Feb. 2, 2004
Karen: Lingered in bed this morning, to talk to my guides. I did a little re-living... of the non-stop
humiliation and attacks on myself when I was a child... and I felt it, felt
the tragedy and wrongness of it... and then I realized... they were there all
along. My guides, I mean.
Guides: We tried to comfort you, but in your pain, and
in the natural distancing from the spiritual world that happens as a child gets
older, you wouldn’t hear us. We sent you
good dreams, optimism, hopes, but you didn’t know it was from us. We sent you love, but the lack of love from
the material world was much more apparent to you. We watched it all happen, and wept.
Guides have emotions?
Compassion, at least, apparently.
I cried myself, to hear this... to know I always had been loved, even
if virtually everyone incarnate around me shat on me.
It’s a big one. I have to accept
it, adjust to it, get used to it. Let it
fit in around me.
They pointed out how much
self-punishing I do... everything from lying in bed in uncomfortable positions
to not invoicing to you name it.
They’re good at that. They’re training me.
I asked... why did you
watch and weep, when everything is as it should be, and it was something I
chose as a learning experience, presumably?
Guides: You made a bad
choice.
Karen: There it is, from the
spirit world itself. I made a bad
choice, joining the family I did.
~
[Practical Immortality segment: From here, they speak a lot about my past lives, and how for the most part I didn’t do what I did in them for personal gain, but for greater purposes... even when it was warlike.]
Guides: What you have suffered from is the myth of
separation, which happens to every warrior... look what you’ve written in your novels. You soaked
yourself in the blood of your opponents, and that has an effect. Everyone who plays the game of dominator
power, who takes up a sword to recast the world according to his ideas, pays
the price in his soul, and you played it harder than anyone else. The price is separation from self... from
empathy, from conscience, from spirit and higher self; these things should all
be one. The price is feeling evil in
oneself, as you do.
But you aren’t evil. You never were. You perhaps did things that harmed, but so
has everyone; it’s a fact of being human.
You condemn yourself because you hold yourself to too high a standard. You were only human, that’s all. It was natural and human to think of being a
warrior as virtuous in those times, because that’s what you
were taught in your upbringing, what everyone was taught.
You have been
self-punishing for so long... it’s been a theme of your lives for centuries,
which is why it’s the theme of your novels in this life. But it’s an injustice you are doing to
yourself, and you don’t need to keep doing it.
Karen:
The feeling of
liberation... I can barely let myself feel, let alone describe.
Guides: You haven’t been able to
become a healer because you haven’t yet healed yourself. Once you have, you’ll be able to become a
healer.
Karen: A healer? That hasn’t even been in my most recent
plans, really... just helping healers, with web design -- except if I think in
terms of inspirational writing.
Guides: You will
heal with words.
Everything looks different
to me all of a sudden.
~
I’m still waiting for the
other shoe to drop re this morning... for my mood to worsen again. It hasn’t.
I’m feeling like nothing can shake it, that my situation is fine, that
the setbacks don’t matter, that I’m not at the mercy of anyone or
anything. I haven’t felt this
non-crisis-like since... hmm... maybe ever, in this life. I guess it’s simple, really: I feel as if I am
loved. And it’s a love that, unlike my ex’s, is not intermittent. I feel
expanded, inspired, fearless, delighted at life, seeing beauty in everything...
deeply happy. This is making all my
other breakthroughs look like nothing.
Inspirational writing? I
asked my guides. Where am I going to get
the ideas? They laugh. Just put your fingers on the keyboard, they
say, and let us do our thing!
If I do start producing
writing this way, I might put it on a blog.
See how much interest it garners. [And here we are ;-) ]