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The Magic of Being Quantum

 

Being Magical represents an energy I have been feeling for sometime, suggested in the title of this e-Zine. Now I really feel this Magical energy is here, that we are living in, and are creating, our new reality. The articles here draw from our new experiences as we journey together over these uncharted waters of co-creation.

Sunday
Oct272013

A Choir of Angels 

We think this piece is a slowed down version of Libera - Ave Maria(Caccini) - and it does sound like angels....

Thursday
Jun132013

The Egg

By: Andy Weir

You were on your way home when you died.

It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.

And that’s when you met me.

“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”

“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.

“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”

“Yup,” I said.

“I… I died?”

“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.

You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”

“More or less,” I said.

“Are you god?” You asked.

“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”

“My kids… my wife,” you said.

“What about them?”

“Will they be all right?”

“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”

You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”

“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”

“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”

“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”

“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”

You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”

“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”

“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”

“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”

I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.

“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”

“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”

“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”

“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”

“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”

“Where you come from?” You said.

“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”

“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”

“So what’s the point of it all?”

“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”

“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.

I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”

“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”

“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”

“Just me? What about everyone else?”

“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”

You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”

“All you. Different incarnations of you.”

“Wait. I’m everyone!?”

“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.

“I’m every human being who ever lived?”

“Or who will ever live, yes.”

“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”

“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.

“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.

“And you’re the millions he killed.”

“I’m Jesus?”

“And you’re everyone who followed him.”

You fell silent.

“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”

You thought for a long time.

“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”

“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”

“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”

“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”

“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”

“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”

And I sent you on your way. 

Copyright(c) Andy Weir 2009-2011

Creative Writings of Andy Weir

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Friday
Dec212012

12/21/2012 Activation of solar light bodies 

A wonderful Video by Patricia Cota-Robles
Sunday
Nov182012

The Monkeys And The Lions

By Elliott Robertson

If I could have told the monkeys and the lions

To wait for me, I would have.

But monkeys do not listen, and lions do not wait.

Lions know life, this moment Now, 
is too precious to be spent 
waiting for a rose who lack the courage to unfold. 

Monkeys know listening to a fool 
pretend he can’t climb trees

Won’t help the fool drop pretense.

 

One day I will break the spell,

Snap out of being broken 

I will be a lion open to moving 
through safaris at nature’s pace;

I will be open to unfolding like a rose.

One day I will hear the moon cry out,

“I see you, yes, I see you – you are God.”

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Elliott Robertson's poems have appeared in Daily Word, Unity Magazine, and Miracles Magazine.   He is a grantwriter living in Philadelphia.

Elliott Robertson
erobertson@mail.com

Tuesday
Oct302012

It is all about our Grand Emergence as a God Race

Message from Tiara Kumara, Children of the Sun Foundation 
on behalf of the Council of Light at Shamballa

Let's keep going everyone, all that you are feeling, all that we are experiencing is very REAL!!! We are so blessed. We are so loved and we are so supported in all that we are doing to shift our planet and realize the Golden Age. 

Let's ride that rainbow arc of the full moon and gather on the Grid and bathe in the Sacred Fire Love of God. The actualization of Divine Love is one of the most important initiations that we are taking as an evolving group consciousness.

I love you all immensely. On behalf of the Foundation and all Children of the Sun, THANK YOU for your presence of light with us at such an exciting time on our sacred planet.