I woke up this morning with a message in my head.
"We're all trying to be kind, you know."
These the words I heard on waking. I hadn't even switched on the computer as I hauled myself up to make tea for the household to lie-in with (it's Sunday), lines running through my head as I sorted the logistics around a boiling kettle. The list of kind people ran through my head like a written identity parade - my karmic partner, TF, siblings, children, mother, all nice people struggling to get on with life and making that struggle as struggly or otherwise as their thoughts allow. "Forget the ego-junkie," said the invisible narrator, "who endlessly seeks the next fix to make them happy. Forget the control freak - none has control. Forget the...."
I could see where this was going. Having got a little more to grips with 5D yesterday there was going to be another lecture this morning. I dutifully delivered tea.
Then I switched on the computer to find my TF had delivered the same message via social media. He's a very private person who doesn't like to be called out, so I won't. That's the deal. I could list the reasons for the tragedies of train-wrecks but my point of view and his (or anyone else's, for that matter) was neatly encapsulated in his paraphrasing, a talent which doesn't go unnoticed, and makes him rather difficult to ignore. For it has to be said that in the battlefield of all those aspects of Self which could fall under the narrator's scrutiny, all kinds of tactics are employed, and ignoring is certainly one of them.
I'd woken up with a sea of humanity in mind, scrabbling up the bank away from the surge of corruption that threatens like a Tsunami to carry inevitable (unpleasant) consequences. It matters not how They wrap it up, or which sector They operate in, or what They want (notwithstanding the vague guess that "They all want the same thing"), They are a swell of people busily feeding on - and thereby feeding - a frenzied swarm of corruptive practices which has us wondering how much worse it's going to get before it gets any better. Yet according to this morning's message, they are all kind people, waiting for a chance - "A chance for what," you may ask, "at whose expense?"
Thus we loop the system, to find in the strains of our own impatience a chance to vent frustration on those we love the most.
I'm not a particularly patient person, and I'm much too soft according to my own reasoning. Others have agreed with the former and disagreed with the latter, telling me things about myself I have trouble believing. My soft parts were ravaged somewhat by a dalliance with the Science Forum, and in this respect I could agree with myself while determinedly fighting my corner. The lesson was learned - post there with evidence according to the parameters, or be prepared to be torn down by a pack of Positivist protesters who seemingly want Science all to themselves.
The point, it seems, is to work on patience - or any of those qualities (virtues, some might say) which we find, once Ego-Junkie has been silenced, ourselves to be short on. Not to say that people change, for at the level of our own source, we probably don't, but we certainly have the capacity to evolve our thinking processes and do ourselves (and others) more favours in the process than we would if we stood around waiting to die. Control Freak carries the desire to be right in outweighing the desire to be true, fair, conciliatory or humble. Humility has a place in all this, as does freedom of spirit - in such freedom we find answers for ourselves.
This morning's events brought with them a dozen red synchronicities to flourish for their season, and like everything else, to fade in time. Nothing is forever - a concession with a caveat - 'forever' is determinable only in terms of infinity, and to scientists infinity is a nuisance. We have a chance to do something with our lives that's part and parcel of what's happening in the world and make our allegiance count. Very 'Lord of the Rings' stuff. Very 'Harry Potter'. And if the work done on these lines is anything to go by, it could prove to be very scientific too, but we've got a long way to go to prove it.
Kathy is the author of Quantumology. She met up with quantum mechanics in 1997, pledging allegiance to its sources thereafter. These are her personal thoughts and testimonies.