There is an old saying that I ran across several years ago that Heraclitus expressed way back in ancient Greece, a deep mystical truth that reflects a major aspect of our life in these realms: “No man ever steps in the same river twice” (or woman I suppose, right?). Anyway . . . . No, you can’t! Due to the ever-changing flow of water, which renders each specific location in the river not only unique, but radically ephemeral in its moment-to-moment composition, if you put your foot into the river right now, pull it out, and then step into it even seconds later, the ‘river’ that your foot comes into contact with is actually a completely different entity in that ‘space’ that you dipped your foot into previously. And such is our life here in the material realms, where change is the only ‘constant’ in the Universe (see Albert Einstein et al for further research on that theme).
After just over half a century (in this lifetime ;-)) of stepping, falling, rolling, and leaping into and out of this River of Life on Old Earth, I have now found myself stepping out of it completely. Forever. I have stepped out of the river of 3D-4D life, out of the flow of time, out of the madness of ‘survival’ and ‘making a living’ and ‘fulfilling obligations’ and ‘family loyalties’ and ‘the latest gadgets’ and ‘political correctness’, etc., etc.. For Go(o)d. Sure, I retain one big toe still immersed in the lower realms of Life to take care of the day-to-day ‘business’ of providing for a family, maintaining property and public services, 3D technology communication, etc. And I AM still very much ‘into’ sharing the Love with my ex-wife, two beautiful little daughters, a few friends, fellow spiritual trailblazers, my cat and even a couple of neighbors — as much as they will allow me to, as much as they can ‘handle’ (LOL).
Some claim that I have ‘quit’ life, or have ‘shirked my responsibilities’. Which ‘responsibilities’ would those BE exactly, I ask? As long as I do what is ‘required’ in this dying Old World to make sure that those I brought here of my own free will (my two young daughters) have a roof over their head, food to eat, and clothes to keep them warm at night — and that their mother has electricity to run her machines, and communication so we can all talk with each other often – then what exactly am I supposedly ‘shirking’, pray tell? Could it be that some people out there are not exactly thrilled that I am ‘abandoning’ them and their very unpleasant lower-vibrational attitudes and mind-sets and lifestyles? Ya think?? No matter (literally).
Rocky Cliffs in Idaho
The B-52’s popularized an old saying back in the 80’s in one of their songs which some have claimed (in one form or another) that I epitomize: ‘Living in my own private Idaho.’ They seem to remonstrate me to ‘get out of the state you’re in!’ (between the lines of their OH so diplomatic words, of course, never daring to directly criticize me). But to no avail. I AM not one to ‘abandon’ God or my True Self or Love — or Gaia’s Ascension — for the sake of those few out there from my ‘past life’ who would prefer that I revert back to being my ‘old self’, bind myself (and my Self) once again by the old slavery-system philosophies of ‘the Protestant work ethic’ and ‘obligations to the social order’ and ‘blood is thicker than water (or Soul, eh?)’ — all that sheeple mind-control nonsense. No, I don’t think so! Besides, as is known by at least some among my old friends and family, when I decided to ‘quit’ this ancient gig and move on, I chose a different ‘state’ to move into: Hawaii! (Gotta stay ‘loyal’ to that classic song and theme, lol). I’ve joyfully moved away from the parched, rocky desert and sharp, unforgiving outcroppings of life in the mainstream of humanity, and retired into my own private tropical paradise, a ‘state’ where I interact daily with beautiful Beings just on the other side of the veil (and even a few on this side, thank Gaia!), and my own formerly unfamiliar-to-this-human-consciousness Higher Self as well, of course. The weather and environment here is much, much nicer than in Idaho, believe me!
And here’s some more fantastic news and views . . . . Just today I read a beautiful blog post (Adapting To Grace, on WordPress) that, though it represents a ‘lucid dream’ of the writer that she experienced back in July, really and truly characterizes and encapsulates the process that I went through over the past several years to get ‘here’. I quote two short excerpts below, as they most appropriately coincide with my own personal experiences of the last bit of time in these rapidly morphing realms (and give you the link here so you can read the wonderfully poetic piece in full, and also listen to her recite the adventure to the creative music and effects that she composed to accompany it):
‘While staring at the tiny rocks above
I was fully aware that it still existed
But somehow I was here
Maybe dead?
I couldn’t tell
Why bother to describe?
My heart was breathing
Sighing
Never feeling more alive!’
‘. . . . Words and poetry cannot describe
How fulfilling it was
To remember the simplicity
The community
The love
The healing that awaits
When we finally let go and fall
Into the arms of our Mother’s Grace.’
I look forward to more and more of Hu-manity joining me and my new/old friends — soon — in our own private ‘state’ — of BLISSSSSSSS . . . .
On the Cusp of the Wave 