Saturday 30 November 2019

SATURDAY SESSIONS # 27





                                                                  __________________
                                                                  __________________
                                                                  __________________ 
                                                                  _______        _______
                                                                  _______        _______
                                                                  _______        _______
    
Zol gently gestured with one hand in the direction of the enigmatic mosaic of silver and blue lines on the wall. I didn't want to interrupt him by asking him what it was, especially now with the time pressure. I'll ask my friends on the way out, I thought. 
'It is the Map of Change, Jordan. Xendo and Solari will give you a brief overview on your way out. Everything changes. Not only does everything change and return to energy, moment by moment, to formlessness, to the implicate order, including your hologram body, not only that, but at the same time, nothing ever disappears; it merely changes its disguise. And as if that weren't miraculous enough, everything in existence is unique, inimitable, down to the last leaf, snowflake, or grain of sand!  Everything changes, my son, everything, except the first Five Laws.'
He raised his arms out and we hugged. As a warm, golden stream of joy flowed down my spine, I could hear him say: 
'Go in peace, Jordan. And remember, shift to the reality you love, because if you don't, you will keep getting the reality you don't love.  Isn't it funny that most people in Atlantis wonder why they keep getting the reality they don't love?'
He laughed. Then he suddenly said: 'Oh, Jordan, one last thing!'
'Yes?'
'Don't open the envelope until you are home. In Atlantis!  OK?'
As we were leaving the Temple, Xendo and Solari stopped at the square mosaic on the wall.
'This is a map of Law Six, Jordan. We call it The Map of Change. How does one event, how does one phenomenon change from one state in another? You can determine this intuitively by knowing the Map of Change. On might also describe it as an oracle. To predict the so-called future, one must understand the present. Some of our elders come here to the Temple every morning to contemplate the Map of Change. Most of them are curious to know how change will affect the lives of their children and grandchildren. To understand the Map of Change, you need to go within and experience deep stillness, the source of all pure potentiality. Close your eyes and take a deep breath. Now approach the wall until you can touch it. That's it. Spread out your two arms like wings. Good. Deep breath through the nose. Hold. Each of the sixty-four gwa on the Map of Change on the wall is now within reach of your touch by either hand. OK?  Good. Now exhale slowly. Eyes closed. With the index-finger of your left hand, touch the wall.' 
I did so.
'Now you are touching a gwa. Take a slow, deep, deep breath. Good. Hold. Now exhale slowly, very slowly through the nose. Good. Open your eyes but keep your finger on the line.'
The square of six lines comprised three straight silver lines on top and three broken lapis lazuli lines below them, all beautifully set in relief. My finger was resting in the middle of the bottom broken line. Solari stood beside me and placed the tips of her five fingers softly on another gwa which was actually similar to mine except that the bottom line was straight and silver, not broken and blue like mine.
We bowed to Zol at the upper end of the temple who stood there smiling, gently waving goodbye.
Outside the Temple gates, Xendo told me that, based on the gwa of the Map of Change, some challenging times were ahead of me in Atlantis. It was important me for to persevere and not to be afraid. He said it was a time of immobility, of standstill.
'Is there anything I should be doing about it? I mean, will I know what it is I should persevere with?'  
'We have spoken about the illusion of time. To prepare for what you call the future, all you need to do is remain in the present. Persevere. It is important to follow your heart, not your head.'
'Standstill is pretty negative isn't it?'
'There is no positive or negative,' he explained. 'What you call negative is necessary to create what you call positive. Remember, it is the Map of Change. Everything changes.'
'Except for the first Five Laws!'
'Even the gwa you choose can lead to change,' added Solari, 'the one you chose changed from that of Standstill to that of the Unexpected. When the time comes for decisive action, Jordan, you must persevere. If you cannot persevere, it is better to withdraw. That's what the two gwa are saying to you.'
'Phew. Can you be any more specific than that, Solari?'
'I wish I could, Baby. The Map of Change is just that, a map, a road-map, not a road. When we understand it intuitively, we can make the correct intuitive choices when we are at a crossroads in life. We read it with our heart.'
I walked with my guides in a daze along Dream Street all the way back to the Welcome Hotel. We hugged each other one last time. As they left me and entered their vehicle, I looked down and saw, in my state of elation, that I was walking on air.
The small aircraft lifted off in silence with the two teenagers inside, waving goodbye.  In an instant, it shot into the blue sky and disappeared. 
I could hear the hush of the sea and turned to walk away from the hotel in the direction of the sound. The dreamy meadows graced with cascades of multi-coloured wildflowers in the summer breeze led to a row of spectacular, sheer cliffs facing the calm, turquoise ocean of Lemuria. Apart from the narrow path, there was no trace anywhere here of the rude intrusion of civilisation such as you'd see at the cliff edges at home as you brace the sharp, wet wind blowing in from the cold Atlantic, signposts with emergency help numbers for those tempted to jump, signs you'd see everywhere nowadays on railway station platforms or in the Underground.  I lay on my stomach to peer over the cliff-edge, comforted by the fantasy that if I slipped and fell over, an eagle would swoop to my rescue, or deeper down, a dolphin would leap up from the blue to save me. Sitting up, staring out into the endless ocean, my legs dangling over the cliff-edge, I reflected on my life-changing visit to Lemuria.                                                     

                                                             _______________
                                                             _______________
                                                             _______________
                                                             _____          _____
                                                             _____          _____
                                                             _______________



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