(Before It's News)
Musings On The Finite Statist Machine
There’s a sweetness to the air this morning. The 90% humidity that was Thursday exploded last night into a remarkable light show. What was unbearably, heavy and life draining now drapes this yard in life giving nourishment. A cloak of water rests here.
The intensity of last night’s storm bears no resemblance to the cool quiet of today. It’s like looking at another world. We do this often. Humans are quite adaptable; we arrive, assess and adjust.
There is a great deal of discussion about the changes, both external and internal, happening for us. It may be helpful to regard it all as a passing storm – transforming everything while its raging yet once it’s over, leaving everything its touched transformed. Like this morning.
If we remember that we contribute to all of it, things begin to make sense. We are good at adjusting, yet we like to get used to things before we adopt them as permanent perspectives. It takes a while for us to accept the brand new as true.
Now rain storms we’ve got down. We’ve seen them over and again. A complete shift of consciousness is another thing altogether. This may be why things seem to be taking so long. We have set this up perfectly so that we’d succeed. Of course it’s been a surprise how it’s happening – we like things as exciting as possible.
None of us really know what this is going to look like or when. It’s like asking an artist for a preview before she’s done painting or a chef for a taste before he’s added the last ingredient. For sure, what you are seeing now is not the final result. That doesn’t mean it’s not happening.
Many of us are having glimpses, hearing things that resonate and we are anxious to put a stamp on these as “THE TRUE STORY OF WHAT WILL HAPPEN AND HOW IT WILL LOOK”. That vision evolves and morphs constantly. What we can do is add our favorite colors and ingredients. And then, we can pay attention to the all around us. These additions will birth the startling in ways that far exceed our wildest expectations; the sweetest truth.
Here’s a hint. These additions happen in all sorts of ways that are not located on this screen you are watching. They erupt in conversations, sing in the music you are playing, composing or listening to, and show up while visiting someone. They also emerge while out on a walk, pop out of the garden you are growing, surface while you are passionate about anything at all and speak up in the midst of talking rather than texting. They are made as we live, not watch, our life. I notice that none of my sleep dreams show me looking at a cell phone or tablet. My awake dream is another story.
This post is a reminder. This shift will not speed up on this screen, that sort of acceleration is noticed in your every day. That’s where it is imagined. That’s where it’s believed to be real. That’s where it shows up. All of this because that’s where you are.
You are the ones we’ve been waiting for.
Thanks for being here for this part.
With so much love,
PS. My first book has been published as an e-book here. It will be released in print in a week or so. It tells the story of our awakening and gradual awareness about what is really going on, from the year 2012 until today.

Source:
http://americankabuki.blogspot.com/2016/07/as-we-shift-sweetest-truth.html