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Returning to Realization From Beyond Time and Space, to allow the Ultimate to duality to Merge, Energy & Consciousness Become ONE
And then SHE created the fourth day…
As I sat down to write this on March 4, 2021, I had the sensation that this is likely the most important thing I’ve written to date.
Deep realizations (or confessions) of someone who stalled, and an ode to those who are allowing their realization and embodiment to occur at once! (many of YOU!)
I’m not sure how much sense this will make. Let me know, okay?
In the months since consciousness and energy having been coming together, I have been leaning deep into limitations – false positives I had manifested for Lauren in her realization.
Survival techniques for a realized soul to stay on Earth. Ugly hard duality tactics. Sneaky fuckers you cannot see until they breathe fire into your face.
The subject less Eye is allowing the realization belief boulders to crumble as she integrates her crumbling walls into Sar’h.
Sar’h is not a passive act, compassion is getting in the nitty gritty as your short wall becomes obsolete as fuck.
If there’s only one energy and it’s all yours, why would you need to peer over a short fucking wall. Hammer it into oblivion.
My consciousness finally got some balls – when the humanity grew a pair.
Sar’h, energy and consciousness one, is a full-on participant now. Not in a cartoon version of Self anymore.
She literally becomes the boulder collapsing as the observer and the actor as ONE.
She is in every brick for the bricks are made of her energy resolving itself in response to her consciousness.
Let’s allow this shit! No more walls needed.
My biological bricks are literally collapsing like the demolished structure behind my physical and figurative house in Mexico.
Sar’h – what I thought was another persona or cartoon character, who is still in some ways but not in others – is equally funny to my humanity and sacred in her first actual experience on Earth in total.
As I paddled out into the lineup up the other day, a beautiful Mexican woman paddled up to me. We spoke in Spanish and then she switched to English.
“Sarah, the energy out here has been brutal.”
I nodded because it had been. Super aggressive lineup.
“But I know I am only responsible for my own energy and experience.”
I nodded again because that’s the case.
Then she said, “wait. Your name is Lauren not Sarah. Lo siento. (I am sorry)”
“Oh no,” I responded. “I am Sarah.”
Confused. She laughed and paddled off.
It happens a lot – people who know me as Lauren call me Sarah. It began in 2016, when Sar’h first arrived.
The unruly aspect I was told to integrate by the original Crimson Circle breathing lady with dyed red hair whose name I have forgotten now. If someone is not in my energy or consciousness, I find they disappear rather quickly from the imprints which have replaced human memories.
Swipe left is my energy on autopilot directed by my consciousness.
Your consciousness is not an aspect to integrate – but your realization is!
But how would someone know that if they had not been there.
The important part.
I keep finding myself back in the cabin in October, November 2017 – when I went beyond the soul and the door opened to God.
And it took three long torturous days to realize I was in fact God. That I was THAT big scary empty space that was unrelenting source, with ZERO human characteristics. What a relief!
Day One: There is a big scary black hole and I am terrified (shits pants).
Day Two: Holy shit! That’s source, that is God. There is something beyond my soul. There is an actual God external. (eats a humble pie)
Day Three: I am That (deep humility) … I am God. (stunned and stalled)
This is the point I had to go back to. I visited it many times in the last three years. Each time I feel there is something I need to do in the cabin. But I can’t figure out what I missed.
I do not go back there in memory. No that doesn’t work. I have to go back there through AND, through Ahkun. Through multiplicity of location of I am Here(s) – plural.
Once I come to understand how to go back there, I go back often.
I use Ahkhun to go back each time. What did I not get???
Months of this. Dreams. Flashing images. Tears of humility. Not ego humility, a bowing to my own grandness over and over again and not disrespecting it with the realization belief boulders and survival mechanisms.
I go back and finally I create day four. I know what to do now. The circular motion without movement. I re-write my realization story.
Here it goes:
And on the fourth day, after accepting that I was that black hole of Source, I walk through the door. And energy and consciousness combine as one.
I sit with it. Instead of knowing I am God, also. I go ahead and just become God, also.
On day five, in my history re-written, I walk out that cabin door as Sar’h.
On day six, I drive back to Colorado and silently pack my things.
I head straight to Mexico and I skip all the junk in between – California, getting pushed off a barstool in Bled by a CC leader, I skip the break up with my partner that I drug out for a year after realization for some garbage version of security and survival.
None of that was needed, so it gets re-written and all the belief boulders of realization come tumbling down because they were never created. History or HerStory, rather, re-written.
In this version, I never stalled. I never had a gap between my realization and my embodiment.
On day seven, I am here with you. The conscious part of my new tale is that I am able to tell you that it is possible to allow realization and embodiment at once.
Stay in it. Don’t stall or paralyze.
Go directly to day 4 and walk through the fucking door. There’s nothing heavier than a belief brick that came from a realized being who didn’t just go ahead and walk on in to the black hole right then and there.
Those who waited on their realization – to allow it simultaneously with embodiment – you all are my heroes. My She-roes.
You are opening doors and blasting the glass ceiling on God, in ways I never could.
Without your example, this story would not have re-written itself. I am totally serious when I say this. I was able to access this through what your own consciousness has shown me.
Hierarchy is a big fat illusion. And that short wall is holding us all individually back from bridging the divine between energy and consciousness.
Without your example, I’d be back in California trying to be a human, holding onto a relationship that was way past its appropriate time, and allowing un-integrated shuambra to shatter my knowingness into doubt.
Now, as I return to the cabin. And I experience days four through seven – all of that history goes into the garbage bin.
My consciousness swiped left and it took all the walls of duality with it.
It is day seven and I am HERE. With you. Under a beautiful tree.
Lauren Hutton (Sarah) writes adventure novels and short stories about the self-realization experience and beyond. She fancies herself a humanizing divinity journalist and shares her work here with the Magus Kuthumi.