Thursday, February 4, 2016

I'm Going To Tell You A Story

A story that might be as many as a million years in it's unfolding would be impossible to tell. That was my first thought when it came to me that it was time to speak of what I know. But, as it always goes, the stories within me clamor louder with every minute if I refuse to set them free. And so here you are, dear reader. I will give you some pieces of this ancient, ancient story and allow your imagination (or your memory) to tell you the rest.

It was a dull and dreary morning, the air too thick to encourage the simple act of breathing. The smell of yesterday's dust still hung in the air. The people staggered from their cells and headed, with feet as heavy as lead, to the underground caverns where they slaved. Overseers eyed them closely, studying them like bugs that had been sprayed and were stumbling toward death.

Into the dark cavern where light never lived. Walls as dry as talc and air just as thick. But there was treasure there. Or so they had been told. Treasure that brought riches to the rulers of the land.

It was a piece of the Universe that had become a prison. A place that had been seen as a place of riches that would give the rulers power. Power over what, you ask. I cannot say. Only the controllers know their reasoning.

From the tiny, limited view of the solitary man who slaved in the darkness, gathering riches for the overlords, it was not clear that the Universe had suffered from a circumstance that caused a place of freedom to become a prison. He would mine for riches until he could no longer work. He would die. He would be replaced.

Something that was also unknown by the solitary man was that the overlords were not satisfied. They had done a re-con in 'the neighborhood.' Aha! There was a planet in the far regions that had new and different riches. Not only did it hold promise in that way but it was a planet unto itself. A solitary ball of life, floating in the Universe without a care. Nothing to impede an assault upon it's borders.

"So easily imprisoned," whispered one of the overlords to another as they stared at the planet with greed dripping from their eyes.

"The potential is so enticing," was the slimy reply.

The energy of dread raced through the Universe, touching every free thing, causing a sense of alarm whose origin was not known at the time. The memory of those words and the tangible exultation in the souls of the overlords still causes my spine to tingle with alarm. A million years cannot silence the high alert of danger.

The danger in the air caught the attention of many. A quickly organized group of advanced souls, we'll call them 'aliens' for the sake of the story, flew to Earth and methodically worked to set up places of power that would allow the people of Earth to stay connected, energetically, to the Truths of the rest of the Universe. 'Just in case,' was the pessimistic statement they used to assure the humans. Just in case.

Just in case the plan of the overlords was successful.

The plan was diabolical. But it was so complex and beyond the imagination that surely it was impossible. To even have been dreamt of it caused the mind to stumble and fall into a state of incredulity. It was not possible to enslave an entire planet. But just in case......

I remember standing, shoulder to shoulder, in solidarity and satisfaction, with my tall, rail-thin friend. Together we watched the placing of the final stone in the pyramid.

I smiled into his almond-shaped, deep-deep eyes as he turned to smile into mine. "I'm pleased with it," he said.

"As am I," I replied with a smile. I touched his thin arm with tenderness, knowing he was weary and trying to hide it from me. I turned back to the incredible sight of the massive pyramid, reaching toward the skies and the truths that lived there. "Always an energy of Truth." I murmured. "Even if the threat to them fails the efforts of placing these avenues of Truth will always stand as reminders."

I wonder now at my innocence for even as the words left my mouth I sensed a movement in the energy field above the glimmering desert. I turned to Commander Korton in surprise. He had sensed the same thing I had. The matrix had been placed. The prison had fallen over the borders of Earth. The overlords had taken control.

How long would it last? How invasive would it be? What consequences would befall the humans? What lies would they learn to believe? What truths would they forget?

I have not counted the years since that fateful day. There have been many. I stand here now, looking at the empty space where once a 'tower' of the matrix once stood. There is nothingness here now. But there is freedom.

One leg of the matrix is missing and the matrix can no longer stand. How long will it take to crumble with it's missing leg? Not long, I venture to say.

I have left much of the story out, of course. Pieces from then and pieces from now. Every day of my life, as I wander through the mysteries they gave me, reveals a piece of the unseen effort that has played out behind the scenes. The mysteries that have led to this step toward freedom. There are many here on Earth now who know the story. Who may have hidden it in the recesses of their minds. Or been distracted by the density in which they have had to live. Some say it has been a sacrifice to come to a place that has so much pain. I think not. I think it has been an honor.

We have come to free a planet from a prison woven with lies that were meant to make us forget our power and our Truth. We have reached a place of success. It was not known if it could be done. But we did it. It is not known how long it will take to replace the matrix, the lies, with the Truths. But time does not matter. What matters is the success. The first pillar has fallen. It is only a matter of time until the others follow.

From the author: In recent days the total infinity of my soul has been stirring. Like a dragon awakening from a century-long sleep. Memories have surfaced and they demand to be recognized as Truth. Ten thousand years ago feels like only yesterday. The secrets that 'others' have tried so hard to keep are no longer hidden. My reticence to speak of things is falling away. I guess my soul is much more vocal than 'I.' (smile)

I remember arriving on this planet and I remember my resistance. I knew of the matrix, the grid, the mind control, whatever term you care to use. I knew of the lies and I knew of the pain. Through the years I've wondered about my sanity for taking on such a journey. (I know I'm not alone in that thought.) But as these last months have given me revelation after revelation, insight after insight, I find myself in awe at what has, and is, unfolding.

In my humble opinion (and observation), we are here to free a planet from a deliberately placed prison built of energy and diabolical intention. I was only five years old when I remembered who had placed it. They were aware of that and did everything they could to stop me from my work to help achieve freedom. I know others who have walked the same path as I. Every effort has failed and here we are now ... on the steps of success that I never, honestly, thought I'd live to see.

We can celebrate now. Yes. But there is more work to be done. This Earth and its people are going to see changes that are going to stun many. Please know that every single thing that plays out has a Divine Reason. What looks 'bad' is just a necessary step that needs to be taken on this road to eventual freedom. Have no fear. We are on a mission that I can now steadfastly say will be successful. We are the change. And we are making it happen.

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Sunday, January 31, 2016

This Is My Silence

This world has always been filled with far too much noise, in my opinion. Noise of all kinds, both inner and outer. People scream. Thoughts scream. Pain screams. And then there's boom boxes...... But let me get back on track. (smile)

Thoughts interfere with inner silence and, in my experience, inner silence is where we meet God. As time moves on and (seemingly) takes me further away from those moments I spent with God while on 'the other side,' I find myself less and less able to listen to the outer world and more and more craving my inner world. Of course it's obvious why. My time spent with The Presence of God "over there" drives my very existence. And when circumstances cause me to question my existence and reason for being in this place and time, God is the only answer.

I find myself repeating that constantly.

God is my only answer.

My quest, since 'meeting God' in 1974 has been to understand God. I didn't realize what a challenge I was presenting to myself. But I don't regret a minute of it. I have, to a great degree, not made this a topic of conversation throughout the years. For many reasons. But one of the reasons is that I didn't feel qualified to speak. It seemed to me that I should know much more before I put tangibility to my thoughts.

Those of you who follow my work .. my wandering thoughts .. are probably aware of my decision to step back and go into silence for a while. I felt a personal transition edging it's way toward me and knew that it had everything to do with God and nothing at all to do with this little 3-D world. Since every transition brings me closer to God I don't need to tell you that I was very eager to follow wherever I was being led.

Which leads me to this......
As God's energy merged with me this morning a plethora of understandings came to me. Too many to put into a blog but it seemed like a good idea to address a small bit of what transpired.

Humanity functions largely through the process of power and control. One of the .. ahem .. 'downfalls' to that is the 'need' to control one's reality, one's life experience. Whether conscious or unconscious, most people tend to dwell on what they can 'do to' their lives. I use the words 'do to' instead of 'with' for a subtle reason. If you think of the difference and relate that to the issue of power and control, you'll 'get' the nuance. What are we missing out on if we have a strangle-hold on what we allow our life-experience to be?

As the floodgates opened to allow God's energy to flow this morning, the realization that most of Humanity is seeking to control their Earth-experience became crystal clear. The judgments we place upon everything .. literally everything .. creates a box where God does not live. What I mean by that is ... God is unlimited and has no judgment. We are given Divine Allowance to experience whatever we choose. Human society has become the decision-maker about what is and is not possible. What is and is not acceptable. What is and is not 'right' or 'wrong.' 'Miracles' are dismissed and phoo-phooed. (Is that how you spell that?) What happens when something or someone is dismissed and cast off as implausible? Or unacceptable? Normally it goes away, goes into silence.

And so we create a reality where God is limited in how that Divine and Infinite Energy can interact with our lives. WE decide what is possible and what is not. And so WE are the ones who have created the box in which we live. The limitations that form the reality we accept as 'real.'

If I had to sum up the point I'm trying to make, it would be this.......

What if we met God where God resides?

What if we allowed the full essence of God, Creator of All That Is, Infinity, or whatever term/vision fits for you, to take us (Humanity) where it's never gone before. What if we opened up to all that lives within the entirety of existence and allowed our lives to be touched by things we've never allowed ourselves to believe in before? What if we stopped telling ourselves what is and isn't possible and allowed Infinity to take us out of the box we've built?

Since I met God's energy in 1974, I have had miracle upon miracle upon miracle. Every day shows me more. Every day brings me closer to understanding. I want that for ALL people. Their is no boundary, no separation, between you and All That Is. Everything outside of this world, this reality, this Universe ... it's all available to you if you choose to allow it into your life.

What if you met God where God resides?

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Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Time, Healing, Grief, and Curtain Rods

I'll begin by saying that there is no one who knows the full story. It's too much for me to keep track of, much less someone who is standing on the sidelines or simply passing by. Suffice it to say that there are 40-plus years of 24/7 'events' that go beyond the norm. And that's putting it mildly.

That's my lead-in to explain the 'curtain rod' part of the blog title. Another 'other world' occurrence that is normal for me but not so much to others. It is 6:00am, still dark outside. The windows are closed against the chill in the air and the rain being scattered around by the wind. These particular curtains that keep me from seeing the world outside have what I call 'pull rods.' You know those rods that attach to the top of the curtain and hang down so that you can easily draw them? There are two of them to a set of curtains. One for the curtain that draws to the right. One for the left. (But you knew that without me telling you .. smile.)

The air in the room is still. The curtains are still. And I am still. Lost in thought, I stare across the room without seeing. That is until movement catches my eye. One of the curtain rods is swinging wildly. Spinning clockwise. Without a pause it turns to spin counter-clockwise. Now side to side. And back to spinning. The curtain is still. The other rod is still. The air is still. This rod has gone manic. But of course that's not possible.

You would have to be me, I suppose, with (again) 24/7 situations like this for many years, to understand what I did next. I decided to ask it what was going on. Does a curtain rod speak? Probably not. But whatever force was moving it does.

"You need to write the blog you're thinking about." The voice was out loud and crystal clear. It almost had a tangible quality to it, it was that powerful.

I actually had thought about a blog earlier this morning but had decided that it was unnecessary. Apparently 'someone' disagreed with my decision. The very second I opened this blog and typed the title, the rod became utterly still. Maybe it's my wild imagination but, as I type this, I feel as though it's watching me, preparing to go into wild gyrations if I change my mind about writing. Yes. Yes. I know it sounds weird. But then again ... my life is weird.

Do I feel bossed around by a curtain rod? hummm...... Let me think about that.

Well, let's get down to the reason for this blog that I wasn't going to write.

The day began with the thought of how many talented and great souls have left the planet in an amazingly short period of time. In three weeks we have probably lost more people than we have in a 'normal' 6-month period of time. I assume there's a party that we're not invited to? What great talent ... and our world will be lesser for it.

The thought of those left behind came to me, of course, which turned my thoughts to the 'process' of grief. They say that time heals all. I disagree. Time does not heal us when we are touched by grief. We are changed. We are different. We will never be the same. We learn to adapt. We bring our scars into our way of being and we learn to be someone we never thought we would be.

There is a sadness that lingers in the background of every thought. The world marches on but we see it differently. Our hearts respond to every word with a heightened sense of awareness of the energy behind that word. There is a new awareness behind the numbness that the scars bring into our world. What heals us is our adaptation to who we are now and the letting-go of who we were then. Everything happens for a reason and much of the time we will never know what the reason is. There is a certain level of peace that comes with that acceptance.

I feel tremendously blessed to have found my way to a much deeper level of understanding through the path of grief. I spoke of that in an earlier blog. Quite simply ... one cannot know God without knowing the scars of God. I imagine the pain we cause each other is, on many levels, the pain that God has to absorb. Heal. Accept. Whatever word you may wish to put to this.

Now to the bottom line 'message' of why this blog came to my thoughts in the first place. Some may have noticed, as the days, weeks, and now months, have passed, that I grow quieter. I think it became even more evident after a recent encounter with God. The words spoken to me were: "You are in a human body but you are no longer in the human experience."

That may seem like a dichotomy to many but it is completely understandable to me. And feels like a Truth that is so deep it touches the marrow of my bones. My soul's path has always been my primary concern/focus and ignoring what 'the world may think' barely comes into my thought processes. Which means that I am largely misunderstood, often judged, and rarely embraced for the choices I make. That said, I am in a place of making choices that may impact everything.

Following a life-changing .. soul-changing .. day (event) that will forever live in my soul's memory, I made my life all about helping others. I reached out to people around the world and offered my assistance in every way that I could manage. I received blessing after blessing as people allowed me to help them awaken to the truth of who they are, take their power back and claim their lives, find their purpose, and raise their vibration to their highest potential. I am honored, blessed, and tear-filled as I witness the changes in the lives of the people I've connected with.

As huge as the blessings were for me, and as grateful as I am to everyone who allowed me to touch their lives, I've come to realize that it's time to address a deeper level of healing for myself. I have changed in ways that I didn't think possible and have not given myself time to adjust to those changes. Nor time to realize what those changes mean to the rest of my life. I am going forward as a person who is entirely different than I ever thought I would be. And it's time to honor those changes and allow them to show me where my soul needs to go.

I don't know for certain where I'm going or what will happen next but those things don't concern me. I walk in total faith and Absolute Knowing that my moments are led by God. But what does concern me is the possibility that anyone might take my changes personally. My silence is a necessity as I dive deeper into my relationship with God. It does not exclude anyone, though it may appear that way. I believe, with my soul, that the healing of one helps the healing of ALL. What affects one, affects ALL. It is my Intention that, as my energy changes and heals, that ALL who share this planet will be touched by the healing. It is my hope that no one on this planet goes untouched by the touches that God gives to me.

With this, I can say ... web sites may change, social interactions will change, blogs/books/etc. may change. What will NOT change is my soul's love for every other soul and for this incredibly beautiful planet we share. My heart goes out to all who experience difficult times and the Knowing that I can share with you is that God sees every nano-second of your experience. You are not separate and you are not alone.

And the curtain rod is now still. I guess I have said what needed to be said.

With love to ALL from my soul to yours.
Lauren Zimmerman,

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