oneness and…!” Suddenly words fail me; I’m back in the vigilan awareness. Warmth and peace flood through my mind in a vigorous stillness.

You ask, “What is it?”

“It’s the feeling of Oneness, of being at one with the moment. Thats what I learned. What appreciation really gives you is the presence of Now. Or maybe it’s the other way around. Having that sense of Now gives you appreciation.”

“Just so. I’d say you’ve got it,” I feel you grinning. You say, “Vigilans do not rely on time to feel appreciation. Through your eyes, I’m seeing more clearly what vigilans do. Appreciation is a timeless quality that we stream into time. Indeed, you have made a breakthrough in understanding the Now. If you would be in the moment, simply appreciate what is. If you want to appreciate, then be in the moment. They are one and the same.”

“OK. That sounds good.” My brow wrinkles. “But ‘what is’ includes everything that is, right? Good and bad both? How can you appreciate unpleasant—or worse—harmful or evil things? Can you actually value that?”

“Yes, we can. For appreciation to work the way it does, it must link us with Source, with the origin of every manifested form. In the ego world, there are many forms that are unhealthy and unconscious—and yes, evil. We can appreciate these forms as necessary elements in the parade of evolving consciousness. We do not have to condone or engage them to appreciate their place in creation.” (more…)

Rarely in one’s life is the thought of one’s mortality in dire straits. Yet, when the apocalypse seems to go from the pages of books and media screens into real-life, mortality suddenly becomes a constant. Rarely do we think of ourselves as ever conscious beings moving from one life to the all eternal life of our divine Self.  We’re so busy trying to move through our lives that we hardly ever think about our movement through the process of dying. This unknown doorway, death, that leads us to the next adventure, is so mysterious that it’s better left in the dark cellar of our mind.

This video is a beautiful representation, and meditation, through the Bardos of death. The Tibetan monks, living in the rarified air of the Himalayas, have held on to this ritual of death and rebirth since the 14th century. This short film, narrated by Leonard Cohen, can bring this time of anxiety into a new perspective. It is viewed best while seated in a near meditative state of mind.

 

 

 

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It’s difficult for some to accept news from various outlets based on the bias brought on by hate-mongers and circus-like barkers. It’s important to remember that most journalists pride themselves on accurate reporting, based on facts not fictional tales conjured up to spread dissent. If the facts meet the criteria of truth then let them be spoken by those who have the integrity and courage to make them known.

At present, we are faced with something more than political fodder, we are faced with an enemy that takes no political side. This enemy doesn’t get to lobby those in Washington for favors on who gets taken down or not. This enemy will take down anyone in its grasp.

If you’re of a mind to discount anything but what you’re told from outliers of the truth then don’t waste your time reading this. It will only make you mad. If you have an open mind and can make judgments based on what has actually happened, rather than what you have been told, then please read on. And I wish everyone good health and long life.

Click on link to read:

The Lost Month_ How a Failure to Test Blinded the U.S. to Covid-19 – The New York Times

I’m in Hunker Mode. Hunkered down for the remainder of this life chapter until the powers that be let me know it’s safe again to go back into the water, or the streets, and the stores and the restaurants. Watching the news you’d think that your favorite apocalypse movie had become like a flash-mob suddenly breaking in on our every-day.

How many conspiracies have you read about, or heard about over the past week? It seems everyone has one or is fast to pass on someone else’s. Depending upon your level of cynicism, or not, you are led to believe there is something sinister in the wings. The noise is deafening and the brain reacts by absorbing it all, confused and dazed by the onslaught of opinions and delusions. When will it end? What is real, or  What IS real?

Perhaps the illusion of this Earth Consciousness is such an overwhelming concept that to understand it we must pierce the subtle veil that covers our physical form. We approach this life with our personal perception of what is real. That perception is individuated to each soul and our experience here works through the veil of that perception. Those who have pierced the veil, through intense meditation practices or other esoteric modalities understand the illusion and are not directed by it. Rather, they sit in the larger cosmic consciousness and are one with all that is. Conspiracies have been the engine of change for millennia. [Who knows the truth] is a thought, an idea, dictated through the mind, a mind veiled in the illusion of this realm of consciousness. Perhaps we should trust nothing but the true barometer that lies deep inside our divine heart, where the soul connection is made and the animation of our being begins. The silence that resides deep there holds the truth beyond the veil, and once sensed will make this life a matter of conscious evolution, not a matter of fact. Of course, there is always the idea that the Law of Karma has reacted to this dark period of self-serving greed and the apathetic lack of empathy, and is our ever-loving reboot.

 

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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.

 

© 02/04/18 Stefan Bright

“Thank you for taking the time to explain that—once again,” I acknowledge, still vibrating from my glimpse of the cosmic web. “We have been talking about presence. I sensed that size doesn’t matter to it; that surprised me, really. The same presence seemed to pervade the entire Cosmos when it was spread before me, with exactly the same intensity as on my own human scale.”

V answers, “You are correct. Presence is itself in all times and spaces, in all dimensions—great or small. Subatomic waves or inter-galactic filaments don’t matter—presence gives it all the same precious attention. It never varies or departs. Presence cannot leave, cannot separate. It is the very being of being itself.”

I continue to wonder, “Are we still on track in this conversation, V, with your project?”

“Indeed we are. Let me say it yet another way. The intention of this book is to aid you to identify with your true identity: The one that lies beneath form, beneath even Life itself—the utter bottom. Source! It is the Ancient of Days, the ‘one about whom naught may be said’. To ‘say’ anything about Source is to place it inside a form. Source is formless; it cannot be contained in a form, such as a definition or a concept or a feeling. It does, of course, generate all form, but its true reality is far beyond form. The ‘identity’ intention in these messages is to connect you and transmute you, not to form you, not to give you another form to identify with.”

I feel I need to challenge something she just said. “If nothing can be said about Source, what is it that you are saying here? Aren’t you talking about it now?” (more…)