Dorian Gray

July 3, 2007

 

   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 Canton yet. The other one was a story I read yesterday about an obviously mental, or drug-crazed man, who beat to death a peacock that had wandered into a parking lot. Murder is heinous, no matter what, but how anyone could kill a beautiful bird, or a mommy about to deliver a child is beyond my comprehension.

  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 Cleveland. Though I was annoyed, I wasn't worried, and refused to allow it to be a problem. When I returned home, without doing anything to fix it, the toilet decided to flush on its own.

   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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