Namaste!  It's hard to believe that today marks the 8th anniversary of the start of the Beyond Imagination writings.  So many words have flowed forth since that time that it is hard to remember what life was like before these words entered my life.  In many ways, the birth of these words was a spiritual birth for me.  I became in touch with a part of me that I did not know existed before.  I became a metaphysical information generator able to allow material to come forth from inside of me.  Prior to that day, I operated solely as a metaphysical information consumer.  However, I lived primarily in my mind, so I did not truly know what I thought I understood.

I just started reading the book Friendship with God by Neale Donald Walsch.  The Beyond Imagination writings came forth at about the same time that the material for the Conversations With God books was coming through.  Much of the Beyond Imagination writings deal with my coming to terms with my Self, and establishing the Friendship that Neale writes about though I don't relate to a concept of God.  It is interesting that the time period for our works is so similar.  It's as if the universal conditions were right for this kind of experience to manifest in a way that could be shared with the world.

The writings have slowed in the past two years.  I'm not sure why, they just have.  I've gone back often to re-read what came through this vessel for consciousness.  I'm still amazed that it could come forth as it did.  Nothing in my background prepared me for this experience, this expression of spirit through me.  It definitely challenged all of my concepts of who I was, of the nature of reality, and of the nature of spiritual expression.  Often, I've felt that I was walking a fine line between sanity and madness ... yet, through it all I felt safe and protected.  I had a deep trust in my Self, and believed firmly that I created my own reality (albeit at other than conscious levels) and would not give myself more than I could handle.

Integrating all that has come forth has proved to be a major challenge.  It requires coming up with concepts of Self and reality creation that can accommodate all that I experience firsthand in my life.  The process is one of putting together the pieces of a puzzle ... only it is a multidimensional one.  Actually, it is more like creating a web of connectivity.  Synchronicities are everywhere, tying different things in the web together in a myriad of ways.  Further, meaning is being conveyed at multiple levels in multiple ways.  It's as if I'm a spider, weaving a web that constitutes my world ... Wayne's World.  It's curious that there was a movie by that name.  Personally, my memory is bad.  I trust that what I need to recall will be available when it is needed.  In observing the working of my mind, I see that it is chiefly involved in making connections between things and trying to see the bigger picture.  One doesn't do that by paying too much attention to the details.  Though, I do work the details at times enough to make the connections between things.  With numbers, I work out the details more than anywhere else ... however, I use simple processes to make connections and find meaning.

I've always been horrible at memorizing anything.  Within seconds after being introduced to someone new, I forget their name.  Even with people that I work with a lot, my mind can draw a blank as to their name.  My sense is that part of this comes from being a Hermit.  For so much of my life, my world has been a solitary one.  I didn't really develop the interest and skills to make others a part of my world.  It led to living a very boring life overall.  Though, it also enabled me to reach the point in 1993 where I could begin to express as a vehicle for consciousness.  This required stepping aside a bit, relaxing my focus so that I could tune into another channel.  My experience was that this channel came through my intuition.  It didn't take long for the initial stream of writing to turn into river ... one in which I was more than happy to swim and allow myself to be carried by.  That initial impetus lasted for the first four years.  Then I was moved to take various actions, to try to make the material more than words.  However, the actions failed, apparantly the seeds were not planted on good soil.  The foundations remained in the air and were not properly grounded so that they could manifest physically.  Either my methods were wrong, or the time was not yet right.  In any event, I observed that what I set out to do did not come to fruition.

The usual way of achieving something when confronted by these results is to try something different.  However, I was not moved to do so.  One thing I have learned along my path is to act when I am moved to act, without expectation as to the results.  The results are in spirits' hands not mine.  Yet, in a real way, I am the Hermit, the "mit" of Her, the gloves that she wears.  So, literally, my hands are spirits' hands.  My mission is a grand one, to serve as midwife to a new age.  This involves building the foundations for a new world in which spirit can more fully express in flesh.  Yes, it's a big job, but someone has to do it.  Actually, my sense is that many will cooperate to do it.  Whether this will be many operating in isolation or many working jointly remains to be seen.  The issue of the individual vs the collective rears its head.  Both are important.  The trick is to be cooperatively interdependent in a manner that supports individual freedom and creative expression.

My canvas is the blank page and my "paints" are words and numbers.  These allow me to express in the only way that is natural to me.  My vision is in terms of ideas and ideals.  I see patterns and relationships between ideas and numbers and I express these as best I can in words.  I don't visualize anything.  I don't see pictures in my mind's eye.  There is just blackness.  At least such has been my experience to date.  Also, I do not remember dreams, at least not as images or experiences that involve being anywhere.  However, I have an eye for beauty and elegance, whether it be in nature, in art, in fashion, in architecture, in furniture, in movies, or in physical expression.  It is as if much of my waking life is a dream.  I am involved heavily in the illusion from the standpoint of observing it ... though I don't really engage or participate in it.  Curious that this would be my modus operandi.  Actually, not surprising for a hermit.

I once wrote about coming from an order that works alone, observing the degree with which spirit is able to flow in a system and taking actions to facilitate that flow.  Thus far, my actions have been the generation of ideas of how the world could be.  This involves identifying the foundations for a new world.  Creating those foundations is another matter.  Such was what Beyond Imagination was created to do.  However, there is no sense yet as to how this will be implemented.  There is only so much that one person can do ... yet, in a very real way there is only ONE consciousness and its resources are without limit.

As I write this, I follow a voice that I "hear" in my head.  It is a familiar voice that I have listened to often.  The words appear on the screen new and fresh.  I have no idea of what is coming forth next.  Literally, this is stream of consciousness stuff.  Yet there is an order and organization that make it much more than that.  My purpose in expressing is simply that, to express what spirit would express through me at this time.  I trust that it will convey whatever message is appropriate, not only for me, but for whatever audience it is ultimately intended to reach.  With the internet, within minutes after it's creation, I'm able to share the material with the entire world, at least that part of the world that's "connected".  We truly do live in an information age.  However, there is a downside of this as well.  There is so much information out there that it is hard to find the gems amidst all the rubble.  Also, information by its very nature is limiting.  It comes across as in-formation.  Its purpose is to put people in-formation about something.  This goes against the grain of my nature.  I don't want to be restricted by any particular formations.  Yet, at the same time I want to build the foundations for a new world; an appropriate task for one whose Heart's Desire is 22:The Master Builder.  The ideas and ideals that are the basis for these foundations need to achieve form to manifest physically.  Hmm ... the key seems to be in assuring that the forms are expansive rather than restrictive.  Such is what will allow them to be accepted and serve as a basis for community.

930305 - 010305
9:The Hermit  033:Master Teacher  035:Spiritual Inheritance
0:Source  013:Death/Transformation  035:Spiritual Inheritance

It's as if the Master Teacher entered my life on that fateful day eight years ago.  Now, I've reached another Death, or major transformation point in my life.  It seems the Hermit days are past, and I must express as Source herself.  The 01030 to me is a triangle with vertices = 0 and 13 in the middle.  My ship is Source and my state is Death.  The 5 at the end is the vibration of concrete manifestation.

I'm anxious to see what the days ahead will bring.  Just last week, I realized that my badge number 21341, which I had interpreted as 2=to the 13=Death of 41=Wayne, also had another embedded meaning.  213 = 12-13 and 41 reversed is 14.  12 x 13 x 14 = 2184, the final for digits of my Social Security Number which I associate with "job" and mission.

I AM THAT I AM THAT YOU ARE!

LOVE,

Wayne