DEEPLY AWAKE – THE PRIEST AND THE NURSE

I want to tell you a story about a lifetime lived in the middle ages. There was a boy who was terribly abused and neglected by his parents. He knew nothing but bitterness and hatred. He was surrounded by unhappy, mean and cruel people.

He found the church, and found that he responded well to the structure and the dogma which contained the people within the faith. He learned, grew, and took on more and more responsibility, more and more power, in his church.

A novitiate came to him. The priest chose this novitiate to work out some of his pain. The priest felt there were demons everywhere, and did not understand that the demons were projections of his own pain. He took an interest in this novitiate, but soon enough, found that mentally torturing this novitiate was far more satisfying than teaching, explaining or giving anything to him.

The priest drove the novitiate mad. Messed with his reality to the point of madness. The novitiate became so tortured, so insane, that he killed himself.

After that, the priest felt pride. He understood that things changed with his flock after that. He no longer had anyone's respect. But he had their fear. He had their disgust. He had their obedience. And it was WONDEFUL.

DEEPLY AWAKE – BABY STEPS INTO MASTERY?

Can you expand (if possible) on what that means about the polarities not being random, and things being reversed?

I sense, too, that now the fun part is going to begin!

I am so grateful that I can be in dialogue with you. I was writing a pretty direct message my guides kept hammering away at me with: that what I once considered fact is changing, and what I now know to be true, is in fact just the lowest octave of Truth. That the things I have hidden from myself this lifetime are no longer off limits, and that I can indeed walk in dominion with my reality now.

There are many layers to this, but I will give you an example.

I had just been released from an 8 hour visit to a jail recently. I saw such brutality, such absolute disregard and disdain that the officers and jailers had for their fellow human beings. It was a big deal to have to spend time there. It brought back many memories, and I had a dark night of my soul kind of thing. The whole thing was an exquisitely set up lesson, and I am grateful for the entire experience, because the gifts from it were phenomenal.

Exhausted, beyond exhausted, that night, after being up over 48 hours, feeling beaten and spent and strangely stronger than before, I remember being outside on the stoop, thinking about the people who worked in the jail system. It seemed to me that being unkind was the social norm, and someone who went out of their way to comfort or assist a prisoner would be in danger. I thought and thought about that.

LESSONS LEARNED

It is no accident that on Friday, just a few dozen hours ago perhaps, things happened the way they happened.

I had a relatively easy shift, but had started it out by openly complaining in a Facebook post about having to go work. An old friend replied to me and we went back and forth about things. It was very pleasant. But something within that back and forth banter rang a bell in me. A gong, really. And the funny thing is, I have no ability to tell you exactly what led to what. All I know is that with that final banter back and forth, I felt very different. Perhaps the awakening was independent of the stimulus. Be that as it may, I felt happy and intact, whole, and incredibly sleepy when it was time to go to bed.

I put myself to sleep by reading Kryon. I had just received an email from his organization, and it moved me to re-read his profound message about lighthouses and filters. Phenomenal. I knew I was profoundly working. I was having bleedthroughs before I finally knocked out... lots of messages, some visual weirdness, and what I call DICTATION. It is a steady stream of highly intelligent monologues. I can tap in whenever I like, but usually just tune it out. Last night somebody had it on a pole, blasting from a speaker for me.