*Written 4/27/19.

I died this morning.

It was right before I woke up.

I woke up from the dream then; the dream where I died.

In that moment, the dying moment, not the waking up moment, I knew everything.
I felt myself die. It was as real as real is.
It was visceral.

I actually died this morning.

I knew that I was dying, and, in that eternal moment, I knew that it was not me that was dying at all.

It was the idea of me that died.

The idea of me is what had been alive this whole time. Alive in the dream. The dream where I died.
The idea of me included everyone I know right now, everyone I love right now and everyone who I was, in that dying moment, leaving right now.

Yet, I wasn’t leaving at all. I was right there.
I was watching myself leave, feeling myself die and simultaneously seeing the truth about death. Death ends only an idea.

This idea, that ends with death, is an idea held by me alone. Me. Alone.

This idea of a solitary death was my first revelation.

Not that I was alone when I died, because I wasn’t. I was with everyone that my life is about.
This life, the one I am living right now.

In that eternal death moment, I realized a profound truth.

I saw what it was all about, and there is no easy way to say this.

It was all about me.

I died alone because I lived alone.

Alone is not quite accurate because the word “alone” invokes a comparison to something, as in “not in the company of others”.

I died alone while in the company of others; that would be more precise.

The others didn’t die. My idea of them as my puppet masters did.

Equate a death moment to watching a puppet, a puppet with strings. During all of its life, it imagines those strings. They are operated by the most important people, events, illnesses, circumstances and abilities in that puppet’s “life”.

The puppet dies when the strings are cut.

Now dead, the puppet, who is no longer attached to anyone or anything at all, stands up. It moves freely on its own. It leaves.

Yet it is not dead and not gone. The idea of itself as a puppet (which was how it had lived its entire life) is the only part that “died”.

In death, the puppet sees its strings for what they are. The puppet is not really a puppet at all. It held an idea of itself as a puppet only. In death, it walks away. It leaves that idea behind.

In that moment, the puppet has a revelation. It realizes it was never about anyone or anything else, never about how they moved it or where they pushed it or pulled it or inspired it or devalued it or loved it or hated it or “wronged” it or helped it or stopped it from going. It was always moving on its own.

Always.

All alone.

The puppet only imagined the puppet masters.

In death, the puppet leaves behind the idea of itself as a puppet. The puppet, the one holding this idea of itself as a puppet, is still going strong.

The level of importance that the puppet gave to the puppet masters is irrelevant upon its death.

None of that matters.

It was always the puppet in control.

Always about the puppet.
 
The second revelation was more than likely the reason I woke up.

This was a dream. A dream where I died.

I actually died this morning.

That moment, that dying moment, held everything and everyone and every time and no time at all.

That dying moment held eternity.

Death is not real. I watched my death, felt my death and witnessed all of me continue as it happened.

It was simple, miraculous, astounding, quick and forever.

This all of me that continued, watched an idea disappear; the idea of me.

This idea disappeared in an instant. This is the instant that we call “death”. 

This moment encompassed the whole.
Immediate comprehension of the meaning and purpose of life itself, resulted.

Yet it felt as if I had merely turned a page.

There was no pain, no fear, no pearly gates or white light. It was a moment of recognition, of awareness, of truth.

It was shocking in its simplicity, its purity, its fullness.

It was an eternal nanosecond.

Death holds forever in its grip and is not at all as advertised.

This idea of waking up, which happens after death, is truth.

I died last night and then I woke up. Nothing is the same.

You are, in every sense, me. You are not mirrors, reflecting me, you are me. I only imagine that you show me who I am. In truth, I am showing myself. I am only using you to do it.

When I died last night, I knew deeply and internally that it was actually and only me all along. Then I woke up. I woke up this morning.
From one dream, the one where I died, to this dream, the one where this idea of me (as Sophia) is now telling you about it in this blog post.

I died last night and today I feel absolutely and specifically alive. More so than I ever have.

Do not be afraid of death nor seek it.

You are so much more than you realize.

You are the One. You have anchored the light. It is done.
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With appreciation for all that you are,
Sophia
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It’s an undecided sorting. Remember that scene in the Harry Potter series where desire overrides natural tendencies?

“Not Slytherin”.

The power of choice overtook the imprint of ability. Just because you’ve done something forever and are an adept – doesn’t mean that’s where you want to stay.

“Gryffindor”.

We are consciously choosing and its hard. Let’s be honest. Those of us who have been here awhile are deeply habited. There are people and places that have become our life.

This time now asks you to consciously choose these people and places, in each and every moment. This is creation in real time. It actually works this way always, yet we’ve become numb to it and blind to the possibility to change it at all. Until now.

This new frequency carries the possibility of 24/7 awareness. You are cognizant of each choice and today you’ll witness the consequence inside of that choosing.

It’s been awhile since there’s been a posting. The reason for that is tied up in this sorting. It’s full-on engagement. Nothing is said or done without considering the consequences.

These sayings and doings are mostly far beyond my comfort zone – and I’ve only just begun. There is sadness as some people and things are left behind. Not all of their parts are destructive, yet this is a building phase and all parts need to be beneficial. Fondness and sorrow remain; a sense of loss. There is love in so many places. As I go someplace else, I leave things and people behind.

And what of this new place I am headed? This is not easy. There are no guarantees. My destination is not fully formed.

What is clear, however, is that my life is under construction. It is moving from feeling somewhat burdensome to feeling instead like an opportunity. In the future I see only green lights and boundless expression, which is not what I am used to. Although that sounds a bit undefined, it feels free. We are on our way my friends, together. And we will sort ourselves.

We are the ones.
We have anchored the light.
It is done.
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Sophia
 
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Hi everyone. This blog has been brewing for several weeks. Globally and personally, changes erupt at a furious pace! What follows is what is rising to the surface…

Clarification feels necessary. The blame game and judgment were introduced here as observations. Not as declarations of ideas that are necessary; not touted as “correct” ways to proceed. Consider this game an opportunity to explore judgment. It is part of polarity here; nearly impossible to avoid while human. You will have to decide. About something. Eventually, about everything.

It is perhaps a convenient solution to spout declarations of oneness or “whatever you do to the least of my brothers, you do unto me”. Yet, for all of our conscious awareness, we find ourselves human. We march out of these veils of forgetting now and approach our authentic selves. Whether our current frequency/assumption is 3D or 5D matters not. We will make these decisions in a physical world.

What is meant by that is – we each have a “history”. We come from families and towns and people and relationships, who we may have hurt and/or who may have hurt us. We each live in places right now, where pretty much the same thing goes on.

Humanity is fraught with emotion. It is one of the clearest reasons to incarnate here. A thrilling ride of love and hate, passion and purpose. We fuel our creative sparks with feelings. They are necessary, vital components of creation. Nothing happens without them.

So, the question remains – what will you do?
When the corruption is deep inside your government and the human trafficking discovered as coming from your home town and the pedophilia ring has members from your church or neighborhood and one of their victims is someone you care about. What will you do?
Is being unaware/asleep an excuse? Are those of us who ignored these things as they happened under our noses and our feet, partly responsible for them?

Oneness implies that we are. “Whatever you do to the least of my brothers, you do unto me” says that on some level, we felt the crime/deception/cruelty/corruption. Is this true? Are any of us blameless? Just how far does responsibility reach?

What is blame?  “To find fault with. To hold responsible.”

What is responsibility?  “the state or fact of having a duty to deal with something or of having control over someone” “the state or fact of being accountable” “the opportunity or ability to act independently and make decisions without authorization”

Hmmm…equality/freedom/sovereignty/self-governance makes blame a nonsensical concept; actually, the definition of blame, which must include the word “responsible”, negates its very existence.

Their definitions explain to us that blame is a verb perpetrated by someone who is assuming the authority in which to do so (assign blame). From where does this authority spring?

Responsibility declares itself as a state of being that exists, now pay attention here, without authorization.

What are we saying here? How can one human, in truth, claim the ability/authority to hold another human responsible for anything, if the state of being responsible (i.e. responsibility) exists without authorization?

Who decides these things?

Ultimately, and absolutely, we do. We have done so and we will continue to do so.

Oh, we may try to parcel it out to law enforcement and government, (as we have been doing up until now), yet we cannot any longer escape our own part in the process or for the product that results. We can no longer kid ourselves.

Why would we want to give any of this away in the first place? To be human is the ultimate gift, holding a thrill-a-minute level pinned on maximum.

Whether resting in superior innocence, quaking in guilty boots, or precariously tiptoeing someplace in between, you are hopefully completely engaged in your life right now. You will make a decision and regardless of who blames you for it, or who you blame it on, it will ultimately be your responsibility.

There are no pat answers. The fingers in this “game of blame” point at all of us.

These ideas are brought up here to engage the question, to introduce the thought. We are refreshing our core, returning to our own truth, emerging authentically in brand new ways as human. From here, these questions are looking for answers personally, intimately and constantly.

These are things we’ll all decide consciously. We cannot turn back. Internally, globally, we speak as one and it is our actions that tell the tale; yours and mine and everyone’s. It is our responsibility and not one to be sluffed off. We tried that once, and look where it has led. We’ve learned. Experience is one hell of a good teacher.

We’ve got this. Our new world awaits.

We are the Ones. We’ve anchored the light. It is done.

With deep appreciation for all that you are,
Sophia 
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