There is no question that something big is happening at this time...  My experiences have been guiding me to huge releases of old patterns, emotions and behaviors revealing a much different world to live in...  The Loving Timeline is the root experience and as my mind releases its grip, I can see that much of what I thought was real is not.  What challenged my old beliefs is now what is proving time and again to be the realest I have ever experienced.  Much is aligning and that which other than serves a purpose is falling away.  The vast expansiveness that is giving way is feeling good and I continue to release any density that comes into my awareness.  It feels as though a breakthrough is imminent...  Large scale and affecting many.  We, Lightworkers will be charged with holding the space for those who are coming in the next wave.  We have been the leaders who have forged ahead looking for the pathways of least resistance and when the time comes, we will be ready as wayshowers to the next wave of seekers.  We are blessed and Source energy runs strong in us.  I am grateful...

Little Hawk

the Buffalo Diaries

God said:

Wherever you are sitting, I am with you. When you get up, I am with you. No matter what, I am with you. This is the Reality of life. This is the Reality of your life. All the trimmings, nice ones, not so nice ones, they are not reality. They are add on’s, accessories, comments written as though they were biographical or scientific or anything at all but fiction, scurrilous or creditable, yet fiction nevertheless.

Story rides the crest of the waves of the tiding ocean. Story is beloved in the world. You want to know how it all comes out. The story continues on Earth, and you never get to the end. There is no ending. Wherever or whenever you stop off, there is more story going on with or without you in it.

The Real Story is another thing. Beneath the fiction is the Real Story. The Real Story has all the vitality from which a story comes. The fiction doesn’t stand a chance next to the True Story. True, the Real Story doesn’t have the suspense. But which of you needs suspense when you are in the Glory of the Light of Heaven? In suspense, you are suspended. In the Glory of the Light of Heaven, your feet are on the ground, as it were. In fiction, your head is in the clouds. The world has it backwards. For a long time, the world has had it backwards.

That which is not evident in the story holds Truth. The story is based on Truth, yet the story is out-of-the-ball-park-fiction. It is fantasy played to the hilt. Your factual bio is fiction. Your vital statistics are fiction. Your entire life is a fictionalized story of love not yet believed in, love unimagined, love dampened, unheard of, squelched, trod on, buried, tormented, thrown away, burglarized, burnt, bedraggled, nefarious, and it is all fiction. Life is more than what meets the eye. What meets the eye is an infinitesimal spark of life. What meets the eye is light grown dim.

So what is it that happens in the action field of life? Nothing happens, beloveds. A lot seems to happen, but nothing happens. All the wailing and wearing sack cloth is but embroidery. From the fullness of nothingness, a tiny handwriting emerges, yet no mark is left, erased the moment it is written, tossed to the winds.

Who could make up life with all its twists and turns? And, yet, it is all made up. It is agreed upon, yet made up. The rules shift in sand. World life has become quicksand, and you have become stuck in it. Even though it is fiction, you can’t put the book down. You who are immortal feel you are immortalized in fiction. You need no immortalizing.

And yet, all this being said, life is to be lived. You don’t waste life just because it is fiction. You don’t accept a shoddy life just because it is fiction. In the fictional world, you do the utmost you can to be a hero. While you are in this dream of story, why not be the hero? Why not be the one who saves the day. Why not be the prince who carries off the princess, even as in the story, they are disguised and do not yet know their true royalty? Why not be the greatest fiction writer the world has ever seen?

Even in the world, you can live the glory of Heaven. You can be evidence of Heaven. To be sure, you are the hero of your own novel. You can be the villain too if you want, but why would you want to be anything but the hero of this drama you find yourself in?

December 7th Shift

I was told in meditation there would be another big push of energies by the Pleiadians on December 7th. The November 23rd shift lasted 6 days and was a clearing to prepare for this next wave. We were inundated with emails from people around the world talking about crazy dreams, waking up tired like they were working all night, aches, pains etc. It seemed as if unseen negative energies were at play. Those who are healers and sensitives were targeted the hardest. The lower planes are being cleaned up and the dark hearts are squirming, fighting back above as below, doing all they can to maintain the frequencies they are accustomed too. It is a futile attempt to stop the awakening and healing process. There are other events; which are designed to throw you into fear playing the terror card; which are designed to take away your freedom and suppress the process. We are inviting who ever wants to join us to participate in a world healing meditation where we move up the vibrational continuum through our multidimensional selves to the Godhead, Creator, Source and then send energy back to the Earth from the Golden Plane of Bliss. It does not matter what faith or color this is universal love we are working with. When we participate in and initiate the higher consciousness and energy it has a much greater effect. We will begin at ECETI at 7PM PST and continue every day until the 14th for those who want to join us. We will most likely have a skype connection or live stream it from the site, www.eceti.org Be well, hope to see you on the 7th. James Gilliland

what if you knew ....from the depths of your being

that in truth

~there is only what god is here now ~

 

what if it was all god

appearing as you...appearing as me

appearing as every blade of grass...

every newborns tear...

 

yes...even "appearing" as death...

 

my dear heart...

 

there is no death

there is no blade of grass

there is no newborns tear...

there are no bodies...

 

they are all an illusion