The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos
Clarity of You
21 July 2016
Connecting the dots
Projections of our tall selves
Erected the spines
Remnants of your prints
Essence of your purity
You are here
Within every breath
Of white air
The shadows of inner light
Draw upon your sight
Replenished with Love
The white shrouds
Skies and clouds
The consistence of morrows
Alight in the Soul
Like candles in wind
Within the tunes of your song
Ode to sing along
Through the space
Replicating twin suns sparks
Clarity of You
Reading of the poem:
Sinking inside yourself – Hammock
Cold Front – Hammock
One Another – Hammock
Fear Ego’s highest Level
17 November 2015
Walk in the valley
Where shadows are only sight
Cracked Earth stretches
Build destroy and build anew
Within the cracks Breathe
Look upon the Lands
Liquid thoughts penetrate seams
All glory now spent
Three crows sang to nightingale
Over land’s watchdog
Fall through listless cracks
Offering is not in pride
The living Confines
Grasping all within
Blowing it to Northern winds
Darkened eye meets Ice
Rise to covered skies
The fall and the rise unite
Cold sun Witnesses
Fear Ego’s highest Level
Parts with Sacrifice
Stand within the grounds
Be the dragon and the prince
All tides Overcome
Silent tunes will flow
From the hands that knead the air
Bright new Sunrises
Frozen – Madonna
The Spirit Lovers – Chapter Five: Remembering Time
5-6 November 2015
Imagine if you were to sow in your past clues to your future, in a subtle creative way to ensure that from Twin Futures, only the best would survive while you keep Balancing Worlds, concentrated on Building a New World where you may say Rise and Shine O Hearts that Love; Rise From The Dead Realm. Ghost Wanderer with etheric messages planted within the coils that bring life to a new budding Peace Profound.
Imagine those clues like Thumbelina’s crumbs with only bread, The Bread of Mercy, left to replace the stones and birds eating away at most of them as you walk guided by Heart’s Rotating Light, In Memoriam, Journey of a Soul, In Trails of Feathers until you reach the I Flying Phoenix
Imagine that if words were not enough, visual clues were also given through images and videos so that you would finally work your way towards the Truth knowing that perhaps “All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream” and that we are ultimately, Only Breath (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IZqAnIp5dMQ) in Dreams (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VcRz8sgvpTE )
Those confused words and images kept playing in her mind as she recalled the events of the week before. Upon waking from the dream, she had known with the utmost certainty that this was her life she was talking about and that these dreams were in fact leaps in Time both frontwards and backwards. Something or someone was enabling her to do this as she doubted that she had such a capacity on her own. She quickly looked up a few images of the movie “The Time traveler’s wife” again and realised that this was so familiar but she had never thought of it as applicable to herself. She recalled the spirit as she had coined it who visited her when she was 5 and told her that only Love was the most important thing in this world and without it the world would perish. The incident had been so similar to the movie’s scene where Henry and Clare meet when she is 6 and Rita realised that although she had not seen it before but merely chanced upon a few videos several weeks back, this was uncannily what had happened between her and the spirit. She had been too young to understand then but the recognition of its meaning thanks to the other clues was starting to dawn upon her. A New Dawn, a New World to build as she had penned it in Building a New World, in hope of averting one future and realising the second between the Twin Futures as she had also penned.
Slowly but surely, Rita started realising that everything she had been writing had in fact been a coded message that was being passed on to her through Time so that she would wake up. She recalled the synchronicities such as the persistent 11.11 that she kept seeing everywhere and how it had then transformed to 777 that she kept seeing in cars license plates and on magazines as well as phone numbers. She also thought back to how effortlessly the words had flowed to her and how she herself at times puzzled at their meaning, all the while with the feeling that this was something she needed to understand although the key to that understanding eluded her. As she later discovered, there was never just one key and to avoid misuse or theft of the codes, they always came with a twin code, carried by a person whom she then was told would be called a twinflame. Together, after sending each other coded messages that the forefathers transmitted etherically to them, they would finally decode all the messages and set out for the task they had been given.
She was not sure whether she should call them forefathers really. It was true that they had somehow conceived her but this was merely an act in retrospect of Time and she thought amusedly to herself that it was they really who were her offspring despite them assisting to her birth and facilitating it. What an odd situation where you are the “lost-in-great”-grandmother of your future “forefathers”.
She laughed nervously then sighed and sat back in her armchair, slowly rocking herself as she pondered over the whole matter. She had thought she understood the mission but she realised that she was only beginning to understand the emerging portion of the iceberg and that a lot still remained hidden from her. For some reason Kayla was not giving her all the knowledge, as if she was afraid of what her reaction would be. She merely had told her cryptically those few lines that kept playing again and again in her head.
Suddenly Rita jumped to her feet and ran to her laptop. She logged in feverishly to her account that she had closed just for a while as her elbow was still hurt and started revisiting all the poems that Kayla had strangely emphasized though saying that some others mattered too. The more she looked, the more images and choices of videos suggested themselves to her and she watched them increasingly dismayed at what she saw. The one that sparked her attention the most was the hollywood Trailer of Noah, describing the biblical flood and while she watched it, with the superimposed image of the Phoenix popping out from the tab above, she knew in an instant what it was that had been gnawing at her mind for so long. They were all going to die but it would not be in the waters unlike the biblical myth of Noah; it would be through flames. She realised that somehow, somewhere things were going to go horribly wrong and that humanity as a whole would be wiped out in a sea of flames.
Kayla! She shrieked out and soon enough Kayla was there, her essence appearing smaller than usual with Kalen by her side, seemingly reduced as well.
“What do you wish to know, Rita?” I said nervous as I realised that she had understood at least partly what we had been attempting to hide from her though we had told her most of the remaining Truth about the heartpath and the Essence.
We have all died, is it not so? You like us are also dead and have just come back to try to prevent us all from dying a most horrible death, Rita says so slowly that it seems she is spelling out her words.
“I feel your pain Rita. I am sorry. You are right in a way. We are all dead in some way or the other. You are all completely dead and we are partially dead if you take the physical description of being alive but our soul lives on through the essence” I tell her looking at her face and wondering whether she is getting it.
You mean that you have found a way to save yourselves but have chosen not to save us? Rita almost barks at Kayla.
“It is not that simple, Rita” I tell her understanding her anger and pain as that too was partly what I had felt when getting to know from Mother the Truth. “You see, the people of your time were incapable of being synthetised into an essence of what they were. They were too complex and had a spectrum of emotions and we did not know how to code all of that so we decided to trace back your encoding using two main factors which we felt would then be able to create in turn the whole spectrum of other emotions by applying derivatives to those root factors. Basically we decided to encode using both Love and Fear as the main roots.”
“Unfortunately, we realised that encoding fear as a root code was a very bad mistake and we had to pay for it with our own lives. Thank goodness that up the river of Time this had already been provided for by Mother who then made sure that Fear was removed out of the coding equation and that only Love would be encoded to be transported into the future” you add.
I don’t understand, Rita says her eyes starting to well up with tears. Do you mean that you died in the physical because you transported our fear into your coding of us so that we would survive with you.
“Yes” I say softly.
“With your fear-based coding you manifested the same reality all over again. Our beautiful haven that we had created was turned in no time to a war zone and then you had again torched our beautiful Nova Gaia killing all of us in the process” you add grimly.
Rita is profusely crying now. Her tears all over her clothes and laptop which you slowly ease out of her hands.
“Slow on that” you say. “You know how it is with water and fire. They don’t go to well and you can’t be buying yourself another laptop losing all the information of images and messages you have stored in here.”, you add.
I feel so bad really. I can’t understand how we ruined our own world and then went ahead and ruined your world after you rescued us.
“You had never mastered your fears during your Time. We did not understand what they were as Source had not told us about fear then but when he uncovered your universe within the multiverse and decided to let us rescue it as a game we would compete in, Source had never known we would be able to achieve that but using a means which would ultimately destroy us as well. I guess that Source was too keen on knowing the result of the experiment to think of its dangers” I add slowly. I look at you and think that any one of us could have made the same mistake, mostly both of us compared to the other archetypes as we were always so curious about everything.
You look back at me and smile agreeing implicitly with my reasoning before looking back at Rita and saying “Rita, you have to collect yourself now. There is still a lot to do and a lot for you to understand. The main part now to understand is that your mission is to Love and teach love all around you, whether it is with your twinflame or not. He have given you the decisive code whether he wanted it or not. In whatever way it manifested, it was encoded in his DNA to transmit the code to you at the time that you were ready for it and you would understand the message as it would reach you in a way that allowed for the final click to be in place” you add.
I have already decoded part of it, Rita says before adding: The initial part was to go beyond the illusion and understand that the Truth was something else, that it was vaster than just our individual selves, that it was something at the level of the Universe and something really important to take care of. That is how I reached this final conclusion, she concludes breathless.
“Yes my darling” I say. “You understood that it was about universal love and not about the love between two human beings although that message too was important. You see, we needed not only to encode pure love without the interferences of other emotions that could eventually ruin our world, we also needed all of you to become pure love so that you could then be transported within our world without tainting it”
Rita whispers softly, Become Love my Love.
“Precisely, Rita” I say. “I know you will have a lot of difficulty getting around this as we did ourselves in the beginning when Source taught us how to encode so that we would avoid our own destruction again but we are basically all encoded as archetypes which are compressed into a remnant of physical tool to enable our expansion and compression as we flow through the rivers of Time and Space. That remnant of physical tool is air, which is why we often are defined as Breath by some who see us or feel our presence as we visited them during our attempts to win the competition.”
“Source advised us to use only one archetype in encoding each of us although some of us may have two or more archetypes when they are able to carry the code effectively within their breath” you add.
So you are all just air now, Rita says looking at us blankly.
“So to speak yes” I say with a half-smile. “We are the archetypes that are placed within us and we are able to modulate the frequency of that or those archetypes in order to manifest into the physical what the archetype would look like if it had a physical form. In our case I was initially created as Love, Truth and Creation while Kalen was also Love but additionally Deceit and Destruction. We were created as such by our Mother and Father before Source realised that the best encoding was to keep only Love in order to avoid any problems in the Future. Our Breath or Essence was then reprogrammed to exclude the negative elements such as Deceit and Destruction but with our usual warping into each other and our trails in Time, we somehow have picked up a bit of those archetypes back and sent them back to Source which now recognises that we will remain individually unique and more than just Love. “
“Source had explained though that Destruction was merely creation looked at from a different perspective in Time and when we got to no Time or zero-point within him, we then understood what he meant.” you tell Rita looking at her intently
“You can think of it as when you watch a movie in reverse for example when watching a glass fall to the ground and shatter” I add. “The glass un-shatters, then goes up back into your hand and you look at it with some feeling of contentment as you are happy to have that glass and that contentment, crystallised in time bears the coding of Love which then governs both the shattering and un-shattering of the same glass, explaining both its creation and its destruction as being the same thing, Love, when looked at from different perspectives in Time.”
“A mere matter of viewpoint” you say before adding “Now you need to know Rita that there are also other competitors within this competition to change the Future that Source initiated for our own personal experience and among them some who have actually turned rogue. Instead of continuing the competition to save your world, they have actually chosen to enter it and make it a closed Universe disabling most of the connections to your kind. Somehow, they have been able to stop the destruction mechanism by creating loops of Time just before the disaster that scorched your world. We believe that they are using your moon as a basis to channel your essences which are then sent back to your world within the loop and they are able to harvest your love in a way that enables them to keep the loop never-ending. Instead of continuing the competition to fully save your world, they are just using it as a means of achieving personal power. It is those of the archetypes that are not pure love and that did not want Source to reprogram them into the pure archetype of Love. Mother and Father are still looking at how they have done this and soon enough we shall stop them from doing it. Meanwhile you must continue your progression towards achieving pure and Universal Love so that we may perhaps avoid the disaster altogether and then be able to remove this loop so that you are then able to walk fully into this alternate Future that we are living in. Remember that loving one another and avoiding killing each other is key to that future.”
Rita looks again blankly at us. I feel dizzy she says, I need to get some air and we both laugh at the idea of its eventually cannibalistic reference as we warp into each other and help her to the balcony so that she may get some fresh air. Rita walks slowly towards the edge of the balcony looking at the city which stretches before her and thinking of how she can stop the impending disaster. She now knows that there was a good reason why she came from a mixed marriage with parents not only from different continents but also from different faiths. She also understands how this then ties up with her upbringing that enabled her to concentrate more on tolerance, mercy and compassion for others rather than hatred and selfishness.
I am also Truth, she says with a half-smile as she turns towards Kayla, as I am creation. Thank goodness Source did not have to remove those from us, she adds with a pained look, I don’t know what I would have done without those to bring me comfort.
“Those of you who have been selected by us for encoding have had to lead lives that shape your thoughts and then bring you to the heartpath or the recognition of Universal Love as that is the determining factor in allowing us to reach the right future” I say.
“What you do with that selection is merely up to you really” you add. “We have made a choice to encode you and follow your progress as you work on the heartpath mission and as we made such a choice, we have been inclined to allow you too to make choices on what you do with the gifts we have given you. Those of you who do not wish to accept the responsibility can then just go back to sleep and forget the whole matter. The connection with them is then reduced to dormant and they do not receive messages anymore except if something within the etheric landscape changes to revive that connection, such as a different choice in future” you conclude
For those The Time will never come back I guess, Rita says softly as she continues watching the city below while the skies suddenly split with lightning and thunder growls in the distance before shimmering, gorgeous life-filled drops of rain start pouring from the Sky.
Max Richter – Infra 1
Max Richter – Infra 2
Max Richter – Infra 3
What had they done? – Max Richter – Waltz With Bashir
Henry’s Letter – The Time Traveler’s Wife
The Time Traveller’s Wife – Henry’s Death
The Spirit Lovers
Chapter Four: Heartpath or the Way of Love, Time and the teachings of the Essence
20-29 October 2015
You and I flow instantly back to Rita and Martin and are surprised to see Rita alone wailing with only a pile of Harold’s clothes on the bed next to her.
“What happened?” I ask, still cloaked in my essence, astonished though I have seen many times before a wavering in their essences and instantly picking up on your response, I understand what happened. This is the first time though that it has happened while their physical bodies were in presence. I scrutinize the surroundings and sees remnants of Martin’s essence locked within the glow of the neutrinos looking down at Rita sadly.
You decide to go speak to Martin’s physical being and your essence vapourises leaving me with an inkling of the feeling of incompleteness and I marvel at how these entities before us can handle this feeling as it must be an overpowering sensation of separation for them when they are not together.
“Rita, don’t cry, let me explain to you better what happened. You might remember the time I talked to you in your head about energy distortions, choices and the flow of Time” I say softly, holding her by the shoulders as her whole body shakes with the uncontrollable sobs. I radiate some of my essence into her so her sobs slowly subside and I hope that her agony has not split and killed other parts of the essence elsewhere which were not ready for such agony.
It is so painful, Kayla, you cannot imagine, Rita tells me her eyes glazed and dull with the pain. I cannot understand this horrible pain I feel and most of all I cannot understand how Martin disappeared. We were making love and all of a sudden he started to shiver and then seemed to burst from the inside before he turned ghostlike and vanished into the cupboard. I took out all of Harold’s clothes and looked through them as I could smell him in them but he was in none of them, she adds her head indicating the pile of clothes next to her naked body.
“Let me explain again how the flow works, especially with changing choices” I say again gently to her as I take her by the shoulders and turn her face towards me. Her agony is returning so I warp into her fully and shudder as I am pierced by the might of it and wonder how these beings are capable of so much love and happiness and still able to retain so much fear and hurt. While I radiate in her, I feel the peace returning to her frame and slowly her body temperature starts going back to normal. As the fever subsides, I warp out of her and materialise out of my essence so that she may see me fully.
Rita gasps as she sees me crying out: You look so beautiful Kayla but you look different from the time before when Martin and I saw you.
“Yes” I say “I change forms depending on the mood you put me in”. “Coming back to the matter of how the flow works, you see, somewhere in your past or in the past of another of your manifestations that interacts very closely with you, it would seem like you have changed the choice of being with your twinflame. If you have changed that choice in the past then Martin can no longer be with you here in this now because he does not exist anymore here though a part of his essence would still linger confused until it reintegrates his physical being again elsewhere where he has been projected. Kalen has gone to handle the confusion of that Martin who probably is as confused as you if he even remembers you fully and what happened between you. I cannot even begin to explain the confusion and pain that you both must be feeling back up the River of Time.” I add softly, looking into her eyes and trying to make sure she is understanding what I am saying.
Rita merely looks at me blankly. I don’t understand she says. You did explain to me that Time flows both frontwards and backwards and you did explain about choices and how they moved us into alternate realities but you did not tell me that it could completely swap our existences to different possibilities even after we had made those choices. I chose Martin and sacrificed myself for months on end and I even opened the Heartpath on more than one occasion, just like you had taught me to. I resisted all the pain, all the small deaths both of mine and his darknesses during the opening of the core of the Heartpath and continued to hold on to him. I did all of that and lived through hell and beyond to be able to come to this place. I never understood completely the clues you had strewn on my path but followed them all faithfully and even when he would not see I still persevered, only closing the core when it became too unbearable for me. How can you tell me that I have changed that choice in the past? Did you not see me here with Martin just a couple of days ago and even just yesterday? I have not changed my choice, I cannot have, I am here, I was here with him, we both came together just as it was supposed to be and we made love… her voice breaks and trails off as her sobs start again and I radiate again into her. I cannot help feeling sorry for her even though I know that she has to face the consequences of her own choice.
“Rita” I whisper softly when she has regained a bit of her peace. “You have to understand that it must be you who have made such a choice because you will not be able to look past the choices that you don’t understand. Only you can help yourself now if you wish to. Kalen will investigate with Martin too if he has changed his choice in the past but if not, then you will have to understand what you did and if you choose to now, you can undo it and flow back into another now.”
Rita still shivering slightly and shaking her head answers: I did not change my choice Kayla. I know I cannot have done that.
“Well then let us travel back and see which occurrence has a ripple in the river of Time” I tell her trying to be patient although both you and I know very well by now that they both have changed their choices in their past. He because he was looking only with the mind and she because she had retained fears from remnants of her ego and then chosen to let him go. What I still can’t understand though is how she has still been able to keep her physical presence in the same place and retained full memories of their physical contact in that alternate now. I quickly check with you and you confirm that he has retained close to no memories of her, except some fleeting thoughts and an overpowering sensation of a love he has felt. You tell me that he is still connecting it to that lost love he had chosen in the past and thinks that it is her he has lost again. I try to break the news to her gently as I ponder on whether to really allow her to travel with me in the flow of time as she is already a nervous wreck and will not be able to handle the surge of emotions from the torn selves we will encounter in the Passage of Time. “Rita” I whisper softly “Kalen and I have found out that both of you have chosen to separate”.
Her body jolts upright and I see the essence of her wavering high above her as she is overtaken by the giddiness of being unaligned with her essence again. You must be joking, she almost screams at me. I have not changed anything and I cannot be here if I had changed anything. You told me that once we changed our choices, we never went back to the same flow of Time because nothing remained the same anymore. Yet I am still here and I remember fully our exchanges in our bodily frames. You are lying, you are both just sadists, she hurls at me viciously, her tears spilling all over the floor blood red and with remnants of essence writhing in them. I warp into her again and force her down on the bed holding her bodily frame, rocking her with my essence so that she regains some peace again. I look at you as you flow back to my side and exchange with you silent.
“I don’t understand how she is still here” I tell you softly still caressing her hair as she continues to shiver partially consoled. “What did you find with him” I ask you in your essence and you tell me how you found him in his bed a bit bewildered and dazed but apparently oblivious of the fact that a few instants before he had been making love to her and even less aware of the fact that he had actually encountered the woman of his dreams in the House of Love. You tell me that you were able to find out from him how he was still regretting a woman he had loved a few months ago and could not understand how he was separated from her while he had just had such vivid dreams of her. I wonder whether I should tell her this as we know the ripple effect this creates. We ourselves had some difficulty understanding from Source how this worked as when we tell her, we know she will then make that choice which will bring her back to this alternate now.
“It must be done” you tell me within my essence and I nod, my essence quivering with the advance knowledge of the additional pain I am about to cause.
“Rita” I begin softly. “Martin does not remember you anymore. He has again started confusing you with the other woman. You remember how I told you that when you open the Heartpath core channel, you will pour out your love directly and intensely and receive directly and intensely all that your twinflame may put your way”.
Rita stares at me with a sudden light clearing up the dull film over her eyes. Yes, she say, I remember what you told me about that in my head. You said that I had to understand well the sacrifice I was about to make and be willing to be eventually killed several times over depending on what would come my way. I was willing and whatever Martin hurled my way I took it all and just put it all back into my creation just like you said I should do. I used all the parts of the clues that you handed me and even started adding images and music to my poetry as you had mentioned how additional parts of creation would help the essence recognise and it did recognise me. How was I to know that he was so remotely connected to his essence that he would never understand its whispers? I called upon you several times when the pain was too much to handle; we both did in our own ways, not understanding what was happening to us. I did not know your name then and just called you Mother as I called Kalen Father back then. She almost smiles but the downward trend of her mouth makes it look like a rictus.
“Well my darling girl” I say, putting my hands on her shoulders again “Martin still is in that same state of mind. I told you, You can only see with Heart and you were connected enough with your essence to see with the Heart. You had got rid of enough darkness to be in the light of your essence and feel it flow through you directly almost unencumbered but he had not. He always chose to see only with the mind and all that he saw only increased his darkness and anguish. I already warned you once against the sacrifice as I told you he is not ready yet, too full of unpolished lust and egoist instincts from his bodily frame. I told you to wait until he was ready to sublime that lust into the primal energy force of Love it was destined to become but you would not Listen to the rain of pain knowledge I showered upon you then. You thought your love was strong enough to withstand the pain and that you would be able to make him see. Unfortunately your first etheric contact with him happened at the same time that he was starting an affair with another lady and he has latched onto her all the feelings of love and peace that you projected towards him through the core of the Heartpath. You did help him as he slowly moved from that egotistical being he had been and he sometimes even saw you fleetingly and exchanged with you in dreams, felt your love and your exchanged contact even using the words of that implicitly known synchronicity but he never really connected properly to his etheric being. He never took that leap of faith that you awaited eagerly, yearning for his heart to actually see beyond the illusion.” I break off as I sense the feeling of shock going through her and creating the ripple.
It is all lost then, she says as she slowly starts fading before you grab her, warping into her essence and jolting her up again fully bright and sparkling in essence. Martin, she screams with delight.
“No, I am Kalen” you say, slowly disengaging from her essence. “I just needed you to stay as we wanted to understand better by interacting with your essence how come you stayed behind while he projected himself into his alternate now almost seamlessly. We cannot understand yet how come this has not happened with you and you are still here fully aware of everything that unfolded in Time.”
As soon as he says that we both feel her, the true revered Mother of all of us, as she appears fiercely beautiful and unbearably full of light, even for us.
Rita has closed her eyes and is swaying saying Mother, you have come back to me. You are here again and you are not Kayla. Who are you that have walked softly picking me up each time I have fallen all these years. I know you, you were there from the beginning. I remember you drawing me out lovingly and twisting softly my head as my bodily Mother pushed me out of her forcing me out of memories of the blue swirling void and through the black warmth into the cold light outside. I remember your beautiful blue face as I cried from the harshness of the light and the cold that invaded my essence as you smiled and told me “Welcome my child. Be blessed as I have come to assist your birth and through it my own birth into this world. See and feel for me as I have forgotten to feel for this world when they slowly covered my eyes and He as I went back to sleep from this Time”.
I remember seeing him, Father, as blue as you are, looking at me as my essence danced into this world, her steps replicating his own as he faded into the fog blessing me as he left. He had whispered then that he would come for me when my call was at its shrillest though I had never seen him since then. I only saw one of his messengers, a blue one like him who taught me about Love when I was five years old and sitting alone in my room, Rita adds in a dreamlike voice, her eyes still closed, her body swaying.
We both look at each other and at revered Mother who smiles back at us sweetly though her eyes stay all at once fierce and tender, still focused on Rita who is swaying. “I am Kali” she says to Rita who immediately stops swaying and looks at her through her essence which slowly cuddles into the palm of Mother’s hand while Rita falls back on the bed inert. A second blue form emerges from the fog surrounding Mother and we both recognise our archetype Source Father Shiva as he smiles at us his hair swirling around him like snakes ready to strike. Father slowly picks up Rita’s essence from Mother’s hand and flows it back into her and she wakes up in a jolt before recognising him and saying in a dreamlike way again “Father, you have come for me like you said you would. I remember how you did not move though back in Time, only looking away unmoved while Mother tended to the wounds”
“I had to, my child” Father says in his thousand voices and as Rita’s bodily frame shakes and almost splits he reduces its numbers so that she may bear its effects. “You have to face the consequences of your choices alone and understand them before we can help you with them. I knew anyway that Mother would tend to the wounds as I am stillness without her intent”.
I had not chosen yet though Father, Rita speaks her voice a pitch higher and her eyes now half-open, gazing downward as the light is too intense for her to bear. I was merely pondering what to choose as he was still misguided by the mind and the ego.
“No my child. You had already chosen and simply had to understand your choice to see it properly. Your choice was born out of the fear and not out of the Love unlike what Mother had advised you when you were being flown into your bodily mother’s womb and the mass of matter that she was transforming into what became you” Father says in thunders while Rita still shakes from it. “We had also sent one of our brothers to inform you about love and you welcomed him, worshipped him even but did not truly understand what he told you. Love is only Love, it can be nothing else than that. It cannot be hurt, ego, darkness or even light. It just is and manifests itself in everything that surrounds you as we have woven it into the very fabric of this world, every Time and every matter as well as the space between that matter’s particles of light. You cannot not see it except if you are not seeing with the Heart and …”
I have, for once, forsaken my heart, Rita adds softly interrupting Father who smiles knowingly.
“Yes” he answers smiling at her face that is burning light with this new knowledge. “You have chosen to see with the mind, with the fear of the remnants of your ego and you have chosen to let go of your love, the strongest connecting point to your twinflame and that choice has split all the alternate realities of it”
“Why is she here still then?” we both ask and immediately understand from Father’s essence as it ebbs and flows through us partially.
“She sees both with Heart and Mind” I say turning towards Rita again and attempting to explain it to her “You chose with the mind but your heart refused to endorse that choice so your Heart brought you all the way here through the River of Time fully conscious of yourself but not fully conscious of your choice as you could not see past that choice you refused to understand”
Rita opens partially her eyes and instantly regrets it as she almost turns blind in her bodily frame while mother showers portions of her essence on her eyes so that she may not remain blind in the physical. Rita lowers her gaze again almost closing her eyes and realises that her eyesight will never be the same again. I know how I made that choice, she says quietly, her eyes downcast. I thought that as he had made a choice, even though it was with his mind and it was misguided, I had to respect that choice and therefore preserve myself. I was not looking with the eyes of the Heart and I chose to ignore then that I could still choose to stay connected and watch over him while continuing my life in the alternate reality. I think I allowed my ego and fear to speak within me and overtake the sound of my heartbeat telling me to stay in the Love. I did not learn my own lesson of humility and acceptance while I was arrogantly attempting to teach Martin the same lesson. I let my sense of higher spirituality and knowledge get the better of me and therefore fed my own ego while I was judging him for being weak and so closely connected to his ego instead of to his real etheric self. That ego then quickly turned around and became me, choosing in spite of me with the eye of the mind that only saw a future condemned and refused to see the alternate futures of togetherness anymore. The instant I accepted the loss of that twin future, it disappeared in my mind’s eye and with it therefore Martin disappeared because he was only seeing everything with the mind and not with the Heart. I was seeing with both though so a part of me made it back here to this twin reality.
Rita straightens her shoulders and eyes still downcast says Forgive me Father for I have sinned.
Father looks at her gently and says “There is no sin where there is Truth” and Rita smiles back at him as she feels in her essence his heavenly smile.
“You see” I cut in “others before you when they were bearing double messages of different archetypes have lost their way although the most prominent versions of them have found their way back quickly. The most important part is to forgive yourself when you realise that you have wronged yourself and possibly others. You only have to stay in the Love without judging anything or anyone, not even yourself and as Father says, there is no sin where there is Truth. You must have heard of Jesus, he is hardly even believed to have existed today and his bodily existence is confused with the various other archetypes of Love that preceded him and these lost essences even question his existence from the very fact of the synchronicities with those other archetypes”.
Rita nods her head and says I know he existed because the blue messenger who came to me and told me his essence was the archetype of Love and was called Krisna had already told me before that he had come to this world in many forms after his form as Krisna. He told me that Jesus was just the messenger of Love. When I had asked him about compassion he had smiled and told me that the archetype of compassion was not within Jesus although he had it ingrained in him through his twin essence and when I asked him how it was possible that he had a twin essence he merely smiled and said but I too have a twin essence my child. He told me his twin essence was Radha and she held the other archetype which went with love and it was compassion. Immediately before the question materialised in my confused brain – I was only a five year old child then – he informed me that Jesus also had a twin essence and it was Mary Magdalene. I had not heard of her then and confused her with the Mother Mary of the chapel in the Convent I studied at but he told me that it was not her although it was her all the same. When I looked at him confused he merely smiled and told me that one day I would understand how you could be one thing and not it at the same time. He also told me that time and time again love came to the world and had to die until it was the right Time for love to be the only thing that existed. He told me that every Time, Love had to sacrifice itself knowing that it had to continuously evolve until all beings within this world had learned to live in the love and not otherwise. He added that when that Time came, we would all transcend into a different kind of world. I had forgotten that talk and the other talks I had with him as he visited me frequently growing my love of him although I had to hide it from my bodily mother who disapproved this connection. My bodily father though often looked at me knowingly and seemed to understand although I had never really voiced anything out. I still don’t understand though why love had to continue dying and why Jesus of all people who was so pure and so full of Love, bringing so much love and proof of its existence to others also had to die.
“You see”, I interrupt again, “Jesus was not the Source, he was merely a part of it, an archetype of it. A part of Jesus though had grown to increasingly identify itself fully with Source and to reject portions of the teachings on the archetype that he himself had come to teach to the world. When Source realised that this earth-bound essence of Love was being confused with the whole of it and that even despite that and all the miracles of love showered on the people, they would not understand the ultimate message, Source informed Jesus that he too must die because his message of Love was simply not going through and people did not understand it because of the emergence of an alternate self within Jesus himself that he needed to transcend. That alternate self was diluting the message of his own essence and the people he had come to guide to walk in the Love simply did not know what they were doing and would ultimately end up killing the Love archetype in their hearts if it were not allowed to regenerate again in a different form, at a different Time.”
But he was resurrected according to the Christian tradition, Rita cries out adding, and he was not misguided. He was only Love and never had an alternate self. How can you say such a thing? How can such pure love be considered to have been tainted? She adds disbelievingly.
“It is a simple thing really” you step in to say “Jesus was also manifested into this Earthly realm and even though he retained a larger connection to his etheric self and his ultimate archetype, he was also to an extent subject to the meanders of this world of matter and occasionally allowed his bodily self to vibrate unaligned and create an alternate self that was not ego although it was slightly out of the way of his archetype. In order for him to realign and become his archetype of Love again so that his mission would ultimately be accomplished, he had to die in this world and yes he was resurrected in his etheric form but his bodily remains had dissolved instantly as with all the other pure archetypes of Love sent to this worldly realm when they flow back into pure love again. Source had explained to Jesus that he had to go back to it and regenerate before coming back as a pure unadulterated archetype again when the Time was ripe. Basically, Love had to die and be remembered for its qualities and lived through several bodily frames that were fully open to the evolving of the archetype so that it could evolve through them in this world until it was ready to be regenerated again, pure” you say.
Rita shook her head, not convinced. Why would it have to die? It could simply be redirected as an archetype and evolve naturally through other beings ready to realise it. Why did it have to die? she added almost in a whisper as her heart was already telling her the answer.
“You know the answer” Kali said fiercely
“Mother, she is still weak, please let me explain to her in the ways of her world” Kayla interrupted gently.
Kali took a step back, her blazing eyes fierce though compassionate as she studied my crestfallen face. “Never mind” she said in a softer tone. “I am leaving you in charge of her guidance and make sure that I do not have to come here and lap up her bloodied essences back into her again” she added quietly before dissolving in the fog together with Shiva.
“It had to die because the world was not ready for it then because even its archetype had strayed from its mission and become slightly confused with its bodily frame on occasion. Jesus had worked with his twinflame Mary Magdalene but often he would lapse in his essence and let the bodily frame make the choices that only his etheric self should have made clearly.”
We cannot see past the choices we don’t understand, Rita whispered softly. We have all of us forsaken love, we have all of us chosen to live only in the mind and in the matter it produces without looking at what is beyond, the energy, the love that connects us all. As each of us understands this choice, we will then awaken to a world where Love will manifest again fully as an archetype and does not have to die anymore, she adds.
“Yes my darling child” I tell her pleased with her progress as I beam at you through our joined essences. “You have understood your choice and now you can see past it and allow the River of Time to flow both ways again for you. Now all you have to do is see whether you want to maintain that choice or change it in whatever way you wish”
Rita smiles as she opens her eyes and looks at me fully seeing my essence. I have made up my mind she says softly and will put it all across as usual through the creative output you have granted me to express myself.
“Yes my darling child” you tell Rita. “Source decided that the twinflames should be clearly indicated their mission when the connection started fully and understand that the mission is more important than their attachment to each other. This has now become the work of the twinflames” you add. “They must come together first joining in Love and working through the evolution of that Love as well as helping other beings who come to them with their relational problems until everyone, everywhere in this realm has finally understood and accepted the nature of Love. It is only when that happens that you will all reach what some of you have identified as the Golden Age. Unfortunately many misguided beings have interpreted in different ways these teachings and only use the concurrent teachings of Love and the Flow of Time to create alternate realities that suit them on a very material level instead of helping the Love evolve. Even those twinflames who have not been able to connect for whatever reason should still continue to live within their archetype be it Love or any other archetype which actually all go back to the same ultimate reality which is Source. In every choice of connecting though, you need to understand what you have chosen without judging either yourself or the other twinflame, without forcing the connection but without forsaking it either”
Rita smiles at Kalen and marvels how much his projection of him as she sees him now reminds her of Martin and of his essence when it beamed at her through the looking glass opposite her bed. Don’t leave me alone too long though Kayla, she say. I count on your guidance as you sow the clues of synchronicity for my past self so that I may trace myself back here and hopefully with Martin. If he does not come, I hope you will come for me in the future when I am an old and tired woman just as you did for Nina and that you will take me back with you so that I may ease this ache within me. He had promised me that he would not act like Harold did. He seemed so much in love and so truthful when he made those promises to me as we lay in that bed and before that on that couch. I can slowly even remember all those future times when he was here beside me and we were growing old together. I don’t understand his choice though but hope that he will be able to understand it and see through the world of illusion that cloaks his heart and misguides his mind.
“I hope so too my darling” I say softly embracing her as we get ready to leave her again. She stands up to wave goodbye, resolutely in the now of her alternate reality and as we leave we see her through the web of Time which is fading curled up in her bed her nose buried in Harold’s clothes which still bears the smell of Martin’s essence. “I feel sad for her pain whether it is temporary or permanent” I tell you, my essence already wavering at her sadness though it is less acute as she seems to have gained some sort of a new-found confidence in her alternate reality.
“She will be fine” you answer in my essence, drawing me closer as we warp back on the way towards Source.
Meanwhile, Rita wakes up from the dream with the vivid impression of having gone somewhere though she cannot remember exactly where. She remembers the Time spent together with her twinflame, the love, the agony and Pain of separation, the longing. After pacing throughout the room she finally understands now that the Rita of her dreams as she had chosen to call her is actually her. She slowly sits on the couch and begins writing the Fourth chapter of this incredible recount, her hands trembling as she fully realises now that she was not piecing together a novel created from parts of an imaginary dream but she is writing her own story as it unfolds backwards and frontwards through this flowing, coursing, raging, beautiful and yet often agonising River of Time. Her choice is made or rather made again and she feels more than she knows with her mind that Kayla approves of it as does Mother. After all, whatever the outcome, in Love, there is only Love…
Mind and Heart perception
Visit of Shiva to Sati replicated in the visit of Father to one of the manifested archetypes of Mother, his consort