Concepts in the ripples of time
The turning of the great mama
Today was a cognitive dissonance day. It happens to me when I have too much information about a subject, and I talk associatively- I move from one thing to another and make a mess out of it. I don’t think I would have listened to me if I was on the receiving end of it.
I wanted to make a point and I made a cube instead.
People are trying to define and differentiate between energies as if those energies are outside of themselves. But there is no such thing. The existing thing is that you can only see as far as you arrived at- and that is exactly what you experience.
The only spirit you find in a mental space is the spirit of the metal space. It is limited to that space unless you are able to move in and out of spaces as if they do not exist. How do you do it? You cancel energy.
Think about it. If you cancel energy, you are left with just consciousness, just awareness of existence. Some people call it void; others call it freedom. But you can only do it after you grasp the energies of that space so you can move through as if they do not exist- but they do exist inside your consciousness- you take them with you.
There is a reason I have such a hard time talking these days. I cannot blame myself for making cubes out of points, and if not cubes, I make at least good salads.
The concepts are changing and receiving multiple interpretations.
The words are up for discussion.
The experts are out to get you- manipulate you to accept their view of any space.
What if there are no names? What if every name is attached to that system that you want to break free of? And in wording it, describing it, giving it a story, you give it life?
What story would you make? What words would you use? How would you walk between the drops of contaminated waters to create pristine clarity?
What if in your way of finding your full participation in crazy, you mislead yourself and others? Creating pockets of energies that you will have to clean up after yourself- not even aware that you have done it, but thinking that you helped someone?
Personally, I cancelled everyone and everything, like the song “lala-la la la- lala” covered my ears. I removed everything I learned from books, from people talking, from people thinking, from people teaching, from anything that is not my personal experience. Period. Dot. Dot. Period. Point.
I am a new and old soul. I know the great ones because I have been with them. I know the lesser ones because I have seen them, I know the universe because I go in and out. I minimized the gap between my new love and my old love inside myself, my old universe and my new situation (in this body). Transmuting, lifting, hugging, hanging, caring, not caring, and eating it all up without giving an inch- and yet, giving everything.
I haven’t changed, just extended and shrunk simultaneously.
I have been “losing time” lately. One minute it’s 10am the next minute its 4pm, or exactly 3:33 pm or am, or exactly 9:36, or 6:39, or all those good numbers that make you feel on top of it- never mind there is no top, and there is no It.
So, what was I doing in the lost time? I left my body for a second on automatic, and dropped for a visit in another universe to inspire some tweaks on a new construct- there are many projects going on simultaneously- my main subject matter is anger caused by grief and memory recovery. Coz I am an expert. Ha ha, of course not- but with many others we realize energies together as one, and pitching in.
I wanted to talk about two subjects because I heard about them too much lately. One is Sophia, the other is the Void.
In our universe, we are creators. We are also nothing. We are also everything. We are the meaning-less that installs meaning into shapes.
We are the stupid in its prime essence of stupidity, and we are the wisdom in its prime essence of grasp-ness of itself.
Sophia in English is a cool name. In Hebrew it means The End. The concept is that there is endless light on one side- and End light on the other side- as if The endgame. Yin and yang. Material, and nada. Matter and antimatter.
If you haven’t been Sophia, and you want to talk about it, here is an idea: start with “I don’t know” and continue with, “maybe it is this and maybe it is that”. Just a suggestion.
Same for the void.
I can talk about the storm last might. It was a non-stop lightning and thunder, water, fire, and wind that used to make me shiver. Please don’t hurt me, please. I used to fear storms living in the middle of nowhere by myself. I’ll rephrase it: sometimes, I am scared of storms, and sometimes, last night happens.
I moved my awareness to connect with it, to feel it. And I started listening to it. We had a conversation that felt like an exchange and sharing of the same source. I realized that it acknowledges me, and it gave me its reassurance that it is aware of me. Me. Little me in bed exposed to its ravaging power. I just wanted to kiss it. I felt connected. I felt blessed with its mighty power caring for me.
It started because I listened to someone that talked “channeled” Metatron. I don’t like channeling. My anger management is being tested when I hear the word “channeling” because there is a scent of manipulation attached to it, and I don’t even know how to explain it or if it is true- but it is the way I feel. It is funny because I am trying to make sense of my feelings attached, and I am probably going to talk about it in another chitchat. Anyway, I called it. I called Metatron.
- “Come talk to me please”, said I
- Sh….. on the other side
- “Hmm…”, said I
- “Chippary-chip-yuppiyi-yadal- du”, chippered something inside me
Oh, I got it. It took me a few minutes and I received all the information from Metatron- we had a conversation. He is an important gate and I cherish it, thank you Metatron. I can talk about it, but you can have your own experience with Metatron and have your own impression- it is good as mine.
Excited that I actually talked with it, I started calling different energies. One of them was my grandpa Amos, he died when I was 10. I didn’t know him very well and I was always curious about his life that from the side it looked hard. I felt his peace as I called him, I made a connection that I never made with him before.
Many things have happened lately.
I feel as if she has sighed and turned while dreaming a sweet dream in the arms of her beloved, and everything else including myself shifted with her as she made a ripple in time.
Now, I just don’t know if I made a salad or a point.