7:31 pm, 2/20/2010 4th, 9 Serpent Mayan day
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PONDERING PRAYER - CONNECTING WITH ETs
(Renamed from COTTON WOOL, Cont’d - INTERRUPTED JOURNAL - what a lousy name THAT was, ho ho :)
Video here on YouTube You know, it’s rather amazing, how these journals come into being. As I sit down to write, I really have no idea, about 95% of the time, what is going to come out; what the subject matter will be. Every now and then a series will get started, and I will be able to feel into the flow of that enough to have at least an idea of what might be coming in the next one. Generally, though, all I have within me when I take up the keyboard is an energy, an inner connection that’s telling me there is something wanting to come out, to be born. Okay, so that’s apropos of nothing, but I thought I’d share it. Remember to be in heart, please. I am sharing all of this live, as it’s happening, so you are just coming along with me as I make these discoveries. Like that one. I hadn’t thought of or about that, before.
Onward. What flows, what arises? Well, there is some unfinished business about the other night, when my
intuition seemed to sort of turn off, like I was wrapped or insulated in cotton wool. I reached out to connect with Light, and there was nothing. It was so strange, so unlike what reality is like for me almost always.
Anyway, as I shared in an earlier journal, that night I found out, I rediscovered
what it is like to pray. Since I have been more or less living my whole life as a prayer, reverently being aware and present in each action, I have not felt the need for any ‘reaching out.’ Heaven, or divinity, God, Source...whatever, seemed always present.
Yes, I would say certain prayers throughout the day, but there was no real reaching out in them. The
connection was there, instantly, do you see? I really believe, for instance, in consecrating each day in the morning. Then, on going to sleep, I do the same, the same prayer at night. It just makes sense to me. So it’s not like I don’t pray. Gee, words can be challenging. Getting across a meaning is no chance thing, and even with the best of training and effort, it is still challenging, especially once we begin to try to put words around multi- or other-dimensional things and experiences. Okay, nuff moaning. So, yeah, I pray. I don’t drink a glass of water, either, without first blessing it. If you haven’t yet heard of Masuru Emoto and his research work with water, I highly, highly recommend you Google him. Actually, you could probably just Google water and he would come up. And I bless my food. That uses prayer.
So I pray, yeah. There’s just no reaching out to it. I have such a sense
of God as everywhere present.
Perhaps you do, too. Then you would understand the strangeness of it if suddenly, out of the blue, God didn’t seem so present anymore. What if suddenly, you called out, and no one answered?
Okay, I know that a lot of people live in this state. I do know. I spent a lot of time there, too. It’s just that, once we find and enter the Kingdom of Heart, once we begin more and more to reside and abide
there, that feeling-alone state becomes a thing of the past. What is really, really present in heart is this sense of the Presence of Divinity, of God, Source, whatever term. It’s there. Always. So what happened the other night?
That night was actually the culmination of about a week wherein I had not so much felt this Presence. It was subtle, but I just seemed more and more left on my own, without guidance. My intuition did not
seem to be so present. Not absent, either; just not so easily functional.
Then I had that whole experience where I journaled,
to try to find out what was going on, only I got no answers. Now THAT was a first. That’s part of what journaling is to me: a way to find answers. It really rocked me back on my heels, and set me on my own resources. It was strange.
And no, I don’t do drugs. I don’t even drink, aside from a friendly glass of wine or two on vacation, or the like. I don’t alter my consciousness artificially because I don’t need to do that. My consciousness gets
naturally altered on a pretty regular basis, just in the process of living and Loving and going Home to Source.
To continue, I was left on my own. There is a really high
and holy group of beings I am familiar with, and friendly with, called the Sirian High Council (SHC). They are always there for me when I call. So I called on them, that night, to get some answers. ~~~ Phone call interruption ~~~ I feel so lost, here. Am I repeating myself? Am I in my intuition at all? What is acting, here? Okay, I will at least jot down some notes, so I don’t lose the precious thing. ~~~~~~~~~~ Another call ~~~~~~~~~~ More phone call interruptions ~~~
[Well, they answered.] Yet, when they responded, I
challenged them to prove themselves... since I'd been having some issues with some unfriendly ETs, recently. When they didn't do that I was left with silence; not sure if I'd connected with them... or with the unfriendlies.
So I had the feeling
I hadn't connected with the SHC the other night. It appears, now, that I had. First, just the feeling. Then, a series of events. When I awoke this morning I found my Sirian Seal pendant under the feather bed. Looking at the chain around my neck, and seeing it missing was a bummer. I wondered what the message was; why it had come off.
So, I went ahead and reconnected it. Later, walking down the hall, I heard my necklace jingling.
tinkles a bit, but it was louder.
Wondering why, I pulled it up to look at it, and I saw that I had
both Sirian Seals* on the necklace! Wow, was this ever a message. What it said was that yes, I definitely connected with them.
[Ah, what a good feeling! Also a message
not to be so unsure of myself, of my connection with the Light Beings. The “unfriendly ETs” can surely get you down, sometimes. Part of their mission, too, is to come between us and the real Light Beings.]
* I keep one under the sheets, for good measure :-)