The Exit Window~My Experience With Group Consciousness. By, AuroRa Le. August 1, 2012.
The whole idea of collective consciousness is a fascinating, and sometimes foreign concept to most of us living behind the Veil of Forgetfulness. Despite my ability to remember a good many things, the concept of being telepathically connected to all beings in the entire Universecontinues to elude me. What about you? Can you truly imagine how it felt to be connected to everyone in every way, back before this incarnation? I don’t know about you, but I consider myself to somewhat on top of things (at least the things pertaining to my own survival here in 3D paradise), but I must say that I can’t remember how this feels at all. I understand the mechanics of it and the many benefits, but my memory of all the accompanying emotions and joys of being One are still buried far back behind the wall.
Here on Earth, we still have the opportunity to participate in group-consciousness experiences, even if we are not actually aware that it’s happening. When we make the decision to incarnate, we factor into our contracts agreements with other incarnating souls, promising to participate with them in selected group events and interpersonal relationships. We also add into our life plan several “exit-windows.” These are departure points strategically placed at specific intervals throughout your lifetime, in order to allow you to depart or stay, based on your current state of mind or situation. For the most part, you would not be aware of whether you’ve chosen to bypass one of these windows. It is normally during dreamtime or deep states of meditation that your higher consciousness is consulted and makes this choice. But now, with the raising of our vibration and the breakdown of the illusion, more and more of us are become aware of certain synchronicities and odd occurrences that we’re at a loss to explain. Something happens and you have a funny vibe about it. Instead of attributing the survival of a life-threatening experience to good luck or a close call, you are intuitively aware of it being something more.
The direction of a collective mindset can change course in a heartbeat. Small or large, the size of the group doesn’t matter at all. Everyone incarnated on Earth right now chose to be here at this amazing time. We all made that decision together. For many of us, our contracts will intersect and intertwine at some point. We will come together as one group mind, and in a mere millisecond, decide our fate. Here is my own story of just such an experience.
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January 23, 2004
The Southern Caribbean. Somewhere off the coast of Guadeloupe.
It had been a picture-perfect day aboard the Serenade Of The Seas. We had left St Lucia the previous evening, and this was Day 7, a Sea Day, the end of our perfect cruise vacation. From the moment we boarded the ship in San Juan, our trip had been flawless. Calm turquoise seas, beautiful ports of call, fabulous food, snorkling, hiking and shopping. The Serenade was a brand new ship, and this was only her second voyage. She was lavishly appointed and beautiful. I had chosen to take the kids (my son and his stepsister) out of school for a week and home-school them at varying locations around the ship-such as the library, the pooldeck, the sushi bar… We loved to change it up every day and make things fun. As veteran cruisers, we had it all covered. Really, what could possibly go wrong? I remember how often we remarked on how charmed this cruise felt. Not a single glitch. I was even up several hundred dollars in the casino! Trust me-this is highly unusual! So as the kids and I began our last day with breakfast, a rock-climb and bingo (leaving my ‘then-husband’ sleeping in the stateroom), absolutely nothing seemed amiss. That is, until lunchtime…
We were out at the pool when the ship slowly made it’s way into shallower waters and dropped anchor.
An announcement went out over the PA system that we were stopping due to a medical emergency, and were awaiting a Medivac helicopter to come and retrieve a passenger who had suffered a heart attack. Everyone was to clear the pooldeck and go inside. We went to the buffet and watched the action unfold, from our table. We were stopped for at least 2 hours. Nobody was ever informed as to what the long delay had been in getting help to the ship, especially since we were very, very close to an island, which we were told was Martinique. Needless to say, we had lost a lot of travel time and the Captain had a schedule to adhere to, requiring him to make port in San Juan early in the morning. Therefore, the ship would be traveling at a faster rate of speed to make up for it. No big deal. Or so we thought.
That evening was Formal Night, and for dinner we all got dressed up. I love this part of the voyage. Any excuse to wear an pretty gown and put on the bling! After dinner, I dropped the children off at the Adventure Ocean kids’ camp on Deck 12, then went back down to the Deck 4 dining-room for coffee and dessert. No sooner had I sat back down at the table, when the ship listed on it’s side! Totally and completely over! It transpired so fast that I remember barely being aware of what was happening. China and glassware went flying. People screamed and fell over. Water sloshed against the windows. The ship’s alarm was screeching. The water from the swimming pool spilled over and flooded the elevator shafts, short-circuiting a portion of the electrical system and filling the air with the acrid smell of smoke. Then, I have no idea how long afterwards, the ship righted itself. I was like a mother possessed! I got up and ran, literally flying over the dazed passengers who were in my way (bear in mind, I had on a fluffy tulle skirt and 4-inch stilettos!). Within what felt like seconds I had run up 8 flights of stairs and arrived at the camp to retrieve the children. To be honest, I really have no recollection of my actual ascent up those stairs. It was very, very wierd. It felt like I had just sort of arrived there. I also recall never feeling fear, just this primal need to take action.
And then the high-strangeness continued on. My son was 11-years-old at the time, and small for his age. When I found him at the camp, he was excited because he had “caught a computer that was flying through the air! It flew across the room, Mom, and I caught it!” What mother could ever forget those words? And, seriously? How could such a little peanut catch a big, bulky computer monitor mid-flight? The counselors were at a loss to explain it, and were horrified because they couldn’t understand how he wasn’t killed! Obviously he had some help, I thought, and not of the human variety! The ship finally able to stabilize itself, and was able to go on and make port on time in San Juan the next morning. It was there that I, and most of the other passengers, noticed something else that was extremely amiss; We had suffered a serious mishap at sea. Our ship had tipped over! Miraculously, nobody was seriously injured or killed, but you would think that the Mainstream Media would have jumped on a story like this. After all, this was Royal Caribbean-a major cruiseline-and we all know how the media loves to grab onto any story that will serve to terrify the viewing public. Like vultures on a feeding frenzy. But no, there was not a single camera crew, not one reporter in sight! Even now, if you try to Google this accident, you’ll find very little written about it. I’ve seen a post by the cruiseline attributing it to mechanical malfunction or something like that. They told the passengers that because of our higher speed (due to the medical emergency), the ship tipped over when the crew tried to make a turn.
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It wasn’t until I got my Tauk board (The Art Of Universal Knowing), this past November, that Ilearned more about that incident and what it actually meant. Rastran, my best friend, fellow council-member and Sirian guide came through on the board one day and asked me if I remembered the night the ship tipped over. (Well, yes Rastran, how could I forget?) She asked me “Do you remember when the ship was stopped and you used the telephone outside the “place of gaming” (she meant the casino)?” (No.) “There was a flaxen-haired woman on the telephone next to you. That was me.” She went on to explain that she had briefly come onboard with my Away Team, the one I work with during dreamtime. They were there to check in on us and facilitate the “transition.”
The ship’s listing was a carefully planned event, decided long before any of were ever born, and written into the contracts of every single passenger aboard that ship. The ones who had chosen to use this event as an exit window were not to survive the accident. My son, my stepdaughter and I were among those who were to die in the accident and return Home. She said that at the very last second, in a span of time so fast that the human race doesn’t even have a term for it, the Collective group changed it’s mind. We decided to stay! I also learned that Ryan did not actually “catch” the computer on his own, but was helped by a member of my Team.
I’m choosing to share this story today because I feel it’s important that we remember that there really is a bigger plan for all of us. There’s much more going on than just what we’re perceiving with our physical senses. I also hope to have it serve as a reminder that we all have teams of angels, guides,ascended masters and family-members who are looking out for us. They are real and they are here.
We mustn’t be deceived by the apparent quiet, into thinking that nothing of importance is taking place. August will, hopefully, be a month of progress and surprises. Anything can happen in the blink of an eye. Anything at all. Whatever it is the Universe has in store for us this month, we need to open our hearts and expect nothing less than miracles. Get ready for the magic!
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