A Class in Life

Consider something way far outside of the lines for a moment.  Clear your mind of all preconceived notions, perceptions and beliefs.  Go back into the imaginary part of your being like that of childhood where imagination was plentiful and so much fun.  Imagine a moment; a time before this life.  Imagine that lives were like a catalog of classes that you wished to take to learn.  So, you visit the grand library in a crystal city far far away outside of time and space and you have your guidance counselors with you knowing your history, the levels of the learning you have achieved so far.  Imagine vast catalogs of potential life classes that you could choose to take.  Imagine selecting one and studying it, spending time contemplating your spirit and your soul and where it needs strength or more experience.  Imagine now selecting a life plan that presents you with all sorts of possibilities to support the life lesson (or class) you wished to choose for incarnation in this realm.

You carefully consider and discuss with your guides the life you have chosen.  You converse with your soul family and decide upon a most opportune course of study in the realm of Earth in this Third-Dimensional existence.  You prepare for the life as you would a college course.  You brush up on the knowledge you’ll need to take with you.  You might study a bit of some of the similar courses you’ve taken (e.g., other lives) that call to you in full remembrance the other lives in which you have previously learned things that might help you in the next class like taking and completing all lower level math classes before ascending into algebra, calculus and then trig.  You brush up and ready yourself to incarnate here on Earth in this dimension through concentrated conscious projection.

The thing about the life or class that you choose is that there must be a premise from which you operate or handicaps of various kinds that will set up for you the most perfect opportunity to truly learn.  Maybe you have to take a life you might from this life consider as difficult as calculus or something like it but although you’ve studied all other forms of math, this time, you don’t get to take your notes or your calculator.  The design of the program you set up with your guides and soul family creates an ample opportunity for you to learn and slowly over time your memories of prior learnings will become reinforced as you live the next life.  Knowing this, you gladly leave those memories behind or the calculator even because you know these things are ingrained within the memories within the archives of your soul.  At the right time and with the right study, the lessons previously learned will represent themselves in new places, faces or times.  So, you come (project your consciousness into Earth) and you grow with a family that helps reinforce the premise or handicap.  I have called this malware but it is not some victimizing thing at all but rather the very thing that helps you learn and reinforce all prior learning when you incarnate.

While projecting your consciousness here in this frame, you remain connected to your spirit back home, your guides and the idea or concept of the lesson plan chosen.  You also carry with you the latent memories within your soul that you can, at the right time, access.  You grow into your life incarnate on Earth and have many experiences that reinforce your learning.  Whatever it is you set out to learn, your life is perfectly designed to bring to you the most opportune events and people to assist you in your learning.  There will be those who share similar lessons or the opposite aspect of what you are learning in terms of other Soul Family who incarnated here with you and together you learn and together you grow.  You continue in this fashion until your spirit has gained all of the knowledge you wished and then it begins to fade its projection in the Third-Dimensional reality.  The vital essence of the body begins to subside, the fullness of your body’s experience appears to deteriorate and you turn gray and begin aging all in perfect time holding all of the new and beautiful lessons you have had the opportunity to learn.  The final day comes and you let go of this projection here and then with a final breath in the manner of your planning and choosing comes and you allow the projection to be turned off.

You find yourself now in the space between and eventually make your way back to the place you truly started from, Elsewhere.  When you arrive back home you are greeted by guides and loved ones so happy to see you return and so eager to hear how your journey of life went and you celebrate together the things that you learned and you receive encouragement for your efforts and you debrief from the lesson or class just completed.  You rest and recuperate glad you got through it, grateful for the opportunity to learn and then you sit and take it all in with all the other things that you’ve learned.  If more learning is what you most need, you know the way back to the Grand library and can strike out again and may wish to retake portions of your last lesson because you could have done it better or you may wish to assist one of your soul family members who wanted to retest his or her abilities in form.

In contemplating all of the various levels humanity seems to exist within, this idea, this imaginary idea seems to speak to the reason why there are all manner of experiences here…some good and some bad but what if every class isn’t your favorite class?  Sometimes we must take classes we’re not very good at and look around you, some people are not very good at this thing called life and that is really and truly okay because by the very act of them being present here, they learn and as they learn, they expand the collective of knowledge.  Each spirit that projects here to learn adds to the seasoning of the dish or the color of the artwork that is the Whole of our shared Consciousness.  If we can contemplate this view if even for a moment, we can find greater compassion for others here learning instead of raw toxic judgment.  What do you think?

© 2014 Jaie Hart (photo Google - aetherforce.com)

The Ego is the Veil

What if the “veil” isn’t out there somewhere but rather inside of us right here in the form of our ego?  I wonder.  We talk of many things as if they are “out there” outside of ourselves and as we learn and live this life, understanding begins to dawn and we come to realize that as above, so below…as within, so without.  During times of meditation or selfless service, the veil seems to thin for us and we feel bliss or true love.  When we thin the veil of the ego, we begin to feel the truth from the core of our being without the ego arguing for pole position in this situation or that situation.

I think the veil; the thing that separates us all is the ego.   The ego and/or veil, has a perfectly good purpose.  I don’t think either was supposed to be destroyed or in anyway eradicated.   Instead, the ego and the veil it seemingly creates should be understood.  We can thin the veil thereby minimizing our egos by setting our intent, turning our ego-self over to the greater Soul-Self thereby piercing the veil and all sorts of amazing things are then possible.  Things we could never have imagined from within a thick veil of the ego can then be created positively.  Consider, if we over-identify too much with the ego in an unhealthy way, (and oh goodness are there oh so many unhealthy ways), the veil is thick around us and we are cut off from not only Source but each other as well.  The conclusion I come to is that the thicker the ego or veil, the greater the disconnection from Source and others.  This can unwittingly occur due to unnatural beliefs or other unhealthy means and can be a very challenging way to learn in this life. 

So, I come to understand that all is truly perfect as it is whether or not I judge it thickly veiled with my own ego or not.  Even the ego and the veil are perfect.  They are perfect for each soul’s journey regardless of the dimension of the ego or veil.  All things in good time come through the thinning of the veil or ego, like love, compassion and understanding.  I wish to explore this “thinning veil” concept a bit more.  I didn’t come up with this idea entirely on my own.  It was a little nugget of a puzzle I was left with as I some how managed to thin my own veil and a trusted guide from somewhere seemingly not here and yet right here left me to ponder…and ponder I will.

 

© 2014 Jaie Hart, All Rights Reserved

(photo, beautiful random google image find)

You Are Home

There is no amazing place we journey to find one day and then we can relax, be happy and finally know that all is well. All is well right here and right now. The journey is the destination. If the past is gone and only its wisdom can be retrieved and there is never a guarantee that tomorrow will ever come, our energy is best spent being here now, in the present, appreciating that we have all we need. Enjoy the lives you have created - this is the point and purpose of this endeavor we call life incarnate. Be grateful for your existence and the facets of love you are learning to grasp - you really are quite amazing miracles.

We always seem to be seeking some fulfillment from somewhere, through something or through someone.  But no place, thing or person can ever fill you up.  Only you can do that, only you have that power and only you truly know where within you that you truly need filling.  There are indications all around us of people in pain, people lost, people in misery, people manipulating people to get what they want as if there isn't enough to go around of anything.  We misplace our efforts in pursuing things external to ourselves.  Now, it is necessary in this frame work at this time to work and earn money to put a roof over your head and food in the pantry (at least in my part of the planet) but I'm not talking about those things.  There is this need within us for love, for understanding and acknowledgement and we pursue that through manipulation of external sources but it is squandered energy even on your best day because nothing external to you will ever have the long-lasting effect that you truly need.  You will always be moving to this or that to get that quick fix high of love or attention and at the end of the day it will always leave you empty and your soul longing for something more.   That is, until you realize it is you who has disconnected yourself from the true long lasting love of Creation, Source, the Universe, God, Goddess or whatever other term that pleases you.

You  have the keys inside of you to find that love and reconnect to the inflow of love from everything.  Its a stretch to come to this understanding I realize and much of my words this morning will be lost on most.  However, I once was one of those souls reading the answers to my unasked questions in words that were completely lost on me and I continued my seeking and searching in places and faces, activities and dreams only to come back to those words echoing like some ghostly sound from far away in time.  But I began to tune in as those words planted seeds and I began to test those words in my life and then suddenly I realized "the path" is me.  "The Path" is you.  You are what you are seeking.  So, go then - but not somewhere,, to something or someone - go within.  I know it sounds crazy but explore every single thought you have, trace its origins and resulting feelings...test them so you may discern provisional truth and assumption from THE truth and then one day you will be standing where I am.  You will have come home to the realization that you never left home and there was nothing to find that you didn't already have inside of you all along and love?  Love is always there waiting for you to receive it.  So then, receive it.
 
 ~Blessings

(photo - fortunate google find)

Gems in the Rubble

"You're going to have to go out there and do this," the ruggedly good looking middle aged man, with chestnut brown hair said as we were hunkered down in some kind of dirt bunker.  Shocked at my surroundings, I took a quick inventory of the scene.  Rubble, broken pieces of things that once were the typical trappings of an every day life lay in ruin every where.  "But how in the world am I going to survive this," I asked as if I somehow understood what had happened and what it was I was going to have to do.  Again, a part of the scenery came into focus and I saw a thick deep river of mud that I knew I was going to have to wade through.  I thought, how am I going to survive without food or water and how am I going to complete the tasks I have to complete with everyone depending on me?  I'm just one woman and I have no skills in this.  The man spoke again softly but with so much love and compassion that shown clearly and beautifully through crystal blue eyes nearly camouflaged behind a very dirty and dusty face, "You will have all of the love in the universe on your side sweet heart and you will have these."  His hand opened and in it were four emerald green clear oval items that almost looked like crystal Nyquil cold tablets.  "How in the world are these going to help me do this," I asked him. He mentioned a four day flight.  I looked at him and said, "Yeah, about flying...."  I woke with a start and found my surroundings had changed.  I was safe and sound in the comfort of my room surrounded by the low light of the television I forgot to turn off before drifting off to dream.  It was 12:38 a.m.  I got up for some water troubled knowing the dream wasn't a literal one but was, in fact, one of those soul gripping metaphors that will take time to fully comprehend.

I climbed back into my huge, soft and oh so comfortable bed.  The air coming in through my bedroom window was cool and comfortable. The sounds of the night a far cry more comforting than those in the dream.  I wondered who the man was and what he represented...a guide, a way out of whatever muck I was about to have to find my way through...imbued with what...these green crystal things that were some sort of saving grace...and then immediately thinking that green, green is the color of the heart chakra and it's energy is often more powerful than we humans give credit.  I was troubled a bit but took a deep breath, let it out slowly, turned off the TV and laid quietly in the darkness just focusing on the sound of my own heart beat. I drifted once again into the land of dreams.

Back into the scene I somehow fell and I was drinking water that was so dirty I thought for sure I was going to be battling malaria soon.  But I had to.  There was just no other way to survive.  The skies were gray and still there was nothing but rubble and dirt I wandered through alone.  I fought often to retain my balance and the ability to continue forward motion rather than dropping to my knees.  Somewhere within me the only drive I had was that I had to get to the other side of this war zone of sorts.  It felt very much "Mad Max" like.  A great upheaval had occurred and we, those of us who survived, had to fight to achieve the remainder of some mission I could not recall but felt deep within me.  I felt a strong and core level ache of loneliness wash over me and I was suddenly fighting back tears and I knelt down in the dust of a small hill to feel my way through it.  Superimposed over my vision, he came again.  He could project himself into my field of vision at will some how and he spoke again..."Sweetheart, don't give up.  I know how hard this trek alone is.  I know you don't understand so much of what you do but it matters so much more than you know. You carry my love with you always.  You can do this. You have to finish this so we can go home," he said again, with so much love in his eyes and in his voice and I could feel his energy encouraging my every step.  I felt bad for doubting myself...and I felt bad that I could not remember where I was going or what I was doing and frustrated as hell that no one could tell me.  I decided to stop my fears and my worries and I stood up and brushed the dirt from my jeans, I pushed back long wisps of very dusty wild blonde locks, found a piece of string and tied it back so I could see.  I didn't like what lay ahead of me but I started walking again with a sense of conviction that I don't even understand how it could exist within me considering what I faced.  I reached in my pocket for the little crystal green oval things and took them out.  They glittered even in the low light of a thick gray cloud cover and they somehow seemed to emanate their own light and a tingling energy I could feel in my left hand.  I looked up and smiled thanking the Gods for them even though I didn't understand what they were or what the heck I would do with them.  I stuffed the lonely feelings down deep within me as I put the gems back into my pocket.  I began climbing another hill of rubble following a weak trail of light and some unknown compass within me.

My eyes opened again and I saw that I was safe and sound in bed still.  The sun was just coming up and I could hear the birds begin to sing.  A night filled with Mad Max dreams I don't understand with my logical mind... but somehow my soul has already begun to deconstruct and analyze it.  I have theories and ideas and I plan to test each one.  Sometimes our dreams don't seem pleasant at all but they stick with us and seem to grip us at the core of our very souls.  Those are the ones I pay attention to most as those are the ones that have given me the greatest insights into the happenings of my own life.  I understand this dream and the energy of recognition runs along my skin as the hair stands straight on end with seeming chills of acknowledgement.  Grateful to be awake and that there exists in this world a wonderful invention known as a coffee pot, a full store of coffee in my pantry and a refrigerator stocked with delicious sweet cream.  I had much to ponder as I sat up slowly.  I debated whether or not I would share this series of dreams.  After a cup, the decision was made and, so, here it is.

Dreams are not insignificant things.  It is how our minds work out the details we cannot quite grasp while awake and distracted but their themes - once you can fully taste them, are beautiful indicators of direction, summaries of thought and the ideas that create within us hope and faith. ~Blessings as you journey through this dream.

(c) 2012 Jaie Hart (photo and words)

In Your Dreams

Last night I celebrated my own kind of independence.  Not from anyone but from many things that I had come to rely on as truth but in reality they were born out in the light as provisional or maybe even relative.  It hurt for a moment but sometimes the reveal isn't always pure joy.  Sometimes it is very serious and drives deep into your core your own misguided thoughts and previous actions leading to wholly undesirable outcomes.  But maybe they were not undesirable at all.  Hmmm, I think I've learned that every experience we have in life, we ourselves, have called to us for reasons we don't remember, can't recall and maybe don't even want to know about in advance.  If we knew how things would turn out, we might not engage and what then?  We'd miss a lesson with a trusted soul or souls who have come to assist us in ways we just couldn't comprehend.  I sight at the thought feeling the reality with every breath.

Cool, that's great, so now what.  There are times in life that we must get very still and quiet.  Know that unconscious creations stemming from a place of pain, ignorance, doubt and fear will draw to us lessons in the seemingly negative.  Nothing is really good nor bad in the total scheme of things but they can feel that way.  Conscious creation from a place of understanding, love and wholeness calls to us a whole different host of experiences.  I've learned the difference in many areas and facets of my own life and have tested my own theories and the bear out as truth.  Even when I do not wish to see what stands right before me.  I laugh a little at the process, the seeming game we play while we're dreaming.  But, that moment we become lucid in this dream of life and begin to question not why someone else has done this or that but why WE have done what we've done, the game changes and the dream becomes deep and more ethereal in terms of meaning.

I love that about life...there are many "reveals" standing before us like miracles begging to be validated by our own attention to them.  I'm still shaking my head with the knowledge and understanding.  This dream of our lives we have created is for us to enjoy, not to struggle indefinitely with.  When you stand up straight in the darkest parts of the dream, call to yourself all of your Source-given faculties and trust you implicitly, the scene changes as do the specters and shadows and visitors who come with messages great.  I love the ethereal and mystical so much.  The out of the ordinary makes me smile in ways most may not understand.  The game changing happenings and unexplainable occurrences are a pure joy to behold.  Our time incarnate is so short...we briefly dream and then return, elsewhere and then who knows what - reconnect with loved one's and beginning planning the next adventure?  Last night in a dream I was shown a garden, I was allowed a brief visit "home" and immediately upon arrival, all of those things I struggle to comprehend slipped deeper into my core with greater understanding.  I arrived tense and troubled and as I stood in the garden and felt the elation of reconnecting with loved ones I have come to treasure due solely to the pure and unadulterated love they brought me, the healing rippled through all time, all space and all dimensions.

I was awakened by a crow outside my window quite insistent on being heard.  His assertions brought my sleeping mind to life again and I noticed I had left yet another few things behind me...the heaviness of days gone by no longer wrapped around me like a damp blanket.  The warmth of the sun had arisen in my soul and a smile in the darkness knowing this day, this beautiful day on Earth would be well spent in observation, understanding and pure bliss.  I'm grateful.  Thanks be to my guardian angels and guides who have watched over me and nudged me farther towards opening my heart and mind so wide that there is no way that I will misunderstand again.  In gratitude and deep love, I thank them.  I pray you encounter greater understanding on your journeys, that you are met with nothing less than impeccable actions and no less than miracles.  Be aware of them and you will see them everywhere, even in your dreams.

(c) 2012 Jaie Hart (Painting is The Garden of Eden by Thomas Cole).