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The difficulty of Being

I’m skipping to the end of a chapter tonight, one that is really important, meaty important, but that I intend to come at from another angle, just not right now, I intend to summarize this one, in my own words, mostly, but for what I am publishing tonight. She has her reasons, I just am not entirely sure what they are, giggle. And I’ve learned that trying to evade her is fruitless, useless, pointless and ultimately a waste of time as I always end up where I am supposed to be regardless. Which is okay actually. It is the getting there that can be difficult. But also what makes there worth getting to. :^)

God tells Neale that what our world needs is a change in consciousness, not circumstance. Neale responds, reasonably, “How can we find inner peace when we are hungry? Be at a place of serenity when we thirst? Remain calm when we are wet and cold and without shelter? Or avoid anger when our loved ones are dying without cause?
You speak so poetically, but is poetry practical? Does it have anything to say to the mother in Ethiopia who watches her emaciated child die for lack of one slice of bread? The man in Central America who feels a bullet rip his body because he tried to stop an army from taking over his village? And what does your poetry say to the woman in Brooklyn raped eight times by a gang? Or the family of six in Ireland blown away by a terrorist bomb planted in a church on a Sunday morning?” Gene adds – had this book been written in this year, 2008, the examples would be no less horrific, we have not changed, we humans, very much at all in the past 11 years.

God responds: “This is difficult to hear, but I tell you this: There is perfection in everything. Strive to see the perfection. This is the change of consciousness of which I speak.
Need nothing. Desire everything. Choose what shows up.
Feel your feelings. Cry your cries. Laugh your laughs. Honor your truth. Yet when all the emotion is done, be still and know that I am God.
In other words, in the midst of the greatest tragedy, see the glory of the process. Even as you die with a bullet through your chest, even as you are being gang-raped.
Now this sounds like an impossible thing to do. Yet when you move to God consciousness, you can do it.
You don’t have to do it, of course. It depends on how you wish to experience the moment.
In a moment of great tragedy, the challenge is always to quiet the mind and move deep within the soul.
You automatically do this when you have no control over it.
Have you ever talked with a person who accidentally ran a car off a bridge? Or found himself facing a gun? Or nearly drowned? Often, they will tell you that time slowed way down, that they were overcome by a curious calm, that there was no fear at all.

(gene inserts: I have had this experience, many more times than once, I have described some of them on my main site, there are many others I have never mentioned to a living soul, there are events I should not have survived, but did, in which exactly this “slowing of time” happened, but I’m going to tell you of one from last winter that was in no way life threatening, but nonetheless, could have resulted in some real damage, lol, but only to my face. I was at a hockey game, University of Minnesota, with my son, we were watching the play, about 20 rows up from one of the goals, a puck ricocheted off the ice and flew straight at me. I watched it from the moment it left the stick, traveling upwards, I am sure, of 70 mph, the fastest shot ever recorded was 118.3 mph, so it was coming FAST, but I just watched it, I never felt ANY sense of fear and it was, honestly, as if time slowed down, as if it were coming in slow motion, I could see there was no way to avoid it, so I just watched it and as it grew close enough so that I knew where it was going to strike, as it was curving slightly toward me, I just moved my head to the left slowly and it went past me under my right ear, just brushing the bottom of my right ear lobe, no pain, a brushing feeling, almost a tickle, and it slammed into the leg of the fellow in the row behind me – sorry about that part. But THIS precise experience has happened to me before in times of real crisis and this, I am absolutely positive (Jenna is telling me so) is what God is describing here)

“Fear not, for I am with you.” That is what poetry has to say to the person facing tragedy. In your darkest hour, I will be your light. In your blackest moment, I will be your consolation. In your most difficult and trying time, I will be your strength. Therefore, have faith! For I am your shepherd; you shall not want. I will cause you to lie down in green pastures; I will lead you beside still waters.
I will restore your soul, and lead you in the paths of righteousness for My Name’s sake.
And yea, though you walk through the valley of the Shadow of Death, you will fear no evil; for I am with you. My rod and My staff will comfort you.
I am preparing a table before you in the presence of your enemies. I shall anoint your head with oil. Your cup will run over.
Surely, goodness and mercy will follow you all the days of your life, and you will dwell in My house – and My heart – forever.

And now a tiny piece from Book 1, page 14.

“And this is the second great illusion of man: that the outcome of life is in doubt.” “It is not, the ultimate outcome is assured.”

And page 81,

“You see, to a doctor or a nurse, death is failure. To a friend or relative, death is a disaster. Only to the soul is death a relief – a release.”

Then, Book 2 again, page 36,

“Yet what if I told you that what you call “death” is the greatest thing that could happen to anyone– what then?”

Neale: “I’d find that hard to accept.”

God: You think that life on Earth is better than life in heaven? I tell you this, at the moment of your death you will realize the greatest freedom, the greatest peace, the greatest joy, and the greatest love you have ever known…”

That last paragraph? Describes what I felt in the presence of the white and golden globes as I wrote on the main site. And is why I believe, with every fiber of my being, that paragraph is literal truth. I have been given a glimpse of what is down the rabbit hole, or up in heaven. It matters not where it is, I KNOW WHAT IT IS. And, it is as God described it. And it is why, I believe all of what I’ve transcribed here today. Those events Neale mentioned and the ones that have transpired since he wrote those words are horrific but only in human terms. And we are not human. We are not our bodies. We are souls living in a body. I liken it, Jenna has helped me with this, to a beneficent almost parasitic relationship, while we inhabit these bodies, we are NOT these bodies, they are simply our vehicle, our shelter as we experience life in this physical realm of existence. This realm given us by our Creator that we might understand completely how wonderful our “home” really is, by experiencing in the flash of a human lifetime, what it is like to NOT be there. Death is not to be feared, it is not fearful, in the moment of our release, we are again in the loving arms of our Creator and our siblings, Her children, His children, we are. Gender isn’t there, what it is here, God is all things, and so are we. And the most important thing we are and understand again in the moment of our return home, is that Love really IS all there is.

We’ll come back to our earthly experience and what we do here shortly, this interlude has been brought to you by the immense push of the love that drives my own soul to do what I am doing here. Today and all the days of my life. What brought me to this place, this planet, this lifetime. Love. So with that, I am going to go give some love to my sick puppy, Cisco, and as I do, tell you each, again, I love you too. much love, :^) gene

If today brings even one choice your way
choose to be a bringer of the light :^) gene