Thursday, December 24, 2015

Who are The Angels?


For me, the best characters in the brilliant drama of The Nativity have always been the angels—although the camels are a close second. While the human players always seem almost boringly predictable, since I was a child I've been fascinated by the way angels always show up just at the right time, always calm but slightly "off" and weird.

As a child, one of my favorite books was an illustrated religious childrens' book, published for Roman Catholic households. The brief moral stories featured angels as the heroes and devilish-looking angels as the villains, always seeking to tempt children away from God in clever ways—while it was never clarified exactly what would happen if one did stray—so I didn't worry about that.

Although I greatly admired the visual illustrated beauty of the good angels with their multi-colored wings, I was far more attracted to the mischievous tempters, and felt a special kinship with them. In spite of the stunted, dark wings the illustrator had given them, I especially liked that they had much more interesting facial expressions, with none of the perfectly composed, almost self-satisfied smirks of the "good" angels. They weren't "bad" -- they were just more down-to-earth and just wanting to have fun. Ever since then, I seriously questioned if there really is any such thing as an imperfect or bad angel in a universe of absolute good.

Now, many years later, here is what the Risen have shared with me about "angels":
The alleged fall of rebellious angels from Heaven recorded in many ancient texts is actually a fabrication of the ego-mind. We are the angels, and while we might be drifting we haven’t actually fallen. Perhaps we could be called fledglings in the egg, and may still have a long process in our angelic development, but that is why we have immortality. The separation drama of “good” from “not good” angels is a dualism myth built from lies of the ego-mind, which seeks to make Authentic Self feel separated from Source and then keep Authentic Self under its control. This lie was effective in appearing to lower the Divine Human Authentic Self by creating a false hierarchy. It placed humanity at the bottom, and the inconceivable and unreachable angel at the top—beings who are always “closest to God.”  
Typical of the ego-mind’s approach, fear is used to keep humanity in its place. As noted in The Risen Dialogues, a myth is based upon certain realities that were misplaced from the present consciousness of the embodied collective of humanity. The ego-mind fostered this myth by capitalizing on certain psychological attributes of humanity’s mentality, making it believable by assigning to the angels human-like “lower” attributes such as fear and jealousy in order to explain their so-called “fall”—yet angels are supposedly perfect beings. This contradiction of lies appears true due to our aeons-long tendency to follow while not questioning such beliefs, rather than resting in the true knowledge that we are beings who can never stop living. 
Who are these powerful, light-filled beings who so often appear to humanity in the service of Creator Source? These angels are none other than “Beings and Becomings”—people like us—who have been evolving and transmuting for unfathomable eternities, just as we and our loved ones will on our immortal journey.
We are beings who are becoming angels.
When we can allow our self to become truly quiet and rest from a feeling of alignment we will begin to feel our Source, which is omnipresent, changeless, and resides here and right now within each of us. The now of within is the middle of everything. The feeling of now is the connection with the feeling of immortality. It is the feeling of “I Am.” 

The feeling of reaching and reuniting with our immortal residence is also the feeling of coming Home. The vitalized Authentic Self will inevitably recognize the feeling of its truth in its various states, thereby recognizing Itself as an immortal being as It moves inwardly from any felt point, ever onward.

[Excerpted from A Risen Companion to Grief (in press)]

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Rest in the Silence of Nature


"Replace the end-of-life thoughts with silence, and then rest in that silence. Nature is the best remedy for over-indulgence in worry and what-if's. Placing our awareness on plants and animals, sky, stars and weather will evoke the divine silence that is the center of the whirlpool that will lead us into the Great Ocean of Source."

[Excerpted from A Risen Companion to Grief (in press)]

The Mystery of the Ghostly Tie


After getting home late the other night, I began changing my clothes into something more comfortable, taking off the green tie I had worn in honor of Solstice. I put the tie in its place on the rack, and then turned around to continue to unbutton my shirt, only to discover there was now a blue tie wrapped around my neck, as if someone had been standing behind me, taken it off the rack and put it on me, ready for me to tie. This all happened in less than 10 seconds. I haven't been able to figure out if I could have somehow accidentally done this myself. Is Spirit trying to tell me I need to get out more?

Good friend and science-lover, Zoë reminded me of our shared experience of the mysterious Red Hat, some years ago.

From the Archives: The Case of the Red Hat


Those who have a copy of our book, The Risen, may have noticed in the dedication in the front:

To Zoë
~ Who Witnessed the Red Hat ~


Several readers have asked about it. Here is the story behind it, as reported in this blog in October of 2006. Zoë, now a little older and wiser, still remembers it, and has herself experienced her own odd events similar to this since then, and also still has the appropriate response: she laughs.

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The week I spent camping on Lake Champlain in the Adirondack Mountains went by faster than I thought, but I'm glad all the same to get back to the place I call home. (and 2 kittens are especially glad!)

While I never saw "Champ" - the alleged "Loch Ness Monster of Lake Champlain" - I did have a very intriguing experience that was unique in my already very strange life. I have yet to figure it out, but haven't really pursued it yet, just letting it rest a bit. There doesn't seem to be any of the "psychospiritual amnesia" effects that I've cited in The Risen and are usually associated with Risen contact, as the details are crisp and clear in my memory; nor did I have to struggle to retain the information. Of course, it was observed and corroborated by another person, so perhaps that "solidified" it in some way.

I was traveling in a car with 2 friends and their 9 year-old daughter, Zoë -- who's also my fairy god-daughter (long story) when we stopped for gas in one of the many small towns in that part of the state. We noticed that they had firewood for sale, which we needed, so I started to get out of the car to go buy some. My red baseball cap, which had a large "Strand Bookstore" logo on the front, had been lying on the seat next to me, and I reached over and put it on my head as I got out of the car. Immediately I found that for some reason, it wouldn't fit on my head -- it was too small!

My hat was a faded red, and the Strand logo was sewn directly into the hat. Z. was still sitting there, so I asked her if it was her hat. She looked at me and laughed, and said no. I countered with that it wasn't mine, so whose could it be? Did it belong to Mom or Dad? Nope. Did she ever see it before? Nope. Hmmmm. So where was my hat?

I took it off and looked at it, to discover that it wasn't my hat; rather it was a plain hat with no logo on it. True, it was red, but a very bright, new-looking red; it seemed to be made of some kind of bizarre material, not really fabric, and not really plastic, but something in-between; it looked as if it had a very fine "weave" but it was fake, as if a picture of a weave. It had the feel of an object that someone tried to copy without really knowing what the object was or what its function was. I now regret that I never had the presence of mind to take a picture of it; alas I was not one of those wed to their cell-phone!

I carefully explained to Z. what my hat looked like. I put the strange hat down on the seat where I was sitting. While she looked for mine, I got out of the car and showed it to her mother who was walking towards me. All I got was strange laughs when I complained that somehow my hat got switched with this little inferior one; it was just assumed "August was having one of his 'spells' " --they are used to my trances and other nonesuchnesses, and usually don't ask too many questions. "Look at it," I insisted, "it doesn't even fit on my head! I'm not crazy!" Taking it in stride, my friend continued to walk towards me and said that the firewood was inferior, so not to bother, we'd get some elsewhere.

That was fine with me. I turned around and got back in the car and picked up the hat I had left lying on the seat. Only it was my hat, the Strand hat! I looked at it in disbelief. I stopped Z from her searches and said I'd found mine. But where had it been to begin with? And now where was the other one, the smaller, redder, plain one?

It was nowhere to be found.

Immediately Z. and I began tearing the back seat apart and then the far back of the car, looking for the hat. I kept my own jammed firmly on my head. We never found the mystery cap. Not then, and not the next day, nor the next. And my friends continued to insist that they didn't own such a cap to begin with.

Z. and I went over and over this event for the next few days; and then she would go to the car and search for the cap we had both briefly seen before it disappeared. We felt bonded by this mysterious trip to the Twilight Zone, and will probably remember it as one of the main highlights of our camping trip -- even more than our visit to Santa's Workshop!

Thursday, December 17, 2015

The Diakka - Some Posts

It's now December 2015, and just like 2013, the weather is unusually warm and very Autumn-like, rainy and quiet -- but I'm not feeling satisfied and not curmudgeonly, and studying peacefully in bed with cat feet-warmers and lots of good organic coffee. The Risen are nudging me to consider writing a monograph (a la Sherlock Holmes) about the Diakka, which apparently only Andrew Jackson Davis ever mentioned in some detail. There is a lot of information about them on our blog, and I've learned a lot more and can better articulate this information since I began writing about them here and there. The Diakka are increasingly making significant appearances in our world, mingling, teaching, teasing, tricking sometimes, but never malevolent; and yet nobody seems aware of them. This awareness is important because it would enable those of us on Earth to equalize the imbalance of power that the Diakka seek to acquire and thrive on for their own ego-satisfaction - which is harmless, really, but not fair in the game they seek to make us play without telling us that there is a game to begin with.

Fiona & McHenry


[First posted 10/6/13]

Since today is one of those quiet, rainy Autumn days, and I'm feeling cranky and critical -- or curmudgeonly, really --  I'm going to spend as much of it as I can in bed while I continue with my studies of the works of Thomas Troward, along with gallons of coffee and having my feet warmed by the cats.

If anyone feels like doing the same but needs something to read, we suggest looking at some of our posts for detailed info and brief mentions about the Diakka, who were first identified and written about by Andrew Jackson Davis.

The Posts:









Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Self-Exiting - No Judgment, Only Adjustment


"While I rested, someone in Spirit began sharing insight about the issues of self-exiting. I recognized this Risen One as the person who had once been my great-grandfather on Earth. Although we had never met in physical life, I had always had a faint awareness of his quiet, observant presence somewhere in the background. Not a Guide but a Watcher, he had never communicated mentally with me before until now, which was brief but supportive. He then stepped back and allowed himself to be used as a doorway to a much higher kind of collective spirit consciousness, which signified itself as 'a cloud' and who desired to contribute crucial spiritual information on the subject. Here now is Cloud’s communication, who voyaged to my terrestrial dimension to aid me further in my quest to understand self-exiting."
     Greetings, gentle medium. Let us proceed. The elements of earth are but a few motes of dust whirling around in the clouds within clouds within clouds of untold, unnamed, uncounted, unending elements. We the Speaker are such a cloud. In your mind is seen that which makes us all alive and connected, through those symbols that best portray the information. We are slowing down within our cloud to take temporary residence within your cloud, which is your world.
     Taking your life cannot end your life, and this you know well, gentle medium. Because this cannot be done, there is nothing to do about it. Judgment does not await anyone who wishes to move the life force expression from one form to another, regardless of intent, self-judgment, or any such kind of sorrowful self-interest. The movement of such a one can be observed, assisted, eased, and loved. The movement of life from one form of energy to another form of energy is a sacred event at all times, and there is no heresy, no blasphemy, nor even error to be assigned to any such movement. Everybody is appropriate, wherever perceived to be, and whenever perceived.
     Within the great density of the elements which have been in-drawn into the form of your planet’s body and all the forms upon, under, and around it, there is great activity, a frenzy to acquire energy and to move from one form to another. Your movement is your development on the dense plane of materiality. All movement for all living things on the planet in this way is appropriate, always.
     There is not just one process of movement of life through living but a multitude of processes, which beget ever more processes of life. Life is forever redefining itself, reflecting, refracting, recycling, renewing. The process of life returns energy back to its source in a never-ending cycle, ever so slowly, expanding and widening and eventually lifting all who are traveling in every way upon the cycle’s circle into higher and finer modes of expression. This journey would appear as a spiral from within your spiritual dimension. This you all intuitively know, as do all forms that contain the spirit-flame that is of the Original, and therefore is the Original Itself. We are all One-and-the-Same as fulfilled by our infinitely differing forms of expression. We cannot find an end to it all, nor can we end expression.
     Regard the flowers of which you are so fond. When they are allowed to find their proper elements and grow, they thrive with the greatest expression possible, seemingly without end. Yet there is an end, but one that cannot be found or seen or even sensed, as it is simultaneously assimilated into that-which-it-is-becoming, which is the fulfillment of the process given to them, as is given to all life forms. This is the gift of unending life. The flowers may weather the harshest of conditions upon the way and yet manage to pursue the fulfillment of this gift, of which all life consists and emerges from and strives to fulfill. This striving is movement and this movement is life. As nothing exists that does not move there is nothing but life to fulfill. Life, regardless of the degree of self-awareness, is a divine gift, an infinite opportunity for immortal exploration to whatever fulfillment awaits. And fulfillment always awaits each form of life.
     Give the flowers any elements that are inappropriate, that are poisonous to them, and they will not fulfill their flowery process to the utmost expression available to them. Giving yourself poison that will keep you from further fulfilling whatever expression is forming about you will not keep you from living. The flowers will release their essence of spirit, as will you. Their dense bodies will return to the denser elements, as will yours.
“What of the spirit essence animating all forms? During your life as a human your spirit will be received and carried within the shelter of the body. The body protects and nourishes it, while supporting its own ongoing transformation into ever finer and faster vibrating energies. When at last the spirit is released, the higher and finer the energy, the higher and finer places it will be able to sustain awareness in, and it will then be brought to these places. These higher and finer places are new awarenesses that are redefined by increased self-reflection. This is the great principle of those planes, including the earth and beyond the earth, where like vibration attracts like vibration. This ever-evolving principle, a state of awareness of self and of others that arises and is increasingly sustained, is love.
     On earth, the vibration of matter is far too slow to attract anything other than itself, like and unlike together, which is an aspect of the process you experience and label as ‘gravity.’ Spirit vibrates within matter, and so for that part of its journey it is matter, while it grows in its awareness that there is more and greater spirit beyond the body, and thus yearns and reaches for it. Whenever the spirit is released from the body, at any point, it cannot yet exist in self-awareness for long without a body of some sorts, and thus still carries itself in finer, higher vibrating bodies. The spirit will find its appropriate place. There is a place even for the spirit energy of the flowers to move to, from where they can continue their process of ever refining, ever expressing, and ever experiencing.
“Life is experience. Self-releasing your spirit essence is experience. You will learn from all experience. Upon release you will be aware that you may have not moved any further from where you thought to move. You will Rise, and as Risen you will perceive your actions in a different way. Rather than achieving a replacement as longed for, there is instead movement that might be called displacement. And yet you will still have achieved understanding, inasmuch as your present awareness can shed its light upon your whereabouts.
     You may feel that it is appropriate for you to leave at a certain point along any experience. If this seems a necessary experience, explore it in your mind and see where it leads—not with thought, but with feeling. You may find it leads you where you originally had intended, or elsewhere, but you will still be ultimately involved in your life experience. It cannot be otherwise. You may perceive the necessity and the chance to make the decision, or you may not. Either way it does not matter. The longer you remain in formation to gather information upon your planet does not mean that you will necessarily gain the experience that will bring more vibration. Yet it could, depending on how you utilize your experience. It is up to you to use that which has been given to you in the ways you deem appropriate. There are no mistakes, only choices. There are no judgments about your choices, only unconditional acceptance. It cannot be otherwise. The means is provided for you to raise or lower your vibration at any time.
     We see in your mind that fear of the future, of punishment, of judgment, weighs heavily around such decisions. There is fear that you will not be able to be with those whom you love and that they will be unable to reach you. There need not be any fear. If you are in suffering when you arrive after leaving your body, you will be attended to unless you desire otherwise. Healing is always available and the opportunities to learn will continue. Those whom you love and who love you will be available. Those who are higher can move to the lower, but the lower cannot as easily move to the higher. And even when it can, it cannot sustain that movement. Their vibrations may be of a higher nature than yours and so they may have varying qualities of presence, and thus they may seemingly dwell on a different plane. But the nature of love is such that all dwelling places, all positions of vibration are totally, perfectly appropriate. Love allows all who are similar to intermingle in some way. The more present you are to yourself, the more present you will be to others like yourself. If in seeking to obliterate your consciousness because of the pain, this will be achieved because it is important to you and you have made the decision that this is to be so. You will eventually awaken in the arms of those who love you and who understand and accept you. No one will shun you, none will condemn you.
     If any sorrow should arise from such an action, healing is always offered, never denied, and communicative exploration is encouraged. There are unlimited ways to continue self-discovery. No one need be lonely unless they want it so. Many arrive in various states of fear, regardless of the avenue taken. Even the negative states of emotion are able to find expression far beyond what is capable upon the earth. The emotion of regret might be underlying the spirit who has released itself from the body, but often the release itself becomes the emotion of relief, which is positive. Choosing to remain focused on regret will exclude your awareness from the present, where suffering cannot exist. You were not meant to experience anything unless you want to. All experience is valuable, nothing is lost or wasted, and life unfailingly goes on expressing itself. As will you, for you are life itself.
     The less fear with which you arrive, the higher the vibration and so then much more light. You will have greater ability to enjoy the light. It is not necessary to hasten any part of any journey, including the one you now have on earth. Ending it does not hasten it, nor does ending it slow the experience, for time does not exist as you know it outside the temporary awareness of your plane. You have the awareness of time on earth to experience, to ponder, to study, to enjoy a material existence, as well as to gather impressions about pain and suffering. Fill this time with your experience, and experience as much as you want. This time is for your awakening, and it is left to you to decide how much wakefulness you wish to experience.
     However you leave, whenever you leave, you bring exactly who you are, and your accomplished awakened consciousness. There is no comparison against others offered in judgment upon you, no criticism ever offered, although this you may do to yourself, to the degree that you do now, and possibly even more so.
     The flower does not damn nor is it damned. It is welcome as it is, as are you. As the flower has been manifested out of the greatest wisdom to seek to fulfill its experience as completely as it can, so have you been manifested, and so might you seek. At the end of your earthly experience, at the moment of release, there is simply that much more opportunity for joy in the knowledge that you have lived in whatever way you deemed fulfilling. The more you can perceive, the larger will be your universe. There is great joy in the self-awareness of self-expansion from awakening, and there is ever-increasing wisdom and serenity in that joy.
     As for those left behind on the earth, you are never responsible in any way for their state of vibration—only for your own. In your freedom you may know their grief as keenly as if it were your own. You will no longer have the body with which to embrace theirs in comfort, and this may be a mental agony that requires much healing, both for those in spirit bodies and those in earthly bodies. Medium, you are aware that we have influenced much of what you have shared about grief. We re-echo your words here as a gift for your own benefit. Be aware of opportunities to begin the healing while together on the earth. Ask. Always, simply, ask for help, for giving is what the universe builds upon. You will always receive this forgiving, and it will arrive in some form, regardless of your expectations. Most often help has arrived long before you ask for it, and it is gentle and subtle, intent on not interfering and only with assisting. If you do not want it you will not receive it, but you will still be watched and guided, even in the darkest of moments.
     You are always loved, even if you have withdrawn love from yourself. As you would give the flowers the space and elements in which to thrive, strive to see yourself and others as flowers. Know that you are a flower with self-awareness. It is this self-awareness that enables you to live in conscious awareness of grace, which is the gift of self-awareness, as well as the ability to live in a continual expression of natural gratitude.
     When all seems without hope, that is the time to let go even of hope, and accept it as an opportunity to experience feelings of compassion, peace, and love toward self and others. Learn the peace of resting in That-Which-Is-Greater-Than-You and yet which is also Who-You-Are. You are Beings and, simultaneously, Becomings.

"Thus, to self-exit is a choice that will not be punished or judged as wrong; it’s not even perceived as an error. It becomes instantly forgiven and forgotten amongst all the other countless choices we’ve made and will continue to make as an immortal being. Rather than judgment, there is only adjustment. Our bereavement is not a test to measure success or failure. There is nobody keeping track of our progress, which is really just another way to speak of our never-ending journey through a Perfect Universe."
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As updated in the current book-in-progress, originally from Chapter 6: "Grief Evolved & Self-Exiting" ~  The Risen Dialogues