You Are Not Ascending

Ok, now that I have your attention with that title .. Breathe.  (smile)

As several people have mentioned to me, I tend to say 'I could write a book about that,' a lot.  Which is true.  Every 24 hours of my Earth-experience seem to bring a plethora of insights, messages, 'metaphysical' experiences, etc.  I find myself frustrated that I can't relay everything to everyone.  But there are times when the insights .. ah-ha moments .. demand to be spoken, if only in a short blog.  This subject matter could actually be an entire book, but this blog will have to suffice for the moment.  And, yes, this 'topic' took less than a nano-second to be 'downloaded' into my awareness.

Please bear with me as I attempt to cover this ah-ha moment in this brief fashion.  It is my Intention that the energy of this blog/offering will be 'dropped into' the reader's energy field and will then continue to unfold for those who are interested in this insight/message.

I have been working 'behind the scenes' with a few people .. working with a 'new' energy that is referred to as 'healing the impact.'  This energy-work was given to me through my higher-dimensional connections and I found it so life-changing, and so intense, that I needed to slow things down and absorb as much as possible.  The potential, after it was all explained to me, was beyond any of the work I've done up until this time.  I mention this because I believe that this latest phase of energy-work is what led to this revelation, this blog.

..... Now for the point of the blog .....

We are infinite souls.  The energy of who we are exists in all dimensions, all time, and all space.  We are not separate from anything.  It is our focus that keeps us where we are .. here in this 3-D reality. 

I have heard about 'the ascension process' since 1975.  But it has never resonated with me.  Never one to argue, I've simply ignored the subject matter and gone about my merry little way. 

That being said, it was a complete surprise when it was mentioned to me through Divine Guidance this morning.  These words were spoken out loud .. loudly .. as I was meditating.

"No one is ascending.  Everyone is simply returning."

Ok .. you have my attention.  Go on, please.

"The work you have been doing ('healing the impact') has led you back to the energy of the moment before arriving on the planet.  The point has been to eliminate the impact your Earth-experiences have had upon your energy field.  When the impact is gone, the energy of your Truth has the space it needs to fully return and be infused throughout your body.

"The Truth is, every person is a multi-dimensional Being, and is existing in multiple dimensions.  When it is called for, in order for the soul to have the experience, focus is placed on the third dimension and an aspect of the soul manifests within that dimensional frequency. 

"The third dimension is one of the most dense.  It offers some of the darkest energies and experiences that exist.  When a soul chooses to focus on .. 'drop down into,' if you will .. a 3-D experience it is choosing to explore not only it's darkness but it's ability to function within that darkness.  To learn from it.  You learn your own Light when you learn your own darkness."

I love that.  "You learn your own Light when you learn your own darkness."

I was flooded .. literally .. with 40 years worth of understanding in a matter of seconds.  I won't go into all of that .. but .. wow .. what a morning!  A life-changing morning.

Let's go back to why no one is ascending.

Can you tell me more?

"Every dimensional aspect of a person's soul is always .. always .. accessible.  No one is separate from oneself.  The only thing that causes one to lose touch with one's higher frequencies is their need to focus on the moment.  On the 3-D experience and what is being learned.  Every soul will stay submerged in their own darkness, their own tangible reality, if you will, until their soul no longer needs the knowledge that comes through that experience.  Every soul is manifesting their experiences in order to reach the goal of understanding darkness.  Darkness only exists in a reality-frequency that is tangible.  If nothing is tangible, only light exists.  There are no shadows.  No solid forms that, simply by being in solid form, create darkness."

That's always been the way I've understood things.  Yes.  It makes total sense.  It also helps put the 'argument' about whether we create our own reality or not into a little different perspective.  Do you see what I mean?

"In other words; a soul shifts focus from it's own infinite light to a place within existence that allows darkness to exist.  This leads us to why we say ... you are not ascending.  You are returning.

"The energy work, the quest for understanding and spiritually evolving, is magnificent.  Many are clearing their own darkness by accepting and understanding their own darkness.  As the darkness clears, the higher dimensional frequencies are more accessible.  More Light is coming into the darkness.  In other words .. you each are learning your Light by understanding your darkness."

Wait a minute.  Let me phrase it this way.  People are not ascending into some distant and dreamlike reality that exists in fifth dimension.  Or eighth.  Or any other.  People are returning to themselves.  Incorporating .. infusing .. the higher dimensional frequencies of who they are into this 3-D density.  This reality.  This planet/world.

"Exactly."

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Oh .. I could go on for hours .. there was so much more that was offered this morning.  But I need to stop now.  I hope that this blog touches the souls of all who are interested and who can resonate with this offering.  It is only my Intention to assist.  May Blessings flow into the hearts of ALL.

Love and Truth to ALL
LZ

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The Midnight Hour

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As a rule, nowadays, I am viewed as a spiritualist, if we might call it that.  Even I, at times, forget that I am an artist first.  An author.  A person who finds joy in giving words the power to paint a picture.  Hopefully a picture that stirs the depths of the reader's soul. 

I have found that, when the painter of words within me is silent, busy with the days, it will finally rise at midnight, spewing words into the room too fast for me to catch and place on paper.  On this night I caught them.  Laid them carefully together in a row.  Allowing them the freedom to paint their story.  I give them now to those who enjoy .. 'just words' upon paper.

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There came a midnight moment.  Your soul, standing in the shadows, wakes me.  Your presence brings the question back to me.  The one I've asked myself so many times.  Abandoned when no answer came.

Do the ones who cause harm lay awake in stagnant pools of memories?  Or is it only the wounded ones who keep the night awake?

 I refuse to ask the question of your soul again.  I stare at you.  Waiting.  Will you speak?

As your silence fills the room I understand that it is your silence I must hear.  I begin to hear your dread.  Your soul replays the harm it's done.  It drips with pain, filling the room with ancient tears.

It is then that I realize that we are separate.  Perhaps we always were, though we often spoke of being one.  I have moved away.  Behind me is the ocean of tears.  The bloody ribbons of memories and tangled words lay on the shore of what was.

The presence of your soul stirs mine and I begin to breathe again.  Perhaps for the first time, really, since you chose to give me your sword instead of your truth.  I am free.  Wings made of light touch me.  Lift me.  I realize they are my own.

Floating in my soul's own light, I watch your silence as though it is tangible.  Oh, wait.  It is.  You are gripped by the iron-strong steel of your own resolution.

I understand now.  Your presence.  Your soul.  It has come to me to find it's freedom.

I cannot give you freedom.  I can only tell you that it's already yours.







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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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