Folks don’t realize thoughts and desires they took to be their own we’re merely implants to generate a desired circumstance in the world. Control the people, control the world.
If you love much, you must also suffer much. In this space of duality, there must be balance. I’m ready to go home. Where love and kindness reign. It’s polarity has love of hurting others.
Here in the shared space, it’s balanced. But it got off kilter, so now balance will need to be forcefully restored.
It’s all programming, especially if addiction to tv, drugs, porn, alcohol … these things open the auric field and allow “programs” to write in the bioforms software.
Higher messages are “inspiration”.
The difference is subtle. Some would argue they’re the same. They are not. One is invasive and controlling, the other gentle and assisting.
Much like we choose the content on our social media, we also control the content of our minds, and life, through choice.
Social media is easy. We just block people or unfollow them.
In life it’s a little different. It becomes an entanglement of energies. It can be difficult to extract ourselves without some form of damage.
We choose carefully our relationships. We choose carefully the thoughtforms that reside in our field of consciousness, rejecting those that bring imbalance, allowing those which bring harmony.
Creation occurs in the field of consciousness. Repetitive thoughts will generate a certain vibration and frequency.
In the olden days folks listened to programming on the radio. They had their favorites and filled their minds on the regular.
Then the programming got more sophisticated. Picture and sound were combined, it had greater impact on consciousness.
Now picture and sound have combined in a way that is interactive, holding the attention raptly.
Where is our ”content” coming from? Is it external being absorbed, or internal, sending out. Are the thought energies spread out to many points, or is the point singular? Is it fragmented and chaotic or focused and directed?
Believe it or not there IS a war being waged right now for dominance of the collective consciousness. The “programming” is quite successful. It is my hope that awareness of, and then action to counter interference occurs.
The other day, a young person asked me: What did it feel like to be old?
I was very surprised by the question, since I did not consider myself old. When he saw my reaction, he was immediately embarrassed, but I explained that it was an interesting question. And after reflection, I concluded that getting old is a gift.
Sometimes I am surprised at the person who lives in my mirror. But I don’t worry about those things for long. I wouldn’t trade everything I have for a few less gray hairs and a flat stomach. I don’t scold myself for not making the bed, or for eating a few extra “little things.” I am within my rights to be a little messy, to be extravagant, and to spend hours staring at my flowers.
I have seen some dear friends leave this world, before they had enjoyed the freedom that comes with growing old.
Who cares if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 in the morning and then sleep until who knows what time?
I will dance with me to the rhythm of the 50’s and 60’s. And if later I want to cry for some lost love…I will!
I’ll walk down the beach in a swimsuit that stretches over my plump body and dive into the waves letting myself go, despite the pitying looks of the bikini-wearers. They’ll get old too, if they’re lucky…
It is true that through the years my heart has ached for the loss of a loved one, for the pain of a child, or for seeing a pet die. But it is suffering that gives us strength and makes us grow. An unbroken heart is sterile and will never know the happiness of being imperfect.
I am proud to have lived long enough for my hair to turn gray and to retain the smile of my youth, before the deep furrows appeared on my face.
Now, to answer the question honestly, I can say: I like being old, because old age makes me wiser, freer!
I know I’m not going to live forever, but while I’m here, I’m going to live by my own laws, those of my heart.
I’m not going to regret what wasn’t, nor worry about what will be.
The time that remains, I will simply love life as I did until today, the rest I leave to God.
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