My journey through time and space, during this lifetime, has been filled with things beyond what my 'imagination' might be capable of coming up with. That being said, the space of infinity often appears to be the same 'size' as the space taken up by an atom. I allow myself to live without limits. I allow my reality to breathe in and out, expanding to include infinity, or reducing my reality to a single atom. I'm saying this because it may take a slight adjustment in your thinking to follow the path laid out for me today. And I speak of this path because my thoughts could not help but travel to the many healers, the many who have sacrificed, the many who weep alone behind closed doors.
I found myself in a hallway. Or what I thought was a hallway. Darkened, with a floor of dirt the color of mahogany. The switch from one reality to another had been sudden and I stood for a moment, disoriented. I began to feel the residue of dried clay upon my skin. Brushing away what small bits were on me, I felt as though eyes were upon me. Looking up from my scrutiny of my dusty shoulder, I turned to my left. What I had thought was a wall was not. Blinking, I tried to take in the sight. Dozens upon dozens of people, baked into clay, encased in such a way that only their eyes moved. As I looked at each one, most of them turned away, unwilling to meet my eyes. With only eyes to be seen, I wasn't sure if I knew them or not. I felt the air move and sensed that there was a person who was free just a little further down the hallway. I walked toward him, a smile on my face as I recognized him.
"What are we doing here?" I asked. Unnerved by the sight of the encased people, I avoided looking in that direction again.
"This isn't a hallway," he told me. "This is your heart's main artery."
Shocked, I simply stared at him in confusion.
He waved his hand in the direction of the clay wall. "This wall is actually made up of people's indifference. Some .. many .. are those who dismissed you or thought you irrelevant. Your goal was love. The goal of all souls, if the truth be told, is only love, And I can tell you this ... if human indifference was eradicated in the human race, the trauma of heart dis-ease would be radically reduced, if not eliminated entirely." He noticed, of course, my stare of disbelief as I tried to absorb the enormity of what he was suggesting. "It's true," he insisted. "The human heart was meant to carry the frequency of Universal Love into this dimension, into this reality. The fact that there is an inordinate amount of indifference in the human reality causes the innate desire of the heart to change its energy. It is meant to beat only with the knowing and vibration of love. Living with, and having to adjust to, or accept, indifference causes it to take on an unnatural pain and manifest it as a 'disease.'
I could not stop the images of a dozen people I knew who wanted only to love but who had learned the word 'indifference.' A dozen images. Two dozen images. One hundred. And soon there were too many to count.
The experience went on to include a journey to the edge of infinity, with many stops along the way as I learned from Masters in every dimension. My own experiences taught me as I traveled. I wept with other aspects of myself in other worlds. This Earth-experience .. for all of us .. reverberates through all time and space. In communion with God I faced the energy of indifference and allowed my heart to be healed.
I thought of writing more here on this blog. But everything within me tells me to keep it simple. Every person reading this knows the rest of the story, somewhere in their heart. And every person knows the possibility of hope that lives in the wisdom of the hallway, the gateway to the heart. I will just repeat what was said ...... "....if human indifference was eradicated in the human race, the trauma of heart dis-ease would be radically reduced, if not eliminated entirely."
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4 comments:
Beautiful as usual Lauren. Your words are lights amongst the dim views that seemingly (but have no real power) rule. You stand tall without the arrogance of pride, your flag is truth itself, your power is everywhere.Your gentleness is firm which strengthens your power infintely so that no 'force' can penetrate. Fly high winged one............... the sky is yours to enjoy;-)
John, you have a way of touching my heart and soul with your words. I deeply appreciate you, your support of my work, and your caring, as well as your words and acknowledgment. I hope you know that you, and the words you've offered through time, wander through my thoughts quite often. I feel your soul's support .. and am blessed to know you and share this Journey.
Lauren, the touch you feel is but a refection of your own. Thank you for your effort, I lean on it often in the haze of illusion.
The crescendo that builds with anticipation and excitement is so undeniable now.
Maybe in another moment we can sit upon the clouds of forever and enjoy the colors and stories we both have to share.
It's a blessing, John, to be able to offer some words and some light to your Path. My goal, my hope, is to offer tidbits of truth to light the way through the illusions. And, yes, you're so right. The momentum of people awakening and remembering is awesome .. especially after waiting for so many years to witness this. I have no doubt at all that we'll meet up at 'home' and exchange stories around an ethereal campfire. (smile)
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