surrender.
the whole dream is a blink .
no regrets.
no expectations.
laughter.
okay, Joey.
Friday, June 28, 2013
Thursday, June 27, 2013
meditation
saw
orange stage shaped like flowing lotus, yellowish lights around it's dome...reaching out with petals....white seed inside glowing...
white tree full of blossoms with young girl sitting under it..blossoms coming down to cover her and fill up the screen.............
hey!! so many symbols.
PUNCH SOME MORE HOLES, PUNCH OUT THE THOUGHTS.
HOW TO COJOIN WITH THIS CONSCIOUSNESS ALL THE TIME WITHOUT THESE TAPES
see it all as symbols.
don't believe what anyone says.
orange stage shaped like flowing lotus, yellowish lights around it's dome...reaching out with petals....white seed inside glowing...
white tree full of blossoms with young girl sitting under it..blossoms coming down to cover her and fill up the screen.............
hey!! so many symbols.
PUNCH SOME MORE HOLES, PUNCH OUT THE THOUGHTS.
HOW TO COJOIN WITH THIS CONSCIOUSNESS ALL THE TIME WITHOUT THESE TAPES
see it all as symbols.
don't believe what anyone says.
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why would this apparition call into the script ,a picture of joey on marianne's lap as a baby?
Did not know how hard that would hit this one....
why? to remind her that she is NOT THAT. she is NOT THAT. it exists as her apparition in every state of NON LINEAR time, it still exists but looking at her face she is so clueless...so clueless!!!
her ego is so sure she has it all in control.
poor manifestation. she is so clueless.
why did this one see that one?
to see the real one of the body
the one that lies with her mouth open last breath letting it out.
to SEE it is nothing at all. nothing.
to SEE the puppet show.
put on the meditation tapes and draw!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! its all this one can do to UNdo seeing that one.
see her as she is, the puppet.
nothing. no thing. de=animate.
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Joey to Pablo
I went to the movies this afternoon, and got so early that I decided to go to F12 while I waited. I "decided" to ask whether there was any message to you. This presence I identified as Joe (never saw clearly a face, but when I guessed who he was he didn't disagree) came. First I saw flying saucers - I don't know what they mean, but I hope they mean something to you. Then I asked whether there wasn't anything more specific, in words, and he said - ok, there is one word - the word will be in the movie you'll see. I asked how the hell would I know which specific word, and whether it could be a phrase, or a sentence. He just said "no, it's one word, and you'll know it". I said I felt his presence to be so happy, and he said I should tell you that, that he's very happy.
Then I came back to C1 and went to see the movie ("Silver Linings Playbook"). In the first scene there was a word written on the wall, so I guessed this should be my (your) word, and, in fact, they keep saying this word in almost every damn scene, it's the main character's motto. It was that obvious after all! The word is Excelsior, which is the Latin for "higher", but it seems it's used in US with the sense of "ever upward". In the movie, the guy was in a deep bipolar crisis, and this was his motto to keep a positive attitude no matter what. I hope this all makes sense to you.
Pablo's vision.
that very day I went to google and looked up the word Excelsior. I clicked on images. Spaceships. all over the page.
Neither Pablo or I knew that.
Joey knew I would look that up.
Then I came back to C1 and went to see the movie ("Silver Linings Playbook"). In the first scene there was a word written on the wall, so I guessed this should be my (your) word, and, in fact, they keep saying this word in almost every damn scene, it's the main character's motto. It was that obvious after all! The word is Excelsior, which is the Latin for "higher", but it seems it's used in US with the sense of "ever upward". In the movie, the guy was in a deep bipolar crisis, and this was his motto to keep a positive attitude no matter what. I hope this all makes sense to you.
Pablo's vision.
that very day I went to google and looked up the word Excelsior. I clicked on images. Spaceships. all over the page.
Neither Pablo or I knew that.
Joey knew I would look that up.
meditations and recoil
The other day in meditation, I was shown myself in many aspects. First, I saw a painfilled , grieving woman at the bottom of a shaft of yellowish white light. Yeah I recognized THAT one...around her were dancing lights of many colours..I knew they (Joey , Bob, everyone) were around that symbol with Joy to keep her safe....but then the grieving woman disappeared..she began to travel up the shaft..the light was bigger..
and she changed...into a pair of hands holding, with gentleness, a beautiful ball of white light....it was glowing, and being held very kindly as it went up, up...
and then the hands changed into a weaved basket...a little basket holding a baby....and I saw the baby so happy sitting in the basket, so happy. holding onto it as tho it was taking a balloon ride into the light...and as it went up, up...
it changed again..as the light reached the top of the shaft of itself, there was a lovely, compassionate women, angel, being, looking down at it all with so much love on it's face, as tho it was celebrating and accepting it all as it's own..
and i knew i was all that...connected as one, being shown not to disassociate from any of them. they are all that.
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as I lay in meditation the other day I felt myself dreaming yet again..because the question is always...this is a dream...and i felt myself lying in the ground as tho I had been buried, and there was a kind hand above me, it spoke to me as tho attached to a person above me as I lay there and it said "You can continue dreaming this, or not, but remember you are never alone and are just dreaming...you can wake up anytime you want, we are always here..."
The other part of the meditation was to show me a picture of a green island floating in a sea of purple..it was like a painting..the purple sea/sky was behind it...but the island was lush..green..and inside of it was a little buddha figure in a seed..a pod of light...in a peaceful silence...in the ground....just floating inside the island, which was floating in the purple sky...they also said to me' you can paint this if you want'..
then they showed me a hand, a left hand...it had a little bunch of sand in the palm of the hand..it was white sand....and suddenly, the sand became white light..and it emanated out of the hand's palm....
slowly they heal my duality thinking, fears, and desires...slowly they fade..........
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I am noticing i cannot interact with anyone anymore. It is as tho I cannot relate to what it being said. falling into trust with the arms of them, of the source, yes...but the people who I meet within the context of this illusion i cannot be around now, if they appear i see the energy behind their words, not their words.
i hear them so easily make statements about this and that but it is like they are speaking another language..i cannot relate if they take this play seriously. I listen and hear nothing unless i listen to the energy. then i hear the real words.
if i read the words of someone who is called a sage, i can only relate to them if they have had their own child transition out of their bodies. Otherwise I do not trust their words.
I can only relate to near death experiencers, also, to some degree.
again, to trust those who will be sent, either in manifest 'form' and know those not in manifest form are always here with the apparition of the 'grieving woman'.
and she changed...into a pair of hands holding, with gentleness, a beautiful ball of white light....it was glowing, and being held very kindly as it went up, up...
and then the hands changed into a weaved basket...a little basket holding a baby....and I saw the baby so happy sitting in the basket, so happy. holding onto it as tho it was taking a balloon ride into the light...and as it went up, up...
it changed again..as the light reached the top of the shaft of itself, there was a lovely, compassionate women, angel, being, looking down at it all with so much love on it's face, as tho it was celebrating and accepting it all as it's own..
and i knew i was all that...connected as one, being shown not to disassociate from any of them. they are all that.
..............................................................
as I lay in meditation the other day I felt myself dreaming yet again..because the question is always...this is a dream...and i felt myself lying in the ground as tho I had been buried, and there was a kind hand above me, it spoke to me as tho attached to a person above me as I lay there and it said "You can continue dreaming this, or not, but remember you are never alone and are just dreaming...you can wake up anytime you want, we are always here..."
The other part of the meditation was to show me a picture of a green island floating in a sea of purple..it was like a painting..the purple sea/sky was behind it...but the island was lush..green..and inside of it was a little buddha figure in a seed..a pod of light...in a peaceful silence...in the ground....just floating inside the island, which was floating in the purple sky...they also said to me' you can paint this if you want'..
then they showed me a hand, a left hand...it had a little bunch of sand in the palm of the hand..it was white sand....and suddenly, the sand became white light..and it emanated out of the hand's palm....
slowly they heal my duality thinking, fears, and desires...slowly they fade..........
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I am noticing i cannot interact with anyone anymore. It is as tho I cannot relate to what it being said. falling into trust with the arms of them, of the source, yes...but the people who I meet within the context of this illusion i cannot be around now, if they appear i see the energy behind their words, not their words.
i hear them so easily make statements about this and that but it is like they are speaking another language..i cannot relate if they take this play seriously. I listen and hear nothing unless i listen to the energy. then i hear the real words.
if i read the words of someone who is called a sage, i can only relate to them if they have had their own child transition out of their bodies. Otherwise I do not trust their words.
I can only relate to near death experiencers, also, to some degree.
again, to trust those who will be sent, either in manifest 'form' and know those not in manifest form are always here with the apparition of the 'grieving woman'.
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