A Quest Worth Choosing

It’s a delicate time after a barrier-breaker and a force for good has left the earth. What will fill the void? We quietly set up our antennae and send our perception out… then back we come to ourselves, trusting. It feels okay… things will be revealed.

I yearn for the feeling of the sacred and the holy. When Stuart Wilde gave us the image of the Knight and the words, “sacred, sacred, holy, holy, here now” I sure could dig it. It’s the most beautiful feeling, and I have been there in moments past. Returning to the memory of the feeling can bring alignment.

Being in a state of alignment with the sacred energy: this is prayer. This is all prayer ever is… alignment.

All is quiet while regrouping. Today I’m thinking about the gained ground, walls taken down, gates opened, old rules broken, minds and spirits lifted out of darkness. I’m thinking about people who inspire courage and virtue, who take you beyond what you currently know, who teach you things you yearn for; people who heal, who defend you in your newborn state and help you grow. These people pay a price for what they do.

Looking back at the ones who helped me through barriers, I see their love for us and their dedication to service. And I know they went through, and go through: pain. Is our gratitude a balm? If not for them and their willingness to endure, where would we direct our energy now?

Yes, we are directing our energy out of the control system as we see the system’s tools – the conditioning and the programming. It holds people psychologically, spiritually and physically captive. But do we know the depth to which captivity can go? There are those who do.

How do you think the light arrived that sparked the black movements for liberation? First a man, and then several men, changed the consciousness with a new code. And it spread. “My black skin is actually beautiful… the original humans on the earth were black. I don’t have to step off the sidewalk, and bow, and shuffle at the will of people who demean me. My blackness is from ancient lineage. Our fathers created many great civilizations. There is no need to wish for the acceptance of people who reject me… I Am… accepted by myself.”

If beautiful is what you are, and you have been taken from that place, align yourself back to it. Separate and align to the true you. Choose it and the chains on the mind start to fall off.

What happened to that man, and the men who carried the new information and new light forward? They were jailed and maligned by the system, and they were attacked from within their following as well. Both the men and the message were attacked, some were killed, and the cost of breaking barriers and doing liberation service was paid. Was there ever a person who broke through the control system who did not pay for doing it?

It seems the system believes the man is the force. If they throw mud on the man or take care of him through jail or death, then they can incorporate a eunuch version of the message and continue the enslavement for a while longer.

When the black movement for liberation fell apart – or so it seemed – the great personalities that people had followed were no longer in the earth. The followers who carried the light wandered, unable to coalesce. The system must have been thrilled – no light here anymore. We’ve got ‘em and we can feed off of them at will.

Well, as always, the system was wrong and nature is nature. We need to be free. They didn’t see each and every person who carried the light, so unbeknownst to them, the liberation message became more focused, evolved, refined and powerful. The weak fell away, the numbers were smaller, the commitment stronger: different manifestations… same light. No bigger than life personalities: just humble leadership on the quiet tip and huge love. The light spreads sideways. People do figure out how to win.

I wonder why the system doesn’t realize it has lost… they can’t kill the light. The time simply requires its coming, and it is already written. We are within an ongoing and ever expanding transformation. We know how to be tender, and generous, and respectful as we have been taught. We are the ones who make these attributes a part of real life… or not. We sort ourselves in or out. We raise our energy or we don’t, we discipline ourselves or we don’t, we love the light in each other or we don’t.

How deep is my own desire for the sacred and the holy? I have asked myself this question. Because a heart that knows the feeling can also be made to forget it. Absence does not make the heart grow fonder… in this world it could make the heart grow colder.

Practice meditation is my answer… meditation is prayer to me, and prayer is alignment. I Am, We Are, and It Is – a sacred feeling. Imagine an ever-present alignment… now that’s a quest worth choosing. Our work would take on a new quality, wouldn’t it. Maybe that is what fills the void… if we make it so.

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