11/15/12

Story time

(From night school last night)

We are master story tellers and (more important) We are complete masters at believing Our stories. Therein lies a great mystery.

Limitation 3D is an illusion. Our belief makes it real. Here is where it gets tricky for most of Us: It is illusion AND it is real. We know that the only thing constant is change yet We think that reality does not change and if it does then it is only an illusion. Yet, the weather (a large part of Our reality) changes constantly. Have We been trying to tell OurSelves something All along through these beliefs that appear contradictory?

As Morpheus (“The Matrix”) asks: “What is real?” This might just be One of the most important questions We will ever ask. Certainly, We can only answer for OurSelf and the only One who can answer for Us is OurSelf.

One description of the illusion is that the only illusion is that what We see, recognize and acknowledge is All that there is. Again, We know that there are areas just outside Our sight and even current awareness (at any moment) that exist yet We believe that what We can not sense with Our five (known) senses is not real. Does this make any sense? We might have other definitions, like: “If it can not be scientifically proven it is not real.” Well, science is discovering and proving new things every day. Does this mean that what is discovered today was not real yesterday? Examine any definition We may hold for reality and there is probably some twist to it like those All-ready mentioned. Unless of course, We choose that there is snot.

We tell OurSelves a story and We believe it. We cling to it and We claim it as Our security. Often, We adopt this story from someOne else and/or society but We make it Our own. We make it Our reality. Some of Us (in dream or other “altered states”) examine a variety of stories, picking and choosing which Ones to explore and experience. We tell OurSelves that whatever story We are exploring is Our reality. We act out that story. We enlist other actors and We make “them” real. We choose “their” roles, looks, beliefs and claim that these belong to “them” and that We had “nothing to do with it”. We use Our power to its fullest potential and then deny that We ever had such power much less used it.

We know. We know inside, deep in those inner recesses few of Us dare to examine that We do this. We know in these places just how powerful We are. And most of Us are (literally) scared to death of ever going there.

We pick a story and act it out. We use an agent called “memory” to support Our belief that this is Our reality, Our only reality and has All-ways been Our reality. We cling to the belief: “I remember exactly how it happened”. We think We remember that yesterday everything looked like it does today, or very close. Sometimes, some of Us have two memories of a certain time and/or place or memories that don't really fit inside Our overAll memory of Our passed. We usually call this: “Losing Our mind”. If We do this enough We tend to require medication or some other form of treatment even institutionalization. This may happen by choice or not (in appearance anyway). Remember, whatever happens is actually part of the story We are acting out.

Most of Us will deny this and offer as proof something grotesque that it is impossible to believe anyOne would choose for “themSelf”. It is Our choice to believe what We will. It is Our story.

We can tell You a story, only You can make it Yours.

We pose this question: Is that something grotesque something that “they” experience in “their” story/reality or do “they” experience it in Your story/reality? If it happened to You, look deep and ask YourSelf: “How does this serve Me?” We know these are difficult concepts to get Our heads around. If You want to, start with the idea that “they” might somehow, someway be possible and then just let it be.

Have a cookie.

Most of Us have a hard enough time believing that there can be more than One reality, more than One passed, more than One present, more than One future. It is even harder to believe that these “more than One”s can live in the same house, or in the same neighborhood or even on the same continent. Yet, Once again We have countless examples right before Our eyes that this goes on every moment of every day. One small example: If two people experience the exact same thing at the exact same moment and We separate the two and have each tell the “story” (hint, hint) of what happened, We will All-ways get two versions. For every person We add to this experiment We will also add an additional version of the story. Some versions have only minor variations and some are so different that it is hard to believe “they” are the same incident or experience.

To explain this We have created many words: “liar, forgetful, demented, wrong, crazy, not paying attention, enemy ” and the list goes on and on. The list has to go on and on because it happens so often. We rarely get it that it is a different perspective. Sometimes the perspective only varies by a few degrees, sometime by an entire reality or twelve.

Often, in the course of a lifetime the author makes a change. The author edits the story. It may (and often does) appear that this is due to outside circumstances. This is a convenient way to deny Our power. We decided to make the change. Sometimes We delete the memory file of how it was (how the story line was progressing) and sometimes We just create whatever is needed to justify the change. Things such as: “They started it”.

We are living Our stories. Most of Us totally and completely believe Our story but deny (vehemently) that it is a story.

We can begin to rewrite Our story just as soon as We admit that We are writing it.

Sadly, We do feel that this telling/typing does not convey the strength and determination and truth of All this anywhere near as strong as it came to us in Our dream. There, in dream, We were able to fully believe in and integrate this awareness. Here, in waking We doubt. It is easy to return to the old story, the One We have been telling, acting out and rehearsing lifetime after lifetime and year after year in this lifetime, this story. So far, the way We are sharing the experience feels like taking One cup of gravy, adding a gallon of water and pouring it over Our mashed potatoes.

However, this is where We start.