by Tim Murrin, April 7, 2013
DrG,
I certainly missed your update to SOAR and the Eire Gaiaportal on Friday.
Saturday made up for that lack of news with many reports of the ‘experience of Essence’ as the success stories of PAT being in the NOW moment of soul expression, influences on people and events, and joyfully anticipation, awaiting physical body return to Divine Dust Upon the Winds of Creation.
I noticed Friday of the people about me that they are nearly overripe for the plucking, ready for the Harvest as if the thief in the night had already struck un-noticed to strip all defenses, habituated conditioned thoughts and behaviors to leave them all raw and vulnerable, gasping for breath wondering, proclaiming what now, what to do next.
It is now so blatantly overly apparent that everyone is seeking higher path or else they are in real time snatched by soul catchers and sent to Planet B.
I too experienced as you reported and others confirmed — a pulse in energy within past 24 hrs. The week did spurt bye, past in a flash as if a high speed burst of experience only understandable in hindsight.
Friday afternoon brought me fatigue, weariness as sense of being becalmed in the doldrums with nothing but a day’s effort to maintain disciplines to keep up appearances. Breathe and brush the teeth, swap the decks and polish the brass one more time ad infinitum.
Saturday morning I walked to the 7th Day Adventist Church for breakfast provided for the elderly, poor and/or homeless. It is a church neither catholic nor protestant but established on understanding that Saturday not Sunday is the official Sabbath. [???] However they are pro vegetarian, no meat, health food and naturalistic health doctrine oriented.
The regular staffs of seniors who cook breakfast were assisted by several 20-22 old men and women from local religious college. This was unusual exception to routine provided as opportunity for service to young people.
My charismatic presence kept attracting the attention as eye contact across the room of a beautiful in face and attractive in body woman with curly golden tresses down her back, a shy and modest soul.
As I stood at the end of the line of people receiving food I noticed no one gave attention to her as she served food to the plates. When I got before her I said: “Are you the famous and beautiful supermodel who everyone says is in love with me?” She recovered from the shock to proclaim “NO!” My comeback was “Watch Out for Me Because I AM In Love With You!”
After the meal I approached her, introduced myself, told her that meeting her had made my day, advised her to live by the health teachings of the church, give herself to God with all her heart and soul, and to become the Bride of Christ as this would preserve her from any and all problems with men.
Such is the FUN and enjoyment I am experiencing.
__You wrote 4.4__
“I am only curious to know this woman who is able to run the orgasmic waves for hours. I have not met such a woman yet and I must have missed something very important in this life as I see it now on the cusp of our physical transition to light bodies.”
These last days, weeks, months and years I miss and desire almost more than ascension the fun enjoyment of passion and intimacy, communication and communion of energetic union with a woman.
Imagine the surprise when not invoking, seeking, expecting, or anticipating such union, I met Shannon. Thus it truly was a divine gift from my soul-Spirit to encounter her.
I want you to know the impact I had on her soul. As previously reported to you my last conversation with her was on a Monday when Shannon and I shared together a deep love affirming breath and gave each other a hug after the encounter with her friend, the physiatrist.
Then Wednesday was the full moon, her menses, after which the next two days her resistance totally collapsed such that by Friday prior to Easter Sunday — Shannon was totally surrendered to nothing more or less than an incarnation of the Divine Feminine — emanating radiant iridescent Divine Love. More Love than I have ever seen anyone embody.
That same week someone reveled to me that she was no longer married, but had experienced a divorce, which she confirmed to me. I thought when I spoke my seemingly final goodbye to her Friday afternoon that she was nothing but LOVE, thus perhaps would make ascension before me or any member of PAT.
This past week since Easter, Shannon’s workload was such that we had no time to share other than my communication that I am still physically here and just like a pregnant woman over ready for it to be done with, and she understood with humor and acknowledged such.
I sensed this week after Easter a total change in her priorities. Then during the week 4 people approached me to ask if I knew what happened to Shannon as they thought she had totally changed, to which I replied I don’t know what happened.
If still here next week, I have a message to deliver to Shannon as my all said and done, final parting words of acknowledge and encouragement. We will see how it all goes!
So I am experiencing my soul force manifest as beautiful daily experiences of life as I await the manifestation of PAT’s Destiny; “the only thing we can know for certain is that nothing is for certain except ascension!!”
The reference point is this: surrendering to the steady state absoluteness within the constancy of change itself leads to a much greater potential unfolding. On the other hand, if you surrender to the uncertainty, which change brings, you are surrendering to the limitations of the circumstance and not the potential!
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DrG — I return as a favor to you for the favor you gave me in reference to physiatrists needing the painful “walk to Canossa“.
Canossa is something I had no knowledge of and did the research to understand, which an incredible story it is, so thanks for the reference.
I was prompted to research a memory of something Shakespeare wrote “As make the angels weep”.
I discovered both Shakespeare and Dickenson made numerous references to ‘tears’ as metaphor for the awakening of the soul.
“As make the angels weep”, is from “Measure for Measure” of which I was not familiar until now. It deals with women, their essence as creativity via sexuality:
“Measure for Measure” is a play by William Shakespeare, believed to have been written in 1603 or 1604. It was (and continues to be) classified as comedy, but its mood defies those expectations. As a result and for a variety of reasons, some critics have labeled it as one of Shakespeare’s problem plays. Originally published in the First Folio of 1623 (where it was first labeled as a comedy), the play’s first recorded performance was in 1604. The play deals with the issues of mercy, justice, and truth and their relationship to pride and humility.”
What I return as a favor is excerpts from the plays’ dialogue, assembled not in order of expression, but in a way that perhaps expounds a deeper understanding of the essence of what was communicated via the play.
I hope this summarized it all, the human condition — and be my last words to communicate to you as I know you will get it – as you too weep for humanity.
Measure for Measure
Shakespeare
O powerful love!
that, in some respects,
makes a beast a man,
in some other, a man a beast.
Fie on sinful fantasy
” Fie on lust and luxury!
Lust is but a bloody fire,
Kindled with unchaste desire,
Fed in heart whose flames aspire
As thoughts do blow them higher and higher.
Thyself and thy belongings
Are not thine own so proper, as to waste
Thyself upon thy virtues, them on thee.
Heaven doth with us as we with torches do,
Not light them for themselves; for if our
Virtues did not go forth of us, ’twere all alike
As if we had them not.
Believe not that the dribbling dart of ‘love
Can pierce a complete bosom.
Why I desire thee?
To give me secret harbour, hath a purpose
More grave and wrinkled than the aims and ends
Of burning youth.
As fond fathers,
Having bound up the threat’ning twigs of birch,
Only to stick it in their children’s sight
For terror, not to use, in time the rod.
Dead to infliction, to themselves are dead;
And liberty plucks justice by the nose;
The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart
Goes all decorum.
Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win,
By fearing to attempt.
We must not make a scare-crow of the law,
Setting it up to fear the birds of prey,
And let it keep one shape, till custom make it
Their perch, and not their terror.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall:
Some run from brakes of vice, and answer none:
And some condemned for a fault alone.
Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so;
Pardon is still the nurse of second woe.
Condemn the fault, but not the actor of it?
No ceremony that to great ones ’longs,
Not the king’s crown, nor the deputed sword,
The marshal’s truncheon, nor the judge’s robe,
Become them with one half so good a grace
As mercy does.
Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once;
And He that might the ’vantage best have took,
Found out the remedy.
How would you be,
If He, which is the top of judgment,
should But judge you as you are?
O think on that;
And mercy then will breathe within your lips,
Like man new made.
O, it is excellent
To have a giant’s strength; but it is tyrannous
To use it like a giant!
Merciful Heaven!
Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt,
Splitt’st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak
Than the soft myrtle;
but man, proud man !
Dress’d in a little brief authority,
Most ignorant of what he’s most assur’d,
His glassy essence, —like an angry ape,
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven,
As make the angels weep.
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Dear Tim,
beautiful reflections on the eternal themes of Love, Sin and Virtue, Surrender to the Divine, and Final Redemption through Ascension. What better witness to this, than to quote Shakespeare (most probably Christopher Marlowe) as Shakespeare is a living myth, just as Jesus is, but nonetheless more powerful than any living entity in the past.
Which brings us to the conclusion that there are only ideas and all material gestalts associated with them are mere illusions of flawed human senses.
But I agree with you that as long as we live in this illusion, we should strive to make it beautiful and aesthetically attractive. One has the responsibility for all his creation, even if it is an illusion – one can make it ugly as is ubiquitously the case on this toxic planet or one can make it beautiful. And this makes for all the difference.
As far as I see it, you have decided to transform your last days on the earth into the most sublime hymn of personal resurrection – like an angel-phoenix from the ashes of your past earthy existence into the radiance of your ascended Being.
With love and light
George
P.S.: Dear Tim, you mentioned that you missed on Friday my interpretation of the GaiaPortal’s message:
“Purity of Essence” is key to understanding the nature of Gaia intention. Planetary Essence revelation requires clearing of all not in alignment. This includes all of Hue-manity.
As individuals release the “outer dependence illusion”, and align with Inner Guidance, Purity of Planetary Essence is realized. This occurs at many levels, via multiple manifestations.
Stated simply, Gaia Intention is “Purity of Essence”.
I read it after I sent my response to you and found out that I have guessed its message in an astounding serendipitous manner in my comments to you.
