In Progress: "Risen On Earth": Awakening
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| "I Sleep Only to Dream of You" by Longan Drink |
(The following is part of an on-going series of entries from the raw material that is being transmitted by the Risen Assembly, and discerned by August and Tim, and will be finding its way into their next book, Risen On Earth.) (© Tempestina Teapot Books 2011)
The Risen will only speak of that which they know. This accounts for the vast silences attributed to them.
Awakening is something each one must achieve on one’s own. Someone else may briefly wake you up in a spiritual way, but like the physical experience of waking up, you will most often want to go back to sleep—you won’t want to wake up. One most often must struggle to awaken, and to stay awake.
When one first awakens into the Risen state, there are incredible feelings—of surprise, wonder, awe. The eyes are suddenly truly open. One is totally aware of the miracle of one’s Self. This is the feeling one ought to be experiencing in terrestrial embodiment, but seldom does.
This is the feeling of Awakening: “Oh. My. God. I’m alive. I’m really here. Oh! My! God! I’m alive! I’m really here! Yippee!—and then—thank you.
Make this following exercise as deeply real as possible, in all details. Imagine you are dying, and the doctor says there is no prognosis, no hope. You’ve never believed in anything except the finality of death. You continued to go downhill. At the end, you fall asleep, but really, you die. Gone. Forever. You are no more. No consciousness. No awareness. Nothing. All gone.
But —then you wake up.
Are you able to at least begin to feel the awe, wonder, and surprise—even the disbelief—at being really here?
The Risen feel this all the time. And so can we, while still on the earth.
(© Tempestina Teapot Books 2011)
posted by August Goforth @ 19:52
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Rejoice
Rejoice for me on the day of my departure
For I have been given the opportunity
To shed my physical body
And all that is no longer needed,
To continue to live in consciousness
In a world where others before me
Welcome me,
Guide me,
And teach me of this new found place
With its characteristics, laws and beauty.
Rejoice for me upon this day
For where I travel
Is magnificent in its splendour.
Give thanks for what is
And know that all is well.
August, beautiful post, thank you (and to all the Risen contributors). It puts me very much in mind of Louis's description of his crossing - waking is exactly how he described it. This bit will be in our book when we finally get it finished:
'I remember the moment of crossing well. I felt fear, as my body died. I feared the God I had been taught ruled all. He was a God as much of judgement as of love, and I feared that judgement. I wished to see him, I wished it with all my heart, but I feared I was not truly acceptable.
'The moment of crossing is not easy to describe. Persons who have come close to it may know something of it. I did not see a tunnel, or light reaching to me. I simply woke. That is the best way I can describe it. I was standing in my true home. My father was there to greet me. That was the moment I remember best. It was thirty-three years since I had seen him. I have not the words to say what it was like, to see him again.
'The fear I felt as my earthly life ended was gone. I knew I was in my true home, the home of all. There is no harsh God to judge souls according to creed. God is indescribable, I cannot speak of this. God is no person, no man or woman or being, but is the power of love and life. God is a consciousness, but not a person. I cannot say more than that, I do now know how. But there is no judgement, no rejection. Persons make their own hells, there is no such place in Spirit. We imprison ourselves only, and have always the keys if we wish to use them. When the door is opened, all doors open. It is but a matter of finding them. The search can take forever, the lifetimes of Spirit, but it is the most joyous search in the worlds. I am nearing the end of my search now. I have what I seek in sight. It will mean a new journey when it is won, a journey yet more joyous than the last, because it will be a journey made by two.'
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