Calling LIGHTWORKERS! A Meeting Place !

LOVE LOVE LOVE

Ghostsister - Hey that was really interesting! I have heard of similar stories - a friend of mine has a past life recall of seeing a little girl running across a hill and then seeing her drown in the river. She knows it is herself - she just cries and cries. So many emotional traumas from past lives to be cleared. A pychic once told my mother that the 4 of us (sister mum and dad ) had been together in Greece when it was in travail and we made a pact to come back together when Greece was in travail again. Which by all acounts did happen but in that early life I was male and she saw me saying "Mother I will always sing for you!" In this life I had a singing voice and had classical training for many years. She knew nothing about our family I might add. I can see myself saying that actually as I am a very romantic soul. Love these stories. Good on you Ghostsister for your sharing.

Ooooh, DwD, that sent shivers up my spine!

I just love this word "Authentic"..it covers a multitude of sins. Thanks a lot for the Scorp. Moon - it feels right.

Love and Good Now, All!
Div
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Good Evening Sixpence...so great to be posting at the same time as you. I do love your stories - please keep them coming. Surrounding you with Archangels!

Big hug!
Div
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:trin angel:

I see that other thread has passed us :( but it took them nearly 5 years of flinging insults.
Div's thread took about only 14 months with only her love and diplomacy. So there's no real competition and my ego can go back in its box now.

Al have a wonderful weekend.

BARAKA BASHAD

All these symptoms indicating our transition to Galactic Citizenship...thank you, Cosmo, this is very accurate indeed. Be kind to yourselves!

Hugs!
Div
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LOL, Acolyte, I hear you and thank you for your kind sentiments! Credit for the success of our thread goes to ALL who post here - our beloved family.

No ego here either, but I can't resist this (pre-the GLP Fall):





Love to you!
Div
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Yes indeed there is no real competition.
This thread has quality posts with important information and thats what counts.

Not how many duplicate or bump posts strictly for the purpose of claiming the most number of pages. That has zero value.

Congratulations on #1 quality and value here!
Keep it up.

Thebbo, you are a beautiful soul! Be careful that Scorpio Moon doesn't bite your A***, LOL!

Hugs,
Div
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The Dreamtime Mitote is a powerful energetic practice given to us by the Toltec Nagual, don Miguel Ruiz. Participants come together for a ceremony at sunset and spend the night together dreaming a new personal dream of unconditional love and freedom.


Darza, Ahim-sa and Ghostsister,

I found a website which linked both our discussions yesterday evening....the nature of love and ego from the Shamanic viewpoint. I'm still looking into how we may utilise this Mitote idea ourselves, without the need for intermediary help. The following article is very thought-provoking.

Love Div
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[link to www.joydancer.com]

Unfortunately, this Paradise cannot exist for very long. Like the story of Adam and Eve, the time comes when you must eat from the fruit of the tree of knowledge, and learn about good and evil, and right and wrong. In the Toltec tradition of Miguel Ruiz, we call this process "Domestication." It is the duty of the parents, and then the society, to teach you the rules of their game: The Dream of the Planet. It is hard to teach you anything when you are basking in the glory of Your Divine Oneness, so they insist you make a new agreement with them. They require that you believe they are the source of love, not you. You also agree that the Creator who sent you is not the source. You learn that love is a commodity, you need it to survive, and it is somewhat scarce. Further, you agree to be good, and not bad, in order to receive your share of this love commodity. You learn to be afraid that love will be withdrawn from you, as punishment for being bad. (Note that this is simply the way of the world, I am not saying it is wrong).

This is the day that Adam and Eve left the Garden, and went forth and suffered, knowing their guilt and shame... and fearing God.

As the domestication continued, you made more and more agreements with parents, clergy, teachers, friends, Santa Claus and God, about what it meant to be Good, and how to secure your share of the commodity of love and acceptance. You learned to domesticate yourself, to assure that you would always win the approval of those who controlled the grades, the jobs, the romance, the money, the applause, and, finally, the epitaphs.


(More reading: [link to www.miguelruiz.com]

Yep, I agree there is no competition whatsoever.
Acolyte, you have a very different and radiate a special energy which I don't come across often. You have a master ability to put things in perspective with the least words possible, but I feel I still don't now who you are. You pop in then disapear. Can you tell me more about your life journey, what different paths and teachings you were on, do you have a family and lastly are you a "he" or a "she".????
LOL I ask these things with the greatest respect.

419028, thanks very much for your support.

Message in a Bottle... Stay well, hold the faith in yourself, trust in your God, know peace is here and we are all doing the best we can. You are special to us here. If you feel the need for us, simply put the call-out - we will hear you and support you fully as a Brother of the Light.

Take care!
Love, light, unity, peace and freedom!
Div
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Thank you for all the well-wishes for the new #1 thread at GLP The "OFFICIAL" George Noory Sucks Thread! They are certainly continuing their success, gaining more and more pages each hour. Keep it up!
We all love you.

Hopi Elder speaks out.

:rainwarior:


Indigenous Native American Prophecy (Elders Speak part 1)
[link to www.youtube.com]


Indigenous Native American Prophecy (Elders Speak part 2)
[link to www.youtube.com]


Indigenous Native American Prophecy (Elders Speak part 3)
[link to www.youtube.com]


Indigenous Native American Prophecy (Elders Speak part 4)
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Indigenous Native American Prophecy (Elders Speak part 5)
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Thread: Global Consciousness Event - April 20th, 2008 11:06am PDT

Global Consciousness Event - April 20th, 2008 11:06am PDT
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Found this video about an event to be held to encourage positive changes in the world.

[link to www.youtube.com]
Global Consciousness Event-Participate to Change the World-April 20th, 2008 11:06am PDT - one minute of positive thought.



One minute! I'd love to see the results of this one!

Good morning ALL--

This post is in response to sixpence and Ghostsister request for 'ghost stories'... this happened in 1999 and i published it at my writing site in 2002. It happened exactly as written... in this instance, didn't take 'writer's privilege' of expanding upon details, lol... the truth was expansive enough... one of my writing buddies suggested the title-- "Slightly Body-Snatched"
hee hee. So here it is...

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Beads, of every size, color, and shape are heaped here in front of me. They are in two standing racks, each with four deep bins. Every bin contains six trays. Each tray has eighteen compartments. The beads spill out of their containers, the profusion of color and texture invite my eyes to a feast of thanksgiving.

Opal’s beads have been passed into my tremulous hands. This is a treasure; my head spins with ideas, concepts. The bins, standing beside my own chests of tiny luminous tri-cuts and seed beads, have suddenly extended my potential as a serious bead artist. I feel like King Midas with his golden coins, while my hands caress beautiful shape and color. My friend Opal was serious about creating incredible jewelry, combined with aromatic oils and healing incense. Her work, sold to eager customers from a colorful tented table at craft fairs, was familiar to those who dared to wear true art. She formed beads and wire into personal statements. Each piece was unique. Most were created especially for her faithful customers.

I too will create some remarkable pieces with this material, and I can even have her peeking over my shoulder, helping.

How can that be, you might ask. I probably would ask the same question, except that-- well, let me tell you the story.

It has been several years since her death; she died about three weeks before my father, while I was his primary caretaker. He'd had a year of agony, all pointing toward these final days. We were both worn out. Nearly, I envied that he was going to rest, while I had to begin life anew, moving out of state after he was gone. This home of his would become the family home to my brother and his large family. Each night I would fall into bed, sick at heart over the illness stealing life from my beloved father.

One night, I woke with a start, not knowing who or where I was. Didn't know up from down, could not have told you my name. Had to go to the bathroom, threw the covers back, ready to move into a sitting position. Saw my bare legs and feet, screamed in horror. They were the most awful pasty WHITE! “What has happened to my lovely brown legs,” I scream. “What has happened?? --Something’s not right, here-- A-ghh-h” I have a very sick feeling in my stomach, the kind where you know you have made a serious mistake and there’s no going back. Like driving off a winter-slick bridge into icy black river water.

MIND is remembering how daily I preen my golden brown skin tones, filled with pride over my own beauty; I'd been blessed from birth with enviously smooth skin, the most delicious bronze brown tones on the block. Now, though, here am I, looking down at ugly, --U. G. L. Y. -- ugly!! --white, nasty, boney, and yes, even blemished -- legs, with scrawny feet. Yagh-h-h!" I gag.

Confusion. I'm not brown, golden, or even ugly, scrawny. MIND is scattered, madly attempting to sort out the confusion.

I wake, needing to go to the bathroom, remembering the dream I'd just had. Threw the covers back, ready to move into a sitting position. Saw my bare legs and feet, sighed with relief. Yes, there were my own white legs, comfortable and familiar. The dream had been intense! The I-who-was-she had shown me a view of lovely golden brown skin; they’d felt like ‘my’ legs. It had seemed so real. It felt as though it was 'me', looking at them.

Shuffling white legs and feet to the floor, I'm headed for the bathroom, and my day, letting the dream go as dreams do, wisping out of memory, until the phone rang. It was my friend Shirley, who had introduced me to Opal, years before. "Opal's dead! I can’t believe it! She just died in her sleep last night! She was still so young!"

My suddenly treacherous legs turned to rubber as I remembered the dream. Somehow something had happened, something involving Opal’s death. But, what?

What if Opal, not really knowing her body was lost to her, thought she was just waking up in ‘her’ body. Upon seeing white legs instead her own lovely hued limbs, she had unwittingly corrected whatever mistake was about to be made.

There was lots of time to think about all this, during the tedious and painful time of clearing out Dad’s home in the weeks that followed. Understand, my natural bend of thinking does not follow the ‘norm’, and my explanation for this event will appear to be either science fiction or fantasy to many readers. Let me assure you: the event is true , and I know, because it happened to me. While my thoughts over what really happened can only be, at best, speculation, still, I like my final conclusion, and especially so, now that Opal’s beads have come to me.

It being true that ‘there are no accidents’; that we agree to the experiences in our lives, then it might also be possible that we would be living some sort of contract, or Agreement. There might exist many contracts, even, overlapping and layering the multitude of events that define our lives. In other words, we ‘sign on’ to events.

Apparently the one I’d ‘signed into’ with my father, four years prior,was getting more difficult to experience than was originally considered. It was a time when my focus was entirely on Dad, with both our stamina and endurance extended beyond anything ever before experienced.

Some of us are more responsible than others in the living of our contracts. What if it became true that I, weary in mind and body after weeks of death and decay with Dad, had put out a Contract For Bid, so to speak, on my ‘contract’?

--The want ad would read “Weary, used body, excellent fixer-up. Best offer.”

Opal had died in her sleep; maybe she was dreaming. When her physical body stopped being alive, her dreaming self saw this incredible want ad, and jumped right in. It’s probably a good thing she was filled with pride for her beautiful skin color, because I, original owner, had seller’s remorse, pulling the ad, but too late. She was ‘in’, but the shock drove her, confused, right back ‘out’. Lucky for me.

Luck? I think we make our own luck. But I can think about all of that while dreaming wonderful creations with Opal’s beads. And in some strange way, I suspect Opal will help me.

Oh, yes: I forgot to tell you the name of Opal’s jewelry business: Opal’s Secrets. She called them the secrets of the Universe, and here they are.

Work hard, Give freely;
Think big, Talk little.
Love much. --Take Cash!
Be Kind, and Laugh easily.

Opal, thank you for the gift of the beads, but most of all, I thank you for the Secrets. They are secrets to be shared freely, so that we all remember.
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Mornin' Div... hugs and more hugs...

xana
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Welcome..!! to NewLiving

This is so lovely and speaks of much inner beauty and perception. Spoke directly to my heart.

More? !! ...please...

xana
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The Road

No matter where you are on the road—
You always are where you are.
You can stop—you can listen, or
Turn around any way.
You always are where you are.
Look back on years just past, filled with
Sunshine, small clouds, some rain,
And know--
You always are where you are.
Look down, to your feet on the road,
Then up to the sky, finally
See the path ahead;
There’s promise around that bend.
Still--
You always are where you are.

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published at Authorsden.com in 2005



Just see what happens when I get my 'turn' on the computer...

xana
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Good morning to you Phoenix...

We will not always be living in an area without decent communication (..er... dial-up...)

Until then... just saying a big Thank You Bro! for posting these...



xana
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Opal, thank you for the gift of the beads, but most of all, I thank you for the Secrets. They are secrets to be shared freely, so that we all remember.
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Good Morning Xana
Thank you for that wonderful account.


How are you doing over there? Very wet, cold, windy here - not unusual for the time of year but a bit grey, to say the least.

As it's a bit quiet, shall we do a Gratitude Exercise?
We could list 6 things we are grateful for today...what do you think Lightworkers?

* Thank you for my friends, who are wonderful, witty, clever and compassionate
* Thank you for our ability to share, here at GLP
* Thank you for my satellite connection, which is running smoothly
* Thank you for my home, especially on a day like today
* Thank you to all those working behind the scenes to make the world a better place
* Thank you for all I have learned so far about me, the world and our universe!

Blessings to our Grand Creator,
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We here in this part of the Mojave are seeing some blue sky, tho the horizon is hazier than usual. Birds are singing outside my window, in our oasis... another day to be joy-filled, is my conclusion.


ONEderful treat for us... yuppers... here's mine... will keep the list to six, but there's lots of them in our lives this day...

* Thank you for our haven, our 'oasis', our home
* Thank you for our healthy bodies
* Thank you for the love that is so freely shared with me from friends and strangers alike
* Thank you for the awakening to understanding so that this experience is as full as is needed for what is now occurring in our universe
* Thank you for the love i feel toward ALL, without exception.
* Thank you for the ability to feel and 'hear' my heart... and respond in true love to ALL

(five and six were sort of the same but wrote them as they came to me... so here's an extra one--)

* Thank you for this website, the net, the global communications where we ALL can come together, learning to know/accept ourselves and all others in humility and gratitude.

And one more--
* Thank you for my dear sisters and brothers. We are none of us alone.


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Man -I- Fest

When you put it THAT way, it sho do sound glorious and joyful!

Thanks for this inspired gift to us AC259295!!

Celebrate yourself to manifest your desires!

Agreed wholeheartedly!

an odd moment i see for me to drop by.

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Daily Quotation
“You are Loved. All is Well”
This "underdeveloped" country is not inappropriate in any way. It has different desires and different standards, and it is not lesser than -- it is just different. We did not all come to do it the same way. We did not all come to be alike. We came as a diverse bunch of Non-Physical Energies wanting different experiences. --- Abraham



xana
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This is to paraphrase a statement that D Smith once wrote that profoundly inspired me:

(Paraphrasing): "Truth exists without belief, but a lie needs believers to exist."

It reminds me of what is true about satan and dark forces: These forces cannot sustain themselves because they are without truth and light. These forces require believers to sustain them by giving them energy. Is LIGHT the TRUTH, or is the absence of light the truth?

Time to ponder....

Personally, I don't "need" light to sustain me.

I am self-sustainable; no outside source needed. Hugs are nice but not needed to be self-sufficient.

Now, with that said... does that mean that I abandon all those still seeking reconciliation within themselves? Absolutely not.

Riding and taming your own beast is difficult at best. But, once accomplished, it is now your responsibility to keep on nourishing and empowering it so that it will carry you through the on-going mire of others as they learn to tame theirs.

Processing in motion is what happens when you decide to quit trying to evolve something that's already evolved to the greatest it could ever be. Processing is just tweaking that on-going event.

Now, processing is what I call my inner-love and that's "what love has to do with it" for me.

Just am,
Sunpar
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The alchemist picked up a book that someone in the caravan had brought. Leafing through the pages, he found a story about Narcissus.

The alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth who knelt daily beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty. He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell into the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell, a flower was born, which was called the narcissus.

But this was not how the author of the book ended the story.

He said that when Narcissus died, the goddesses of the forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.

"Why do you weep?" the goddesses asked.
"I weep for Narcissus," the lake replied.
"Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus," they said, "for though we always pursued him in the forest, you alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand."

"But... was Narcissus beautiful?" the lake asked.

"Who better than you to know that?" the goddesses said in wonder. "After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each day to contemplete himself!"

The lake was silent for sometime. Finally, it said:

"I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected."

~The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho~




I'm off to see Timewave 2013... it snowed and 4-5 inches stuck (brrrr...) but I'm looking forward to it.

Hey Sunpar, good to see ya.

Your words are appreciated as usual.

Sounds like you're prospering in your life-journey.

Please, keep cummin' back, ya hear?

Hey lite workers,me two face got light sequence knowledge,me soon leave internet,please trust in the lites,they do not lie,UNITY PEACE FREEDOM.Me two face send another group of lights soon,i remain lightson sunglasses