Finally found time to sit down and write
again. Life is somewhat missing when I stay away from this
expression for too long ... whether that be a month, a week, or even a
day at times. This is what allows me to recharge my spiritual
batteries. Though I have started reading metaphysical books
again. It seems that I go through cycles, some long and some
short. Perhaps all of us do. Though, they don't seem to be
regular or predictable cycles. That is OK. I'm open to
taking life as it comes. Though, I do question whether I am truly
living the life that I was meant to live. Then, I've wondered
about that for some time now. At times, it seems that I am out of
my element ... a stranger in a strange land. The new management
job has given me the opportunity to stretch a lot in the work
environment. That is good. It seems that I need to stretch
in other ways as well. My body is far more stiff than it should
be at my age. The stiffness and rigidity are signs of
something. No, not of any particular disease necessarily.
Rather, of a state of mind that is less flexible than it could be ...
than it should be. Overall, I consider myself fairly
openminded. But, how do I determine if that is true or not.
"Fairly" suggests a degree of relativity.
Of what would we speak this evening? As usual, we do what we know
how to do. We allow spirit to express through us as she
will. I know of no other way to express. In general, I have
very little to say. But the voice that speaks here has
communicated volumes. To date, in excess of 4 million words have
flowed forth. Though of late, the flow has been irregular and
infrequent. With winter fast approaching there is a sense that
this will change. 11/11 is an auspicious day. It will be
particularly so in another 6 years on 11/11/11. That hasn't
happened for a millenium. This marks the 9:The Hermit anniversary
at my present company. There is a sense that I may be working
here for some time to come.
Another 17 months and we reach my first Easter birthday. I
anxiously look forward to that. There is something special that
is meant to happen in the five year span between 4/8/07 and 4/8/12, my
second Easter birthday. I've known this since 1972 when I first
discovered when my birthday would be on Easter. At the time,
however, the dates were 35-40 years in the future and I was only
14. Now, I am 47 and we are only 1.5-6.5 years away. It
will be here in no time. If only I knew what was in store.
What I need to know will be unveiled when I need to know it. Yet,
why was the seed planted over 33 years ago? Why did I need to
know that then? And what made it so significant that I remembered
it. Actually, for a time I remembered it incorrectly as 2005 and
2011. Hmm ... it is curious that I would remember that as
well. Easter is a time for resurrection, for rising from the dead
after 3 days as Master Jesus did. Is something like that in store
for me? I've been biding my time for awhile, drifting wherever
spirit would have me go. I have no need to be a master of this
world. I reserve my mastership for other domains, domains that I
might call home. Jesus said "in my Father's house are many
mansions, I go to prepare a way for you". I have no spiritual
relationship to a Father God or a Mother Goddess. Though, spirit
to me always seems to have a feminine nature. That is just how I
experience her. So, what am I here to do? Surely, there is
some difference I would make by being incarnate at this time on this
planet. Somehow, this expression has something to do with
that. I am meant to use this gift in some way that is of great
service to a great number. That can only come through the
expression of ideas ... ideas that take root in the minds and hearts of
people and thus change lives. A life changed, never returns to
its original self. A great idea, once accepted, forever changes
the recipient. My tool is writing. The words that spirit
expresses through me are a gift from spirit to the world. I
gladly give up a part of my free time to be a part of this. So,
let the show begin ...
Of what would we speak tonight? We would sing the praises of
spirit. Why? Because she is deserving of all the praise
that we can give her. How can I know this? I just
know. I trust that the magic of the process of consciousness
expressing in flesh is truly divine. What is divine, is also holy
... and sacred. A spiritual life is indeed worth living.
Yet, it is one that one must awaken to. There are many still in
their slumbers. They for the most part are not ready or able to
awaken, at least not yet. Though, with patience, they can be
shown the way. That reminds me of a song:
I believe the children are our future.
Teach them well and let them lead the way.
This is not conventional wisdom.
The elders have traditionally been the wise ones. But, this song
turns the tables, putting the children in a place of leadership.
They have the genetic wiring to handle what is to come. And, what
is to come? It is not clear that this is for me to know. At
least, not yet. Only time will tell. What good is it to
speak of changes if I know not what they will be or when they will
come? I speak so because I so moved. Remember, it is not me
who speaks, but one who would use this vessel in this manner. Oh,
I am fully conscious of the process. But, I am somewhat tranced
out as well. How do I describe it? Here consciously but not
here simultaneously. The doer and the watcher, the creator and
the created, the vessel and the consciousness flowing through it.
Of all of these things I am aware.
So, what is it that we choose to be? How do we choose to live our
lives? Make a difference!
Ensure that the world becomes a better place as a result of your
having lived. Keep trying things and doing things until you
succeed. "children" = 38934955 = 3/11/20/23/27/36/41/46. I
was expecting something else. 46 = Happy Home = 2 x 23. Hmm
... Six of Cups is indeed appropriate. The meaning suggests that
it will be the children that make the Earth into a Happy Home for
all. That is what the transformation to the new age is all
about. That is why we came at this time. There is a grand
transformation in progress, and we chose to be here at this particular
junction in history. History has been "his story" for far too
long. It is time for the scales to be balanced making this a time
for "her story" to be expressed ... and perhaps even "their
story". Hmm ... the ir = 99 story. I've worked with 78 and
88 for over a dozen years. 99 = 9 x 11, a form of 9-11.
This is 9:The Hermit x 11:Justice.
2005 = 2025(99). 2025 = 45 x 45 = 5x9 x 5x9.
2005(99) = 1985. That makes 2007(99) = 1987, the year that I
married Gini. 2012(99) = 1992, the year that I wrote the
resolutions that changed my life completely. 1993 was the year of
spiritual fire, the year that I was diagnosed as bipolar. Hmm ...
a simple offset of one number in the base turned future events into
significant past events. This is the first time that this
particular transformation has come forth.
I AM THAT I AM THAT YOU ARE! Be Happy and Create Well!
LOVE,
Wayne
BEYOND
IMAGINATION: Creating the Foundations for a New World