Thursday, March 03, 2016

Physical Mediumship: Past Report


For those interested in advanced physical mediumship sittings as experienced from someone with mediumistic tendencies, here is a detailed report by August.





Thursday, February 18, 2016

Expansion: What's it Like to be Risen?



“To assert our individuality is to rise … into that more highly specialized use of the Law which brings freedom rather than bondage, joy in the place of grief.”
~ Ernest Holmes ~

It was recently shared with me about someone who had been advised by her son, who is still embodied on earth, about receiving guidance from his father and her husband, who had transitioned around seven years ago. Her son explained that “Dad’s alive” and that he and his father “interfaced … (it feels) like Dad, but expanded. Like he could see everything all at once.” While this may make sense to her on some levels because she is still able to maintain an awareness of her husband’s energy around her, it’s clear that it’s very intimate and experiential, making it difficult to explain much further, and so she’s wondering if anyone could suggest more about this expanded state of consciousness. Tim and I had actually been discussing what his life has been like in his current Risen state of consciousness, and so felt perhaps we could offer a little information that we trust might be useful.

The first thing we’d like to respond to is the idea of expansion, which applies to those of us still on the Earth as well. It’s quite simple, because all it really means is the absence of fear, and then the absence of resistance to the expansion. Fear is contraction, which you might notice as your body's breathing becomes shallow or stops. If you can imagine what it must be like to live and move about with absolutely no fear, you might begin to understand what our loved ones are experiencing. And if you can understand this, your vibration automatically becomes higher and finer, and thus begins the process of growth that will allow us to resonate with our Risen loved ones, and then the shared resonance becomes the transmission and receiving of information—primarily through feelings—which is the communication and dialogue we are hoping for.

The following is an excerpt from The Risen: Dialogues of Love, Grief & Survival Beyond Death:


      “Envision with your mind’s eye a world where poverty is impossible and abundance unavoidable. Because there are no needs there is no necessity to work. There is instant access to infinite sustenance, clothing, shelter, and anything else you might desire. This will be so for everyone there, for these elements will be freely available to all. Hence an economic system of any kind—which implies lack—will not be needed in this world, unless you might want it for yourself. The same will hold true for any social, psychological, political, scientific, and religious systems, which all inherently embrace presumptions of lack and need. The environment—the weather, the light, the mode of transport, and your homes—will continuously reflect your personal consciousness. 
     “Everyone in this world is free to do whatever they like and as much or as little of it. Work and play are indistinguishable from one another. You will work and play, and live and love with those who are most like you, for in this realm the Principle of Affinity is the guiding force of relationships. Those who are not like you will be with others who are most like them. (1) 
     “Most relieving of all, there is no judgment or criticism of any kind in this world, no matter how much we may think we deserve it. If that should be the case, we would be judging only our self and not prevented from such a desire. Rather than judgment, we can expect and welcome only adjustment. The Principle of Affinity will convey us into an environment that reflects our self-judgments. Although nobody will attempt to interfere with our self-judgmental behavior there will always be observant, compassionate Helpers waiting to respond to the slightest request to help release any such unkind intentions toward oneself. 
     “Because we will be able to perceive that there is love freely available to all in this new world the usual distortions from lack of it will not exist, and any falsehoods will vanish quickly when we allow ourselves to fall into love’s awaiting arms. This falling into love will be as easy as breathing, for we are designed to self-correct through change—that is, through intelligent transition. “Death” is also corrected through this loving process of transition, from which we will emerge and arise anew. 
     “This other world exists right now and awaits us at every moment. We already know this Home with great intimacy, for whenever our body sleeps and sometimes when we daydream we visit it and all those there whom we love. Each of us has been leaving our terrestrial body—rising from it—to travel in our spiritual body to this other world, this home, since the day we first arose upon the Earth. Very few of us remember these travels upon returning to our terrestrial body, so heavily does earthly life weigh us down. The sheer density of our physical body filters out the greatly finer vibrations of such memories. If we could remember even just a little bit, our burdensome grief would be tremendously lightened by the awe of such experiences, and further comforted by the sureness that the day will come when we will take our last step away from this Earth, never having to return.”

As reported in our first book, The Risen Dialogues, along with some additional reflections in the upcoming new book, Tim initially had the following to say, which was about five years after his transition and relocation to his new existence. I had asked him if he could explain how he moves through his world as a Risen person. He had apparently recreated his small and cozy studio apartment as well as the Greenwich Village neighborhood in New York City where he had lived when on the Earth, and tried to give me a sense of what this was like for him:

“I see you are wondering what lies beyond this tiny apartment where my cat, Bigfoot and I sometimes rest. Nothing and yet everything lies beyond it. When I go for walks through the old neighborhood it’s the same, yet so much more. Each and every thing is alive, suffused by glowing, pulsating, prismatic lights, filled with life and energy as the sun-filled trees in the parks, effervescent as the fountains which give forth music, their waters welling up and cascading down pieces of sculpture that are never the same. Birds, animals, butterflies, and flowers of exquisite and dramatic beauty populate this geography. It is all a manifestation of my mind, yet infinitely more. It is also a co-manifestation, for there are many other Risen here, drawn together by the resonance of our minds, united by curiosity and love and the never-ending desire to experience and share. Some of the people are familiar to me, many are not, but all are enjoying themselves and each other. Sometimes the landscape will gently change and appear as if several geographies exist in the same place, as many souls overlap here in similar ways of vibration of mind and emotion.
“Although many prefer to walk in this sort of environment, some float or fly. There are those who take pleasure in vehicles of every kind, from old Model T’s to trains, planes, and even boats on gentle streams, scaled down for individual use or for small groups of people. I’ve never seen anything like your giant jets that carry hundreds of people at a time although there is nothing barring such things, so I’m sure they must exist somewhere. It all depends on what we allow our minds to manifest.
“Many travel through the purity of thoughtful desire, meaning that the mere thought of wanting to be somewhere results in instantly being there. They prefer this method of movement to all others. We each choose our method of passage according to taste and need, whatever pleases us.
“I can seemingly walk forever onward but never come to an end, as if eternity is contained within a few short blocks. You and I have been shown and now understand, to a very limited degree, that one of the infinite truths about ‘forever’ is that we manifest it. Some might say we create it but to be nit-picky, everything has already been created and so everything already just is. We are the shapers and shifters of creation, causing it to manifest as it pleases us. There is no end to anything, no walls or boundaries. There are no finalities simply because wherever you go, there you are, something that people on Earth already intuit. On the Risen level we say, ‘As you go, you are.’ We could say that this going, this movement, is one’s manifested reality … it is the manifested realization of one’s immortality.”
Tim’s description is rendered here into understandable language of the material for terrestrial people, but still does not come close to truly describing his intimate experience of his spiritual reality. Essentially, he is saying that his experience of life—his actual world—principally arises as his consciousness arises from within any present moment. His world experience unceasingly unfolds in direct response to his thoughtful or even thoughtless presence—somehow even before each step he takes in any direction. Because there is only his presence he is always present; he is always now. This never-ending now is his immortality. It is the same for those of us on Earth.

His presence is his present, which is a form of mind, or “mind in formation.” While this mind information is similar to that which we terrestrials call “thought” it is not thinking as we know it. If I want to join him in some manner from my present moment, I must find a way to consciously be with him at the point where our presences intersect—which is always in the present and not in past nostalgic reminiscences, or in future expectations. The way in which I use my mind becomes of the utmost importance in this endeavor.

Without his former body’s dense material and its ego-mind, Tim’s lens of awareness is able to focus on a larger range of living than mine. So it might be said that he is waiting ahead of me, which for me would be foreknowledge. When we each focus our lens of awareness toward one another, the interception is where we meet and join in awareness. Because I now have knowledge that he is waiting ahead for me, I’ve achieved a bit of that which some might call faith and which I increasingly experience as knowing. Tim responds to my ponderings here from his Risen state:

“August, it’s not so much that I’m ‘waiting ahead’ for you, but it’s more that our movement within and against different backgrounds makes it seem so. I truly comprehend the difficulty there is in finding a way to compare our two very different experiences of awareness of self while living in different dimensions of space and time. Like space, time has a reality and its beauty is seen and experienced in differing realities, and in changing reality. We can see that change is rooted in Nature—that we are Nature, and change is time. But change is also space.
“Your geography is usually described on earth as an experience of Space-Time. Space appears to stand still while events are perceived to change by passing through it in a linear, timely way, manifesting impressions of past, present, and future. The Risen geography could be said to be an experience of Time-Space. Time appears to stand still while space appears to change as I move through it. As on Earth—and some of you are beginning to grasp this—the Risen interpret and utilize these appearances, which are actually thoughts, as movement or modes of transportation. All time events are occurring simultaneously, reflecting the Risen observation that Creation is finished and always available for manifested exploration. Space-Time and Time-Space, and other combinations of light and sound are the mediums of exploration, the finger paints of the cosmic playroom. You, the Yet-To-Rise, can and do experience Risen Time-Space via spiritual events and realizations—as well as altered states of consciousness, which also include pain and suffering.
“To get some feel for this, I’ll try to use an earthly experience as an illustration that most people can understand. It sort of works because it reflects the experience of an actual train ride you might take on Earth. It’s as if I’m sitting in a train which is moving along at a very fast speed—meaning a state of higher vibration. As I look out the window on the side where I’m sitting, those things closer to the train appear to race past me very quickly, as they would on an earthly train ride—so space appears to change as I move through time.
“Simultaneously, those things that are further away, which are the lower vibrating landscapes of Earth, also appear to move but much more slowly. From my train I can see the combined Risen and Earth landscapes as well as many of their details, but not all. Those objects in the middle ground also move but at a different rate. I can see these different-paced, different-spaced areas simultaneously through the one window, and I can also see them moving in different relationships with one another. Depending on where you are within that passing landscape, I can see more of your life than you can, while mine moves along at its faster pace which still keeps pace with yours. We might even get a brief glimpse of one another.
“Someone in another Risen train traveling alongside mine might see what I see, but in a different way, and from a different perspective. My present Risen State is a little like being in a train at times, although you can see how the analogy breaks down quickly if I try to move beyond this very simplified form. Rather like trying to walk through a moving train while having to pee really badly.”
My thanks to Tim! Any comfort we can find from even the slightest of ideas along the way is a sign that grief continues to transform and evolve. We want you to see that people still on Earth can form a new relationship with anyone who has transitioned, and especially after the grief they have both been sharing has eased.

I would also like to share a bit about my conscious forays into Risen geographies, albeit still in extremely limited ways. It is an enormously rare thing and it can be frustrating finding adequate language to articulate such non-word experiences. The following has been excerpted from a chapter in the new book, still in progress, The Risen: A Companion to Grief.
“After my body fell asleep that night I found myself standing on the top of the mountain behind the same Appalachian farmhouse, and could see the land stretching out far beneath and beyond me. The beauty of the green hills, flowers, and the clouds simply cannot be described—‘beauty’ even sounds like an unattractive word to use. I’ve always loved the term ‘Summerland’ that is often used in the older spiritualist writings, and while it barely does justice to this land I found myself in, I would like to use it here. 
“I was completely conscious and aware of where I was. Rather than try to describe the physical environment any further, it seems more appropriate to speak about the emotional environment—for that is really what it all is, manifesting in outer forms—an outward effect caused by my “is-ness” of inner reality. I almost fainted from the up-rushing of the fountain of feelings that lit up each and every cell of my astral-etheric body, and I could see my hands glowing, as well as light emerging from my fingertips, and even from my eyes. The feeling was one of ultra-intense longing mixed with relief, tinged with the fleeing of the grief one feels of having left a beloved Home, but now finally returned, where any other idea than feeling safe and sound could not possibly exist. My whole being wept—there are no physical tears in the Summerland, for water plays a very different role there—but if I had been on Earth, I would have been sobbing and laughing at the same time. This sensation of weeping was almost frightening in its intensity and there was an awareness that it would have literally melted my terrestrial body away in an instant. 
"I saw a familiar friend who had transitioned some years ago, who also notice me. He hardly gave me a glance and just waved a brief “hi!” my way as he resumed some task he was about. I realized that I probably appeared to him like a barely tangible ghost, transparent and perhaps difficult to hear. I then noticed another friend, who apparently was visiting from her sleep in her earthly bed, just like me. She emitted the same vivid but gentle light like mine. This is how visitors would see each other, even though the Risen would most likely see us as thin veils of energy, perhaps in the form of a person, but not necessarily. I’ve been made to understand that the Risen might see each other as glowing beings of light or otherwise, depending on their own dimensional viewpoint. 
“The three of us sat down in a nearby field and shared about our lives, intimate things which must remain private here. Then, eventually, slowly, I awakened back in my body in my earthly bed, both cats resting on my chest and peering intently into my face. When I realized that I was back in the terrestrial dimension, I began to experience the opposite of what I had felt when I had first entered Summerland—my whole being wept, but for a different reason. I felt lost, abandoned, and shattered. My first thought, was, “Oh god, no ... how can I endure another second of this? There is no way I can ever get out of this bed and start walking in this world of dismal gravity and shadows.” I began to feel overwhelmingly depressed, and if not for my guides who chanted soothing comforts in my ears, I don’t know how I would have made it. It took nearly two hours to get out of bed, and then almost the entire day of unceasing prayer to feel reconnected with Creative Source within and resume an earthly existence. Although I eventually felt fully grounded, for many days afterward I couldn’t stop thinking about that Summerland.”
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(1)  All of these experiences are potentially available to us while still on Earth, if we would let allow them.

Thursday, December 24, 2015

Who are The Angels?


For me, the best characters in the brilliant drama of The Nativity have always been the angels—although the camels are a close second. While the human players always seem almost boringly predictable, since I was a child I've been fascinated by the way angels always show up just at the right time, always calm but slightly "off" and weird.

As a child, one of my favorite books was an illustrated religious childrens' book, published for Roman Catholic households. The brief moral stories featured angels as the heroes and devilish-looking angels as the villains, always seeking to tempt children away from God in clever ways—while it was never clarified exactly what would happen if one did stray—so I didn't worry about that.

Although I greatly admired the visual illustrated beauty of the good angels with their multi-colored wings, I was far more attracted to the mischievous tempters, and felt a special kinship with them. In spite of the stunted, dark wings the illustrator had given them, I especially liked that they had much more interesting facial expressions, with none of the perfectly composed, almost self-satisfied smirks of the "good" angels. They weren't "bad" -- they were just more down-to-earth and just wanting to have fun. Ever since then, I seriously questioned if there really is any such thing as an imperfect or bad angel in a universe of absolute good.

Now, many years later, here is what the Risen have shared with me about "angels":
The alleged fall of rebellious angels from Heaven recorded in many ancient texts is actually a fabrication of the ego-mind. We are the angels, and while we might be drifting we haven’t actually fallen. Perhaps we could be called fledglings in the egg, and may still have a long process in our angelic development, but that is why we have immortality. The separation drama of “good” from “not good” angels is a dualism myth built from lies of the ego-mind, which seeks to make Authentic Self feel separated from Source and then keep Authentic Self under its control. This lie was effective in appearing to lower the Divine Human Authentic Self by creating a false hierarchy. It placed humanity at the bottom, and the inconceivable and unreachable angel at the top—beings who are always “closest to God.”  
Typical of the ego-mind’s approach, fear is used to keep humanity in its place. As noted in The Risen Dialogues, a myth is based upon certain realities that were misplaced from the present consciousness of the embodied collective of humanity. The ego-mind fostered this myth by capitalizing on certain psychological attributes of humanity’s mentality, making it believable by assigning to the angels human-like “lower” attributes such as fear and jealousy in order to explain their so-called “fall”—yet angels are supposedly perfect beings. This contradiction of lies appears true due to our aeons-long tendency to follow while not questioning such beliefs, rather than resting in the true knowledge that we are beings who can never stop living. 
Who are these powerful, light-filled beings who so often appear to humanity in the service of Creator Source? These angels are none other than “Beings and Becomings”—people like us—who have been evolving and transmuting for unfathomable eternities, just as we and our loved ones will on our immortal journey.
We are beings who are becoming angels.
When we can allow our self to become truly quiet and rest from a feeling of alignment we will begin to feel our Source, which is omnipresent, changeless, and resides here and right now within each of us. The now of within is the middle of everything. The feeling of now is the connection with the feeling of immortality. It is the feeling of “I Am.” 

The feeling of reaching and reuniting with our immortal residence is also the feeling of coming Home. The vitalized Authentic Self will inevitably recognize the feeling of its truth in its various states, thereby recognizing Itself as an immortal being as It moves inwardly from any felt point, ever onward.

[Excerpted from A Risen Companion to Grief (in press)]

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Rest in the Silence of Nature


"Replace the end-of-life thoughts with silence, and then rest in that silence. Nature is the best remedy for over-indulgence in worry and what-if's. Placing our awareness on plants and animals, sky, stars and weather will evoke the divine silence that is the center of the whirlpool that will lead us into the Great Ocean of Source."

[Excerpted from A Risen Companion to Grief (in press)]

The Mystery of the Ghostly Tie


After getting home late the other night, I began changing my clothes into something more comfortable, taking off the green tie I had worn in honor of Solstice. I put the tie in its place on the rack, and then turned around to continue to unbutton my shirt, only to discover there was now a blue tie wrapped around my neck, as if someone had been standing behind me, taken it off the rack and put it on me, ready for me to tie. This all happened in less than 10 seconds. I haven't been able to figure out if I could have somehow accidentally done this myself. Is Spirit trying to tell me I need to get out more?

Good friend and science-lover, Zoë reminded me of our shared experience of the mysterious Red Hat, some years ago.

From the Archives: The Case of the Red Hat


Those who have a copy of our book, The Risen, may have noticed in the dedication in the front:

To Zoë
~ Who Witnessed the Red Hat ~


Several readers have asked about it. Here is the story behind it, as reported in this blog in October of 2006. Zoë, now a little older and wiser, still remembers it, and has herself experienced her own odd events similar to this since then, and also still has the appropriate response: she laughs.

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The week I spent camping on Lake Champlain in the Adirondack Mountains went by faster than I thought, but I'm glad all the same to get back to the place I call home. (and 2 kittens are especially glad!)

While I never saw "Champ" - the alleged "Loch Ness Monster of Lake Champlain" - I did have a very intriguing experience that was unique in my already very strange life. I have yet to figure it out, but haven't really pursued it yet, just letting it rest a bit. There doesn't seem to be any of the "psychospiritual amnesia" effects that I've cited in The Risen and are usually associated with Risen contact, as the details are crisp and clear in my memory; nor did I have to struggle to retain the information. Of course, it was observed and corroborated by another person, so perhaps that "solidified" it in some way.

I was traveling in a car with 2 friends and their 9 year-old daughter, Zoë -- who's also my fairy god-daughter (long story) when we stopped for gas in one of the many small towns in that part of the state. We noticed that they had firewood for sale, which we needed, so I started to get out of the car to go buy some. My red baseball cap, which had a large "Strand Bookstore" logo on the front, had been lying on the seat next to me, and I reached over and put it on my head as I got out of the car. Immediately I found that for some reason, it wouldn't fit on my head -- it was too small!

My hat was a faded red, and the Strand logo was sewn directly into the hat. Z. was still sitting there, so I asked her if it was her hat. She looked at me and laughed, and said no. I countered with that it wasn't mine, so whose could it be? Did it belong to Mom or Dad? Nope. Did she ever see it before? Nope. Hmmmm. So where was my hat?

I took it off and looked at it, to discover that it wasn't my hat; rather it was a plain hat with no logo on it. True, it was red, but a very bright, new-looking red; it seemed to be made of some kind of bizarre material, not really fabric, and not really plastic, but something in-between; it looked as if it had a very fine "weave" but it was fake, as if a picture of a weave. It had the feel of an object that someone tried to copy without really knowing what the object was or what its function was. I now regret that I never had the presence of mind to take a picture of it; alas I was not one of those wed to their cell-phone!

I carefully explained to Z. what my hat looked like. I put the strange hat down on the seat where I was sitting. While she looked for mine, I got out of the car and showed it to her mother who was walking towards me. All I got was strange laughs when I complained that somehow my hat got switched with this little inferior one; it was just assumed "August was having one of his 'spells' " --they are used to my trances and other nonesuchnesses, and usually don't ask too many questions. "Look at it," I insisted, "it doesn't even fit on my head! I'm not crazy!" Taking it in stride, my friend continued to walk towards me and said that the firewood was inferior, so not to bother, we'd get some elsewhere.

That was fine with me. I turned around and got back in the car and picked up the hat I had left lying on the seat. Only it was my hat, the Strand hat! I looked at it in disbelief. I stopped Z from her searches and said I'd found mine. But where had it been to begin with? And now where was the other one, the smaller, redder, plain one?

It was nowhere to be found.

Immediately Z. and I began tearing the back seat apart and then the far back of the car, looking for the hat. I kept my own jammed firmly on my head. We never found the mystery cap. Not then, and not the next day, nor the next. And my friends continued to insist that they didn't own such a cap to begin with.

Z. and I went over and over this event for the next few days; and then she would go to the car and search for the cap we had both briefly seen before it disappeared. We felt bonded by this mysterious trip to the Twilight Zone, and will probably remember it as one of the main highlights of our camping trip -- even more than our visit to Santa's Workshop!

Sunday, December 20, 2015

From The Archives: Cristes Mæsse

[First posted 12/24/10 - a reader recently wrote about finding it "evocative" . . . the summer, as least in this part of the world, is past its zenith, and before we know it, we will be crossing the threshold of a new year. Perhaps this previous post can continue to offer some reflection of who and where we are, in this moment.]


When the tips of the pines
Touch the twinkling stars
On the cold, crisp nights of December,
May your blessings be more
Than you've ever hoped for,
And your Christmas a warmth to remember.

~ a poem on a card sent by Aunt Doris ~

For some reason, as I began cooking this morning of Christmas Day Eve, I was impressed to put on a CD of Mozart's Requiem Mass in D Minor – a strange kind of music for Noël . . . nonetheless, it affects me deeply, evoking complex emotions, all tinged with sadness.

The turnips are peeled and roasting – my contribution towards tomorrow's cozy gathering of friends, coming together to celebrate many things – consciously aware living, loving, and sobriety. Together, we manifest and share a "field of gratitude" that spontaneously arises from our gathering together.

In The Risen, we explore the idea of "fields" – realities that interpenetrate our material one, and which we often can sense emotionally, psychologically, spiritually and even physically. This idea is practically no longer abstract, but is quickly becoming a realized fact by primarily quantum scientists, many inspired by theoretical biologist Rupert Sheldrake's understanding that there is no "inside" or "outside" to one's mind. It is further noted in The Risen:
"Sheldrake suggests that memory is not stored in the brain, which is a kind of tuning system, rather than a device for storing memories. Our brain resonates within a morphic or morphogenic field. This resonance is a form-shaping field, an invisible organization structure wherein all experiential information is recorded and stored.
"Morphogenic fields are patterns that structure our reality. Older, primal societies have been well aware that the forms of our experiences are shaped by something greater than us, and of which we are simultaneously a part. Modern, 'civilized' societies have contracted the mind into the idea that the mind exists only within the confines of our physical skulls."
Sheldrake would likely agree with the idea of the spirit of a holiday—that it’s a morphic field containing the memories and rituals associated with that holiday.
Viewed from this perspective, the spirit within a human being resonates from within the larger spiritual morphogenic field. From their perspective, the Risen suggest that the so-called boundaries of any field are arbitrary and subject to one’s perceptual awareness, meaning that the fields are infinite in space and time. Thus, Risen fields interpenetrate non-Risen fields, which also interpenetrate." (pp. 137-138)
In 21st century terms, this is "non-locality". Non-locality is one of several important principles of quantum physics, and has given rise to the concept of nonlocal space, explained by Pim van Lommel, MD as “ … a multidimensional space, with nothing but possibilities … and without certainties, without matter, and without a role for time and distance … (and) represents a hidden reality that, at the quantum level, exerts a continuous influence on our physical world, which is the complement of nonlocal space."  While interpenetrating the local consciousness of the physical brain, non-local consciousness expands unbounded beyond it, and is believed by many to support perceptual reality. This concept underlies theories about after-life survival, remote viewing, and other out-of-body experiences. (From his book, Consciousness Beyond Life: The Science of the Near-Death Experience, pp. 227-28) [Highly recommended.]

 Mozart claimed that he heard the music in his head and that all he had to do was transcribe it; he did this in near-perfect notation in a very brief window of time. Van Lommel suggests that such creativity, inspiration, and sudden scientific insight might be explained by unconscious, or even conscious contact with non-local consciousness. His book explores in great detail how near-death experiences bring the person into contact with other fields of consciousness – other worlds – in this way.

It's clear to me that I'm experiencing "fields within fields" – or worlds within worlds, as the Risen say. Obviously I'm not in the land of sleigh bells and candy canes, but somewhere in the Deep. I wonder what is is that  I'm accessing in the field of Mozart's Requiem. As I ponder more I begin to realize that there is sadness is the memory of the story of a little baby who will grow up, and as a young man,  "die" a seemingly tragic, lonely death, abandoned by the world he loved so much; I think of his mother as well. Mozart was dying as he struggled to finish this piece, and transitioned before it could be completed. He captured these complex ego-mind feelings of  the direct experience of his own transition, along with the "tragedy and loss" that are believed to be inseparable by death. Surrounding Requiem is much controversy and confusion, unanswered questions and myth. While the story of the man who was also a Christ clearly embodies the almost inconceivable news that there is no death, only more life, much myth and confusion surround the drama as well.

Many fields of spirituality and religion converge around this time of the year, a few according to the light reaching the earth from the sun, and others because someone once did or said something that continues to resonate with millions of still earth-bound souls. One funny question that I get asked often is about my "religion": "Are you Christian? Jewish? Buddhist? Pagan? Democrat? Vegetarian?"  My answer has always been the same: "I don't remember." There is the potential for magic and miracles of wonder in them all. Krishnamurti once said,  "Religion is the frozen thought of man out of which they build temples." He also said, "I maintain that Truth is a pathless land, and you cannot approach it by any path whatsoever, by any religion, by any sect."

The Requiem's saddening minor chords of the last movement of the sequence, the Lacrimosa, breaks off after only eight bars, unfinished. One can only wonder if Mozart was simultaneously having near-death experiences as he struggled to complete his mission. He transitioned on December 5, 1791. Perhaps I'm accessing something of his world, his field, his non-locality while listening to his final offering to our terrestrial world. The lovely little Christmas card from my Aunt Doris also brings me in contact with some kind of field. Now in her upper-eighties, she is one of the few remaining, older relatives still on the earth (once there were so very many!) There is, at first, sadness with this thought, but if I stay with the sadness, while letting the ego-mental thinking fade away, I'm brought to an awakened awareness of Authentic Self, and then through some sort of door, an entryway into a deeper aspect of another reality, and more light begins to shine through what I first perceived as shadow. This is the door to the Risen lands, and not only light, but laughter and joy beam forth from it, and suddenly I begin to understand the meaning of Cristes mæsse, which means literally, "the anointed one's mission." We all have this mission, as anointed with spirit by Creator Source, to find the door to Home, for "blessings more than we ever hoped for."

Tim made his transition on a Christmas Eve, falling deeply asleep here and slowly awakening there. Although my mental grief about it has been worked through over the years, and it seems nothing more than the dream it was, my body still remembers in its own way, and accesses biological fields that are inherently part of a terrestrial existence. So a little sadness is there too, wistfulness, really, which also becomes a door to where Tim actually is now, the present, which is all we every really have.

Thursday, December 17, 2015

The Diakka - Some Posts

It's now December 2015, and just like 2013, the weather is unusually warm and very Autumn-like, rainy and quiet -- but I'm not feeling satisfied and not curmudgeonly, and studying peacefully in bed with cat feet-warmers and lots of good organic coffee. The Risen are nudging me to consider writing a monograph (a la Sherlock Holmes) about the Diakka, which apparently only Andrew Jackson Davis ever mentioned in some detail. There is a lot of information about them on our blog, and I've learned a lot more and can better articulate this information since I began writing about them here and there. The Diakka are increasingly making significant appearances in our world, mingling, teaching, teasing, tricking sometimes, but never malevolent; and yet nobody seems aware of them. This awareness is important because it would enable those of us on Earth to equalize the imbalance of power that the Diakka seek to acquire and thrive on for their own ego-satisfaction - which is harmless, really, but not fair in the game they seek to make us play without telling us that there is a game to begin with.

Fiona & McHenry


[First posted 10/6/13]

Since today is one of those quiet, rainy Autumn days, and I'm feeling cranky and critical -- or curmudgeonly, really --  I'm going to spend as much of it as I can in bed while I continue with my studies of the works of Thomas Troward, along with gallons of coffee and having my feet warmed by the cats.

If anyone feels like doing the same but needs something to read, we suggest looking at some of our posts for detailed info and brief mentions about the Diakka, who were first identified and written about by Andrew Jackson Davis.

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Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Self-Exiting - No Judgment, Only Adjustment


"While I rested, someone in Spirit began sharing insight about the issues of self-exiting. I recognized this Risen One as the person who had once been my great-grandfather on Earth. Although we had never met in physical life, I had always had a faint awareness of his quiet, observant presence somewhere in the background. Not a Guide but a Watcher, he had never communicated mentally with me before until now, which was brief but supportive. He then stepped back and allowed himself to be used as a doorway to a much higher kind of collective spirit consciousness, which signified itself as 'a cloud' and who desired to contribute crucial spiritual information on the subject. Here now is Cloud’s communication, who voyaged to my terrestrial dimension to aid me further in my quest to understand self-exiting."
     Greetings, gentle medium. Let us proceed. The elements of earth are but a few motes of dust whirling around in the clouds within clouds within clouds of untold, unnamed, uncounted, unending elements. We the Speaker are such a cloud. In your mind is seen that which makes us all alive and connected, through those symbols that best portray the information. We are slowing down within our cloud to take temporary residence within your cloud, which is your world.
     Taking your life cannot end your life, and this you know well, gentle medium. Because this cannot be done, there is nothing to do about it. Judgment does not await anyone who wishes to move the life force expression from one form to another, regardless of intent, self-judgment, or any such kind of sorrowful self-interest. The movement of such a one can be observed, assisted, eased, and loved. The movement of life from one form of energy to another form of energy is a sacred event at all times, and there is no heresy, no blasphemy, nor even error to be assigned to any such movement. Everybody is appropriate, wherever perceived to be, and whenever perceived.
     Within the great density of the elements which have been in-drawn into the form of your planet’s body and all the forms upon, under, and around it, there is great activity, a frenzy to acquire energy and to move from one form to another. Your movement is your development on the dense plane of materiality. All movement for all living things on the planet in this way is appropriate, always.
     There is not just one process of movement of life through living but a multitude of processes, which beget ever more processes of life. Life is forever redefining itself, reflecting, refracting, recycling, renewing. The process of life returns energy back to its source in a never-ending cycle, ever so slowly, expanding and widening and eventually lifting all who are traveling in every way upon the cycle’s circle into higher and finer modes of expression. This journey would appear as a spiral from within your spiritual dimension. This you all intuitively know, as do all forms that contain the spirit-flame that is of the Original, and therefore is the Original Itself. We are all One-and-the-Same as fulfilled by our infinitely differing forms of expression. We cannot find an end to it all, nor can we end expression.
     Regard the flowers of which you are so fond. When they are allowed to find their proper elements and grow, they thrive with the greatest expression possible, seemingly without end. Yet there is an end, but one that cannot be found or seen or even sensed, as it is simultaneously assimilated into that-which-it-is-becoming, which is the fulfillment of the process given to them, as is given to all life forms. This is the gift of unending life. The flowers may weather the harshest of conditions upon the way and yet manage to pursue the fulfillment of this gift, of which all life consists and emerges from and strives to fulfill. This striving is movement and this movement is life. As nothing exists that does not move there is nothing but life to fulfill. Life, regardless of the degree of self-awareness, is a divine gift, an infinite opportunity for immortal exploration to whatever fulfillment awaits. And fulfillment always awaits each form of life.
     Give the flowers any elements that are inappropriate, that are poisonous to them, and they will not fulfill their flowery process to the utmost expression available to them. Giving yourself poison that will keep you from further fulfilling whatever expression is forming about you will not keep you from living. The flowers will release their essence of spirit, as will you. Their dense bodies will return to the denser elements, as will yours.
“What of the spirit essence animating all forms? During your life as a human your spirit will be received and carried within the shelter of the body. The body protects and nourishes it, while supporting its own ongoing transformation into ever finer and faster vibrating energies. When at last the spirit is released, the higher and finer the energy, the higher and finer places it will be able to sustain awareness in, and it will then be brought to these places. These higher and finer places are new awarenesses that are redefined by increased self-reflection. This is the great principle of those planes, including the earth and beyond the earth, where like vibration attracts like vibration. This ever-evolving principle, a state of awareness of self and of others that arises and is increasingly sustained, is love.
     On earth, the vibration of matter is far too slow to attract anything other than itself, like and unlike together, which is an aspect of the process you experience and label as ‘gravity.’ Spirit vibrates within matter, and so for that part of its journey it is matter, while it grows in its awareness that there is more and greater spirit beyond the body, and thus yearns and reaches for it. Whenever the spirit is released from the body, at any point, it cannot yet exist in self-awareness for long without a body of some sorts, and thus still carries itself in finer, higher vibrating bodies. The spirit will find its appropriate place. There is a place even for the spirit energy of the flowers to move to, from where they can continue their process of ever refining, ever expressing, and ever experiencing.
“Life is experience. Self-releasing your spirit essence is experience. You will learn from all experience. Upon release you will be aware that you may have not moved any further from where you thought to move. You will Rise, and as Risen you will perceive your actions in a different way. Rather than achieving a replacement as longed for, there is instead movement that might be called displacement. And yet you will still have achieved understanding, inasmuch as your present awareness can shed its light upon your whereabouts.
     You may feel that it is appropriate for you to leave at a certain point along any experience. If this seems a necessary experience, explore it in your mind and see where it leads—not with thought, but with feeling. You may find it leads you where you originally had intended, or elsewhere, but you will still be ultimately involved in your life experience. It cannot be otherwise. You may perceive the necessity and the chance to make the decision, or you may not. Either way it does not matter. The longer you remain in formation to gather information upon your planet does not mean that you will necessarily gain the experience that will bring more vibration. Yet it could, depending on how you utilize your experience. It is up to you to use that which has been given to you in the ways you deem appropriate. There are no mistakes, only choices. There are no judgments about your choices, only unconditional acceptance. It cannot be otherwise. The means is provided for you to raise or lower your vibration at any time.
     We see in your mind that fear of the future, of punishment, of judgment, weighs heavily around such decisions. There is fear that you will not be able to be with those whom you love and that they will be unable to reach you. There need not be any fear. If you are in suffering when you arrive after leaving your body, you will be attended to unless you desire otherwise. Healing is always available and the opportunities to learn will continue. Those whom you love and who love you will be available. Those who are higher can move to the lower, but the lower cannot as easily move to the higher. And even when it can, it cannot sustain that movement. Their vibrations may be of a higher nature than yours and so they may have varying qualities of presence, and thus they may seemingly dwell on a different plane. But the nature of love is such that all dwelling places, all positions of vibration are totally, perfectly appropriate. Love allows all who are similar to intermingle in some way. The more present you are to yourself, the more present you will be to others like yourself. If in seeking to obliterate your consciousness because of the pain, this will be achieved because it is important to you and you have made the decision that this is to be so. You will eventually awaken in the arms of those who love you and who understand and accept you. No one will shun you, none will condemn you.
     If any sorrow should arise from such an action, healing is always offered, never denied, and communicative exploration is encouraged. There are unlimited ways to continue self-discovery. No one need be lonely unless they want it so. Many arrive in various states of fear, regardless of the avenue taken. Even the negative states of emotion are able to find expression far beyond what is capable upon the earth. The emotion of regret might be underlying the spirit who has released itself from the body, but often the release itself becomes the emotion of relief, which is positive. Choosing to remain focused on regret will exclude your awareness from the present, where suffering cannot exist. You were not meant to experience anything unless you want to. All experience is valuable, nothing is lost or wasted, and life unfailingly goes on expressing itself. As will you, for you are life itself.
     The less fear with which you arrive, the higher the vibration and so then much more light. You will have greater ability to enjoy the light. It is not necessary to hasten any part of any journey, including the one you now have on earth. Ending it does not hasten it, nor does ending it slow the experience, for time does not exist as you know it outside the temporary awareness of your plane. You have the awareness of time on earth to experience, to ponder, to study, to enjoy a material existence, as well as to gather impressions about pain and suffering. Fill this time with your experience, and experience as much as you want. This time is for your awakening, and it is left to you to decide how much wakefulness you wish to experience.
     However you leave, whenever you leave, you bring exactly who you are, and your accomplished awakened consciousness. There is no comparison against others offered in judgment upon you, no criticism ever offered, although this you may do to yourself, to the degree that you do now, and possibly even more so.
     The flower does not damn nor is it damned. It is welcome as it is, as are you. As the flower has been manifested out of the greatest wisdom to seek to fulfill its experience as completely as it can, so have you been manifested, and so might you seek. At the end of your earthly experience, at the moment of release, there is simply that much more opportunity for joy in the knowledge that you have lived in whatever way you deemed fulfilling. The more you can perceive, the larger will be your universe. There is great joy in the self-awareness of self-expansion from awakening, and there is ever-increasing wisdom and serenity in that joy.
     As for those left behind on the earth, you are never responsible in any way for their state of vibration—only for your own. In your freedom you may know their grief as keenly as if it were your own. You will no longer have the body with which to embrace theirs in comfort, and this may be a mental agony that requires much healing, both for those in spirit bodies and those in earthly bodies. Medium, you are aware that we have influenced much of what you have shared about grief. We re-echo your words here as a gift for your own benefit. Be aware of opportunities to begin the healing while together on the earth. Ask. Always, simply, ask for help, for giving is what the universe builds upon. You will always receive this forgiving, and it will arrive in some form, regardless of your expectations. Most often help has arrived long before you ask for it, and it is gentle and subtle, intent on not interfering and only with assisting. If you do not want it you will not receive it, but you will still be watched and guided, even in the darkest of moments.
     You are always loved, even if you have withdrawn love from yourself. As you would give the flowers the space and elements in which to thrive, strive to see yourself and others as flowers. Know that you are a flower with self-awareness. It is this self-awareness that enables you to live in conscious awareness of grace, which is the gift of self-awareness, as well as the ability to live in a continual expression of natural gratitude.
     When all seems without hope, that is the time to let go even of hope, and accept it as an opportunity to experience feelings of compassion, peace, and love toward self and others. Learn the peace of resting in That-Which-Is-Greater-Than-You and yet which is also Who-You-Are. You are Beings and, simultaneously, Becomings.

"Thus, to self-exit is a choice that will not be punished or judged as wrong; it’s not even perceived as an error. It becomes instantly forgiven and forgotten amongst all the other countless choices we’ve made and will continue to make as an immortal being. Rather than judgment, there is only adjustment. Our bereavement is not a test to measure success or failure. There is nobody keeping track of our progress, which is really just another way to speak of our never-ending journey through a Perfect Universe."
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As updated in the current book-in-progress, originally from Chapter 6: "Grief Evolved & Self-Exiting" ~  The Risen Dialogues