I don’t know how I know this. But I feel it. It’s in my bones. It’s in the way heart is melting and shivering with the intensity.
I recognize in some indescribable way my peers. They appear to me as having been here for awhile. Each entering quietly; guided by that still small voice. Each working in their own higher love and passion and being magically provided for in every moment, in unexpected and small ways. Each building on the last. Like a path made of flat stones. Each one seems an ordinary and concrete thing. Until one happens to glance back ward along the path, and the recognition of guidance cannot be denied. Or until one looks forward along that path, and sees only a single single flat stone in front of himself, and as he steps, another appears in front that one. And he steps again, fascinated. Again and again he steps, totally enthralled until he looks up again, and sees the surrounding terrain of the most fearsome, unpassable and dangerous kind. He realizes that this path is not and cannot be of the same kind of thing as the general environment.
He recognizes too, that there are people out there in that fearsome and dangerous environment. They are freezing, tired, underfed, thirsty, dirty, afraid, clinging, violent; they look at him on his path with hatred and envy. However he might like or want to help them or to guide them, they cannot see his path of stones. They tell him he’s insane and dangerous to himself and others. But for his own direct experience, he might believe them. It would seem from their perspective, they were quite right.
He learns not to try to help those he meets. He merely smiles warmly and accepts their secretly suspicious comments that he is very fortunate.
This New Earth is beautiful beyond description. Beyond what can be described in the old earth paradigms. I feel a great disorientation. A dizziness. I am nearly nauseous with the shift that I have made. This place is so different. This shift is not unlike the smaller ones I have been making more frequently until this moment. This one is just gigantic. Stupendous. The enormity leaves me with little sense of orientation to anything familiar.
Almost too beautiful. Almost too pure. Almost too bright. My heart and soul bloom with a sense of joy in freedom. And a recognition that the depths of black despair, shame, and isolation were the fertile deepening in the darkness for my soul to germinate. I passed through various stages of development- including asking why everything hurt so much. That memory of suffering comes now as a reminder that of the necessity for my soul’s opening- like a flower.
For me, at least, the New Earth is here. And there are many others already in it.
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