"The Next Level,  Part 3"

 

A Study of Activation, Evolution and Discovery of Personal Power

Facilitated by Daniel Jacob

Series Index

The Reconnections on "Magnetic Pole Shifts"

 

"Out of Our Heads, Into Our Senses"

Rapture.  Now there's a great word to entertain at this point in our journey.  There are many Christians who hold tightly to a belief in what is called "The Rapture of the Church."  Some believe in it to such an extent that I have seen bumper stickers on cars, reading:  "In case of Rapture, please take over the wheel!"  The concept comes from a passage in the New Testament, wherein the Apostle Paul (aka Master Hilarion) speaks about Christ's Second Coming to redeem his Bride (the Church), and take "her" home to enjoy a Marriage Feast of the Lamb. In that passage, Paul states:   

 
"For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first: then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord. Wherefore comfort one another with these words."  ( I Thessalonians 4:16-17)
 
The term "rapture" comes from the Vulgate version of the Bible, wherein the expression "caught up" is portrayed by the Latin word "raptūro".........from which we derive our popular alternative term for "passion."    
 
Ah, to be "caught up" in heavenly passion!  To be "carried away" with the magic of a moment!     
 

Wishing Upon a Star

 

I received a sweet letter recently from a 29 year old Star Child, living in Europe.  She had stumbled upon one of our web sites (www.thestarchildren.com), and was SO EXCITED to find words that described her perfectly---the way she lives, moves through life, and the hopes she carries in her heart.  This letter is so typical of many such letters I receive.  That, alone......in my book.... is proof that Children of the New Earth are absolutely real!  There are many Star Kin alive and well today---though we appear to be scattered, strategically, all over the planet.  In this regard, the Internet has been one of our greatest gifts of all!   

She went on in her letter to talk about her personal gifts:  Healing, Empathic Connection, Clairvoyance, Clairaudience......(we each have our own particular "mix" of these Gifts)......and then ended her letter by telling me:     

 "Since I was 8,  I keep looking at the sky at night and just pray that one day, soon, I can finally go home.  I know I don’t belong here, but I also know I volunteered to come and help share what true Love is. I work in the Health Care Industry. I had hoped to help more people in my current job, but all I see is that people are just not ready! it is so, so hard, and although I am surrounded by many people, I feel lonely… I miss my true family, I miss sharing what I can see and feel and do with someone that won’t think I am crazy or won't understand what I am saying at all." <end excerpt>

I responded with a warm letter of welcome, and shared a poem with her that I wrote several years ago.  It's called "Waiting to be Ready," inspired by the movie "E.T., the Extraterrestrial."  Do not all of us, at some time, long to be able to "phone home," and call for a Heavenly Ship to take us away? 

I WISH WE'D ALL BE READY

My young friend's observation that "people just aren't ready" makes me think of a song my friend Myra and I used to sing, back in the early 1970s. It deals with the Rapture, which is portrayed in the song as happening "in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye".......snatching away Christ's Church from the planet, and leaving "unbelievers" to fend for themselves through societal storms which have long been predicted in the scriptures.  The song was called "I Wish We'd All Been Ready," written by Larry Norman.  (Click the link and turn on speakers to hear a rendition of it, done by a modern young Christian group)  

Myra had an amazing voice in those days.  It was deep, like Karen Carpenter's.  When we sang together, I would sing high and she would sing very low, and people who heard us said the unified blend of our voices gave them chills. The song is intentionally manipulative. It's goal is to instill fear in the hearts of those who haven't officially gone through the accepted "process" for becoming a bona fide   Christian. Myra and I would go to College Classes and sing for the students, testifying of our faith in Jesus.  I'm sure there are young people just like Myra and I, doing the very same things today.

I chose to leave the formalized church in 1981.  I still believe in Jesus (he's a key member of the Reconnections), but all that religiosity eventually became too heavy for me:  fire, brimstone, rules and regulations.  And twenty-five years later, the exclusive tone of Christianity seems to be getting worse, not better.  

Why is it we're all sitting around, waiting for "pie in the sky, by and by".....when there is a world of wonder unfolding every moment of the day?  What if, instead of happening at some set moment in human history, Rapture calls out to us several times a day, every day of the year?  Wouldn't it STILL be possible to be left behind........choosing "tribulation" instead of joy and feasting in a beautiful, Multidimensional Now?   In a Multiverse, it can be BOTH, and much more. The world is what each creator makes of it. 

LETTING GO OF FEAR, OPENING TO LOVE

Perfect Love IS all around us.  It's not always obvious, unless one has the eyes to see and appreciate it.  It has no denomination, religion, or creed.  Yet everyone who sees, feels, or hears about it.....recognizes it immediately.

The Reconnections put it this way in their very first transmission: 

"As we progress into this time period you call "The Transformation" or the "End Times," it seems very appropriate now for us to share with you a new level of seeing---a gradual realignment of viewpoint which will become a conduit from the focused, narrowly defined "Reality Box" you chose for yourselves when you entered the Earth Plane of existence.

In a very real way, the shift from what you call "Three Dimensional Thinking" to what is called "Multidimensional Thinking" IS that Transformation. In your Biblical literature, this change is described as occurring "in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye." My Dear Friends, the "twinkling" being referred to there is the SHIFT that occurs when your perspective of who and what you are changes from the fragmented, lonely minute being you once thought you were to a clear comprehension of your true Self and your relation to all existence Everywhere. And the only change that occurs is one of VIEWPOINT."  <end excerpt>

Someone once made a statement which still echoes in my mind.  He said:  "It's not the things we've done that will haunt us as when we lay on our death bed.  Mostly, it will be remembrance of things we COULD HAVE DONE BUT DIDN'T."

As I look back over my life, I can remember occasions where I could have flown high with Perfect Love, but chose not to. Maybe I was too busy, afraid of rejection, or fearing that I would be judged by others. Maybe what was offered seemed too far outside my comfort zone.  Who knows about these things?  When a spirit call comes, do we still have the courage and presence of mind to answer?     

"Those who don't follow their spirit without hesitation, usually end up following their hesitation without spirit." 

~Savizar, Extraterrestrial Earth Mission.


"OUT HERE ON MY OWN"

click here, turn on speakers

Remember Teresa, and her personal challenge to heal from her recent relationship break-up, and begin experiencing her own Next Level? 

She continues with her story:   

"I was reading an old book the other day...... 'Women Who Run With The Wolves'. It was all about 'SHE' and 'HER'. It began to get on my nerves. I realize now that I yearn to know the HE. To trust and surrender to HIM.  Everything I recognize on the outer is because I already know it on the inner.  I am done with seduction and its inherent fear. I lived with my father for twenty one years, my husband for fourteen years, and my partner for seven years.  I am done with the voodoo doll and the butterfly in the glass case.  So where is the love? In my dreamtime, there were a line of suitors at my door. I met the first one at the reception desk of a university library. He was Arabic. Someone told me he was the son of one of the families of the power elite. The right side of his body and the left side of mine melded as he showed me a book. My head rested perfectly and naturally on his shoulder.  He placed a quartz and amethyst heart shaped pendant around my neck. The colours of the crystals were washed out.  There was the tiniest hint of oiliness about him.  He will not do!  The game quickens apace. Am I ready to meet my own Self?"  <pause narrative>

We can never integrate our internal opposite until we first learn how to accept the energy we birthed ourselves to be in physical space.  If a (gender) male refuses to learn INITIATIVE, out of fear or laziness, his ability to receive will be seriously hindered.  If a (gender) female refuses to learn to RESPONSIVENESS and RECEPTIVITY, out of anger or resentment, her ability to initiate will be seriously hindered.  Manipulation is not initiative.  Acquisition is not receiving.  They come from different sides of the brain. There was a time when living according to cunning and determination seemed like an adventure, an ego challenge. But if a person is trying to function at this current planetary vibration, willfulness can be a serious hindrance. What is attained through effort or cunning must be sustained through the same means. After awhile, that becomes quite tedious.

Teresa continues........

"I did something I've not done before while swimming naked in the sea. I put my legs into a full lotus, waved water and meditated with the wavelets bumping my chin.  Then I scooped out a hollow and placed my head in the sand and went upside down so I could gaze at the sky, the horizon and the sea. Then I skipped a round until I had made a circle on the sand. I lay down and relaxed in the middle of my circle. Tonight, I have been invited to a party. I  meet my own Self everywhere, always.  Am I truly ready to remember?  Or, like a child at bedtime, do I cry, "Just a moment more, Mama!"

I went to the beach again this morning. And there, in the car park was the same young man I'd seen twice before. 

As I walked past, he joined me. "Do you mind?" he asked.

"Not at all," I said enjoying his handsome face.

"I saw you on Saturday evening," he said. 

"I remember," I said. 

"How interesting," I thought to myself.  Usually I bring bathers, but today I'd gotten a fresh towel from the linen chest and had left my bikini on the washing line. I would be swimming naked.  We walked through the conservation area, arrived at the beach and I told him how I'd waded into these waters up to my breasts, and a seal had come by. It had a large, chocolate brown head like a Labrador. Last night, I read more from Clarissa Pinkola-Estes:

'Jung said, "It would be far better to admit our spiritual poverty... When spirit becomes heavy, it turns to water... Therefore the way of the soul...leads to the water." The return to home and the intervals of conversing with the seal from a rock in the sea are our acts of innate and integral ecology......for they all are a return to the water, a meeting with the wild friend, the one who above all others loves us unremittingly, unguardedly, and with profound endurance. We need only look into and learn from those soulful eyes that are wild, wise and loving.' 

The young man had planned to swim naked, too.  As we stripped off and waded into the water, he cast a swift, expert, almost imperceptible glance up and down my front. I swam underwater for a bit, and then I came up.

"I thought I'd lost you," he said. 

 "There are no sharks in these waters," I responded back.

We were swimming in front of a piece of land I want for a business project I'm working on with my partners. I chatted about the vision I have for the project. He came in very close for an instant....predatory.... enough to make me gasp inwardly and then he swam back a touch. 

Back on shore, he lay back on his tiny, black towel. I wrapped myself in my big, pink one. I put on my white cotton t-shirt and white cotton knickers and balanced-stretched on my left leg, then on my right as is my wont after swimming. He put on his brown t-shirt and pale pink and brown shorts. I put on my red cotton bottoms, my red cotton top and stuffed my bra in my pocket. 

I noticed his gold wedding ring. He told me he was half Greek. I asked about his wife. He said that she is afraid of birds, lives in the North of England and is busy.  I told him how, once when I was crying, I'd waded into these waters up to my breasts, and a swan had come by and I'd raised my arms as it spread its wings. He said a swan had attacked his wife when she was a baby.

We walked back. I picked four blackberries and offered him one. "I don't do fruit," he said.  Hehe. This man has come out of MY belly! This "young buck" (as you called him, Daniel, when we spoke about it on Monday) with his perfect body, sculpted penis and dark eyes..........

"See you again," he said.

"That would be nice," I thought.

He's a married carnivore. I wonder if he does lunch?"

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Ah yes!  That's the spirit...............let's get all that shadow stuff out right up front.  There's even a great erotic dream in here somewhere involving a werewolf.  I'll save that for later. On a lighter note............ 

Teresa's insult at watching her former partner ride off into the sunset with a younger woman has suddenly been turned around.  The universe loves to do this. He had a "normal" journey ahead of him ---baby carriages, a lawn to mow on Sunday, a house with a picket fence. God bless him, he's a Muggle!  She, on the other hand, has already raised a lovely daughter, and is far happier swimming naked in the ocean, dancing with swans. She's headed for the Next Level.  Apparently......she won't be always be alone, either!  Was that former relationship a failure, or did it simply complete itself?  Living within a relationship paradigm which still embraces the idea of "till death do us part".....it's hard for us to expand ourselves into something more merciful and true.  Isn't a part of grieving simply a way of saying to the universe:  "I don't know if I want to go on, just yet.........?"  And isn't that perfectly okay, for a season?   

"Shall I arise and give you my courage
not to fight and maim within shadows
but to embrace the beauty of all that is
yes, even when what is, will not?"

~Russ Njust.

Our discovery of RAPTURE begins with the laying aside of excess busy-ness.  People today are so determined........so compelled to run, run, run!  Remember what that young man told Teresa about his wife?  "She is afraid of birds, lives in the North of England, and is BUSY."  Doesn't it stand to reason that he would be open to meeting a swan in the water, some sunny afternoon? And would that be so terrible?  Some would like us to think so.  Fear of flying.  Insecurity about abandonment. Jealousy and fear about getting "too much, too fast." 

A person could simply get carried away............

CLICK HERE:  TURN ON SPEAKERS

Who's to say
What's impossible
Well they forgot
This world keeps spinning
And with each new day
I can feel a change in everything
And as the surface breaks reflections fade
But in some ways they remain the same
And as my mind begins to spread its wings
There's no stoppin' curiosity

I wanna turn the whole thing upside down
I'll find the things they say just can't be found
I'll share this love I find with everyone
We'll sing and dance to Mother Nature's song
I don't want this feeling to go away.

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"Upside Down,"  Lyrics by Jack Johnson.

 


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