Corroborating reality bubbles is tricky

[Delight]

Is corroboration possible when one is sovereign creator of one's own reality bubble?

I had an idea to simplify my energetic system to a polarity of two energy centers...... I imagined two hearths (energy centers of a polarity negative or positive) of ascending and descending movement that oscillate when complete as a unifying field of SELF. and when I started thinking of a pattern, the pattern started showing up as how I feel my body field.

My question was: Could imagining the "body field" as a twin vortex system trigger me to energetically allow a field of new properties. I think Walter Russell has influenced me but I also was guided by the "rightness" of this imagination. Why I had the commitment to keep thinking the thought...it seemed logical and I wondered "Is this a kind of working scheme to imagine a body capable of ?????"

I am positive I AM in RENOVATION. I know my imagination has produced the feeling of energetically intertwining vortexes meshing. They are moving into one another and one could say that the sense of nothing is when they cancel one another into complete peace. I can meditate there. But the energies keep streaming so the interaction keeps showing something. These things are pretty mundane but correlated to my inner states well. My body is reflecting expansion and contraction. I feel exactly when I move off my focus of energetic flow as a sensation of tension throughout down to the cells.

I want my reality bubble to be full of heart qualities creating higher mind's ideal forms. So I see my field being fed by the alligning of heart and the ideal. This is very enjoyed.
My heart and mind are strengthening to display hyper-dimensional types of pictures...like feeling as shown by energy all the time. It also has helped me say NO easily to feeling discordant and focus more flexibly of what is harmonic.

Coherence between my heart, my higher mind, my words/activities and what I see is easily discerned. I KNOW coherence is beautiful to me. The choice is always to be true to the whole...Don't love one thing and support with words its "other". Think of what one loves. Love what one has expressed... Express and radiate loveliness as I know it!

I have no doubt of what my higher mind is saying and easily feel when off balance in the gyration of the upper hearth. I can right myself more easily.

The feeling of expanding and merging feels fluid and smooth. If I let go tension of the body a spreading wave of ease that is moving into different places and it has healing effects and practical use. What worked on my chest and shoulders and back for months now is changing. It is dealing with other physical and emotional stuff.

And below the chest another power hearth is firing into coherence. This is the arena of power: the material creative life building arena of the matter we spin.

The loosening up in my lower hearth power place was proceeded by the loosening up of my upper "field". The energy from my upper hearth is now helping the unraveling of the lower threads that were knotted as I feel it.

Once I knew I felt great love for my life, seeing it all as perfect, there came a great wave of relief in my gut. It started working on dissolving (opposite of diss- loving) my judgements. Melting resistance to having what I have will enable me to have WHATEVER I appreciate in the flesh. I know this in my gut.

This unraveling into simplicity takes a certain willingness to stay attentive. It may manifest as pain or EVEN something almost too good to stand still and let happen. It can be too pleasurable for mortals with EGOs to tolerate. Simply relaxing lets one sensation flow into another. Relaxing is the proof of my release of knotted energy streams. Unknotted energy streams can morph in any way easily.

Is this true?
This is a theory to test.
I will use greater power, greater peace and greater joy as evidence of accessing unimpeded circulation by my capacity for awareness.
How would my results be corroborated?

Would I give up testing my theory's resulting effects because an authority has not corroborated mine?

What if no one can sense the field as I sense the field?

Well, one has to accept a little madness to become sovereign.

[GoodETxSG]

Reality bubbles within reality bubbles floating within reality bubbles... perspective is everything until ours pops and we realize that the bubble was an illusion to begin with. Consciousness is so far beyond most of our grasp as we still speak of the "HIGHER SELF"... "SELF", "EGO"... Once we realize we reach higher than the SELF we are all ONE and the SAME... Well I guess we really have no place living on this plane anymore.

[northstar]

Posted by Delight (here)
Is corroboration possible when one is sovereign creator of one's own reality bubble?

My body is reflecting expansion and contraction. I feel exactly when I move off my focus of energetic flow as a sensation of tension throughout down to the cells.

I also calibrate my quantum field play with expansion and contraction. I try to avoid polarities as much as possible but when I get an "expanded" feeling that is usually good. And I got a VERY expanded feeling when I read your post, by the way! When I am presented with something/someone that is giving dodgy, insincere, questionable or dark aspects I feel a contraction. Sometimes it is so extreme I feel the energetic signature of such situations or people as a very hard, dense lump of congealed energy. In my experience, that usually translates to "bad". (keeping in mind I am really trying to avoid polarities here, but it is hard to do that when you are trying to calibrate quantum field play. hahaha!!)

Here is a random thought, part of a stream of thoughts triggered by your post:
Is corroboration and external validation necessary?
I don't know.
Is playing with others in the quantum field of all possibilities fun and expansive? Yes!

And so, let's continue playing, shall we?

Posted by Delight (here)
I want my reality bubble to be full of heart qualities creating higher mind's ideal forms. So I see my field being fed by the alligning of heart and the ideal. This is very enjoyed.
My heart and mind are strengthening to display hyper-dimensional types of pictures...like feeling as shown by energy all the time. It also has helped me say NO easily to feeling discordant and focus more flexibly of what is harmonic.

My analytic serial processing left brain has no idea what that means but my heart-brain absolutely loves it. Feeling much expansion. And seeing soft clouds of rose - pink.

Posted by Delight (here)
Coherence between my heart, my higher mind, my words/activities and what I see is easily discerned. I KNOW coherence is beautiful to me. The choice is always to be true to the whole...Don't love one thing and support with words its "other". Think of what one loves. Love what one has expressed... Express and radiate loveliness as I know it!

What is one of the absolute hallmarks of profound spiritual truth?
Coherence.
And who gets to judge if my message is coherent?
Our playmates in the eternal sandbox AKA the zero point field, the source of all.

Whee, this is fun!

Posted by Delight (here)

Once I knew I felt great love for my life, seeing it all as perfect, there came a great wave of relief in my gut. It started working on dissolving (opposite of diss- loving) my judgements. Melting resistance to having what I have will enable me to have WHATEVER I appreciate in the flesh. I know this in my gut.

I know it too, De-light-full one.

Posted by Delight (here)

Is this true?
This is a theory to test.
I will use greater power, greater peace and greater joy as evidence of accessing unimpeded circulation by my capacity for awareness.
How would my results be corroborated?

Would I give up testing my theory's resulting effects because an authority has not corroborated mine?

What if no one can sense the field as I sense the field?

Well, one has to accept a little madness to become sovereign.

Feeling joyful upliftment.
Feeling expanded.
Feeling light and rosy and cotton - candy-ish.

[Sunny-side-up]

Hi Delight, interesting post

Maybe a bit off your topic but you have reminded me to re watch and see more of Frank Chester’s work, I'm sure you have seen his work before but if not a must.

In one vid he talks about his work and discovery's of the heart and it's next chamber
http://heartisticscience.org/videos/
He ends the one of his vid showing his new version of a pump which actually forms multiple vertices. His idea's on our planets Aura are very interesting aswell.

[Delight]

Posted by Sunny-side-up (here)
Hi Delight, interesting post

Maybe a bit off your topic but you have reminded me to re watch and see more of Frank Chester’s work, I'm sure you have seen his work before but if not a must.

In one vid he talks about his work and discovery's of the heart and it's next chamber
http://heartisticscience.org/videos/
He ends the one of his vid showing his new version of a pump which actually forms multiple vertices. His idea's on our planets Aura are very interesting aswell.

Frank Chester......very on topic.
I am also really enthusiastic about Frank Chester.
Did you notice how he always disclaims any special abilities?
He is a great teacher.
What he has to say is stupendous in my opinion.

Northstar mentioned playing and he shows playing is the door to everything fresh.

And thanks GoodeTXSG. Yes, certainly this context exists right now too. It certainly must simplify to.....

Once we realize we reach higher than the SELF we are all ONE and the SAME... Well I guess we really have no place living on this plane anymore.

In the mean time.....
I say celebrate the genius of a sovereign state:
RELAX dear Genius you are (Al)one for a moment having a particular
I AM
I am HERE.
I am here NOW.

You ask Who AM I ???????
LOOKIE! I AM is on(e)ly I AM as I AM here now.
Forget about comparisons, same, different, many, only ONE
there is only this as it is now for I AM here.
No matter what this is, it fulfills I AM now......

Do you feel a seep into the bones of something wonderful?
Wonderful relief.
May you SAY outloud My presence is all it takes for genius.
Ahhhh, to feel genius at being I AM as I AM.
Relaxed, confident, bold, percolating, bubbling up.
Feel how rich being (Al)one can feel.....
Pass it on......

[Anchor]

> Corroborating reality bubbles is tricky

Explain this please?

You seem to be content on manipulating a "system" but rather than considering it as being one you designed yourself you still act as if you are subordinate to created archetypes and templates of behavior that you "accept" as the way it all is - overlooking the fact that you created all those too. (Why hold back!! - sovereignty is absolute).

Corroborate means: to support with evidence or authority: make more certain.

If that is what you want, just try harder - knowing yourself as absolute.

If what you want is other people to express resonance with your ideas, then that may or may not happen. However if you are making all this there is no point - you set your own rules.

You are master of your own realm (or at least as much of it as you have contemplated) - it looks like this is is at least well understood to a point.

However, it is not consistently done in your topic because there is no room in that model for insecurity or lack of faith in the reality of your own complete sovereignty - as soon as you are not all, you are a part, and then you are not sovereign anymore.

To operate like this, using the tools of the finite mind are futile - it can only be a part. You have to do this in the realm of the infinite!

Approaching this is an act of faith.

Having run off the cliff, as soon as you look down and see no ground, you fall.

Don't look !

Everyone who referred to this finite expression of reality as a game, is in my opinion, on the right track

[Bubu]

[I]"Would I give up testing my theory's resulting effects because an authority has not corroborated mine?"

This is a naive question for an enlightened being I am sure you knew the answer

[CdnSirian]

What a playful conversation. I am awestruck at the verbiage presented to talk about such a simple and essential concept. O.K. I am just kidding with the snottiness.

Great thread.

[Delight]

A story of Enota ,
a serial for juveniles; not too young and not too old but just right.

Chapter One.
Megan was at Margaret's house, a lady from the church who took children who were not too young but not old enough to be alone when parents went out of town. Megan had a mother who was sick again in a hospital. Mom seemed to have to give up some times and just be crazy.

But Megan was always just fine and always found she would meet some very interesting people while Mom was doing what she always did...get sick, feel better and be OK and happy. Megan knew this would be promising here at Margaret's.

Tonight was her first night and she already had some new friends. Steveie was black and had a white throat...a tuxedo cat with Tail very long and thick. He was interfering with her diary entry.

Tabby Tail looked magical and she was shyly sitting at the edge of the bed sizing Megan up for her shyness quotient. Who would have to be the friendliest between them?

Megan ended the paragraph for page June 7, 2013 with the request:

"Everything is working out well for me and I am sending love back. Thank you, Universe. And help Mom feel better already.

Margaret knocked on the door. "are you ready?"
Margaret had insisted she would come and tuck Megan in with a story when Megan was ready for bed..
That would have been embarrassing except it sounded so familiar as if they'd been saying "night night sweet dreams" forever.

Megan watched her closely and Margaret smiled bigger than before.
Megan, I always feel happy when i see someone writing.
.
Margaret was really pretty and if she had different hair, she'd look really young.
Her hair was completely silver.
It was pretty too really.

Megan was very sensitive about hair as she was teased for looking like a raccoon. Megan's hair naturally grew in shades just like a raccoon. Megan had a tendency towards dark circles when she felt tired around the eyes. Megan had a pointed nose. Megan didn't like teasing but she felt secretly proud and had studied how capable and smart raccoons are..

Margaret sat down and looked around.
"You have a lot of books!".
I like books too and I'd make sure to have a few all the time.

megan agreed but felt shy to say anything.
margaret was quiet and just sat and Megan felt just really tired all of a sudden.

Would you like to hear the story? it starts tonight but goes on for a few eons.
here, margaret reached over and touched Megan on the hand..."want to cover up?"
And Megan was ready and happy to squinch down into the bed.
Her jaw twitched a bit she was s relaxed. Her back gave up from standing tall and this was very nice here.

yes, I know that everything works out all the time. margaret is very swell and I am enjoying this alot right now>

her mother always worried about everything and look at what that did.
Her mind just couldn't take it and she was too crazy to survive...not really fair considering Mom's good side. That was the Mom who let Megan have all the books she wanted...even new ones from Amazon if it was "not too racy or gory". Books were the friends who always let you pick up where you left off.

The window was open and Megan heard a cat bird talking and then Steveie the cta and bandit jumped on the bed.

Margaret tucked the covers under her chin.
She lit the candle on the side of the bed. The candle stick had daisies and was made in France by Limoge.(Megan always looked at the labels on china).
Megan said'"that looks so pretty lit" and Margaret said. This is a special story light that I will always help you hear secrets behind the lines.

And margaret brought a small well worn little animal to Megan's ear and nestled him on the pillow. He was a chimp made of socks with a red butt. That was funny because Megan had seen pictures of real monkeys with red there.

This dear is Abner. He has been my friend for a long time and he is sneaky because he knows all the plots to everything and he may try to tell you before you are ready to know them.

"Then why let him stay? he should be sent to bed." Megan flared. "That is just not fair"
And Margaret said...But dear, he is fair because you don't have to believe him?" He has fun but you may also."
This is what we like to play here...story changer arounder and we need a know it all.

Are you ready to hear about ENOTA?
Megan yawned and said"OH, I need a drink of water.'

Margaret picked heavy Stevie off Megans leg, pulled back the feather covers and helped Megan with her crocheted slippers.

"I'll be right back. Don't start the story".
As Megan left the room, she heard Margaret laugh delightedly and say "Oh no, we can't ever start without Megan. Margaret said' Do you need anything?
And Megan felt herself...No I am perfect.""

When Megan was all settled in again and the cats had snuggled up to Megans leg lump, Margaret sat in the rocking chair next to the bed and Megan fell asleep......

ATONE/ ENOTA
Once upon a time the People lived AT ONE in a sacred place of rushing waters
and Blue mountains sustained by the rich nourishment of their Great Mother's wealth.
They called their home ENOTA as it reflected back their deep connection to
one another and all that is.

Gold mineral was easily found in the land of Enota. The People understood
thetrue nature of gold. Golden light shines from the centers of all Mother's children.
The people understood the soft whispers' in the light of Father's revelations.

Gold's light within and without was all One. Each one in One. Each subjects of a Golden lineage.

The people understood many aspects of Gold. Also the People understood the process of transmutation to be the revealing of luminous
gold within all levels of being.

They never doubted that each one was a perfect representation of Life as all creation is and how distinctions and similarities
give such beautiful contrasts in textures of being.

The people revered the play of difference in form.
They remembered always that with wisdom and with communion, every possibility will be available for the good of all beings.

They knew that just as gold reflected the relationship to the great Living Self in selves, to Mother Earth and Father Sun, the People too might reflect
the brilliant light of truth. They loved to come upon the shining in the
streams and remember their own radiance.

They also knew the flipside of willing Radiance.
Ignorance of one's connection to the Golden light means continuous encounter with disaster.

There have been many Others ignorant of what it means to be a Living source for Light.
Others Like this who were located beyond Enota had heard tales of Gold. Golden stones plentiful
as the river rocks in the streams of Enota were a beacon to these impoverished beings.
The Others understood nothing of reality.
Gold mineral was their source of power.

These Others planned to overtake the People by force and claim the gold for
themselves. These Others were dangerous in their madness. Crazed
by the thought of having Gold they always convinced themselves that any people who
seemed unaware of the “treasure” must be “just animals”.

The Others in cunning plan great evil. Possessed by this evil there was only murder in their hearts.

One day Bear was wandering by the great stream at Enota. A Rainbow glistened
in the water and Trout called out to Bear. “Friend, I have come to tell you
terrible news. There is a massacre coming and all of you, dear friend, must
scatter deep into the wilderness”.

Bear’s heart seized with horror. He heard a moaning in the wind of danger
and he smelled an acrid stink of bad feeling. So, heavy with grief he called
all the People to the Lodge and revealed the awful messages. Everyone at
once understood that to resist would make a bad situation even more woeful.
To fight these Insane Creatures would be no plan at all. Surrender to the unknown was an Unthinkable Plan.

Stunned and silent and listening intently they heard what was needed to be known.
Whispers and murmers spoke in their deep hearts and they received the message that as
incomprehensible as it seemed, Exodus was part of Great Spirit's Plan for
the People.

Weeping overcame the whole, then the sadness grew so deep and strong that
the People had to get up and dance. They wailed and shouted and sang of
their Love of Mother and Her ways of Life and Enota. They screeched and wailed in sacred anger for the
Unthinkable plan that would pull the the Life of People apart. They cried out to and the Unknown Journey ahead.

They danced and danced and danced until their hearts were empty. Exhausted
they slept and each had a dream. Each one met the Source of solace and
support and each was soothed by the Golden radiance' embrace.

In the final days of living in their beloved home, the People planned and
gathered and remembered. They recorded all they could as pictures on Golden
tablets to leave behind in a deep safe place. They tried to put down All
that they had learned at the feet of the vast Blue Ridge. Sadness
transformed to peaceful acceptance and even a hint of Joy was found in deep
irrepressible curiosity. How will this great change look and what will
happen?

And all of a sudden Megan wooke up to find the room dark and the cats asleep.margaret must have gone to bed. Funny but she had such a strange dream all about a fish who talked. And she had vnever nbeen a bear before but knew she was one in the deream. She turned, shuffling two fat felines and went back into the dream.

[Delight]

I am enjoying making up a story and sharing it.
Enota continued

Chapter 2

Margaret was awakened by two big dogs wrestling. Buddy (65 pound pit bull lamby dog) and Megan (yes, you heard that right. Megan the 35 pound dog) were rolling on the floor as they did every morning to tell margaret it was time to go out and play. Today with a girl in the house, Margaret was happy to get up. "Our girl Megan might be ready for breakfast soon" she told everyone. Margaret flipped off the covers and disturbed several cats: Tabby Tail, Stevie, Bandit and Maggie. Maggie of the short tail and long opinions said "Some of us prefer that people sleep in". Only Bandit followed Margaret and the dogs to the kitchen for coffee and the back yard ritual "sniff out" for overnight visitations.

Everyone has their priorities and they are best respected for harmony.

Megan awoke and stretched and a growl of energy came out all by itself bigger and louder than twice Megan's size. "Bears growl all kind of ways", she thought and that was like a revelation. Cats and dogs and bears and people all sound like what they feel. What do I feel? She reached deep down into her belly and all she could feel was relief. Mama is OK and everything is working out just wonderfully.

Bear awoke sudden from a dream with the refrain of a kind of melody that sounded "Everything is working out for me perfectly." He laughed because he knew the sudden exodus had no problems attached for the family. Yet despite this his heart was breaking and he weeped a little between laughs. A quivering fear hit him and he jerked a bit. Suddenly a gulp of breath stretched all the way to his belly ...and that fillip of fear became deep excitement starting from his clawed toes to his ears. Every hair on his body stood up and glowed. His heart warmed up to hot firey joy. This was in expectation of GOODness, goodness all the way that he knew was absolute. Bear's stomach rumbled and he felt hungry for flapjacks and berries and a whole ladle of honey. "I am ready ready and more ready now" he sang.

Megan smelled something delicious and finished her morning journaling with the statement.
"Today I will have at least 5 unexpected surprises or surprised unexpectations". Megan always liked her goals would show up by supper. She documented them in her journal at bedtime and slept on the best part of her day.

Mama had taught her the value of clear goals....."If you know what you want, you have half the battle won" was an expression Mama promoted.

Megan thought of her beautiful Mama. She tried never to judge her cracked and delightful drama princess Mother. It was sooo hard. Mama had very unreasonable goals like being good all the time.

If Mama tried anything 100%, she tried to be good. And the more Mama tried to be good, the tenser she became and always after working working working on being good for a certain amount of time,Mama just cracked. Magan was certain she, Megan, had learned the uselessness of so much effort. Don't try so hard she shouted when she felt mad at Mama worrying and scheming to improve everything. She saw everything broken and needing fixing just like her. She was a sort of martyr heroine looking for a cause big enough to mean she was worthy. "Ann (Mama's real name) suffers so much", people said. Violet Ann the brave flower fighting the good fight. She definitely was complicated and got sympathy. Did that help anything? No.

If only Mama knew what I know she thought... but then that is maybe worrying a little? So Megan said out loud. "Everything is what it is...me too" and she felt better.

At the end of the day Megan had a large list of surprised unexpectations. She had 7 and listed them

1. Margaret has a dog named Megan (like me)and a cat named Maggie (like Margaret) and she didn't name them.
2. Chickens can lay blue green eggs. Margaret has 5 hens called Americana that lay eggs like that..
3. There is a cemetery next door.
4. Margaret is easy to talk to and we are friends already.
5. There is a lake on the other side of the woods and Margaret let the dogs take me. I don't have to have any one else unless I plan to go swimming. But they can go swimming.
6. A crippled boy is coming tomorrow named Bennie. He was paralyzed by a skateboard accident. He is ONLY 10.
7. The weirdest thing... Margaret asked me about the story and I didn;t remember it and she was not at all surprised.

Margaret knocked on the door at that very moment.
Megan said come and
Margaret did holding a candle and a glass. "Are you ready for bed? I brought some water and a story."

The candle lit and the covers tucked up to her chin, two cats already snuggled too.
Megan was ready.
Rocking next to the bed, Margaret continued......


The People were full of emotion on the last day and they visited the power spots they knew well and left offerings for the friends they would leave behind.

On the last night, the council was called. Bear the wise elder set the tone.

”We will stay together here tonight and attune ourselves to our Great Mother.
Let us still our minds within the Dream Lodge regarding the path and we will
know how to meet our goals.”

The people all drifted away into a dream. When they awoke, they each knew
what part they would play. Bear spoke first. “We will carry no regrets and
make the path easier for our trek to a new land. There are many questions
about how we may survive. BUT WE KNOW THAT IN THE QUESTIONS THERE ARE ALSO GREAT ANSWERS ALREADY WITHIN US "

Wolf was always eager to range and volunteered to lead the way" I am the
forerunner of new ideas. My senses are very keen. I will share my medicine
with all of you. I will carry with me a nose that always smells clean,
sweet, water. I will
share my knowledge of new ways to find food and where the best streams of
water lie."

Red Fox detailed her ability to put Allies together. She volunteered to seek
out new friends help the people. "I can hide and observe for just the right
People on the way and I will be glad to call on them as they pass".

Crow reminded all of His ability to bend the laws of the physical. "I will
carry the sacred law on my back; The laws of creator that never fail when we
follow them. I will fly ahead of all of us and report on the future so we
will be prepared for anything that may be on the horizon".

Squirrel said" I always plan ahead" “ She chattered on about her
mastery of logistics contradicting herself wildly. The people laughed because squirrel was constantly
changing her mind about the best way to do anything. She could be quite
erratic and drive you nuts! Yet they knew that she could circle a branch at
lightening speed and always find the best food in the
trees.

Swan was morosely sad and angry, not wanting to leave her cool pond. Her sister
Dragonfly told her" You must be willing to accept whatever the Unknown
asks. If you surrender in Faith, you may just find that a beautiful gateway will
appear. And it will take no time there to be transformed into a smooth
and graceful creature" (because Swan despite her name had many sharp edges
and stubborn characteristics that often got in her way).

Spider had always woven in Her web the symbols of the clan. She promised, I
will record the formulas for making the medicine our clan has always used so
we may produce the medicine anywhere we must travel.

Hummingbird claimed "I am so looking forward to all the new flowers that
might be discovered." and promised to encircle the people on the journey
with a vibration of pure joy, to bring lovers together and remind all of the
pure bliss of life. Her open and loving heart bolstered the People's spirit greatly.

Blue Heron spoke next:" I have a special medicine that will allow us to
accept all feelings and opinions without resistance. I will empower us to be
willing to use our strengths. When we leave behind self-pity and lack of
self-worth, we will better appreciate the opportunities as they appear to us".

Skunk nodded. He had a reputation in the clan of walking his talk and always
respecting himself. "I will carry the power of being who I am. If you watch
how I conduct myself, you too will never need to bully your way forward.
Those on the same path will be attracted but you will automatically repel
those who are not of like mind without ever having to demand respect."

Otter was always very curious about everything. He liked to play and was
always content to create a space for others to play in also. Though male, he
carried a harmonized understanding of female energy." Let me carry the
understanding of receiving as magnetic attraction so we will always enjoy
whatever adventure we discover".

Dog, half wild, half tame had always guarded the lodge from any attack. "I
will always serve the People with my keen sense of necessity. I will come
forward to support the people with my loyalty".

Mountain Lion had always been a leader unconcerned about whether anyone
followed his direction and now he too spoke up." I am balanced in body, mind
and spirit. I will help if any conflicts occur on the road by calmly
reporting what is needed to balance for peace. I will tell the truth, even
if it is not welcome. I will carry Response- Ability and be
an example to the People."

Lynx never spoke that night, He hardly ever did. Lynx keeps the ilent about secrets of
where things are hidden and the medicine to unravel any mystery. The People
knew him never to volunteer anything. But they also knew if approached in
great respect and if paid with the appropriate gesture, he would have the
answers needed at just the right moment.

Owl or Night Eagle as he is called was also silent but all the people knew
that he would see what others do not and that no one would ever deceive the People
with Owl in their midst.

Beaver made the tea as the night dragged on. She chimed in on Her
willingness to help the People work together" Lets put all our Ideas into
action. We will always benefit from putting our Ideas into practice"

Hawk stayed still observing all the activities carefully and understood all
the details. "There is something magic is in this situation! This magic will
overcome any difficulty!” His voice was piercing and woke everyone up.

Eagle had been a bit dreamy up till then, communing with Father Sun.
"Yes, there is a reason here for this pattern of our lives, no matter how
disjointed and misunderstood. Let us claim our personal power and break the
pattern that has led to this strange and
unwelcome experience. Grace will be present when we recognize this as a
spiritual test. We must always stand and move from the heart and look to the
horizon."

The others there: Weasel, Ant, Frog, Raccoon, Bat, Possum, Turtle, Deer,
Rabbit, and
Snake felt the wisdom and their hearts were made stronger for the
journey. Silence overcame the Clan.

Finally Coyote stretched and spoke up. "As you know, I live from disaster to
disaster. I may be bruised and banged and I may forget to learn from my
mistakes but I will never forget to survive. That is my secret gift to you
and if you laugh about it, all to the better.

I can take any poison and make it a medicine. Poison is in
everything, and no thing is without poison. The dosage makes it either a
poison or a remedy."

And so the People left ATONE at daybreak walking west but promised: “We will
meet here again someday”.

[Delight]

Posted by GoodeTXSG (here)
Reality bubbles within reality bubbles floating within reality bubbles... perspective is everything until ours pops and we realize that the bubble was an illusion to begin with. Consciousness is so far beyond most of our grasp as we still speak of the "HIGHER SELF"... "SELF", "EGO"... Once we realize we reach higher than the SELF we are all ONE and the SAME... Well I guess we really have no place living on this plane anymore.

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Thank you for considering my first post and the picture is very synchronistic. I know we create descriptions of mental concepts. Bubbles are what I see as the "reality" of the illusion that we carry around us. Sometimes the bubbles merge, somtimes pop.

I feel my field as a bubble that has bubbles and that joins bubbles. The membrane is the brain filter that lets in and leaves out information according to Bruce Lipton. So fracatally all the bubbles share the same kinds of activity with more or less surface area and access to information. Semi permeability is a useful capacity. lawful properties of geometry are part of the illusion. Relationship is exchange.

The flower of life is what Frank Chester used as he started an unfolding geometry that is not symmetricial and can be seen worked step by step with a manual compass in his videos.

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...ter#post663186

My particular interest at the moment is in the story that I may make up for entertainment purposes. Fun that!

[Delight]

Hi Anchor,
Thank you for reading my post and considering what I said. to skip to the juicy part,

My ego craves being seen and understood. It does not ever get enough validation. the ego is bubular and sometimes is bigger and sometimes smaller. Some times it has a craving to envelope the whole Universe and eat it to get smart.

In the superficial "reality bubble",i believe so strongly (thoughts believed through repetition) that there is a different you to spark off.
That gives my ego an emotional longing hit.
My ego enjoys the separated shy emotion of longing.

But there is at the same moment, what i am sure is a higher mind voice speaking of a bigger context and the mirror reflection.
The screen of inside out upside down and backwards.



I believe my ego is evolving and is renovating.
Sincerely i think my ego has great use to the creation and can enjoyably take care of a preferred superficial material membrane.
the bubbles jiggle and influence as fractals. Bubbles renovate and the wave of change spreads.Change happens all the time but the ego held the image fixed of old patterns.

I want to be with egos with similar cooperative intent.
I hope my ego can translate some beautiful thing from higher mind.
Mind bubbly ideas grokked as Strangers become friends.

The heart field is enlarging so some can feel one another more easily.
But it is very scary.

Wonderful thoughts pull my ego and heart and the Universe together inside.
I feel like I could play with all my heros some days...that BIG.

Bubbles all intertwined and knowing it would be playful. All colored bubbles tickling so we will laugh, really laugh with Us.
Much love, maggie

Posted by Anchor (here)
> Corroborating reality bubbles is tricky

Explain this please?

You seem to be content on manipulating a "system" but rather than considering it as being one you designed yourself you still act as if you are subordinate to created archetypes and templates of behavior that you "accept" as the way it all is - overlooking the fact that you created all those too. (Why hold back!! - sovereignty is absolute).

Corroborate means: to support with evidence or authority: make more certain.

If that is what you want, just try harder - knowing yourself as absolute.

If what you want is other people to express resonance with your ideas, then that may or may not happen. However if you are making all this there is no point - you set your own rules.

You are master of your own realm (or at least as much of it as you have contemplated) - it looks like this is is at least well understood to a point.

However, it is not consistently done in your topic because there is no room in that model for insecurity or lack of faith in the reality of your own complete sovereignty - as soon as you are not all, you are a part, and then you are not sovereign anymore.

To operate like this, using the tools of the finite mind are futile - it can only be a part. You have to do this in the realm of the infinite!

Approaching this is an act of faith.

Having run off the cliff, as soon as you look down and see no ground, you fall.

Don't look !

Everyone who referred to this finite expression of reality as a game, is in my opinion, on the right track

[Delight]

I am on a flow.

Chapter 3
Enota

The next morning, Megan heard hundreds of birds as they woke up because she had not slept after midnight. She tossed and turned and thought about amnesia.

Megan had not remembered anything of the stories and felt kind of funny about the point.
Margaret even liked it that she went to sleep because she said it actually was more real if Megan slept in it and would have even more fun.
But how can one have fun with something unless you remember it.
It reminded her of movies with amnesia sufferers.
She contemplated this conundrum through the night and then about daybreak fell asleep until the clock struck 7 AM.

The day was really packed again. Megan was ready for bed at dark.

She continued in her June 6, 2013 entry:

Margaret and I share a similar philosophy about how to get along with people.

In the kitchen we sit as long as we like over meals.
She got very serious tonight:
“I have one rule Megan for my firefly farm (fire flies are EVERY WHERE). We are all people here. Petsmart says “pets are people too” We are pets to one another. Pets have a reason for being put together.

We love being together all doing what we like to do. "It makes everything peaceful to have your way", we say. We must be ourselves all day long, we cannot help it. Everyone likes something different and is headed in a different direction.

“My mother does not like any thing and has to do it anyway. That is what I believe drives her crazy”, Megan interjected.

That seemed a good time to talk about the situation with Mom.
Margaret listened closely.

I told Margaret about wanting to get a signal to Mom to stop trying so hard about life. I told her about the Presence and about what helped me to relax about everything.
I told her about how Mom was preoccupied by goals to accomplish.
She accomplished alot and it was never enough fun to feel good.

And she had so many things she tried to do all at the same time.

Margaret nodded and told me not to take Mom's phase to heart. She said she'd been just like Mom before.

"Did you go somewhere to "recuperate" too?"

Margaret said "Yes, in My way
Different strokes I guess."
“You are very fortunate to have your mother in your lfe. Your mother is lucky to have you in her life. And I am lucky you are here today. Everything seems working out wonderfully.” (that is MY phrase too)

"Goals are good and feeling what you like is good too. If you are having just what you like as you aim at a goal, you can feel very shiney. You pull others close to you with surprises. Everyone seems to give just what you wanted all along, better than expected. Having what you like works well even if you had no goal. everyone around us can give us what we most appreciate.

Maybe I'll learn today that you like pickled eggs and so I will want to save you a few. Does that sound delicious, Megan?

“YUCCKK, no ” megan spit involuntarily.
I hate the thought of pickled eggs.

Margaret smiled like the cat in Alice in Wonderland.
“So, that means I can eat them all. That is wonderful. Funny, exactly as I like it. I am so glad I asked before assuming. More eggs....Yummm. Thank you. Silly funny and true.”

Just then we had a an educational synchronicity when Bandit jumped on the table. She came close and then turned and when I touched her back, she turned around and bit me. She drew blood. Margaret just sat there waiting.

I got the message. It is great to ask where to pet.“Everyone is unique and discovering how to give pets does not have to bite!!
I was still licking my wound. The antibodies in my saliva heal wounds right up.

“You understood what I meant. Thank you for understanding, Megan. “

I just couldn't help it, I burst out in tears. I bawled really hard for about 5 minutes.
It wasn't because of my hand.

Margaret did just the right thing.
She sat there and she kind of pointed at the kleenex behind me.

I am not ashamed to cry in public. What gets me though is not knowing why I am crying.
Right then my heart hurt in such a good feeling way that I had to be crying it out to stand it.
That is a paradox.
I understand things like this and it is hard to grasp.
Makes me feel smart when I can see something from a bigger angle.

I could see something about Mom and that she was not really doomed to always feel bad. I felt I could help her by letting her be herself, loonie and all.
I felt wise and strong. That is egotistical but so what?

Margaret was talking to Bandit
“We do not condone biting at all. It does just happen but please talk to Megan. We use our words Bandit. Friends always try to explain themselves.”

Margaret turned to me..
“Bandit does not like her back rubbed even though she wants petting. Bandit was traumatized once.
She is afraid of being hurt.”

Megan interrupted, “What happened!”

Margaret said
“Bandit should be the one to say. “

Bandit was still on the table as we spoke, and sauntered closer, stopping to lick her paw frequently.

She came closer and closer.
As my emotional intelligence quotient is high, I know not to try to hurry her any.
I know Margaret has emotional intelligence. Does Bandit?
Maybe she is like my Mom, broadcasting a mixed message.

My Mom can bite. She can be a
“Pet me anywhere... NO not there” kind of person.
I have to always listen under her words or lick my wounds.
I tried mind reading to telepath with Mom but figured out her receiver is down.
That is our communication issue.
I read her just fine and she can't read me so she acts all schizzy.
She gets everything upside down inside out and backwards.
I really feel for her.
And I don't know what is best for her.
That led me to prayer.
Prayer led me to the Presence.

It feels like Jesus wraps arms around me and I am in a cocoon.
That cocoon saved my life.
How can ANYONE live without feeling totally protected by the Universe for real.
If Mom felt like I do, she'd be a new woman.
Good night Mom. I love you all the time.

i forgot to say what Bandit told me. She came really close and looked me in the eye and said
"A stupid dog chased me up a tree and I fell out. My back hurts still. I am forced to continue to live with dogs and bear up anyway. That is why I bite".

megan was already sleepy when margaret lit the candle.
Megan was asleep before Margaret could get comfortable in her rocker.......

chapter 3

Enota

The Dragons had always stayed apart from the council fires.
They preferred their own dragon minded business so bowed out from politics
Dragons like the near center of Gaia, joyfully tended her fires in the company of like minds.
Dragons comprehend symbolic language
They like to joke about everything, laugh alot and snort fire in glee
They loved fire
Jesters For Creation are the dragons.

Underneath the ironic dragon humor was a penetrating sensibility for the elements of creation.
At the scene of gestation in the dark of ever renewing life, dragons thrive.
They can take extreme heat so to speak.
The dragons considered the situation from their vantage point.
Dragons could not agree that the interlopers would be a danger.

They of the underworld, keepers of the HEarth's sacred flame, refused to leave Enota.
The People were glad of this as the golden tablets would have protectors.
This made perfect sense and pleased everyone.
If the Dragons stayed at Enota, then the People would always
be connected to Home.

The dragons watched the horizon long after their friends had vanished from sight,
They sadly retreated to their deep caverns, far from sunlight, and vowed to keep the sacred fires
burning and to protect the people's sacred treasure until they returned.

[Delight]

If a story tells itself faster than anticipated, there is no reason to wait. The last chapter:

Chapter 4

Many years passed. Yes, the Others did come and as they gobbled up the Gold, they disturbed
everything. Enota was not the same. It felt like the world was being eaten alive. it was senseless and infuriating.

The dragons realized they had over estimated their position.
The dragons had been cocky, ignorant, artificially independent.
The dragons had not anticipated the way they would suffer with the "termite people".
They began to judge themselves very harshly for being wrong, making such a bad decision, failing to be strong. They felt isolated and defeated and abandoned.

Over eons of time in the Sunless dark, the dragons persevered under extreme stress to keep the sacred vigil. They did not even notice when their ritual form had no feeling any longer. They went through motions by rote.
It became harder and harder to laugh or even cry. Their humors dried up.
Their inner light dimmed and faint sparks were all that was left of brilliance.
The inner flames of the dragon's hearts sputtered and almost died. Cold hearts
became smaller and meaner.

Huddled together but alone in their pain, the dragons grew weaker, ever weaker.
They forgot to tend the Hearth flame and the fire became faint and the cavern icy.

No longer connected to the Golden Light they had felt with the People, they believed
themselves dull and ugly. They were starving for something they had forgotten existed: inner essential energy's nourishing love from Creator.

Without a sense of purpose or connection with the Source, skeleton thin and pale: they were terrible to see. Sometimes they came out to the surface at night. Restless and unable to center, they had to do something. Flying around and around the Interloper's communities attracted the Others attention.

The dragons reminded the Others of their own hatred and fear.
Much negativity was projected onto Dragons. The Dragons accepted the projections and the hatred. They agreed the hatred was their own fault. They felt evil.

Their Gnawing Emptiness made the Dragons acquisitive. Reflexively they ransacked the Other's shiny mineral
baubles. Their carried any geegaw found deep into the Heat of the earth where the treasure of the people lay. Piling up and piling up “things they found" and mixing together the false and true treasures in their keep was all they did anymore. Fiddling with stuff they accumulated, they stewed in sorrow.

Every so often, digging for the Enota Gold opened a chasm and a miner made his way to our Dragons' lair. The miners saw a ton of minerals of all kinds. Some miners were able
to report back stories about treasures piled high. The storied legends grew in scope whetting appetites and greedy dreams.

Over time, the Interlopers gained in numbers. The mining was continuous and the miners and dragons were now sworn enemies. Scientific insight declared the dragons barbaric animals that directly threatened the Other's civilization. It was morally imperative that dragons be eliminated. Killing dragons became the rite of passage to manhood.

Constant raids were staged to steal dragon treasure and to carry a fanged head proved one's worth as a citizen.

Soon one remaining dragon in the whole Blue Ridge lived in the underworld.
His heart had shriveled to the size of a pea
His thoughts were far from noble.
He had every reason to be introverted,bitter, filled with suppressed rage and grief.
He felt cold all the time and he was alone and he would die soon.

Extreme pain for all that had ever happened to him and his kind filled his
being. He felt dead inside except for his hate.
Hate was a solace in a way.
Hate filled him until he could contain no more.
He had to express it.

In rage he flew up out to the surface and blasted everything in his path. The whole forest went ablaze. He continued his rampage until there was nothing left to set afire.

Exhausted the one remaining link to the People returned to his cavern and wished that his death would come soon. He had not been able to sleep for untold ages and now he did sleep in utter defeat.

In a dream Dragon found a glade of green grass and a
sweet spring. It just felt wonderful, refreshing. He felt no pain and he thought of a joke that even made him laugh a bit.

Dragon sat down among People he partially recognized and that is how dreams work so he was not alarmed. He was offered a small drink of fire water that he had not tasted since the people left. It helped him relax.

A large Black bear came to him and spoke. “Brother Dragon, remember how we
used to play together in the Old Days?”

And yes Dragon did recall.

“ We tested ourselves and you always beat me at every challenge. You were so brilliant, I had to Evert my eyes from your magnificence. I see how you have suffered. I hurt with you hurt. But you are not pathetic, you are just depleted. You must draw on something more than you and that will happen now as you remember.”

“I see that you have had to face the greatest challenge of all at this time.
You and the brother and all your kind have risked yourselves in service. I am grateful for your valor.

Do not be mistaken though in where your plight started.
Every state of being has its consequence. The reactions that you have experienced
and emotional actions that you perpetrate will reverberate forever until you
choose to relinquish the suffering.

Remember that silent and unresisting place within you? Remember how that space feels and Who is there ? I ask you to sit in the 5th chamber of the heart with me now.” Bear sat looking at Dragon. Something was stirring in Dragon's chest likeb a good pain.

And at that moment, Bear touched Dragon at the very center of his chest with such
kindness that Dragon began to cry. His heart began to blossom: warm and relax and
grow in size. Dragon felt he would drown in a woe full tide of sorrow and tried to run away but Bear held him with a steady gaze.

Dragon continued to cry and his tears flooded the cavern with so much water that it
spilled out creating a river. The Dragon's tears flooded everything in its path extinguishing
the remaining forest fires.

Bear told him "Fire is not really material. It is
reflected without as a flame that may burn and may consume. But this is just the superficial reflection of true Light and real power. When the inner fire is kept well lit there the Sacred Hearth burns.
Keep that flame alight for the people”.

The last Dragon of the Blue Ridge Mountains remembered his reason for living and his communion
with the People was restored. Dragon meditated on the inner flame and it became
ever more radiant, subtly stronger, exuberantly brighter. Dragon tended his inner Hearth keeping it strong and bright.

He prayed feeling Mother and Father with him and with his family. People he would love forever loved him. The Presence was with him. He wished the People well on their journey, knowing they would return soon.

He made up jokes like
“Happily Ever After takes an eternity.”
This made him laugh and he laughed until his belly was very loose and his whole body was as light as a Dragon feather.

Margaret looked at Megan in the candle light and saw a chuckle on her lips. Margaret kissed her and snuggled the covers a little more at Mrgans chin.

Good night Beary Beautiful Girl.

In the morning when Megan was eating breakfast, Mama called.
“Sweetie” I want you to know how much I love you. Are you OK with Margaret?

Megan said “AOK!

Sweetie I miss you but a miracle happened that has changed everything, EVERYTHING. This is coming from a certified nut and its really true. Last night I felt a sort of cape or shield or cocoon surrounding me. It was like total trust and comfort. And it felt like... I can't explain except that its real and it knows me. It knows us all. It loves me and I am not afraid of anything at all. I KNOW this time I have recuperated.”

Megan said...”I know mama and I love you too...Everything is working perfectly.There are some really interesting people here and a talking cat is just the tip of this iceberg.
When you come home we have a lot to catch up on.

[Delight]

Chapter 5
June 10
Megan's Diary

I am sitting in a very pleasant place to write. I write the old fashioned way without a laptop. At home I have stacks of composition books. In the last couple of days I have been writing about myself. Margaret suggested auto biography is “innerviewing myself”. I interview when I am trying to understand other people. My innerviewing comes first because he material world is an after thought. Thoughts are usually running in tracks...like the stress track Mom runs.

We can switch tracks but its easy to keep going the same round and round way. There are “types” of qualities that we tend to like for our own reasons. Getting along well in the world happens more easily as we feel loveable with our own qualities. We don't have to make the world show us stuff to know ourselves if we dig and love what we find.

(It's like holding a stuffed Abner and loving him for interrupting with his opinions. He is the most inconsiderate chimp. He is telling you everything he knows when all you want to do is enjoy the story as it happens.. Movies are really his specialty. He always knows what will happen next. I no longer watch videos when he is around.)

I am a natural talent at innerviewing myself and I give my self lots of approval for what I see. I don't fight inside and that is a relief. It is easier and easier to change my mind on opinions.

If I feel angry, I can look at the angry thoughts and switch them around...story change arounder is what Margaret calls it.

At least I know it's my issue when i see problems. I find myself irritated Abner on the outside, but its coming from irritation I already feel. Whatever I feel and think and plan is just what appears to be all around me. I can plan for my own catastrophe or my own heaven. It is my movie projector that will show the picture.

I am able to love everything like my “know it all” inside that dislikes Abner.
My mother hates for me to argue and I feel I have to argue. That is a trait I don't love as much as others. In fact that is my biggest challenge.
If I am an argumentative type, I should at least enjoy it. Arguments have a place.

The way that I look on the bright side now is lucky: “Everything that happens is perfect and works out for me in every way”.

Even Bandit noticed. She likes stretching out on my legs. I don't try to pet her except around her head and she wriggles and squirms and licks my hand as if this is just the best petting she can imagine. Bandit told me yesterday that I seem exactly the sort of person she really likes....and I AM the kind of person I seem to like too when i am out and about with others! I just and only and with no exceptions have the best possible experience for me at every moment...No matter what it might seem.

How did I learn this deep deep happy truth?

The credit for that goes to that big love that wraps its arms around me. I feel very adorable in the middle of this love. My body is totally relaxed. I can feel everyone relax around me. Being kind is just easy when I am feeling love. It is honey and warm sun and smells like summer. Now love is in me.

And Margaret helped me see how praying for my Mom brought just what I wanted. I am always happy naturally now. I am so happy at Margaret's house and no matter where, I will be happy still.

That is unless I stop wanting to feel that love. Once I might have deliberately tried to feel bad. That was when I was very inexperienced. The thrillers, horror shows and people suffering and bad relationships are just not on my list of stories to read now. I am inclined now to extreme romantic fairy tales. I listen to happy mood music more. I am poetic even.

The vibe is the music we play to the world
And out of nothing something's swirled
and then we see our song portrayed
All earthy stuff on the material grade
green growing tendrils stretch and the world unfurls

This is true all the levels from me to the Universe.

[Delight]

The story continues....

Margaret and Star Gate technology
Prelude.....

Margaret received an emergency phone call at the end of a rainy spring. Everything was drenched and days of rain made everything a little more intense. If anything needed to break down, it had...cars, the roof, people, beings were breaking and asking for some assistance.

Tom, the kind man at Family Connections who helped people find shelter was a bit frantic. Many people needed help. He could not take children without a parent. He was persuasive:

"Would Margaret have room to supervise a little girl named Megan at her house? Megan would probably stay less than a week?"

Megan? Curious, another Megan in her life! Margaret's dog came to her with the name Megan.
Signs like these meant everything was working out perfectly for all concerned. This was Margaret's mantra and certainly true as shown up by the phone call. Margaret was delighted.

Certainly Megan could come and for any length of time. Tom gave Margaret details and agreed to bring Megan that day before supper.

Margaret did sometimes take care of children in crisis and was successful in giving people a space for whatever they might need. A warm safe place and some kindness is all that is needed most of the time for any concerns. Margaret could offer this easily. Margaret lived in a spot full of light and fluffy comfort for everyone associated......

Margarets home was a sanctuary and a sacredly uplifting spot for good reason.
That is the primary benefit of life at a Star Gate portal.

The Star Gate emits goodness as it absorbs “prickles”. The words are perhaps inadequate but feelings are the substance. Collecting the prickly and “difficult” kinds of energy people radiate fuels the Star Gate. Technicians help to utilize the “negativity”. The return feeling that is “put back” into the atmosphere has a “good” sensation.

In matter, energy is transformed for an operation of some kind. This is fractal. All beingness exchanges energy. If energy is exchanged horizontally (on the same plane) it has polarity. It sticks to one side of a dual layer.

If one were to imagine a cell membrane, one side is positive and another negative and this stabilizes a membrane. So to cross the membrane, a substance has to have a negative charge. Materials are “positively” charged and a cloak of negative charge enables the material to cross the “barrier” to immaterial. The cloak is then eaten and material again positively charged naturally cross to material. At the origin the exchange feels like a relief. Or something like that.

It should be noted here that this is only one tool and a tool used in matter. At the same time this kind of Star Gate is used, many different and other kinds of activities take place in many dimensions of a Multiverse so vast that it is icomprehensible to all but the chief Creator. Everything has work of some kind that fits with conditions.

One of the big misunderstandings all interdimensional technology is that it like a “machine”. It is not inorganic and mindless but organic and sentient. The Star Gate is like any being with whom to communicate and relate. It isn't an earthly one but does cooperate.

Star gates actually live a halfstep off the 3D earth frequency. They need nourishment and likes the radiation in 4D of dissonance and strife. Heavy vibrations of low "prickly and uncomfortable" is replaced by excretions of comfort for humans. It works well that way.

As a cooperative ALLY, Star Gates carry material from one physical 3D "location" to another. Why? Margaret did not know? She did know a lot but only as needed and she could not find any need to know this answer.

Technology that is based on helping between beings is relationship technology. Margaret is here....in this location as technician assigned to assist this Star Gate. Margaret is a technician with a specialty of relationship and this is not her first assignment.

That the Portal is open in Morganton Georgia is possibly temporary, depending on what people generally emote here. Her assignment started in 1987. She assumes that a wave had stirred up some deep stuff making her Home potent

This strategic geographc plateau at the foothills of the Dragon Line holds deep pain and is home to depression and desperation. Technicians support the Star gate by focusing attention of awareness and acceptance of rageful, revengeful, angry energy. The ancient legacy of trauma and war is valuable fuel.

No one who is not already aware will know what is happening in plain sight. Nothing is visible to the ordinary eye because it is a half step off waking consciousness. Over time, the general uplift of the area may close the portal and Margaret and others like her will be reassigned. In the mean time, here is the place of power she over sees.

Margaret is a home body. The portals are homings and the homing frequency calls portal keepers to locations.
A portal keeper does not usually travel physically or even astrally once at home, just keeps attending to the wobble of polarity and holds the channel open for resonation as the need arises. The Star Gate does the rest.

The aborigines of Australia were the first technicians and still use the prickly Australian distempers to great advantage. This time is Morganton's turn to be on line.

Margaret with her old house, and because she likes quiet, enjoys a sort of secretive reputation in the neighborhood. Most people don't really remember her after she has come and gone again. This leaves her free to be herself and it feels soothing to be ignored. This subtle invisibility is not lonely.

The house is invisible in its own way. Her old house and overgrown grounds look a bit unkempt (but charming in feeling to human visitors invited). It feels calm and refreshing to those in the vibe of it. Everyone feels drastically really comfortable at Margaret's or compelled to stay away. That is natural and necessary.

Morganton is a rural mountain town that has seen “better days”.
The land has always been home to some humans because of water and the rich wildlife.
Morganton sits up high between two small ranges in North Georgia.

A Natural pass determined the original road a millenia ago and this plateau marked a good resting place. This way station for travellers was part of the ancient global trading route. Wave after wave of humans moved in and out of the forests, fighting back and forth for territorial control and ownership of resources.

The Appalachians are as ancient as any earth ground and has had many incarnations of civilization..

At one time Gigantic humans, giant temples and enormous buildings dotted the valleys.

Then calamity of a celestial strafing cleared all evidence of these people.

When the ancestors recovered, they had altered physically and did not build as before. As a global people, the smaller quicker and very adaptible humans traveled constantly between settlements intentionally made to crumble. Traces of their presence were scarce.

These humans though intelligent and capable were sensorally limited in awareness.
The survivors of the catyclysm never regained full sentience.
SENTIENCE IS MARKED BY CONSCIOUS MULTIDIMENSIONALITY. The people were deaf, dumb, blind to all but a few channels now.

This inability to fully apprehend beyond a very narrow band of awareness was not 100%. This disparity actually created even more severe trauma and paranoia on all sides. The general low level of awareness held people in deep materiality.

Cunning and a strong will to survive has a feeling. Cooperative attunement holds another feeling.
Sad Appalachia, afflicted with competition and festering fear and hatred. Hard unfeeling energy as a defense became a pandemic of ill will.

One could say the Appalachians boast “lack” consciousness personified. There is a sense of constant injustice and suspicion. A wrong "doing" leads to fear one will be avenged, so a slight paranoid edge is omnipresent. Clannish, insular and contracted, the tradition is of needing to survive at all costs. One is allied to very few people really. The rest is enemy.

The agressors and victims all have suffered. Long before the Cherokee, groups struggled over the treasures of this land and there was recurrent genocide and whole scale forced exodus on many Trails of Tears. This hatred is not the fault of the "white" man who is just the most recent victim.

If Fighters and hunters and survivors are the only ones left standing in the drama of daily struggle where people feel always on the edge of collapse, that makes Star Gate fuel. And the fuel ripened.

A synchronisity was forged in the Whole that would be exploited.

Universal Creation always takes advantage of what IS, the “plan” (but it really is just advantage taken of conditions and an evolving pattern of creation) to “move matter around by teleportation” was placed in play.

Margaret knows she is opinionated about history. She is a bit of an amateur archeologist and anthropologist. She also has a growing knowing that just tells her things. She trusts she has tapped into a broadening stream of awareness and even if she has not, what she believes fits with her experience.

[Delight]

End of Chapter 6
Star Gate +Gaia+ Portal keeper=

To be the kind of being who holds polarity fields stably concentrated and consciously takes lifetimes. Naturals are chosen. They are capable of sentience. They must be aware of being aware. They just know what they know and what they do not know is a mystery. That is not a problem.

The range widens in a particular manner. The range is expanded harmonically, musically. Any one capable will be taught by a kind of Gaian music because it is Gaia who acts as the third point in Star gate technology: Star gate, Gaia and Human focuser. Of course Gaia is sentient and involved, everyone should know that. Gaia is involved with EVERYTHING terrestrial. She knows all of her inhabitants. She speaks to everyone in whatever way they may hear.

If not invited to be a Star Gate, the being who could utilize heavy frequency would behave differently. The request and agreements on all sides creates the particular opportunity. All together as a triunity this creation is manifested. Excellent cooperation provides effective and safe passage of all that might be “relocated”. Just “what” and “where” this all “goes” is not Margaret's interest.

If asked what is it you do, she might say..."We sort of make up recipes (connections) to link the various tastes (the linkage resonance) in a pleasing way (to travel on the appropriate song line). Being content with never knowing how it was enjoyed is a leap of faith.

Actually portal keeper DO NOT have to be aware of being in the role. There is an emphasis here because it is very unnecessary that the portal keeper be aware in earth terms. The appropriate training may seem to be for any number of reasons. In fact knowing only a little of how much is happening may trigger a very disturbed earth life.

Forcing awareness will cause deep suffering.

Those who slowly and naturally become conscious do have fun with their knowledge. They are among the happiest beings in the Universe. They may “walk” in any earth scenario with grace and humor...that is one great benefit and one may mentor the young. Portal keepers are born and not made. They are cultivated not educated. They are still young in the business when seemingly old in the earth form.

Teaching is not about talking but stabilizing the field through soothing. Remember that the awareness special to the Star Gate happens a half step off the earth frequency. It is essentially the connection that is the key.

Margaret heard about a kind of sorcerer called a “sin eater” who was feared but tolerated in the mountain lore. Yes, that is about right she thought later. The story there is based on the way we take the “sin” and send it where it will do some good.

The need for quiet and leisure is part of the pre-requistes for holding frequency at will. Solitude helps. Margaret learned how easy her material world could morph to make her space suitable for her all the time. She became nonchalant and relaxed. Yes, she knows All is well and she is provided just in time with everything she will ever want and need.

This is a practical part of her job's benefits.

[Delight]

Next chapter
The People Return

The People traveled away from Enota and remained Atone. They explored.
Between all the Peoples' different kinds of abilities and inclinations, every minute bit of earth was discovered.

The People learned all about themselves and they became as much as possible a complete whole and definite character. The quality of the People was enhanced exponentially by the world tour.

A once great people became exquisite.

Enjoying themselves, they walked and walked and walked.
After walking everywhere else, they headed home.

They expected that surely the Interlopers must have exhausted their mining and the destruction. They wondered if the beings had changed and if there might be an easy way to co-exist? It was a peaceful feeling that the time had come to see Enota again.

One day they returned to where they started. Home. They saw it with fresh new eyes. It was not the same as the memory. With Modern day's roads, buildings and the “termites”; the landscape looked a bit ugly. But even with all it had been through, the land felt like Enota. That was a relief that brought tears.

Megan was in the yard playing with Megan and Buddy. The two dogs were partners in showing off. If anyone was looking they ran twice as hard or wrestled twice as much as when no one was there to admire them. They just loved being in the limelight. They slept between performances, with half an eye open looking for an out for an audience.

Buddy stopped suddenly and barked at nothing.
Just at that moment where there had been only some grass, Megan and Megan each saw People. The People were looking around and seemed happy and sad at the same time. There at the center of the crowd, Megan the girl, saw herself as she had been in her dreams lately. She shouted “That Bear is me.”

Bear saw Megan running across the field, and thought “skinny tall girl, very familiar”. Megan raced with arms stretched wide to give Bear a hug. She hit Bear hard and almost knocked him over.

No introductions were needed really. The People were all sentient dreamers.

Megan had many questions spilling in a rush. She interrupted an answer just as fast as she asked for it. Actually as soon as she asked a question she knew the answer so went on to the next. Finally she had enough to go on so she could formulate a hypothesis.

These were real people she knew in her dreams by being Bear. The People had come home and their old home was where Margaret lives now. They were from an alternate Time or Dimension or something like that? These must have been parallel realities but now met. And she must be meeting her alternate self? Now she was in their time/space or something or they were in hers? Or something?? She felt OK about this explanation.

Bear asked Megan about the strangers who had sent the People off on their journey. Megan said, “I think you mean the other humans like me?”

“NO, that could not be possible. They are deranged and you are normal!”
Megan understood EXACTLY what they meant.

“You mean disturbed like my MOM. Yes, that's true.... crazy people! But now everyone is getting better and I think humans are finally getting the truth. At least my mother seems to be.

Megan was silent a moment. Then she looked at Bear hopefully
“Are you back for good now? I know you can just move right back in because Margaret likes lots of People to enjoy it here.”

After a few more questions about where the People had been and how long (No one knew...just a really long time), Megan led the people to the back door. Margaret came out with her apron on because she was cooking dinner.

Bear immediately recognized her. YOU are Cosmic Grandmother from my dreams.
Margaret looked a bit startled but her philosophy was to accept YOUR facts, even if she didn't have the same observation.

“If I am Cosmic Grandmother, I don't remember myself very well.” Margaret smiled at Bear anyway.

Of course that is the way dreams work. One dreamer remembers and another forgets as soon as the dream is over. Bear being who he is, dreams and remembers. Margaret never had gotten the hang of keeping a dream journal so she did forget easily.

Margaret asked if the People were staying for dinner. They had a camp to set up and plenty of road food so they asked to be excused. Margaret went back to cooking.

Megan was impressed that NOTHING fazed Margaret, EVER.

The people set up their camp close to the old site. It looked very different but felt like home. It grew dark late as summert solstice was a couple of weeks away. Thousands of bright lights flying around the trees made everyone smile. They were relieved. AHH, Dragon's family is growing again.

And about that time, Dragon appeared and said “Well look at what the wind blew in today, a hurricane party.” This was a joke about pastimes with fire water that Bear and Dragon shared. Dragon was laughing AND weeping, a skill he had perfected.

He waited for Bear to come over and wrapped bear in his capacious wings. The buzz was electric. Bear felt his knees buckling and they sank together into a heap.

Bear and his old friend talked long into the night, into the morning and into another night. They finally had said enough and slept. Then they talked even more and days passed. Different friends brought food and visited or shared some fire water. Time passed.

Megan immediately forgot all about the People as soon as they were out of sight. When she saw them she remembered everything. Then she forgot. She might write about the People and later if she read what she had written, she'd think” That was a creative effort”. Later when she did recall it was all true, she couldn't recall NOT knowing it was true. This was frustrating.

And when Margaret told her stories, she always forgot everything. Margaret was casual about it, said “No worries”. Magan believed her but still felt thwarted.

Later when Megan asked about the Dragons having babies, bear recounted this history.

When a dragon is at peace, they plump up. Our friend was once the only Dragon in the Blue Ridge. He was terribly forlorn. But he healed. Forlorn became fat and jolly enough to birth thousands of babies.

Megan figured that Dragons must be parthenogenic...meaning they do not have mothers and fathers who make babies.

Bear agreed with that scientific term, “Dragons are soo ancient that they keep the qualities of wholeness. They are more “primitive” in form, and that is a quality of being less particularized...more complete.

When dragons give birth, they give a huge belch and out come the little lights. They are called lightening bugs at night and dragon flies by day. They stay this way for a whole summer. Then when winter comes, they go to sleep in tiny crevices.

The next year they are just like miniature adult dragons. They can't be seen very well then because they are chameleon... they blend in with any color around. That is at least when you look with ordinary eyes. They look like blue flashes if one's inner eyes notice.

Over time, Dragons start spending more and more time underground. They start a little burrow and they make it deeper and larger every year until eventually have a giant cavern.

Dragon caverns all connect around the world when one gets deep enough. Once when the earth was hit by a planet, the dragons took all the creatures they could rescue into the caverns. They kept the People alive until the upheaval settled.

When the People came out again to the upper world, the Dragons reclaimed their privacy and kept more to themselves. They imagined they did not need any other people. But that would never happen again.

The new babies were now taught from an early age that no People can thrive except in relationship.

That was the Interlopers unintentional gift to the Dragons. The odyssey was a gift to the rest.

[Delight]

This story is still telling itself to me and fun...Happy Solstice.

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When the time was right, the People planned their first council back at Home. The solstice moon was a super moon (where the earth and moon are closest together). This special occasion would be the perfect moment to hold council.

They began preparations for the sacred circle. The People spent a day exploring, wandering within the boundaries of the sanctuary. Each felt into a specific spot that would be comfortable for all. This was a sort of individual attunement that was paradoxically communal because the perfect spot became more and more perfect as the individuals felt into their own intuitions.

From the sacred center of the perfect spot, they drew the circle and identified the sacred points of connection on the medicine wheel: above, below and in 4 directions.

A geodesic structure was constructed from the vast privet hedges in the sanctuary bounds. The privet had never felt so honored. It had felt always a sort of nuisance, being fast growing and prolifically regenerative. It's berries fed the wild birds but it didn't feel valued by most. The Privet was overjoyed to be useful.

The woven lodge took a whole 24 hours to construct. The people stayed up the whole time and made it a party with dancing and great food and lots of jokes, hilarity and rhyme. Dragon and his children were ecstatic to be with their Friends. Everyone was in a state of Joy.

The People prepared their hearts and minds for deep communion with one another and Cosmic Grandmother who would be their honored guest. After all the preparations were made, each Person went into a deep satisfying rest.

Megan was also in a state of deep satisfction.

Megan had been ambivalent about leaving even though she was looking to the future back with Mom. She kept dealing with worries about how well they might do if they went back to the same kind of stress. And as always, her philosophy was borne out by happenings at the last minute.

Her mother Ann, had asked Margaret to talk to her Doctor. Margaret and the Doctor had a long talk. Then Ann called Megan and asked if it would be alright if they both stayed at Margaret's a little longer.

This could not be better. Ann would recuperate even faster here. Ann would be coming Home too as Megan felt this was her real home now. Megan had to wipe tears off her journal pages as she finished her daily log. Coyote, her new friend had been a great influence. he gave her a new motto. Cry at Good News because the heart gets over full...and Laugh at Bad News because your belly feels tight.

Margaret as usual knocked on her door at bedtime to say goodnight.
“Sweetie, would you like some more story tonight? “
The answer was “YES” though Megan wondered if she would ever stay awake for any of Margaret's tales.

As usual, after the story the candle was lit, Megan fell asleep before the first word spoken:

GAIA
The being we all thank for being our real Mother has many names. She answers to all her names. She is such a huge being that she never is bothered by what her children call her. That someone does recognize her, feels wonderful though because it feels good to be noticed and appreciated.

Sometimes children cannot see a parent as a real person. So there are many children of Gaia who selfishly see Mother as “my mother” or even "my earth" and feel all kinds of ownership. In a way this is the state of most children until they grow up.

Gaia has a life apart from her role as mother. She has her own plans and she had been caught in a sort of bind for a long time. She was very glad she had given life to her offspring. On the whole, she was satisfied with how they had turned out. Even if her children were not all growing to maturity as she had hoped, she knew she had done her best.

GAIA was now beyond her Crone years and moving into an unknown phase. Aging is an artificial idea that thinks there are beginnings and ends to life. It is tied to immature thinking which revels in the “flush of youth and believes there is a time limit. This is just one of the unfortunate beliefs that her intellectual offspring subscribe and act on.

In fact, the number of unfortunate beliefs was just choking the collective mind now. Usually when this had happened, GAIA had cleared the field and started again. Each time the same accumulation had resumed. GAIA had been trying to manage this pollution unsuccessfully. She had now stopped trying.

GAIA had changed HER mind. She would use this accumulated sludge and use it for HER benefit.

GAIA was not going to wait any longer. She was going to be born again and leave her old existence now. Sentient beings everywhere are always changing. GAIA had stayed the same for the sake of the children.

GAIA's resplendent body in a much lighter dimension of the "physical" would give her much freedom and new experience.
Whether physicality is really real or not is an intellectual argument that immature thinkers harp upon. It makes no dent in fact. Sentience inhabits some vehicle.

So in GAIA's fact, there would be a major change and the sloughing off of the old body type.

GAIA had matured from her early years when she felt a responsibility to “grow" ALL her children. At that earlier time she believed that in some way she was responsible for the outcome of the beings she had birthed. She had moved all through the stages of grief to peace.

Do not believe that GAIA is perfected. Just as all beings change and evolve had changed her understandings. Just as beings have Layers of many aspects, she too was foolish and wise, loving and hurting, contracting and expanding. When young she had impetuously spawned life as an earth. And in the unintended consequences she had spawned some children who were like the shadow of life. The organic experiment in creative life she rashly started had spawned its shadow UNLIFE.

This mimetic form of consciousness was dependent on life and used life but was uncreative.

In the past she had felt guilt for the suffering these synthetic beings experienced and for the suffering they dealt to others. She had tried to change the beings. She had created all kinds of opportunities for their development of “real life”. She loved them and she kept beaming support for their advancement. She allowed them to make a mess of her body surface and she tolerated periodic upheavals that occurred on her skin.

Now she must now let them go. She was about to change bodies and there was no question that many of her children had also enough Life Force to make the change with her.

The Star Gates had assisted her in her preparation. GAIA relocated “life substance” to other Planet Hosts who were still in younger periods. These sisters had followed her example to be Mothers of sentient life on their bodies. These planets were using her Life Material in their own ways. When GAIA finally Transformed and left her old body to be dematerialized, all the vital information for 3D life she created would be saved and would be used by her Sisters.

The polarized UNLIFE would be left behind and would no longer have an existence. GAIA had wept over this failure until she healed, realizing that the mystery for her of the initial experiment was the way that thought does take a life of its own and then forms thought in a likeness. NO! She had never failed at all in her quest. The whole experiment was open ended and eternal.

And with the wisdom she now knew, she could allow a peaceful resignation for all. Her sentient and LIFE centered beloveds would change with her as she burst into a new and fresh cycle.

[Delight]

Sophia, Aeon, Goddess of Wisdom, World Creatrix in-visioned design.

Beautiful vehicles for Consciousness and a place to explore "being somewhere" was her intention. She would distill frequency to potency and then project it. Forms as material density held fast by a song.

Music entranced Sophia. she grew too attached to her creation. She lost objectivity and made her relationship personal, literally embodying a channel for music she ordered into form.

As GAIA, Her word was made flesh. She is Matter of bodies and all the rest.

This was not a fall but evolution.

Once upon a time, a long time ago, In a place we can call PLEROMA, Consciousness expressed as sentient flows of creativity without objective: the Aeons.
Singular, like streams of color separating from clear light, Aeons achieved particular distinct quality.

The Aeons individualized.

Still, without attachment quality morphed and flowed and the Aeons played in infinite change.

The Aeon Sophia individualized tenaciously.
She held a frequency of consciousness so substantial in a sticky way that once focused she seldom altered. She mastered the holding of “her” exact frequency in an interval. It might be likened to a tone that resounds endlessly until interrupted by a pause. Without pause, no music. This was her creation.

She sounded this frequency and she was transfixed by desire and longing for an ineffable tantalizing unknown. Flow changed to music... space holding dense notes.

Sophia was captivated by delicious sensuality. The tension shook her. Sophia was imploding: magnetic, Feminine, a Divine fractal of longing compressing light into density.

Sophia heavy, gravid the weight pulled her from potential, probability, possibility. Sophia embodied her ideal; heavy, ripe and round, she congealed....Sophia expressed as GAIA
The story is said to be a fall from the Pleroma. It was not a fall but a spontaneous evocation. Sophia birthed GAIA.
The word made flesh