Furthest Out Yet

Little green men. Diaphanous lilac women. Angels. Entities. Extra-terrestrials. Discarnates. I hear from a friend who has friends that we (the human enterprise) are being helped in this time of stress by those from Away. Because they can’t (or won’t) override our “free will,” they are working through the planetary systems to rouse our consciousness. Working to rouse it to effective focus and willingness to engage in what is needed in these times. 

I had to run this through my christological “grid” to see if it could fit, rather like trying on Cinderella’s glass slipper. I’m glad to say it fit. Godde is the Source of all Being. We are all connected. It doesn’t matter where we call “home” in this ever-expanding, ever-evolving, multi-dimensional dance. There is nothing to keep us from sliding across the intervening conventions to lend a hand to a neighbor in distress or approaching distress. 

My understanding of the CHRIST, that it is a function of Godde, and that it manifested perfectly ( or perfectly enough) in my Lord, Jesus, allows for the existence of such entities from Away. Why not? Each containing a spark of CHRIST, if not precisely of humanity. And the spark of CHRIST would /could draw them to be of service to us and to our biosphere in our present (you supply the noun. I use simply “pain”). Also, it is a nifty planet with beautiful and challenging features. I can see being attracted to it, can’t you? 

So, how about my Man, Jesus? Here’s my current riff. He may have a closer affinity with these folks from Away than I can project. Certainly, he is respected by them. He may be the One who whistled them up and invited them in. I don’t need to know or even hypothesize (although I guess I just did). The point is, I think that I can dive further or deeper into being part of the solution of the present time, into encouraging and supporting others in finding their niche within the solution of the present time, knowing – or hoping – or believing – that my efforts have wide-ranging support. I am a tiny, unique piece in a vast multi-dimensional tapestry, being woven by the Great Weaver. Pieces from far away. Pieces from nearby. All is being woven by the Great Weaver.

There is a strange relaxation in being precisely where one is called to be, exerting oneself to the fullest effort. Focused, alert. Fully awake, poised to shift if required, yet relaxed. May we all be drawn to our place. May we all be willing to support others in finding their place. May we all be all that we are needed to be in this time of pain. May we all be willing.