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It's just a trick

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This shift in consciousness is real and we have been playing at it.  We have come to a moment of choice – Is this 3D all there is or not?  Are we merely bodies living dense lives of struggle or are we eternal lights, bits of the fabric of creation, and particles of love?  What is truth?  It is time to put our money where our mouth is in a very “real” way.

 

This whole thing is just a trick. Act “as if” love is real, abundance surrounds you and that beauty and vitality are synonymous with you.  Understand that you are the product of every belief you hold, each word you say and the actions you take all day long.  This is the grandest of all illusions.

 

Magicians understand the key to a successful trick.  It is to capture the full attention of the audience.  Once you get them looking in a specific direction, you can do anything.  The fear, the money, the physical issues, the drama are all ramping up right now to grab your attention so that you’ll ignore the real truth.  What’s happening is that our negative ego is in its final scene and its doing a fine job distracting all of us.

 

We believe our own illusions.  A good magician is always in conscious control of the focus of the audience.  Every move he or she makes is designed to capture our focus, absorb our field of vision and get us to turn our heads so that we’ll forget anything else that is going on.  With that accomplished, anything goes and it can go on right in front of us, yet we won’t see it.

 

A great magician creates spectacular illusions that completely absorb the audience; they are masters at their craft.

 

We who are here now are the Master Magicians.  It is time for us to expose the illusion for what it is.

 

The center of the Storm

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After years of questing, I pushed-pulled my way down deeper into the rabbit hole. By the time 2012 arrived I was a different human...So many feelings and no time to "mental think" them all through. The highs are very and the lows are so mucky now that I work hard not to go "there."

 

Being a long time sci-fi lover and always believed in life out there...it was unsettling and exciting to see my clear UFO's around my house to see orbs almost daily since 2010. To learn the "Truth" about the Illumaniti and how far and deep we have all been enslaved took my breath away... But the kicker for me the one where I cried heavily for three days: The moon is fake. Yeah that one unpeeled layers like no one's business for me...It left me raw and naked and unraveled so much of my personal beliefs that for about 24 hours I did not know who the fuck I was or who I was becoming and all I could think about is what is everyone else gonna do when they find out about the Moon all the bases there, the Nasa cover up the whole pie?

 

Now when I look up at the moon I do not greet her. I do not do full moon incantations. I do not light my candles for her. I have been betrayed and cheated and led to believe in something that is hollow full of aliens and their bases along with now captured human bases. Look at the moon....to know that what we view is a hologram and what is really going on there and how it got there in the first place...it just makes a woman's knees go weak.

 

Free-Falling...

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We are in free-fall.  I’ve been skydiving, and this is the reason I did it.  Exhilarating, terrifying, and thrilling, it is damn near orgasmic.  It is an incredible moment in time.  I will never forget it.  In the air it lasts for moments; here on earth it’s much longer. 

 

These times we are in have no guidebook.  There is not a twelve step program to release our addictions to third density while we are enmeshed here.  It sounds easy in so much of the information out there … “Let go of the misery of pain and suffering!” “Get the physical vitality you desire without aging!” “Become one with all of life!” “Just love all the time!” “Live in a constant state of bliss!”

 

Wow, I want to go there. Yet, I am here, and I have to get myself there.  There is not a pill to take or a plane to catch (or jump out of).  There is just me, here now, with these very third dimensional bills and tasks and relationships and aches and anxieties.

 

It is time to choose now. Every challenge we find the most difficult will rear up and stand in front of us, blocking our view.  We will not see what is possible with love until we can see through the illusions in the way. They seem to be running and fighting with each other now, to take front row… as if the debt is pushing its way to the front, quickly followed by an angry loved one or a persistent physical issue.  They seem larger than life and our responses to them are telling us where we need to focus.

 

This is all improvised.  No one can tell you how to do this.  You have to love yourself enough to persist.  Love is the only answer.

 

We wanted to be showers of the way.  It is show time. 

 

The Prince

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The Young Prince

Imagine a young prince who has been entrusted to the care of peasants since infancy, in order for him to experience life's hardships. He doesn't know he is heir to the throne, and he goes to work every day in shabby clothes and with hardly any food inside him. Years later, the king, his father, decides his education is complete and sends a whole delegation of representatives to find him and bring him back to the palace. The young prince hasn't a clue what's going on and thinks a mistake has been made. But there's no mistake, and they explain to him he was sent to live with peasants simply in order to learn what hard work, sobriety and modesty are. Now he's arrived at the palace: they ask him what he would like for his meal, and all he wants is a little bread, an onion and some water. He doesn't know the royal chef has prepared a whole feast... And you can imagine the rest of the story.

And if I tell you that, inside, you are all princes and princesses... Yes, because you are all sons and daughters of God, and one day your heavenly Father, who has entrusted you to peasants for the sake of your education – yes, symbolically that's what life on earth is – will solemnly send for you. But only on condition that you have worked properly, of course; otherwise, this apprenticeship with peasants could last for many incarnations.

 

OMRAAM MIKHAEL AIVANHOV

 

The name Omraam

“This name, says Georg Feuerstein, is made up of two famous Sanskrit mantras or words of power, Om et Ram.

Up Sacred Mountain

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There is a place where sacred mountain stands... glorious, majextic.... and everybody goes. To visit with Divine.

From Far and Wide they come... up Sacred Mountain.

 

Soon everyone knew about sacred mountain... the old, the young, the precious, the old and the new. And one of them... a mean, gargantuan ogre.

 

This monster decided, "Aha! I know what I will do!   I will scare everyone away, so they cannot climb up sacred mountain. As he laid out his plans for his mischief.

 

For days, months and years at a time, this dark, hairy monster kept anyone who dared come near from ascending the yet enticing, glowing mountain.

 

"Aaaaahhhhhrrrrruuuuuggggghhhh!"  were his yells that echoed his claim.  No one had visited sacred mountain for such a long tome.

 

ONE DAY a young, bright-eyed fawn quietly, almost mysteriously approaced the mountain.  And there was Ogre.

"Let me by, please, I must get up sacred mountain."    "AAAAArrrrrrruuuuuggggghhhhhh! was the giant's yell.  Not flinching, Fawn paused.   "Mr. Giant", she firmly stated, I have come a long way.  Please let me by so I can go up Sacred Mountain. "

Wow.  Ogre never heard anything like that before. Hmmm.    He decided his scream wasn't strong enough, sooo,  he REALLY screamed now as the mountain almost shook in response. "AAAAAAUUUUUURRRRRRRRUUUUUGGGHHHHHHHHHH!"  was his unyielding threat.

Fawn blinked her precious, beautiful round black eyes as she cocked her head in surprise.  But Fawn didn't quiver. 

"PLEASE, let me by" "I WANT to go up Sacred Mountain" Fawn gently whispered, yet still in firm request. 

Giant Ogre couldn't take it anymore... her beauty... her confidence.... her gentle sigh.... 

Fawn's love melted the giant.   And he became no more.

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