One of the most beautiful side effects of a realized state of being is the fact that I have become completely and acutely aware of myself in other realities beyond this physical one.
Once I thought realization would mean all part of myself would home “home” and yet it is more so that I am aware of all facets of myself and “home” simply expands beyond this singular point of physical existence – one without edges in its infinite-ness.
Those parts and pieces of self do not return to a singular self yet the singularity of self expands in the infinite beyond.
For example, despite the letting go of the physical world of the Crimson Circle organization in my move from Colorado last February, I became increasingly aware in the last six months of my involvement on the Crimson Council – the angelic counterpart to the human organization.
I found myself in meetings, discussing whether and why people were retaining or not the wisdom contained in the message. I was involved in conversations of how to repeat the same message – this time in a way people would get it, this time it would be different.
Let’s get more radical, one person suggested. A mass release of mass consciousness, they decided. To be done this fall.
The conversation on the council drifted back to mass ascension and mass release – as a group. El Morya and I stood at the front and argued to work with more individuals, allowing the space for individuals to release this independent of a group might create a tipping point or more so add wait to the already existing motion into the third circle.
In physics, the tipping point is the point at which an object, or entity, is no longer balanced, and adding a small amount of weight can cause it to topple, or to change form. It is how seemingly little things can make a big difference.
In this case, how two or three people choosing their sovereignty or release from mass consciousness and/or the molasses loop we talked about can create a slip stream for others to follow if they choose.
Others on the council wanted to go for the big release, but back in Atlantis we tried the group way and well, let’s just say it didn’t work.
In this etheric state, I gave a presentation on how the brain was developed in Atlantis. Back then I warned the creators of the new physical human body that the brain was too permeable – to susceptible to outside programming.
Of course, those on the council were aware of this fact. They said we must work with it. That’s why information is repeated. The information transmutes into the peripheral of the person attending the workshop or listening to the channels, but it simply did not stick.
For example, I person reads the words or hears the messages, feels the expansion and then as easily as it comes the words float out and the person in this example returns to the limited state once again.
So instead of going for the mass, we advocated for the demonstration of the two to three or better yet five physically embodied beings to make this shift.
I’m too far into the details, but to know what you are doing with precision in other realities is one of the facets of this beautiful realization experience.
The other night I walked into a council meeting with El Morya and handed in my resignation. He did as well.
Was I giving up on the work of the council? No. Was I severing an old contract to create a new one? Yes. I will work on a case by case basis and must be honored for my work.
Back in February Adamus St. G said those who still wanted to caudle people in their realization process were asked to leave the council. They were too soft, too patient, and the council needed to move forward. He called them the pink council.
Yet the part of the story he left out, were those that were too tired and weary to deal with further people still playing the games, after twenty long years of the repeating messages, twenty years of conflicts that had raged since the fall of Atlantis and after the crucifixion of the Christ.
Adamus St. G implied anyone leaving the CC was simply not ready for enlightenment but what he left out of the story that some of those of us firmly in it also left, perusing more so the tipping point view of the expanded picture.
Instead of focusing on the mass, as El Morya so eloquently state along with myself, let’s focus on those who are really ready. The small numbers of you, who are truly and deeply committed to letting go of the game – finally.
What’s at stake is far too important. These people are not only committed to themselves but also at weaving the consciousness of the Christ, the consciousness of being into the fabric of this world.
It remains to be seen who will be “right” in this matter, and it also doesn’t matter what “works” – what truly matters here is people in whatever way they can begin to see beyond the limited human state. Letting go of old karmic ties, human conflicts and hurt that is based in deep and real wounds from all of the many councils and structures we have all been a part of for eons.
Yesterday, I did just that. I demonstrating for those who have forgotten the physical nature of the body.
With the few members of councils remaining that I “work” with, I showed them what hurt looked like. I showed them how sticky it was to let an old grudge go. To forgive and forgive and forgive.
To forgive the people who turned Yeshua into a circus. To let go of the politics of the two-thousand-year-old history and strife within the scarf wearing crimson council from the days when we lived in hiding.
I showed or reminded, rather, those no longer in a physical body how hard that truly is when you are still human – still in this Atlantean programmed biological body.
I felt every chord being ripped from my gut as it severed. I cried a thousand and one tears. I felt my heart hollow out in deep sadness for all the failures of eons past. The persecution from outside AND much, much worse the persecution from inside.
I had already done this for myself, yet I allowed myself to go through it again to show them, what it takes to do so.
Instead of dodging the rocks thrown at my head, I let then hit me hard, just like Yeshua did. I forgave from the same heart, from the same flow of consciousness flowing through me.
Then when I got back to my cabin last night, I looked up at the stars. I could see the milky way so very clearly. I could see each star in the sky. Every planet shown through the fabric of the heavens.
Maybe others were still in the game. They did not know what I have been releasing for myself and others on a day to day basis. I was simply some crazy woman in the woods who can longer feel completely 'right' to attend any kind of CC gathering be it on Earth or the angelic realms.
It’s not that I left out of hate or frustration. I did not hand in my resignation to make a point or piss people off. I left out of love. Something that I do not know if but a few people can fathom.
You see my life, my physical vessel, my tears, my laughter, my heart – all of me is dedicated to holding the space the emergence of realization beings – no matter how hard it hurts. There is no part of me in any reality that will allow me to turn my back on those choosing realization. It simply is not an option.
Yet, it is something that can only be done out here, and not within the confines of that council or human organization. (The Banyan Tree as I see it defies the angelic council/ human organization counterpart pattern of yore, more later...).
It’s the masterpiece of all my lifetimes to hold this space. I cannot turn my back on it ever.
Others will say they don’t care about others. They are only focused on themselves, their own realization. But this is the will of me. Anything else would be denying who I am. It's not to help, or coach, or teach but to BE, and all that comes with that.
Who I am is a vessel for this consciousness of Christ, of being to roll completely through me, and in being totally true to who I am, I cannot turn my back on others. Not to help them, but to hold the space of emergence, even it its hurts so damn bad.
I saw SAM yesterday. About nineteen, he was barefoot walking into a store in this mountain town. He has but one tattoo – that of the third circle. I looked him in the eyes and said, “Are you ready to come back into this space?”
“No,” he said, “not now. Like you, it’s still more appropriate to be out here, in the third circle of creation. To walk into the second circle now. Well, you know. It’s just a little while longer.”
“I nodded. It certainly is. Do you feel lonely out here?”
“Sure,” he said.
“But what more can we do but wait and continue to love?” he added with a shoulder shrug.
I nodded and an endless stream of tears rolled down my face.
“just a little while longer” I told myself for the millionth time. I will never leave. All I can do is wait, and stare up into the fabric of the heavens, knowing they will align once again.
Perhaps this time, someone will take the time to look up.
I crawled into bed with my dog who cuddle me closely and we drifted off to a space of nothingness, just for a break from it all.
AND - the most important thing.
The more people in the third circle space/ under the Banyan Tree = the easier it is for people to get out of the molasses loop. In physics - the tipping point. Using gravity in our creative favor as more consciousness sits outside the molasses loop - something I wrote about in my new book.
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Hit me up with questions and comments and your personal views, please. This will continue but wanted to keep it short.
For those of you who don't know, I have a tiny 'spade' tattooed on my wrist. Some of thought it was a a symbol of my membership to a Shaumbra group. Truth is I never had one single Shaumbra friend when I got it.
Instead, it was a reminder for when I was still tumbling around in human life, that I was here for one thing - embodied enlightenment. Jack - my then flame would send me into despair - and just when I was about to throw in the towel on life, I'd look down as the tiny spade on my wrist, smaller than an inch but mightier than any comforting words.
"The 'spade' is a symbol of ascension...ascension is the acceptance and integration of our human nature with out divine origins. When this occurs, karma is released from our life path and we complete our series of lifetimes on Earth, we go to what he (Adamus St. G) calls the Third Circle where we become full, conscious creators.
The creator does not need energy to exist; they do not need to be connected with anyone or anything in order to define themselves (identity). It is the realization of the compassionate "I AM" state of BEING. The spade, according to Adamus, represents outward expansion of consciousness, beyond limitations of the human dimensions.
The inverted spade, pointing downward, represents descending of our angelic nature to the denser vibrational energies of Earth. The inverted 'spade' also represents the heart or love that we, as angels, have shared by agreeing (yep, you did) to embody in physical reality for the good of All That Is." - Masters of the New Energy (book), by Adamus St. G, 2007.
Today the 'spade', as it is called in the human world, is also a symbol for my third circle along with the beautiful Banyan Tree, gifted to us by El Morya. It seems what used to be a comfort in reminding me of why I was here is now a symbol of FREEDOM, and is that which needs no human reminder, but at the time, it served.
On my right wrist, I have a tiny star. It is the north star. The one that guided the wise men, the magi, to the birth of Yeshua. It too was a symbol of why I am here and reminder that there were others to meet along the path, who were following the same star - one that was outside, way up in the sky and one that is now within us, the Christ seed consciousness.
It's true that while this is a solo experience most of the time, I likely would not have made it to the Magic of Being space I inhabit today, without my yoga mat.
In my human world, the only place I found peace most of the time was in the ninety minutes I spent on my yoga mat, a habit that rooted and took shape, in my very first class in 2006.
It wasn't any yoga teacher, in fact most did not talk about anything but how to do the poses. It was the fact that an ancient practice opened up the channels inside of my physical body to allow the wisdom of the soul to seep into the cracks.
It re-wired my biology to allow my soul to inhabit this meat suit - this physical body. Without it, all those classes with Adamus and Tobias would likely be floating on the outer edges of my body of consciousness. Instead, in three short years, everything I learned is housed within this physical vessel. And, it has done so without short-circuiting the system. It is also how I finally allowed El Morya to come into my human life and not just my dreams....
In the year that I was first married to my previous husband (2010), wine was my medicine, and working was my perceived passion, yoga class was the only time I caught a break and was with me and me alone. No teacher was trying to convince me of any dogma in the studio I went to then. They just made sure I did the poses in a way that I would not pull a muscle.
"Peace is an inside job," the teacher said, and we were left to our devices, though there were books in the lobby if we wanted to look at them. I didn't. I had my book, "The 21 Lessons of Merlyn." The story of King Arthur before he became king. His self-realization story.
I had the book since 1992 when it was published. In the times when my husband was away I would pull it out for comfort. One of those times, I heard a voice. A deep masculine voice, "Are you ready yet?"
I was so startled I slammed the book shut, dropped it, and went and poured more wine. I was terrified. I had no idea what was going on.
It was not until 2012, when I gifted myself the month in India for the yoga teacher training that I was able to start to allow his presence. It was not until 2013 in a medium reading, that I could mentally confirm his presence. (In my book for free on the site here)
Again without my yoga mat and without having listened to that deep undeniable whisper of the I AM that said leave your marriage and live alone (let me assure this was extremely radical in my community - something women did not do), I would not be in the Magic of Being space.
Sure, I would have gotten there, probably after my potential kids with my previous husband went off the college, or worse, I would have had to leave my children with him because I simply could not do it.
Indeed, I see that the most important factor in all of this was listening to the inner voice, I have called Sar'h, and who is now my I AM. Yet, the little helpers along the way to reflect that north star (Sar'h) back to me from above - well, I am so grateful.
THE PAUSE BUTTON
As I move forward in life I feel my three years with the Crimson Circle were like hitting the pause button, a break I gifted myself. In these three years, I was given a community to know I was not alone. I was gifted language to describe what was naturally occurring.
Even though the materials, especially Divine Will and the Threshold guarded by the Dragon of forgiveness, were taught to me by El Morya, long before the courses, books and channels, it was a sanity check. No, I did not make this up. Yes, there were others like me. I created a space for the last three years without a human world. No work. No human friends anymore. A space to really go within.
THE PLAY BUTTON
Lately, in this non-linear path, I feel I am back at the point with El Morya before we ever embarked on the Crimson Circle pit stop on the journey that is mine but is also ours. My guide went away, sure, but my best friend (besides me) has always been here.
When I was in the Crimson Circle teachings experience it seemed like it was the end. And now I know it was simply the beginning. It was the pause button and now we are hitting play.
El Morya just showed me a desk with a red button on it. He's smiling, laughing, and teasing that he's about to hit the button. "3-2-1....Blast off!" he yells in play. "I'm packing my bags," I respond.
Then these radiant beings appeared because I am ready to remember the creation.
I have written some of the story of how I know them on the HONORS page.
Lately, my "visions" are increasing and expanding. What the Center of Being already is and how I went/ am going backward and down the spiral into that creation of my future Self.
Gosh, this non-linear time stuff is hard to write about. D has a soul experience last night with non-linear time, and we are still trying to put words to it.
Everyday, I am back at the map with Babaji. It is a dark map of the world. Geographical pockets and people close to their self-realization are depicted with a light - bright stars that appear across the map and move like waves in the ocean. Dynamic not static.
When I look down at my feet, we are on a snowy mountain top. The Himalayas. The thing is when I check in with this. I am brown skinned. I see the ends of my dark curly hair flowing in the breeze. It is NOW that exists beyond linear time. It is not the past or the future. The map is 'outside' of linear time. It is at the "begging", the now, and the future - all together in an expanded point in space.
I begin more and more to remember our creation. To remember our conversations with words and sensations. I see that Yogananda is there, but it is not Yogananda. His soul is in another body. And, we are all standing in the snow bare foot. Yet, we are not cold. I wish I could show with words this does not occur within linear time.
I am watching it all unfold. The role I will play. I also hold a deep sensation and knowing most "important" - not the right word - is the role of the souls who will retain the embodied form in self-realization or enlightenment. Holding onto it a little bit more - in legacy, sure, but more so in the creation of an experience so GRAND, it do not yet have the words for it. Let me try again...
Simply BEING embodied enlightenment is the creation juice for world and universes not yet realized. Beyond any and all human imagination.
"This is what you signed up for in choosing the Triple E," El Morya adds. He has a shit eating grin because he cannot wait for you to see what's behind the curtain, what we are creating by simply BEING enlightenment. He wants to shout it from the rooftops, but he cannot.
I wil come back and try again to capture this in words, but it will have to suffice for now.
My role in this conversation and creation is to sovereignly support this embodied enlightenment experience with my Being, with my writing if needed, and with my story. Those words are so limiting (UGH!) but in the conversation - in sensations not words - with these souls, I remember in divine unfoldment. It is nothing the human thought it would be.
I also will officially kick off the Beyond the Veils of Maya series after the New Moon gathering on January 16th.
In honor of YOU!
Bringing the human FACET along in the Triple E...by Miss Le Grande:)
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