I just awoke from a dream. Please understand, my dreams are not as most understand the concept of “dreams.” My dreams are a bringing forth into my consciousness instructions, guidance, hints and clues for assisting humanity to awaken from their unconscious waking dreams.
In my “dream,” a young boy: adorable, about six years old, brown hair; was gaining confidence from his mother. The mom: kneeling, arm around the boy’s shoulder, mouth to her son’s ear, was imbuing him with strength and conviction that he could proceed on his appointed task.
The mother left the building, though I saw her through the glass wall behind her little boy. The youngster lifted his head and took a step forward before he began. He spoke with strength, conviction, delivering his first sentence with the residual power imbued within him from his mother. Then he faltered, sputtered, stopped. After a few awkward moments, I realized he needed more assistance. Directly in front of him, I knelt and held out my arms. The youngster stumbled within my embrace, nuzzling his face in my shoulder. For a few moments I silently held him, then drew back and looked within his eyes. “You. Can. Do. This.” I whispered. Slightly nodding back to me, he returned to his previous spot and turned back around, facing the audience who was otherwise unseen by me. Opening his mouth, he confidently began again. I awoke.
Unawares to most, I am truly awake. I see. I understand the human dilemma which keeps humanity blind. I am here to wake up the rest of humanity, giving them confidence to proceed with their eyes open and their hearts passionately… and integrously… aligned and ready to deliver them Self from their innermost parts. You see, I am the proverbial midwife to help each individual give birth to them Self. As such, I resume my rightful position in our mutual relationships: I AM the “Mother of All Living;” The one responsible for bringing all into existence to begin with. Who else should be required to clean up the mess we have gotten ourselves into through lack of understanding and failed confidence? Who but me should take responsibility for imbuing YOU with the inner conviction you lack to deliver your Self to the rest of Us?
Many who have gone before me have similarly attempted to awaken humanity from their delusional “tea-parties.” Plato gave his “Allegory of the Cave,” Jesus presented unwritten by him yet volumes of parables, Joseph gave his Endowment, Nemelka presented “The Sealed Portion,” Anonymous offered “Human Reality: Who We Are and Why We Exist,” and throughout recorded history, many others have attempted to allegorically gift to humanity insight into the human dilemma.
But, choosing instead to keep their heads buried, the perfunctory efforts to excuse these works away instead of allowing these works to open themselves up to the reader so that the reader could open him Self up to himself… like flamingoes, humanity has chosen to continue in blindness.
I began writing my own life story, looking even more deeply and examining my own life, in 2003. Before then, nay ALWAYS, I have sought for Truth, wanting and ready for far more than others around me. In 1993, when I received my unprecedented “Baptism of Fire” where I literally BECAME… and saw my self, my physical body as… A PILLAR OF FIRE… my quest to KNOW and REALIZE the totality of Who I AM took on an even heightened intensity. As promised, my seeking has not been in vain. I have sought and I have found… *ME.*
Knowing *ME,* my Self… from the INSIDE-out… has allowed me to see the human dilemma as it is, understanding the mortal drama, for what it really is as well. As I have dealt with people in ways that their True-Aware-Real Selves have guided my interactions, the individuals have often felt uncomfortable. The buried-head-in-the-sand individuals have realized with discomfort that I do not play by the accepted “tea-party” rules that others in their existences do.
Last night, David and I ate at a buffet. My eyes and heart were savoring the drama around me simultaneous with my taste buds becoming satisfied. The 30-something man whose shirt proclaimed “Same Shirt/ Different Day:” I tuned into “his world,” his reality. The high-lighted brunette server, “Can I get you anything else?” with her in-place smile was mentally replaying the conversation with her friend from earlier while she was, simultaneously, attempting to be present in our overlapping reality.
Each individual universe, walking upon their two feet, interacting verbally, through actions, but most of all through the invisible energy exchanges, is mostly so unaware of what is really playing out. The “flamingo syndrome.”
Because of fear.
Fear of pain.
Each says, quietly, unconsciously:
“If I open the eyelid of my inner eye and choose to really see what’s going on in this world, it might hurt! It’s easier, safer, to remain asleep, to participate in the human drama under the guise of being alive, real, while all the while something deep within me knows that I am a ‘living’ robot.”
Yes, lifting our heads up, opening both our inner and outer eyes… completely… taking off band-aids, can sometimes smart. Yet, to get to the underlying wound, clean it up, allow the festering pus inside to escape and be cared for properly so that complete healing can take place is the only way.
People often shy away from me because they know on a deep level that I see beneath their superficial band-aids. I feel the festering wound within. I look at “them” and witness the “whited sepulcher filled with dead men’s bones” that they spend so much money, attention, and time to maintain as “presentable” and even “honorable” to all the other likewise “asleep” avatars. Yet, I have promised each Real-True-Higher Self that I will write words, speak Truth, and present to their mortal avatars “Light” that can assist the dawning of a new day, birth them into the Reality of Truth… When they are ready to “wake-up,” allowing the Light to come in, understanding of what’s really taking place and Who They Actually Are to be capable of entering in to their awareness… then and only then will they discover who they Really Are; their True Identity.
Recently, one of my sons and his young wife visited for the weekend. To his credit, he is the most open of all of my “LDS” children. Yet, none of them have ever really been ready to look yet at their own inner ulcers and heal. How do I know this? Because since 2003 when I began earnestly writing my own life story and uncovering the veils of the human dilemma, not one of my own biological children… except Kyle (of course) and Krystal… have been brave enough to read my book. None have dared to be introduced to Who *I* REALLY Am. Without knowing *ME,* their mother, none of my children can know who *THEY* Are.
In preparation for taking my son and his wife out to lunch at one of my favorite nearby restaurants, I pointed out the large (about 3 foot by 3 foot) framed picture on my family room wall, a piece of art that Spencer has seen hundreds of times. The owner of this particular restaurant received in night vision the content and prayer of this picture which he proudly displays upon the wall of his sandwich shop. In 2002, he helped me procure my own copy.
As I drew Spencer’s attention to the artwork, I proceeded to tell him about Cyrus, my friend and the one responsible for its coming forth. I commented about my deep feelings of respect and the immediate connection that I had felt upon meeting Cyrus in 2000, our bond as spiritual “brother and sister.” In attempting to communicate to Spencer about the level of integrity of my friend, I shared that one day while going through my divorce with his dad, Cyrus called me, broken and distraught, revealing that D.W. (Spencer’s dad) had just heatedly left his shop, meanly… and wrongly… accusing him and I of carrying on an affair.
Spencer, hearing this (or at least the beginning of this), jumped up. “Mom, I don’t want to hear this! I love my dad!” I immediately responded. “I love your dad, too! Always have, always will. But as long as you continue to judge what is good and appropriate to see and own about him, you can not Really love him, just the illusion you carry in your mind about him.”
And that, there, folks, is the cause of the world’s delusions. It is this very unwillingness to look… really look… and see… really see… and own… really own… all that is hidden… about our selves, about each other, about individuals as well as the groups of individuals who have colluded (“secret combinations”) to continue the blindness of the human drama FOR THEIR OWN illusory selves’ sakes… that is behind all the grief and pain, the grotesque depravity that our blind selves are passive-aggressively perpetrating upon each other. !!!!!!!!!!!
Isaiah knew that a mother cannot forget her nursing child. Isaiah 49:15 15: “Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne? Though she may forget, I will not forget you!” Isaiah knows who I AM. Speaking prophetically, he knew that I would never, could never forget my children, biological AND spiritual. Though they might try to forget me or imagine me as someone I am Really and Actually NOT, I will not and cannot forget them; Nor my promise to them long before any of them (that includes You, dear reader) took upon themselves mortality.
Late Monday night, I received a phone call. The hushed yet distressed male voice on the other end pleaded: “Kimberly, this is an emergency. Can you and David pick me up? I would never call you like this, but a gun is involved, my life is at stake. Awful things are going on. I need to get out. NOW!” The human being on the other end, “L,” I had only recently met. Two days before Thanksgiving, our town had sponsored a senior citizen dinner which David and I attended. There was “L,” a “homeless-looking” man on the next table whom David recognized as being his brother’s wife’s brother, long dis-owned from the LDS family as an embarrassment.
I was soon to find out. After the dinner, David introduced me to “L.” Soon he was crying in my arms, unburdening his soul.
Since four years old, young “L” had been made to perform procedures in secret with his veterinarian LDS dad and his goats, pigs, his LDS ward’s Bishop and other men. He cried that he never even figured out until he was 12 years old and one Sunday in his Deacon’s Quorum meeting he heard that the activities his dad had made him perform were heinous in the sight of God. His soul became unburdened as he was allowed to claim the ugly feelings for what they were, yet then all hell had broken loose. No one wanted to hear him!
A local man, “B. Reel,” just excommunicated from the LDS church last week, has discovered the same thing. There is MUCH hidden from sight that those in positions of (supposed) “power” wish to keep secret. No one wants to hear what is “safely” hidden from sight! The “good little boys and girls” who have carved out their little “tea-party” lives DON’T GIVE A DAMN about what is going on “behind the closed doors” of their neighbors and others. They would rather keep their heads buried in the sand, their eyes closed, their “I’m a devoted son” mentalities of “Don’t tell me what might be uncomfortable to hear because then I might just have to do something, I might have to face a delusion, make a decision and… change. I might have to take off my own band-aids and look beneath the surface at my own self. Hell! I might have to admit that I have been living a lie, that I don’t even know who I really am! That the church I pay my tithing to, the one that I hold up as so honorable and good, that purports to be organized and validated as in Jesus’ name is NOT REALLY what it wants me to believe it is!”
And so “L’s” call. Why? He had just discovered that a woman he had been staying with had been secretly using her own children for “kitty porn.” He had found videos, had captured and transferred them onto his own phone (which she had stolen back). Needing to go to the “authorities” yet without his previous “evidence,” she and her accomplice are now threatening his life.
WHEN WILL THIS STOP?!
When will the “whistle-blowers” be believed?
When will the “flamingoes” take their heads out of the darkness and Listen and WAKE UP?
When Jesus was preparing those few who listened for his departure, he promised them “another comforter.” Without a “name,” this “One” who would assist His few followers is known as “the Holy Ghost,” a “spirit” or enigma. In their grand ignorance, those who THINK they know who this Being is prevent themselves from even accepting Its gifts because they deceive themselves into believing that they already Have “IT!” This “third member of the Godhead,” an integral part of “the Holy Trinity,” the “One” whose responsibility it is to “teach them all things and bring all things to their remembrance” is only possible to entertain, to KNOW, to become, when one first and foremost “becomes as a pure little child” and, with a completely opened mind and heart, starts listening to things they “don’t want to hear,” begins looking beneath the surface level of things, investigating the “upstanding” organizations that they adhere to.
Who are you NOT?
You are NOT who you THINK you are! You are NOT who you have paraded and pretended yourself to be!
Who ARE You?
YOU are “the Holy Ghost!” Yet, you have erroneously identified with ANOTHER image, the ego! The “Natural Man” who is “an enemy to God!” “Lucifer,” he who “fell from heaven” by closing his eyes to the Reality of Who He (Really) Is and adopting a false persona while believing the false personas of the asleep (lacking consciousness/ light) others!
The ego, very simply, is your deeply ingrained belief that you are a separate self. It is the natural and obvious picture of the self you seem to be in this world. Housed within your own personal body is your own private mind to which you alone have direct access. You seem to think and feel, will and experience, suffer and find happiness, independently of anyone else.
Being a separate self may seem harmless enough, yet as soon as you began to believe that you were separate, you were inevitably drawn into a destructive relationship with the world around you. The reason is simple. If you are separate, what you gain, the world loses; what it has, you do not. The ego thus very quickly becomes an image of attack on the whole for the sake of your self. To eat, to be safe, to succeed, to survive at all, it appears that you must be the victor over your surroundings. This thought permeates you so deeply and so completely that it seems to be the essence of life itself, both human and natural; the maintenance and benefit of the individual based on the devouring and conquering of the world around it.
In truth, we are innocent children of God, who are not fallen and who are not evil, but are simply mistaken, spiritually Unconscious and blind, living an illusion.
It is not until, and only when one clenches one’s teeth, takes one’s head out of the proverbial sand (material world of delusion) and peels off one’s band-aids that one can see the True Holy Self hidden within him Self and then within each other “Self.” Seeing then rightly, one can deliver him Self with conviction, just as the young boy in my dream. No more masks hiding the Truth of who we are, the facades of grotesque organizations who pretend to operate in Jesus’ name and for His sake.
No more an enigma.
The *YOU* that You ARE!
(To be continued.)
In my pursuit of Real Truth, I have given up everything. Crawling through the “eye of the needle,” I have learned the *mysteries* and am now giving my life to assist YOU to dis-cover Who *YOU* really are, along with your unique gift to offer humanity. As you learn to seek (in the right place and with purified intent), you WILL find treasures of lasting value, along with every promised reward. Together, we will establish a society of humane beings and live life ALIVE, on PURPOSE, and with a sociality unequaled… because we will each BE and view each other as equally and profoundly DIVINE! Please… catch this Hope and Vision and join with me.