{"id":4201,"date":"2015-05-30T13:00:16","date_gmt":"2015-05-30T13:00:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/?p=4201"},"modified":"2015-07-11T20:02:26","modified_gmt":"2015-07-11T20:02:26","slug":"confessions-of-an-astral-dupe","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/?p=4201","title":{"rendered":"Confessions of an Astral Dupe"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"Scaffolding<\/a>

Scaffolding of the Sun<\/p><\/div>\n

http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/Confessions-of-an-Astral-Dupe.mp3<\/a><\/audio> (Author Narration with musical accompaniment: Mountain Trust by John Sund & The Danish Radio Big Band)<\/p>\n

Perhaps it was just me, but Michael did not seem at all himself. This time when he came to me in dream, he said nothing, and only beckoned me to follow. On previous occasions, the Archangel had always greeted me by name and offered– at the very least– a cordial smile. It appeared to my dreaming mind as though this Michael was little more than a hollow, near-empty shell. But, as I said, it could\u2019ve just been me; my energy had been frazzled lately; in recent days I could scarcely string two thoughts together, so I may have not been thinking straight at all. Besides, it could always be dismissed as merely a dream anyway…<\/p>\n

Anyway, he took me unfailingly to the council chamber I\u2019d known well from years of attendance at these seemingly endless war-briefings and strategy sessions. I had always understood my role as one of reporter; I carried back with me the memory of these briefings to share with an information-starved humanity. Over the years I had built a sizable following on the internet. As always, I was eager to get the latest scuttlebutt about the war for Earth. Michael left me to it.<\/p>\n

I sat in my assigned seat and immediately noticed that the normally packed council chamber was at least half empty. That in itself was very odd. In fact, all of the seats immediately around me were conspicuously vacant, except for the one directly to my left. Here sat easily the most beautiful woman I had ever seen– and I had certainly never seen her before! I introduced myself quickly, as the meeting was about to begin.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m Ana,\u201d she smiled back in reply. \u201cAna with just one \u2018n.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n

In just that brief statement, she had captured me; I was instantly within her thrall, her pleasant enchantment. Suddenly I was far more interested in her– this Ana with just one \u2018n\u2019– than I was in the details of the meeting we were attending. Perhaps it was just a quirk of my dreaming attention, but she had thoroughly captured me!<\/p>\n

\u201cIsn\u2019t it interesting,\u201d she whispered into my ear, \u201cthat all this counseling goes on behind closed doors, largely in secret, and the Being under discussion– the planetary Earth consciousness– is never invited to attend?\u201d<\/p>\n

I called her attention to the woman sitting off to the side of the dais, quietly listening in to the proceedings. \u201cThat\u2019s Gaia right there,\u201d I explained. \u201cShe\u2019s always here,\u201d I asserted. \u201cBut now that you mention it, I\u2019ve never heard her speak; she only listens quietly, passively.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ana laughed quietly at this. \u201cThat is indeed Gaia… poor little thing! But you mustn\u2019t mistake her for Earth\u2019s planetary Being though. She\u2019s just a waif of an egregore, a Draconian invention.\u201d<\/p>\n

I had never encountered this term \u2018egregore\u2019 before. (I made a mental note to Google it when I got back to waking consciousness.) There was simply no chance to argue with Ana; her assertions left no ingress or vulnerability. She was incredibly sure of herself! She continued.<\/p>\n

\u201cEarth is caught in a proxy war. In no way does this fight belong to humanity; it was imposed upon them– for they are the actual prize, the sought-after spoils of war.\u201d<\/p>\n

I nodded. \u201cYes, the Dark captured humanity long ago; and now Earth\u2019s allies– these Light Forces– are going about setting them– er, us– free.\u201d I was just stating the obvious.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, you misunderstand me,\u201d she replied gently. \u201cThis whole war is a ruse; it\u2019s a con; it\u2019s a game being played in your mind. You\u2019re being maneuvered into choosing sides… in a conflict that does not belong to you. Humanity is indeed the resolution to this whole affair, but never through choosing sides in an external conflict.\u201d<\/p>\n

There was something unsettlingly obvious about what she was saying, but somehow it seemed to go against everything I had come to believe, against everything I had become. It rang like truth within me… and yet, it couldn\u2019t possibly be true! She continued evenly to the bafflement of my stare.<\/p>\n

\u201cHumanity is the Great Unknown… unknown to Itself. Humans have been relentlessly conditioned to seek identity outside of themselves. In so doing, they\u2019ve taken upon their own shoulders the burdens of countless worlds, throughout the ages. Deep inside they feel themselves to be the remedy and the ultimate resolution to any strife they encounter. In this, humanity is not wrong– just misguided, or rather deliberately misled.\u201d<\/p>\n

I had no answer. I listened raptly, as though the meeting taking place on the dais before me was suddenly inconsequential.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat might a human Be if this war had never begun? Or if it was simply put aside? What might humanity create for Itself if not riddled with the scars of other lifetimes, with the burdens of deeply wounded creatures stuck in the habit-patterns of an eternity of predation?\u201d<\/p>\n

I could only shrug. This is nothing I had ever considered before… and I was curious about that! Indeed, what were we humans outside of the popular stories we\u2019d been given?<\/p>\n

\u201cRight now, humans are the quintessential wounded healers, and until humanity becomes whole, they can only exchange infinite band-aids with each other for an eternity. Reality creation isn\u2019t about choosing the right allies. You are here, now, on Earth… old soul. You have countless identities among the stars; you would find yourself everywhere, indeed if you looked outwardly so. But the Creator that you are now, in your Earth embodiment, is alive… from the inside! …Story-less.\u201d<\/p>\n

Here Ana paused, presumably because I was supposed to utter some response. Something inside of me made an offering… \u201cMy life is precious.\u201d I didn\u2019t really even know what I meant by that!<\/p>\n

\u201cLife is precious,\u201d she affirmed. \u201cBut you mustn\u2019t think of it as belonging to you, as a prize possession– for indeed, that\u2019s what it would become, a possession. No!\u201d she shook her head. \u201cT\u2019would be much better to think that you belonged to It. It is all One Life in countless expressions, forms arising and falling, like the waves of an intricate symphony. The instrument is not the music itself… until the instrument begins composing; it is the composition which drives the actions of the symphony orchestra, and every Earth Instrument is a virtuoso… once in good repair, clean and eager. We are here to play together.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, yes!\u201d I was fully on board. \u201cWe must help each other to be the best instruments of Life… to be of eternal service to the grand orchestra!\u201d<\/p>\n

She frowned sourly and I was devastated! \u201cAgain, you misunderstand me. You are so conditioned into polarity that it is nearly axiomatic to assert that service-to-others is the preferred path. It is indeed the higher path… for taking one\u2019s place in the hierarchy of endless war. One cannot find the Innermost Self by tirelessly catering to the outlandish whims of others. Nor is selfishness the answer though. Single polarities rarely make for good spiritual paths. Service-to-others must alternate with service-to-self. It is an oscillation, a frequency, bouncing from one side to the other… in ever decreasing steps… zeroing in on Neutrality– where the responsible Creator is birthed. Compositions born in Neutrality, such Creations serve Self and All equally and simultaneously… and polarity ceases to exist within the Inner experience.\u201d<\/p>\n

This was imprinting deeply on my dreaming mind! \u201cSo… the path of Neutrality lies in the inward direction…?\u201d It was only half question; I was pretty sure that that was right.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, Neutrality is uncovered along the narrowing corridor of refinements of one\u2019s awareness. Awareness, as it expands… paradoxically, it becomes laser sharp. Neutrality is an infinite space beyond the frequency fence, pinpointed at one\u2019s core. But we should stop… I\u2019m losing you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo! Never! I could listen to you all day and night,\u201d I insisted. But just then in the aisle beyond Ana\u2019s seat there stood an usher… with a clipboard.<\/p>\n

\u201cAhem,\u201d he not-so-subtly cleared his throat in preamble and said \u201cExcuse me Miss–\u201d He looked down at the clipboard, squinting. \u201cMiss Hara, is it? There seems to be an issue with your credentials. If you\u2019ll kindly come with me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Not for an instance did she even glance at him. She stood by her seat, facing me, and said \u201cI think we\u2019re done here.\u201d She nodded and winked and I could only think to nod back. As she left the council chamber, I turned my attention back to the dais…<\/p>\n

It was over. I had missed it! I didn\u2019t have a clue what they\u2019d discussed here this evening…<\/p>\n

…And honestly, I really couldn\u2019t have cared any less!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

(Author Narration with musical accompaniment: Mountain Trust by John Sund & The Danish Radio Big Band) Perhaps it was just me, but Michael did not seem at all himself. This time when he came to me in dream, he said (…)<\/p>\n

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