JASON SPEAKS:
After the Arcturian left our house we both fell onto the nearby
couch. We immediately slipped into a sleep/meditation, as we were not
sure to which reality we were awake. How could we be talking to a being
of wavering light one minute, than sitting on our couch the next?
Gradually, we fell into what must have been a real sleep, as I had a
very important dream.
When I awoke it was the next day. After I recovered from a night of
sleeping on the couch with each of us pulling on one small blanket for
warmth, I realized that I had slept through a very important work
meeting.
With this realization, my wonderful dream was gone from my
awareness. I shook Sandy into wakefulness and tried to blame her for my
falling asleep. After I had spent my anger on her, and she cried and ran
into the bedroom, I realized what I had done.
How could I go from such a wonderful dream to such a low state of
consciousness that I would blame the person I loved most for something
that I had done? I decided to go into the kitchen to make Sandy her
favorite tea and bring it to her as a peace offering. It was then that I
began to remember my dream.
I took the tea to our bedroom and offered the tea with an apology
and a sheepish look on my face, which made Sandy smile and accept the
tea. I sat next to her on the bed while she sipped her tea while I tried
to get my nerve up to tell her about my dream.
“OK,” said Sandy after she let me suffer for a few minutes, “I
forgive your outburst and am ready to hear what you so want to tell me.”
“You know I want to tell you something?” I asked.
“We live as one person now. I don’t think we have too many
secrets,” she said with a sweet smile. “Go ahead honey. If you had not
yelled, it would have likely been me. I missed an important meeting too.
I do not understand all that is happening with us, but somehow, I
believe it is real. You are the only person I could talk to about these
experiences, and I’m pretty sure that I am the only person to whom you
can talk.”
I nodded yes and waited until Sandy patted my leg and said, “Go ahead. Thanks to the tea you brought me, I’m ready to listen.”
“While we were sleeping on the couch,” I blurted before I lost my
nerve, “I had a dream that I was ascending. At about 3:00 am I suddenly
woke up and heard in my head, ‘I just had a dream about ascension’, but I
could not remember how it felt.
“I then went to the bathroom. I came back to the couch with another
blanket, which I put on you, and tried to remember that feeling again.
However, I was too distracted to remember the dream because, even though
it was a cold night, my body was hot. It seemed that the heat came from
inside, not outside, of me. I don’t know how long I laid/sat on the
couch feeling the intense heat inside of me. Eventually, I fell back
asleep.
“When I first woke up in the morning, I remembered some of the
dream, but still could not remember how it felt. Then I saw the clock
and pretty much freaked out about missing my appointment, which made me
completely forget the dream. Once I calmed down and was making your tea,
the dream began to come back to me.
“Gradually I began to see myself in what looked like a cloud. I was
in an upright position with my hands pointing down, but I was slowly
rising upwards. After just a short moment, I felt a tugging sensation on
my feet, which stopped my upward motions.
“I then realized that there was something that I had to release. I
didn’t know what that was, nor was that important. All that was
important was that I had to release it so that I could continue my
ascension. Therefore, I took a long breath and told myself, ‘Let go!’
“Instantly, I returned to my slow, but steady ascension upwards.
However, it was not long before I felt the tugging again. This time I
knew what to do. I took a long breath and said, ‘Let go.’ Again and
again, I had to let go, never even knowing what I was letting go of. I only knew that my ascension was very important, and I had to continue.
“Eventually, I began to rise faster and the tugging greatly
diminished. It was then that I saw something far above me. Controlling
my excitement, I slowly continued to float in an upward fashion towards
the unknown.
“Thoughts drifted through my mind. When I chose to ignore them, I
began to feel the euphoria of the higher dimensions. My form began to
tingle, my heart opened and my Third Eye became focused on a blurry
object above me.
“Eventually, all thoughts were released, and my emotions were only a
sense of expectation and wonder. The tugging had stopped completely,
but the letting go was constant. I was living in a kind of surrender
that felt quite natural.
“My body had become extremely hot when I noticed a light emanating
from me. It was then that I saw a light from above, which was like the
dawn coming through a dusky morning. As I moved closer to the light, the
object above me became increasingly clear.
“It was an orb with a face, but I could not recognize it because
the light was too bright. Even though the face came closer and closer, I
still could not recognize it, but I was beginning to feel unconditional
love and great joy. Then, as the love and joy soaked into my
consciousness, I began to recognize the face. It was me, but not the
everyday me. It was the face of my SELF.”
When I finished talking I realized that I had gone into a trance.
When I came back to my physical self, I saw Sandy looking straight into
my heart. She placed the empty teacup on the table next to the bed and
leaned over to give me a big, long hug. Her hug felt almost as good as
the face I had seen.
Sandy gradually let go of my shoulders and leaned back on the bed
saying, “I am sorry I was got so hysterical when you were angry. I think
it was just that when we came back from such a wonderful experience of
communing with the Arcturian and having blissful dreams, it was too
shocking to be ‘back in the 3D,” Sandy said with an apologetic smile.
“Did you have a dream too?” I asked.
“Yes,” she replied thoughtfully. “I had a dream in which I was
walking in a park and came upon people gathered behind a bush. ‘Look,’
they said as they pointed through the foliage. As I looked through the
bush I saw a golden Buddha sitting on a wooden bench.
“I was just thinking, ‘What a beautiful statue,’ when a light
radiated out of the Buddha’s hands, and he turned his head to look
straight into my eyes. For infinity we looked into each other’s eyes. I
awoke with the memory of a golden Buddha sitting on a wooden bench.
“Then, when you yelled at me, the drop from that serenity into your
angry voice regressed me to a small child running to mommy to tattle.
However, I am my mommy now, so there was no one to whom I could
complain. But, just as I was beginning to slip into a deep depression, I
remembered looking through the foliage to see a golden Buddha sitting
on a wooden bench.
“Then you came in with the tea in your hand and an apology on your
face, and I heard the golden Buddha saying, ‘It is not WHAT you do that
is important, but HOW you do it.’
“How could I blame you for being angry. I realize now how many of
my ‘loving’ intentions have become tainted by the old paradigm of hard
work and the need for external reward and acknowledgement. I don’t think
that it is any accident that we both slept through important work
meetings. That work is just for survival, just for money.
“I think that one of the things that the Arcturian told us, which
we could not understand until our dreams, was that ‘the Golden Buddha
was as happy sitting on a wooden bench in a small park as when he was
sitting in a huge temple with people worshiping him.’ I understand now
that the Buddha looked at me directly, so that I would more clearly look
at myself.”
“Yes,” I added, “and I could not recognize my own face because the light was too bright.”
“The Arcturian was telling us via our dreams that we need to
BE the SELF that we have remembered, rather than the self that we
became once we forgot,” Sandy almost whispered. “My dream came to remind
me that the wooden bench was very comfortable, and in no way diminished me.”
“Yes,” I added, “Do I do what I do because I want recognition, or
do I do it because I AM being my SELF? If we choose to place our
attention on that which disturbs our peace, we are can no longer see the
Face of our SELF. It is then that we sink into the dramas and dissonance of 3D life.
“The energies leading up to today have been very intense,
fast, confusing, disruptive and transformational. Our true SELF has been
calling us, while our ego has been tugging at our sleeve.”
I moved right next to Sandy and put my arm around her while I
looked into her eyes. “Our process of ascension has begun, and like all
processes, the most difficult part is breaking free from inertia.
Therefore, we have to do something challenging every day.”
Sandy smiled as she said, “My father used to say, ‘Study long,
study wrong.’ He also said, ‘Do something, even if it is wrong.’ What he
meant by that was that we easily get stuck in trying to always be right. It’s OK if we make a mistake, as long as we eventually catch our self.”
“It is our ego who wants to always be right,” I added as I pulled
Sandy to my chest, “but our Soul resonates beyond polarity. Hence, there
is no right or wrong. There is only action. It is through action that we learn, and we are learning as we go.
“We are creating our ascension! And, we are creating it NOW! It’s not just WHAT we do, but HOW we do it! In fact, it is not the what, but the how, that frees us from our ego and leads us into the center of the Flow.”
As Sandy moved away from me to look into my eyes, I saw tears of joy streaming down her face.
“Oh, Jason, it cut me to my core that we fought this morning. I am so sorry that I yelled at you. Can you forgive me?”
“My sweet love, the question is can I forgive myself?” I replied as tears formed in the corner of my eyes.www.suzanneliephd.blogspot.com / link to original article