Chapter Seven: On playgrounds and Kingdoms without a King
8 December 2015
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Mother came to Rita again, this time in broad daylight, her face a dark river of shimmering stars, the bluest of hues her black body.
What are these talks of going elsewhere?
Rita felt as always when she saw Mother torn between Shaking awe and powerful solace
Well you told me Mother that this place would be no more and that we would all live in another place, very different from here so I was just getting myself ready for the journey, knowing it would be long
It could be, yes but where do you think it is? Some distant planet that I have chosen for you? Another universe perhaps?
The ground shook under her step and the air vibrated with her presence as she walked, a figure of grace and power all at once
I don’t know Mother. Another galaxy, yes, I assumed
You assume a lot child. When you don’t know why don’t you just ask me?
A smile tugged at the corners of what Rita imagined were her lips. It was not really that she had a face but Rita could see in that river something that replicated an image of what she thought a human face would look like. Rita volunteered a smile back and Mother laughed so Rita laughed too, at first with a sense of guilt and then freely with the wildest of joys as the room heaved and shook with their laughter and the frames from the wall strew the grounds in fits.
I shall ask you next time Mother. Rita’s voice was between a hiccup and a snigger, the laughs still Shaking her uncontrollably
The journey within can be long but you know best what this place will be like because you will be one of the builders.
Me? One of which builders? How many are we? How much time do we have?
Oh Time, that silly notion I put in place a long time ago for us to measure the dilation of your playgrounds. I think you don’t need to worry about that anymore soon.
Are we going to a place of zero-point? Will we reach full stillness, no Time?
She laughed again and Rita laughed too though less heartily as she was keen on having Mother answer before she left.
What is zero-point? Do you still ask me really the question, child? Have I not left more impact on such matters with you before?
It is the point of implosion, when Time will disappear and our bodies will transform, right? It is the bridge between the playgrounds.
Mother was listening to Rita, a little twirl in her like every time Rita knew she was pleased with her response.
Do you know why you are changing playgrounds?
I think it is because we have outgrown this one. We don’t know what to do anymore here and most of us are getting bored, with some creating new games in the playground which are not to everyone’s liking or others playing the sae games that we are sick and tired of playing. Yet they don’t care much when we tell them to stop, that it is not a nice game anymore and that we are tired of it, that we want to play a nicer and more interesting game.
Yes, well that is the old way of the male energy. It only knows destruction and return to void, unlike what you hold and some of you have marginalised your female energy. It was not a thing of a day, it took many light travels of your Time to achieve that.
But why was the female energy marginalised? Why not leave us alone?
Do you still wonder why? It is because you are the ones who create and play the most. When you arrived here, each of you had chosen which side of the energy you would be on because full balance would take you out of the playground and those who chose the male energy lost their touch with the full creation energy because it is the female energy that stirs the void into creation. In your reality, the female energy still needs the male energy to create within physical density but it does not in the realm of dreams and art which are expressions of your eternal being.
But there are many male artists, not just female artists.
Yes, being male or female is not just a matter of external appearance. Those who thus create have not withdrawn completely from the female energy but preserved it within them. Some, though very predominantly in the male energy, thrive on the energy they draw from the females they attract around them to stir their internal voids into creation.
If all males know whether consciously or unconsciously that females are essential to the game, why do they suppress us so? Why not just play along with us?
Have you not realised child that things are changing? More males are waking up to and accepting the female energy as it returns to them.
But at the same time such horrors are committed against women in so many places around the world. Not just women but also children. All these wars that bring desolation to the hearts of everyone and mostly to those of women and children, so many of them abused and broken
Yes my child but that is soon a thing of the past. Who else, other than females is so close to creation and playing?
Oh yes, children of course!
Precisely my child, they do that because they don’t want to change playgrounds. They try to keep you in fear and in anger so that you will lose hope, love, laughter and therefore the possibility to continue creating the new playgrounds. They create a vicious circle by which you enslave yourself into this playground, forced to play with the bullies they have become and that way you would never have enough material to create another playground. By attempting to keep you in that vicious circle, they attempt to never leave this playground where they can rule like the tyrant children they have become but both father and I are tired. We have to shake all of you back into your senses and we can’t choose which ones to shake because you have all created a common playground. Your playground heaves, it is soaked in waters, it is seared by flames that all of you may finally understand that this playground is not for you anymore, that it is time to go to the new playgrounds.
Transform or die?
Not exactly my child. Understand when the game is over and move on to the new game, pick up the code and learn the new rules that you might not be taken aback but fear not, the rules are precisely those. Not to fear. Only to Love, freely, wholly and uncontrollably.
But what then of detachment? The wise ones speak of detachment and of not allowing oneself to get attached. How do you love wholly and uncontrollably and at the same time not get attached?
Well I have to say that the notion of detachment you are all playing with is not the one we had in mind when we originally set the rules of your playground. Your detachment has become a sense of nothingness, a dull grey of being while the detachment we had in mind was a shiny explosion of vibrant colours
How can one speak of detachment and explosion of colours. I don’t understand Mother…
It is simple really child. Detachment is that knowledge in you that everything you are playing with is merely a means for play and for learning something else that will help you in another playground. Nothing is for keeping forever because otherwise you would be playing all the time the same games with the same playthings. Have you not seen your children how they play with toys and then tire of them after a while and want something new to play with? Have you not noticed what they do if you force them to keep the same toys?
Yes, after a while they destroy them. Well actually I have noticed that it is more the boys who destroy the toys when they don’t want them anymore. The girls most of the time just go and sit by themselves or with each other if they have company, singing or playing with imaginary toys or friends.
Not just the girls, those boys with the female energy in them also do that.
A twinkle passes through what Rita feels are her eyes. Today she is not changing into a human-type form for Rita. She seems to be very taken by this whole matter of playgrounds and Rita’s misunderstanding of them. In fact she seems so taken that she has not even waited for Kayla or Kalen to accompany her but has come herself and right in the middle of the day.
So do you understand better detachment now?
I think I do Mother. Detachment is not caring less. In fact it is caring to the maximum point but knowing all the same that you will give away these means of playing and move to another level some day and if the means of play was not capable of transforming into a means for the next level into the next playground than we will never see those means again. We can continue to care for those means but we know that we will have to leave them and be in peace with the fact of leaving them.
She smiled and stars sparkled harder within her dark river. It shimmered in places again and Rita knew she was now extremely pleased with her. She slowly started materialising into a more human-type form and this always caused Rita such joy because she could actually look into Mother’s huge beautiful eyes full of power and compassion and be submerged by their infinity.
Mother, please tell me and don’t be angry with me. People speak of apocalypse, of the end of Times, of retribution and of the Day of Judgement. They say that God will decide who will go to Heaven and who will go to Hell based on our deeds and that we only have this Life, that we will need to redeem ourselves in it if we had committed sins.
Do you believe in Heaven and Hell, in God and in the Devil?
Well I believe that there is an energy of Love and an opposing energy of Fear and that perhaps we can call these God and the Devil if we think in our human terms.
Hmmmm…. Well, for the sake of argument in the sense that you like to use, let us say that there is a Devil, one with horns and hooves and with tattered wings from the Times that he was an angel before he was cast upon the Kingdoms of Hell as it goes by the teachings that were brought to you. People have given him such great powers maKing him akin to God alone though inferior in rank to him as the belief goes. What according to you would happen to the Devil on Judgement Day?
The question took Rita by surprise. She had never thought about that and was not sure anybody had actually thought about that. Yes, true, what would happen to the Devil on Judgement Day? Rita thought to herself.
Well I guess he would be punished like all the evil-doers and he would be…
Cast to Hell?
The irony in her voice was palpable as her human-type body now clearly shook with mirth. Rita was slowly getting the point of what she was trying to say. If on Judgement Day the Devil got cast to hell, he was merely being sent back to his own Kingdom where he would reign as a King again and no subject of that Kingdom would dare question the King. So in all likelihood on Judgement Day the Devil would actually be rewarded and with royal title, just like he was while moving all those wrong-doers to carry out their ill-advised deeds. But if it was so then why would he be rewarded while they would be banished to his Kingdom and tortured while he, the one behind all their misdeeds would be thriving in a Kingdom where he could do as he please while he was the true culprit really?
Mother was watching Rita closely and this latter could feel Mother’s watchful intent eyes upon her as her face betrayed her inner turmoil and confusion of thoughts. Rita gave up at last trying to reason internally and volunteered a partial response.
It would not be right I presume
Why not? Could he not be cast to hell and not be a King there?
Well there cannot be a Kingdom without a King. If there is one, then he is the Devil but the old Devil would be no more because we are normally on Judgement Day where only God would be ruling. If the Devil is no more, then he would be a mortal being judged for his misdeeds and if he were a mortal then he is not to blame really because it would be the Devil who would be the true culprit but that Devil was just put in place to be the King of the Kingdom and who could be put in that place on Judgement Day if there are no more real Devils and only mortals, The Old Devil and God with his angels. Would another angel be sacrificed to play the part of the New Devil? That would be a monstrous fate and would it really be Judgement Day if we had a New Devil in place? Would God have to take that part for himself? If he did would that not be twice the monstrosity? Would those of us who carried out the misdeeds have to condemn ourselves to be the Devil and would we have to cast ourselves into Hell and torture ourselves? Would we all be the King or would we take turns in being the Devil King? If we were the King, would we not be able to do as we please within our own Kingdom?
The more Rita thought about it, the less it made sense. Mother merely smiled at her knowingly. She came closer to Rita, lifting her chin and looKing her again straight in the Eye.
Yes, there cannot be a Kingdom without a King and where there is no King there can be no Kingdom. So on Judgement Day as most of you would have it, there would be no Judgement and no means of executing that Judgement. Do you understand now?
There will be no Judgement Day. Just the Day we are all together again with the Source of all things. Is that why there are these playgrounds, so that we may slowly act out different levels of the game of life?
Not exactly? Father and I wanted to test various scenarios but it was not just about life, it was about life and death and everything in between. It was about creation and the transformation of the energy. How it could come about, how it would evolve and what it would evolve into. It is now Time for other playgrounds. This one is saturated by the same playing and playthings and your nimble consciousness needs novelty, new fields, new experiences, new ways of expanding. Did we not tell you before? In fact we even left it within all your textbooks as there are not just playthings for children but also things to learn from within your textbooks. We told you that we created you in our image because you are miniature representations of us. You remember the talk about the archetypes you had with Kayla and Kalen, it is precisely that. Now it is time to have those archetypes evolve further into their purer forms and this entails leaving this playground to go to the next.
I rather liked it here. I will miss it.
That is why you have to learn to detach my darling child but never stop experiencing that flow of sensations, that burst of colours within your chest and behind your eyes because it is the fabric of your future playgrounds and you will need to keep weaving it because there will be nothing left here soon.
Rita looked around, soaking in the sun far behind the houses, moving slowly towards the higher point of skies and sighed. She did not want to tell it to Mother again but she would really miss this playground. It was so beautiful and Rita was having a hard time giving up the toys she had played with here. She still felt there was so much to learn here but Mother seemed to think that it was Time for her to move to the other playground. Rita sighed again. The sun was sparkling on the small puddle in the lawn left by the rain and it made her think of Mother again as it bore the remnants of the starlight that ran through her rivers.
Rita sighed again as she looked back to the blue skies stretching in the horizons, behind Mother’s frame. She had a fleeting thought for Martin but realised that like all the other means of play in this playground, she had to let him too go. He was still so bent on playing within this playground and his main playthings were void and destruction with only distorted waves of the Love. She knew without Mother or Kayla needing to tell her that a phase in the growth of her Heart was over and Martin belonged to that phase – at least for now. He was not ready to move into the new playgrounds and kept alternating between blabbering indistinctly about the love of some of his toys, yelling sorely at Mother and Father or throwing some of his old or new toys in rage with tears of anger and madness streaming down his darkened face.
Mother merely smiled at her when she looked back to her and she knew that Mother knew so she smiled back, a smile of relief and gratitude for her caring. All Mothers always know what goes on in their children’s mind. Sometimes they pretend not to know because they want their child to feel that it has its own secret garden but Rita understood in her Heart of Hearts that Mother knew as certainly as she herself had looked upon her children’s faces in times that troubled them and knew. She just knew.
Chapter Six: Transcendence or the path to the Creation of the Essence
18-19 November 2015
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Rita sat to write again the words that flowed from the music just as I had told her to do so. I watched her through the looking glass as she sometimes got irritated with some of the words that meant nothing really to her. We knew she was a creature of Love so we always gave her the messages through imagery and music of Love and she picked up well the flow but did not necessarily understand what she was doing.
I look at you as you watch her too, wondering why we had not thought of sending the messages directly before. You glance back at me and whisper in my essence “You know that can never be done in the beginning. It has to be a dialog so that they can fit in comfortably in the beginning and then we just need to send additional prompts once they are mature. If we were to send isolated prompts right from the start they would just remain puzzled like with the number prompts we send”
“True” I acknowledge. I peer into what she is writing through her mind and am quite pleased at how she is getting used to the meaning albeit without fully figuring it out.
“In Time we will give her additional prompts and codes” you say as you warp into my essence. Let us go back to Source now, we can’t keep a watch over her all the Time.
“She is getting weary though when we orb with her in dreamtime” I say a bit worried. “I wonder whether she will get used to this constant change in Time that we need to submit her to so that her mind and heart open up more” I say out loud looking back at you.
Rita pauses in her writing and looks up with the distinct impression of someone staring at her. She calls out softly : Kayla, is that you? Do you want to see what I have written?
I move further from the looking glass and from you motioning you to remain silent and simply watch her as she gazes right through the looking glass seemingly at us. She smiles and waves and I stare back at you puzzle. “She can’t possibly see us” you say reassuringly but we both know that she somehow feels our presence on the other side.
Rita sits back at her rocking chair and proceeds to put the laptop again on her knees. Fine, she says, if you don’t want to talk to me, I will talk alone and you can answer me if you wish. She puts the words in the order that is flowing through her mind as she listens to the music and then publishes the resulting poem.
Circular dance in energy flow
19 November 2015
Orb essence of tides under lightbeams
Where blue meets the red split the square in sun’s radius
Crescent moon’s diffraction cracks’ halo
Still waters’ doorway to realities alternate
Fuse blue-red core in liquid portal
Parallel pivots a doorway to heartpath core split
Flow body through thin entrance’s seams
Knead essence liquid breath cross of levels five minus
Liquify shadows flames in the glow
Athena’s crescent moon in between worlds low vibrate
Waterfall in black queen’s hood regal
Liquid portal’s tight rope walk in condensed lightning lit
My hologram’s music here in dreams
Backward waters cut out Red on Blue, twin arcs rebus
Heartbeat frequency make rhythmic slow
Matter’s shape collapse in red expansion core dilate
Core in lightning’s backward loop’s fractal
Blue contraction coils gaseous substance emit
Breath essence loop in portals by teams
Axis magnet, Blue meets the red, metamorphosis
Circular dance in energy flow
Then rid the heart path core of low frequencies of hate
Spin through the portals twin parallel
Rotation of core seed through the molecular kit
Rita always wondered how the images just came up to her when she needed them. It was true that she used google to find images that would be suitable but still, how did those magical keywords then take her straight to those images that made her heart beat faster and assured her they were the perfect images that would go with the poem she had written? Rita sighed and stretched back in her chair. She was exhausted again and this Time she had slept off quite early so she did not understand how she had become this tired. She must ask Kayla she thought why so much Time was missing every instance that she felt this tired. She remembered going to the balcony but did not remember how she had got back to her bed and why it was that every bone in her body felt like it had been mishandled.
I perceive her thoughts and look at you questioningly. “Perhaps we ought to tell her more” you say quietly before warping into me again so we may reach her.
Rita almost drops the laptop from her knees, jumping with a start when we materialise next to her. Kayla, Kalen, she says surprised to see us fully materialised in front of her. What brings you here now? I thought you did not want to talk to me, she adds.
“We thought you deserved some answers” you say looking at her with a smile
Oh that definitely, Rita says smiling back
“I know you have been feeling weary lately” I say
Yes, there are also parts of the Time when we get together that just seem to disappear, Rita says. Besides, I really don’t understand why I am so tired even when I sleep early, she adds.
“Well” I say “we take you with us during dreamtime to show you more of the alternate reality we have set up and also how we go about transcending the matter. Of course we don’t have any real dense matter left where we are so we have to place you within a shield when we take you with us or you would lose all the dense matter that is within you and not be able to come back here” I add
What do you mean you take me with you within a shield in dreamtime, Rita says looking at us blankly
“We put you in a preserving cocoon and orb away with you like we orb ourselves from one place to another as you have seen us do” you say. “The only difference is that you do not transform like we do but we carry you along preserved and the resulting compression and expansion as we move through the portals is what leaves you exhausted as you feel the effect even though you are not fully subject to the forces. We only do this rarely though as it requires a lot of energy to transport you with us and we also create ripples in Time when we do so. We’ve had a long talk with Mother about this and she said it was necessary in order for you to expand properly so we thought we could spare the extra energy it cost us. We took some of it from the energy we stored when Martin and you were together anyway” you add jokingly.
Rita is still looking at us blankly and does not seem to get what we are telling her. You mean you are like aliens who abduct human beings and take them to other places and then these human beings come back talking about horrible experiments that they have been subjected to? she questions
“Don’t be silly Rita” I tell her firmly. “Were you ever subjected to any torture from us? Besides remember that we are no aliens. We are you and you are us, we just don’t happen to share the same Time and density of matter” I add
What do I know about what you do to me, Rita says slowly, a sense of doubt and mistrust clouding her face before it clears again. She knows intuitively that they have done nothing of the sort and knows Kayla enough to be certain that she would never torture her. Wait a minute, Rita says. If you are taking me with you, how come nobody around has aged when we come back? I had read and even seen movies where the person comes back to find that everyone they knew has become old or died in the meantime…
“You are being silly again Rita” you cut in. “We have mastered Time and can move in and out of a given moment with the precision of more than a nanosecond. There is no chance that anything would have been altered in the meantime. You are not moving in Time with us with Time actually flowing. We orb through zero Time in space until the point of our journey and orb back in zero time mainly using the portals that take us through Time’s fractals”
Rita starts laughing nervously when you say that. Speaking of fractals I can tell you I feel every bone in my body fractured in a million pieces, she says before adding and I am not sure that you have nothing to do with that.
“Well sometimes the journey is longer and your body suffers the various compressions and expansions as I said before. In fact, you often keep the trace of those shifts within your matter which is why some days you wake up with your body totally swollen and other days your body has got rid of its excess liquid again. As you must have understood by now with all the prompts we sent you, the portals are liquid and we use the fact that a large part of you is already water and only a small part needs preserving in the cocoon” I explain.
Well if you can orb me around and compress and expand me as you please, why don’t you give me a nice slim body to begin with and then do with it as you please during the journeys, Rita says half joking half-serious. In fact for that matter, you can also knock a few years off my face and body and that would not be a pity, she adds with an impish grin.
“Have you not noticed how your face keeps morphing? We even had you take many pictures after the first times that we were experiencing orbing with you back in 2010 and 2011 so that you would be able to track the changes within your organism. This actually serves as a reference for our future trials with others. Every Time we had some setbacks in our trajectory because of your shield that did not allow us to orb straight through the portals you had somewhat aged so we had to remove some of your age and we did not always get it right in the beginning. Besides, we also had to add or remove some of your dense matter – what you call fat tissues – and that was also somewhat approximate in the beginning as we had lost the agility in dealing with the dense matter that we no longer were used to” I tell Rita
“We’ve got it right now” you cut in smilingly “you must have noticed that you tend to always more or less look the same apart from some exceptions where you have been in overdrive and we cannot put you back together properly” you add
This whole thing sounds totally whacky, Rita says pensively. How do I know that I am not just simply as mad as a hatter and that I am dreaming all of this as well as literally imagining the both of you and Mother visiting me and telling me all of this. How can I know with certainty I am not imagining the flow of words that reach me and that it is not mere fantasy that dictates them to me? she adds looking at us with a rebellious glint in her eye.
You laugh and pull her towards us and we embrace her allowing our warmth to perfuse her body and still her beating heart. When she is pacified we slowly release her and she stands straight again looking at us with dreamy eyes.
I don’t understand most of the words or at least let us say that I don’t understand what it really means and I sometimes feel so useless piecing them together with the impression that this will be worth nothing and will never help anyone at all, Rita says her voice slightly shaking
“Don’t you worry” I say “Aside from the other archetypes that are also prompted and recognise the messages, there are also some people who will be able to decode properly what you have as output” I add smiling at her reassuringly.
But I don’t feel like anybody is actually using that input, Rita says. It all seems like an utter and full waste of your efforts and mine. Besides, I can’t keep doing this as not only I feel there is no ultimate real purpose in getting the information out there but I also earn absolutely nothing from doing this. I have to tend to my other responsibilities and ensure that I am getting proper income and this is taking out much of my Time that could be used in a more beneficial way, she adds a bit contrite.
“We have always provided for you and you have never lacked anything as you must have realised” you say looking at her intently. “Did you not realise that we have kept you maintained in this path so that you will evolve and despite your stubbornness in trying to go back to your old way of life we have kept reorienting you. The last time we did it was a bit brutal I admit but we had no choice as you were drifting back to a dark sleep where your awareness was fading away and we could not afford losing you after all the insight we had diffused within you over the years” you add slowly stroking her hair to calm her
I am sorry I am so full of doubt and rebellion but sometimes when I look around me I wonder if there is really anything worth saving in this world, Rita says feebly.
“Did we not show you what is worth saving?” I tell her softly
Yes you did Kayla, she says apologetically. I have to admit that every time I am feeling forlorn and drift away from this world to which I feel no kinship you offer me insights into its beauty and relevance for us all. Every time I walk in the garden and look around me I see your prompts, the birds in the skies flying in certain forms, the glimmer amongst the trees, the shades of flowers and the winding of their bloom, their beautiful fragrance, the glory of the sun as it warms my neck and the wonderful laughter of the children in the neighbourhood as they race past the house, she continues wistfully. I am grateful to you for when you whisper to my attention all these things as they allow me to brace myself and smile through another day, waiting for the Time when the music will flow and my fingers will pen that flow into something that someone, somewhere will understand and decode appropriately that we may all be saved and be able to finally go back home, she adds.
“Stay focused Rita. Do not lose hope. Mother has placed a lot of hope and faith in you. She has given you the wisdom of the owl and the heart of the lark. Use both in full balance and everything will be alright” I say before hugging her. “We have to go now” I tell her.
“Promise that you will keep doing what you are meant to do” you add, hugging her too.
I will, Rita says a bit tearfully. I need to get some energy now as I still feel depleted from the loss of Martin. Will you send me a prompt that will restore my energy?” she adds hopeful
“We are sending you new prompts that not only will restore your energy but will also give visual indications on that which is required to successfully collapse matter and cross the liquid portals” I tell her with a smile.
How will that be useful to anyone but myself, Rita cries out. I don’t understand what it says. I wish I had done Physics and chemistry as I initially felt inclined to instead of IT and economy as I finally chose, she blurts out.
“That is another story and is not really your fault. As we told you before, we have competitors who have come here but have remained enticed by the dense matter’s vanity enhancement and using this world as a means to entertain themselves amassing wealth in the meantime thanks to their knowledge of the portals and of Time’s loops. They often interfere with the ones we choose, trying to spin them out of balance and out of the chosen path. Sometimes they succeed but with those we protect, they are unable to affect fully. I will tell you more about that during another visit” I say. “We need to leave now as there are many things that need to be done and we are still not ubiquitous like Mother so need to actually leave you in order to tend to these other matters but we will be back soon, don’t you worry” you add
Rita watches us leave and as we leave, I throw some flowers on her path, leading her to the prompts that she hungrily latches on to, listening with bliss to the music as she fervently types away our encounter.
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“Oh, durga, divine mother, destroy my doubts, my fears and my longings, so I may be free to follow thee and find my destiny
Oh, Durga, divine mother, set me free of anger, hatred and belonging, so i can follow the path of my heart, in eternal surrender to thee, knowing I am thy child, resting in thy arms, knowing that thy are my mother, taking care of me in all circumstances
Oh, Durga, let me follow in thy footsteps, be brave as a warrior, fear no evil, be unwavering in my love and compassion, surrendering to the eternal ocean of bliss
Oh, Durga, lead me, not into temptation, but to thy heart, which is the nectar of the gods of immortality, teach me to be humble and brave, to become the one that I am
Durga, to your feet I bow down, and put my sorrows, my worries and all my distractions, so I can be really an instrument of thy power and compassion
Durga, mother of all, bestower of wisdom, may I drink from thy breasts, and rest in thy lap, knowing I am safe in all the world, asking for thy protection, nurtured like an infant, resting in her mother’s arms
Oh, durga, to you I set my heart, my courage, my love and my will
Take me as thy intrument, and use me to bring peace and the power of compassion into this world.
Oh, Durga, my heart is your heart. Take it as thine. And I am willingly your servant, lover, partner and pupil. I am yours. Thy bread and wine.”
Taruna – Om Shanti
Aum Shanti Shanti Shanti – Shiuli Subaya, Album Raa Maa
Durga Gayatri Mantra – Shiuli Subaya, Almbum Raa Maa
The Spirit Lovers – Chapter Five: Remembering Time
5-6 November 2015
Imagine if you were to sow in your past clues to your future, in a subtle creative way to ensure that from Twin Futures, only the best would survive while you keep Balancing Worlds, concentrated on Building a New World where you may say Rise and Shine O Hearts that Love; Rise From The Dead Realm. Ghost Wanderer with etheric messages planted within the coils that bring life to a new budding Peace Profound.
Imagine those clues like Thumbelina’s crumbs with only bread, The Bread of Mercy, left to replace the stones and birds eating away at most of them as you walk guided by Heart’s Rotating Light, In Memoriam, Journey of a Soul, In Trails of Feathers until you reach the I Flying Phoenix
Imagine that if words were not enough, visual clues were also given through images and videos so that you would finally work your way towards the Truth knowing that perhaps “All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream” and that we are ultimately, Only Breath (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IZqAnIp5dMQ) in Dreams (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VcRz8sgvpTE )
Those confused words and images kept playing in her mind as she recalled the events of the week before. Upon waking from the dream, she had known with the utmost certainty that this was her life she was talking about and that these dreams were in fact leaps in Time both frontwards and backwards. Something or someone was enabling her to do this as she doubted that she had such a capacity on her own. She quickly looked up a few images of the movie “The Time traveler’s wife” again and realised that this was so familiar but she had never thought of it as applicable to herself. She recalled the spirit as she had coined it who visited her when she was 5 and told her that only Love was the most important thing in this world and without it the world would perish. The incident had been so similar to the movie’s scene where Henry and Clare meet when she is 6 and Rita realised that although she had not seen it before but merely chanced upon a few videos several weeks back, this was uncannily what had happened between her and the spirit. She had been too young to understand then but the recognition of its meaning thanks to the other clues was starting to dawn upon her. A New Dawn, a New World to build as she had penned it in Building a New World, in hope of averting one future and realising the second between the Twin Futures as she had also penned.
Slowly but surely, Rita started realising that everything she had been writing had in fact been a coded message that was being passed on to her through Time so that she would wake up. She recalled the synchronicities such as the persistent 11.11 that she kept seeing everywhere and how it had then transformed to 777 that she kept seeing in cars license plates and on magazines as well as phone numbers. She also thought back to how effortlessly the words had flowed to her and how she herself at times puzzled at their meaning, all the while with the feeling that this was something she needed to understand although the key to that understanding eluded her. As she later discovered, there was never just one key and to avoid misuse or theft of the codes, they always came with a twin code, carried by a person whom she then was told would be called a twinflame. Together, after sending each other coded messages that the forefathers transmitted etherically to them, they would finally decode all the messages and set out for the task they had been given.
She was not sure whether she should call them forefathers really. It was true that they had somehow conceived her but this was merely an act in retrospect of Time and she thought amusedly to herself that it was they really who were her offspring despite them assisting to her birth and facilitating it. What an odd situation where you are the “lost-in-great”-grandmother of your future “forefathers”.
She laughed nervously then sighed and sat back in her armchair, slowly rocking herself as she pondered over the whole matter. She had thought she understood the mission but she realised that she was only beginning to understand the emerging portion of the iceberg and that a lot still remained hidden from her. For some reason Kayla was not giving her all the knowledge, as if she was afraid of what her reaction would be. She merely had told her cryptically those few lines that kept playing again and again in her head.
Suddenly Rita jumped to her feet and ran to her laptop. She logged in feverishly to her account that she had closed just for a while as her elbow was still hurt and started revisiting all the poems that Kayla had strangely emphasized though saying that some others mattered too. The more she looked, the more images and choices of videos suggested themselves to her and she watched them increasingly dismayed at what she saw. The one that sparked her attention the most was the hollywood Trailer of Noah, describing the biblical flood and while she watched it, with the superimposed image of the Phoenix popping out from the tab above, she knew in an instant what it was that had been gnawing at her mind for so long. They were all going to die but it would not be in the waters unlike the biblical myth of Noah; it would be through flames. She realised that somehow, somewhere things were going to go horribly wrong and that humanity as a whole would be wiped out in a sea of flames.
Kayla! She shrieked out and soon enough Kayla was there, her essence appearing smaller than usual with Kalen by her side, seemingly reduced as well.
“What do you wish to know, Rita?” I said nervous as I realised that she had understood at least partly what we had been attempting to hide from her though we had told her most of the remaining Truth about the heartpath and the Essence.
We have all died, is it not so? You like us are also dead and have just come back to try to prevent us all from dying a most horrible death, Rita says so slowly that it seems she is spelling out her words.
“I feel your pain Rita. I am sorry. You are right in a way. We are all dead in some way or the other. You are all completely dead and we are partially dead if you take the physical description of being alive but our soul lives on through the essence” I tell her looking at her face and wondering whether she is getting it.
You mean that you have found a way to save yourselves but have chosen not to save us? Rita almost barks at Kayla.
“It is not that simple, Rita” I tell her understanding her anger and pain as that too was partly what I had felt when getting to know from Mother the Truth. “You see, the people of your time were incapable of being synthetised into an essence of what they were. They were too complex and had a spectrum of emotions and we did not know how to code all of that so we decided to trace back your encoding using two main factors which we felt would then be able to create in turn the whole spectrum of other emotions by applying derivatives to those root factors. Basically we decided to encode using both Love and Fear as the main roots.”
“Unfortunately, we realised that encoding fear as a root code was a very bad mistake and we had to pay for it with our own lives. Thank goodness that up the river of Time this had already been provided for by Mother who then made sure that Fear was removed out of the coding equation and that only Love would be encoded to be transported into the future” you add.
I don’t understand, Rita says her eyes starting to well up with tears. Do you mean that you died in the physical because you transported our fear into your coding of us so that we would survive with you.
“Yes” I say softly.
“With your fear-based coding you manifested the same reality all over again. Our beautiful haven that we had created was turned in no time to a war zone and then you had again torched our beautiful Nova Gaia killing all of us in the process” you add grimly.
Rita is profusely crying now. Her tears all over her clothes and laptop which you slowly ease out of her hands.
“Slow on that” you say. “You know how it is with water and fire. They don’t go to well and you can’t be buying yourself another laptop losing all the information of images and messages you have stored in here.”, you add.
I feel so bad really. I can’t understand how we ruined our own world and then went ahead and ruined your world after you rescued us.
“You had never mastered your fears during your Time. We did not understand what they were as Source had not told us about fear then but when he uncovered your universe within the multiverse and decided to let us rescue it as a game we would compete in, Source had never known we would be able to achieve that but using a means which would ultimately destroy us as well. I guess that Source was too keen on knowing the result of the experiment to think of its dangers” I add slowly. I look at you and think that any one of us could have made the same mistake, mostly both of us compared to the other archetypes as we were always so curious about everything.
You look back at me and smile agreeing implicitly with my reasoning before looking back at Rita and saying “Rita, you have to collect yourself now. There is still a lot to do and a lot for you to understand. The main part now to understand is that your mission is to Love and teach love all around you, whether it is with your twinflame or not. He have given you the decisive code whether he wanted it or not. In whatever way it manifested, it was encoded in his DNA to transmit the code to you at the time that you were ready for it and you would understand the message as it would reach you in a way that allowed for the final click to be in place” you add.
I have already decoded part of it, Rita says before adding: The initial part was to go beyond the illusion and understand that the Truth was something else, that it was vaster than just our individual selves, that it was something at the level of the Universe and something really important to take care of. That is how I reached this final conclusion, she concludes breathless.
“Yes my darling” I say. “You understood that it was about universal love and not about the love between two human beings although that message too was important. You see, we needed not only to encode pure love without the interferences of other emotions that could eventually ruin our world, we also needed all of you to become pure love so that you could then be transported within our world without tainting it”
Rita whispers softly, Become Love my Love.
“Precisely, Rita” I say. “I know you will have a lot of difficulty getting around this as we did ourselves in the beginning when Source taught us how to encode so that we would avoid our own destruction again but we are basically all encoded as archetypes which are compressed into a remnant of physical tool to enable our expansion and compression as we flow through the rivers of Time and Space. That remnant of physical tool is air, which is why we often are defined as Breath by some who see us or feel our presence as we visited them during our attempts to win the competition.”
“Source advised us to use only one archetype in encoding each of us although some of us may have two or more archetypes when they are able to carry the code effectively within their breath” you add.
So you are all just air now, Rita says looking at us blankly.
“So to speak yes” I say with a half-smile. “We are the archetypes that are placed within us and we are able to modulate the frequency of that or those archetypes in order to manifest into the physical what the archetype would look like if it had a physical form. In our case I was initially created as Love, Truth and Creation while Kalen was also Love but additionally Deceit and Destruction. We were created as such by our Mother and Father before Source realised that the best encoding was to keep only Love in order to avoid any problems in the Future. Our Breath or Essence was then reprogrammed to exclude the negative elements such as Deceit and Destruction but with our usual warping into each other and our trails in Time, we somehow have picked up a bit of those archetypes back and sent them back to Source which now recognises that we will remain individually unique and more than just Love. “
“Source had explained though that Destruction was merely creation looked at from a different perspective in Time and when we got to no Time or zero-point within him, we then understood what he meant.” you tell Rita looking at her intently
“You can think of it as when you watch a movie in reverse for example when watching a glass fall to the ground and shatter” I add. “The glass un-shatters, then goes up back into your hand and you look at it with some feeling of contentment as you are happy to have that glass and that contentment, crystallised in time bears the coding of Love which then governs both the shattering and un-shattering of the same glass, explaining both its creation and its destruction as being the same thing, Love, when looked at from different perspectives in Time.”
“A mere matter of viewpoint” you say before adding “Now you need to know Rita that there are also other competitors within this competition to change the Future that Source initiated for our own personal experience and among them some who have actually turned rogue. Instead of continuing the competition to save your world, they have actually chosen to enter it and make it a closed Universe disabling most of the connections to your kind. Somehow, they have been able to stop the destruction mechanism by creating loops of Time just before the disaster that scorched your world. We believe that they are using your moon as a basis to channel your essences which are then sent back to your world within the loop and they are able to harvest your love in a way that enables them to keep the loop never-ending. Instead of continuing the competition to fully save your world, they are just using it as a means of achieving personal power. It is those of the archetypes that are not pure love and that did not want Source to reprogram them into the pure archetype of Love. Mother and Father are still looking at how they have done this and soon enough we shall stop them from doing it. Meanwhile you must continue your progression towards achieving pure and Universal Love so that we may perhaps avoid the disaster altogether and then be able to remove this loop so that you are then able to walk fully into this alternate Future that we are living in. Remember that loving one another and avoiding killing each other is key to that future.”
Rita looks again blankly at us. I feel dizzy she says, I need to get some air and we both laugh at the idea of its eventually cannibalistic reference as we warp into each other and help her to the balcony so that she may get some fresh air. Rita walks slowly towards the edge of the balcony looking at the city which stretches before her and thinking of how she can stop the impending disaster. She now knows that there was a good reason why she came from a mixed marriage with parents not only from different continents but also from different faiths. She also understands how this then ties up with her upbringing that enabled her to concentrate more on tolerance, mercy and compassion for others rather than hatred and selfishness.
I am also Truth, she says with a half-smile as she turns towards Kayla, as I am creation. Thank goodness Source did not have to remove those from us, she adds with a pained look, I don’t know what I would have done without those to bring me comfort.
“Those of you who have been selected by us for encoding have had to lead lives that shape your thoughts and then bring you to the heartpath or the recognition of Universal Love as that is the determining factor in allowing us to reach the right future” I say.
“What you do with that selection is merely up to you really” you add. “We have made a choice to encode you and follow your progress as you work on the heartpath mission and as we made such a choice, we have been inclined to allow you too to make choices on what you do with the gifts we have given you. Those of you who do not wish to accept the responsibility can then just go back to sleep and forget the whole matter. The connection with them is then reduced to dormant and they do not receive messages anymore except if something within the etheric landscape changes to revive that connection, such as a different choice in future” you conclude
For those The Time will never come back I guess, Rita says softly as she continues watching the city below while the skies suddenly split with lightning and thunder growls in the distance before shimmering, gorgeous life-filled drops of rain start pouring from the Sky.
Only Breath
Dreams
Max Richter – Infra 1
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What had they done? – Max Richter – Waltz With Bashir
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