 Dear friends and readers, What a wild ride I went on this last week. My experiences leading to the state of being I enjoy today - grounded firmly - allowing my next book in the Becoming Sar'h series to come out in written form. The manuscript is now off to the publishing team, and it will be available in many formats, including and beyond Amazon, in the next several months (April/ May release). Below I shared a bit from the book's introduction. For those who read Book One, I also went back to update an expand upon those awakening experiences before diving into Book Two. In this next volume, I focus solely on the experience of realization while staying in physical form and also include Sar'h's story from both the times of the ancient civilization, Atlantis, and walking the Earth, around the time of Yeshua and Mary Magdalene incarnations. If you have not yet read Book One, you might hold out on that until the updated version comes out in the singular text that is: Becoming Sar'h: A Modern Story of Self-Realization. While I wrote this book for me, first, and I found it to be so fun, I hope perhaps a handful of people will enjoy it as well. Regardless, equally as fun as writing it, turning it in and getting back into the human world was also a real joy - for is there anything better to be than simply living fully and freely! Thank you to all of you for your continued support of this project and my writing. With love, Lauren Hutton WHY I WROTE THIS BOOK? "Even though I was not born to become the wise man on the mountain top or into a preordained spiritual family or any kind of special sacred life, I knew from a young age realization was mine to claim in this life. Even if I was a chubby kid, growing up in suburban Houston, I knew from around the age four this life was going to be it. In growing up with this knowing of what was to come, I also knew I held deep desire to share my story. Not at all grand or holy, the path leading to my personal self-realization was messy, chaotic, and brought me to my knees over and over and over again, before I found the state of constant and consistent consciousness I enjoy today. I want anyone who ever doubts realization is available to them to know – if you choose, you can live a life of freedom and experience a new way of living, along with thousands of others, as we write the book on what it means to live as a modern master of Self in the New Energy." MARCH CALL INFORMATION |
 This month I am introducing a new section dedicated to bringing to your attention others who are on the edge of conscious writing. Muriel's new book, Soul Ship: A Personal Account of Embodied Enlightenment, also to be released this spring, features twenty short stories of her personal journey to Self Realization. Here's the synopsis: "Ahoy! The year is 2112 and the ship is ready to sail. I have been with Gaia since the formation of planet Earth and have taken many forms and lived many lifetimes. In 1974, I arrived at my final human incarnation and I am now 138 years old. There is only one thing I have left to do - share my story of embodied enlightenment, and the pioneering of a divine knowing of consciousness within the matrix of humanity and all life everywhere, in all worlds, and all dimensions across time and space. All aboard!" The first part of this book is an autobiographic report consisting of deep dream-time experiences and Shamanic initiation, which led up to Muriel's embodied enlightenment. The second part is prophetic information about the future of mankind, technologies, climate change, and the understanding of our home planet we call Earth. I for one am very excited to read it. I remain deeply committed to sharing as much as I can in a variety of perspectives on realization - from people actually in the experience of embodiment. In my own book coming out this Spring, I predict the reliance on channeled information from disembodied masters through human vessels will become obsolete as many more of us Return to the true nature Self, that is realization. Thanks, Muriel, for your contributions to this shift, and for clearing a space in which we normalize talking about the realization/ embodied enlightenment experience. This conscious lifetime was meant to be enjoyed, not hidden. I appreciate you deeply, Muriel! |  |
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It might be a bit difficult to explain to someone who does not find themselves in a perpetual state of being, of becoming more and more Self. I experience layers of Me. Here. Always here, right now. The creator in my creation.
Words fall short when the sensation takes over. Yet, there is a constant feeling of motion, rather than physical movement, in which I am walking backwards into my creation, and going wow, this is how I created it. And, being in total awe of myself once again.
All lifetimes were not leading up to this one life, the one in which I would Return to Self. Instead, I find, in sensation, I expanded so much I absorbed, like a sponge, all the wisdom from those lives that are no longer me, and in doing so the history of Self is re-written.
In the experience of absorbing wisdom, I found much to my surprise I went empty not full. For empty created the space in which the New was born, in which I became the sole sovereign designer of the life I had left, the one that lay before me, or perhaps, behind me.
From the outside linear perspective, it may look like life post-realization. That is what some might call it. Yet as the creator in my own creation, I realize back in 2011 as my father was taking his last breaths on physical Earth, as I was in an experience that brought me to my knees, I was designing the life of freedom that I have now.
Empty. The two points meet as time is like a string that I can bend and touch together, to make it a circle, or to overlap two linear time points that fold into one another. The bending of time and space as it moves within my inimitable consciousness.
Six months ago, I packed my belongings once again, stored them in a twelve-foot by fifteen-foot metal box for later, and experienced life in its home-free state of being. No home. I had but one suitcase with a small set of clothing, a jacked borrowed. And, while I was not aware at the human level of experience just yet, what I was creating was the sensation of finding the spaciousness of home within me.
As I allowed this spacious home to form inside me, counter-intuitive to the human awareness, I located the spots that felt full. My partner of one and a half years. The consciousness-related group represented by a crimson color that I did not relate to much anymore. Both these things kept me from feeling empty.
Yet, in my new state of sovereignty, life was no longer about filling myself up with external energy or streams of consciousness that were not uniquely mine. More so, life was about seeing how empty I could go, creating that home within me, and allowing as much real estate to become available, creating as much space within the infinite void of Self for the New life I was designing outside of time and space - outside of gravity – to come into form.
It felt like a twist and turn to the human, there were a couple of houses set thousands of miles apart. One fell through; the other didn’t. To the human, the physical home I moved into last night felt second choice last week.
Yet, yesterday when I cut open the moving boxes, there it was again. That sense of motion with no movement that allowed the two linear time points to meet. The woman on her knees in the hospital praying for death met the woman – healthy, strong, happy, and deliciously empty – and we were never not the designer of our lives combined. The awareness rolls backwards once again, and I shimmy down a Hollywood premiere red carpet into the life I created.
It had only been six months since I last saw what I had packed in the boxes, but I was another person. Another iteration of Self, more Me this time, was unpacking the boxes of a ghost of a previous lifetime. The ghost was the woman who lived in California right after she experienced realization. Who was this new woman who was standing over the box examining its contents, seemingly unconnected to the woman who had packed it so tightly full six months ago?
Well, she was Self EMBODIED. All of me in my physical vessel - a formless form.
It was in that moment, as the creator standing in her creation, surrounded by moving boxes, that I realized in deep feeling, not in thought or concept, the shift that occurs from realization, or the initial Return to Self, into the Embodiment of Self.
And in finding myself there, I realize in letting go of these last things, unraveling these last strings that tied me to something from outside myself, once again I created the space for myself to return. I created the space needed to allow my creation to bloom in physical form as well as outside of time and space.
I noticed the two were no different now. In gravity, outside of gravity, they matched. They were the same. Just as the lines from internal and external had ceased to exist in realization, so too did the lines between linear time and physical space and no time and space in embodiment. Standing in the spaciousness of Self, I also stood in the spaciousness of the beach house I moved into last night.
In this experience that wowed the senses, I saw how I perpetually create more room in my life, how I empty it – as empty as I can go - to allow that designer of my life enough space to paint New on the canvas of physical reality.
A physical reality that is no different than my etheric world 'out there'. As my humanity was woven into the tapestry of Self, my physical human life was woven into the tapestry of my experiences Embodied. A state of no separation within my beingness, created a state of no separation within the realities in which I create.
I saw how I, by shifting my vessel of Self into reverse, backed in, and turned the corner of awareness to arrive at this gorgeous moment of being the creator in her creation as I unpacked moving boxes in my new home.
Requiring no effort or energetic expenditure, the experience occurred in a twenty-degree right turn in perception, or awareness, as a new iteration or layer of my consciousness rolled in, or I expanded out to meet it, or both.
In the face of Embodiment, or Creation Embodied, I find self-realization is now the tip of the iceberg, instead of being the whole iceberg. What lies ahead is another ocean of awareness. And, it's simply and vastly incredible.
Words fall short when the sensation takes over. Yet, there is a constant feeling of motion, rather than physical movement, in which I am walking backwards into my creation, and going wow, this is how I created it. And, being in total awe of myself once again.
All lifetimes were not leading up to this one life, the one in which I would Return to Self. Instead, I find, in sensation, I expanded so much I absorbed, like a sponge, all the wisdom from those lives that are no longer me, and in doing so the history of Self is re-written.
In the experience of absorbing wisdom, I found much to my surprise I went empty not full. For empty created the space in which the New was born, in which I became the sole sovereign designer of the life I had left, the one that lay before me, or perhaps, behind me.
From the outside linear perspective, it may look like life post-realization. That is what some might call it. Yet as the creator in my own creation, I realize back in 2011 as my father was taking his last breaths on physical Earth, as I was in an experience that brought me to my knees, I was designing the life of freedom that I have now.
Empty. The two points meet as time is like a string that I can bend and touch together, to make it a circle, or to overlap two linear time points that fold into one another. The bending of time and space as it moves within my inimitable consciousness.
Six months ago, I packed my belongings once again, stored them in a twelve-foot by fifteen-foot metal box for later, and experienced life in its home-free state of being. No home. I had but one suitcase with a small set of clothing, a jacked borrowed. And, while I was not aware at the human level of experience just yet, what I was creating was the sensation of finding the spaciousness of home within me.
As I allowed this spacious home to form inside me, counter-intuitive to the human awareness, I located the spots that felt full. My partner of one and a half years. The consciousness-related group represented by a crimson color that I did not relate to much anymore. Both these things kept me from feeling empty.
Yet, in my new state of sovereignty, life was no longer about filling myself up with external energy or streams of consciousness that were not uniquely mine. More so, life was about seeing how empty I could go, creating that home within me, and allowing as much real estate to become available, creating as much space within the infinite void of Self for the New life I was designing outside of time and space - outside of gravity – to come into form.
It felt like a twist and turn to the human, there were a couple of houses set thousands of miles apart. One fell through; the other didn’t. To the human, the physical home I moved into last night felt second choice last week.
Yet, yesterday when I cut open the moving boxes, there it was again. That sense of motion with no movement that allowed the two linear time points to meet. The woman on her knees in the hospital praying for death met the woman – healthy, strong, happy, and deliciously empty – and we were never not the designer of our lives combined. The awareness rolls backwards once again, and I shimmy down a Hollywood premiere red carpet into the life I created.
It had only been six months since I last saw what I had packed in the boxes, but I was another person. Another iteration of Self, more Me this time, was unpacking the boxes of a ghost of a previous lifetime. The ghost was the woman who lived in California right after she experienced realization. Who was this new woman who was standing over the box examining its contents, seemingly unconnected to the woman who had packed it so tightly full six months ago?
Well, she was Self EMBODIED. All of me in my physical vessel - a formless form.
It was in that moment, as the creator standing in her creation, surrounded by moving boxes, that I realized in deep feeling, not in thought or concept, the shift that occurs from realization, or the initial Return to Self, into the Embodiment of Self.
And in finding myself there, I realize in letting go of these last things, unraveling these last strings that tied me to something from outside myself, once again I created the space for myself to return. I created the space needed to allow my creation to bloom in physical form as well as outside of time and space.
I noticed the two were no different now. In gravity, outside of gravity, they matched. They were the same. Just as the lines from internal and external had ceased to exist in realization, so too did the lines between linear time and physical space and no time and space in embodiment. Standing in the spaciousness of Self, I also stood in the spaciousness of the beach house I moved into last night.
In this experience that wowed the senses, I saw how I perpetually create more room in my life, how I empty it – as empty as I can go - to allow that designer of my life enough space to paint New on the canvas of physical reality.
A physical reality that is no different than my etheric world 'out there'. As my humanity was woven into the tapestry of Self, my physical human life was woven into the tapestry of my experiences Embodied. A state of no separation within my beingness, created a state of no separation within the realities in which I create.
I saw how I, by shifting my vessel of Self into reverse, backed in, and turned the corner of awareness to arrive at this gorgeous moment of being the creator in her creation as I unpacked moving boxes in my new home.
Requiring no effort or energetic expenditure, the experience occurred in a twenty-degree right turn in perception, or awareness, as a new iteration or layer of my consciousness rolled in, or I expanded out to meet it, or both.
In the face of Embodiment, or Creation Embodied, I find self-realization is now the tip of the iceberg, instead of being the whole iceberg. What lies ahead is another ocean of awareness. And, it's simply and vastly incredible.
Corrected Call-In Information
Yesterday, I set out an invite to join us on a Zoom call. The link was incorrect so please use this one. This is a place to share (not learn) among like conscious friends. I have hosted these for a year, and I am now opening them up for a wider group. $5 asked to cover hosting costs and time - energy exchange. PayPal email: becomingsarh@gmail.com.
When: Feb 20, 2019 10:30 AM Central Time (US and Canada)
Register in advance for this meeting:
https://zoom.us/meeting/register/269021abfce4d3b5c5b9141539e44ee6
After registering, you will receive a confirmation email containing information about joining the meeting.
RSVP on Facebook or share with a friend here:
https://www.facebook.com/events/304338083774721/
When: Feb 20, 2019 10:30 AM Central Time (US and Canada)
Register in advance for this meeting:
https://zoom.us/meeting/register/269021abfce4d3b5c5b9141539e44ee6
After registering, you will receive a confirmation email containing information about joining the meeting.
RSVP on Facebook or share with a friend here:
https://www.facebook.com/events/304338083774721/
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Lauren Hutton (Sar'h) writes adventure novels and short stories about the self-realization experience and beyond.
She fancies herself a humanizing divinity journalist and shares her work joyously on this page.
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