Love: Our Design or Our Choice?

I’m a water sign (Pisces with a Cancer rising and Leo moon) and therefore I’m prone to live the credo of love. That means if there’s no love present, neither am I. This isn’t necessarily even specifically related to romantic relationships. You hear all the time the phrase, “Where’s the love?” If there’s no love to be found, be it for a neighbor, a flowerbed, a job, a general way of looking at life, or even just for the self — I’m out.

It’s not that I’m trying to be a fickle pain in the tuckus who is chasing a glitter-dipped unicorn ridden by Cupid wearing Justin Bieber’s hair. It’s simply that love in its very essence happens to be my operating system and I readily and warmly acknowledge this fact. This, I thought, was a fairly universal trait amongst Humans.

Not so much.

Now, let it be said that Human Beings are built out of Love. The very Spiritual Physics that hold our souls together, the “glue”, the particle matter of the ethers called Our Essence, is made of Love. Not the love that we perceive here on this spinning electromagnet called Earth — a love that is often defined by a wash of chemicals that causes all sorts of amazing physical sensations (which can have one HECK of a nasty withdrawal we call “heartbreak”). I’m referring to a Love that supersedes all precedent for adhesion and acceptance. But I’m getting ahead of myself, so let me back up.

Here’s the deal in Cliff-Notes format because I doubt anyone has the time to sit here and read a War and Peace style expose of the layered dynamics of Spiritual Physics as applied to Love. Even if you had the time, I’d never put even an enemy in such a droll position. So here we go with the cliffy-note version:

Eons ago, Darkness learned that the Chemistry of Love is the most powerful force in the Universe. It realized that in order to gain any foothold in any environment where Love existed, such as our lovely third dimension, It needed to convince anyone who would be designed out of the ingredients of Love that the Love was not real. I mean, c’mon — if I’m carrying a pistol and I’ve been taught that the bullets in my pocket are instead Reese’s Pieces, then that gun is going to be good for nothing but a pencil holder.

So here goes Darkness, convincing every Human Being on the planet that their base design — Love — is not only a myth, but isn’t real anyway. There are many ways in which Darkness has achieved this most fascinating dupe. First and foremost, let’s put some focus on the “Sin” myth that many religions love to beat to death. This modality states that Human Beings are indeed not full of Love, but full of Sin. What’s weird about this statement is that not only is it NOT true, but it’s not even grammatically accurate. “Sin” is a Roman Archery Term. It means to “miss the mark”. So Human Beings are full of Missing The Mark? Sure, I can buy that for a dollar (to quote the original Robo Cop.) But even if we’re full of missing the mark (or Maker’s Mark, depending on who you are), that still doesn’t mention what we’re full OF. It just mentions what we’re prone to doing. So not only has Darkness scored points on getting an entire species to buy into the thought process that we’re not only missing something — but we’re doing so in a way that’s not even grammatically possible. That takes a LOT of generational spiritual mutation. Yet thousands of Human generations later — here we are, hearts and identities all stitched together from leftover ideologies like a demented Frankenstein quilt, believing we were nothing more than scrap patchwork to begin with.

It’s sad.

For those that figured out along the way that being a sin-filled loser was probably not what God had in mind when God created the endlessly creative species called Humanity (in God’s own Impression, nonetheless) — Darkness cooked up Plan B. Plan B is a fascinating cocktail made of pain and disappointment called “Bitterness”. This elixir is especially acidic and will burn like crazy when poured directly on an open wound, particularly one centered in the heart. So folks will lead out in hopeful connection with another and if they experience disappointment in life — whether it be through romance, work, or simply friendship — here comes this dump truck full of toxic Bitterness to be poured all over the gaping open wound of the heart. When Bitterness hits the spirit, it burns into the nature of what we’re made of, causing Spiritual Scar Tissue that toughens the supple surface of our soul. Once toughened, the soul loses some of its sensitivity until the scar tissue sloughs off over time. Time heals, right? Well yes, except for the kicker: Darkness placed within the Elixir of Bitterness an addictive agent that causes the healing soul to crave the burn. Within the Bitterness is an emotional narcotic, an addiction to the pain. As we heal, we begin to crave the burn. So we make sure to order up another dump truck full of the Elixir of Bitterness and scald our soul all over again. This addictive property within the Elixir of Bitterness is one of the reasons that kicking bitterness is more difficult than many physical addictions. It requires a great deal of behavior modification and redirection from the withdrawal symptoms caused by the soul decontaminating as it heals past the damaged tissue. Bitterness is a tough addiction to break but it’s very possible. It just takes a little awareness and a little work.

For those that get a handle on their addiction to Bitterness, realizing along the way that being twisted up by pain like a raging pretzel is likely not the most effective way to muddle though life — Darkness has concocted Plan C: The Illusion of Separation. This puppy is a thorn in the side of most people who have pretty much decided that though they may have a few things to work on, they’re not a patchwork sin quilt, and they’ve also gotten over their bitter period after choking on enough Alanis Morisette to cure anybody. The Illusion of Separation is a toughie to identify because it’s hard to know what’s real or what’s not real when you’re in The Dream. This entire reality is what we dream up day after day. It’s the end result of my dream overlapping with your dream overlapping with his and her dream — if there ever was a quilt, it would be the quilt of dreams that rolls out in this incarnation. We call this quilt of dreams “Reality” — which does not actually exist. “Reality” is simply the agreed upon section of the quilt, or dream, that we decide is the “safe base” in the middle of this endless cycle of creation. Confused? That’s what Darkness is counting on in order to really enact Plan C, or the Illusion of Separation. Plan C gets a little wonky, sort of like trying to decipher a 1099 Tax form as opposed to the insty W-2’s, so Plan C gets two whole paragraphs.

The Illusion of Separation works because we are unclear on what being connected to Source, or God, actually feels like. We’re unclear because we’ve been taught that the bullets in our pocket are Reese’s Pieces. (And no, I’m not trying to equivocate God with gun violence. It’s the most absurdly obvious comparison I can currently muster.) We’re unclear because we’ve been taught an absurd idea of God — some judgy weirdo that lords over everybody like a frat house hazing committee, disqualifying each person on technicalities because they’re not cool enough to get into heaven. That’s not God. That’s a Human personification of God enacted by the a collective part of The Dream that is still trying to get picked for the kickball team, so they’d better create a god that’s petty enough NOT to pick people. That way, when their version of god picks THEM according to their interpretation of “the rules”, they can feel special — just like the dude who gets into Theta Cappa WhoCares after eating a goat turd. Now that’s an accomplishment. (And it looks like Plan C is going to get three paragraphs.)

The Illusion of Separation hinges on the fact that Darkness has worked hard to disrupt our connection with Source, or God. Though it’s outside of Darkness’ ability to ACTUALLY disrupt our connection to Source, or God — or as it’s known, LOVE — it can certainly distract us by pointing us in the direction of our own insecurities long enough to keep us wandering the hallways of our own discontent like some poor mental patient pinging against the asylum walls looking for the bathroom while the Rob Zombie lights flicker overhead.  The Dream has created a “reality” where we’ve forgotten that connection to Source / God / Love is instantaneous. That connection is part of our Fabric of Love, our very Being, our very Spiritual Make-up. It is ignited by the thrill of laughter. It resides in the excitement of a phone call placed by a loved one. It is in the heart-stopping beauty of the light emblazoning a sunrise, or the glowing explosion of clouds burning at sunset. It’s the whisper of peace in the moonlight, the rolling giggle of a child’s abandon, or the touch of a friend. It’s the look in the eyes of someone who truly understands us, even for one moment. It’s the lulling song of the ocean waves that puts us to sleep on the beach. It’s the sound of rain on the roof that reminds us how small and how safe we are at the same time. It’s the massage to the ears as the wind whisks through pine trees and the bodily explosion as we connect with the one that we love enough to build our life with. It is the warmth that grows in our stomach when we give something to someone else and expect nothing in return. It is the smile from a stranger, the compassion given in a moment we don’t expect it, the bloom of a flower, the encouragement in an email. Our connection to LOVE, to God, to Source — is omnipresent. It never ceases. It never wanes. It is in our breathe, our words, our actions. IT IS US.

Yet we are convinced it doesn’t exist. Absolutely convinced. We can’t even identify God / Source. Simply because we have chosen the lesson of separation through the Illusion of the Dream.

There are those who are seeing past this Illusion. Darkness’ dreaded and effective Plan C is coming to a crashing halt. 2014 is the Year of Illumination. This year holds all the spiritual ingredients for each one of use to be known for not only exactly who we are — good, bad, indifferent or ugly — but for each one of us to KNOW our connection to Source / God / Love is REAL. The time for Illusion has passed. The 20th Century was Illusion’s last big heyday. Though Illusion will still be present, and certainly people will still require and even crave its difficult karmic lessons, more and more people everyday are waking from The Dream and realizing that indeed — this life is not the tail that wags the dog, but it is EXACTLY what we make it.

And how thrilling is that?

This means that LOVE finally has its place in the conscious part of our patchwork dream quilt. Finally. It’s somewhat ridiculous to think about — because it would be like saying, “Finally, AIR has a place in our understanding of what keeps us alive!” (No one said Humanity was quick on the draw.) Love — the Spiritual Ingredient not the sensation — is not a choice. It’s a key part of our Design. Just like a chemical building block, an amino acid in a gene sequence, Love is the energetic signature that holds the Human Spirit together. It’s the Spiritual DNA on which everything else we are is built upon — physically, emotionally, intellectually, and of course — spiritually. Love is not optional in our survival, just as air is not optional. Just as water is not optional. We may not like the taste of the tap water but if it’s all we have, then we better dang well drink it, or we’re dead. In the same way, we may not like the idea that we are reliant on Love to live. But without it — we die.

This scenario has been played out with small children in a gruesome way. A phenomenon called Failure to Thrive occurs when a child is not touched and is repeatedly ignored. If never touched, the child will quite literally — die. If that’s not proof enough for anyone that Love is a key component in our design which directly affects our survival, then The Dream has been replaced with The Illusion. And that’s its own living Karmic Hell.

Many who are still addicted to the Illusion of Separation feel the need to categorize the nature of Love in order to control it. Again, this goes back to a last ditch attempt by Darkness to keep Plan C rolling as long as It can until The Year of Illumination kicks it to the curb. We see this futile exercise in controlling Love demonstrated by those who attempt to decide who can get married and who can’t. These folks attempt to dictate that there is some sort of “difference” in heterosexual love and homosexual love. The marriage equality issue is blowing up headlines across the USA as state after state acknowledges the utter ridiculousness in attempting to administrate Love. They may as well administrate who is qualified enough to breathe air. Is there heterosexual air and homosexual air?  I’d like to see who gets appointed to THAT congressional hot-air committee.

Love is not a choice. Who we love is not a choice. What we do about how we feel about someone is most definitely a choice, especially if the love we feel for someone isn’t reciprocated. If we keep hanging in there after we’ve been politely informed that our feelings are not shared, then we become a stalker, and that’s not about love, but about control and desperation. Again, Darkness enacts Plan C in the “name of love”.

Love is our Design. It’s our soul food. It’s our base Spiritual Protein in our Celestial DNA. We can’t even choose NOT to love. It’s simply what we do. Because it’s what we are. We just THINK we’re something else. We agonize in loneliness because we have bought into the Illusion that Love can only be felt through the association with a partner. Surely, Humanity is not designed to be alone. Otherwise, our soul would not have the need for a community-based physical experience where we are born into a body that is grown INSIDE OF SOMEONE ELSE. If our design did not include others, we would simply be an autonomous soul floating individually out in space, learning all there is to learn from the burp of endless Pulsars. Most all of us desire partnership. That, too, is our spiritual design as well as a biological imperative that makes sure that the species continues to propagate.

However, the “agonizing in loneliness” part isn’t necessary, though we all do it at one time or another. It’s how we try on the Illusion of Separation to see if it’s going to work for us. We desperately miss that “connection” with another person and we mistake that for LOVE. Indeed, that connection can BE love. It can also be connection with Self and with Source (through creativity, through helping others, through work, through friendship). Okay, sure, that doesn’t keep a person warm at night — initially. But with a little tweaking of the lense through which we view our life, we begin to see that there is GREAT connection and a feeling of completion in simply being in Peace with our Design.

This is what Buddhists call Nirvana and what Christians call being Filled With The Holy Spirit.

When we agonize in loneliness, we are convinced that we will never have partnership. What causes us agony is not being “lonely” — which is an enormous inconvenience and many times a real and unpleasant chemical reaction in the brain if one is going through a “break up”. The agony of the spirit comes from our buying into the Illusion that we will NEVER have connection. We literally create a future based upon our worst fears, a prison of perceptions, and we live in it. We base this prison off of our past experiences which involve having no one around in a romantic capacity. And instead of shifting our lense and our focus to the rest of our existence, which is ultimately connected in every way — we fixate on the one portion of the painting that is missing the color that is our favorite.

Certainly, nearly every Human Being craves a romantic partner. Again, that’s part of our Design. Some people are blessed with partnership at a young age that lasts until their last breath. Others rack up a lifetime of experiences until that “right person” comes along. Yet how we handle the time in between finding this “just right” individual is up to us. We may agonize through the time under the guise of “never”, or we may enjoy every connection we have with Creation in our unlimited connection to LOVE until this person arrives. How we choose to experience our life is completely up to us.

Love is our Fabric of Being. We don’t need to learn to love. We need to unlearn how to ignore what we are. It’s been ingrained in the Human Species for thousands of years, this disassociation from the Self. Yet we are thawing out, our extremities tingling with sensation once again as our Consciousness and our Collective Spirit thaw from a deep and long winter — which never actually existed.

You are not a choice. You are. Love is not a choice. It is. Be what you are. That’s the way it is.

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Fear Consciousness: How To Ruin Everything, and You Can Too!

I swear to God in Heaven, or wherever God seems to be hanging out these days — I’m sort of thinking maybe It’s hanging out at a Cinnabon, because of the smell, but whatever — I swear to God in Cinnabon that someone has hijacked a tanker full of Fear and poured it into the water supply. No, really. It’s the only rational reason I can drum up for the “Brains!” style Zombie-esque addiction to Fear that the second half of 2013 has brought into the spotlight. And I’m not talking the garden variety “Ew, yuck! A spider!” kind of fear. I’m talking about the kind of fear that ends careers, ends friendships, end marriages — sheesh, it ends sentences if anyone will let it.

Fear is a fascinating little pain in the keester. From a biological standpoint, fear is very positive. We sense danger, and run, thus forwarding the progression of our lives. And certainly, sometimes people suffering from different mental illnesses will be dealt the challenge of struggling with Fear past a rational point.

However, when applying Fear to the spiritual landscape, it’s more like a can of worms the size of the HAARP Array is peeled open, attracting stray cats from six countries as they mistake the huge, popping sound as some calling card for recycled fish innards. Fear has been the topic of many a guru’s DVD set: How to overcome it, how to identify it, how to make it your friend, how to use it to your advantage — I’m pretty sure if we just keep going, Fear will have it’s own cooking show. (Oh, wait — that’s Gordon Ramsay’s gig. Nevermind.) The fact is, Fear is a symptom of a much larger problem. And as much as I love tie-ins to fish innards, I’d best get to the point.

In the 2013 Year of Polarization, the name of the game is being known for who and what we are. Now, if someone is a real piece of work, this poses some problems, because the shine-you-on smile won’t necessarily float in the heavy polarization energies. Moreover, people simply won’t be able to keep the smile up. So whomever we really are — good, bad, ugly, high maintenance, saint-like — will be how we present ourselves. We can’t help it. The greater energies dictate this action in order to prepare us for 2014’s Year of Illumination, where whatever we have reaped to this point gets a big old spotlight shown upon it so we can see what our choices have net us.

No pressure.

During all this polarization and this having our masks ripped from our ears at breakneck pace, many people fall prey to an uncomfortable sensation: Being known for who and what they really are. This is scary for most mere mortals considering that society molds us to be exactly what IT thinks we should be, so who truly knows who and what we are, underneath the hood?

And we wonder why the pharmaceutical companies love the USA.

Enter Fear Consciousness, the bastard stepchild of Self-Defeat and Self-Loathing. Fear Consciousness truly is contagious. I joke about it’s spread being blamed on the water supply, but I’d be more accurate to report that the spread of Fear Consciousness is much like a cold — word of mouth.

Human beings must be taught to be afraid, outside of biological fear triggers (like, you know — drowning.) Fear Consciousness is a state of mind which is often an infection of attitude first, then becomes a sickness of spirit. To remain in Fear means to view everything in one’s life as if it is making an offensive action toward the person feeling continually threatened. It’s the process of recreating everything in one’s life to appear the predator. It’s relegating oneself to being the ultimate victim. I say “ultimate” because there is nothing more claustrophobic or terrifying than being trapped in your own skin. By your own skin.

Why would one want to trap themselves in a never-ending nightmare of predation and claustrophobia? Well, because as long as I’m trapped on the inside of my noggin, nothing can get me in here, don’t you know. Fear Consciousness is the ultimate control exercise. If one views everything as ‘out to get them’, they’ve already decided their fate: To be hosed, to be taken advantage of, etc and so on. You see, trusting someone, or something, demands that one accepts variables that are outside of one’s control, like someone else’s behavior, or personal advances, or work plans, or driving routes. The minute we take fear off the table, we can’t control how we feel about something until we’re right there, experiencing it.

And, well — who wants their bum hanging out in the breeze to THAT extent?

Symptoms of Fear Consciousness include extreme paranoia, bitterness, anger, isolation, blame, and if left to fester in it’s own dark pit — hatred itself. Fear Consciousness is one of the favorite menu items at Chez Darkness. Chaotic Darkness, a much more PC term for “Evil”, eats chaos and pain. So those who dedicate a life to Fear Consciousness are usually at the top of the list of Favorite Snacks by ethereal creepy crawlies everywhere. The sad part is that those who suffer from Fear Consciousness — and I do say “suffer” because enacting Fear 24 / 7 is hell to pay on the lymph nodes, pituitary system, stomach, adrenal glands, and heart — don’t notice that a majority of their energy is being siphoned off by some Dark Passenger that views the individual as a free pass to the Golden Coral.

Fear Consciousness is a bad habit that becomes addictive because upon first glance, it is safe. Many standard-issue Snares of Darkness have this same up-front camoflage. It goes like this:

After a bad break-up, Mary decides that dating then gains her nothing but emotional pain. She decides she’s going to be afraid of having partnership. Thus, she’s alone a lot of the time. While alone, Mary is lonely, and rather than acknowledging that she was the one who decided she should be alone in the first place instead of giving Jack or Bob or Ralph a chance, she decides that the world sucks. She forgets altogether that she has the option to trust someone. Why trust? That’s no fun. And certainly, it’s not very predictable, and it’s that nasty free-will that broke her heart in the first place. The relationship that Mary has now formed with her own misery is extremely predictable. It can’t hurt her any more than she allows it. And, since Mary is becoming addicted to this new relationship, she’s allowing it to hurt her quite a bit, because this pain is her only form of emotional intimacy. Now that she has her own misery to commiserate with, Mary doesn’t leave the house very often. She sees the world as “out to get her” and she becomes suspect of anyone who wants to hold a door, or ask her out to coffee. What do they REALLY want? Are they out to break up the only stable relationship she has, with her own sense of Fear? No way, Jose! Mary then spirals into this Kathy Bates insanity that involves too much Paula Deen cooking and an extra 75 pounds. When gaining weight, she blames men. In her mind, she becomes the ultimate victim of a caustic system, instead of realizing that every human on earth gains weight when cooking with lard and Haagen Dazs. Soon, Mary has become warped on the inside out, dedicated to the mythology of pain she has created, viewing everything in the world as a predator out to ambush and judge her every move. Mary gets a cat, DVR’s every American Idol, and her friends stop hearing from her. When Jane calls Mary and asks what the deal is, Mary won’t return her calls. Because who knows what Jane really wants? … and Bingo, just like that, Darkness has opened one more all-you-can-eat-pain-buffet at the expense of a perfectly good Human Spirit. Sadly, Mary signed on to own the franchise, and doesn’t even realize she’s serving 56 Billion a year. Thanks, Fear Consciousness!

Watching someone’s life be consumed by Fear Consciousness is much like watching someone be consumed by Meth, or any drug. The addictive behaviors take over aspects of their life that once were filled with connectivity and joy. And, personality changes accompany those who succumb to Fear Consciousness. Since Dark and Light can’t be in the same place at the same time, those who commit their soul to Fear — and that’s how Angelic Life sees it — must eradicate Light in order to hold the mythology of their painful existence alive.

I say “mythology” of their painful existence because Fear Consciousness creates an illusion of terror that the person then chooses to navigate within. It’s like a bad acid trip mixed with a cheesy 90’s video game — it doesn’t make much sense and the graphics are really, really bad. Yet the person experiencing the Fear would argue that it’s Dolby 3D. Much like the person who is a high as a kite on cheap cannabis will tell you that the frozen Sarah Lee Cheesecake is a cuisine masterwork, the person dedicated to the mythology of Fear Consciousness is in it to win it.

Regrettably in my work, I see the spiritual infection known as Fear Consciousness all too often, and upon detecting it’s inky signature, I brace for the impact of someone who really isn’t ready to hear any sort of message at all, or for that matter — receive any help at all. In the world of Fear Consciousness, there is only room for one master, and it’s not Light. This inky cloud also accompanies those who suffer from Can’t Get Out Of Their Own Way syndrome. This syndrome is a career killer for many, a relationship tanker for others, and a general life-ruiner no matter how you slice it.

Can’t Get Out Of Their Own Way Syndrome is one of the more common applications of Fear Consciousness. Symptoms include self-sabotage, like self-defeating behaviors that dive right in between a person’s success and their life path. Can’t Get Out Of Their Own Way Syndrome is a serious career killer for many, who aspire to hold incredible jobs but fall prey to the Fear Consciousness paranoia that dictates their every move like a strung-out tom cat. For instance, now that they have the job they’ve always wanted, it’s too good to be true, so the boss must be untrustworthy. Or out to get them. Or a miscommunication is blown into a reason for mutiny. Or any other host of third-party projections that gives the victim of the disorder a reason to throw trust out the window in lieu of a more familiar bedfellow: Distrust. Those who suffer from Can’t Get Out Of Their Own Way Syndrome will systematically ruin every good opportunity that comes their way, only to recover, and get another opportunity — to then again ruin it, in the same way, but claim they were the victim, every time. Why? Because the underlying Fear Consciousness does not want the competition of boundless opportunities flooding into the person’s life. That may inspire the individual to GET a life outside of Fear. And for Fear, that’s terrifying.

Now there’s an irony.

Like a bacterial infection, Fear Consciousness can be treated with regular and timed doses of Attitude Adjustment. But it’s a long battery of spiritual medication, amd if one dose of Attitude Adjustment is missed, the fear Consciousness takes hold like a super flu and is then again harder to beat back. A stronger dose of Attitude Adjustment is required, and relocation to a better facility to recover — say, from the couch to the city park or a beach for a walk — is often a companion treatment.

Fear Consciousness is curable. Yet the biggest obstacle in the cure is the willingness of the person suffering from the malady to part with the safety of their misery. While under the illusion of Fear Consciousness, one is very safe in the confined oppressiveness of their own small, small world, in which, the script is neatly written to pen anyone with suspect behaviors as the “bad guy”. Such a controllable script enables the spirit to rest — it thinks — in the predictable nature of the flesh prison in which the soul is now entombed.

It’s Spiritual Stockholm Syndrome.

In fact, treating someone who has gone into a full-time relationship with Fear Consciousness is much, much more like deprogramming someone from a cult. The Cult of Limitation (the title of an upcoming book I have coming out — shameless, sad plug) is the key compound where you’ll find most Fear Consciousness members. Like any cult, fear demands that you deal only with those who also deal within its mythologies. Those who aren’t going to play the Fear game are then ostracized. Dark attracts Dark, Light attracts Light. (Opposites only attract on Once someone becomes sucked into the full weight of the cult by surrounding themselves with those who also operate on the same fear Consciousness, it’s very difficult to convey to the individual the allure of trust and opportunity. Much like taking someone out of a straight jacket who has been confined for many days, the victim of fear Consciousness isn’t sure what to do with all that free, unpredictable space. They must be brought back into Light slowly, until they realize that the Light is their primary design, a design they are built to trust.

Fear Consciousness is spreading at the same rate that the Culture of Love is making even more headway. That’s part of the Polarization energies of 2013. One of the most startling realizations I’ve made in this past year is the number of people who simply are incapable of recognizing that their Fear Consciousness is the sole reason their life isn’t moving forward. And it can be dangerous to “pop the bubble” of the person who is fully dedicated to Fear as they lash out and push back when accountability and change become an option.

Darkness never gives up ground without a fight.
One of the most obvious ear-markers of Fear Consciousness is Blame. As long as it’s someone else’s fault, the person who is suffering from this particular addiction to pain won’t have to change any behaviors. Again, the “not me” illusion sets in, and Fear is safe from spiritual eradication.

If you find you have friends or loved ones who are down the rabbit hole in terms of Fear Consciousness, there truly isn’t much you can do about it. It is a RELATIONSHIP between the person who is swimming in the illusion, and the Fear itself. It’s a very real codependency. And just like trying to interrupt the romantic relationship of a codependent person — the messenger is always shot. (Believe me. This year, I’m going to Halloween parties as a piece of Swiss Cheese and I won’t even need a costume.)

The best we can do to assist someone who is drowning in Fear Consciousness is to deal with them in compassion. Anger against Fear brings out rage. Rage against Fear brings out Apathy. Love against Fear melts Fear. And once Fear is melted — the person who has been held captive in the lonely one-person cell within their own skin — will emerge.

During this Polarization energy of 2013, do not be disheartened if your most sincere life-saving ring tossed into the sea of Fear is then lit on fire by someone drowning in Fear Consciousness. It’s not personal. It’s Fear, attempting to guard its real estate. There will be many who will choose the karma (lesson) of learning what it is to be truly isolated, and they will choose self-destruction, career-destruction, relationship-destruction, all fueled by Fear, just to try on the different facets of their own learning. Humans often learn who they are through learning who they are not.

We can do our best to not engage the Fear Consciousness on a day to day basis. Like a Virus of Bacteria, it’s an equal opportunity infector. We keep our spiritual antibodies strong by aligning ourselves with those who also seek Light. By those who live for the WE consciousness, not the ME consciousness. By those who understand communication and forgiveness and by our enacting communication and forgiveness. We keep up our spiritual immune system by aligning ourselves with God Energy — meditation, prayer, baking a cake, writing a song, rocking a child, playing with a pet — and by doing unto others what we would have done unto ourselves. We remind ourselves that our way is indeed, NOT the highway. And we trust. When we’re hurt, we shake it off, and we still trust. And when we’re disappointed once again, we realize it’s not personal, and we STILL trust. Certainly, discernment is part of trusting. Yet there is no discernment in blindly adhering to Fear. Or Anger. Or Blame. Or Paranoia.

Fear Consciousness is a spiritual sickness. And it’s treatable with compassion. Yet there will be those who choose the lesson of going down with the Fear Ship. And we must allow those who make that choice — to experience the consequences of that choice. We can attempt to be a good friend, a good spouse, a good boss. We can attempt a pep talk or a good cry with a pal over a glass of two buck chuck wine. Yet at the end of the day, we are completely incapable of changing another person’s perception, and those truly dedicated to Fear Consciousness will simply overwrite what’s being told to them with a conveniently paranoid script anyway. It’s part of the ailment. Illusion is the Fuel of Fear. Without Illusion, Fear is Powerless.

Being on the other end of someone whose primary relationship is with their own Fear becomes an exhausting task. Continuing to wear the ‘bad guy” costume placed upon us by the person who craves the Illusion of Confrontation then begins to warp our own sense of self. The most loving thing we can do for ourselves as well as someone who is dedicated to their own Fear Consciousness, is to love them. Either from up close — or sometimes, better far away.

We are the body, the breath, the pulse of creation. Our collective consciousness effects the earth, our atmosphere — absolutely everything. When we Fear, water particles retract. When we love, water particles expand. We as a species are in a key time in our development, realizing we are not simply flesh pods working 9 to 5, but a spiritually evolving species straddling a deep cavern where every move we make determines whether we cross into an exploding, enlightened, interonnected state of being, or plunge to our lowest common denominator below. Many are falling into the abyss at record rates.

I found this quite tragic until an Angelic entity shared this perspective with me:

“Why do you weep for those whose (free) will was honored? Yours is no more worthy than theirs.”

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July 5th 2013 – Call To Light Podcast with Danielle Egnew: The Culture of Love

CallToLight-PodcastHowdy everyone! I hope your Fourth of July was spent with amazing family and friends — mine sure was!

Speaking of warm and fuzzy, join me this week as I discuss the Culture of Love: What is love, from a spiritual perspective? How is the Culture of Love winning in the world right now? What does it truly mean to “love thy neighbor”, or to “turn the other cheek”? And how is Darkness responding to the spread of Love throughout the world? Tune in by clicking the link below and find out!

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June 28th 2013 – Call To Light Podcast with Danielle Egnew: Identifying Self-Defeating Behavior

CallToLight-PodcastJune 28th – Identifying Self-Defeating Behavior Hi everyone! Please join me as I discuss the spiritual dynamics of Self-Defeating Behavior: What is it? Why do we enact behavior that would cause us to stumble in the first place? Does our calling change throughout our life? And how do we stop tripping ourselves up? Tune in by clicking the link below and find out!

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June 21 2013 – Call To Light Podcast with Danielle Egnew: Defeating Worry

CallToLight-PodcastJoin Danielle as she discusses the spiritual dynamics of worry: How does worrying affect our life path? How can we stop ourselves from living a life drenched in worry? And when it comes right down to it — what IS a worry? Tune in by clicking the link below as Danielle passes on tips from Angelic beings — on how to avoid this all-too-common mental trap!

Happy Listening! :)

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June 14th 2013 – Call To Light Podcast with Danielle Egnew: Connecting to God Energy

CallToLight-PodcastDon’t get mired in the weight of despair – find out how to shake off those blues and keep on moving forward. You are more than the sum total of your pain! Join me as I discuss connecting to The God Energy: How do we do that? Why is it important? What IS it? How does Darkness work to keep us seperated from our Point of Origin? What happens if we co-create seperation from Light, with Darkness? Tune in by clicking the link and find out!!

Happy listening everybody :)

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June 6th 2013 – Call To Light Podcast with Danielle Egnew: Fear vs Gratitude

June 6th 2013 – Fear vs Gratitude

CallToLight-PodcastListen to Call To Light Radio podcast while Danielle discusses fear vs gratitude: What is the cult of fear and how did we become a member? What is fear? Why do we allow our fears to run our lives? How can we live in gratitude instead? And how can the choice to replace fear with gratitude change our life? Tune in by clicking the link below, and find out!

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Announcing Call To Light Radio — The Weekly Podcast!

CallToLight-PodcastHey everybody! I’m so excited to announce my personal spiritual podcast, “Call To Light” — a weekly half-hour spiritual intensive hosted by yours truly that includes uplifting messages, life path lessons, and relevant spiritual tools which refresh the human spirit and reconnect humankind to it’s point of origin — The Light. Think of this weekly show as sinking into a warm spiritual bath whose goal is to deeply emerse the soul in spiritual concepts. And — you just may get a chuckle or two along the way.

I’m so honored and excited to be able to pass along the most pressing messages on the “spiritual ticker tape” — subscribe to the RSS feed and get the new posdcast delivered right to your inbox.

Enjoy this week’s very first show by clicking the link below, and honor your Call To Light :)!

May 31st 2013 Show summary: Losing our personal relevance in our lives — how do we regain our sense of where we belong? What is Darkness and how does it erode our sense of self? Where is God in the midst of our suffering? How do our thoughts affect our life? And how did spiritual masters like Jesus make it day to day, dealing with the same types of human struggles that we endure? Tune in and find out!

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Throwing Others Under The Bus: 2013’s Olympic Sport

Ah, the good old days — when accountability was the new black. When keeping one’s word was something people did because it was the right thing to do, not because if they didn’t — they’d be sued. When, if caught with one’s hand in the cookie jar, one would fess up to it. Not claim that it was a walk-in from Niburu that took over their body and made all their karmic choices.

Owning it. Even reading the words gives me a warm, toasty feeling.

Though I’m a big fan of virtual communication — heck, come find me at @DanielleEgnew on Twitter (shameless social plug) — I’m also an enormous fan of talking on the phone. And in person. I’m a big fan of the written word, and I’m a big fan of taking the time to understand where people are coming from. For a time, I thought this was due to the fact that I’m the cross fade generation, Gen X, the last generation to bridge the sensibilities of the brick-and-mortar world onto the endless possibility of the virtual digital era. We Gen Xers are all about building community, social messages, and breaking down barriers. So I figured it must be my 40-something sensibility having cut my communication teeth on a rotary phone that must be driving my person-to-person, cause-and-effect sensibility.

Actually, I’ve come to find out that I just have a conscience. My generation has nothing to do with it.

I’m not certain whether it’s the ease with which we can send a snarky text then turn off our phone, or whether we’ve just allowed our sociopath gene to take a walk around in the park for awhile because we’re bored with playing Angry Birds. But people genuinely seem to be lacking an extremely major component that links their actions with how they would be perceived by — well — anyone outside of their Holodeck. And yes, I just deliberately used a Star Trek reference.

I’m talking about an epidemic. I’m going to name it “Precious Syndrome” and I’ll explain why in just a second, here. This epidemic is sweeping the globe, but since I’m living here in the USA, I’ll stick to the shores with which I’m more familiar. Precious Syndrome is a very serious condition where people’s world become very, very, very, very small, and the individual becomes “too precious” to exist without a case manager, without a fan club posting their photo on FaceTwiterest, or without Tom Cruise’s handler to re-write their every move to create them the hero in the public’s eye. Symptoms include but are not limited to extreme self-absorption, us-against-them mentality, being convinced all things are directed at them, crumbling the moment anyone disagrees with them, and the most serious tell of the disorder: Complete inability to own one’s end of any tangled situation due to the Victim Virus (a little-known substrain of Oppression Infection.)

Precious Syndrome can be contracted by anyone at any time, and is not specific to any one area of the country, nor any specific demographic, though I have noticed disproportionate outbursts of the disorder here in Los Angeles. Don’t get me wrong. I love my City of Angels. She is built on the swirling geomagnetic ley lines of fault activity and high-expulsion electromagnetic fields, a large part of the LA basin plunked on top of an old Volcano caldera whose geological remnant, or “toilet-paper-stuck-on-the-heel”, is called The LaBrea Tarpits.  Though LA is an energetically complicated environment as sticky as a spider’s web, Precious Syndrome is alive and well in every nook and cranny of our great nation. And unlike an illness that can be cured with medical treatment — Precious Syndrome is an affliction of the Spirit. More specifically — it’s an affliction of the Conscience.  

Well gang, Doctor Danielle is in — because I’ve about had it with this particular epidemic. So as to save countless millions (who I am sure are all reading this blog at the same time, crashing WordPress servers clear to Indonesia), I’m going to discuss how to avoid contracting this illness, whose most destructive attribute is making a giant ass out of anyone infected.

As a race whose design depends on our ability to connect with one another in order to reflect back our own lessons from which to learn, we suck at isolation. No, we do. Yes, yes, I know — we all love our alone time. But that’s different than isolation, which, due to its mentally-eroding capabilities, is the modality on the top of the military’s list for breaking down prisoners. We are not designed to create a universe in which we are the god, we are the judge, and we are the jury, re-writing the rules as we go along and erasing our history to re-create us as the “hero” in today’s headlines. Sure, we are allowed to create this reality if we feel like it — welcome to Free Choice Central, or Earth — but it’s gonna be a tough row to hoe once we introduce anyone else into our insulated Sims Universe who is part of the general human population.

I can cite three things, primarily, that have reflected humanity’s recent addiction to Illusion: The App Mentality, “Reality” TV, and Social Media.

I’ve blogged about what I call the “App Mentality” before, which to recap is the half-invested attitude by most folks who won’t really put a lot of work into anything because there’s “Gotta be an app for that.” Reality TV is soft-scripted content (that means producers feed opening lines and actions to the cast so they don’t have to pay screenwriters) that people at home buy as actually happening, thus believing that unless you’re missing a chromosome, you’re not really living life to the Jerry Springer Boo Boo Fullest. Social Media is terrific, until people forget it’s SOCIAL media and start substituting interactions with virtual friends for life-and-death shoot outs where Mary gets unfriended by Jill because Mary “liked” everybody’s comment but hers. Because YES, people, we’ve become THAT easy to butt-hurt these days.


But I digress.

Humanity’s addiction to Illusion, though endearing if you’re selling year-long passes to the new Harry Potter Theme Park, is destructive when it comes to personal development. I’m a big supporter of a strong self-image. However, creating a “world” where one does no wrong and one continually makes themselves out to be the victim at the expense of other people’s reputation, work ethic, and livelihood — is a sickness. And since Like Attracts Like, people who suffer from Precious Syndrome either surround themselves with other infectees or people who they’ve kept in the dark, who don’t really know what’s going on in their life and buy their latest press release. Precious Syndrome is a progressive condition, a sickness of the spirit, where the infected person’s conscience is slowly eaten away by Darkness, one selfish and justified act at a time. And, our current social structure supports the spread of the illness within the spiritual infrastructure of the soul, because like most bacteria, it thrives best in the dark and in undisturbed locations.

Again — human beings were not meant to be isolated. Like that one banana left on the counter that gets lost behind the toaster — we get really rotty, really fast.

People who suffer from Precious Syndrome can’t help but throw everyone in their life under the bus. A major symptom of the syndrome is a lack of conscience as an infectee compromises someone else’s entire life just to cover their keester. Because afterall, it’s not real — right? They can simply erase the text, or drop an entire group of friends on Facebook and move on. According to them, it’s never their fault. Just check under that bus, especially in the wheel wells. You’ll find remnants of co-workers, employers, family members, spouses, brothers, sisters, friends, the dog, the cat, the gerbil, a packet of Ovaltine — whatever they can get their hands on to lay the blame, you’ll find it in the tire treads.

Or, when all else fails, it’s always the fault of Life, taking a colossal poo on their heads, day in and day out. Good thing the bus has mud flaps.

Those who suffer from Precious Syndrome will often cry “victim” when there is no one else to blame, concocting insane “tell-all” stories that dig up supposed hidden facts from the past they’ve kept “secret” until “just now” — usually, because some terrible situation or individual was holding them hostage at the bottom of a missile silo or something — really, someone would have to be missing serious chunks of grey matter to actually buy into the stories that these folks make up at this juncture of the game. But, since these folks are too far down their own rabbit holes to realize how Crazy Pants Jones they look to a non-infected individual, they’ll keep pushing the victim card until someone believes it. Even if it means Boldly Lying where No One Has Lied Before. ( I know, I really need to see “Star Trek: Into Darkness”, and just get it out of my system.)

This addiction to Illusion is par for the course in our polarizing energies of 2013. As I’ve discussed a great deal in print, on the radio, and on lecture tours, this is the year that separates the men from the boys, the posers from the doers, the talkers from the walkers. People can’t sit on the fence anymore. Whoever we are, we are going to be OUT LOUD within this energy — good or bad. Our skeletons will be ejected out of our closets, and the Universe will watch to see how we handle the unveiling of illusion. We will be known for exactly who we are — good or bad. Even if we have absolutely no idea at the time that we’ve been outed as either. Those who have a chosen a life-long lesson of illusion will do anything — anything at all, at any desperate expense right now — to continue to foster that illusion because it’s the side of the fence they’ve committed to, usually out of the fear of dealing with the pain that drove them to create the illusion in the first place. This fear of  facing their own pain is what fuels a seething desperation that is capable of great atrocities including destroying the lives of others, if it comes to that. And the closer we get to the end of this year, the more desperate people will become. Why? Because though 2013 is the Year of Polarization, 2014 will be the Year of Illumination.

You heard it here first.

However, in order to illuminate, or shine, we have to polish a surface. In order to polish, we must rub the surface down with sandpaper, then finer grit, then wax and sheer elbow grease, before the impurities and inclusions are scrubbed away. 2013 is all about elbow grease. This is a bum-hole-ripping Year of Karma for many people, where we are working out the last of our big lessons within to prepare to fly, or flop.   

Perhaps it’s the advent of social media where we can all see exactly what everybody else is doing with the flick of the “refresh” button, or perhaps it’s this energy signature of polarization. But whatever it is, the amount of people who have taken to tossing others under the bus has advanced from a flock to a herd to a whole continent in less than six months. Once a cowardly exit, the new “under the bus” maneuver is a highly-skilled Olympic sport, available in either teams or solo events. One out of every three people I have encountered over this past year have either had an unbelievable drama erupt that was life changing, or were asked to participate in cleaning up an unbelievable explosion in someone’s life. How we handle great transition appears to be the flavor of the day at the Life Lesson Café and it’s very important that we keep our souls covered as not to contract Precious Syndrome while the dust is settling amongst the rubble.

Laying blame on others at their expense is a spiritual dice game for a high roller personality type. We may roll a seven and get away with it. Or we may roll snake eyes, and go bust. It takes an adrenaline junkie, a thrill rider, a gambler who is willing to wing an all-or-nothing Hail Mary in the moment of truth to be able to take off the coat of accountability, smack it on another, zip it up, and shove that person to the front of the firing squad. Though fear is a factor, fear is not what actually motivates people to toss others under the bus, because a fearful person would fear the repercussions of the individual eventually pulling themselves off the pavement, and coming after them. No, indeed, throwing someone under the bus is a passive-aggressive action taken by a very calculated, very angry person who is on the attack. Throwing someone under the bus isn’t a REACTION, as some think. It’s an OFFENSIVE action fueled by entitlement when someone has felt they “haven’t gotten theirs”, or they haven’t been “seen”. It’s a controlled means of punishing another person whom they wished they had the courage to be, usually. But people who suffer from Precious Syndrome lack the courage of character. That’s why they design a world to their liking — where they are always the star, surrounded by flocks of either admirers or caretakers. One who lacks character must write one as they go along. 

If you find yourself in the crosshairs of someone suffering from Precious Syndrome, just relax. Like drowning in quicksand, the worst thing a person can do against the energy of illusion — is struggle. Illusion gains strength and energy from any energy anyone else puts into it — including struggling against it. If Chuck is passing along rumors that Joe is a no-good bully who butts in on everyone’s Facebook pages and blurts obscenities, then Joe find out and bursts onto Chuck’s Facebook page blurting obscenities at him for spreading the rumor — Joe just became the fictitious version of himself that Chuck was peddling to everybody…in front of everybody. Instead, don’t buy into the crazy. If something isn’t true, it doesn’t deserve the energy of a comment.

We decide what we respond to, and how. No one makes us do anything. Obviously, we need to stand up for ourselves. But there is a far cry from setting the record straight and diving headfirst into a whirlpool of chaos at its highest rotation point.

The act of owning one’s actions, or accountability, is one of the most pride-building, spirit-enhancing, character sculpting things that a human being can do. Which is precisely why Darkness hopes it can knock accountability out of fashion in lieu of Illusion. Accountability not only calls our spirit to task, but levels the playing field by removing any “leverage” someone wishing to emotionally control another may seek. When we are accountable for our end of a mishap, we not only honor the situation and the other person, but we honor ourselves, acknowledging to ourselves that we are capable of accepting a lesson learned.

Adults develop an ego surrounding “lessons” that we don’t possess as children. In fourth grade, if we mastered a lesson, we were proud of ourselves. If we were scolded by a parent and asked later, “Have you learned your lesson?” we would nod in earnest, and feel accomplishment as our parent smiled and said, “Good for you. Now go play.” And we’d be off playing, letting the emotionality of the event go, proud deep down that we made it through the lesson. In contrast, as adults, we become offended by the thought of learning a lesson, because how dare we be treated as the child by the Universe! But, um… gang? We are spiritual children. I mean, we are a really young race. Super young. Our idea of an “old soul” is barely out of seventh grade by most spiritual and Galactic standards. So perhaps we would be best served getting off of our high horses as “seventh grade adults” — and perceive mastering our lessons as we would have, in fourth grade? With excitement? With accomplishment? With pride? Rather than the resentful, why-does-god-hate-me approach that most adult humans take.

Accountability is about NOT owning what is not ours, as well. If we own everything, that’s codependence. However, the slippery slope is approached when, if we are being accountable, we then ruin the moment with: “BUT, you did this and this and this, too…” That’s not being accountable. That’s tattling. And it bugs. So just let that behavior rest in peace with your Farrah Fawcett Poster from 1975. If you can’t be accountable without pointing out everything everyone else did, that’s called JUSTIFICATION, not accountability. And that’s two clicks off of tossing someone right under the bus.

As a summary, here is a last minute safety checklist for riding with other passengers, or — 

How to NOT lob someone under the bus:

1) Own your stuff.
2) Listen while others air grievances.
3) Acknowledge your part in the grievance without justifying your part.
4) Say you’re sorry. Sorry is not about who is right or wrong.
5) Mean it.
6) Learn.
7) Carry on without “carrying on”.

We, as a species, are so capable. We are capable of great bridge building with healing through accountability, and we are capable of great destruction through illusion. Our design as Beings of Light supports learning lessons in order to excel. We are meant to excel when we grow. We are meant to grow when we change. We are meant to change, period. We must choose whether or not we have the courage to change through accountability, or whether we wish to learn our lessons while fighting through the rabbit warren of complications created by our own illusions. Either way, we learn.

I, however, prefer the learning process without the road rash.

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North Korea: The Judas Factor

For anyone following the situation in North Korea – this is for you. I had a dream two nights ago, and I’ve just figured out what it means, thanks to ABC News. So you’ll forgive this blog hastily tapped out on my iPhone.

With precognitive abilities, predictions are not always a literal. For instance, the Bible is full of people who would have precognitive dreams but they were always full of symbolism. Now, I’m not suggesting my dreams are worthy of being documented in the Bible :-) This one, however, was significant – I could feel it. Predictive and symbolic dreams “feel” very different than one’s normal subconscious just rolling through the motions. So here it is:

I dreamed I was on a road trip in a bulky old Jeep Waggoner pulling a flatbed trailer with some fella who happened to know where we were going. We ended up following this river for a long time, over state lines, until we end up getting stuck in it, and I realize it’s the Rio Grande. We then have to pull over into the desert of Arizona (The Rio Grande actually starts in Colorado runs between Texas and New Mexico). We crawled out of the River and walked into the back yard of this very interesting modern adobe house.

Suddenly we were in southern CA, In the Anaheim area, pulled over in some semi-industrial-meets-neighborhood cul de sac by a large weedy vacant lot. I can clearly see four HUGE Zepplins in the air, at every compass point, N, S, E, W. Then a HUGE military cargo plane, those giant four-engined things that look like they shouldn’t even be able to fly, barreled right through the Zeppelins one by one, exploding them Hindenburg style. The zeppelins burst into flames and it was rather traumatic, watching such an enormous fireball and realizing that all the people on board died as the debris cascaded to the earth. The zeppelins had to be destroyed for the higher good of everyone – whatever that was supposed to mean — even though people died onboard.

I watched as one by one, the huge military cargo plane drove right through the zeppelin at the North as it exploded, then through the zeppelin at the south as it exploded it, then the zeppelin to the east was destroyed.

I look to this vacant lot and its then full of about 20 guys that look exactly alike, identical to the guy who has been driving me around on this road trip. They were like clones, wearing some light red outfits with the Anaheim Angels logo on the front. They walked in perfect formation, all very thrilled that they executed blowing these things up with such precision. They were making all of these strange unison hand gestures, like pitchers on a baseball field, but it was some sort of celebratory dance/signaling to one another, and all in unison, like a dance troupe — river dancers with their hands. They were quite excited about their accomplishment and this was some sort of “group high five” shared by the collective consciousness of this bomber team in Angels outfits. They didn’t seem one bit upset about the loss of life, as that seemed as though it was supposed to happen to execute this plan.

I recall saying to them, in regard to their hand gestures: “Geez, pitchers are superstitious!” As they were all pitchers.

They ignore me so I then look back at the trailer attached to the old Jeep Waggoneer I’ve been road tripping in, which has been pulling a flatbed trailer, and on the back is strapped a small zeppelin. I hop out of the jeep, which is now full of a few people and I’m not sure where they came from, and I told this weird identical clone guy who was driving that we had to get everyone away from the trailer before the plane drove through the last zeppelin on the trailer and exploded everything. I realized that this zeppelin was the zeppelin of the West.

When I looked back at the flatbed trailer, the zeppelin had turned into this odd looking ball made up of triangles, like those giant radar things. The minute I saw that, I realized we were in the clear.

Then I woke up.

This dream bothered me because I knew it meant something. I just wasn’t sure what yet until I saw a few news pieces today. Then it slammed into focus.

Over the last week, I’ve done a few radio shows on which I’ve been asked about what I saw for North Korea. I’ve told people what I’ve “seen”, and I was also “prompted” by the universe not to put that same prediction in writing, mostly for the “panic” affect it could potentially have.

Then I have this dream, and the “green light” of sharing and go-ahead comes flooding through.

I’ve “seen” that North Korea would fire nuclear weapons. This hasn’t been a very popular statement, met with the usual hems and haws that the Kim dynasty likes to make threats. But I’ve seen North Korea fire on China and South Korea, and that’s what I’ve reported. I believe those are the zeppelins of the north and south. I believe the zeppelin to the east — is Japan, which will be fired upon. The military plane blowing through the zeppelins are military intercepts, yet people still died. The zeppelin to the west is us — the United States — and we are not fired upon.

The group of cloned baseball players were neither athletes nor military, but quite literally, angels, thus the uniform and logo. These brings were doing their job to keep as many safe as possible even though that meant some would die in the process, to save the many. The hand signals were some sort of language they shared, symbolic of a group moving as one with a higher directive that was secret only to them.

The guy driving me around all this time was one of these Angels, part of this squad.

The Rio Grande is geographically significant. Colorado has a huge Air Force base, as does New Mexico (Roswell, anybody?) Rivers represent change and death. I started to be swept away by the river but was safe on the shore, in Arizona, a large spiritual vortex. The United States is spared.

I thought I’d pass this along. I hope I’m wrong about North Korea pulling the trigger. The feeling of this dream was that those who perished on the zeppelins gave their lives for those on the “ground” , so we could be safe. The people in the zeppelins that died a quick death by explosion represented the souls who would be lost so that the consciousness of humans left behind could then be raised.

It’s not often I have a dreams like these. I felt it was time to pass this on. Pray for / send positive thoughts to the heart of the North Korean leader Kim Jong-Un. It seems that poor man has chosen the “Judas” straw. That can’t be an easy path — for anyone. The greatest dictators have brought the greatest peace and societal transcendence afterwards.

Odd how that all balances out.

May peace be upon us all. And may I be flat wrong, this dream the result of too many Doritos before bed.

Sea Radar Tracking N. Korean Threat

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