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Summer of Softness Series: Video Two

6/14/2022

Article on Crossing the Dry Desert, A Personal 40 Days & 40 Nights

About seven months into my self-realization experience, I wrote this. I feel like it captures the feeling many can relate to. Unedited.

I realize now. I was refusing to go back into the cosmic delusion we spoke of on the video. Things got really good - not by getting back on the merry go round - but by staying off of it. As Jesus did.

How do you live on a hungry planet when you have no appetite?
- Published July 2018 -

Perhaps it's the stifling heat that's causing me to die - again. It's a heat that cannot even be diffused with air conditioning because it doesn't seem to exist anywhere.

Definitely, not in my California home. The heat even followed me to Wales and England, known for rain and fog and dampness. Still, no air condintioning. The grass burned up beneath my feet as I traversed it's jagged coast.

Each place I stepped my foot, the grass went from salvageable yellow to dead as a doornail brown. My thirst is unquenchable. No amount of water will solve the dryness in my throat. My body aches for water like the trees. I reach up toward the sky like a flower only to burn to ash in the sun's rays.

The scorching, record-breaking heat poured over my twenty-five day trip to return to Avalon and the shores of Wales where I washed up after the fall of Atlantis eons ago. Funny, I have not forgotten after all these long millennia, yet I can hardly remember my own name these days, let alone type this.

The melancholy of the Robert Earl Keen song played in my head, "It's been a long hot summer - and not a drop of rain."

In the heat, it takes all I can just to move my fingers along the key board. I have the fans going. The windows and doors are open. I seek a breeze that does not come.

I think about my dissatisfaction with everything. The seeking human loves a problem to solve. But what happens when you have no problems. Money - plenty there. A partner - yep, he awesome. Health - yep, I'm strikingly healthy despite my deeds.

I really see why people in their realization experience are getting jobs to fill their days. Makes them go by quicker. I don't have to forage for food. I don't have to seek a partner or a friend. I don't have to keep my body in check. There's nothing to do anymore. No solutions needed. Everything is perfect and it's stifling.

As a result, my days are so long. Each minute feels like another year on this Earth. This Earth that doesn't need me for anything. In fact, no one needs me for anything. I created it that way. Total freedom just to be. That was the magic experience I sought, no?

For the last few years, I have been writing about the magic of being. How glorious it is to do nothing. But now that I have the freedom to do nothing. Now that the desire for human experience was extinguished, my desire to pep talk others into enjoying life. I feel everything is done on this planet.

Gaia is leaving. OK. We are supposed to be creating a new earth with our realized friends.

Two years ago this summer, I was told by a master people call Adamus (ML3) to release nature, to release biology. I did not take action but agreed to allow this to take place. And so it has, I am free now from biology and nature.

Sounds so lovely. But the trees and the foot paths across Earth filled me up on days when I felt I couldn't go on. Trying to solve human problems like paying bills, repairing my image on a daily basis, writing uplifting things, sharing my stories; they all took so much time the days passed so quickly.

But I don't have that deep desire to share anymore. I cannot care what people think. There's no need to explain anything.

The words are like the heat; they drain the last drop of moisture from my body.

Paddling out for a surf, the ocean waters say hey, I filled you up for lifetimes. Now you are on your own.

Mother Earth says I got this from here. I don't need you and you don't need me, anymore. This is the sovereignty you desired. Really?

I breathe a lot. Deep conscious breaths. Over and over in time that stretches painfully out like a roll of dough. Yet I have no desire to make bread. I'm not hungry anymore.

I see others creating or building (who cares the difference anymore) things in their lives. Record numbers of realization lifetime beings getting jobs, getting married, enjoying food and wine, enjoying sex, buying houses, moving, traveling. More. More. More. Good for them (genuine notion). Yet, I know none of that is going to fill me up anymore.

What do you do when it's all here?

I've had months in realization. My self-love is unflappable. My bank account is brimming. My partner is perfection for me. My dog is loving and healthy. I am told I am creating something beyond love. I am creating a new earth, but it's not appealing. Right now at least.

I'm not hungry, and that's an odd sensation having been insatiable all my lives.

If I did want anything, it would be a cool breeze, a dark rain cloud to come over my house and let loose.
I want to not sweat for a whole day.

Besides nature being gone as a source of inspiration within me, travel has died a slow death as well. While on my trip to Avalon, which lacked magic in a way I could not fathom, I wrote these notes - and even more died away in the two weeks passed:

Traveling in a space of realization is quite a trip. You aren’t looking for answers. You do not seek resolution or for some magic moment to delight your human...at least not outside of nature...and even that magic is starting to wear off (now it has completely).

Yet, in the midst of chaos, there is always a tree motioning me over to rest my back on its centuries old trunk. Brief relief from the flat earth world mentality. (Now there is not even that!)

As a realized traveler, a walker, a pilgrim with no end destination, you know you’re not going to fully resonate with anything. Nothing is going to match your insides, your guts, your swirls of ever multiplying consciousness.

Walking through Glastonbury today, the pious priests and those desperate for their redemption mingled with new age drunks with dark tans, no t-shirts, and harem pants that would stand up on their own.

Naked babies grasping onto their mother’s dreadlocks, wondering why they did not choose the boring yet stable parent, passed by staring at me through the window pane, asking:

“Is this it? Is this what Earth became?”

Every sign lining the streets promises salvation. Through Jesus, flagellation, tarot card readings, workshops of every variety, hemp — or an organic iced coffee.

St. John the Baptist sits at the bar with Mary Magdalene and they have a good laugh at people looking for King Arthur’s grave site.

“It’s here.”

“No. It’s here,” points another.

The smell of burnt hope swirling up from the alter boys swinging incense urns mixes with the hippie body odor distinctly new age in nature.

A man or woman - let’s say a person- dressed as Carmen Miranda shakes its narrow hips balancing the plastic, made in China fruit basket on its head, grating behind the priest who holds stoic.

The monk who wears his costume from lives past and waits for people to notice his importance as they pass by. They never do.

Then the message makes sense. Anyone who is a pioneer of consciousness will be invisible to those who are still playing in the systems dressed up in circus tents. There's the religion tent. The new age tent. The marijuana tent. The organic gluten free tent. And on...

“Step right on up, folks. This is the most conscious show on Earth," each ringmaster boasts to the passersby.

I know they cannot even see me. I move through the crowd untouched and unseen. This show is a rerun.

As my internal wisdom comes to the surface with each inhale, I exhale the words.

"You are not jaded; you are conscious. "

AND I'M LEFT WONDERING: HOW DO YOU LIVE ON A HUNGRY PLANET, WHEN YOU HAVE NO APPETITE?

I know some thread of Self will rise to the occasion - to replace nature, to replace my severed devotion to Earth, and the sensuality I found in consumption (food, shopping, energy feeding, exercise....an on....)

But until then, I'm going to the store to buy an air conditioning unit. Maybe I just hangry for cool air. At least, my sense of humor remains in tact:

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Announcements from sarah + Kuthumi

6/8/2022

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Dearest friends and fellow luminous beings:

Kuthumi and I are actively allowing radical shifts and changes to occur in our offerings and are so excited for what's to come.

First of all, we are no longer accepting new patrons in the Sovereign Collective.
Those who are in the Sovereign Collective on our Patreon platform will receive the end of the Era of the Magus Series
and special collective calls and videos with direct routes to full embodiment through December 31, 2022.
We will close the patreon space at the end of the year. All of the videos posted in that space will also be on the website store.

Kuthumi and I are not going anywhere. Our contract together - happily on both ends - runs through linear year 2025.
We will have new content and programs specifically designed for those who have experienced realization -
and who are passionate about exploring what lies beyond.
Practical and direct applications for what holding a physical form looks like years into realization will remain our focus.

We begin that shift with the new offering: The End of Suffering & Samadhi which will be release later this month.

Our 2023 offerings include but are not limited to:

Quarterly live events in person. These will focus on the topics Accessing Deeper Layers of Nature and Tapping into Your Divine Blueprint (in full embodiment).
The January Event in Mexico is sold out. We currently have four spaces left on Mustang Island, Texas in March. If you are interested in hosting (helping with the logistics) one where you live, let us know. We'd really like to host something in Europe in the summer 2023 to escape the heat.
We will also have small group call experiences in which we meet with the same 8 people at the same time month-to-month -to ensure deeper connections and an energetically mature environment free from human personality dynamics, which is hard to manage with too many people. It's always been about quality of connection, not quantity. There will be several monthly times offered beginning in January and running throughout the year.
Many more cloud classes - that go beyond The Light Body Sessions - our most comprehensive course offered to date.

Change in Email Policy:

Email support is provided to those in the designated tiers on patreon through the end of the year.
We no longer have the capacity to read story emails that flood our inbox.

We know your experiences and shares are important and you are worthy of being heard.
However, we cannot keep up with our work and still respond to them with no exchange.
There is not an exception for friends for you are all our friends.

Feedback to help us improve our offerings is of course welcome.
And if you have any technical difficulties, please email us so we can address it quickly.

If you have something you'd like to talk to with us about, please instead book one of the following one-on-one sessions or join us on one of our small group calls:
- Truth Session (45 minutes)
-Making Light Sessions (90 minutes)

Thank you for all who are and have participated in our Patreon expressions over the last five years.
We will close it out with a bang, with the best and the brightest no doubt.

Even thank you to those who bounced in and out, who backed out of commitments.
Even those who stole information and time and my sleep.
Even those who had full on meltdowns from the fictional human persona space.
We seriously learned more from you than likely anyone else.
It's through all that experience that we are truly able to understand humanity in its full grand imperfections.

We go. We went.
We are Love with You.

Forever --
Sarah & Kuthumi

Don't forget to check out the FREE series: Summer of Softness ~ posted in the ARTICLES section of the website.

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Summer of Softness - AhhHH - Who is walking eASy on the earth?

6/8/2022

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Hello, friends:

I haven't forgotten the summer of softness -- or watery winter if you're in Australia -- series.

I have simply been leaning deeply and fully into my own sharp edges, actively allowing to meld into a malleable fluidity.

I also took a break to record what I consider a ground-breaking passageway into actively allowing the nervous system to catch up with being a luminous being - all the time, without having to dim and amp up the light all the time.

I have radically changed my approach to being Life -- both personally and professionally -- in the last week alone, spending hours of silence was feeling into what it means to walk easy on the Earth and pulled up a few archived articles to bring them to attention once again.

I'll start with this gem.

Who is the one really walking on the Earth?

How can we get were we are going if we do not know WHO is walking on this Earth?

If we do not know who we are beyond the human personality characteristics.

For this question. I pulled up one of the most read articles to date -- The Case of the Mistaken I.

Deceptively simple, exploring the ever-changing and ever-dissolving boundaries of identity is not a one time thing, which ends with a self-realization experience.

In fact, self-realization is simply the beginning of this textured, multi-faceted experience, which actually creates that graceful sensual life you 'believed' was just on the other side of realization - until you knew better.

So here it is again with a few updates:

The Case of the Mistaken "I"

May this bring you softness, should you seek it.

We have been human for so long that we might have forgotten – on various occasions – that the human parts and pieces of ourselves were designed to allow us to experience on our own consciousness in a physical form.

Not to become the definers of our experiences here on Earth, but allowing us to experience our own consciousness instead. A vehicle for wisdom, rather than the driver.

The human as the observer - the witness of Consciousness - rather than the other way around as it has been for lifetimes.

It’s easy to forget when the bills pile up – when our bodies ache and cry out for attention – when a love interest fails to give us what we need – that the perceived “I” experiencing the pain, fear or rejection – well, this is the flashing reminder:

“This is not us. This is not You.”

When I look back upon the move screen of my human life, through the Atlantean mind memory and now from the I AM consciousness (both in linear time and space and beyond it), I can see how I used the word “I”.

I am in pain.

I am hurt.

I am struggling to thrive in life.

I need help.

I am choosing realization, even.

But it’s not really the true I who is in these experiences.

Now, I can look back upon various points in time and space and see so clearly human suffering was and is an illusion.

For example, walking away from a partner – and there were a few – and the pain that comes from this experience.  Wrapped up in the drama of it, I found myself saying, “I am so sad; I am so hurt.”

But in going back to view the experience, I see so clearly the I AM THAT – my true or actual self – was not in any pain or suffering or sadness. This human actor on stage was not actually who I was or am. It was an illusion.

It was only that tiny piece of me – that loves to assert its dominance in the experience who was actually having those feelings of hurt, rejection, fear or pain. It feels so separate from Me.

And I can bring in the stage actor who is crying into the fold of the I AM and know I was never really that sad, but what a movie that was. The acting was so good, I actually forgot is wasn’t real.

I realized it was real until it was not. It was real until the illusion became so very clear through the single eye of awareness.

Further, I can see when others are in suffering this use of the term “I” – especially when the mind has got the best of them. The membrane (memory brain – a creation of Atlantis) covering, blurring the actuality of what has occurred.

In Eastern wisdom that would be referred to as the veil of maya, or duality, that is keeping us from seeing the story-less story. The one where there was no suffering - and even more so - no singular perceived outcome as we are now exploring in our advanced materials.

Again, an Atlantean creation, made by you and me and the others who are now saying no more…

Let’s not just lift the veil, let’s burn it so it can never be put back on by anyone else.

It’s not done for penance or atonement; it’s a step taken in self-love and radical compassion for Self, and those who will come after us to have the Earthly experience, perhaps for the very first time – in the age of the machines, no less.

I am going mad, a person might say to me.

But truly, it is not actually them going insane.

The brain has simply gone off its rocker because it knows its reign - its rule - has come to an end.

It falls into the illusion that it is dying, so it claws its way to the surface, grasping for breath, but it is not You.

Beyond the “I am going crazy” experience, I see so clearly their I AM sits calmly humming its hum-less tune waiting for the veils to lift so they too can see the human experience-er is really there to experiencing their own consciousness.

Not to be the leader in experience – the driver – the actor – but the vehicle for energy and consciousness to meet and merge as one – the New Energy.

It’s time to stop the perception of the human experience separated – a view created by the veil, or the membrane (memory brain) – to weave into the fabric of our being.

And in doing so, we realize death was but an illusion, but it felt so real when the human separate took its last breath before surrendering to the I AM consciousness, or simply knowing it was never not part of the whole, the Self.

To remember, while we might have lost the perceived independence of the human persona – also called human free will –  we will never lose our humanity.

It will live on as a golden thread in the multi-colored, multi-verse of our I AM consciousness. We do not reject Earth, or nature, when allowing our humanity to weave into the fabric of our being-ness, we honor it at the most expanded level.

To weave this all together, something I have been feeling lately as magnificent beings come into their awareness, is the case of the mistaken I.

As thought from the memory brain, Atlantean mind – rather than as I AM consciousness – takes hold or grasps the steering wheel, it is easy to forget and think this suffering/ pain/ drama is actually the “I” we speak of – this human thought or stage experiencer.

But that’s not the I. It’s just a part or piece of yourself forgetting the big picture.

Also, when you are looking at how Your Energy responds to Your Consciousness, please do not forget under the haze of the veil’s amnesia – that consciousness does not respond to thought, it responds to the consciousness of the I AM.

The human part of you, the Atlantean mind part of you, may be thinking a so-called negative thought or wishing for a solution to a perceived problem, and either nothing happens or something perceived as bad happens.

That is not a reflection of your consciousness.

Your bank account, your relationships, and your health are not a direct reflection of “how much” consciousness you contain.

Consciousness cannot be measured. Being messy on the surface does not mean you are not a master. It means you are allowing your relationship with Your energy shift with the changing tides of consciousness.

Energy which flows from within – not from your Atlantean designed body – but within greater You and responds to your inimitable consciousness.

That’s not human story uniqueness – your human stories are not that unique because there’s not a whole lot of material to choose from in the local linear – but from the cannot be replicated consciousness that is the I AM THAT – Spirit Individualized. Actual uniqueness.

Energy flow bypasses the brain, the thought and the mistaken identity of I, the human who is in its last rebellion to be in charge, rather than the experiencer and the observer of the transfiguration of the I AM SELF.

There’s nothing left to do here but relax, dear human. This play is over and now we are stepping into New Life on New Earth, and we won’t have to slog through this illusion of suffering ever again – you only have to Let Go, and Let God – Spirit Individualized hum its hum-less tune.

Then we can write new stories - ones that will blow your socks off - if you let go.

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This article was written in 2019 - the same year that El Morya and I recorded "The Art of Allowing"

This cloud course is all about letting go of the false I - allowing identity to crumble.

If you think you have already done this, feel into it again.

Morya calls this identity seeking and finding realization the Spiritual Facade, which we must actively allowing to integrate.

Even the "Realization last lifetime persona" is going to have to integrate into the all that is.

When it happens, you will know because it's just so.... freeing...incredible... and unfathomable how much the lie was hidden within the identity....like wow, I went so deep into that "realization" persona, I thought it was really me....

More support for this experience can be found in our core course below.

ART OF ALLOWING

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Summer of Softness Series: Video Two

Article on Crossing the Dry Desert, A Personal 40 Days & 40 Nights

How do you live on a hungry planet when you have no appetite?
- Published July 2018 -

Announcements from sarah + Kuthumi

Summer of Softness - AhhHH - Who is walking eASy on the earth?

Who is the one really walking on the Earth?

The Case of the Mistaken "I"

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Summer of Softness Series: Video Two

Article on Crossing the Dry Desert, A Personal 40 Days & 40 Nights

How do you live on a hungry planet when you have no appetite? ​- Published July 2018 -

Announcements from sarah + Kuthumi

Summer of Softness - AhhHH - Who is walking eASy on the earth?

Who is the one really walking on the Earth?

The Case of the Mistaken "I"

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How do you live on a hungry planet when you have no appetite?
- Published July 2018 -