Open Road; Not a Scrap of Resistance | Steve Beckow

By Steve Beckow, October 7, 2020

(Golden Age of Gaia)

Here’s another consequence of having changed my vote from hostility to harmony.

There’s now an open road in front of me in terms of the experience of love.

In 1987, a week before the vision, I had a full breath release in a rebirthing workshop. I was at that moment totally cleaned out.

I feel the same way now, having switched from hostility to harmony.

Now when I breathe up love from my heart there isn’t a scrap of resistance.

Now when I listen to music I really get it, as if I’m in Surround Sound.

There’s now no longer any stop on me, no suppress button. I can expand infinitely into harmony whereas hostility would always lead to a fall, if only when one becomes old. The need for constant vigilance and preparation becomes wearing.

Harmony leads to the building of social capital; hostility erodes it. Harmony leads to relaxation; even success at hostility does not lead to success in relaxation.

Having won all that money can buy by hostile means, we look forward to a life of … harmony. Peace, relaxation, golf, gambling, wine, women, and song.

But harmony is an internal state and our internal state is anathema to it. Money won’t buy it and our desires are for nothing conducive to it.

Meanwhile changing our vote is the open sesame. Once firmly inside and having closed the escape hatch, the very world we sought by force and accumulation now opens up to us. Irony or ironies.

Well, it is for me. What did I know? I set out by establishing a beachhead of understanding that choosing harmony would lead to inner peace, etc. That was my testable hypothesis. Well, of course, it’s lead to much more.

It’s removed the key log in the logjam for me: In computer language, it broke the hyperlink between me and “hostility” and hyperlinked instead to “harmony.”

I stopped choosing hostility and started choosing harmony. This again is an aspect of reparenting myself. I have no more parents to look to. If I don’t do this, no one will.