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L.o.h.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012 10:50
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Musings On The Finite Statist Machine
My dreams changed last
weekend. I was away from home, and they
took me even further. I was not in a
place I’ve ever imagined or with anyone I’ve consciously known this lifetime. I believe I had a glimpse of what life can be
like when we are outside the constraints of this dimension. I loosed the bonds
of the systems in place and saw a world with different priorities. It was beautiful and very different.
weekend. I was away from home, and they
took me even further. I was not in a
place I’ve ever imagined or with anyone I’ve consciously known this lifetime. I believe I had a glimpse of what life can be
like when we are outside the constraints of this dimension. I loosed the bonds
of the systems in place and saw a world with different priorities. It was beautiful and very different.
I was part of a group that
went by the moniker L.O.H. I do not
remember what it stood for, only those three initials. We were in New York City. I understood that crime still existed and we
were there for the victims. There were
hundreds of us. We wore clothing unlike
any I’ve ever seen; it was iridescent.
We were strong, vital and committed.
went by the moniker L.O.H. I do not
remember what it stood for, only those three initials. We were in New York City. I understood that crime still existed and we
were there for the victims. There were
hundreds of us. We wore clothing unlike
any I’ve ever seen; it was iridescent.
We were strong, vital and committed.
My best friend tells me that
maybe L.O.H. stood for “Love Over Head”.
Here’s why.
maybe L.O.H. stood for “Love Over Head”.
Here’s why.
We went into the apartment
where a murder had just occurred. There
was no one there but the body – no police, no yellow tape, no news reporters or
eyewitnesses. Our job was to grant
dignity and love to the victim and to care for the body. It was a different New York – yet not everyone was “on board”
and some violent physical dramas still played out.
where a murder had just occurred. There
was no one there but the body – no police, no yellow tape, no news reporters or
eyewitnesses. Our job was to grant
dignity and love to the victim and to care for the body. It was a different New York – yet not everyone was “on board”
and some violent physical dramas still played out.
We were the transitory team
– loving the soul who had volunteered to experience this crime as a
victim. I see a long line of us,
physically and energetically loving this body.
We lift him up and pass him carefully overhead; carrying the body from
this dimension to the next.
– loving the soul who had volunteered to experience this crime as a
victim. I see a long line of us,
physically and energetically loving this body.
We lift him up and pass him carefully overhead; carrying the body from
this dimension to the next.
This is someone to be
honored and gently moved to his next destination, and we are here to do just
that. Each of us handles him, loves him
and thanks him. We create a path of love
he travels on over our heads, cushioned in our light. We sort of glow and are all beaming with
joy. It is a privilege to do this work.
honored and gently moved to his next destination, and we are here to do just
that. Each of us handles him, loves him
and thanks him. We create a path of love
he travels on over our heads, cushioned in our light. We sort of glow and are all beaming with
joy. It is a privilege to do this work.
I understand our next soul
is a rape victim and we move on to another apartment.
is a rape victim and we move on to another apartment.
We do not stop crime, we
honor souls. I have no sense of when
this is. I do have a sense of living in
a way I could not imagine with my 3D brain.
honor souls. I have no sense of when
this is. I do have a sense of living in
a way I could not imagine with my 3D brain.
There are no police or jails
or front page crime stories. We just
went where love was needed and we knew where that was. It was, I imagine, what it would be like to
live truly as One. We all felt the
crime, we didn’t need to read about it or punish it.
or front page crime stories. We just
went where love was needed and we knew where that was. It was, I imagine, what it would be like to
live truly as One. We all felt the
crime, we didn’t need to read about it or punish it.
I had an understanding that
many of us lived this way, and this work was deeply important. We were close to living as love, but were not
yet there completely; some crime existed.
The crimes were not the point, the love was.
many of us lived this way, and this work was deeply important. We were close to living as love, but were not
yet there completely; some crime existed.
The crimes were not the point, the love was.
I knew in the dream that
another group loved the perpetrators of the crimes, but I did not see that.
another group loved the perpetrators of the crimes, but I did not see that.
What I saw was beautiful and
the image of hundreds of smiling, shining humans lovingly passing a body from
one to the other will remain with me forever. We are so much more than we see here now. We are extraordinary beings of incredible
power. We are headed for amazing; a
place beyond our wildest imaginings.
the image of hundreds of smiling, shining humans lovingly passing a body from
one to the other will remain with me forever. We are so much more than we see here now. We are extraordinary beings of incredible
power. We are headed for amazing; a
place beyond our wildest imaginings.
We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.
2012-08-14 10:41:13
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