Perhaps it’s time for a report from one who’s agreed to go through his Ascension publicly.
Like a crab, we could be said to be moulting one shell for another. The old shell is carbon-based and the new one is crystalline-based. The old was run on two strands of DNA. The new is run on twelve. The old one brought fear; the new one brings love.
All of that operation is being supervised by the celestials and organized by higher-dimensional beings from lifestreams seemingly distant and apart from ours. Ours is the first time that such an operation has been attempted.
That’s the body’s biolrrogy and about it I know very little.
What interests me more and is perhaps my special work is the transmutation of the heart and mind that’s taking place as we rise into higher-dimensional vibratory regions. I’ve always been most interested in our inner mental, emotional and spiritual workings.
Certain moods tend to fall away because our energetic floor rises. It’s been a long time since I felt depression, for instance. I exist in at least happiness now and at some moments in joy and on occasion in bliss. Depression seems no longer reachable.
Like a man in an elevator, I cannot reach the basement once I travelled to the first floor; once on the second, I can no longer reach the first; and so on it goes as the elevator leaves one floor behind and rises to another.
So my mood is rising as well and I don'[t fall back into the lower regions any more. Well, not much.
All the behavior patterns – the numbers and rackets, games and strategies – I used to resort to to get my way in life are now rendered obsolete by the baseline experience of love that I’m lost in most of the day these days.
That having been said, the 3D part of me is still resisting going back to the old rather than simply surrendering to the new.
It isn’t so much that love has become a new strategy to get my way. It’s that I need fewer things when I experience love.
Many things, like reassurance or acknowledgement, are passé now. I ask for something now and I’m fine if I get it; fine if I don’t. I’m no longer in extremity, fixated, or compulsive.
I’m more satisfied with life all around. I’m quieter, less driven (not bad for a Type A personality).
My equanimity has risen in tandem with my experience of love.
I feel a need to be more compact and yet more organized. I’ve been shedding possessions and those I have are all put away in a very organized fashion. I even have a list of all that I own and where it’s kept. Life has been simplified by both undertakings.
I follow a routine of exercise and meditation each day now.
I’m eating healthier. I used to kid Graham Dewyea about the “green sludge” blender drink he used to make for himself and drink on our InLight Radio calls. Now Archangel Michael has recommended the same drink for me and so here I am now having joined the ranks of people conscious of what they eat. (It had to happen.)
I’m slowly losing weight while my muscle mass (or collagen or whatever it is) is equally-slowly returning. I sleep sometimes till 5 in the morning these days, which is unusual for me.
Heavens, I hardly recognize myself and the change has been so gradual and imperceptible.
I no longer think in terms of accomplishments. I now think more in terms of inner peace and completion. I’m complete with life. I don’t plan to leave but I’m also not worried about any particular outcome. Except the utter financial failure of the blog, which is a big enough worry for one person, I suppose.
It’s been at least a couple of years since I realized that I had done all in my life that I wanted to do. I’ve written more books and articles than I can keep track of and in fact I don’t keep track of them any longer. I have no recollection of what I’ve done.
Other books I’ve written and they sit in drawers. I’ve never been ambitious and now I’ve lost whatever little scrap of ambition I may have had.
Life now is about experiencing love and sending it out to the world. That’s become my meditation and my means of further transformation. Nothing seems to create growth faster and more extensively than simply sending out love to the world.
I now go out simply for exercise. I make an excuse to busy some small thing just to get me out.
Today I’m going out to buy a picture frame. I don’t absolutely need it. It doesn’t have to be now. I could have chosen to buy some zip-lock bags instead.
It’s just an excuse to go out and rub shoulders with people until Kathleen comes back from work. And smile and love and enjoy the crispness of this winter day.
Each day now after the solstice will get longer and longer and I’ll bet the same could be said for my (and our) experience of love, peace and joy.
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