Unity

So what is it really?  Oneness.  What does unity look like “where the rubber meets the road”?  You and I are one?  Really?  We don’t look alike, do the same things or even think alike.  It must be something I can’t see.  Our unity must be expressed on a different field.

It’s like riding a bike.  You learn once and never forget, regardless the years between trips.  Remember your first time?  It was my father’s hand who held the two-wheeler upright, running along beside me while I chattered and pedaled.  He neglected to mention he’d be letting go.  When I noticed, three things happened in rapid succession – my mouth dropped, a fly flew in and I crashed to the pavement.  But I can ride a bike.

The decision to ride happens in your head.  Your hands rest on the handlebars, turning while squeezing and releasing the brake.  Your feet push the pedals, your legs pump, and your eyes direct while the muscles in your torso maintain you vertically.  Each body part contributes a unique and vital component that results in a bike ride.  You’d never go anywhere if your head didn’t first decide to do so.  If you ask your hands what they are doing, they’d respond “gripping and releasing” while your feet will tell you they are “pushing these pedals”; all true.  Only your head knows the bigger answer – you are riding a bike.

We are connected there – beneath every action and non-action the collective us is doing something, making a statement. We speak with one voice and if you step back far enough, our voice can be heard.

This day has dawned with hope and relative quiet.  There are unseen actions certainly; dramas playing out on this 2012 stage.  Yet here the sun shines and the birds repeat their spring song – “All is Well”, “All is Well”, “All is Well”.

This is a moment to reflect. What am I doing and why am I doing it?  December 21^st, 2012 will arrive in less time than it takes to grow a baby.  We are at the point now when the discovery is usually made – you’ve missed a cycle. After twenty dollars and a few anxious moments you are looking at the truth – you are pregnant. 

Once I called that 800 number on the skinny, pink Early Pregnancy Test box, not believing what was in front of my eyes.  I sort of blurted out “How pink does it have to be?”  I could hear the nurse smile as she responded “Congratulations!”

So, Congratulations!  In just 8 months our new world will be born.  We’ve sort of settled on a name (“Next Dimension”) but beyond that is anyone’s guess.  Specifics and personality are as yet undetermined.  We can’t do much about that part anyway.  The one thing we can do is take care of ourselves, the number one priority of every mother to be.

You are a microcosmic version of what is happening to us all – oneness.  This shift in consciousness is here and you are it. Perhaps, as in a human pregnancy, you’ve been a little bit ill and have had to change your eating habits and rest a bit more.  There’s a sense that these alterations have not quite “fixed” the problem.  This would be true.  This is not a problem to be fixed but a process to be lived.

A field of yellow catches my eye and I turn to enjoy the view.  This little patch of dirt, squished between cement sidewalk and highway, is awash with color on this rainy spring morning.  I am surprised.  I drive by here every day and have never noticed.  A closer look offers an answer, these are weeds.

Relentless and persistent, dandelions thrive anywhere.  Regardless of product used, money spent or effort given, the battle seems won by the weed. 

A dear friend of mine loves them and looks forward to their emergence.  It does seem to be merely a preference instead of a fact that dandelions are an eyesore.  You’d be hard pressed to tell the difference from a distance between a field of daffodils and a field of dandelions.  One you plant, the other you pull.

We have in our midst many “weeds” that are about to be pulled.  They must be.  Like the plant, once they gain strength in an area they choke out all other life.  All resources support them.  Nothing else can thrive.  It is the way weeds work, in human and plant form.  They know nothing else but to infiltrate and dominate.

“Weeds” are not less than the rest of us.  They are not supportive however and it is time to get rid of them.  We can no longer thrive with them in our midst.  The movie bearing that name illustrates what has been happening.

This is what we are doing as a race.  We are removing those that would take over and destroy the rest.  It is necessary in order to continue.  Hating the dandelion or getting angry at it is not productive.  A clean removal of the entire plant must be accomplished.  We have discovered the root and we are digging it out.  We want a field of different flowers now.  We want to plant them ourselves rather than being overrun. 

Sometimes a boulder drops into the pond.  Other times we toss in a pebble.  Ripples Happen.  What happens to them?  We all know what they look like and have seen them move, whether quickly or gradually.  They get bigger and bigger, yes.  The ripples define the edge.

Oneness has no edges.  This is where we are headed.  When on a journey, it is good to know where you are going.

Today, we are swimming in this pond called humanity, safely within our ripples.  We call them by many names; 99%, 1%, Muslim, Catholic, Spiritual, Atheist, Jewish, American, African, Indian, Black, Polish, German, Male, White, Female, Senior, Child, Beautiful, Successful, Homeless, Dirty, Clean, Gay, Straight, Honest, Criminal.  In a polarized world, this is how we define ourselves, how we come to know who we are.

We are and have been all of that, yet it does not define us.  We are one.  Until we see ourselves as one, “Unity” is just a nice idea.  In this time of great change, we are declaring our definition.  Our hearts are beating the declaration and they are doing so right now.

Your heart is limitless.  You hold the capacity for unbridled joy.  It is found when you loosen the reigns.  Let go of ideas of right/wrong, evil/holy, and good/bad.  Just be.  Allow me to be, as well.

There is a beautiful phrase out there – “The Art of Allowing”.  It implies skill is necessary for it to be pulled off.  It takes practice.

I can love my brothers and sisters in a general sense, yet hate the man who raped me.  You would not fault me for this.  If you were part of my life when this happened, and witnessed my pain, you may join me in wanting to see him hurt – revenge.  This is the way we think and in our current world, expected and justified.

On January 1^st, 2012 I released a video entitled “Message to Off World Beings”.  Yesterday, I got an answer.  It came in the form of an interaction with someone speaking for the “Forces of One”.  You can see what was said in the video bearing that name. Both can be found here and on the you-tube channel. 

And that’s the back story to what will most likely be my focus for the rest of this year – Making A Choice – everything else sort of pales in comparison. 

I’ve read and re-read the transcript and although I cannot point to my partner in the conversation, I can tell you how it felt.  It felt epic.  The power coming with the words sort of washed over me.  I felt them before I read them.  I’ve had to look up a few of the terms he used since then, but there is no mistaking how I felt.  I was in the presence of a force unlike any other I have known here. 

The video, “Message to Off World Beings” was released to remind us of our own power, with the added intent of contact.  It fact, I was contacted telepathically a few days after it was released.  I was woken up and spoken to; that energy was exuberant and joyful yet the voice was in my head – I doubted its authenticity. 

This contact was not in my head, it was on a you-tube channel.  Really.  You can check it out for yourself by reading the comments below the video: “Message to Off World Beings”.

This only amplifies what has always been primary – Love.  We are without a doubt far more powerful than we imagine ourselves to be.  We are deciding the fate of the planet. The choice we make this year determines the direction for all of life.

What if this was it?  I know we’ve been predicting and channeling and blogging and speaking of this year and yet, well, it still gives me pause.  Are we living out religious prophecy?  I mean, really?  Because I see no one in robes or chariots with wings or thunderbolts – is this it?

What did you expect?  Did you expect it to be true?  Did you believe, as many have, that it was nothing but myth? I submit that there is both truth and deliberate manipulation in our doctrine, and that is the problem.  The reason we’ve been choking on the rules we’ve been preached is because they were put forth by one whose goal was control, rather than the creator.

Our history is resplendent with tales of epic battles, good vs. evil, unimaginable power and complete annihilation; also miracles and wisdom.  Today, if you want to see epic battles, look to some video game “final boss” scenarios or major motion pictures.  If it is power you’d like to witness, pay attention to the economic and war games our rulers and bankers and 1% play.  If you are searching for wisdom, there are truths online and in lecture halls over the world.  Look to you- tube video’s for “chariots of fire”.  We’ve been looking at pulpits and podiums, which are mostly all the wrong places.  It’s all here, as predicted.  We are living the “end times”.

There are two distinct voices in our history – the creator and the manipulators, hence our confusion.  This bewilderment was intended.  We are “coming out of the dark” this year and discernment is possible.  One whispers love while the other shouts fear.

It’s really windy today.

Things are moving quickly, even the air.  The wind outside is pushing the air through the budding trees and growing grass.  Without any other options, they move.  I’ve seen a hawk this morning, coasting for a bit on these currents of air, hunting.  He is utilizing what is in front of him, expanding his opportunities, seeing places he may not always see on his usual path.  Perhaps, by riding this breeze, he can relax a bit and not work so hard to get where he is going; focusing his sights on the goal. 

The tree will grow and the hawk will eat, yet for one today’s gale force winds are a boon, while for the other they are potentially damaging.  The tree, rooted and stationary, is losing branches as I watch.  The hawk in flight is about to enjoy a hearty meal.  Let’s be hawks.

These winds of change are blowing through every facet of our world.  We can ride them or resist, the choice is always ours.  The opportunity before us is clear; fear or love.  The wind will blow regardless.  We can lose branches or rise to new heights, depending on which we choose.

A focus on love will allow us to soar.  We were meant to fly, to see beyond the ground on which we walk, to capitalize on every opportunity.  The wind is only a problem if you are unable to move.  It can be a source of power, unseen yet potent.

View these changes as that necessary force to take you where you haven’t been until now.  This is as you have planned it and the propulsion of energy has arrived right on time.  We are ready now.  Our power is enhanced with this wind and not diminished.  As a collective we will see some branches lost.  We are strengthened by this and not damaged, growing ever stronger.

The climate right now is radically shifting – hot to cold, wet to dry.  As we realize our unity what first occurs is that the sharpness of definition between things becomes crystal clear.  There is no question of a middle ground.  You’ll see either black or white.  Unity does not mean everything is gray.  Oneness is not a compromise, it is a fact.

So how does this work?  First it must be understood that nothing will be given up as our consciousness shifts.  We will still enjoy contrast as individual expression becomes the order of the day.  Conformity will not be expected or taught to our children.  We will experience freedom and inside of freedom there exists an infinite number of possibilities; fast, slow, hot, cold, black, white and a thousand shades of gray. Diversity in physical appearance will explode with possibilities as we open our eyes to our galactic brethren.  Energy sources, modes of transportation, types of clothing, food and lifestyle include a host of possibilities we’ve yet to witness.

As we shift we will not become homogeneous, but like a bunch of gumballs in a glass dispenser – made of the same stuff yet distinctly, beautifully, colorfully different and all headed in the same ultimate direction. 

We will not lose our identity but discover who we are – who we are without the rules and shoulds and separators.  It will all be okay, in fact, it is okay right now.  You are everything you came to be.  Whether or not you passed the test or satisfied any expectation has never been the point. The direction you are headed is awareness, and you can get there from anywhere. Until you are free to experience every facet of your being, you will remain in the dark.