DRL's

There is intelligence to light.  It points the way, illuminates the darkness and tells us what’s ahead.  Lights are used as indicators – should be halt or proceed?  Are we on or off?  Is this where we should turn?  Which way should we go?  We have been told that WE are the light.

A while back my family purchased a new car.  The next day we contacted the dealer to tell them the car was malfunctioning, as the lights stayed on ALL THE TIME.  “Oh, its okay” they told us “that’s just the DRL’s”.  “Okay, what are the DRL”s?” I asked, to which they replied “Daytime Running Lamps”.  I like that.  Day and night our lights are now glowing, turned on and visible.  It is no longer an option to turn off the light.  We are always on.

It is the end of November 2012.  It’s all been said.  We are all waiting; we are on “pause”.  Yet, even while we wait for something we can’t define and has never been – our lights remain ON.  We can see each other clearly.  All of us are lit.

One of our brightest lights is Inelia Benz.  She has put together a beautiful statement about this time we are sharing.  Check out her home at: Inelia Benz.  She describes the 5^th dimension as a place we are creating rather than a destination that exists outside of ourselves.  Our lights, though seemingly paused, are in full mode, busily constructing.

The 5^th dimension is not real, any more than you or I are.  It is a construct of what we believe to be true.  It exists as a place because we’ve made it so.  We could call it anything.  The levels, dimensions and numbers we use are ways to wrap our head around what’s real.  They are naming conventions.  We could call them anything.

Naming it does not remove us from the responsibility for it.  It is not separate from us.  It is not a place we are going.  It is where we will be when we let go of fear.  It is life without the cabal.  It is living within an atmosphere of love.  It is who we are.

There are no other beings who can take us there, and no one to wait for any longer.  We ARE the lights here to show us the way.  We are always on! 

Our DRL’s can no longer be turned off; we are laying the route with our every move.  The next dimension is a name we are calling what it is we are in the process of doing.  It is sort of like calling the intake of air – breathing.

The wisdom and directions come from within; it’s all been said, read and seen.  We are up to the doing.  Just love.  It’s all that’s left.  It’s all that ever was. 

Your light remains on so that I can see you day and night and remember what agape looks like.  You are stunning.

The waiting is over.  We are here.  

~Sophia

If not for the lights

There is a fog this morning, so thick that if not for the lights I wouldn’t be able to see.  Answering some inner longing, I’ve returned to my summer lake.  It is invisible beneath the mist, beyond my perception.  I will remain here though; I need to see what happens.  Memory tells me the sun will burn away this ground level cloud and it will evaporate.  Yet there is doubt.  After years of perpetual hope, I sit in a state of disbelief.

This fog is getting deeper in spots now, closing in, rolling over and hiding the outline of trees on the shore.  I turn on the car so that I will be visible, should anyone else venture here this morning, needing to see it happen.  An hour passes.  The shoreline seems to be coming into focus.  What at first look to be moving mounds of lake grass turn out to be geese, hunting for breakfast.  Life goes on despite the density.

Perhaps that’s the message by the lake here this morning.  I still cannot see the sun yet I’m beginning to trust it is there.  There seem no other options.  Ever human, this desire for dramatic show burns deep.  It is not to be, yet a gradual picture emerges slowly from within the clouds.  Life and perception will not be denied.

If not for the lights I wouldn’t have found my way in the darkness today.  We are not lost in the density any longer; our light is showing the way.  I can feel the sun now, clarity and a view of this beautiful little lake will surely follow.  It required, simply, trust, as well as faith.  Sometimes we can feel truth long before it is evidenced in what our eyes are looking at. 

We will awaken tomorrow to begin a thirty day countdown to December 21^st, 2012.  We’ll need to light the way for each other, and trust.  Once the density clears, the view promises to be spectacular.  We have come for just this moment.

Yesterday I mentioned several others who have said: “We are the Ones we are waiting for.”  The Hopi may very well have said it first, in August of 1999, if my sources are correct.  Please enjoy this wisdom from one of their Elders…

 A Hopi Elder Speaks

"You have been telling the people that this is the Eleventh Hour, now you must go back and tell the people that this is the Hour.  And there are things to be considered . . .

 

Where are you living?
What are you doing?
 What are your relationships?
Are you in right relation?
Where is your water?
Know your garden.
It is time to speak your Truth.
Create your community.
Be good to each other.
And do not look outside yourself for the leader."

Then he clasped his hands together, smiled, and said, "This could be a good time!"

    "There is a river flowing now very fast.  It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid.  They will try to hold on to the shore.   They will feel they are torn apart and will suffer greatly. 

    "Know the river has its destination.  The elders say we must let go of the shore, push off into the middle of the river, keep our eyes open, and our heads above water.   And I say, see who is in there with you and celebrate.  At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally, Least of all ourselves.  For the moment that we do,  our spiritual growth and journey comes to a halt. 

    "The time for the lone wolf is over.  Gather yourselves!  Banish the word struggle from you attitude and your vocabulary.  All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration. 

    "We are the ones we've been waiting for."

-- attributed to an unnamed Hopi elder

Hopi Nation

Oraibi, Arizona