We’ve all had lifetimes where we’ve experienced grand success. Perhaps this is not that lifetime. Not to say that you can’t be successful in this lifetime, but it’s simply not a focus for those of us who have chosen ascension. The focus of this lifetime is ‘completion’: Bringing home everything that’s been “broken”, lost and separated, abandoned, ignored and hidden.
Years ago Adamus Saint-Germain stated his metaphysical theory that pure light attracts pure darkness: Try to be only light, and you can be sure that darkness will find you! I’ve termed this phenomenon the “law of completion”. We are here to find Oneness within. To be all that we are, and to see ourselves from all perspectives.
So if you ever feel less than “successful” in your human life, it’s perfect because in many ways, realizing the master that you truly are entails having to fail as an average human, or even as an average successful human. Hence the following guide: ‘how to fail as a muggle and succeed as a master’.
Indeed there comes a time when you’ll have to give up normal for magical; when likeable gives way to grandness and ordinary is released to allow the extraordinary. And when I say grandness I don’t mean a grander cage, a grander identity or grand limitations. I mean grand as in expanding beyond the parameters of what most humans consider to be real or possible; when you’ll release the chase for the human ideal in order to be truthful to the Free You. You probably won’t be very good at blending in anymore, but perhaps for the first time, you’ll be excellent at being you.
There will be a tendency to hold onto the old, partly because we sense that this is our last chance at being a muggle, or at least at pretending to be one. This is the last time we get to play small, feel limited, and to strive to be a more perfect human, because once we’ve allowed the full realization of our enlightenment, well, there’s no turning back. And so we hold onto this moment and we cherish it. Just know that if you are ready to give up the game of hiding, of trying to be better or more successful at being average, there’s something wonderful waiting on the other side: as a matter of fact, there’s everything waiting on the other side of that threshold: Every perspective, every potential, every possibility.
So I was walking along the path to ascension, nothing strange going on, when one morning I lost an aspect. Not just any aspect, but one of my most cherished and precious ones: the Artist. You know which aspect I’m talking about: this slightly obsessive, passionate for life, curious and ambitious aspect that makes you participate in silly competitions, refuse the job offer that pays well, or even sell yourself, because after all you are the expression of yourself. That aspect that practices with patience for years just to someday get the chance of sharing your art with others. I love all the arts, but the one art form I have spent many lifetimes with and used to have such a passion for in this lifetime is theatre. Theatre, which is as old as human communities and the meeting place of so many art forms.
I checked my pockets, everywhere, but the aspect was gone. I felt inside my heart to make sure, but it was useless – the passion was gone. The drive, the lust to create art. All gone. I panicked: What’s left of me, when this essential part of me is missing? Who am I, when I’m not on the stage, and more, I don’t even have a yearning to be there! I try to get inspired, care about my technique, but I don’t I try to call forth that ambitious self that would go through anything for a part in a play, but there’s no desire, much less ambition. I imagine this is what it feels like to get divorced. After all, this aspect has been in my life for a long time; I actually used to be madly in love with it.
So what happens now that I’m not an artist anymore? It’s almost like being nothing, because it’s worth nothing in my world. We human angels after all were born to be creators. Maybe I was a mistake and don’t belong here? Perhaps I’ve just discovered my true Self that is utterly inartistic? The thoughts are jumping in my head, getting louder by the minute. Maybe I’ll just die this very moment since my number one reason for being on Earth (to create) has lost its value to me. Okay, let’s not be too dramatic here. The point is, I’ve lost what used to be my point of existence. Maybe the aspect will come back to me tomorrow, maybe it just needed a short break…
I do the one thing that’s left in a situation without solutions: I take a deep breath. My life might be falling apart, but let’s just take a deep breath before we continue to panic (that’s me talking to myself).
Well… There is one explanation I wasn’t aware of before. Could it be, that the reason why I can’t see my goals with passion anymore is because I’ve reached them? Maybe I’ve reached the end of the road labelled ‘creating art for the purpose of a better world’. Maybe I’ve fulfilled that part. Maybe the only door open to me now is in the direction of ‘creating art solely for the purpose of me, out of joy, whenever and in whatever way I want to in the moment’. So yes, I can let go of dreams of supporting myself economically through art, because I no longer want to do it for other people or their money. I love other people; I just don’t love doing something because of them. Walt Disney once said: “I don’t make movies to make money, I make money to make movies”.
So I assume that the aspect didn’t vanish, but it certainly went through a transformation. Maybe there can be passion without obsessive ambition. I’ve created out of need for so many lifetimes, now it’s time to create purely out of joy. If and when I feel like it, on my terms. Also, I believe it’s time to free the term ‘art’ of its tight limitations. Who said art needs to be a product? Art for me is when you say an unexpected sentence in a real life situation that makes the heads of everyone in the room turn. Art is when you decide to wear red clothes in the morning (because clearly that day’s colour is red!) and then choose to drink coffee from a red mug instead of a takeaway cup simply because red really resonates with you in that moment. Or when you sing in the grocery store, or write a love letter to your husband and place it one the refrigerator door even though you see him every day. When you buy a flower bouquet for yourself or pour chocolate syrup on your apple during snack time simply to experience the sensation. Art is seeing and expressing the beauty of something, of anything.
Actually, while we’re at it, why not just get rid of the term ‘Artist’ that causes so many creative souls to doubt themselves. I’m a human, so I am a creator! I can create a human inside my body, for heaven’s sake, so if anybody dares to question whether I’m an artist or not (including my aspects), well, I just don’t care anymore. Truly, it’s time to allow ourselves to dream and imagine and be creative without needing to attach specific outcomes, goals or identities to those experiences.
Consciousness is expanding on Earth at unprecedented rate – wonderful, it’s about time, we say. Consciousness is expanding – oh no, we say, everything is changing so fast! What do we hold onto? When we can’t recognize ourselves anymore, what do we identify with? How do we live, as humans, beyond a defined identity? Saint-Germain invites us to experience the “and”, the multidimensionality of our nature.
I used to think that dimensions are like hierarchical levels of the heaven of consciousness: We, the angels, descend down to the lower dimensions to experience human life just so that we can consciously ascend back to the higher dimensions. But where’s the fun in that?
I’m starting to understand, or rather experience, what dimensions are really about. As I see it, multidimensionality is about the multiple dimensions of the Self: The past dimension, the current and the future; the child and the adult; the emotional self and the neutral observer; human, the ascended master and the soul… As we move from experiencing one dimension to another, the experience of the self transforms, rather than our surroundings. Dimensions are like spaces all folded within each other, in the here and now, and we shift our focus from one layer to another. Moreover, we exist in all dimensions at the same time. We can simultaneously see with our eyes, sense with our energetic senses, feel with our hearts. We are not just human until we are just soul. All this time, we are physical, while being electro-magnetic, while being light, while being beyond light. We simply have chosen to focus our attention in order to experience the earthly dimension in its full depth, in its raw, sensual totality. Until we choose to ‘remember’ our experience of several dimensions at once.
I relish the sensual and aesthetic experience of wearing a great pair of shoes, and at the same time, I don’t care in the slightest what I’m wearing, because it really isn’t about the shoes. Hell, it isn’t even about life, it’s all about consciousness. But then again, what a luxury to be able to express the self through style and fashion! Living multidimensionally is seeing the bigger picture of who you are and, at the same time, experiencing all the human troubles and treats in full colour and high definition.
Remember when you were 18, and there were days when you felt totally grown-up? Definitely more grown-up than your parents. And then there were days when you were fooling around with your friends, when being the irresponsible teenager was just so much more fun than being the emerging adult. That’s where we, the consciousness pioneers, are at, spiritually speaking. Did you notice, that nobody gave you a certificate for being an adult? Sure, you received some legal rights, but nobody said: now you have graduated into adulthood, you have a license to be an adult, and others will acknowledge your adulthood. Didn’t happen to me… It’s the same with enlightenment: Nobody will hand you the certificate or give you the keys to unlock the hidden dimensions of yourself. You simply choose, sooner or later, to relate to yourself as a realized master. The rebelling teenager is still there, alive and thriving within us. It’s simply that we have unfolded additional facets of ourselves as time goes by: We don’t “grow up”, we expand in all directions.
We can visually imagine our multidimensional self as a mountain: we exist simultaneously at the foot of the mountain, inside the mountain and at the peak. When we are only conscious of our experience at the foot of the mountain, life is difficult: We only see a few restricted paths with many obstacles right in front of our eyes, we don’t know where and how far the destination is. If we’re lucky or smart, we have a map that’s a bad representation of reality, and know the approximate direction. On the other hand, if we are aware of our dimension on top of the mountain, we have a lot more perspective: We see where the human self is currently standing, we see many different potentials and paths, we even see which path is the easiest in any given situation. We see that the obstacles are really very small, and have no doubt that the human will reach its goal, one way or another. After all, it’s all so easy – if we choose to see it from this perspective.
What freedom, what a relief it is to be able to choose on which dimensions to focus my awareness today. And then, a feeling of dismay: I always had a choice: Through all those difficult and challenging experiences, I chose to experience them from a particular dimension, usually a restricted and painful one, as the lost, separated human me. My soul and my realized self were right there through those experiences – without a drop of worry, because they, of course, had a wider perspective. I was never stuck in the 3-d prison of Earth: All this time I existed in all dimensions! Imagine what I must have missed out on while being so busy concentrating on all the drama down here.
How absurd… This realization almost makes me want to go back to live every experience of my life again, this time choosing to experience them through a different, lighter, dimension. Now I kind of understand this addiction we angels have, coming over and over again to be humans. It wasn’t about experiencing different situations. It was about experiencing those situations as different dimensions of ourselves.
You can choose to be aware of the dimension on top of the mountain right now. When you feel angry, hurt or disappointed, allow yourself to feel everything in its full beauty and rawness. And, at the same time, ask yourself: how will you feel about this incident in five years? Will it still feel like a great catastrophe? When some unexpected chaos enters your reality, when you feel a pain in your chest that feels deeper than the wound of Isis, when you feel the conflict and the sadness in this world, remember that you are a soul, most likely with a thousand or more lifetimes on Earth, and who knows what other experiences elsewhere. And remember: whatever happens, you exist, and the rest is mere entertainment.
Welcome! This blog is written for anyone who is committed to realizing their enlightenment – so proceed at your own risk. My name is Kim, and I will be the host of this virtual dimension. If you listen carefully, you will hear the fire crackling in the fireplace. The flames are there to remind you of your internal fire, the ever-burning passion of the soul. Take a cup of your favourite beverage, lean back in your comfortable armchair, and enjoy the read.