The Five to Further
~ By Sar'h ~
Shortly after recording Ancient Integrations for the Free Energy Body of Today in January 2021,
Lauren along with her God consciousness, Sar'h (Pronounced Sa-rah),
recorded 5 passageways to further, to open up all of Creation inside of YOU!
She wrote stories about how she applied them -
for an example in the play that is staying on Earth until energy and consciousness come together
as one river or in the third circle of creation.
They were recorded as a pre-curser to the Era of the Magus Series, and originally posted for the Sovereign Collective on Patreon.
Lauren and Sar'h as One lived each of the passageways, never disconnecting again.
Perhaps you no longer need to disconnect from Self again, either, by Choosing You and Choosing Life!
Lauren along with her God consciousness, Sar'h (Pronounced Sa-rah),
recorded 5 passageways to further, to open up all of Creation inside of YOU!
She wrote stories about how she applied them -
for an example in the play that is staying on Earth until energy and consciousness come together
as one river or in the third circle of creation.
They were recorded as a pre-curser to the Era of the Magus Series, and originally posted for the Sovereign Collective on Patreon.
Lauren and Sar'h as One lived each of the passageways, never disconnecting again.
Perhaps you no longer need to disconnect from Self again, either, by Choosing You and Choosing Life!
Five to Further: March 21, 2021
French Translation of the Five to Further:
| five_to_further_french_translation.pdf |
ONE
Allow the mind to comprehend the infinite, as it folds into creational intelligence.
"As the ultimate duality is transcended, the Atlantean mind folds into Creational Intelligence, also known as the God, also." ~ Sar'h
TWO
Allow the human personality to fold into the Divine Blueprint of your Inimitability - the uniqueness, the grandness, the sovereignty of the Eye Am.
"The master speaks of no one or no thing as if it were outside themselves. Instead, they firmly root their feet of awareness in nothing (no thing) - the state of being in which FREEDOM stands as an absolute." ~ Sar'h
THREE
Beyond the Matrix, lies a field, I will meet you there.
"We've been living these lifetimes, making decisions in an illusory reality and then feeling bad about some of our choices and good about others. What a game!" ~ Ali
"The master of Self sits in a state of omnipresence, without needing to blink or breathe or steady the human. They never need to disassociate from human life but it is often so menial, the sense of focus will naturally flow elsewhere. An apparition, an energetic imprint remains, but the identification with it is no longer available." ~ Sar'h
FOUR
Beyond varying perceptions lies the sensuality of the Absolute.
One has embodied their mastery when they no longer need a lens through which to view things.
A master neither agrees or disagrees.
She does not need varying perceptions to accept herself.
Everything simply is AS she is.
No mirror needed.
"Undeniably, the master has long discarded the magnifying glass and the mirror, about the time when she stopped asking who am I and simply became the answer to it - Nothing! I am No-thing!" ~ Sar'h
FIVE
The walls of the dark room come down, without having to turn on a light.
"The Magus fully comprehends with all facets of Self that there are no edges or walls to anything. Never have been and never will be. And, not only do they accept it, the Magus thrives in it." ~ Sar'h
Space is just as much an illusion as time. Don't neglect to play with it as you have played with time.
Allow the mind to comprehend the infinite, as it folds into creational intelligence.
"As the ultimate duality is transcended, the Atlantean mind folds into Creational Intelligence, also known as the God, also." ~ Sar'h
TWO
Allow the human personality to fold into the Divine Blueprint of your Inimitability - the uniqueness, the grandness, the sovereignty of the Eye Am.
"The master speaks of no one or no thing as if it were outside themselves. Instead, they firmly root their feet of awareness in nothing (no thing) - the state of being in which FREEDOM stands as an absolute." ~ Sar'h
THREE
Beyond the Matrix, lies a field, I will meet you there.
"We've been living these lifetimes, making decisions in an illusory reality and then feeling bad about some of our choices and good about others. What a game!" ~ Ali
"The master of Self sits in a state of omnipresence, without needing to blink or breathe or steady the human. They never need to disassociate from human life but it is often so menial, the sense of focus will naturally flow elsewhere. An apparition, an energetic imprint remains, but the identification with it is no longer available." ~ Sar'h
FOUR
Beyond varying perceptions lies the sensuality of the Absolute.
One has embodied their mastery when they no longer need a lens through which to view things.
A master neither agrees or disagrees.
She does not need varying perceptions to accept herself.
Everything simply is AS she is.
No mirror needed.
"Undeniably, the master has long discarded the magnifying glass and the mirror, about the time when she stopped asking who am I and simply became the answer to it - Nothing! I am No-thing!" ~ Sar'h
FIVE
The walls of the dark room come down, without having to turn on a light.
"The Magus fully comprehends with all facets of Self that there are no edges or walls to anything. Never have been and never will be. And, not only do they accept it, the Magus thrives in it." ~ Sar'h
Space is just as much an illusion as time. Don't neglect to play with it as you have played with time.
The Journey of the Subjectless I through Mexico: Part 1
I almost hate to write about my trip home. Actually, hate is the wrong word, but to put it into paper feels so very tooth combed. I fully grasp why no one has written in this state much at all.
Anyone who does, well, they are performing a great and selfless act. For once the human folds into the texture, it is quite something to run a comb through its hair, for it is too wild to tame.
My journey through Mexico was so very magical the words will become filters if I’m not careful. It will take away from it. However, I am here – not reading my divine blueprint – but being it.
For those who’s mind has not quite yet stepped in to the infinite waters, there is no subject I to read the blue print.
There is no lens or perceptional filter magnifying enough or clarity inducing enough for the human to map out the chaos and see it as a blueprint.
The magi has laid down all lenses of perception.
#3: Beyond the matrix is a field of Absoluteness, I will meet you there. She sits in omnipresence and omni-awareness without the need to blink or breathe, or in other words steady herself because she is her Self.
The divine blueprint can only be read when you become the new energy pattern - in other words it has to be read from within yourself, beyond the separation of a subject I.
It cannot be felt, seen, or heard by the human who is trying to take a peek from the outside in. To gather data before making the leap into the absolute.
In other words, the glass has to be shattered in the window between energy (human) and divine (consciousness).
No, the divine blue print cannot be read by the realized human. Instead, the realized being becomes become the motion and the non-human breath of the blueprint itself. Becoming Sar’h.
The I or the you cannot be pinpointed in the infinite edgeless blueprint, yet we must use those terms to write a story. How very combed. Teeth of the comb dig edges into my scalp. Meh.
The divine blueprint of the God, also is always expanding and contracting and folding and unfolding. A new energy breath, maybe, if you need that…
And what replaces the human need to pause, slow down, take a deep breath, analyze, wisdomize, view things from other angles and all the coping mechanisms and on and so on.
Imperative #4: You no longer need to create experiences to wisdomize. Beyond karma - cause and effect - beyond casual time of this happened and that is why, wisdom becomes instant. Creational intelligence occurs solely in the now and simultaneously in Ahkhun.
In the divine blueprint, there is no one to observe it nor is there one to act it out.
There is the I exist but its not a singular point - and instead it is the whole carpet, the tapestry woven with all that is, which is the same as all that you are - if you need the distinction and dissection of mine and everything else. It’s all the same stuff. Kool Hoomi Channel #1.
And, on this vast and endless landscape of the divine blueprint, both the observer and actor are one, and that’s no longer a paradox.
Absolute reality IS the end of paradox.
Paradox was something to babysit your mind until it folded into the all that is. We mature here.
Absolute reality forms, after you have begun to navigate nothing and see that is everything.
#1: Allow the mind to comprehend the infinite, as it folds into creational intelligence – an invitation.
Okay – back to the divine blueprint. What else could I call it? A new energy pattern – that appears like chaos to the Atlantean mind – but when energy and consciousness come together, you don’t just see the new energy pattern, you become the texture of it. No divide between human and divine. No divide between internal absolute reality and external relative reality.
The human has – for thousands of lifetimes asked God for a plan or to intervene. It has asked its soul for a plan or to intervene. It has asked the I Am or Is-ness for a plan or to intervene.
It never has. It never will.
You were not able to read the stars then, and you will not be able to find pattern in the chaos until the subject I becomes the chaos, folding into it.
And in that instant, you become the Eye Am and the chaos, the burst of stars in the sky will become You, in the absolute reality.
And, the point of awareness in its constellation, in what others might call chaos, shows me I already wrote this chapter, and I do well not to diminish its grandness.
And therefore, I continue writing. Time does its loop and simultaneously is stretched out into Ahkhun - beyond time and space. Ah, the vast landscape of ALL or absoluteness where you must firmly plant your feet into the field beyond time and space.
It feels necessary to give examples of the five to further points I made the short video about. Doesn’t seem to be much to grab onto in there for the mind to become new as well, so they are interwoven here.
When I posted the video Sunday, I felt the ego kicking - how dare she! - I laugh and say - You asked me to write it.
My favorite ego line is: I do what I want. I am a master and I do what I want. Ha! So funny! Human free will is a beast whose heart keeps on ticking after realization when it is not yet embodied.
This is not about force, or forward movement to reach something new, it’s simply about being New. And there is nothing new about a master clawing its fingernails into relativity saying: I have been there and done that. Ha! You have not and you have. It’s a drop down, a downshift, and it its subtlety the glass ceiling on God shatters.
I know I know this first hand and I take a good long clarifying look at my energetic imprint of realized Lauren and laugh hysterically at her insistence on her perceived sovereignty.
#2: Allow the human personality to fold into the divine blueprint of your inimitability.
When you finally allow yourself to become nothing and nothing special, that’s truly when your inimitability kicks in. Downshift, human. Mummify into the texture of the vast landscape of the God, also.
___
And so tomorrow I will continue on in the journey with the five to further…
Beginning where I left off on Tuesday morning, departing about 6 a.m. to drive to Texas from the village.
I will give your minds some firms details on how all this impacts relative reality and of course will have some harrowing tales of the Mexican highway to keep the human parts entertained. Why not have a good story - one that you do not have to analyze, filter, or wisdomize later.
What a relief!!!
Anyone who does, well, they are performing a great and selfless act. For once the human folds into the texture, it is quite something to run a comb through its hair, for it is too wild to tame.
My journey through Mexico was so very magical the words will become filters if I’m not careful. It will take away from it. However, I am here – not reading my divine blueprint – but being it.
For those who’s mind has not quite yet stepped in to the infinite waters, there is no subject I to read the blue print.
There is no lens or perceptional filter magnifying enough or clarity inducing enough for the human to map out the chaos and see it as a blueprint.
The magi has laid down all lenses of perception.
#3: Beyond the matrix is a field of Absoluteness, I will meet you there. She sits in omnipresence and omni-awareness without the need to blink or breathe, or in other words steady herself because she is her Self.
The divine blueprint can only be read when you become the new energy pattern - in other words it has to be read from within yourself, beyond the separation of a subject I.
It cannot be felt, seen, or heard by the human who is trying to take a peek from the outside in. To gather data before making the leap into the absolute.
In other words, the glass has to be shattered in the window between energy (human) and divine (consciousness).
No, the divine blue print cannot be read by the realized human. Instead, the realized being becomes become the motion and the non-human breath of the blueprint itself. Becoming Sar’h.
The I or the you cannot be pinpointed in the infinite edgeless blueprint, yet we must use those terms to write a story. How very combed. Teeth of the comb dig edges into my scalp. Meh.
The divine blueprint of the God, also is always expanding and contracting and folding and unfolding. A new energy breath, maybe, if you need that…
And what replaces the human need to pause, slow down, take a deep breath, analyze, wisdomize, view things from other angles and all the coping mechanisms and on and so on.
Imperative #4: You no longer need to create experiences to wisdomize. Beyond karma - cause and effect - beyond casual time of this happened and that is why, wisdom becomes instant. Creational intelligence occurs solely in the now and simultaneously in Ahkhun.
In the divine blueprint, there is no one to observe it nor is there one to act it out.
There is the I exist but its not a singular point - and instead it is the whole carpet, the tapestry woven with all that is, which is the same as all that you are - if you need the distinction and dissection of mine and everything else. It’s all the same stuff. Kool Hoomi Channel #1.
And, on this vast and endless landscape of the divine blueprint, both the observer and actor are one, and that’s no longer a paradox.
Absolute reality IS the end of paradox.
Paradox was something to babysit your mind until it folded into the all that is. We mature here.
Absolute reality forms, after you have begun to navigate nothing and see that is everything.
#1: Allow the mind to comprehend the infinite, as it folds into creational intelligence – an invitation.
Okay – back to the divine blueprint. What else could I call it? A new energy pattern – that appears like chaos to the Atlantean mind – but when energy and consciousness come together, you don’t just see the new energy pattern, you become the texture of it. No divide between human and divine. No divide between internal absolute reality and external relative reality.
The human has – for thousands of lifetimes asked God for a plan or to intervene. It has asked its soul for a plan or to intervene. It has asked the I Am or Is-ness for a plan or to intervene.
It never has. It never will.
You were not able to read the stars then, and you will not be able to find pattern in the chaos until the subject I becomes the chaos, folding into it.
And in that instant, you become the Eye Am and the chaos, the burst of stars in the sky will become You, in the absolute reality.
And, the point of awareness in its constellation, in what others might call chaos, shows me I already wrote this chapter, and I do well not to diminish its grandness.
And therefore, I continue writing. Time does its loop and simultaneously is stretched out into Ahkhun - beyond time and space. Ah, the vast landscape of ALL or absoluteness where you must firmly plant your feet into the field beyond time and space.
It feels necessary to give examples of the five to further points I made the short video about. Doesn’t seem to be much to grab onto in there for the mind to become new as well, so they are interwoven here.
When I posted the video Sunday, I felt the ego kicking - how dare she! - I laugh and say - You asked me to write it.
My favorite ego line is: I do what I want. I am a master and I do what I want. Ha! So funny! Human free will is a beast whose heart keeps on ticking after realization when it is not yet embodied.
This is not about force, or forward movement to reach something new, it’s simply about being New. And there is nothing new about a master clawing its fingernails into relativity saying: I have been there and done that. Ha! You have not and you have. It’s a drop down, a downshift, and it its subtlety the glass ceiling on God shatters.
I know I know this first hand and I take a good long clarifying look at my energetic imprint of realized Lauren and laugh hysterically at her insistence on her perceived sovereignty.
#2: Allow the human personality to fold into the divine blueprint of your inimitability.
When you finally allow yourself to become nothing and nothing special, that’s truly when your inimitability kicks in. Downshift, human. Mummify into the texture of the vast landscape of the God, also.
___
And so tomorrow I will continue on in the journey with the five to further…
Beginning where I left off on Tuesday morning, departing about 6 a.m. to drive to Texas from the village.
I will give your minds some firms details on how all this impacts relative reality and of course will have some harrowing tales of the Mexican highway to keep the human parts entertained. Why not have a good story - one that you do not have to analyze, filter, or wisdomize later.
What a relief!!!
The Journey of the Subjectless Self through Mexico: Part 2
Where old ends and new begins in this great loop of time existence….oh yeah, and paradox dissolves… what an illusion that was!
“The enlightened state is not, as is commonly supposed, the special state. The unenlightened state is the magical, mysterious, incomprehensible state. Awake is just awake. It’s not something more, it’s everything less. My state is natural and easy. I carry no baggage. I labor under no delusion. I don’t spend my lifeforce animating a fictional persona. All paradox lies with the unawakened state.”
~Jed McKenna's Notebook
A couple years ago, this statement by Jed would have left me rolling my eyes. I would not have understood it.
I would have said I understood it and given it a heart emoji on the Facebook, but I really wouldn’t have understood it.
Internally, the subject I would have stamped its foot and said - you have no idea what you are talking about. Magic and mystery are everywhere in realization.
Realized Lauren is a cartoon character.
Relative Reality or Mass Consciousness — or everything before realization — were a strange paper doll world in which there is no magic or mystery. It was flat earth.
At the time, my inner world seemed full of wonder and magic and mystery and the external world was flat and empty.
I thought relative reality was the the dry and barren desert I crossed. I thought it was the lack of passion I felt for living. Fucking mass consciousness.
Now, I know that dry and barren desert was actually me - not the world perceived outside myself.
It was a stripping away of all my humanly delusions about God & Creation (limits) - mainly that an external world and an inner one could be separate.
Here we go.
All the childhood toys of my humanity were taken away. The child sat in a sandbox alone - with no toys of distraction and unable to build a sandcastle - and cried.
Then the bottom dropped out of the sandbox (time and space), and she began to float in No-thing. No-thing is so empty, she wailed aloud. There is nothing out here.
She waited, and became patient - having run out of tears and having lost her human voice. Navigating the Void.
And that’s when she became God, and all four walls of the sandbox fell away — the walls between her humanity and the absolute-ness of the God and the walls between time and space, dissolved into no-thing as well.
ABSOLUTE REALITY.
#5 (Further): The Walls of the dark room come tumbling down, without turning on a light.
"The Magus fully comprehends with all facets of Self, there are no edges or walls to anything. Never have been, and never will be.
And not only do they accept it, the Magus thrives in it.”
Going beyond the illusion of space.
Absolute Reality is an awfully boring idea for the facets of humanity - there’s no drama, no conflict-resolution, no solution seeking to non-existent problems, or in my case, looking for a magical partner, who I will add doesn’t exist and would quite literally ruin my experience I am having right now - it would be stifling and draining and gross - I would be on the next flight out of town. Your God, also knows before you do - thank God;)
A year ago linear time, there was the direct experience of feeling the texture or the substance as Guillem called it or the honey as Tom called it in one our our conversations (posted on the website and labeled as such)….
What am I trying to say here….
The thing is I could feel the texture/ honey/ substance but I had not folded into it yet.
My humanity had not laid down in the tapestry of the texture of Absoluteness quite yet.
It was still using its human hands to run its finger tips across the edges.
Something to savor, not fix.
Now, it is as if my humanity laid down into this woven quilt of absoluteness (no longer no-thing) and is literally sewn into the quilt (mummified, dissolved, caught in the spider web of God and taken in permanently).
The girl is the sandbox is the last thing left to dissolve.
And….
What really took my breathe away in the daily Jed quote was:
I don’t spend my lifeforce animating a fictional persona.
Realized Lauren was still able to do this.
Sar’h cannot - unless it is in the divine blueprint and serves an expression of the I am God, also. It cannot be for the sake of story or reaction. This is an adjustment, for “my” experience.
Another way to say it…
Once the girl in the sandbox dissolves, gets sewn into the quilt, and mummified, it takes a great deal of “lifeforce” energy to resurrect her into a fictional persona.
It’s a heavy lift and the God, also doesn’t do heavy lifts.
It takes very little to zero energy to create.
What am I talking about…
Go to the Shuambra marketplace, go on your former spiritual or consciousness group page.
Watch people spitting out personality - observing without judgement which is actually not possible anymore.
The more they talk about consciousness, the more they are wasting their life-force energy on the humanity clinging for dear life.
Shaumbra Lauren. Newly realized Lauren.
It’s so easy to see in someone else. But for those of you in the privacy of your own homes, no public persona, how will you recognize it in yourself?
Here’s the deal, you will not.
The humanity is the one who is analyzing and wisdomizing things - when will I be realized, when will I embody, when will my free energy vessel be here. Why am I so bored. What is taking so long.
I truly could not see the depth of this cartoon character until the ultimate duality was transcended - as energy and consciousness became one.
That's actually when paradox dissolves. Not before. Not after. For paradox never existed in the ISNESS.
I had a glimpse of it in my awakening - again in realization - all little blips to get the humanity ready to handle the clarity and omnipresence and omni-awareness of being God (also).
There’s absolutely nothing to do. However, you can allow the mind to comprehend the infiniteness of your being-ness, savoring each step and saying “FURTHER!”
#4: Beyond varying perceptions lies the sensuality of the absolute. One has embodied their mastery when they no longer need a lens through with to view things.
“Undeniably, the master has long discarded the magnifying glass, about the time when she stopped asking Who am I and simply became the answer to it.”
So what happened on my drive?
I saw the sunrise over the mountains of Michoacán.
I finished an audiobook and had long conversations with my dog.
I ate fried chicken for lunch.
I pulled up to at a 50s style motel to rest for the night and about an hour later a surf friend pulled up into the parking space next to me at the hotel unexpectedly.
When you do need a person in your life, they suddenly appear on your BON screen!!!
... to be continued...
See you all tomorrow for Part 3.
“The enlightened state is not, as is commonly supposed, the special state. The unenlightened state is the magical, mysterious, incomprehensible state. Awake is just awake. It’s not something more, it’s everything less. My state is natural and easy. I carry no baggage. I labor under no delusion. I don’t spend my lifeforce animating a fictional persona. All paradox lies with the unawakened state.”
~Jed McKenna's Notebook
A couple years ago, this statement by Jed would have left me rolling my eyes. I would not have understood it.
I would have said I understood it and given it a heart emoji on the Facebook, but I really wouldn’t have understood it.
Internally, the subject I would have stamped its foot and said - you have no idea what you are talking about. Magic and mystery are everywhere in realization.
Realized Lauren is a cartoon character.
Relative Reality or Mass Consciousness — or everything before realization — were a strange paper doll world in which there is no magic or mystery. It was flat earth.
At the time, my inner world seemed full of wonder and magic and mystery and the external world was flat and empty.
I thought relative reality was the the dry and barren desert I crossed. I thought it was the lack of passion I felt for living. Fucking mass consciousness.
Now, I know that dry and barren desert was actually me - not the world perceived outside myself.
It was a stripping away of all my humanly delusions about God & Creation (limits) - mainly that an external world and an inner one could be separate.
Here we go.
All the childhood toys of my humanity were taken away. The child sat in a sandbox alone - with no toys of distraction and unable to build a sandcastle - and cried.
Then the bottom dropped out of the sandbox (time and space), and she began to float in No-thing. No-thing is so empty, she wailed aloud. There is nothing out here.
She waited, and became patient - having run out of tears and having lost her human voice. Navigating the Void.
And that’s when she became God, and all four walls of the sandbox fell away — the walls between her humanity and the absolute-ness of the God and the walls between time and space, dissolved into no-thing as well.
ABSOLUTE REALITY.
#5 (Further): The Walls of the dark room come tumbling down, without turning on a light.
"The Magus fully comprehends with all facets of Self, there are no edges or walls to anything. Never have been, and never will be.
And not only do they accept it, the Magus thrives in it.”
Going beyond the illusion of space.
Absolute Reality is an awfully boring idea for the facets of humanity - there’s no drama, no conflict-resolution, no solution seeking to non-existent problems, or in my case, looking for a magical partner, who I will add doesn’t exist and would quite literally ruin my experience I am having right now - it would be stifling and draining and gross - I would be on the next flight out of town. Your God, also knows before you do - thank God;)
A year ago linear time, there was the direct experience of feeling the texture or the substance as Guillem called it or the honey as Tom called it in one our our conversations (posted on the website and labeled as such)….
What am I trying to say here….
The thing is I could feel the texture/ honey/ substance but I had not folded into it yet.
My humanity had not laid down in the tapestry of the texture of Absoluteness quite yet.
It was still using its human hands to run its finger tips across the edges.
Something to savor, not fix.
Now, it is as if my humanity laid down into this woven quilt of absoluteness (no longer no-thing) and is literally sewn into the quilt (mummified, dissolved, caught in the spider web of God and taken in permanently).
The girl is the sandbox is the last thing left to dissolve.
And….
What really took my breathe away in the daily Jed quote was:
I don’t spend my lifeforce animating a fictional persona.
Realized Lauren was still able to do this.
Sar’h cannot - unless it is in the divine blueprint and serves an expression of the I am God, also. It cannot be for the sake of story or reaction. This is an adjustment, for “my” experience.
Another way to say it…
Once the girl in the sandbox dissolves, gets sewn into the quilt, and mummified, it takes a great deal of “lifeforce” energy to resurrect her into a fictional persona.
It’s a heavy lift and the God, also doesn’t do heavy lifts.
It takes very little to zero energy to create.
What am I talking about…
Go to the Shuambra marketplace, go on your former spiritual or consciousness group page.
Watch people spitting out personality - observing without judgement which is actually not possible anymore.
The more they talk about consciousness, the more they are wasting their life-force energy on the humanity clinging for dear life.
Shaumbra Lauren. Newly realized Lauren.
It’s so easy to see in someone else. But for those of you in the privacy of your own homes, no public persona, how will you recognize it in yourself?
Here’s the deal, you will not.
The humanity is the one who is analyzing and wisdomizing things - when will I be realized, when will I embody, when will my free energy vessel be here. Why am I so bored. What is taking so long.
I truly could not see the depth of this cartoon character until the ultimate duality was transcended - as energy and consciousness became one.
That's actually when paradox dissolves. Not before. Not after. For paradox never existed in the ISNESS.
I had a glimpse of it in my awakening - again in realization - all little blips to get the humanity ready to handle the clarity and omnipresence and omni-awareness of being God (also).
There’s absolutely nothing to do. However, you can allow the mind to comprehend the infiniteness of your being-ness, savoring each step and saying “FURTHER!”
#4: Beyond varying perceptions lies the sensuality of the absolute. One has embodied their mastery when they no longer need a lens through with to view things.
“Undeniably, the master has long discarded the magnifying glass, about the time when she stopped asking Who am I and simply became the answer to it.”
So what happened on my drive?
I saw the sunrise over the mountains of Michoacán.
I finished an audiobook and had long conversations with my dog.
I ate fried chicken for lunch.
I pulled up to at a 50s style motel to rest for the night and about an hour later a surf friend pulled up into the parking space next to me at the hotel unexpectedly.
When you do need a person in your life, they suddenly appear on your BON screen!!!
... to be continued...
See you all tomorrow for Part 3.
The Journey of the Subjectless Self through Mexico: Part 3
It’s little frustrating to write a story now. Please feel into the space between the words, if you will. I am sure I will find a new way to write but for now I am fumbling and bumbling to capture what I can without it being a story that doesn’t match my experience.
“Why am I writing this?” I yell at Koot Hoomi and more at myself. Wasn’t I going to take a week off.
I realize as KH stares at me I am writing it for myself first and again to prepare for his “Year of the Magus” series that begins in June. How can I bring forth a share about being Magus when I haven’t fully grasped what it is to be one.
So - always I am doing it for me - but perhaps you feel something in it for you too. A groundwork layer for June, taking the master to further.
Here we go.
I made it Las Palmas Inn - a 1950s style motel where you pull your car up to the room about 4 p.m. on day 2.
A few hours later, a surf buddy also driving back home to Wisconsin pulled up in the room next door. Not planned.
“Oh hi,” he said. “Fancy seeing you here.”
There were no coffee machines or makers in the room so I asked if he had one.
“Yes, I have a French press in the truck,” he said.
A beautiful steaming perfectly roasted cup of coffee was placed in my hand around 5:30 a.m. the next day.
We hit the road at 6 a.m. and figured we cross the border together around noon.
There have been several reports of cartel bandits pulling people over near the border on the Mexican side - mostly they want money and sometimes on occasion they want your car. Never your life.
This is not a normal daily thing - its anomaly. I will not add energy to Mexico stereotypes.
But that’s not how I go, so it’s not a worry. I go one day walking into the ocean, surfing a wave and never coming back out. For it has already occurred.
If you can remember carriage traffic in Europe in the 17th and 18th centuries, you will know this is not a new thing. Ha!
I opened to the idea of crossing the border with a partner or what we all call a “caravan” about a week before I left - however, Tim the guy who showed up was driving with another family and they simply were not an energetic match - not part of the BON screen, so I had chosen to go alone the previous day. Worry free. Always worry free.
It has become very clear to me what will go on my sovereign screen and what will not be able to stick there. This sounds mental and like discernment as I am writing it. It sounds like logic and preference, and I actually want to cry writing it because an unintegrated mind will pull and tug on it.
It is simply a feel flow - a sensation of the absolute as it molds and melds into my Earthly screen which is not separate from my absolute screen.
They are one (absolute and relative realities) AND rather than being flat and vertical like a movie screen - it feels horizontal and without a bottom - for I am not using my eyes to navigate but the sensuality sensors on my back (back 180 degrees) and my feet of awareness concreted in Absoluteness to navigate the new energy experience.
--
Being in time AND beyond it — something I traveled very deeply into on Day 1 of the drive --
The “in time” part is almost harder for the mind. For the in time part works in loops, circles - not in a past-present-future model.
So being beyond time, beyond now (easier actually to fathom for mind because there is no qualia) AND in time - that runs in a loop and often - for me at least - is experienced more as a reversal of what already is.
--
Okay back to the mundane story, Tim had ditched his friends, and now it all fit perfectly on my screen of what already happened. Nice.
Then I see why this fit so nicely in….
About an hour into the journey my truck will not accelerate past 2 RPMs or about 50 miles per hour. I learn this trying to pass a semi truck and I can’t make it around.
Well, shoot!
We pull over to the side of the road and Tim says, “Don’t push the car. Just go as fast as it will go, and I’ll follow behind you.” Saint.
And he did, blocking me from anything that might be dangerous in his eyes and we do that for 10 hours, crossing the border a little later than expected.
I pull into the slow lane and go timeliness. I can relax with Tim behind me, going where I already went. Thanks, friend - energy serving me and me doing the same, rather it appears so or not.
—-
It’s really that simple. And this is going to sound trite when its a deep moving sea instead:
If it will enhance your earthly experience, someone will show up and then they will vanish beyond your sovereign movie screen as soon as you make a turn in the void (or third circle of creation) again.
Some stay longer, like the lovely house staff in our Mexico home. The day before I left, the man who works at the house was scrubbing my truck and vacuuming the inside out to perfection.
“For your trip home,” he said smiling grande and in Spanish. He didn’t just clean my car - he showed me how much he cared for this house, the job and how much he respected me. A tear of appreciation dropped from my eye.
It reminds me of the Tibetan man St. Germain had in his last lifetime who traveled with him, prepared his meals and so on.
—-
Now that I had my set up in place, I began to journey in the absolute.
I saw myself - Sar’h (Embodied Spirit) - looking though the kitchen window of the Texas beach cottage. She is looking at a bird through her binoculars that sit on the window sill when not in use.
She sees the version of herself in the truck. The date is April 14, 2021 for her. The sun is shining as it rises - a pink and purple sunrise.
And all his house projects and chores in America are done and she is enjoying relaxing in Texas Spring.
*This is not to comfort me as I drive or do anything. I am just watching with no lens of perception. The mind will find this very hard to do. It is NOT as if there are things there is a reason or cause-effect meaning to everything or anything - no cause - no effect - thanks God.*
The freeway turns back into a winding mountain road and I use the downhills and the winds to operate my truck more like a sailboat than a car.
Holding steady speed when the wind is against the sails, and gaining speed when the winds turn and catch the sails and the current flows in your creative favor.
I am again Sar’h sailing from Alexandria to France in 34 AD - the boat moved by an unearthly force.
I feel my body and I turn into a skeleton in the darkness. I feel my jaw bone with no flesh, no muscle, no skin. I realize this might be scary for some people if they do not yet know.
Here I am crossing the border with all the panic and fear placed on it, feeling dead. I laugh out loud. I am already dead. I have also been alive since the material world manifested.
I sit as the skeleton and dance in the fears and worries of the world. I use my arms to play with relative reality like I am in a virtual world experience - oh wait, I already am in a virtual reality experience! Meta-relative reality...
Simultaneously, it flows into nothing. I realize the only parts of the road that actually exist are the ones moving through the underneath of my truck. Where the rubber meets the road. I laugh like a child with delight at the sensation. One of my favorites. I like to play as if it were new each time.
I see so clearly as I play, the people who get into accidents or get robbed are in that lifetime.
When you take the right and wrong and good and bad out of it, their soul uses experiences like that to gain wisdom - they see the chance at creating an experience and take it - just like we did in our other lifetimes, who are still out there or in here going through their dramas, until they come home and yet the energetic imprint still remains in time and in its loop.
Imperative #4: The Magus no longer needs to create experience to gain wisdom. Instead, they tap into their inimitable creative intelligence.
This is a sensation that does not have an end for me. I go deeper and deeper into it each moment and - it’s a Morya share - I see how he left me in this single sentence every single thing I needed to know.
ASG called it “wisdom is instantaneous” which is how it first came out. But for me wisdom is simply energy and while useful - even the need for wisdom is wisdomized as it folds into the New Energy experience.
Further #4: Beyond varying perceptions lies the sensuality of the Absolute. One has embodied mastery when they no longer need a lens through which to view things. A master neither agrees or disagrees. She does not need varying perceptions to accept herself. Everything simply AS she is.
We get in line at the border, Tim gets out of his truck and hugs me. See you next surf season. He is headed home to pour concrete.
The border agent pets my dog and waves me through. I speak in Spanish and he answers in English. I am so in Texas. I creep home and pull my limping truck into the driveway.
I give Toby a pat on the hood and say “Thank you” and I tell him he’ll go to the truck hospital on Monday.
I take a walk in my neighborhood and watch a pod of dolphins feeding. They seem to be waving their fins at me: “Welcome back Sar’h of the Sea!!!”
“Why am I writing this?” I yell at Koot Hoomi and more at myself. Wasn’t I going to take a week off.
I realize as KH stares at me I am writing it for myself first and again to prepare for his “Year of the Magus” series that begins in June. How can I bring forth a share about being Magus when I haven’t fully grasped what it is to be one.
So - always I am doing it for me - but perhaps you feel something in it for you too. A groundwork layer for June, taking the master to further.
Here we go.
I made it Las Palmas Inn - a 1950s style motel where you pull your car up to the room about 4 p.m. on day 2.
A few hours later, a surf buddy also driving back home to Wisconsin pulled up in the room next door. Not planned.
“Oh hi,” he said. “Fancy seeing you here.”
There were no coffee machines or makers in the room so I asked if he had one.
“Yes, I have a French press in the truck,” he said.
A beautiful steaming perfectly roasted cup of coffee was placed in my hand around 5:30 a.m. the next day.
We hit the road at 6 a.m. and figured we cross the border together around noon.
There have been several reports of cartel bandits pulling people over near the border on the Mexican side - mostly they want money and sometimes on occasion they want your car. Never your life.
This is not a normal daily thing - its anomaly. I will not add energy to Mexico stereotypes.
But that’s not how I go, so it’s not a worry. I go one day walking into the ocean, surfing a wave and never coming back out. For it has already occurred.
If you can remember carriage traffic in Europe in the 17th and 18th centuries, you will know this is not a new thing. Ha!
I opened to the idea of crossing the border with a partner or what we all call a “caravan” about a week before I left - however, Tim the guy who showed up was driving with another family and they simply were not an energetic match - not part of the BON screen, so I had chosen to go alone the previous day. Worry free. Always worry free.
It has become very clear to me what will go on my sovereign screen and what will not be able to stick there. This sounds mental and like discernment as I am writing it. It sounds like logic and preference, and I actually want to cry writing it because an unintegrated mind will pull and tug on it.
It is simply a feel flow - a sensation of the absolute as it molds and melds into my Earthly screen which is not separate from my absolute screen.
They are one (absolute and relative realities) AND rather than being flat and vertical like a movie screen - it feels horizontal and without a bottom - for I am not using my eyes to navigate but the sensuality sensors on my back (back 180 degrees) and my feet of awareness concreted in Absoluteness to navigate the new energy experience.
--
Being in time AND beyond it — something I traveled very deeply into on Day 1 of the drive --
The “in time” part is almost harder for the mind. For the in time part works in loops, circles - not in a past-present-future model.
So being beyond time, beyond now (easier actually to fathom for mind because there is no qualia) AND in time - that runs in a loop and often - for me at least - is experienced more as a reversal of what already is.
--
Okay back to the mundane story, Tim had ditched his friends, and now it all fit perfectly on my screen of what already happened. Nice.
Then I see why this fit so nicely in….
About an hour into the journey my truck will not accelerate past 2 RPMs or about 50 miles per hour. I learn this trying to pass a semi truck and I can’t make it around.
Well, shoot!
We pull over to the side of the road and Tim says, “Don’t push the car. Just go as fast as it will go, and I’ll follow behind you.” Saint.
And he did, blocking me from anything that might be dangerous in his eyes and we do that for 10 hours, crossing the border a little later than expected.
I pull into the slow lane and go timeliness. I can relax with Tim behind me, going where I already went. Thanks, friend - energy serving me and me doing the same, rather it appears so or not.
—-
It’s really that simple. And this is going to sound trite when its a deep moving sea instead:
If it will enhance your earthly experience, someone will show up and then they will vanish beyond your sovereign movie screen as soon as you make a turn in the void (or third circle of creation) again.
Some stay longer, like the lovely house staff in our Mexico home. The day before I left, the man who works at the house was scrubbing my truck and vacuuming the inside out to perfection.
“For your trip home,” he said smiling grande and in Spanish. He didn’t just clean my car - he showed me how much he cared for this house, the job and how much he respected me. A tear of appreciation dropped from my eye.
It reminds me of the Tibetan man St. Germain had in his last lifetime who traveled with him, prepared his meals and so on.
—-
Now that I had my set up in place, I began to journey in the absolute.
I saw myself - Sar’h (Embodied Spirit) - looking though the kitchen window of the Texas beach cottage. She is looking at a bird through her binoculars that sit on the window sill when not in use.
She sees the version of herself in the truck. The date is April 14, 2021 for her. The sun is shining as it rises - a pink and purple sunrise.
And all his house projects and chores in America are done and she is enjoying relaxing in Texas Spring.
*This is not to comfort me as I drive or do anything. I am just watching with no lens of perception. The mind will find this very hard to do. It is NOT as if there are things there is a reason or cause-effect meaning to everything or anything - no cause - no effect - thanks God.*
The freeway turns back into a winding mountain road and I use the downhills and the winds to operate my truck more like a sailboat than a car.
Holding steady speed when the wind is against the sails, and gaining speed when the winds turn and catch the sails and the current flows in your creative favor.
I am again Sar’h sailing from Alexandria to France in 34 AD - the boat moved by an unearthly force.
I feel my body and I turn into a skeleton in the darkness. I feel my jaw bone with no flesh, no muscle, no skin. I realize this might be scary for some people if they do not yet know.
Here I am crossing the border with all the panic and fear placed on it, feeling dead. I laugh out loud. I am already dead. I have also been alive since the material world manifested.
I sit as the skeleton and dance in the fears and worries of the world. I use my arms to play with relative reality like I am in a virtual world experience - oh wait, I already am in a virtual reality experience! Meta-relative reality...
Simultaneously, it flows into nothing. I realize the only parts of the road that actually exist are the ones moving through the underneath of my truck. Where the rubber meets the road. I laugh like a child with delight at the sensation. One of my favorites. I like to play as if it were new each time.
I see so clearly as I play, the people who get into accidents or get robbed are in that lifetime.
When you take the right and wrong and good and bad out of it, their soul uses experiences like that to gain wisdom - they see the chance at creating an experience and take it - just like we did in our other lifetimes, who are still out there or in here going through their dramas, until they come home and yet the energetic imprint still remains in time and in its loop.
Imperative #4: The Magus no longer needs to create experience to gain wisdom. Instead, they tap into their inimitable creative intelligence.
This is a sensation that does not have an end for me. I go deeper and deeper into it each moment and - it’s a Morya share - I see how he left me in this single sentence every single thing I needed to know.
ASG called it “wisdom is instantaneous” which is how it first came out. But for me wisdom is simply energy and while useful - even the need for wisdom is wisdomized as it folds into the New Energy experience.
Further #4: Beyond varying perceptions lies the sensuality of the Absolute. One has embodied mastery when they no longer need a lens through which to view things. A master neither agrees or disagrees. She does not need varying perceptions to accept herself. Everything simply AS she is.
We get in line at the border, Tim gets out of his truck and hugs me. See you next surf season. He is headed home to pour concrete.
The border agent pets my dog and waves me through. I speak in Spanish and he answers in English. I am so in Texas. I creep home and pull my limping truck into the driveway.
I give Toby a pat on the hood and say “Thank you” and I tell him he’ll go to the truck hospital on Monday.
I take a walk in my neighborhood and watch a pod of dolphins feeding. They seem to be waving their fins at me: “Welcome back Sar’h of the Sea!!!”