Dorian Gray
If you are one who enjoys reading the
classics as I do, no doubt at some point you have read Oscar Wilde's Gothic
horror The Picture of Dorian Gray. It
is about a young and very handsome man, Dorian Gray, the subject of a portrait
by the artist, Basil Hallward. Dorian is pure and innocent, unaware of his
physical beauty, but shortly after the painting is finished,
he meets a Dark Force, by the name of Lord Henry, who leads him into vanity,
and every form of vileness and corruption. Dorian laments that his beauty will
fade as he ages, and says he would give his soul that the painting would age
rather than he. And so it did.
The painting became, in a sense, the energy
off of which he lived, becoming aged and hideous as Dorian plunged deeper into evil. Dorian,
however, remained youthful and beautiful, physically unaffected by his
despicable behavior. But in the end, there was no escape. In an attempt to kill
the constant reminder of his conscience, he thrust a knife into the painting,
thus severing its energetic ties to himself. The picture reverted back to its
original beauty, while Dorian died "withered, wrinkled, and loathsome. .
."
Those of us who have been Lightworkers and
Starseeds are all "Pictures of Dorian Gray", bearing the brunt of
Evil's consequences, the lifeblood from which others have drawn their energy as
we go through this amazing process of evolution and head into the great
Dimension Jump." We have had to do this because the vast majority of
humanity would never have made the progress it has made, if it were not for the
Lightworkers—they just did not come equipped for the journey. But now, through
raising the vibrations, and filtering the dark energies, we have reached
critical mass to the point where Lightworkers are no longer needed to do this
work, thankfully, because so many of us have reached the very ends of our
limits.
Lightworkers and Starseeds have played
varying roles in this process, depending on what they "contracted" to
do before incarnation. Perhaps one of the most difficult tasks has been that of
a "cleanser", which is what I have been doing. My clairsentience has
given me the tools I need, but it hasn't made it easier, certainly.
For those who do not understand this role,
let me try to put it into words. Just think of anything that filters, such as a
device that filters iron and impurities out of water, or masks that builders
wear to filter toxic dust before it reaches their lungs. While the filter keeps
us free from the nasty stuff, on the opposite side all the dirt and filth
collects, blocked from reaching us by the filter. Well, that's what I, and
others who have chosen this task, have been doing at the energetic level. I
often wondered why, for so many years, I seemed to attract exactly the opposite
of the energy that I put out. I spent years searching my soul for that evil
that drew evil to me, yet I never found it. The thing is, most of us, I would
imagine, had NO IDEA that we were doing this task. It wasn't until probably
three years ago that I finally became
aware of what was really happening, and why. The picture of Dorian Gray did
nothing wrong, but it suffered for the evils of the person attached to it. Kind
of like Christians believe Jesus suffered for the sins of the world. I figure,
also that those of us who signed up for this task must have been considered
particularly strong, and possibly a little arrogant
and certainly didn't have a clue that this would be such a grueling task. Many of
us simply could not handle these harsh and abusive energies, and chose to leave
and return to the spirit world—Princess Diana, Linda McCartney. I was pretty close for a period of about four
years—really teetering on the edge. But the carrot which dangled before me was
always, always, the love I have for
this farm. It has been the only
thing in the Universe that has gotten me to the other side—never allowing
myself to stop believing that, when this was all over, I would be left in peace
to do and be whatever I wanted on this farm. And here I am, and it IS finally
happening for me. The last couple months have been the best for me in a decade.
Prior to that, no matter what I tried to do, some dark energy would step in and
throw obstacles in my path. I was surrounded by every filth
in the Universe—a human garbage bin, if you will. Now, I go out to my beloved
fields the moment I arise, and marvel how my plants have grown inches in a
day—how, with very little effort I my part, they are doing their thing, healthy
and vibrant, and not even overgrown with weeds. In the past, weeds would
overtake everything , it seemed, as soon as it was
planted, even if I spent hours attempting to clean up. But now, even with the
rain and heat, my fields look relatively clean and thriving.
Even my animals are being affected, especially
my chickens. Since the late '90s, when I first began raising chickens, and when
the Dark Forces really started attacking me and my farm, I could not keep a
chicken alive. They would die of the strangest ailments. A couple years ago, I
took my Golden Comet, Abby, to Dr. Luke. She had an egg the size of an ostrich
egg stuck inside her. He did surgery to remove it, and when it was over, called
to say she was awake and perched on her basket, drinking water. I was to pick
her up the next morning, but when they came in to work, she had died. Since we
had the demon cleared from the house and the land healing ceremony done two
years ago, my two remaining chickens have stayed healthy and normal.
Well, this year, my six year old New
Hampshire Red, Josephine, began laying again, like almost an egg a day—not bad
for a tough old bird. Reds announce the arrival of an egg by crowing, LOUD.
Once I acknowledge the egg, Josie will shut up. My other hen, Consuela, who is
a Bearded Araucana, is very quiet and private. Araucanas tend to mumble rather
than crow, so I can just hear her saying to herself when Josie carries on,
"Well, big flippin' deal, so you laid an egg, You’re
a chicken, you're supposed to lay eggs." It really becomes comical.
Yesterday, however, Josie just carried on
and on. She really wanted me to come see, fast. It
turned out, she had laid TWO eggs. I guess I would crow, too. . .
The
last couple months have been so energetically dynamic. Things are accelerating
at breakneck speed, and the work of most of us (the original Lightworkers) is
done. The acceleration really began last fall. It was like labor had begun, but
now we are in the final contractions as we birth the new world, coming in jolts
that are closer and closer together in time. Time is collapsing, too. One way
this is affecting me is that I get these "freeze attacks". I will
suddenly find myself needing to complete a number of tasks, especially if I
have to be somewhere on schedule, and I will just freeze up, and almost panic,
as it seems like time is whooshing by and I will never be able to get done what
I need to finish. However, it soon passes, and I pick a task, then the others
fall into place.
The gap between those who are high
vibrating beings and low vibrating beings is now a chasm. The glue that
connected both sides—those of us who were acting as filters—is no longer there,
so the affects are manifesting in some very tangible ways. Most of us are
feeling so very, very tired—people on both sides of the gap, because it is just
so difficult for both energies to exist at once. And the evils of the world no
longer have a "Picture of Dorian Gray" to hide in, so the low
vibration scenarios are even stranger than before. All the corruption of the
world is right there before our eyes. We have become so accustomed to it, or at
least I have, that I am usually able to move on without it overtaking me. But a
couple stories have really unnerved me. The first was the murder of Jessie
Davis and her unborn baby girl, nearly ready to deliver. I found this to be one
of the most disturbing, horrific crimes imaginable, and in neighboring
And the news gets more and more bizarre every
day. This mixture of floods and draught, both killers, that they
are having out west, is a sign of things to come, and now this oil spill
has made the situation beyond catastrophic. Death and destruction are imminent,
and necessary for us to get to the next dimension. Those of us who have raised
our vibrations can no longer live on a planet inhabited by murderers; evil and
corrupt beings that destroy the intended peace on the planet, that terrorize us and suck out our energy. These people will
be leaving soon. Many others will leave, too, not because they are evil, but
because they have chosen not to move forward in this lifetime. If you pay
attention, you will notice that almost every day a celebrity passes away
now—Liz Claiborne, Beverly Sills—good people that were the epitome of standards
in a era now quickly passing. It is not judgment, it
simply IS. Like the dinosaurs, or great civilizations that passed before us,
when their time was over, they left. If you are able to emotionally detach from
all that is happening, and accept that it is all about energy, and
everyone must be where they are meant to be, then you will be able to see it
not as a drama or trauma, but, in fact, a magical world that is opening up
before us.
And magic it is! About a month ago, I had the
most enchanting dream, right before I woke up, so I was able to remember it
clearly. I was presented a little rhinestone pin with the words "23
years". I remember saying, "No, that's not right, it has been
25." When I woke up, I was like, what the hell?. . .
But it didn't take me long to understand the meaning, and when I did, a whole
world opened up for me, and it continues to open every day. The pin was
presented to me because the contract I had agreed to as a Lightworker had now
ended. I had agreed to 23 years, but have actually continued two years beyond
my agreement. I needed the dream, and the pin, something tangible, to let me
know I was done. I have felt that I was done for about two years, but things
still kept happening to me. I've felt like I was sleeping, trying very hard to
wake up. Did you ever do that? Like trying to awaken from a nap, and your
consciousness wakes up, but your body doesn't. You think you are awake, and you
have this almost out of body experience where you see yourself up and walking
around, but then you get snapped back into your sleep. It is very draining and
extremely uncomfortable.
When I received the pin, I knew it was done.
And the evil forces of the Universe tried to make me believe I wasn't done, as
they had in the past. See, it is to their advantage that we remain Pictures of
Dorian Gray, because then they could continue to live in their dark and corrupt
ways, while we bore the brunt of the consequences.
So now I react differently to potential
problems, and find that it is very easy to shift things around—much, much
easier than before. Every time something appears to happen that would set me
back, create an obstacle, or in any way be problematic, I just remind myself,
and the Universe, and the Dark Forces, that I am no longer under contract. Period. Leave me
alone. And that is where the magic has begun, because I have seen energy
shift immediately.
A couple weeks ago, my lawn tractor died. I
pushed it up to the driveway, all the way saying that this was merely a simple
valve problem, and could be easily fixed. The next day, I went down to my
neighbor Smitty's house and borrowed his feeler gauge. As I intended, the
intake valve adjustment nut had loosened up, creating a larger than acceptable
clearance. I re-gapped it, and the mower runs fine—a ten minute job.
An even more dramatic event was my toilet,
which suddenly decided not to flush, of course as I was frantically hurrying to
get going to the farmers' market I attend in
I have also found myself recollecting all my
dreams from back when I started the farm, and now there are no distractions to
interfere. Once I received that pin, it was my retirement exit, and I have
absolutely refused, under any circumstances to accept any more dark energy to
filter. It gets better and easier each day, though I still have to be diligent.
I have made the leap into the next dimension. Many have, and more are coming.
It is awesome, well deserved, and about freakin' time, huh?
In reverse, not only are the negative events
not happening to me, but I have had one lucky thing after another come my way.
The other day I was mowing some high weeds, and apparently knocked down a small
hornet's nest that I wasn't even aware of. They didn't come after me! The next
day, early in the morning as I took Smokey for his walk when I woke up, we were
near this tree by the high grass. He was looking for a place to take a crap,
and I looked down and, without my glasses, in not real bright light,
I saw this thing on the ground. I thought it was an
dried up bird's nest, so I started poking it with my foot, and it was the
hornet's nest, full of hornets!! We took off, and we still didn't get attacked!
I have also experienced other things, like
thinking of an object, and being led to right where it was. I wanted to take a
thermos of coffee with me to the market, but hadn't used it in years, so I had
no idea where it was. I was in my attic getting something else when I opened a
bag, and there, my thermos just fell out onto the floor.
My life used to be filled with synchronicity,
long before I even understood it. I don't want to say I was free of
difficulties—I certainly was not. My childhood was hardly a happy one. But I
still always managed to have what I needed appear to me.
When I began my Lightworker contract, 25
years ago, the synchronicities started to diminish, then disappear all
together. That was part of the contract—working through all this with little to
no Universal assistance. But I did my work, and I did it well. I'll bet many of
you did, too, and you have recently, or soon will, receive your pins. As more
of us do, just watch what happens. Corrupt people will finally be forced to
suffer the consequences of their actions. Paris Hilton did have to spend time in jail. Jerry Falwell departed. Tony Blair
is out. Paul Wolfowitz resigned. And George Bush. .
.Oh God, tarring and feathering might be appropriate, but instead of tar I
suggest Super Glue. If there is not an outrage and demand for his impeachment
after his recent move to wipe out "Scooter" Libby's prison sentence,
then we certainly must be comatose in this country. He has made a travesty of
the laws of this country, abusing his power way, way beyond anything remotely
acceptable. He, like everything else that clings to old standards, will soon
collapse.
The rest of the year will continue to
increase in both directions—the collapse and death of the old and the creation
of the new. Anyone who is still procrastinating about which direction they are
going needs to shit or get off the pot, so to speak, or they will find
themselves in a withering heap, like Dorian Gray. These are awesome times, and
for many will be most terrible times indeed. But if you choose to move to the
next dimension, and refuse to look back, that door is
opening wider and wider. . . Just step through.
Copyright 2007 by Laughing
Crow
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