I for one was never a fan of Zie Zecharia Zucchini - I mean - just the name says it all... and as for his ridiculous chat show - not my scene at all.
Me neither - as far as I'm concerned Zie was a part of the problem, not the solution. He was creating the kind of entertainment that kept people docile and dumb. No one was supposed to think. No one was supposed to put two and two together - to see through the smoke and mirrors. So I was pretty shocked when I heard about Merry mentoring Zie - it was like - "why him?" or what I was really feeling was "why not me?" I guess I was kind of jealous. I'd always been the socially aware type. I'd always smelt the rat and known we had to do something to change the world, but who cares, it's happening now and there's nothing that anyone can do to stop it - not even Ted Langley - who some of us consider to be the secret head of the one world government.
Yeah, I guess very few of us here were fans of Zie. He was a bit, er, sleezy... didn't seem to have a lot of integrity or backbone, but there you go - the quantum field works in mysterious ways, does it not?
Actually, I think Zie's been hugely overstated... Merry, according to my sources, was simultaneously working with dozens of individuals who occupied strategic nodes around the world. These weren't all media types - a whole spectrum - doctors, teachers, students, businessmen, a priest, a shaman, who else? an electrician - more and more of them are coming out and admitting they've been mentored by Merry too.
And what about Marie, Maria or Mary?
Yeah - there's been a lot of talk about that in our circle. Apparently Merry can also take the form of Marie. Some of our newest recruits are telling us that they're able to feel exactly the same "energy signature" - they call it - but their mentor was a woman.
Well that's what Margo's been saying, at any rate.
Who the hell's Margo?
Oh come on Ten, she was leading the Siberian portal activation last weekend.
Yeah, I remember, but why do you think her opinion matters?
Well, now that you put it like that, I...
- Lisa suddenly disappears
Hang on, where did she go?
She phased out Ten. You put her on the spot. It wasn't appropriate for her to hold this vibration. I think she's gone to consult Margo.
Yeah, but how did she just phase out like that?
Oh it's pretty easy once you know how. You'll be able to do it too, you just need to deal with some residual heaviness - pressurising Lisa like that seems to indicate you have some unresolved issues... some jealousy, anger... and nice cocktail of as-yet undigested emotions that need some recapitulation. We can do the exercise together - it's nicer that way.
Er... I thought I'd got everything cleared up by now?
Well, yes, you've achieved a lot, no doubt about it, but there's some sticky residue that's still keeping you immobile. Look Ten, whenever you ask why something matters - that's a sure indicator that you're still focussing on matter, as opposed to the isness - which is pure conscious-awareness.
You must be right, Sonia - I can definitely feel resistance building up. Ow! Anger... like there an angry detachment that wants to put up a last stand and fight it out.
You're doing great Ten. I'm supporting you - you can probably feel a kind of electro-magnetic breeze around you right now.
Oh yes - that's nice - very soothing. It's definitely helping. Ok - I think I can handle it. Let's do the recapitulation.
Ok - I'll take you through g-nome portals zero point field - that way we can really get to the bottom of things, and you can become the amazing, cosmic light being that you truly are.
What should I do?
- but before Ten hears an answer, Sonia lightly pushes him backwards, out of balance. That facilitates the shift...
The next thing he knew he was - er - nowhere at all - like in one of those sensory deprivation flotation tanks. Wow! What a feeling. Without even having to concentrate or give it any thought Ten finds himself back in a painful incident that happened in his childhood. He'd completely forgotten about it. There'd been this small boy at school... in the year below. Ten had never been a bully as such. He was too small and sensitive, but he realised that he had bullied this boy - Gerald - emotionally. He'd been feeding off him, presumably because he'd felt lonely at home. He never quite felt like his parents were there for him.
These experiences - they're so vivid - Ten's thinking to himself. And he can feel emotional centres deep within that had been deactivated by what had happened coming back on stream. Convulsions, tears, moaning - all the cleansing he needs - all just happens automatically. It sounds pretty painful but in actual fact it's so liberating. It renews you. It's like a paralysed limb comes back to life again. A feeling of joy and wholeness shines, radiates through the grieving and pain.
Oh my God - Ten's still sobbing quietly as he comes out of the foetal position he'd adopted in the zero point cocoon, back onto his knees, before slowly climbing to his feet a minute or two later.
Thank you Sonia. That was - truly amazing. I'd never have got there without you.
Not true Ten, you actually did it all yourself, though you don't yet realise it. It takes a while to start trusting your natural innate abilities to shift out of 3D, back through zero point and beyond.
No, you definitely helped, and I appreciate it.
Actually I simply helped you to lose your balance. You see, we get into this temporary balance where we're kind of twisted and locked out of phase, like a ship that's capsized and is now floating upside down. To flip back up just needs a big wave, or a gentle nudge.
Well it's really worked. I feel... so light.
Ok Ten. If that's the case, then you can follow Lisa - she's left a trail marker for you - in case you're ready for it.
Oh...
- Ten's about to slip back into the old insecurities, the programmed self-doubt, but the lightness in his chest starts shining or burning slightly, and he simply allows it - kind of surrendering to it - and tunes in to whatever it is.
"I don't have to do anything at all," he's hearing himself saying - as if he's getting this information through a download from higher consciousness, but before he can give it any further thought, Ten's standing alongside Lisa and Sonia in a small house, a kind of log cabin or dacha, somewhere in what feels like a big, deep, remote forest. The atmosphere is electric. The magiks are silently humming, buzzing, pulsing - way up in the stratosphere of conscious-awareness. Lisa gives him a welcoming nod, then directs her attention back to the scene now unfolding...
It seems to be a hologram, but in fact it's pure story - the zero equals one adjunct to our reality - and it's now coming alive as the three of them collapse the quantum wave form simply by directing their attention at what is now story in the making... and somewhere in all this they sense the presence of Margo, who appears to be the chief instigator of their waking-dream adventure into Twelve:
The twelfth
The
fire in the hearth,
The
moon in the sky,
The
cauldron is bubbling,
The
cat lies nearby.
Pull
your chair closer and hear what I’m saying,
My
voice is the whisper of flames that are playing.
The
room swirls around
As
the cat starts to snore,
Now
the magic is working,
Someone
opens the door.
Pull
your chair closer and hear what I’m saying,
My
voice is the whisper of flames that are playing.
In
the door stands a figure
Whose
face can’t be seen,
I’m
sure that I’ve glimpsed it
Before
in a dream.
Pull
your chair closer and hear what I’m saying,
My
voice is the whisper of flames that are playing.
It
calls me to follow,
Then
vanishes from sight.
Now
we’re standing alone
In
a forest at night.
Pull
your chair closer and hear what I’m saying,
My
voice is the whisper of flames that are playing.
The
forest is telling me
Deep
in my brain,
That
the twelfth is the end
And
the starting again.
Pull
your chair closer and hear what I’m saying,
My
voice is the whisper of flames that are playing.
We’re
dancing around,
The
strange figure and me,
And
the forest is music
That
sets my heart free.
Pull
your chair closer and hear what I’m saying,
My
voice is the whisper of flames that are playing.
The
twelfth is the end
And
the starting again,
In
the forest of dreams
With
my magical friend.
Pull
your chair closer and hear what I’m saying,
My
voice is the whisper of flames that are playing.
The
night opens up
And
turns into a day
Of
the things that I meant to,
But
never did say.
Pull
your chair closer and hear what I’m saying,
My
voice is the whisper of flames that are playing.
My
heart is alight
And
I take to the sky,
The
fear that was in me
Dissolves
as I fly.
Pull
your chair closer and hear what I’m saying,
My
voice is the whisper of flames that are playing.
The
fire’s burning low,
Night’s
fading away,
It’s
time to return
To
the start of a day.
Pull
your chair closer and hear what I’m saying,
My
voice is the whisper of flames that are playing.
Back
in the kitchen
I
climb to my feet,
The
potion is ready,
My
poem’s complete.
Pull
your chair closer and hear what I’m saying,
My
voice is the whisper of flames that are playing.
All
of the secrets you’ve hidden away
Come
awake in the night, for the night is their day,
So
rise and come with me, the Twelfth is my name,
And
I’ll show you a world in the fire of a flame.
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