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The Golden Age, The Great Forgetting and The Great Remembering

 

 

"My thought patterns on specific concepts that the ancients put forth, that in turn have become constructs of our reality, have changed in the last year.

Imagine, knowing your spirit while being physical, knowing what is beyond physical death, being in communion with not only your past, but others past - being in communion with the universe...No disease, no hunger, no violence, no lies, no distrust in the human condition. Rather everything about your spiritual/physical family of beings is pure and there is nothing missing. The veil is not only gone, it had yet to even come into existence.

Back then, energies began leaving, and the veil was coming. Some began thinking of what exactly that might entail, though they could not imagine it as it truly would become, because the veil, the Forgetting, the separation had yet to make mankind fall into tragedy, trauma and...fear. Imagine...fear was not even in their reality. They were connected to everything.

It was the Golden Age.

As cycles spin round, spiral in form as the universe decrees, the increased energies that birthed their Golden Age - their own version of the Fluff that they resided in - began falling, spinning away from the solar system into mythology, receding into the aether behind.

We spiritual beings called humans were entering the darkness at the same rate that the Fluff fell away, falling away from knowing the universe, falling far from the comfort of God's communion. A new name took hold...The Fallen. And the process of forgetting our souls began, of being separated from the divine, of the eternal fall from being a conscious spiritual knowing being...to being utterly alone. A massive scarring took place within our collective psyche. During the falling process, when we were in the throes of forgetting what we are, we scrambled to remember what we were losing. Memories carved in stone, raised as monuments, frozen memories defying time. Some held on longer (they had yet to forget, but in their horror, they witnessed others already fallen) but knew that soon we all were going to lose contact with our souls...and so ensued massive trauma, something much worse than death, not only a tragedy to the human condition, but to our divine souls...the horror that was to come...the killing fields that would soak the world through...

They knew that when the Fluff left (the interstellar cloud, though they thought of it differently, of course) we would FORGET. So they wrote to the future. I Ching, 'religious texts', pyramids, secret knowledge, calendars, etc. Someday they knew that there would come a day (the universe decrees the spinning of the spiral, after all) when a new Golden Age would surface, and just as our memory once fell away with a receding interstellar cloud, memory would rise once more, like a surging wave, an all encompassing spirit arriving on the cloud of God.

So, in attempts to tell us how to live properly, one with all, without killing/stealing/lying...without fear...they shouted from the past.

But there was a problem...They did not know how far reality would change. When going from one age of light, to an age of dark, 'reality' is different - it changes. So confusion and misunderstanding and convolution reigned as one age living in a fading light, tried to communicate to the coming age of darkness.

But they shouted as loud as they could! On stone, on copper, vellum in sealed vase, in symbols, in writing, books, in visions, in dreams, in myths, in prophecies, on pyramids, on monoliths, in calendars, in the alignment of stars, in maps, tombs, in the very monuments and structures of their civilizations...

God, how much louder do they have to be?

Imagine the fear that must have gripped them when the forgetting began to take root. For the first time in an eternal spirit's reality, the true unknown, the darkness, lay stretched out in front of them (knowing that they would be us) for thousands and thousands of years - with NO WAY OUT...not because there was no way out, but merely because we forgot there was a way.

We are finally beginning to remember again. We are remembering that we were never left all alone. We are remembering that there has always been a way.

Its been a long time, hasn't it...?"

This is from my FAVORITE blog ever... http://www.sickscent.com/

A Course in Miracles

Chapter 21.6

Listen,--perhaps you catch a hint of an ancient state not quite forgotten; dim, perhaps, and yet not altogether unfamiliar, like a song whose name is long forgotten, and the circumstances in which you heard completely unremembered. Not the whole song has stayed with you, but just a little wisp of melody, attached not to a person or a place or anything particular. But you remember, from just this little part, how lovely was the song, how wonderful the setting where you heard it, and how you loved those who were there and listened with you.




The notes are nothing. Yet you have kept them with you, not for themselves, but as a soft reminder of what would make you weep if you remembered how dear it was to you. You could remember, yet you are afraid, believing you would lose the world you learned since then. And yet you know that nothing in the world you learned is half so dear as this. Listen, and see if you remember an ancient song you knew so long ago and held more dear than any melody you taught yourself to cherish since.



Beyond the body, beyond the sun and stars, past everything you see and yet somehow familiar, is an arc of golden light that stretches as you look into a great and shining circle. And all the circle fills with light before your eyes. The edges of the circle disappear, and what is in it is no longer contained at all. The light expands and covers everything, extending to infinity forever shining and with no break or limit anywhere. Within it everything is joined in perfect continuity. Nor is it possible to imagine that anything could be outside, for there is nowhere that this light is not.



This is the vision of the Son of God, whom you know well. Here is the sight of him who knows his Father. Here is the memory of what you are; a part of this, with all of it within, and joined to all as surely as all is joined in you. Accept the vision that can show you this, and not the body. You know the ancient song, and know it well. Nothing will ever be as dear to you as is this ancient hymn of love the Son of God sings to his Father still.



And now the blind can see, for that same song they sing in honor of their Creator gives praise to them as well. The blindness that they made will not withstand the memory of this song. And they will look upon the vision of the Son of God, remembering who he is they sing of. What is a miracle but this remembering? And who is there in whom this memory lies not? The light in one awakens it in all. And when you see it in your brother, you are remembering for everyone.

Balance

Duality is a battleground.

Duality is conflict.

You are sadness.  You are happiness.  For without one you aren't the other, and then you are WHOLE.

If you are on one side, pointing at the other side then you are no better off.  In taking sides, there is only pain.

There is something miraculous that lies in the absence of taking sides.

We live in a battleground of duality where there is a perception of right and wrong, left and right, up and down, good and evil, male and female.  These parallels are the flip side of the same coin that is always propelling forward, for one is stagnant without the other.  There is only pain in taking sides.  So, be lifted up and from a higher place, a higher vibration look down upon it.  From there you perception will be quite different.  Balance is the unity amongst sides and realizing that duality is merely an illusion.  We are called to walk to miraculous path that lies on the absence of taking sides.  From this center point we can see the great purpose of the harmonic notes of the great symphony that is this cosmic Universe.