The Heaven Side of the Veil | Catherine Viel

By Catherine Viel, January 8, 2023

(Golden Age of Gaia)

January 7, 2023

I sigh for the heavenly country,
Where the heavenly people pass,
And the sea is as quiet as a mirror
Of beautiful beautiful glass.
~Stevie Smith, The Heavenly City



Much has been said about the veil that obscures universal, spiritual, and metaphysical truths from humanity. Our origins and true nature are hidden from us; we’re not allowed to remember who we are, what glittering motes of stardust we’re composed of, and the expansive scope of the capabilities we harbor within us.

Apparently, so that we may contribute to Source experiencing itself in the myriad ways it wishes to, some of us “agree” to repeatedly reincarnate as perpetual amnesiacs on the third-dimensional merry-go-round of Earth. We might get inklings of familiarity, but not verifiable full-on memory of who we’ve been before.

This leaves me feeling a bit like a wooden duck in a carnival shooting gallery, going around the conveyor belt and popping up to be shot at one more time.

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I suspect that when I’ve been on the other side of the veil, the one through which we humans are not allowed to see, I’ve been just as blind to the reality of Earth life as I am now to the reality of Heaven.

I have no other explanation for my apparent willingness to come here repeatedly, experiencing woeful events and circumstances that seem, upon reflection, hauntingly familiar. I’m sure that if this were indeed the first time I’d had such experiences, my heart of hearts (and my gut, which knows all) would tell me so. There would be an aha of discovery, a sensation of checking off another necessary experience for my own expansion and the expansion of the worlds.

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I really don’t want to wallow in grumpiness and displeasure, which is where this train of thought leads me. The only solace I have is the sense that this is really, really, really the very last time I will “agree“ to be a hapless wooden duck in that Earthly shooting gallery.

I admonish myself: If I wind up back on the Heaven side of the veil, I must remember these words and feelings and thoughts. I must not gloss over the reality of life on Earth in its present state, or “agree” to reincarnate here prior to the Golden Age.

Sovereignty is golden, and I want it for all of my selves, for all times and realities. And for all other beings who wish the same, may it be so, indeed.