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While Jason and I sat around the table eating our brunch, we talked about my dream and our confusing feelings about Mytrian.
“I am so happy that I had this dream and the intimate experience of
being with the Arcturian,” I said as I sipped my coffee. “I have to
admit that I have really missed Mytre and Mytria. Have you had any more
of your dreams about Mytrian?”
“Yes,” responded Jason. “In fact, just a few days ago I had a dream
in which Mytrian was with the Arcturian. However, I am still having
difficulty understanding how one person or being, as I am not sure
Mytrian is a human, can have all those different component of SELF.
“I mean, supposedly you and I are part of Mytrian’s
Multidimensional SELF, which includes Mytria, Mytre and the Arcturian.
How can that be? How can one being hold that many different frequencies
of consciousness in one form?”
“I have wondered that myself,” I replied. “Also, I felt such
confidence and security from Mytre and Mytria, but Mytrian seems almost
as confused as I am. However, since my merging with the Arcturian this
morning I am beginning to understand the concept of a composite,
multidimensional self. However, I can’t translate that understanding
into words. In fact, more and more now there are concepts, experiences,
emotions and thoughts that I put into words.”
“My dreams about Mytrian, or maybe they are experiences with
Mytrian, seem to be focused on Mytrian’s attempt to fully merge with
Its multidimensional expressions of SELF. In fact, I dreamt a few days
ago that Mytrian had bonded with Mytre and Mytria while on the
Mothership. Then just night before last, I dreamt that Mytrian merged
with Its Arcturian SELF.”
“Why didn’t you tell me that?” I asked with hurt feelings. Usually
Jason and I talked about everything. However, lately we seemed to have
been moving apart.
“Yes,” said Jason as he reached for my hand. He was reading my mind
again. “I too have felt as though we have not been as close. Do you
think that we became to dependent on Mytre and Mytria for our
happiness?”
“They did express that concern,” I replied. “I think that they were
right. Now that they are not as actively in our lives, you and I have
fallen into the drudgery of daily life. I am so sorry that I have not
been connected enough to you to realize that you were having such
informative dreams. Then, I have one dream and you listen to every word.
Why did you not share your dreams with me?”
Jason took a look time before he answered my question. I could tell
he was trying to find the kindest way possible to answer me. I bit my
lip to stop myself from talking, but also from fear of what he would
say. Finally, I could wait no longer. How could such a wonderful morning
deteriorate so quickly with just one short conversation?
Instantly, I felt the Arcturian energy within me again saying, “The
greater light unveils all secrets.” I should have been comforted, but
instead I became more afraid. What if Jason does not love me anymore,
and he is trying to find a way to break up? Maybe I will have to be
alone now. “NO, NO,” I cried inside my heart. My greatest fears were
definitely being revealed to me.
I was about to cry when Jason took my hand and said, “Don’t be so
upset. I love you and do not want to leave you. It is just that I
sometimes feel like I have left my SELF.”
I decided to take the higher road and forget about my fears and
give comfort to the man who had just been so wonderfully supportive to
me. I held on to his hand and looked into his face. “I am glad you feel
you can talk with me now. I am ready to listen and will be quiet while
you speak.”
When I saw the look of relief on Jason’s face, I realized how much I
had dominated our conversations. How could I have not noticed how he
felt? How could I have been so selfish? I wanted to tell him that, but
decided to keep my words inside for now and remain quiet, no small task
for me. Fortunately, Jason finally spoke.
“Thank you for giving me some time to gather my thoughts. It seems
that lately my mind is traveling so much faster than my body that I can
hardly keep track of my self, much less you. I have been needing to
spend some time to just be with my self instead of sharing everything
with you. I think that is why I did not share my dreams. Also, I knew
that you were having trouble with accepting Mytrian as a component of
your SELF, as was I.
“However, I have felt a deep empathy for Mytrian’s plight. Perhaps,
because I was struggling to maintain a deep relationship with my SELF
and you at the same time, I could better understand the confusion of
Mytrian. Even though they are a collective, multidimensional being with
full awareness of the many dimensions of their SELF, they were not given
any instruction as to how to handle such a confusing energy field.
“Since I can barely navigate a deep love relationship with you and
my own SELF, I was comforted to follow the evolution of Mytrian. I guess
that is why I have been dreaming about them so often. But now, my truth
has hurt you, I can see it on your face.”
“What is on my face is MY issue,” I replied, not without a degree
of anger. “I too have had problems living in the physical while also
communicating with galactic beings. Then, those being left, and I felt
totally abandoned. I had a few dreams about Mytrian, but I placed my
anger of abandonment from Mytria and Mytre on Mytrian. I now realize
that I have placed it on you, as well. That is why you have not felt
safe sharing more deeply with me.”
Jason was quiet for far too long, but I managed to contain myself.
In fact, I actually called upon the Arcturian to remind me of the
wonderful experience I had just had. Yes, what goes up comes down. Also,
I did not want to crash into my humanly hurt feelings.
I had made it difficult for Jason to be himself with me. “Your
insecurities demanded his attention when you should have given him
loving freedom,” I heard my High Heart say. Yes, of course my High Heart
was correct. I had been loving Jason from my hurt feelings, rather than
from my High Heart, which actually hurt his feelings.
I decided to send Jason the same unconditional love that my High
Heart had sent me while inside the “tree of life,” as I now called my
experience. Keeping my eyes open and my hand clutching his, I released
my fear into the green, pink light of my High Heart and replaced it with
unconditional love. I did not know much about unconditional love, but
since I had just felt if from the Arcturian I could remember the FEEL of
it.
Calling again and again for Arcturian assistance, I sent waves of
unconditional love to Jason. As I sent this love, and as he obviously
accepted it, we silently slipped out of time. It seemed as though we sat
at the table for a lifetime just holding hands and looking into each
other’s eyes.
When I became fatigued with sending unconditional love, I realized
that I could not send it without feeling it within myself first. It was
then that I began to feel that my gift of unconditional love was
returned back to me. I wondered if that were the same for all emotions
and instantly my High Heart said, “YES.”
As I sent my timeless gift to Jason, and my self, I could feel my
consciousness back on the New Earth I had just visited. I could see the
distant mountain, the lovely valley and the Temple. While I was
connected with Jason via my hand and heart, I took him with me as we
walked up the golden stairs and through the opened golden door.
This time the Temple appeared dark, as though it was waiting for us
to create our experience together. It was then that Jason broke contact
and began to sob. I pulled my chair right around next to his and put my
arm around him. Since we were still beyond time, I have no idea how
long he cried and how long I silently comforted him.
Finally, he looked up into my eyes again and said, “That was the
most wonderful gift that I have ever received. I realize now that I was
so afraid of losing you that I focused on losing my self. Oh, the webs
of deception we weave.”
“Yes,” I said, “but we do get back to the truth.”
“The truth is,” Jason calmly said, “I could never leave you, as we are ONE.”www.suzanneliephd.blogspot.com / link to original article
