4/5/2024 1 Comment It's What We DoI used to joke, "Everyone's waiting for Jesus or the aliens to save us." It's not much of a joke, these days. I'm observing efforts to prepare humanity for its integration into the galactic familly. These efforts continue to expand and deepen. These days, anyone with an eye out for them will find it obvious. At least through US media, anyway. I expect other cultures are less in denial about the situation. The situation being the ET's have been around for longer than humanity. We're the new kids to the neighborhood, if you're into the time thing. If it isn't Jesus or aliens, what shared experience will bring humanity to its next plateau of consciousness? And how shall we receive it? If you've never seen an elephant, a thousand people could talk for hours about an elephant and you still won't really believe it as deeply as you do spending one minute in the presence of an elephant. You'll probably forget most of what everyone said, and never forget the first time you were with an elephant. And so it goes. LayersSo maybe something yet unseen will free our minds, but we still wait for someone special to make us see it. It's easy to imagine reality's layers as a kind of "hierarchy of greatness." Big people = Better people. That's a very American thing, but forms of hero-worship have been around from the moment the first person idealized someone. And we want to be like our heroes, so we want to be Big. Important. Consequential. As if these concepts correlate. This highly individualistic perspective lacks appreciation for the genius of ecosystems. The good news is, once you challenge someone to see ecosystems, they quickly adapt to that entirely different appreciation for reality. Moving from one model to the other first feels like moving from Potential Greatness to Inescapable Smallness. You - the individual of any scale - will never be absolutely important. Particularly important? Undeniably. But not absolutely, with a profundity establishing your hierarchical value to all. The biggest shark in the ocean is nigh irrelevant to anyone on land. The most powerful land organism is a speck to those traveling outer space. The most powerful space travelers are like fish in a tank to those traversing dimensions. On and on. It will be challenging for the egos. Ignorance doesn't evolve, it's replaced. New eras and ages are often preceded by calamity such as plague, war, natural catastrophe. Bad ideas fade. New ideas bring new experiences elevating consciousness. Turning over the soil for a new crop. The next, previously unimagined, collective vision. And so it goes. New ErasI remember hearing from a woman who'd survived a Nazi concentration camp. Everyone's feeling like dogs in a kill-shelter waiting for death. A number of the prisoners began to drop all the fear and hate, and just started appreciating the sunrises and sunsets. The wildflowers. A gentle touch of a breeze, the call of a bird, the warmth of a smile. Oh, I'm not foreshadowing - there's enough of that going on. No, the point is that our perspective can be shifted no matter how dire the situation appears. If we're willing. Even when our reality is dying. Prior turns of the soil brought relatively basic, small-scale versions of reality. The changes of a nation conquered, for example, do not compare with the changes in consciousness required to grasp Infinite Mind. Okay, now I'm foreshadowing. This isn't a simple change in language or religious symbolism. We're on the cusp of completely rewriting existence itself. From I-consciousness to We-consciousness. By analogy, we're about to move straight from a human's first marks in clay to artificial intelligence. Overnight. From the catapult to a moon base. The end of all imagined economic systems. All at once. I wonder if revolutions always feel this way. These days, "The ET's are coming!" is hardly the heralding shout humanity needs to prepare and survive. "Open Your Heart and Mind to the universe's diverse ecosystem!" isn't as catchy, I suppose. And it's merely the first tiny step. So in these darkening hours, I'm gonna enjoy the way sunsets bath our garden in beautiful golden light. I'll savor every moment with my partner and friends. I can choose peace, joy, play, and connection. Carry light forward into the new era. This what I do when this is what we do.
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2/2/2024 0 Comments Creator ConsciousnessYears ago I'd been bombarded with many downloads. Enough to keep someone busy for decades. If I'd had more self-awareness, I'd have recognized the time, patience, and the rest needed to integrate it all. Peaceful calm is a great medium for the transfer of knowledge. Excitement, on the other hand, can be a liability. But I'd never known a lasting peaceful calm, and had adapted to the world without it. As a result, instead of taking a decade or two to sit with this challenging knowledge I began to excitedly perform a kind of magic. Without much thought, I projected this energy toward people I valued. You might think of it as prayer. Deep meditations and visualizations in which I intended, "I love this person and intend they could see what I see, and know what I know." This was nearly a scriptural refrain in my life, and one person in particular received that intention (knowingly or unknowingly) many times over a few years. It wasn't that I felt I knew more and better. But what I did see seemed missing from this wise one's perspective. Part of my wish was to not feel so lonely in the reality I observed. Part of my wish was to see this person freed of various rigidities that reinforced a joylessness. And part of my wish was an egoic desire to be validated in someone else's eyes. In every way, however, I was like a 9-year old with his first BB gun. I simply wanted to shoot and hit my target. You'll Shoot Your Third Eye OutIn the famous movie A Christmas Story, young Ralphie asks mall Santa for a BB gun, and Santa warns, "You'll shoot your eye out, kid." It's a heavy, repetitious foreshadowing in the movie, leading to the moment his very first shot ricochets to hit him in the face. I, too, was warned. But I was just as insistent as Ralphie. Maybe I would have gone through with it even knowing what I know now. It was as if the cost of having my intention carried forth was to experience their energy imprinted upon me. I'd entangled myself with someone else, producing a flood of more to deal with. And so, what happened across years was the unexpected and quite painful integration of things another knew, and that I'd been in denial about. You see, I'd never considered how disruptive our differing perspectives were to one another. My compulsion is to simply keep striving for more information, more integration - a better map. And I wanted to share the joy of discovery in a mutually beneficial exchange. Because wouldn't everyone want what I wanted? The Gift of FoolsA favorite quote by James Baldwin comes back to me again and again.
"We cannot possibly expect, and should not desire, that the great bulk of the populace embark on a mental and spiritual voyage for which very few people are equipped, and which even fewer have survived. They have, after all, their indispensable work to do, even as you and I." I understand it. I'm slow to integrate its wisdom, but learning day by day. This polarity - my voraciousness versus Baldwin's take on the majority - suggests an important way to explore humanity right now. People ask "If there are aliens or higher beings, why don't they help us?" People wonder why humanity doesn't grow and change. Maybe right now it's not best for every young boy to have a BB gun. Maybe we should be grateful they don't. It's taken me years of disorienting, crazy-making, painful struggle for my mind to hold what I see alongside some of the wisdom of another psychic human. To pull together very different ways of engaging life and reality, and create a unique harmony. I hope it's been more fruitful, and less painful, for the people upon whom I haphazardly imprinted myself. Even so, I cannot deny part of me still hopes something stuck. Especially the part about surrendering to paradox and contradiction. Why would a being who sees all descend to immerse in ignorance, and become The Fool? 1/11/2024 0 Comments Out ThereSomething different happened in this evening's meditation. If you're into meditation, you might say it was more of the nothing than usual. As soon as I sat down, I was flooded with the thought/feeling/sense of a friend I had in the 12th grade. Dunno why. Only saw him once in the past 35 years, don't know him, it's not a thing. It felt like an intense request, so I pushed lots of love as light pouring through his heart and life. Waves of good energy. I visualized a host of heavenly beings around him helping, asking for him to receive support. It became clear we're connected across lifetimes. Now, something is wrong. He seems to be drowning in a major life crisis. So considerable time and energy was spent showering this person with love. Even now as I type this I do it. The meditation then flowed to a staircase (an unexpected visual) offering to take me upward. Skipping steps in this tale, I found myself pointing at Thoth. Puffy clouds, heavenly light, glowing beings, the whole thing. Let go, more and more. I flashed a visual of my palms turning upward and opening arms, a gesture of surrender. Then resumed melting consciousness into the ether. Mini MeI popped, surprisingly, into a large space. It felt like I was 5 inches tall on a long table, in a room of giants. I saw no particular forms but sensed presences of this scale in the room. Without hearing clear speech, I sensed them discussing Earth and the galaxy. I felt like a newly refurbished pawn offered to the players of an immense game. There's a conversation happening around me in energy form, and only glimpses of fragments of textures trickle through my awareness. So I continue filling my being with light, projecting love, letting go, melting consciousness. "Is he ready?" someone (or some thing) inquires. The vibe's neutral, neither pro nor con. It's even more apparent I was presented by someone...to some group... for some thing. What's protocol in a situation like that? I just kept melting into the ether. I sensed an invitation to be reconfigured. Perhaps this sounds dramatic. I've had this before. With this came an awareness I'd have to shed/release more of the human world. In an instant I perceived layers of Christianity's influence on American consciousness. Not that this concept was new to me. But a portion of the confinement of my own consciousness, and the effort required to melt it into the ether, is due to Christian thought structures embedded throughout the public consciousness here. Absorbed over my lifetime through every interaction, conversation, movie and media. Perhaps absorbed over many lifetimes. It's embedded in morality, humor, social politics, relationships, and general expectations. Christianity's influential even in the "liberated" woo woo community's conceptions of the energetic economy, and how transactions work. Its girders help structure the default frames of how to approach and interpret common, day to day reality. It's mostly unnoticed in general. Highlighted in educated circles, yes, but seemingly unobserved in the fabric of individual "non-christian" minds. Or minimized. As if the Self were somehow distinct from the ocean in which it forms. Like a fish arguing its independence from water. As a meditator you get used to letting it all go. But it's there to let go. And in this moment there's the offering, it seems, to relieve me of this piece. To be freer than when I started. Then it Gets WeirdEnergy started to flow. This I opened to receive enthusiastically. Usual weird stuff happened. Trippy physical sensations, energy surging through me. Etcetera. I opened wider, let go more. I understood, somehow, that I'd be released from the Christian frame while also understanding that I really didn't know what was going on. Then came the imagery. I don't usually get imagery. Sometimes I can go somewhere and tell you everything that happened without seeing a thing. But on this occasion... The setting, bathed in bright golden light, was something akin to the architecture of Asgard (as in the Thor movies). But not. Anyway, it was "way up there." A pair of hands is taking/removing something from atop my head. As they move down into my vision again, they're holding a metal helmet with a Greek cross cut through the front. The mind will flow more easily, now. The confines of American Human will be loosened, facilitating more direct connection with All That Is. In the moment I sense this is one of a series of restructurings I may experience. Layers of confinement to be released one by one. As I write this now, I sense there's observation going on. Monitoring. Let's see what you do with this before we take things further. I wonder if my friend across lifetimes and I were together in Christianity's early days. Perhaps in its proliferation. Maybe in this life my friend, who likely hasn't spent the decades deconstructing reality as I have, is in crisis because it's time to be liberated in ways he hasn't prepared for. Yes, perhaps the initial step upward in my meditation, helping him, was not arbitrary at all. Those who can must support those who can't. Or else the whole falls apart. "Is he ready?" Are we ready? I think I'll be sending energy his way for days. |
AuthorMattSeven is an amalgam of Matt (first name) and Seven (a multidimensional collective). Matt has moved from Skeptic to Psychic to Meditator across decades. His focus, now, is helping Earth through its ongoing birth process, its transition to a higher state of consciousness. And he doesn't expect anyone to read this. It's just for funsies. Archives
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