The art of Being

[Jeremy]

To Be is all that I know. All that I have ever known. All that I will ever know. Being is something that is so over looked that I begin to wonder if many have lost their way to their reason for inhabiting this wondrous planetary body. Gaia has allowed such beings to inhabit her wounded body to assist with her healing so that she won't be forced to inflict the pain ans suffering of such wonderful creatures that have come to fruition upon her surface.

To think lightly of such endeavors as simply radiating our love and light towards these souls of sorrow is to look passed the tide as it washes away the work that the foliage that struggles to hold the shore in place. We are the shore as we are the foliage. Protecting, Illuminating, Guiding, these unawakened souls through this increasingly dense illusion so that they may too see that light that has been so brightly shown to us. A light that was once but a flicker as dim as a firefly in the nights sky yet became as illuminated as the brightest sun one could ever imagine through our persistent seeking of the truth.

This truth that we hold so dear to our hearts is something all yearn with our deepest of intentions to spread among the masses to show them the way yet we know such propagation will yield such a disappointing harvest. A harvest that though we intended with our heart of hearts to be the greatest of all yet results in so few, only beckons the call for answers such as why and why not.

The why's, how's, whats, should be's, could be's, and ought to be's are thing we all crave yet that's not what we are here for. We are here to BE. To show those souls of sorrow that there can be and will be if one only shows the will To Be. To Be not only within oneself. Not within ones other self but within all because to be within oneself is to be within another self which results in being with all other selves thus resulting in one with all and all with One

[Peregrinus]

Greetings brother, I would offer thoughts for your consideration.


To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.

William Shakespeare ( Hamlet 3/1)

Truth?

To Be is all that I know. All that I have ever known. All that I will ever know. Being is something that is so over looked that I begin to wonder if many have lost their way to their reason for inhabiting this wondrous planetary body. Gaia has allowed such beings to inhabit her wounded body to assist with her healing so that she won't be forced to inflict the pain ans suffering of such wonderful creatures that have come to fruition upon her surface.

Gaia never "allowed" anything. What has and does transpire is but part of all of the infinite Creation. The consciousness of Gaia is the result of the energies of the conscious forms upon her planes. Each is part of the One. There is no separation.

To think lightly of such endeavors as simply radiating our love and light towards these souls of sorrow is to look passed the tide as it washes away the work that the foliage that struggles to hold the shore in place. We are the shore as we are the foliage. Protecting, Illuminating, Guiding, these unawakened souls through this increasingly dense illusion so that they may too see that light that has been so brightly shown to us. A light that was once but a flicker as dim as a firefly in the nights sky yet became as illuminated as the brightest sun one could ever imagine through our persistent seeking of the truth.

There is but one struggle here brother, that being within the mind. The quieter one becomes, the more they may hear. Silence thought. Where are you now?

This truth that we hold so dear to our hearts is something all yearn with our deepest of intentions to spread among the masses to show them the way yet we know such propagation will yield such a disappointing harvest. A harvest that though we intended with our heart of hearts to be the greatest of all yet results in so few, only beckons the call for answers such as why and why not.

Numbers as a human would understand them are irrelevant outside of this veiled 3rd density. The harvest is a great success. Every harvest within Creation is a great success, for from every microcosmic experience, awareness of Self is increased. All experience serves to work toward answer of The Original Thought.

The why's, how's, whats, should be's, could be's, and ought to be's are thing we all crave yet that's not what we are here for. We are here to BE. To show those souls of sorrow that there can be and will be if one only shows the will To Be. To Be not only within oneself. Not within ones other self but within all because to be within oneself is to be within another self which results in being with all other selves thus resulting in one with all and all with One

May I ask why you would judge the souls of others? Does one wave in the ocean judge other waves as imperfect if they hit the beach at a different time? The ocean is One, each wave a part of the whole. We are each but single drops in the vast ocean of infinity.

Each spirit is exactly where it is "supposed to be". The first distortion guarantees it.

[Charles]

Wonderful Jeremy, I agree. To simply be, and to touch other beings, one at a time as the cosmos presents, is what I want, and what satisfies me.

It happened again today. That One keeps reminding me of more to do.

I live out in the country. I do have neighbors, but most of us own about 2 1/2 acres, and some have 25 or 35 acres, so we are not close neighbors. I've been here about 15 years. I walk the dog and bump into people. And dog and I sometimes walk the dirt road, where people driving cars often stop to talk. So I know everyone, though none very close.

A while ago a neighbor stopped her car to talk. Her husband, in his 50s, was in the hospital with bowel cancer. She was nervous and exhausted, busy working, too tired for food, and no time for sleep. So we talked.

The next time she stopped the car to talk, she told me that he was home, and was miserable and complaining, and less than an easy patient. We talked about the mind / body connection, and about laughter being the best medicine. As before, I offered all that I could offer, but no no no, she is fine.

So, I typed up a list of laugh out loud comedy movies to rent, and I bought them a good book: "You Can't Afford The Luxury Of A Negative Thought." I waited until today (Sat.) because I thought she may be home with him on the weekend. Plan was to do my usual early morning walk, then get into my car and deliver the gift.

I opened the door, Gracie runs dancing outside excited about her walk, and out of the blue it dawned on me that she may not be home, and I should call first.

Called Gracie inside (disappointment obvious), and called my neighbors cell. She was not at home, she was working. When I told her what I had for her, she cried and thanked me. She said that it was very difficult living with her husband, and that she had been praying to God.

She was in the middle of a prayer asking what she should do, and asking for a sign, when her phone rang. She's coming over tomorrow to pick up the book and list.

I know she thanked me, and I feel sure that she's thanking God for the timing of prayer and call. But I also feel it, That One was also giving me a message.

Through-out my life, a slap on the wrist has never been enough, I always seem to need a punch in the belly. So I've been punched around, and feel stronger and wiser for it.

My disembodied Teachers don't talk to me often:
A few times about 40 years ago (when I died in a car "accident"). And again about 11 years ago when they woke me up from a 5 year emotional hermitage and collapse (aka PTSD).
And once about 3 years ago, and once about one year ago.

They want me to do X Y and Z. They want me to become known. And I'm terrified.

They are only suggesting. I should take my time but sooner is better. They are wise and loving and patient, and they make me laugh.

Though I can twist my head to realize that it's all very good, I'm also well aware of the deep sorrow on this planet. And I so very much want to go home.

What I can do is BE. What I can do is help complete strangers who never learn my name. Now, however I am being asked for more. Cannot say that that delights me.

Our Earth is now wise and wonderful enough to celebrate her slow healing, and to still permit all of us to live upon her.

She's still being tortured. She's still absorbing tankfuls of human blood. She's enduring fracking, and the Key Stone pipeline may not be far behind. Monsanto poisons Her earth, and off shore drilling poisons Her water. Her oil and gold and diamonds are still being removed.

And I do believe that this is being allowed.
I think that the Earth, like all the rest of us sentient beings, is perfectly capable of agreeing to soul contracts. My pains have helped me grow, and I think that she is aware of Her growth too. She is also very likely aware that this will all end well, and that her suffering serves a purpose. And I feel sure that She's aware of Her (and our) ET family sending Her Light and Love, and of the healing strength which that gives Her.