Standards Get Higher: Won’t Harm Any More
July 22, 2019
By Steve Beckow
The Mother’s blue-diamond, 6th-dimensional creative chaos … in an iceberg
As we look forward to and prepare for the next event in our otherwise-gradual Ascension – a 4th-chakra heart opening – I keep hearing in my mind’s ear: The closer to the destination, the narrower the path and the straiter the gate.
If Jesus didn’t say that, I think he should’ve. (Is that him laughing back there?)
Because it feels to me that the more I rise with the energies, the more I’m being squeezed like a wet sponge. I didn’t know I had so much water in me.
My standards keep needing to go higher to match the space I’m in. Otherwise I feel like I’ll disgorge all the corrosive acid I’m carrying around inside – think Morley’s chain, what we used to call my gunnysack, my old baggage.
I’m now at a place where I feel it necessary to stop doing harm to any and all humans. I’m not ready to go further than that just yet.
But it does show how I feel the standards needing to rise. Buddha might call it tightening up on “the keeping of the dharma.” I believe Hindus call it “shila” or morality. In my view, they’re pointing at the same thing.
What did Ram Dass say a long time ago? “Speaking the truth used to be a luxury. Now it’s a necessity”?
It constantly feels like my dharma or shila needs tightening for me to remain comfortable in these rising energies.
You don’t get to be a grumpy old fart without harming others, in large or small ways, along the way. I have a lot of wreckage behind me, which I need to make amends for. And I also don’t want to exaggerate. I’m a rather ordinary grumpy old fart.
The squeezed sponge won’t stay empty for more than a millisecond. I anticipate transformative love filling every nook and cranny as soon as it finds real, lasting, unsuppressed space.
But right now I’m in the Mother’s creative chaos and it feels like being in the washer/dryer.
Source: Golden Age of Gaia
July 22, 2019
By Steve Beckow
The Mother’s blue-diamond, 6th-dimensional creative chaos … in an iceberg
As we look forward to and prepare for the next event in our otherwise-gradual Ascension – a 4th-chakra heart opening – I keep hearing in my mind’s ear: The closer to the destination, the narrower the path and the straiter the gate.
If Jesus didn’t say that, I think he should’ve. (Is that him laughing back there?)
Because it feels to me that the more I rise with the energies, the more I’m being squeezed like a wet sponge. I didn’t know I had so much water in me.
My standards keep needing to go higher to match the space I’m in. Otherwise I feel like I’ll disgorge all the corrosive acid I’m carrying around inside – think Morley’s chain, what we used to call my gunnysack, my old baggage.
I’m now at a place where I feel it necessary to stop doing harm to any and all humans. I’m not ready to go further than that just yet.
But it does show how I feel the standards needing to rise. Buddha might call it tightening up on “the keeping of the dharma.” I believe Hindus call it “shila” or morality. In my view, they’re pointing at the same thing.
What did Ram Dass say a long time ago? “Speaking the truth used to be a luxury. Now it’s a necessity”?
It constantly feels like my dharma or shila needs tightening for me to remain comfortable in these rising energies.
You don’t get to be a grumpy old fart without harming others, in large or small ways, along the way. I have a lot of wreckage behind me, which I need to make amends for. And I also don’t want to exaggerate. I’m a rather ordinary grumpy old fart.
The squeezed sponge won’t stay empty for more than a millisecond. I anticipate transformative love filling every nook and cranny as soon as it finds real, lasting, unsuppressed space.
But right now I’m in the Mother’s creative chaos and it feels like being in the washer/dryer.
Source: Golden Age of Gaia
Standards Get Higher: Won't Harm Any More | Steve Beckow
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