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Free-Falling...

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We are in free-fall.  I’ve been skydiving, and this is the reason I did it.  Exhilarating, terrifying, and thrilling, it is damn near orgasmic.  It is an incredible moment in time.  I will never forget it.  In the air it lasts for moments; here on earth it’s much longer. 

 

These times we are in have no guidebook.  There is not a twelve step program to release our addictions to third density while we are enmeshed here.  It sounds easy in so much of the information out there … “Let go of the misery of pain and suffering!” “Get the physical vitality you desire without aging!” “Become one with all of life!” “Just love all the time!” “Live in a constant state of bliss!”

 

Wow, I want to go there. Yet, I am here, and I have to get myself there.  There is not a pill to take or a plane to catch (or jump out of).  There is just me, here now, with these very third dimensional bills and tasks and relationships and aches and anxieties.

 

It is time to choose now. Every challenge we find the most difficult will rear up and stand in front of us, blocking our view.  We will not see what is possible with love until we can see through the illusions in the way. They seem to be running and fighting with each other now, to take front row… as if the debt is pushing its way to the front, quickly followed by an angry loved one or a persistent physical issue.  They seem larger than life and our responses to them are telling us where we need to focus.

 

This is all improvised.  No one can tell you how to do this.  You have to love yourself enough to persist.  Love is the only answer.

 

We wanted to be showers of the way.  It is show time. 

 

The Prince

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The Young Prince

Imagine a young prince who has been entrusted to the care of peasants since infancy, in order for him to experience life's hardships. He doesn't know he is heir to the throne, and he goes to work every day in shabby clothes and with hardly any food inside him. Years later, the king, his father, decides his education is complete and sends a whole delegation of representatives to find him and bring him back to the palace. The young prince hasn't a clue what's going on and thinks a mistake has been made. But there's no mistake, and they explain to him he was sent to live with peasants simply in order to learn what hard work, sobriety and modesty are. Now he's arrived at the palace: they ask him what he would like for his meal, and all he wants is a little bread, an onion and some water. He doesn't know the royal chef has prepared a whole feast... And you can imagine the rest of the story.

And if I tell you that, inside, you are all princes and princesses... Yes, because you are all sons and daughters of God, and one day your heavenly Father, who has entrusted you to peasants for the sake of your education – yes, symbolically that's what life on earth is – will solemnly send for you. But only on condition that you have worked properly, of course; otherwise, this apprenticeship with peasants could last for many incarnations.

 

OMRAAM MIKHAEL AIVANHOV

 

The name Omraam

“This name, says Georg Feuerstein, is made up of two famous Sanskrit mantras or words of power, Om et Ram.

Up Sacred Mountain

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There is a place where sacred mountain stands... glorious, majextic.... and everybody goes. To visit with Divine.

From Far and Wide they come... up Sacred Mountain.

 

Soon everyone knew about sacred mountain... the old, the young, the precious, the old and the new. And one of them... a mean, gargantuan ogre.

 

This monster decided, "Aha! I know what I will do!   I will scare everyone away, so they cannot climb up sacred mountain. As he laid out his plans for his mischief.

 

For days, months and years at a time, this dark, hairy monster kept anyone who dared come near from ascending the yet enticing, glowing mountain.

 

"Aaaaahhhhhrrrrruuuuuggggghhhh!"  were his yells that echoed his claim.  No one had visited sacred mountain for such a long tome.

 

ONE DAY a young, bright-eyed fawn quietly, almost mysteriously approaced the mountain.  And there was Ogre.

"Let me by, please, I must get up sacred mountain."    "AAAAArrrrrrruuuuuggggghhhhhh! was the giant's yell.  Not flinching, Fawn paused.   "Mr. Giant", she firmly stated, I have come a long way.  Please let me by so I can go up Sacred Mountain. "

Wow.  Ogre never heard anything like that before. Hmmm.    He decided his scream wasn't strong enough, sooo,  he REALLY screamed now as the mountain almost shook in response. "AAAAAAUUUUUURRRRRRRRUUUUUGGGHHHHHHHHHH!"  was his unyielding threat.

Fawn blinked her precious, beautiful round black eyes as she cocked her head in surprise.  But Fawn didn't quiver. 

"PLEASE, let me by" "I WANT to go up Sacred Mountain" Fawn gently whispered, yet still in firm request. 

Giant Ogre couldn't take it anymore... her beauty... her confidence.... her gentle sigh.... 

Fawn's love melted the giant.   And he became no more.

Brave New World

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Beloved Friends

victorious, upright, unshakeable,

Lovers of True Power.

The "brass tracks" of what we are all apart of is this:

This sweet little Planet is the meeting ground

for what has been, and is now to be,

the Cosmic Climax of all Previous showdowns

in any galaxy, in any System

heretofore ever played out.

Hence the "big cats from both sides of the fence

are all present. This means you.

Mother of Protection

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(We are simply stirring things up to see who is who.   (Line from Benjamin Fulford - Reader Update - 10 April 2012)

 

There are 52 goddesses.... what do they do?

They create, they destroy, they see who is who....

 

What do you do... I mean, to see who is who?

Do you turn th'other way when one of'em "boo's!"?

 

Too many times in our many days past

We allowed all to be "is"

When is was Not at All

 

Cherish the day,

when illusion is Met

With a force, a stand,

Angel Michael's Protection

 

No mystery, I say... just beware of the nay,

It's been in our history, of just being nice.

 

But friends of ascension, there might be a price.

 

Make new, today... understand this new way,

Is not about judgment, but each mother knows

What to do when the blacker sky shows.

 

MaAlaea, Guardian

 

 

Beyond the Yellow Brick Road

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The sun is bright in the morning sky, a front door opens and a man reaches out to pick up the morning paper while children walk by on their way to school and birds fly overhead…a typical spring day has dawned and it is beautiful. These are the things I have come to count on; the predictable parts of my life.  In their own way they bring comfort – the world is as I expect it to be.

 

Yet inside brews a world that’s new.  Hopes, dreams, plans and desires all see something else.  Where is this place we dream of?  Dorothy said it was over the rainbow and current prophecy places it in the fourth or fifth dimension.  It seems always someplace else and that is suspect.  Can it not be here?

 

Will I wake up tomorrow and say “Aha!” I am here; no more yellow bricks or portals or spaceships or searching.  Can I do that?

 

I don’t think we ever get there because, well, we are always here. Rhetoric, maybe, but within these words is the key.  We will never run out of the next place to be, there is always more; More to experience, more to see, deeper to go, different ways of being.  This is good news.

 

The possibilities for life are infinite and you, right now, are one of them.  You exist today as this unique love particle, an emission from our creator.  You immediately began a process of self definition and expansion, and you’ll never stop.  There is no limit to where you can go or what you can become.

 

This next dimension has been sort of defined as a place to go and that feels like you need a ticket or you have to fill certain requirements before you are allowed on board.  We are all going, simply because we are not capable of stagnation.  Our universal plan is one of growth, progress and evolution.  We are in an eternal process of becoming.

One Great Master, Omraam Mikhael Aivanhov

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Editor's Note: The reader is asked to bear in mind that the Editors have retained the spoken style of the Master Omraam Mikhael Aivanhov in his presentation of the Teaching of the great Universal White Brotherhood, the essence of the Teaching being the spoken Word.

They also wish to clarify the point that the word white in Universal White Brotherhood, does not refer to colour or race, but to purity of soul. The Teaching shows how all men without exception (universal), can live a new form of life on earth (brotherhood), in harmony (white), and with respect for each other's race, creed and country... that is, Universal White Brotherhood.

 

 

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