Hey everyone. Today let me tell you a story.
There was a creator, ours, as a matter of fact, and it was exploring. Just as it eternally did. It reached out into the everything it had imagined and didn’t see anything new. Nothing novel to excite or interest it. Just everything it already and eternally knew.
Now everything it knew was beyond amazing. But it wanted more than amazing. It wanted to be surprised.
So, this creator, let’s call it I, (for “Insert” your own choice/creator here), decided to breathe a bit of itself into sentience and see what would happen. The prime ingredient of I itself, was free will.
This prime ingredient immediately decided things that I had never thought of. I was having the time of its life now; things were getting interesting.
I knew, because it had never relinquished itself from these bits of sentience, that it consistently would make all decisions in concert with the balance of creation itself. There was only one way to do that, and it was to allow. It was a brilliant plan, if I said so itself.
I was thrilled.
Allow became the operative word in every component of life. It was immediately followed by the necessary component to this process of “allow”, which was trust.
I noticed that this word, trust, did something surprising yet again and pretty quickly.
Trust inspired something beyond I itself, a word not necessary to support the balance of life. So, trust became the lynch pin word, the word, in this trinity of words, that, like the proverbial straw, seemed to break the camel’s back. Maintaining trust was hard.
In fact, this new and unnecessary word was inspired by something else that rose up within sentient versions of I. And that something was Fear.
And Fear, as the story goes, led to a word clearly separate from I itself; Control.
So, there were three forces behind all of creation, and they were:
And there were two forces, NOT, and they were:
Things were getting pretty wild now. Sentience was all over the place, and it was growing. As allowing and trusting grew, so did fear and control. Sentience imagined itself to be all of these things. From almost every angle, it looked way out of control. Every “other” and every “time” and each “place” was contributing. Fear and control went viral.
Free will, as the operating principle, seemed to be at cause. Everything was glorified and magnified and most of sentience was terrified as a result.
There was one angle where things were not chaotic. It was from the seventy quadrillion trillion-foot view. From there, there was balance. This was where I stood. And I knew there was a plan.
Some of sentience remembered this plan, and they were here and waiting for the moment.
These bits of sentience took shape in the wildest of ways, angels dressed as soldiers or children or politicians or elders or plumbers or moms or sons or dentists or musicians or talk show hosts or waiters or cashiers. When their time came to participate in the plan, they did. They did so in their own way. They knew, somewhere, that there was a plan, and they had trust.
Those that had forgotten the plan seemed to outnumber those that remembered it. Yet even that did not change its effectiveness. Awareness and intention clarified and magnified the force of those angels who remembered. Those that remembered the plan, knew this.
And so, they continued with their part in this plan, in spite of the viral going’s on of fear and control. They seemed to be motivated by something else. Something that you couldn’t read in the headlines, but something that you could feel. It was this other thing that was growing, and propelling the plan perfectly. It was this other thing that I could see from its the seventy quadrillion trillion-foot view.
This other thing was held in all of sentience, for, as the story goes, all of sentience is ONE. That may be another story for another day.
This other thing is the thing really evident from where I stood. It was popping up everywhere. And it was expanding exponentially. It was quietly and invisibly going viral. It was the core ingredient, the source, of creation itself. It was a restorative force, the necessary component for balance to be maintained eternally. As such, it was a part of every bit of sentience.
Every single “other” held this ingredient, whether knowingly or not. This other thing, the thing that I could see was going invisibly viral, was love.
I noticed that the time was approaching for the big reveal. This was part of the plan always. It was scheduled to occur when the love within had spread enough to meet I itself. It was then that there would be a sort of contact point. It would no longer be an invisible force, but tangible and real to all of sentience. An event of such magnitude and beauty that there are no words to contain it successfully.
The one thing I was waiting for was the volume. The volume of the angels was set on about a “3”. It needed to be higher, some of sentience was particularly hard of hearing. They needed to be louder. It needed to be an “11”. And so, I sent out a message to the angels to ramp it up a bit. I told them that it was time. That the moment had arrived. They had to trust and allow and love unencumbered. That they knew what to do. It was show time. The curtains were wide open.
The angels responded.
They say, the light that entered all of creation was so brilliant that for one eternal moment, Oneness was experienced viscerally. It was magnificent. It forever imprinted its brilliance on creation itself. This is why this story can be told without “time”. It is an eternal moment. It happens always. It occurs when I see that sentience has recognized the ONE truth.
That truth that you are One. You have anchored the light. It is done.
Thank you, angels.
With appreciation for all that you are,
I AM Sophia
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