Although I was aware of the blast destruction late Tuesday night before bed, I held off my conscious projection until 7am Wednesday, although I am always aware of what might have occurred during the night while asleep.
I have been co-operating in various mass retrievals situations for many years, being initially inspired by the detailed accounts related in the books of Bruce Moen, although I’d heard tell of such things elsewhere. I went from simple one-on-one situations to ever more complex challenges.
When one arrives at the calmness, where duties and obligations have settled themselves, and the passing moment with its various gifts and blessings can be quietly enjoyed, one can easily wonder why one gets worked up over anything.
Heal your body, calm your mind, and refresh your spirit by aligning with planet Earth.
The secrets of the Philosophers Stone seem to be revealed in clues and prophecies throughout The Emerald Tablets of Thoth. Dr. Doreal found great knowledge and energy embedded within the tablets.
You might be surprised, but I am just as prone to those middle-of-the-night negative thoughts and projections as anyone I have met or counselled. Extended periods of relative enlightenment and perceived multidimensionality do not preclude that dive into the deeps of vaguely threatening shadows.
Are we genuinely as happy as our perfect online life appears to be? Or are we living in a world of lonely people trying to fill the void with virtual applause?
I regularly see folks on various Facebook threads and groups writing enthusiastically about the joy they feel in various aspects of their spiritual practice. No, I do not feel they are ramping up their giddiness quotient to be noticed or celebrated, but are revealing an almost childlike happiness they have discovered…
In the sky, I began seeing amazing shapes and colors that looked like something out of a piece of art. I felt a sense of love and acceptance, like there a loving presence watching over me. It was like colorful shapes and energy moving and shining above me.
I sit here, sipping a beer in my garden at the back of the cottage, a virtual replica of the one I had on earth, and gaze over the dales rolling off into the distance. I loved Yorkshire, even it’s stormy winter weather, but I never for a moment expected an even more sublime version was waiting for me here.