We are in the midst of a reality-change. Fundamentals, the agreed upon components of what the world is made up of, are not just in question, but up in-the-air. We have no way of knowing, how all the pieces will land as they come down again (if they come down again) and how they will rearrange our understanding of the world, each other and ourselves.
Even the stuff we thought we had sorted and knew has been largely upended. The building blocks - our underlying assumptions, the givens of life - are falling away. Of course there will be truths sprinkled throughout, but building narratives is not simply about the exclusion of truth, it’s about shaping narratives first, and then the minds who accept and follow those narratives.
Think of a conceptual frame that was created to hold everything we know within it. The frame was intentionally made very small, and all our stories had to fit into it. This was to contain us, yes. To keep us small and focused largely on survival, to facilitate lower frequencies of competition and that dog-eat-dog world we were programmed to accept as part of the human condition.
That conceptual frame is breaking apart. And the part they really don’t want you to know is that we - as in who we really are - are behind this break-up.
Indeed, we are breaking up with our enslavers.
If THEY didn’t want us to know about the giants that roamed the earth, or how we tapped free energy, knew cures for cancer, and more significantly, how to avoid cancer altogether via our Source-given self-healing ability, then we wouldn’t know. That kind of knowledge was placed outside the frame and those who dared go there and report on it, were deemed lunatics, unworthy of serious attention.
We were taught what respectable and serious people believed and how they acted. They were rewarded for this. We learned the hierarchy of the world and how to build our identities in order to fit in, if not fully succeed. We learned also, how to become an outcast, a joke.
This has been the game. It’s a reality-version game and it’s coming to an end.
I’m finding it hard to focus on the details of endless details of the collapse. The series of crises - however compelling and heart-tugging they are. The tragedies are piling up and will continue to. We literally can’t keep up. '
While every human suffering deserves our compassion, the scale and degree of suffering will exceed our ability. Intentionally of course.
It helps to remember that all of these many crises are symptoms of a global control system losing its grip.
Distracting us with confusion and disasters is a time honored tactic for how our ‘reality’-creators stay in charge.
Because we don’t tend to think of the world and ourselves as energetic, it’s easy to miss the implications. Being pulled into the latest manufactured disaster - pulls down our energetic frequency too. A recurring capture technique.
Frances Leader has a recent post of memes about energy I enjoyed.
But what are we to do? Sitting in a cave meditating is not the means most of us use to engage in the world. We’re here and this insanity is happening. Surely we can’t just ignore it?
It’s a balancing act.
Energy, as the underlying substance of the world is acknowledged but it’s not emphasized. If it were, we’d be living in a different world. We’d practice different medicine, we’d protect ourselves from damaging frequencies, we’d elevate and amplify beneficial frequencies via the earth’s own electromagnetic grid. (All of which has been done in our ancient past and all of which will happen again.)
Our relationship to energy would be front and center. We’d teach our children the human built-in ability to generate - through intention - specific frequencies - that benefit humankind, quicken healing, increase connection to Source. And, so much more.
We can sync coherently with the Earth’s energetic grid, strengthening through this alignment, our own personal field. Joining and amplifying frequencies this way changes the quality of experience humans have on the planet.
Heartmath is dong great work - honing in on essential insights, that have been ignored and suppressed.
We’re in that in-between time; great deceptions falling that existed in a certain bandwidth of frequencies giving way, and the new bands of frequency still forming that will trigger a collective remembering of our true heritage, and their corresponding possibilities.
So while there is much chaos and destruction, let’s not miss the incredible opportunity presented here.
We are bodies, yes, but we are fused with light. And light can be increased or decreased. The light on the planet is increasing as the frequencies increase which translates into new positive possibilities for human experience.
Soon, humanity will look back, astounded by what we lived through, and in celebration of having reclaimed their true, inherently free selves.
What was hidden stayed hidden as a result of a technology that kept denser frequencies in place; our slave-system*. It’s losing its ability to do that - despite best attempts with ongoing fear tactics, wars and whatever else they can throw at us.
It’s too late for them, we’re moving into those higher-bandwidths and they can’t stop it. They can kill off a bunch of us, (our bodies anyway, energy persists) and will attempt to cyborg the rest of us in their last-ditch effort to keep control of the planet.
We may be tempted to stay in their fictionalized world; to behave as if what’s presented us is valid and find ourselves reacting to it. Ongoing tragedies will capture our attention. Capture being the operative word.
Israel and Hamas the latest. Real damages, real deaths, real carnage inflicted on real humans and the heartache and suffering that comes with them will be real too. But the narrative we hear, won’t be real. Many of us know that, but how many of us will refuse to be pulled in? How. many of us will resist the lure of As If world?
By now we know how the playbook goes - this is not about Hamas and the people of Israel, any more than the Ukrainian war is about Russia and Ukraine. Anymore than Lahaina was about a fire or Covid was about a pandemic.
We know. The impulse to track the details and feel the human horror is part of what humans do. Understandable, but please, beware, they are not just trying to capture your attention, they are trying to capture your energy. In other words, they are trying to capture you. We can pray for those in crises, generating compassion and yet still keeping our frequency strong.
We’re now moving beyond the outer layers of what we’ve already seen-through; the deceits and crimes of a supra-national group pursuing hidden agendas. The take over of our governments, corporations, educational institutions, medical systems and all the rest. The cold execution of genocide on a global scale, the willingness to pull the trigger on endless wars and financial crashes, the gaslighting and division-igniting PSYOPS. On and on and on.
We begin to sense them, even see them, these dark magicians who cast reality-spells upon the masses with the seeming ease of swishing a wand.
Fuckers.
Bad enough, yes. Difficult to accept, true. Yet coming to terms with those layers of our manufactured world, was just the warm up.
These outrages - and surely they are at the very least, outrageous - will soon become nearly mundane. Because as we shed these layers, we will inevitably find our way to the deeper layers of our multi-layered, multi-dimensional, world and our multi-dimensional selves. These also, hidden from us.
As I’m revisiting the series, Poirot, I thought I’d use him as example. Among the many stories about the famous Belgium detective, we might come across an angelic looking housewife who ends up being behind a string of hideous murders. While we and our detective may be surprised or even dismayed to discover she’s the the killer, we won’t be shocked because this fits in with the familiar themes of this world and what we we’ve been taught to expect of human behavior; the evil lurking behind even the sweetest of demeanors, the betrayals and dark-conspiracies, the twisted psychology and its rationalizations to justify bad behaviors.
It’s part of the the terrain we know.
But as we and Hercule proceed into now un-chartered territory, (or so long-ago forgotten territory, we’ve lost access) things will be less familiar and also more unsettling. New, larger themes will emerge.
Imagine if you will, Poirot being confronted by evidence that he is not the world’d most famous detective, no. That he is actually a character in the imagination of an author’s mind.
I can hear almost him: “This can not be! Impossible! I am Hercule Poirot!”
In an unexpected twist of fate, this is the mystery Hercule is now expected to solve. That he, in fact, is not who or what he thought he was, but actually the result of a construct, a fiction born of someone else’s creation. The product of a fully manufactured world.
C’est troublant.
Fortunately, despite the cognitive impossibility of it - Hercule is still the detective extraordinaire and so he will not shirk from the task. The tools he relied on to solve crimes - his rational methodology, his understanding of human psychology - these will aid but not suffice. In order to get to the bottom of this crime, to unravel it, he will have to unravel himself as well.
His greatest mystery ever!
But he has a problem, how should he go about it? Everything he knows to solve crimes is also part of that manufactured world and so, unreliable. The the authorities he works with are themselves part of the charade and worse, clueless about it. Where can he turn, and who can he trust?
Alas he will have to throw everything he thought he knew out. And confront the blank sheet of unknowns. Where does one start?
At this juncture, he might consider - momentarily - forgetting the whole thing. It feels, well, a Herculean a task. Maybe best he should act ‘as if’ he didn’t receive this information and simply carry on. If solving the mystery means he destroys himself in the process, why do it? Poirot is quite fond of himself and his place in the world, after all.
But. If it’s true he exists only in the mind of a British author, how is it he has agency? How is it he has a life, even when he’s not solving one of her crimes? Is he a phantom? And what is this world he walks around in, anyway? (In patent leather shoes no less.) Is it also a figment of imagination, or has he somehow come to life in this fantasy world?
Is he on a physical planet spinning in space, part of a solar system, and the larger universe, as he’s been told, or it is a simulation, a computer-generated world of algorithms? Or, something else entirely? Is this a dream he shares with Hastings and Miss Lemon, or are they plugged in to a matrix and instead exist somewhere else and their bodies are mere avatars?
Questions issue endless new questions and it seems, well… impossible.
Then, suddenly - at the edge of his sanity - where the task of discovering his true identity feels too much, too overwhelming, he gets a thought. (Or perhaps the thought gets him.) There must be an essential Poirot beneath or beyond the fictional one. There must be, because it is he himself, who is uncovering the false Poirot, is it not? The false Poirot would surely never undertake such a task! The false Poirot would not kill itself off. Oh, no, the fictional detective a British lady created, would never seek to uncover the truth of this self-undoing crime.
It seems he is bigger than the identity of his creator! Ha! Much bigger. Who knows how how big he is? Maybe he is so big in fact that he himself created the British author in order that she create him! (Poirot likes this thought.)
Anyway, it’s a start. Hercule is now convinced he does in fact exist apart of the fictional character and sees a way forward.
He realizes too - irony of ironies, he is no longer solving a mystery, he is the mystery; at one with it. They have fused. And, because he is the world’s greatest detective (at least in his mind) he knows the answer he seeks is embedded in the question itself. His success is guaranteed.
I think this is about where we are. And like the much grander version of Poirot on the horizon - maybe he’ll even shed the mustache - a much grander version of us is in the works too.
Many new questions incoming as the old world falls away.
We may find, instead of asking, What don’t I know, that I don’t know I don’t know?, What do I know, that I don’t know, I know? A very different question.
We know a lot. In this time of rising frequencies, we’re now also in the Time of Remembering.
What will you remember?
Thanks for reading.
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*Inspired in part by the work of Jacqueline Hobbs of oraclegirl.org
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With every piece, you are peeling back the veils. I can see it. You can see it. Unfortunately, most people cannot see it. I will give you an example.
>Everything he knows to solve crimes is also part of that manufactured world and so, unreliable.
This is why the 'cool kids in the freedom cafe' (as I call them) are failing. They cannot see this. (Some of them are plants, to be sure. We can ignore them).
But the ones still playing by the rules, with the beautiful arguments and p-values who think that they are not in asymmetrical warfare with lawless psychopaths are a real danger to themselves and everyone else. They are gatekeeping progress. As I said above, many are there to do exactly just that. But these middle managers are blind and ushering in a new type of hell.
My solution? I play outside on the swings with a few others and watch the forest for the monsters.
The only thing I know in navigating this terrain is to listen to my body..it knows, informs me and generally I do fairly well with its prompts. (it did take a lifetime to learn how to do this and trust) While the world was busy getting injected, I stood in horror asking, 'how could this be? A world where information/programming has overtaken basic common sense.
Thanks for presenting big arc's of happenings in ways I would never imagine and yet can so appreciate when I hear them. You do it so well!