I found a post a little while back which probably explains some of the pressure of burdened anxiety and wrongdoing I had been feeling for a day and a half.
It highlights how sucky it can be to have a heightened ability to 'hear' what is broadcast across etheric channels, and via mind chatter. I would love to do a little 'copy/paste' of the found articles I am referring to but have no desire to become the targeted focus of more purposeful misunderstanding from souls who believe their every motivation is LOVE.
The article source is on Australian soil hence why my larger Mind picked up on it so clearly and my body responded innately. I am intensely opposed to the opinions expressed in what was called a 'channelled message'. I found the content quite disregarding of the Core Consciousness of this planetary body people call Earth/Gaia/Mother. And if I had kids to support like this planet has done, I would have been crying about it. The dialogue of the message was woefully disregarding of the planet Core's own right of Voice, with another supposed group of enlightened beings somewhere off-world saying what she does and does not feel, and how happy she is to continue to support an abusive species until they learn their lessons and mature.
Fucking hell.
Finding the equity in that outlook is more than I can manufacture, even with my creative imagination.
I am a long-standing opponent of the Love/Light movement (I speak of the religion born in minds, not the state humming from the Originating Thought), for reasons which are brilliantly obvious to me, and cause for judgement and avoidance by proponents of the 'We are Pure Love' gene pool. I find the belief structure to be abusive, a light-washing of glitter to cover over controlling principles, written with sophisticated code designed to be undetectable to the human mind. And a seemingly altruistic excuse to continue to enforce alien preferences onto a planetary Core Consciousness which has plans and desires forming patterns well beyond the support of an immature group-mind playing inside homo sapiens and calling itself 'child of gods', or even 'God Itself'.
From a wide viewpoint, looking over about 150,000 years of human endeavour and influence on the planet, I am not seeing the contribution as being anything sustainable or beneficial. I have no LOVE for homo sapiens as a species, beyond the regard I have for any other living animal, and have spent a couple decades working to extricate myself from the cycle of 'living to be an example' to a species which has about another 26000 - 52000 years before it learns in large enough numbers to make a difference, that it does not own this planet, and this planet is not obliged to care for it, and that it has no right to impose light grids of belief wherever it pleases. I am not feeling the LOVE for what homo sapiens is - a composite being of animal host and programmed soul/personality complex, directed by Mind-Families.
I have no desire to fix others, thank the blackholes. I am doing the best I can to not be a burden on the planet. Can't do more at this point, and am not looking to be an example. When I express my lack of belief in humanity's ability to be able to live holistically with the EArthern environment, I am not overwhelmed by the hatred and destruction as reported via online connections, I have avoided media drama for years. The heavy depth of the conglomerate pool of human emotion which I am unfortunate enough to be transposing every day due to being switched on in etheric layers most don't even acknowledge as existing, is far far far beyond an emotional low which is salved by a walk in the woods. In truth I must be one of the most emotionally stable and hope-filled, resilient people on the planet to still be here doing life and getting the job done and laughing about it daily, whilst being barely able to raise a limb from the heavy weight of human shit which my waveform has to function within.
I have no Culture. There is no tradition, no history, no ceremony which holds me to any portion of this planet's landmasses. I used to think I was Australian, but what is that? As Homo Sapiens, I am an Australian-born Caucasian of mixed genetic origin spanning the UK, Europe and Asia, who has no culture to grasp hold of, no ownership, and no spiritual history with the land. The journey so far this life has been to emancipate myself from all attachments to human categories of approved association; to cancel or annul all contracts with active Etheric Corporations with stakes in this EArthern game. Using my current sense of disenfranchisement as the litmus paper, I reckon I can tick that box on my task sheet as achieved.
The one grouping of species which speaks to me consistently, clearly, for decades, is the Trees. They seem to consider me Family, as do their smaller cousins.
What do I do with that? It is a comforting thing I guess, as I feel quite dis-possessed from any human identity grouping. Humanity is so young, its roots do not go very deep at all, presenting very little for me to grasp a hold of. How a species could come in at the last second, and see itself as the pinnacle of an evolution or creative endeavour makes my inner eyes cross. The scenario is a masterpiece of marketing and propaganda.
The nurture I detect from the plant kingdom is not something I want to hand over to the group-mind running the human machine. Just my personal outlook. Humanity creates wave after stodgy wave of depressed depleted frequency, being as it is a parasite using planetary resource without replenishing - because it can't, because it is alien to the planetary ecology and has no by-product of living which the planet can use for the survival of the eco-system as a Whole. The human was not a part of the start-up design initiated on this planet. There is not sufficient life-support or behavioural programming in place to sustain it, nor enable it to be harmoniously functional within the planetary cogs, wheels, spokes, and belts of the environmental industry.
The Human, in its present configuration, can hope only to survive itself, to survive its hard-wired nature of consumption and hoarding. We are in a game of SIMMS, and every nation has stakes in this latest rendition of 'Hunger Games'. The numbers of homo sapiens on this planet are too high to be viable in its present state of mindset. A collapse of environmental support systems seems inevitable. What is that collapse going to look like? I am sure that there are impressively intelligent minds all over the globe in think-tanks who run simulations on that topic daily; people who have larger vocabularies, more human education, and much more social interaction experience than I do.
In human understanding, I have no qualifications to have a voice in human forums, and limited exposure to the worst of the issues (thank fuck). I am aware that I am a part of the problem, just by being alive and using resource to maintain that life. No matter how responsible and creative I am with resources, our family income and the need to be gainfully employed still limits just how 'eco-based' we can be. The most effective action I can see available to me personally in the now, is to be minutely selective with which etheric channels I permit to use my Mind Fields and all associated resource of energy. I will not give access to Principals of Mind which seek to imprint more LIGHT grids of this imbalanced LOVE onto the planet's communications systems.
I am not good, I am not bad; I am not light, I am not dark; I am the nothing in between.
Wholeheartedly, I remove all of my energies which have for eons been allocated to the maintenance of this bipolar machine driving homo sapiens' cyclic destruction. There can be no good, and no bad. There can be no fight of LIGHT AGAINST DARK. If beings insist on being LIGHT only, there will always be separation, there will always be DARK - that thing which LIGHTERS create to dissociate from that which does not make them feel uplifted. If Minds continue the game of HERO versus VILLAIN, there will ALWAYS BE VILLAINS.
I am a Villainous Hero, and an Heroic Villain. As a human, I am stupidly brave so as to be bravely stupid in a world which asks for incessant achievement. I am lethargically productive, so as to be productively lethargic in a construct which runs on persistent engagement. I am passionately unloving in the process to be unlovingly passionate about my desire to see all Things experience Life with more colour, vitality and meaningfulness.
I am committed to make sense to myself.
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