Dimension
I am always intrigued by the responses I get
from my newsletters. It gives me a good indication of where my readers are as
far as their vibrational development. Some comment on very mundane aspects of
the article—still obviously very tied to the 3rd dimension, while
others see deeper meaning than was even in my awareness when I wrote it. One
person even went on about how she thought my writing was so prophetic, then continued that she thought I was negative. If what I am
writing is prophesy, then don't blame me if you don't like the message: I'm
just the messenger.
Though nobody has said this, I'm sure many
think my writing is too "in your face." (Sometimes I think that,
actually.) Some may think that a more gentle approach would work better.
But it doesn't, does
it? We have had millenniums on this planet to get our shit together, and we
haven't have we? I have learned, through my own
experience, and in observing others for nearly three decades, that people do
not immerse themselves in spiritual growth for the fun of it. In fact, I have
never once seen anyone who did. People change because they have to, because
they are miserable, in pain or despair, in poverty, in abusive relationships,
or just plain sick of their lives. People do not wake up by being lovingly and
gently nudged. They might open their eyes, but they quickly fall back asleep.
It takes a rude smack upside the head to get most people to wake up.
Quite a few of us have had more rude smacks
than we care to name. Others are just getting them now. And still others have
some big ones coming down the road. But take comfort in this: If you are
reading this newsletter, then you are most definitely on the path toward
raising your vibration and preparing for the next dimension. I think many
people like the gentle approach because they fear they are not ready to move
ahead. Many of you may be much more ready than you can possibly imagine. If you
were not, you would not even notice me.
Those of us who have been working on this
process of raising our vibrations are involved in a
very frustrating game of connect the dots. We are surrounded by low vibrating
people who barely notice us, yet we know instinctively that there is a person
over there, and way out there, and across the way, there, that we need to
connect our energy with. And every time we take our pencil to draw the line, we
run into a huge crack in the table, and the pencil falls through.
I believe this will be relieved soon. As I
have been saying for quite a while, the gap between the people who are moving
ahead, and the ones who simply are not able to, is growing wider. Low
vibrations and high vibrations cannot occupy the same space. Energy just
doesn't work that way. One way or another, there will be a split, although I
don't know how it will manifest in the physical world. It will either appear
that the people on one side have "died" or the earth will actually
split into two dimensions that will be permanently separated. That is why I
keep saying, take out your garbage. Let go of those relationships that contain
little compatible energy. Focus all your thoughts now on higher, higher, and
higher.
As far as "dying", remember, there
really is no such thing as "death". Energy can't be destroyed. It can
only be transformed or transferred. Those who are not transforming will be transferred to where they can take their
time, live in their illusions, then evolve when they
are finally ready.
A couple years ago, my friend Cathy and I had
a mini experience of this dimension split, and it is still fresh in our minds,
as if it happened yesterday.
The Tibetan monks were in the area at a
church, building their sand mandala. One evening, the public was invited to a
meditation service, and to view the progress of the mandala. When Cathy and I
entered the room, it was packed, so we sat in the back. There were all kinds of
people there, and many of them were behaving rudely. They seemed to be more
curiosity seekers than spiritual seekers. As the monks spoke through a translator,
we strained to listen as the people around us talked and laughed and appeared
totally oblivious that they were in the presence of holy people who were trying
to teach the audience their philosophies of meditation. As each minute wore on,
the situation became more uncomfortable. I found myself fidgeting, becoming
embarrassed—you know how it is when people are making assholes of themselves,
and you become embarrassed on behalf of the rest of the audience. (Kind of like
every time George Bush opens his mouth.) Just as we got to the point where we
thought we couldn't stand it any more, the most amazing thing happened: Half of
the people in the room stood up and walked out.
It was extremely rude, of course, but it was
like someone had opened a window and let in lots of fresh air. We were finally
able to connect the dots, and be at one with the ceremony. We moved to the
front of the room, and both received a blessing from one of the monks, and the
evening became a sacred experience. Everything was in harmony, balance, peace,
joy.
After the ceremony, Cathy and I kind of looked
at each other, and we both understood what had happened. And we knew that it
will happen again, but on a global scale. The dense dark energies, and in many
cases, people who hold them, are the energetic clutter we are experiencing so
drastically now, what is preventing the rest of us from connecting the
energetic dots and creating the network that will bring new harmony and balance
to the planet.
Late this spring, a film began playing in my
head. This happens to me frequently, and it provides me with opportunities to view "movies"
of upcoming events displayed as symbols.
At first, I observed myself, along with my
whole farm, waking up one morning, and finding the entire 15 acres had been
transferred to another dimension (kind of like that one episode of The Outer Limits, except this was to a
really good place). Here, I found I could quickly and easily manifest whatever
I wanted using my thoughts, so I quickly repaired and remodeled my ailing
house, converting it to solar and wind power, as is my goal. I saw my fields
once again fertile, and my farm thriving with abundant production. Each time I
saw the film, more details were filled in, and the scenario changed just a bit,
and it felt wonderful to immerse myself in this "preview".
Then, I began to play with it, sometimes
entering into goofy. I would see myself waking up on another planet where
everything was magnificent and luxurious, and realizing this whole earth
experiment was nothing but a bad dream. Kind of like on
Or worse yet, the episode of Red Dwarf, when
Kryton's experiment causes the mining ship to split
off into two separate entities: one with only the "divine" qualities,
and the other with, well, the opposite. ( Episode: Demons and Angels)
All kidding aside, many things have happened
in the last few months that indicate I have begun to split off. As when my
computer crashed and all my identities were deleted, I feel that my identity in
this dimension is being deleted. I often feel like I exist somewhere that I
can't see yet, and I certainly am not able to function any more in this current
vibration. I find myself staying apart from the rest of the world most of the
time because being out is painful. I feel like Mac software that someone keeps
trying to install in a computer running on Windows. It just won’t work, no
matter how you tweak it. I can't create in the "old" way anymore, yet
I am in a place where I can't yet manifest instantly—somewhere in a limbo, just
waiting to cross over. I have become obsessed with cleaning up my farm,
prepping it for the next dimension.
Right before Zammie died, for about two
weeks, I saw little spirits scurrying around the house, restoring pieces of
rotted wood and cleansing the last century of destructive energies this old
house has endured.
Other things have happened, too, especially
since the Solar Eclipse, which I will discuss in the next newsletter. But let
it suffice to say, one way or another, I know I will be leaving soon, and many
of you will be with me. I have done my homework, and I couldn't be more ready.
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2006 by Laughing Crow