Hey friends, I wanted to write down a few notes. I'm still in this holding pattern my soul showed me - that it will be June before I am sharing more about this space and self realizations. Yet, I do want to check in a share a slice of life.
Besides my soul whispering to me that we (my multiple self) were releasing identity over the next few months and showing me some sort of creative bloom in June, my soul has been whispering to me about my body.
A couple months ago I really wanted to create a series on the body of the beyond - what the body goes through and how it transfigures in the embodied enlightenment experience - both Sar'h and El Morya and other contributors have a lot to say about it, yet I can't really write about something or share a channel unless I go through it.
Some channelers can share things without having to go through them;
A storyteller must have the experience first. I am the latter.
So, as I said, my writing is in a bit of a hold pattern as a result.
I will say for two weeks or so my soul has whispered to me - "It doesn't matter what you eat."
For about six months, I was unable to eat meat or drink anything. That has let up significantly, yet I know I will not return to the animalistic method in which I did before. I know there is nothing wrong with letting your human be human. I went all out, and in the end, my human nature said to me, I'm done, it is out of my system. I'm ready for NEW.
Sar'h said yesterday to the human self who is a bit confused yet relaxed at the moment:
"Your body is no longer biology, no longer an expression of the Earth; your body is an expression of me, your soul, and needs no Earth, no biology to exist. That's what it means to be on Earth, not of it."
My soul also whispers each day:
"It does not matter what you eat or do now - this body as a physical expression of soul."
This is understood by me Lauren, the human, but am I living it??? Not really.
In one reality I am, and in another it hasn't spiraled down into wisdom as of yet. Here's why....
When I used to have realizations, there seemed to be a natural progression - a move through linear time. It's different now.
The realization occurs or exists, rather, outside linear time. So there is one Lauren incarnation who totally gets what my soul is saying and there is another who is puzzled. They exist in different realities. I can see one linear day soon that the two will overlap. Let me try to explain this again, please.
What's different is that I am not going through a Darwinian evolution this time. I see time folding on itself for this to "happen."
If you stretch out a string and make a knot on one end - that knot would represent the biology body. The knot on the other end would represent the soul expression body/ the body of beyond. If you take the two knots and place them together (beyond linearity). That is how my soul is showing me that this happens.
Should be interesting....
In all of this letting go of identity and the move to conscious acts or roles in the context of divine will, anxiety has come up. Fear around losing my dog, mainly. I have been dreaming with Shakespearean levels of tragedy and comedy -- and realizing there is not much difference between the two.
Admittedly, I am much more in a state of allowing the change than being right now - yet I can see clearly the peice of me sitting under the Banyan Tree. This fracture of self is uncomfortable to the human, yet the human is in so much trust at the same time. I am watching the fear like a play.
Funny enough, yesterday I stepped on a sting ray after catching a beautiful wave with D. The pain from the venom is incredible. I was living the tragedy and the comedy - simultaneously screaming at the indescribable pain AND laughing at myself as I hobbled home with a trail of blood pouring out behind me.
We cannot take anything too seriously in this life of maya illusions!
Further, I have been wanting to write about friction. So many of us, myself included, want to avoid at all cost and drama or uncomfortable exchanges with other people and that is understandable. I can really see a difference in drama and natural friction.
You can avoid human drama unless you choose to play the act (I do sometimes).
Yet, friction as perceived by the human is simply the sensation of motion to the soul.
You cannot avoid friction (human) and motion (soul sense) in life. Even if you lived in a cave in the Himalayas, you are still going to get sick of snow (probably yell at it because you are alone and have nothing else to get pissed at). You will feel friction or motion from the changing tides of your consciousness or awareness.
Just because you stop interacting with people, does not mean you will never have friction. Further, I sense friction as expansive and healthy for the human.
What I am generally trying to say is friction is a natural part of life and each time it happens you don't have to get out of all interactions with people. You don't have to create new boundaries. You don't have to blame yourself or others for the friction. It just is.
Surfing is a great example. You have to paddle over breaking waves that hit you in the face before you get beyond the break. You have to miss a few waves before you catch the best ride of your life.
Sometimes you accidentally step on a poor stingray and it kicks your ass. But if I just stood on the "safe" shore, I would miss all the soul experiences - the experiences that create the wisdom.
Further, there is no safety on the shore. It's an illusion. I could be standing on the shore "safe" and my dog or my mom could get hurt. The only safety is in the I Exist. In the wisdom that this world is an illusion. That death and pain are illusions. That is the only safety - WISDOM of the SOUL.
For me, I am realizing the friction does not matter. The energy I spent on trying to avoid friction actually had the opposite effect, creating more of it. The old saying what you resist persists.
As we move into more about conscious creation (this summer, my soul says), one of the imperatives besides the self-observation beyond identity is the ability to allow human friction/ sense of motion to flow without knocking us back into a place of hiding. I am not talking about hiding from the people around us, but hiding from SELF. The inner world reflected in the outer world and vice versa.
As I write I realize, anything and everything until June will just be preparation for the the human manifestation knot on the string (resenting malleable linear time) to fold over and meet with the soul creation knot on the string.
Your questions and experiences are alway welcome here. Welcome new member, Elisheva. Honored to have you here. I'm glad Momo told you about this space.
Good morning friends! Lauren (human) and Sar'h (divine) here with you all. The Beyond the Veils of Maya (defined below) Series continues...
My human body has just awoken. The rays of the golden sun and salty air poured through the cracked windows of my new California home signaling it was time to rise. The whistle on the kettle, letting me know it was time to pour the water into the french press, and sit down to write. Only I forgot the French Press needed to be pressed and now my coffee is full of grounds. Human fail.
On Friday, 'we' posted on Ryver, that we dove back into writing the book and would take a pause - two days which was more like two lifetimes - with the posts for a bit. The book is now - 16 hours of writing later - an entity of its own creation. It's fascinating.
I also wrote - "One thing I'd love to hear about is bringing awareness to the multiple realities we exist in naturally. I am having this especially at night before I go to bed - lately about 8 p.m. Without a movie, TV or music going I find myself in the last hours before bedtime off in the mystery school of my own soul who is showing me how to perceive Self in realities simultaneously and with human awareness."
I will get to that but first a quick note on humanizing divinity...
I had written in the past few posts that the human never becomes enlightened - instead it becomes a facet of our master self or soul in which it retains human qualities. Yet, I would say my human is assimilating to the wisdom of the soul through awareness.
Assimilation is defined for mySelf as the process of taking in and fully understanding wisdom.
In other contexts, assimilation is synonymous with "fitting in." It is often used in the context of a person or group of persons moving into a new and foreign land and learning the ways and language of the new culture they find themselves in.
For me that culture of assimilation is not to a group or culture, but assimilation to the wisdom of the soul distilled from all experiences in and out of body. That is where I fit in, where the lines of separation have dissolved between HUMAN AND DIVINE.
The only place in the universe(s) where we can and would experience the separation from our divinity - knowing we are God, also - is Earth -- in it's illusion of maya.
And everyone here on this page created Earth -- for the experience of separation only to have the joy of returning to self once again.
For those new to the site, "beyond the veils of maya” is a term I use for an expanded perception of reality outside duality, gravity, and linear time.
In Autobiography of a Yogi (Chapter 30) by Paramhansa Yogananda, he explains the Vedic scriptures say that the physical world operates under one fundamental law of maya, the principle of relativity and duality.
It is only through maya that we perceive a separation between God external and ourselves as God also. Further, it is only through maya that we see a separation between human and divine.
The Banyan Tree represents not a space to meet and leave the human behind but a place for our human expression of Self and our GodSelf to have no dividing line.
When I first began working with clients and myself being my most frequent client, Sar'h whispered to me.
"One day the conversation between human and divine will merge into ONE voice."
In sensations, she said it was the experience of separation between human voice and soul voice that we would arrive AT-ONE-MENT. The true meaning of atonement as found in biblical discussions.
Thus, the Banyan Tree gatherings are a place to experience the AT-ONE-MENT. It's not that you leave your human problems at the door. It's simply that human problems cease to exist when you are at one in your humanity and divinity.
All those human problems were illusions created by the maya, the illusions, on Earth.
The Banyan Tree exists beyond the veils of maya, beyond the illusions of separation between human and the God, also.
As my human self becomes more at one with my God nature, my divinity, I am stepping into multiple realities AND with human awareness.
Here, I let go of the expectations of grandeur. I think some of us are still expecting to walk on water, to appear in a living room of another and be seen there. Let's simplify the experience of multiplicity and bring the human facet along, if you will play with me for a bit.
For example (separate experiences we all have):
Beyond the veils of maya, there is no separation, no linear time to distinguish between two realities.
For example (simultaneous experiences):
When I asked how others were experiencing the multiple realities, I felt a little resistance and some found it too obscure, so I wanted to make it concrete for the human sake.
I understand. It seems we are not going to wake up one day and be all aware all the time - we actually could if we did not bring the human along. But because this human is hopping the divine experience train and riding it into alignment with Self, I invite you to celebrate the "smaller" more human experience of multiplicity that lie outside the veils of maya.
By starting small, my soul tells me, it opens a floodgate for human awareness of dozens realities - AT ONCE. I sense with a perception shift, my soul told my human, you will begin to view the multiple-reality experience in a new light.
I have had moments where I am in twelve realities at once and aware - yet that's only been twice in two years - and each time I was so drained, ungrounded and confused. By starting with little concrete examples for my human - the soul already knows, of course - I am creating a space for my human to ease into the experience, to be grounded, and to be able to discuss it with you beautiful, radiant people.
Another way of perceiving realities was recently brought up by Xanthe and Ruth lately - the perception of contrast.
One example would be seeing the contrast internal. The reality of how you felt in one situation drastically changes - yet the situation has not. Ruth said that she used to get upset when her husband went to see her step-daughter - a relationship she tried to make work and it simply hasn't. She said she found when he went to see her this last time, she found that she was not upset but at peace with the relationship where it was at, right then.
Compassion in action. Honoring everyone where they are at without trying to change it. Easy to understand mentally. Beyond GRAND when the sensation runs through the cells of your being.
Another example would be observing your reality versus another with compassion.
Xanthe said, "My sister is moving out, and I’m very aware of multiple layers of that as it is occurring. And what has been interesting for me is that over the six months we lived in the same physical space, for most of it and increasingly, I have felt we have been operating in different realities. The detachment, awareness of her has varied, yet arriving at a place in the last two weeks in particular where she just feels far away to me and it’s all perfect."
So I'm going to ask again. One thing I'd love to hear about is bringing awareness to the multiple realities we exist in naturally. Please comment below, on Ryver, or send me a personal note, if you are not quite ready to share with the full audience.
Also, just a funny note, I popped into the Keahak reality yesterday, just like I will pop into the concert/ mass consciousness reality on Friday (surfing across the realities and not getting stuck! woot!), and I noticed Adamus borrowed our Banyan Tree for an experience. I though it was quite funny. For the record, ours is much better:P
I hope everyone has an amazing Sunday or Monday or whatever day you are reading this. I'm taking my human body to pilates to see if I can't get the engine tuned up.
Much love and big Texan hugs.
It's been a wild ride to die the death of all identity/ idendities and find that when you wake up you are still alive and have not left the body - but die you certainly did.
Ryver seems to have become the heart of this space - where the humanity and divinity meet. Should you wish to join us and read not just my but others experiences as well - and share your own wisdom pearls - you can email Este at email@example.com.
I really appreciate your personal notes - one I read this morning summed up so much of what I experienced...THANK YOU!
"Lauren, I've just realized and been considering - the ENORMITY of what’s actually happening in your 'life ‘ ….. when the caterpillar leaves the chrysalis…..it is essentially the death of the caterpillar..
I get it that you didn’t so much ‘leave’ a conscious community (CC) but you died - no ‘you' to leave and no ‘you’ to go anywhere...(exactly!!!) and yet still staying in the form of Lauren , with all her memories …i can see that it’s beyond being brave … and as you have said .. only YOU can truly understand what its like …no point me saying its gotta to be hard !!
Enlightenment can't hold ANY identity , I suppose, .. or it wouldn’t be enlightenment … the cruel paradox, or simply that moment of terror /doubt before those wings actually catch the air and fly for the first time ..
BUT … and the reason I wanted to write to you … the fact you are prepared to do this , and share this …apart from helping (understatement) the likes of me beyond words … brings humanity something it hasn’t yet been able to access ….. the WISDOM and understanding of what comes next ….
So Lauren .. no flowers for this period of ‘mourning’ .. but love , compassion and gratitude as you step out into your new day. In other words...THANK YOU."
To my friend who sent this message, thank you. Indeed, that is what 'happened' or what I experienced/ am experiencing. I truly feel like I left the planet entirely and my human self is basically shocked that I still exist in physical form.
Every morning I wake up, I am in shock, pinching myself to see if I still have a physical form.
I really understand now what my soul was showing me in the context of the lines between the embodied master and the ascended master being so thin and permeable. I am both AND. You are both AND.
For example, on my drive to California, which ended up being 20 hours because of a wreck that stalled traffic, I found I was going in and out of multiple, simultaneous experiences.
First, I was visiting my friends in Colorado and saying a proper goodbye without all the drama. I found I was standing in to living room of each of the people (I could see and share every single little detail), and I was driving my car at the same time. All very real experiences.
An old human friend also texted me on the drive while this was happening - being in multiple places - that they saw me clear as day sitting on a couch in a Dallas restaurant/bar. Oh shit, I was in more places than I even knew and I was driving...Is this safe?
My soul also showed me why I had to make a 'splash' leaving Colorado. My human was really just wanting to slink out (dash out the back door unnoticed) in the middle of the night and my soul (that divine will) said no, we have to make it a little dramatic. WHY??
We - my soul said - created a pathway and potential out of that identity - out of all identities - for others to choose if they ever feel called to - potential not directive. We - my soul said - are passionate about to signaling where the 'doorway' out of identity lies to anyone who might find themselves ready to integrate that last human identity. Limited human words, but I'm sure you catch my sensational drift.
Why does it have to hurt so bad to the human self? I asked my soul, and then I cried and cried and cried.
The tears began to stop flowing and I saw the magi - the three wisemen - and each of them was bowing before me. Kuthumi (Balthasar) finally raised his head from his bow and said, We are here in honor of your birth.
And then he laughed, welcome to mastery!
He meant to tell me the human will never thanked or even appreciated at the human level for creating these potentials that each of us - you and me - create every time we go through a realization. But other masters like him will see you and will be there to say I honor you and this expression which was so very difficult for the human.
I also understood, he was showing me, the human facet never becomes enlightened but it does come to a level of awareness and realization that will make it not so hard the next time we create a potential for consciousness.
Of course, I know this is the case already, but in that moment I really, truly, actually at the deepest level of my being-ness let go of the need to belong or be seen at the human level - this experience of the magi is a new norm.
There's no time or space for all emotion anymore. Be still and know, instead. It is simply too energetically expensive and my human self seems to have come to a deep understanding of it - finally - but we shall see....
When we saw the sign for the Richfield, Utah exit, my soul said to me in sensations not words, pull over - today is complete. And the odometer read, 888. So I slept....
The next day, wanting to distract myself on the drive through Utah I tried to turn on channel from a consciousness group. It used to help me pass time on the road. But when I turned it on it was taking the experiences of knowing the SELF as God also and mechanizing it, making it linear. It hurt my head severely. I tuned it off and drove in silence.
"I am singing a song of SELF to which there are no words," my soul said. "Tune into that."
Suddenly the eight hours of driving ahead of me, turned into eight minutes, and I drove into California as the traffic parted like the Red Sea.
I will say I feel the human facet of me (it feels like a tiny part of SELF somewhere in my body of consciousness but not in the body - the human facet is hanging out on the edges and the soul inside the physical body now) is still in mourning and is still annoyed with how dense and slow this reality is. The human facet wants to know when our furniture will be delivered and why the internet is so slow. But it is a tiny little meek voice at the bottom of a well, right now. I swat it like a fly buzzing around my door.
I will write more but suddenly, I feel that is enough for today. Going to take Ollie to the beach. THANK YOU all for your sovereign support on this last experience. I is so appreciated.
It was August 2015 in the Texas Hill Country. The stifling heat radiating off the dry ground below in waves had given way to an unusually cool evening. I was sleeping in the back of my pick up truck.
The open air enveloped me, and I was relaxed after a long day of volunteering in the kitchen of a youth camp for refuge teens from war-stricken countries.
Washing dishes in a make-shift kitchen in the stifling sun proved so laborious, I held only one speck of energy reserved at the end of the day to do much but surrender to the exhaustion.
I had just gotten off the phone, texting with Jack - a man I spent many lifetimes with and was deeply in love with. He loved me, he said in energy not words, but we would never be together. I took the scraps he gave me like a starving dog and thanked him after he scolded me.
The night gave way to the brilliant stars that lit up the sky and a meteor shower of epic proportions filled the cosmic movie screen projected above as I drifted off to sleep. I lay unable to move in the back of the truck with nothing but a pillow, a sheet, covered with the coarse salt of dried sweat, and a copious amount of hope.
Not hope that Jack and I would be together one day. Not hope that I would stop having all these human problems that never seemed to end. It was the kind of hope that fills up your body crown to toe tips when you have nothing else to lose. Some call it freedom. It was a surrender of sorts, and more so, a path when none others were visible to the human eyes.
I drifted off to sleep. In my dream, I was driving my white truck. Suddenly, thieves approached and began to strip the car as I drove. They ripped off the rearview mirrors, even the doors - anything and everything. I found I held no fear - at all. I just watched.
When the vandals took the tires off the truck, I got out and walked, totally un-phased by the stripping of my vehicle and all that I owned. I just kept walking, nothing in my hands, only the clothes on my back. I walked steadily and peacefully. Numb but full of sensation.
I came to a stream. Jack was there, and he kissed me. But I walked on.
I walked through a knee-deep stream as my clothes began to fall off. Piece by piece I became fully naked.
And I kept walking through the water. I stepped on rocks and my feet bled, the red pools forming in the water beneath them. Jack did not follow, and I did not care. I did not look back. I didn't need to. I knew he was not there.
I passed a group of souls, beings, and I somehow knew were awake, and they said, "Stay here with us. We found Utopia."
I did not look up when I nodded in their direction. I walked on and on, through dark waters. My feet continued to bleed. All I could feel was bliss. Bliss in this moment was steadiness without a high or low. It was pure existence without interference.
I reached a stopping point, still all darkness, and there was no one there. I felt a sensation sort of like love and a lot like acceptance fill my body. It was a peace not available to the human experience and therefore held no words.
I guess it's the kind of experience which only runs on a hope no one else can taste, a freedom which only comes from losing everything. One you cannot know until you are stripped down and strung out.
After the dream, I would try to go back to human life. I continued to wash dish after dish at the youth camp. I smiled at everyone I came across and they smiled back.
And then the hope that often felt like desperation, disease, and despair turned into something else - a guiding force that would not let me stop walking. When the car died, I kept moving. When the clothes came off, I walked naked. When my feet bled, I did not stop. When people showed up, I did nothing more than smile and walk on.
These days - I have been sober for so long now - yet I am strung out.
High as a kite on the non-linearity. Spinning and twirling in infinity beyond the veils of maya.
Instead of walking, I've taken up floating and flying.
My head spins, my heart beats fast and then not at all, and I spin and spin and spin.
And that weird desperate hope thing has turned into knowing.
The knowing feels like the motion of waves in the ocean.
Am I seasick or I am experiencing a reality long forgotten?
The Dream that Inspired the Series
The other night - I'm not sure when it was as I am not sure where I am or what day it is - I had a dream so real I could not shake it. Unable to sleep, I was out in my living room and started up the fireplace as to not disturb my partner, D, who was sleeping in his own dream world.
It was one of those half-awake, half-asleep states that I seem to spend hours in each day. In this space, imagination comes to life in images and sensations, linear time does not exist, and gravity certainly does not hold me tethered to Earth.
In the dream, I was back at the space before I first incarnated in human form. I was handed a drug and told I needed to take it to be able to exist in this strange physical world called Earth. I would go crazy without it, I was told.
The pill - the drug - was Maya - the great cosmic illusion we discussed yesterday - and it would narrow my vision so that I could survive in this strange third-deminisional world. That was my understanding in the dream, though, it did not come with words. Oh so limiting these words are!
Always the adventurer, I took it - I took the drug that lowered the veil before my eyes. Yet, there was just one problem. It didn't work. It would wear off so quickly with each incarnation, I had to take more and more of this drug, yet inevitably it would wear off time and time again. Even if I took enough Maya pills for ten men, it would wear off.
Sometimes it would work, though, maybe for a few months. There was a lifetime or two where it worked the whole time until the very end, and then I would leave the physical form almost immediately as soon as it wore off.
Another problem that continued happening with this defective drug is it would wear off at the most inconvenient times. For example, I would take the drug and be born into a new body. The drug rarely worked on me as a child. However, being around others on the drug seemed to kick the effects of Maya back into gear as I became an adult.
As a young adult - under the effects of Maya - I would fall deep in love with another person, or my job, or a religion, or my art, or anything of the like. The object of my obsession changed from lifetime to lifetime.
Then, inevitably, the passions for the person, place, or thing would wear off almost in an instant, and I would find that I was completely unsatisfied with my experience in the maya, in the duality. And then I would return to self, once again, and almost immediately leave the physical body, starting another round of this drug called, Maya, with another name and another physical body.
The dream was in hindsight, so I could see in this soul timeline of sorts that I began to grow tired of this cycle, yet, in the dream, I knew I could not go back home to the ONE. Even if I could, I did not want to go back home to the ONE.
I wanted to experience the ONE for myself. And I had many times, yet like an orgasm I could not hold, it would slip through my fingers like sand, each and every time. I wanted to experience the ONE in an eternal orgasm of Spirit that was mine alone.
Then I met D in the dream - in linear time, it would represent now. He had been there when I first took the drug, Maya, too. I had watched him take the drug as well.
When we ran into each other in the dream, I went up to him and said - with words --
"Thank God, I don't have to take the drugs anymore!
We don't have to take the drugs anymore!"
D just smiled and nodded like he already knew before my aha! moment.
And then the sensation of Maya left me, the blood stream, the body of consciousness for good. I was awake yet not moving and eyes closed as it happened. I breathed a sigh of relief and relaxation as I lay by the warm December fire of my Colorado home.
Many people who seek spiritual experiences take drugs to remove the veil. The most popular in America spiritual communities is the ayahuasca plant. My curiosity once got the better of me and I tried it, only to find it made me feel sober, flat, and without my treasured imagination, which has been my refuge through the cosmic illusion experience.
I have started to feel the same way about led meditations or experiences, especially what are called merabhs by the Crimson Circle. There's no need to take me out of the state of being that is gracing the Universe of Me. In fact, it feels as irritating as the dualistic Maya pills I was once given. I don't need to be hypnotized into believing I am in enlightenment. I simply AM. A merabh for abundance or ahmyo or anything else is no different than the spiritual affirmation variety. Lack begets lack no matter the sophistication of the "drug" shared.
Perhaps there is no drug, merhaub, super food, fast, or information source that removes the veil?
Instead, what if the Maya is the drug, and what we need is sobriety of the soul - a break from the Samsara -- AND the cycle of SEEKING and RECEIVING over and over and over again.
I don't have much more to say than this dream, which is not captured by words adequately, but perhaps in part by my painting above, inspired the series that will kick off 2018. It shall be interesting for me to see how that shakes out.
Next, I will talk about the physical changes the body goes through in the Triple E and the dynamics of perceived sickness as it moves through the physical vessel expression of the I AM.
Beyond the Veils of Maya Series
Do not fret, we will talk about the Threshold of Enlightenment and the dragon which guards it.
We will continue to talk about Divine Will and No Energy Creation, deeply.
However, in the last week of 2017, thanks to your supremely conscious communications,
I realized it might prove fruitful, lending words and images to an experience unfolding for all of us at this time.
As we move further into our own being-ness, as the voice expression of our I AM become sharper and more defined,
so too does the veil lift that held us in the gravity, linearity of time (how funny the human believed there was a past, present, and future!), the limits of beliefs, and blind to seeing our own grandness.
The human is ready to join Self in the realization process - seeing through the eyes of the divine within us.
The fire breathing dragon who guards the gates of of the Threshold only does so for one thing - CLARITY.
The fires burns up anything that is keeping us from the totality of our embodied enlightenment experience.
Clarity of the ever present now moment in all its multiplicity.
AND the multiplicity of who we are in totality - beyond the veils of maya!
Maya: The Great Cosmic Illusion
You have the gift of consciousness. Consciousness centered in the flame of life anchored in the heart (which) knows itself as God - as limitless potential, as being infinite though tethered to a matrix which is finite. The flame that you are is the flowing stream of consciousness that ever was, that ever shall be, that even now as the fulfillment of the law of your Being (the natural self-realization experience).
Tomorrow, I will share a dream I had which inspired this next series along with the painting I have to go with it. Like you all many things are unfolding for me, us, this space. New spaces to share and connect on Ryver being one I will share in the next week.
Please know that I understand in the embodied enlightenment experience that most people will not have daily visits from the people I list as contributors on the Honors page.
I never share my visits from these masters as a way to make you feel less than, but to add words to the wisdom flowing within all of us, uniquely.
Your embodied enlightenment experience will likely be all about YOU and not about these beings. In fact, I can see how talking to masters all day can be a distraction from knowing the Self. I will also add ascended masters make amazing friends (rather than teachers) because there is never any feeding. We are all going to be unique in this regard, and there's always a million ways to look at anything. Truth is an illusion in the Maya, too.
To share a bit about where I am coming from. I have experienced self-realization that was just for me - all me. It was so special and truly an experience alone with Self.
As we do not like the word service here, and I understand that completely. This is a legacy (thanks Kiara for the word you provided so many moths ago) lifetime for me. My expression of the I AM in this life includes embodied enlightenment and it also includes - from a deep passion within - the creation of an etheric library of sorts for those who will choose embodied enlightenment in the linear years to come. Not to convince but simply create another door to choose from, for lack of a better analogy.
My future self comes to visit and shows me how others will interact with this space WE are creating - each of us adding our sovereign touch to this pathway of consciousness, which will be open for those choosing consciousness over automation for years to come as stated in the manifesto of the space.
My "advisors" in this regard - chiefly, M. Bababji, P. Yogananda, and Master Morya - are providing me with the support of this legacy. After my personal enlightenment lifetime, my I AM presented me with a few options. Nothingness for a bit. A visit to other universes and experiences. OR - sharing my passion for the embodied enlightenment experience with the humans who I love so very much. In the end, like anything, it was never a choice. Here I am back on precious Earth, with precious humans, sharing as I am able, in the grandest experience available - SELF-REALIZATION.
One of you had a word for my talks with these masters who are sharing their creative wisdom with my human who is catching up just like yours. It was "(w)hoopla" - I guarantee that none of these three masters of the Far East contain any hoopla. You can get irritated with me - I'm not always a rose, sometimes my human thorns stick out, and I hope you call me out on it. But don't call the masters who grace this space with their presence - hoopla. It's so disrespectful. And all is forgiven AND there's nothing to forgive....I know these things come from a frustration - and it is frustrating - but just be aware, please, who you are actually frustrated with.
I will leave you with my working definition of BEING, which I quite love at the moment.
BEING IS PERPETUAL BECOMING.