The Council Convenes
07: Chapter from the novel "In The Wake Of Chaos"
[This is Chapter 7 of my novel, “In The Wake Of Chaos.” I encourage you to go back and read the previous chapters already posted in order to get the full richness of this magical story.]
“true learning begins once we surrender...”
I’m not sure you could call it sleep. Last night felt more like being in a comatose state. Somewhere between REM sleep and theta. Or was that theta and beta? I’m always forgetting which is which.
What I do know is, I need more quality sleep.
Except, I’m anxious to read what I wrote last night. I know that sounds funny, but it was as if the pen took over and I was just a witness to the entire ordeal. Maybe I was too tired, but honestly, I can’t wait to see if what I wrote makes any sense at all.
And yet, I have a good feeling it will.
Might have to wait on that, however.
Just got a call that I need to come into the office as soon as possible. On the way out, I stopped by the main house to see if by some miracle Clarissa had returned.
No luck, everything was still untouched and quiet as a mouse. I asked Cherie to call if anything changed.
When I arrived at work, Nathan took me aside and said he had something I needed to see. It had to do with Miriam having asked him to follow up on a tip she’d received from Ramon—and how the mystery scrolls we initially found, had later been lost. He’d done some digging into this and discovered there was an interesting, yet odd encrypted digital fingerprint being added to most of my emails.
What?
Nathan went on to tell me the basics of how one could be invisible online and why that is important—most of which sailed right over my head. But what stuck was the fact that someone was attaching fingerprints to my emails?
Who would do something like that?
A better question was why? As Nathan explained more, he said that even the simple act of checking emails first thing in the morning could lead to a troubling situation.
He elaborated by asking, “Have you ever wondered who else can read your emails?” Apparently, this is not a paranoid concern. If you use a web-based email service like Gmail, the threat is real.
Seriously.
Even if you delete an email the moment you read it on your computer, or mobile phone, it doesn’t necessarily erase the content. There’s still a copy of it somewhere, since webmail is cloud-based. This is how we can access much of our information from any device anywhere and at all times. That’s because there has to be at least one redundant copy saved somewhere else.
My mind immediately went back to the scandals of the 2016 election, and the big controversy over what email server Hillary Clinton had used. I always wondered how something that was deleted is still able to be recovered. Too bad for me that I don’t know how to do this when I accidentally delete something important by mistake.
But thankfully, there are others who do…
This is part of what Nathan was trying to explain to me—asymmetrical encryptions, private keys, public keys, mathematical equations, and such. You know, the hacker kind of language my mind simply does not compute.
His bottom line is someone is following me.
And it seems not only in person, but online as well.
Oh joy!
I’m not one who usually pays attention to my social media accounts, especially since joining RZRCK Magazine because someone else takes care of it now—nor am I the one building an audience for our Burlap Sack radio podcast launch. So naturally, I didn’t notice anything peculiar.
Nathan went on to show me, on both my Instagram and Facebook, that all my memes appeared to have some sort of barely discernable dagger icon embedded within them.
Holy hell.
It appears that not only am I’m being stalked online, but they like daggers?
Why would someone do that?
More importantly, who?
Evidently, this person is lurking in the shadows trying to terrorize me in more ways than one. Double holy hell. Considering this new development, I thought it might be best to tell Nathan about something weird that occurred during my recent trip to Israel. Although, until now I had hardly remembered it.
It was another one of the vivid dreams I’d been having lately. But in this case, it wasn’t all that exciting or positive.
No, it was dark and evil instead.
As usual, I dismissed it as a wandering mind getting into mischief while the body was asleep. But now, armed with Nathan’s information, maybe that’s not so true anymore.
Dreams are interesting.
Some say they are windows into our soul. Some say we bi-locate and travel to other dimensions when we sleep. To be honest, I don’t know what to think, but my dreams are certainly getting more vivid and real lately.
Beyond the regular scenarios of trying to get away from something chasing me, or not being able to scream, or my legs not cooperating when I need to run, this recent dream in particular was a great deal scarier. And there was a much darker aspect embedded within it.
Kinda like a digital fingerprint.
What’s really weird is, I also remember a very specific symbol within it. Yep, an unmistakably similar dagger!
I described it to Nathan, as best I could, with specific design details and he confirmed how it seemed to be the same image being embedded in my social media posts. He tilted his head while saying, “How curious is that?”
Holy shit, what’s going on here?
Could my stalker actually have the ability to enter my dreams and mess with my sanity? Could this person be trying to interfere with my life? I know our devices are always listening, but hijacking my dreams too?
This is next level craziness.
Just then, my mom texted me, asking to call as soon as I could. Now that’s strange. She didn’t even know I was back from my trip overseas. It must be pretty important, or she would have simply waited for my return.
Cutting short my meeting with Nathan, I assured him we would talk more about this developing situation. But first I needed to call mom right away, and in our conversation, she told me that James, my special needs brother, was having intense nightmares—which also was highly unusual.
She went on to say that James kept babbling about a knife or something like that, which concerned her—but it wasn’t always easy to understand what he was trying to say.
I asked her to put him on the line.
Once she did, I asked Jamie, my favorite nickname for him, to tell me exactly what he could remember about the dream and in particular, what’s up with the knife.
Again, it was hard to know for sure, but there were way too many similarities for this to just be a coincidence. Now seriously, could anyone think these things were completely random or without meaning?
Nope, I didn’t think so.
Is this newfound stalker trying to get to me through my sweet, always happy, full of love older brother? If so, that’s going way too far. And not only that, could Jamie be at risk and in harm’s way?
Not on my watch.
I made myself a promise to figure this out. In our brief conversation, he confirmed my suspicion that our dreams were strangely similar. Before ending the call, I asked him to put Mom back on the line.
When she took back the phone, I reassured her, “No need to be concerned, but keep an eye on Jamie and let me know if he has another dream or remembers anything else.”
She promised me she would.
Distracted by what my brother was going through, both mom and I forgot to talk about my trip. Guess I’ll let her know I’m back once I can make some sense of everything that was going on. Better not worry her just yet.
Speaking of worrying, what about Clarissa?
No signs of her at the house, and no word from her or any returned phone messages or text replies. I know she’s not the world’s best at navigating cell phones, but it would sure help if she’d just let us know if she was okay or not.
I thought by being here in person, it might help, but I’m at a loss as to what to do next or how to figure out what might have happened to her.
Damn.
So much for my great investigative skills.
I’m really beginning to wonder.
“DTD”
That’s code for “don’t tell Derrick.”
Wouldn’t want to burst his bubble and give him any reason to think I’m not as brilliant as I claim to be. Just joking. I never claimed to be great. I do, however, suspect he holds me in high regard. At least I hope he does.
Was that a slight flutter of butterflies I felt?
After checking in on my regular work correspondence and wrapping up some details on an upcoming piece for the podcast, I returned home to the carriage house to see if I could get in a quick nap—or at least find any clues as to the whereabouts of Clarissa.
Once I got there, it again felt best to check the main house first to see what I could dig up. Had anyone checked the attic? How about the basement? A no stones unturned type of offense was definitely in order.
So, that’s what I planned to do.
Where the heck are you, Clarissa?
After some time snooping around, upstairs, downstairs, and everywhere but the basement, since it was locked, I sat on one of the overstuffed chairs where we enjoyed our tea dates. Getting my journal from my bag, I looked forward to finally reading what I’d written the night before.
But almost immediately, my oh-so-heavy eyelids won the jetlag battle and I fell fast asleep right there in the parlor. Did you ever hear the story about Thomas Edison who’d take regular naps sitting in an armchair and holding a ball in each of his hands? Now, as the story goes, when he drifted off to sleep, the balls would then drop and make a noise that would wake him up.
That’s when the magic happened.
What he cleverly did was train himself to stay in that in-between state of wake vs. sleep, that place where he’d be able to access the best and most creative ideas. Today neuroscientists have shown this to be a true phenomenon. And weirdly, that’s what happened next for me.
My journal slipped from my hands and fell to the floor just as I was dozing off to sleep. The sound woke me, and I too was in that mystical in-between state of awareness. After picking up the journal, I took advantage of this magical moment and began to write down my thoughts.
Call me crazy, but much to my surprise, what transpired next was much like engaging in a one-on-one conversation with none other than Jesus himself.
Holy Moly!!
Can you imagine?
It was equally strange and metaphysical.
Going back to my youthful exuberance as a child, which seemed like the most natural thing to do in this moment, I reverted to a nickname I had for Jesus. And, since I wasn’t one for conventional thinking or norms, I’d always felt the name Jesus to be a bit stuffy and somewhat ambiguous.
It's okay, call me a heretic.
Wouldn’t be the first time.
Won’t be the last.
So I began by using the name Y’shua for this imaginary messenger of mine—who I’d always assumed was the one guiding my thoughts from pen to paper.
Why? Maybe because the idea of having an intimate conversation with the Son of God himself is just a bit too overwhelming for one to accept.
Nevertheless, I began by writing out a long-standing question that had lately been stuck in my mind—and was perhaps triggered by my recent visit to the sacred Holy Lands where most of Y’shua’s story took place so long ago.
Question: “What happened on Saturday? We have a written account of the crucifixion on Friday and the following resurrection on Sunday, but what happened in between?”
Seriously?
Yes, it might be odd, but for as long as I can remember, it’s been a question hanging out in my head for whatever reason. I’d always wanted to know if what happened back then for him, in that in-between day, could also apply to present-day situations to help all of us regular ol’ people.
Kind of out in left field, right?
Who thinks these things other than me?
Maybe Emerson or Thoreau.
Yet, this is a concept that truly intrigues me and for some reason, leads me to imagining the energy of creation and how that actually works. Contemplating this question snaps me into a deeper awareness of what life truly has to offer, and to what matters most in our lives. And for some reason, that’s why I took this opportunity to ask.
Like Einstein, I took advantage of being in that in-between state to explore the mystical, unknown side of life and the mysteries it has to offer. Amazingly, it was mere moments for a response to start flowing through my pen;
“So, you want to know more? You want to dive deeper into this? Yes, of course you do, and always have. You were such a delightful inquisitive young girl. So alive and innocent and full of wonder.
Much like a young child who is discovering something new each and every day. A flower blooming, a bug crawling, so much to stimulate the young and impressionable mind. You love these conversations because it allows you the freedom to explore and to rekindle that awareness you had as a child.
Yes, you are a child of God, and always shall be. Stay in that state of awe and amazement as often as you can and as often as you wish, for there is no reason to discard this childlike attribute. You can have it with you no matter what age your human years claim you to be.
So, what happened on Saturday? The magic and beauty of life, and the magic and miracles of all creation. There is not one moment of creation, there are a multitude of them. Each moment and each millisecond is a new creation, thus we are in a constant state of evolution.
In terms of my physical life here on earth more than two thousand years ago, I had a very public and much talked about transformation that occurred during this three-day period you call Easter. Notice again the significance of three. Where two or more are gathered, there I Am. When two come together, plus me, then there are always at least three.
This means at the most simplified level, our purpose here in the physical world is to have relationships. That can be with another person, or with something in nature, or in any ‘thing’ that is outside of your physical being. This is the core point of being, to have a physical relationship to another thing. Taste, smell, touch, feel, all these senses allow us to experience and savor the exquisiteness of us.
In terms of the crucifixion-resurrection physical experience, it was an opportunity to demonstrate fully what is possible when we as spirits and humans join together in relationship to the ONE in a trinity of love.
These three aspects represent that trinity. The art of truly ‘being’ in terms of that which does the teaching is what I am talking about here. Fully remembering who I am and fully embracing that in unison with my mind, body, and spirit is where the miracle of creation lies.
Mind = consciousness,
Body = physical experience, and
Spirit = the One in which we come from, return to, and are an integral part of; the ALL and that which is everything combined in the magic of creative power to transform and reconstruct and resurrect into the new.
That is, and was, exemplified in what took place in the ‘Saturday’ moments. When you combine these three powerful elements, anything and everything is created. You too can use this creative power and energy to produce all that you seek and wish to experience in this life.
When combined in this energy of love and creation ALL IS POSSIBLE and each of us has the power to be reborn and resurrected in each and every moment.
Use this power in a conscious and loving way, and watch the magic materialize around you. It is easy and effortless—and especially important to you, a pain-free experience to have.”
Wow!!
Holy hallelujah, what was that?
A breathtaking message from my new and ancient best friend, Y’shua. What a magical experience this is proving to be. And yet, after re-reading it over and over again for about a dozen times, it felt genuine and real. As natural as the morning dew on a spring day’s grassy field.
It also triggered a memory.
And one I’d tried to leave behind.
Days after the 2016 Election, I was still in a state of mourning—angry, depressed, and desperately seeking the answers I didn’t have. During that time of frustration, I wrote out my thoughts in this very same journal, then left them alone and unread after I was finished.
Abandoned.
Left for dead.
It wasn’t until this exact moment I’d even given them a second thought. Maybe, just maybe, those weren’t my thoughts alone, much like what has happened these past twenty-four hours or so.
Realizing this, I began flipping back through my journal to find those words to see if there were any similarities. After several minutes of searching pages, I whispered to myself, “Here you are, let’s look to see what I wrote right after that miserable election.” My wandering questions, during the despair of that moment, and an attempt to regain my sanity, began with;
“How grateful I am to spend time in the beauty of nature. My soul always craves these moments of restoration and rejuvenation. Being immersed in the beauty of nature feeds me with life and the timing couldn’t be better.
This past presidential election was traumatic for many of us. What a shock to see so many Americans embrace the abrasive character traits Trump represents so well. How sad to see a brilliant and strong female furiously attacked by both men and women. As I said in the midst of the final hours of election night, ‘I’ve lost faith in humanity.’
What am I to do about that? Intellectually I know I should embrace all of it, as I’m a part of the ALL, and my heart most likely agrees, but I just wish I was experiencing a future with a woman leading at the helm. Is there a chance the Electoral College will put Hillary in the White House since she won the popular vote by more than three million votes?
If not, what is the best course for us to take moving forward? Many are outraged and feel they must take action and fight what is, others say ‘it is what it is’ and to get over it.
But is accepting and turning a blind eye to what’s happening the answer? What if this is the quiet beginnings of another Hitler era of extermination? I’m appalled at the rising ‘white national supremacist’ mentality.
This is why spending time in nature cannot be better timed. I plan to use this opportunity to repair my wounded soul and to once again restore my faith. I will focus my heart on love and appreciation for this beautiful planet and for the fact that we, as a human race, are actually more tolerant and loving and have made positive progress over the centuries.
Are we there yet? Have we reached Nirvana? No, but yes there has been progress. I agree. But that doesn’t prevent me from feeling brokenhearted and helpless in a way for all the injustices that are still evident in this world.
I would very much love some useful insights, and words of wisdom and encouragement, to help me during this self-imposed reflective and restorative time. I’d also love a greater awareness of the bigger picture here.”
Yep, that certainly was a mouthful.
It was as though my soul needed to vent this stream of consciousness in attempt to cleanse my entire being, which weirdly had been tied up in knots and in excoriating pain.
Remembering all of this now brought back some of that tension as if it was just yesterday. How easy it is to be triggered again by the memories of that shocking time. Knowing this, the answers that came next were nothing short of amazing;
“So, my little one, my sweet dove of beauty from within, I am here with you and also rejoicing in this time of quiet reflection and restoration of your souls’ journey. Wait and see as this all unfolds, as I believe you will be quite happy and actually thrilled at what your humanity is at the brink of.
Yes, I know of your concerns and sadness, but from this higher perspective, there is much more to see that is in the works and is at play here. Disappointed? Yes, I can feel your pain, and I can feel many of you who are in pain and disgust, and yet there are others who are feeling elated and hopeful and not just those who have supported Trump.
Try to focus your love on those energies. Not that you are elated with the current outlook of Trump being installed into the White House, but that human feeling of elation, ecstasy, and hope. Whether you can see it now in your physical experience, or not, tap into those feelings within your life and encourage others to do the same, somewhat as your mom did by ‘faking it until she made it’ to return to vibrant health awhile back. If you, and others, can tap into this frequency, rather than fear and despair, the entire planet can, and will, be elevated in that frequency of love.
Practice this as often as humanly possible. Be mindful where you allow your focus to be, and even if, especially if, all your social media news is focusing on the negative. Be disciplined to focus more on love and the positives.
How do you balance turning a ‘blind-eye’ toward a Pollyanna approach to life?
You glance at the inequalities and negative behaviors and stare down (or up as in this case) all of life that contains the love you wish to live and see in your world. You elevate your thoughts. You see the beauty in ALL as it unfolds, and you continue to believe that a positive can be found in everything.
Even the horrible things that you feel and witness in all of mankind. There is beauty in everything, and there is a positive to be found in every situation and circumstance, but, as always, rise above the level of circumstance and embrace them not as your enemies, but as your friends and teachers in order to choose better.
Choose higher frequency thoughts and choose love and above frequencies in everything you do and, in every thought you have. Apathy is not the answer, being an activist is, but not in the way that most will define being an activist. I was an activist, but most often I was an activist of love.
I demonstrated by my actions turning the other cheek and loving mankind. In all circumstances this is best even though in some infrequent instances I used a more forceful nature such as when I turned over the tables in disgust to make my point. On occasion this is necessary in order to shake things up and bring people into conscious awareness instead of remaining in apathy.
This is not dissimilar to what is happening now with America and the world in the wake of your political situation. It is an opportunity to ‘wake up’ and to make conscious choices as to what you will tolerate and promote in your world—and this world may in fact just be your own family unit and personal world.
Each of these pods can build upon each other and form a new nation under God, indivisible, and one nation under God for the liberty of all. Reread your ‘Pledge of Allegiance’ and see how you feel about this now.
If necessary, make the changes and adjustments you desire, and then move forward in strength. Journey with others, both those with whom you share in beliefs, and with those who appear to be opposite in your beliefs.
Look for common ground and build a better union from there. All is not lost; more greatness is at hand and to come. Even in the darkest of hours, beauty can be found. No matter how this plays out, you can and will find the good in it—and in all of humanity, if you look for it.
See the positives, feel them, and focus on them with a loving heart; and make a ‘Pledge’ of Allegiance to the United States of America, indivisible with liberty and justice for all.”
Double WOW…
And holy crap as well!!
I’m so glad I took the time to revisit these words. And, it seems like they have an even greater impact on me today as opposed to when they were written.
Something crazy is happening here.
I’m not entirely sure what is exactly is going on, but these words are very comforting to me. And, there’s so much to unpack within his message. So many pearls…
Let me now try to make sense of it all.
What exactly does “humanity is at the brink of” mean and what about “there is much more to see that is in the works and is at play here?” That’s something I want to wrap my head around as it’s also one of the few threads of hope I still hang onto. And, since without hope, all may be lost, naturally I want to embrace and cling onto this statement for dear life,
“If you, and others, can tap into this frequency, rather than fear and despair, the entire planet can and will be elevated in that frequency of love.”
How sweet is that?
“…elevated in the frequency of love.”
That’s brilliant.
What a nice phrase, and another great drop of divinity.
Kind of like this one, asking us to merely,
“glance at the inequalities and negative behaviors and stare down (or up in this case) all that contains the love you wish to live and see in your world.”
Yes, focus on what you want.
And only give a glance at what you don’t want.
It’s a paying attention kind of thing.
Simple, yet brilliant.
I also especially love this part,
“There is beauty in everything and there is a positive to be found in every situation and circumstance, but as always, rise above the level of circumstance and embrace them not as your enemies, but as your friends and teachers in order to choose better.”
Yes, I’m reminded that teaching moments come in all shapes and sizes. And, that it’s not up to me to judge them as they come. It’s best if I just allow myself to be a vessel of this inspiration and let these thoughts flow freely. And, if don’t, think of the wisdom I might never see? Just take a look at this for example,
“most often I was an activist of love.”
Again, how cool is that? We certainly could use more of this awareness for sure!! Lastly, this part is certainly potent,
“Look for common ground and build a better union from there.”
What sound advice to follow—especially if you want to build something better after the chaos subsides and, in the years and centuries ahead. That is if the planet is fortunate to have more centuries to come.
Sometimes I wonder.
Now, what to do with this canopy of knowledge? You know, it’s one thing to have this to enhance one’s own life experience, but how strangely would others think about it if I let this out in the world?
Do I really care?
That’s certainly up for debate.
But, it might be what puts me in the crazy house if anyone else finds out about this.
No worries.
I don’t need to make a decision today. I simply need to thank my lucky stars and know this is nothing less than a miracle. That’s how it hits me at this moment anyway.
And, since I am more energized now than ever, I decide to see what more my pen might want to reveal and quickly wrote out the next question that came to mind;
“What do I do about Clarissa? I’m worried about her and at a loss as to where to look or what to do next.”
Slowly I closed my eyes, took a couple of deep breaths, and tried to allow my question to float up into the ethers so it could pair up with the answer. As I did, a strange feeling washed over me as I began to witness in my mind certain individuals seated at a long, boardroom-like table. One in particular, seemed to be trying to get my attention;
“My dear Madison, no need to worry about Clarissa. She is safe and sound. In fact, she is closer to you now than you realize, and is very proud of what great progress you’ve made so far.”
I felt a strong sense that this message was coming from Eleanor Roosevelt. Eleanor who? Have I fallen off my rocker? And yet, this powerful female presence I perceived was elegant and almost regal in tone and mannerisms, which rapidly blossomed into admiration for her.
And yet, I didn’t know much about her other than she was married to President Franklin D. Roosevelt—and that being First Lady had not been easy on her.
She was smart, but wasn’t attractive in the traditional view of attractiveness. In fact, Eleanor was ridiculed for her lack of beauty and was one of the most maligned first ladies in human history—certainly in United States history.
Many first ladies have experienced this, but she came in an era where we were just beginning to see women a bit differently. Up until that point, women couldn’t own land, or have their own ideas, or even speak out loud to individuals who might have influence.
There were these cartoons in all the major newspapers making fun of her week after week after week. But in response to that, Eleanor is known to have said,
“All the water in the world can’t drown you unless it gets inside of you.”
Again, I feel immense admiration for this woman’s strength, complete with a sense of compassion. My pen still poised and ready, Eleanor went on to add;
“I had a lot going against me with all the abuse I took from the media because of my looks, but instead of crumbling down, I rose up. Stay strong in your truth and rise up as I did. You are on the path you were destined to walk. Most people never find their path.”
My heart goes out to her for all she endured, and my respect grows for the elegance and grace she possessed in the face of great adversity. The least of which were the marital infidelities of her husband. But of course. Not the first time, or the last time, a President of the United States sought out the company of a mistress while being married to someone else.
What is it about the power that comes with that office? And why does it seem to be so hard for these men to keep their pants on and be faithful to their wives?
John F. Kennedy comes to mind, as well as at least four other presidents since then—but this of course does not include Barack Obama. Oh, how I admire the loving relationship he and Michelle enjoy.
Soulmates for sure.
You can just feel the love and respect shared between these two. A shining example of what can be.
This blossoming dialogue of ours was beginning to remind me of a part in Napoleon Hill’s classic book, Think and Grow Rich, and specifically the chapter about his invisible mastermind council.
Not giving it much thought when I first read it, but lo and behold, perhaps I’m assembling my very own council for the first time?
If this is true, what an incredible powerhouse group of knowledge that’s literally convening for my benefit at this imaginary table set just for me.
Still wondering if it actually was Eleanor or not, another question came to mind, so I wrote it down;
“Why would Clarissa be proud of me? What’s there to be proud of? We only found three of the scrolls, and now they are missing, so I wouldn’t call that making great progress.”
Now, speaking of Napoleon Hill, it seems as if he chose to come into my awareness now and was next to deliver a message through my free-flowing pen;
“Why my dear, it took me twenty years and more to accomplish my mission. It’s taken you mere days to access those scrolls. Don’t be too hard on yourself, since all will be resolved for you shortly. Others are helping, but remember it was you who became the catalyst to set things in motion. Thousands of years have passed since these sacred texts were hidden away. But you are now the one to set them free.”
Well, that’s a perspective I hadn’t thought of myself. As I allowed this pearl of wisdom to sink in, another at the table vied for my attention. Her presence was full of love and compassion as she passed along her message to me;
“Madison, we are all very proud of you. For what you have done and what you will continue to do, of course, but also for who you are in the process. Your inquisitive mind and gentle spirit are pure, and your intentions are highly noble as well.
Clarissa was correct in identifying you as the ‘one’ to set many free. She may not have told you this herself, but in her heart, it is what she knows to be true. She’s been patiently waiting for this moment to arrive. Let her tell you this for herself. I am Mary of Magdala and am pleased you’ve recently visited the sacred caves of my village for yourself.”
Excuse me?
Should I pinch myself now or later?
Or both.
How is it this type of dialogue so quickly becoming as normal to me as apple pie at a Sunday afternoon picnic? I didn’t have a clue. However, what a heartfelt message this was—and somewhat odd at the same time. It was certainly, a pleasant surprise to feel the compassionate presence of Mary Magdalene, so kind and reassuring, but what was meant by saying Clarissa would tell me herself when she is nowhere to be found?
Again, I didn’t have a clue.
In that same breath, my glance was drawn towards the chair Clarissa was so fond of sitting in for our afternoon teas. Much to my astonishment, there she sat looking directly at me with a great big, beautiful smile.
Blinking twice and wondering, “Have I lost my mind?”
“No, no my dear, you certainly have not!” Clarissa began. “I’m so sorry to have worried you and the others, but it simply couldn’t be helped.”
She must have seen all the color from my face drain away in shock as if I’d seen a ghost.
“Let me explain,” she offered. “You remember the note I left for you? The one Cherie gave you that said,
‘will pass an invisible boundary where new, universal, and more liberal laws will begin to establish themselves…?’”
Finding no words or even a voice from which to speak, I weakly nodded in acknowledgment. She went on to say, “Well that’s precisely what I did. I crossed over what most would see as a boundary and became hidden to the naked eye. You see, over the years, I’ve learned how to access these more liberal laws that transcend what most believe is possible for humans.”
What the heck?
Clarissa again saw the deer-in-headlights look in my eyes, prompting her to say, “My dear Madison. Suspend your personal beliefs for a moment as to how this world works and listen closely to what I’m telling you now.”
Again, no words escaped from my mouth, so I nodded to assure her I’d at least try.
“Good,” she said, “Now let me take a few steps back to try and make this easier for you to understand.”
“Here’s a question for you. What if visible ‘boundaries’ were just ideas we’ve made up over the centuries?”
She let that settle for a minute then continued, “We’ve come to a point in our human evolution where we will be required to have faith as we’ve never had before. What we have believed to be true, up until now, will soon come crumbling down.”
“For instance, merely 500 years ago, the world operated under a belief that the world was flat. It didn’t matter if it was true or not. It mattered only that people believed it was true. And since they believed it, they lived much smaller lives because of that. To have a new reality, or a new result, we must install a new belief. The ‘world is flat’ idea was a formidable boundary our eyes believed to be true.”
My sense of reason seemed to be returning, and I felt my investigative mind was finally beginning to understand what she might actually be saying.
Thank God.
I might not be crazy after all.
Clarissa went on to explain this concept further. Either the world is flat, or the world is round.
Which is it?
When people believed the world was flat, it was completely logical—they could see with their own eyes that it was flat. Then, there came those who were bold enough, and brave enough, to begin thinking the world was in fact round. But those, who were stuck in their flat worldview asked, “So what happens if the world is round? By the time you get to the horizon, you will certainly fall off!” Crazy as this sounds today, that was what they believed at the time.
Why this matters, she continued, is that a person who is living “the world is flat” viewpoint, doesn’t realize the truth. What they see with their own eyes makes sense to them and everyone around them seems to agree.
This describes basic herd-mentality.
Fairly similar to the right vs. the left mentalities within political parties. But it happens in business as well. When the company, Enron, went bankrupt, and smart executives lost all their money, many of them were interviewed and asked why they had invested—despite knowing a balanced portfolio is more strategic and safer. They were asked, “Why did you put all of your money in Enron, when investment basics tell us to diversify?”
Their response?
“Everybody was doing it.”
Again, that’s a herd-mentality. And unfortunately, most people on this planet live, and eventually die, not knowing they have the power in them to shift their perceptions in such a way that they can have conditions and yet still transform them in ways ordinary people don’t fully comprehend, or understand what can be. This was now beginning to make perfect sense to me.
Clarissa continued by saying much of what we see in society today fits into an old-world view or a world is flat way of thinking. And it’s now time for us to evolve into what’s possible once we expand our view.
I thought about that for a minute as Clarissa allowed this information to again sink in and register.
My response was, “So, what you’re saying is, if we allow our viewpoints to expand, we’ll then be shown more of what is possible.”
“Yes, exactly,” she replied with a nod of approval.
She then added, “And, it’s not just that. We can take our power back to change and reprogram these limiting beliefs. We can rewrite our lives and create heaven on earth. Why we’re not experiencing heaven on earth right now is not for our lack of wanting this. Instead, it’s the limits of our subconscious mind and lack of receptivity that prevents us from expressing heaven on earth as a real-time human experience.”
Okay, I’m moving back into brain overload now.
Clarissa realized this and suggested we make some tea.
While she went about summoning Cherie, who in turn was shocked to see a living and breathing Clarissa right before her eyes—and acting as though nothing unusual had happened—I took that moment to excuse myself for a visit to the ladies’ room.
In doing so, I splashed cold water on my face, just to make sure I was actually awake. My thought was, “Come on girl, get a hold of yourself!” After patting my face with a hand towel, I was ready to return to the parlor to continue our reunion of sorts.
A few moments later, Cherie returned with a tray of tea and a few scrumptious crumpets for us to enjoy. We sat in silence for a while longer, and I was grateful for the time to absorb all Clarissa had shared so far.
Breaking the silence, I asked Clarissa, “So what you are saying is, if I simply take my power back, and rewrite or replace some of the limiting beliefs I have collected during my life, I can create a life of my own choosing?”
Clarissa smiled warmly, looking directly into my eyes. A simple “yes” was offered before continuing with more. “If we can shut off the subconscious program, then the creative mind will lead us to an experience of heaven on earth. Science recognizes this, for example, when we fall in love, and we stop playing those subconscious programs for a certain period of time.”
She paused to let that sink in a bit further.
“They say, when we are not playing those programs,” she continued in earnest, “we’re creating our wishes and desires, which some call a state of flow.”
After another short minute, she resumed, “And yet, we can’t do this forever, because we go back to thinking, which then defaults to our prior mental programming—and those negative programs show up again.”
“It's like in The Matrix movie, which provides the main character, Neo, the choice between a red pill, representing an uncertain future, and a blue pill that keeps him enslaved. The red pill is like falling in love—and simply the result of not operating from our automatic programing. Truth be told, when we look at our lives, and if we’re struggling, it is our subconscious programing that’s sabotaging us.”
Wow. I’m suddenly interested in revisiting this decades-old Matrix movie trilogy starring Keanu Reeves. I wonder if Derrick has seen it before. This could be a quasi-date—that is if I’m willing to break my own rules and date my “boss.”
What the hell.
I’ve always been a rule-breaking renegade.
Hmmm…
So much to think about.
“I am always with you, whether you can feel it or not. I have never abandoned you, not now or ever in the past. It is only your human and self-protecting tendencies that block my love and divine connection with you. Never doubt my love or my physical presence within you. I am here and will always be with you, side-by-side, each step along your path towards destiny.”
- a message from Y’shua
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