We are Not What We Once Were...and Not Yet Decided What We are...but We are Remembering

My thought patterns on specific concepts that the ancients put forth, that in turn have become constructs of our reality, have changed in the last year.

Imagine, knowing your spirit while being physical, knowing what is beyond physical death, being in communion with not only your past, but others past...being in communion with the universe...no disease, no hunger, no violence, no lies, no distrust in the human condition...rather, everything about your spiritual/physical family of beings is pure...nothing missing...the veil is not only gone, it had yet to even come into existence.

Back then, energies began leaving, and the veil was coming. Some began thinking of what exactly that might entail, though they could not imagine it as it truly would become...because the veil...the forgetting...the separation had yet to make mankind fall into tragedy, trauma...fear. Imagine...fear was not even in their reality...they were connected to everything. It was the Golden Age.

As cycles spin round, spiral in form as the universe decrees, the increased energies that birthed their Golden Age - their own version of the Fluff that they resided in - began falling, spinning away from the solar system into mythology, receding into the aether behind.

We spiritual beings called humans were entering the darkness at the same rate that the Fluff fell away, falling away from knowing the universe, falling far from the comfort of God's communion...A new name took hold...The Fallen. And the process of forgetting our souls began...of being separated from the divine, of the eternal fall from being a conscious spiritual knowing being...to being utterly alone...a massive scarring took place within our collective pysche. During the falling process, when we were in the throes of forgetting what we are, we scrambled to remember what we were losing...Memories carved in stone, raised as monuments...frozen memories defying time. Some held on longer (they had yet to forget, but in their horror, they witnessed others already fallen) but knew that soon we all were going to lose contact with our souls...and so ensued massive trauma, something much worse than death, not only a tragedy to the human condition, but to our divine souls...the horror that was to come...the killing fields that would soak the world through...

They knew that when the Fluff left (the interstellar cloud, though they thought of it differently, of course) we would FORGET...so they wrote to the future...I Ching, 'religious texts', pyramids, secret knowledge, calendars, etc...someday they knew that there would come a day (the universe decrees the spinning of the spiral, after all) when a new Golden Age would surface...and just as our memory once fell away with a receding interstellar cloud, memory would rise once more, like a surging wave, an all encompassing spirit arriving on the cloud of God...

So, in attempts to tell us how to live properly, one with all, without killing/stealing/lying...without fear...they shouted from the past.

But there was a problem...They did not know how far reality would change. When going from one age of darkness, to an age of light, and vice-versa, 'reality' is different...it changes...so confusion and misunderstanding and convolusion reigned as one age living in a fading light, tried to communicate to the coming age of darkness.

But they shouted as loud as they could...on stone, on copper, vellum in sealed vase, in symbols, in writing, books, in visions, in dreams, in myths, in prophecies, on pyramids, on monoliths, in calendars, in the alignment of stars, in maps, tombs, in the very structures of their civilizations...

God, how much louder do they have to be...?

Imagine the fear that must have gripped them when the forgetting began to accomplish all of the above...all for us...for the first time in an eternal spirit's reality, the true unknown lay stretched out in front of them (knowing that they would be us) for thousands and thousands of years...with NO WAY OUT...not because there was no way out, but merely because we forgot there was a way.

We are finally beginning to remember again. We are remembering that we were never left all alone...we are remembering that there has always been a way.

Its been a long time, hasn't it...?

- Chad Adams