Thursday, December 31, 2009

A New Year: Immortality begins Now.

“I salute the light within your eyes where the whole universe dwells.
For when you are at that center within you
and I am that place within me,

We shall be as one.”

– Tashunka Witko (Ogala Sioux Chief Crazy Horse)

"As beings of light we continue on endlessly—our immortal experience. This realization is of immense importance, for we are literally having our immortal experience in this very moment. Immortality doesn’t begin after we transition to Risen, but commenced when we first arose on this world, fired into life with a Divine Spark, to awaken and breathe and move up and out into this world, our earth. When one not only mentally accepts this realization about our immortality but is able to gain awareness of it and then feel the realization of it, life is experienced with much less fear and much more freedom. It is spiritually imperative to understand that besides having the experience, we must be able to observe the experience, to participate as observers, and to especially become aware of it by feeling it."

—from The Risen: Dialogues of Love, Grief, & Survival Beyond Death

"One’s Universe is continuously reflecting one’s existence back to one’s self. This reflection is one’s higher Self of Authenticity, and a direct yet private connection to one’s Universe, and to Creator Source. The more one is consciously, wakefully aware of being this Higher Self, the more simultaneously awakened one is to Self-Existence and to Creator Source—and, ever more increasingly, and deeply—to Creator’s Source awareness of you, this Awakened One. This interchanging, this intermingling of reflections is Love, and is not only the highest meaning of Life, but the only meaning, which erases any possible sentiment of meaninglessness or unworthiness, while ceaselessly validating the inalterable, total esteem with which Creator Source holds before It, each individual reflection of Itself. When an awakened Authentic Self is able to rest in awe at the realization of this Most Intimate Divine Relationship, one’s own seat of immortality has become enthroned."

— from Risen On Earth: Ascent from the Underconscious (in press)

[image of Young Stars Emerge From Orion's Head courtesy of NASA]

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Transition into a New Year

“Very likely it is difficult to believe or realize existence in what is sometimes called ‘the next world’; but then, when we come to think of it, it is difficult to believe in existence in this world too; it is difficult to believe in existence at all. The whole problem of existence is a puzzling one.”
~ Sir Oliver Lodge, author of Raymond, or Life and Death

"Tim and I passionately want to share that there is no such thing as death. There is only Life—infinite varieties, forms, qualities, and expressions of it. What the majority of still-embodied people fear as 'death' is simply a transitional phase from one quality of life to another. Transition literally means 'passage from one form, state, style or place to another.' Any state of consciousness is a state of transition toward another state of consciousness, which means this is a never-ending process of our irrevocable immortality.

Death is not an ending, but a transition of consciousness, just like falling asleep and then waking up. From hereon, then, we will use the concept of transition for the great and wondrous event formerly known as death."

From Chapter Five of The Risen, "Transition, Formerly Known as Death"

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Naughty or Nice?

Joyeux Noël to all.

A little deva recently shared with us its observations of the various readers of The Risen—apparently a slow but steadily growing group, which was wonderful to hear. I was a bit startled to learn that any such observations were going on to begin with, but as has always been the case with this “little project” since its inception 8 years ago, I’m not really surprised. The Risen Collective’s ways have been, and will continue to be, actively mysterious, paradoxical, and brilliant. They appear to be monitoring readers in scientific ways to gather information as data for ongoing studies about the ego-mind as well as about transitions of many kinds. Apparently, connecting with the higher vibrating concepts of the book’s material will connect the reader (or listener) with the higher vibrating entities actively sustaining the work. This makes the work nourishing, vitalizing, refreshing, and even perhaps a little weird and scary—all components of change, and evolution towards transmutation—or becoming more like The Risen while still embodied on this terrestrial plane. And indeed, the next book, which the Collective has begun to transmit for Tim’s and my reception and discernment, appears to be orchestrated towards just this goal of terrestrial transmutation—hence the thus-far presented title, “Risen On Earth.” Coming to a planet near you, or maybe even under you.

So anyway, this little shining celestial shared that some readers are able to intuitively trust and follow the book’s suggestion to not read it in leap-frog fashion—skimming here, skipping there, “looking for the good stuff,” but to start at the beginning, and carefully, slowly, deliberately journey through until the end. Their struggles are sometimes difficult, their understanding sporadic, their emotions a little new and odd. Yet novelty and learning are taking place, allowing for expansion, wonder, and ever-increasing curiosity about oneself as an awakening Self of Authenticity.

And others, apparently, are leap-frogging the material, and while also experiencing some of the same things, are as yet unaware that their own ego-mind is leading them by the nose, muddying the waters with its own defensive, clever questioning and witty retorts—the kind of inner chatter designed to continue to lull the Authentic Self into sleepiness and from ever truly having the chance to begin to grasp something of higher vibration.

This kind of sounds like Santa watching to see who’s naughty or nice. I don't know about anyone else, but Tim and I believe in Santa.

To avoid your usual few lumps of coal in the stocking this year, the Risen offer this suggestion. Ask for help. If you’re feeling frustrated, exasperated, befuddled—or what I used to feel, which was like I had battings of cotton wool wrapped around my brain—quiet the chattering ego-mind and go within and ask for help. If you don’t know how to quiet the ego-mind, make that your first request of assistance. Say: “May those who are interested in my welfare, and that of the Universe, assist me now.” Then watch, listen, and wait. (Maybe read the material in the Appendix on “waiting.”) The material in this book is exquisitely designed to aid and assist; it’s an organic process of the spiritual kind, affecting the spiritual body, so the effects are, at first, faint, subtle, shy. Be gentle with yourself as you strive to consciously go with the flow of the book—and to go with the flow, start at the beginning of the river, where the spring is emerging out of the ground of being, flowing forward into ever-increasing awareness. This takes time, which is a great luxury we have while on the Earth, so our wish for everyone is that they begin at the beginning, take the time, and use it well.

May your soul rest in peace, and everlasting light shine upon you.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Zerdin recognition

Rosalind Pearman of the UK Zerdin Phenomenal Organisation, which is globally recognized for its many years of supportive work in the area of promoting safe and healthy physical mediumship and manifestation, writes us that they recently acquired a copy of The Risen, and that “it will be read with much enthusiasm” — one of their members will write up a book review to publish in their bi-monthly subscription based magazine, The Zerdin Phenomenal. Thank you, Rosalind & Dennis!

[The image above, “Universal Healing Symbol” is a painting by our dear Healer-Artist friend, Maruata Atahu - a pure channel and an energy imprinter. Her paintings are physical manifestations of higher energies, including Ascended Masters, and are portals to these higher energies. Her work is available as posters and cards to help bring one into contact with higher vibratory geographies. Contemplating the Universal Healing Symbol has a calming effect, and can be kept on your computer desktop for viewing at any time, or placed on a chakra for blocked energy flow.]

Radio Show Update

Don't forget to tune in to an historical, but hopefully not hysterical, event where the authors of The Risen will be interviewed for the very first time on the radio show, Signs of Life, courtesy of The Forever Family Foundation.

Scheduled for Thursday evening, January 14, 2010, 8–9 pm EST, (5 pm Pacific), it’s not up at their website yet (it soon will be, they’re just having a slow day,) but it is also mentioned at Contact Talk Radio which hosts “Signs of Life Radio”. The word out is that listeners generally are most interested in the question, "what is existence in the afterlife like?". Seems like a simple enough question. The simplest answer is, "what's your life like now?"

Thanks to the Zammits

Thanks to Wendy and Victor Zammit for their endorsement of The Risen book in their weekly news report at their internationally-known and faboo website. Victor is the author of the peerless and inescapably intelligent book, A Lawyer Presents a Case for the Afterlife. Wendy reports she is well-immersed in their copy and now at the chapter about Krishnamurti.

Sign up for your free subscription to the report. To download a free pdf copy of the 4th edition in English, Spanish, Italian, Portuguese, Dutch, German, or French , join their e-list.

Lightening Up

Has this ever happened to you?

I have only one pair of scissors in the house – long story, but perhaps this little tale helps splain it.

Because there’s only one pair, I’m very conscientious about where it’s kept – on a hook in the kitchen. A few days ago I had just finished wrapping gifts, and put the scissors back in their proper place. Yesterday I came home with a few more to wrap. As usual, the rugs in the place were all surfed away by a recent kitty stampede, including the small Persian rug outside the bathroom. I put it back, and dust-busted the few scatterings of litter that always evidences a recent feline rampage, and turned to the task at hand.

The scissors weren’t there. Not on their hook, not on the table, or the counter, or the desk. Nowhere to be found.

Not amused. I had deadlines. The post awaited. I would not be deterred. So I stood in the kitchen and somewhat calmly and very firmly demanded to the air, “Ok, Tim. I need the scissors back now. Pronto. Immediately. No fooling. Goddammit.” I then strode to the bedroom, and stepped on the scissors lying on the rug in front of the bathroom. They were lying there fully open, as if laughing at my poor and feeble terrestrial seriousness and lack of a sense of humor.

Thanks, Tim. And ha, ha.