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A Quest Worth Choosing
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A Quest Worth Choosing
Posted on May 22, 2013 by talk2momz
It’s a delicate time after a barrier-breaker and a force for good
has left the earth. What will fill the void? We quietly set up our
antennae and send our perception out… then back we come to
ourselves, trusting. It feels okay… things will be revealed.
I yearn for the feeling of the sacred and the holy. When Stuart Wilde
gave us the image of the Knight and the words, “sacred, sacred, holy,
holy, here now” I sure could dig it. It’s the most beautiful feeling, and I
have been there in moments past. Returning to the memory of the
feeling can bring alignment.
Being in a state of alignment with the sacred energy:
this is prayer. This is all prayer ever is… alignment.
All is quiet while regrouping. Today I’m thinking about the gained
ground, walls taken down, gates opened, old rules broken, minds and
spirits lifted out of darkness. I’m thinking about people who inspire
courage and virtue, who take you beyond what you currently know,
who teach you things you yearn for; people who heal, who defend you
in your newborn state and help you grow. These people pay a price for
what they do.
Looking back at the ones who helped me through barriers, I see their
love for us and their dedication to service. And I know they went
through, and go through: pain. Is our gratitude a balm? If not for them
and their willingness to endure, where would we direct our energy
now?
Yes, we are directing our energy out of the control system as we see
the system’s tools – the conditioning and the programming. It holds
people psychologically, spiritually and physically captive. But do we
know the depth to which captivity can go? There are those who do.
How do you think the light arrived that sparked the black movements
for liberation? First a man, and then several men, changed the
consciousness with a new code. And it spread. “My black skin is
actually beautiful… the original humans on the earth were
black. I don’t have to step off the sidewalk, and bow, and
shuffle at the will of people who demean me. My blackness is
from ancient lineage. Our fathers created many great
civilizations. There is no need to wish for the acceptance of
people who reject me… I Am… accepted by myself.”
If beautiful is what you are, and you have been taken from that place,
align yourself back to it. Separate and align to the true you. Choose it
and the chains on the mind start to fall off.
What happened to that man, and the men who carried the new
information and new light forward? They were jailed and
maligned by the system, and they were attacked from within
their following as well. Both the men and the message were
attacked, some were killed, and the cost of breaking barriers
and doing liberation service was paid. Was there ever a person
who broke through the control system who did not pay for
doing it?
It seems the system believes the man is the force. If they throw mud
on the man or take care of him through jail or death, then they can
incorporate a eunuch version of the message and continue the
enslavement for a while longer.
When the black movement for liberation fell apart – or so it seemed –
the great personalities that people had followed were no longer in the
earth. The followers who carried the light wandered, unable to
coalesce. The system must have been thrilled – no light here anymore.
We’ve got ‘em and we can feed off of them at will.
Well, as always, the system was wrong and nature is nature. We need
to be free. They didn’t see each and every person who carried the
light, so unbeknownst to them, the liberation message became more
focused, evolved, refined and powerful. The weak fell away, the
numbers were smaller, the commitment stronger: different
manifestations… same light. No bigger than life personalities: just
humble leadership on the quiet tip and huge love. The light spreads
sideways. People do figure out how to win.
I wonder why the system doesn’t realize it has lost… they can’t
kill the light. The time simply requires its coming, and it is
already written. We are within an ongoing and ever expanding
transformation. We know how to be tender, and generous, and
respectful as we have been taught. We are the ones who make these
attributes a part of real life… or not. We sort ourselves in or out. We
raise our energy or we don’t, we discipline ourselves or we don’t, we
love the light in each other or we don’t.
How deep is my own desire for the sacred and the holy? I have asked
myself this question. Because a heart that knows the feeling can also
be made to forget it. Absence does not make the heart grow fonder…
in this world it could make the heart grow colder.
Practice meditation is my answer… meditation is prayer to me, and
prayer is alignment. I Am, We Are, and It Is – a sacred feeling. Imagine
an ever-present alignment… now that’s a quest worth choosing. Our
work would take on a new quality, wouldn’t it. Maybe that is what fills
the void… if we make it so.