Love Vs Separation
Hello fellow travelers. wow, since I last wrote, we've seen many peoples of the world rising up and overthrowing their governments, losing their fear and standing up for their humanity. And many, especially in Libya, have had the willingness to risk death to bring liberation from tyranny.
My own mind is mirroring this process for sure. My ego mind is much like Ghadafi, ruling over maybe his own front yard now, but still defiant and quite resistant to turn and surrender into the force of his own un-doing. My mental body does not like the prospect of surrendering to be in my body, to abandon the incessant attempts at creating abundance through thinking and plotting and planning. Last night, My own mind turned in upon itself and realized the futility of its own identity. it has always lived under the delusion that it's activity was bringing abundance to the self, but now it realizes that it's very identity is the active rejection of presence and the active rejection of being in the body. And of course there can be no true joy without embodiment.
so now, even knowing all this, the unraveling is slow like a stand off between all the inertia of the psyche and the persistent demand to turn toward the collective, the heart and the body to participate in the joy that is presence. This morning it felt like Frank was operating on my mind as he was reaching into a bowl with a spoon. My team of surgeons was busily dismantling all the last strong holds of my cognitive identity.
We made love last night, our bodies covered in coconut oil. The feminine and the child parts of myself, swimming in a sea of presence with my beloved, and yet my mental body standing there poised with his gun, hating every second of it. What a strange situation, he the gatekeeper to my felt passion. He, that still, has the power to render me limp and dead with now passion. This part of myself still holds a deep and very strongly pervading hatred, rage and great resistance to any sexual contact, actually a deep and pervading hatred of anything that makes me remember I am in a body. I have yet to have penetrated into the core traumas which deny me access to this body as a place of pleasure. I know this is coming in time. There is so much patience required, to trust that all layers are emerging into consciousness at their perfect time. And so Frank and I continue asserting the vibration of lovers into the passive dead field of the mind's festering rage, like a plea that won't be silenced, like a sled dog team that must get through to deliver the medicine to a dying people. This is our iditerod! Like architects of a tantric temple that have a contract to build this thing in the middle of a war site, and even though the cold, hard anger and pain of war is all around, we continue through the terrain, carrying the sacred wood and the vibrantly-colored, silk fabrics of glorious beauty through the frozen army poised with guns in enemy stance. The architects of the promise of beauty and joy will not be stopped. They will anchor love into this barren and pain-filled place, and by the time the job is done, every army man will be dancing, immersed in the sweet celebration of love and communion that this temple will bring.
The template of lover and beloved will overcome the template of enemy patterning that has long governed this Earth and held the triune frequency of resurrected dna hostage under it's grip of rage and unforgiveness.
And within my marriage to Frank, all these elements are at play as they are over the current grid of Earth. This is why, even though a hundred times we have talked of givng up and going where the army is not, the love in our hearts and the commitment to this work will not allow him to leave. I have always been in it for the long hall, feeling the mission and the purpose from the very beginning when we truly wanted to kill each other much of the time. I knew there was incredible potential to bring love and unity into a very dark place if we could stay together. But Frank, he has wanted to leave so many times, but something in him must know what is happening at a deeper level because he stays. 13 years of marriage to this project and here is our pact!
The pact of the lovers
We will dare to make love every day outside the door where the govt. of division and hatred is still actively convening until the iron doors come down and this glorious essence of lover and beloved saturates every parameter of the mind of separation consciousness, bathing and swimming in the ecstasy and rapture of the dawning of the perpetual circuit of love thoughout mind, spirit and body for this self, this relationship and for all of humanity and our mother Gaia.
Last night my spirit guides told me that if I were to measure the trauma and the pleasure quotient of these many lives on Earth and on off Earth planets. It would come up at least 80% torture, with 20% or less weighing in with the possiblity of pleasure associated with this body. This is why the mental body says, "No way, I am just not going to surrender to this hell hole!" But there are new parts of me now that know that the past can be washed away in the glory of this now moment, that in the miraculous vibrations of the reunion with full soul essence here in this body, all the cummulative torture horror can be resurrected into remembered joy. yes Love can embody here within this Earth and as it does it heals all!!! all that has gone before. And so I continue. And so... "long live love, let it overcome every system of separation, let it lift up all the world!!!" We will not give up. Here's to the full installment of tantric temples all over this beautiful Earth and ever more houses for the celebration of the ecstatic communion between heaven and Earth.
Honoring the unity architecture of the star children
And here's to structures and systems that support, ever more, the amazing genius of the star children of today. May they sing and dance and explore and seek and be free to spiral into the glory of their spirit, mind, heart, body union which serves as our beacon to the return into our full potential selves. Here at the lead-up to planetary ascension, may we surrender our systems of separation and mind-numbing education to the genius of their authentic beauty, creativity and advanced neurological configurations that are showing us and leading us to our future identity as galactic humans.
And so, on March 1st, we March forth!
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