Continuing from my experiment in the last post in which I was letting go of any Shuambra ties, I wanted to share a bit about what came up yesterday.
First, I mentioned a dream about ancestral release, like the spiral we talked about before, I had done this on many levels already, yet went even deeper into this in the dream in which I was carrying my grandmother's heart next to mine.
Then yesterday, I woke up in deep sadness, yet I knew it was not mine. Upon further discovery, I realized the deep sadness was a pattern of many lifetimes. The sadness came from great expectations. In my life with Yeshua, for example, I had great expectations that his planting of the Christ seed consciousness would awaken many souls. What came after was dark ages, wars over what Yeshua had taught, a mangling of the feminine for thousands of years.
I can recall the deep sadness felt then. From a human perspective, it was death, chaos, and destruction. Yet, from this expanded master perspective, there is an understanding - a knowing - that indeed the christ seed was planted and is being harvested right now.
It is similar with Shaumbra and the Crimson Circle. Those human expectations that people would understand the words and implement them in their lives was there. So of course, when the human observes people talking one way and living another, it reverts back to those previous lifetimes of watching the hypocrisy spread, or watching the teachings be mangled in translation.
So I choose to go into the expanded perspective once again, Crimson Circle is planting more seeds, and the few who are getting it are right here and sharing their wisdom. As I realized the pattern of deep disappointment, it began to dissipate once again.
I realize this is what I felt at the Should. It transported me back to the lifetime of Yeshua and Mary Magdalene - and watching those teachings be mangled and twisted beyond recognition - all over again.
What I had released came back and stuck on my body of consciousness once again. And were integrated once again. This time we moved further in the expansion of the spiral.
On a brighter note, with the expanding senses, I have found I am interacting in new ways.
For example, we watched two days ago the movie, The Lost City of Z, about an explorer in the Amazonia. I found I was right there with the explorer along the Heath River.
And then yesterday, D and I went to the Denver Museum of Art to see the new exhibit about women painters in Paris. Once again, I traveled through time and space and I was right there in the paintings that seemed to come alive with my master vision.
I could hold a conversation with them. I could feel their emotions and hear their thoughts from the paintings.
It was really quite the experience that transported me through time and space. These words don't do it justice but I am sure you understand what I mean. How a simple human experience of going to an art museum is transformed into time and space travel when we view it through the eyes of the divine.
PAINTING THROUGH THE EYES OF THE DIVINE
Because words are so limiting, I'm headed down to the basement to work on my painting in which no words are needed. I hope to share that soon and have decided to illustrate my whole next book myself - plus Eiril's amazing work.
Speaking of which, Eiril's paintings are headed this way to be hung in my Colorado house, which will house the Center of Being for now.
I'm also playing with the idea of a gathering in Galway, Ireland when it warms up. Anyone interested in meeting us there?