The monkish side of me continues to make itself felt and draws me inward. It isn’t surprising, given a remark that Michael made in my last reading, which I cited earlier:
“Now you have had a lot of physical-practicality things that have prevented you from having the time and the spaciousness, the feeling that you can take that time to really be in the bliss but it is absolutely necessary, my brother. So make the time. ” (1)
This leg of the ascension journey is essentially pointing inwards and making the time to feel the bliss.
I must have completed with my Father as a result of re-establishing myself in this therapeutic locale, which predates the family violence. Something in me has healed and I’m beginning to forget that other part of my life.
Gosh, this is how long it took me to complete. If you don’t feel complete, don’t get down on yourself. It takes a tremendous amount of work. The energies will do the job eventually anyways. I just want it sooner. I’m tired of waiting.
Meanwhile, the Father energy, the Divine Masculine, is – not surprisingly, I suppose – blossoming in me.
Gosh, how do I explain the Father Energy? The “Father” is transcendental, beyond form, beyond sounds, beyond action – that is, physical sounds and action.
The Mother is also transcendental, but she’s an extension of the Father into this dreamscape we call “life.” She gives birth to, preserves, and transforms whole universes and dimensions and beyond.
The Mother is the Father in action. The Father is the Mother in stillness. They are One and the same, like the One wearing two masks.
To give you an idea of the breadth of the Mother’s domain, I once asked her on An Hour with an Angel if she was Shakti. She replied that Shakti was but a very small part of her. Oh my heavens. OK.
Both Father and Mother are Love. No surprise there.
But the Mother is Love in action and the Father is Love in stillness – as applied to the physical or material domain (matter, mater, Mother). I have to add that rider because there is movement and sound in the transcendental; it just isn’t capable of being seen or heard by those residing in the physical.
In the transcendental, there is movement. Love flows, bliss flows, ecstacy, exaltation. It just appears to us in the lower dimensions as stillness and silence.
I wouldn’t be surprised to hear that choirs of angels constantly adore the Divine Couple. Music surely exists there as well, just not audible to our denser-dimensional ears.
So suddenly it feels like Father energy is being released in me. And that in itself manifests as a great hunger for stillness and silence.
I apologize to anyone who’s saying “What has this to do with the Reval?” You must be kidding. I’m clearing away the blocks to me being in my natural Self, the sahaja state. I’d imagine my usefulness to the lightworker community would go up a fair percent if I were successful. Worth more than a kingdom in the three worlds, never mind Zim.
Until this time, I’ve been in the Mother energy, almost exclusively. I was either exploring my feelings or defending the women in my life, all of it vasana-driven. All of it was either me not wanting to be like my Father or else resisting him. None of it was genuinely me.
However, thanks to Archangel Michael, I had a major heart opening on March 13, 2015 and remained in torrential love (I think that’s a more descriptive term than “transformative love”) for most of that year. Then the last three months were spent in bliss with small episodes of ecstacy and exaltation (according to AAM, exaltation is transcendental).
I can say with certainty that love, bliss in action, in service – this is the Mother side of me. And you. At this moment, that is not my preoccupation. My preoccupation has shifted.
I’m now preoccupied with the Father side of me and that manifests as feeling drawn to stillness and silence.
Now that my memories of the bad times in my life are falling away, I find the Father energy practically bubbling up.
I’ve been a monk in two, possibly three, lifetimes that I know of (one lifetime AAM will not tell me about). The stillness and the silence are old friends to me. I just need to create the time to sink into them like a stone dropped into the Challenger Deep.
Here now comes the warrior side. It’s a question of will, of what Kathleen would call “intention.” I have to make going inward, into the stillness and silence, more important than anything else in my life, with a few exceptions. If I want it to happen. And that is not necessarily a popular thing to do.
Nevertheless, I don’t think I could stop myself from sinking into stillness and silence if I tried.