Saturday, October 10, 2015

You...

Soul:
You are not of this realm. You are of a genderless field of super-matter that wielded It's Consciousness into everything you see. This Supreme Thinker has never and will never dictate how nor to whom you should love. This Consciousness will never forbid It's creations from being sexual in any manner that is desired. And this Divine Being will never respond with malice against any decisions the Soul makes; for the Soul is but an extension of the Whole, and the Whole will never judge Itself.

You Are The Ones For Change

Brain:
Answer me this; if we, the humans, are actually controlled by an all knowing energy source, and the body is its slave, then isn't it the Soul that is destroying the Earth?


Soul:
Yes.


Brain:
Yes? You should be saying no, shouldn't you?


Soul:
I cannot say that.


Brain:
Then we are all screwed. We should write a book about that. It would be one page long and would read, "Hi, I'm the Soul and I'm killing humanity." The End.


Soul:
Think of it like this. When a body is used, or manipulated, by this all-knowing energy, the human brain becomes Its new eyes. So for a while, the Soul is intentionally blinded by this organic veil. The duration of this blindness depends on the journey the Soul has given Itself. However, not all is lost, as it may seem. Since the Soul knew before blinding Itself how the journey would flow, the Soul is okay with all of the outcomes. 


Brain:
Are you saying that the Soul is allowing the brain to lead the way into chaos? You said before that the Soul and the brain are partners. How is that a partnership?


Soul:
It is still a partnership. The Soul is still the leader since It has orchestrated how the body will interact with experiences. The difference is that the Soul, for a time, may not allow the brain to see past the veil and recognize the Soul. This is all for experience. Remember, the brain and body would roam aimlessly without the Soul; so if a brain and body are functioning with intention - with a purpose - then you know for sure there is an all-knowing energy back of it, no matter how lost and confused, vile or evil their actions may seem to you.


Brain:
Why would an omnipotent energy create destruction?


Soul:
Nothing is ever destroyed, and no Soul will ever manifest into the human experience more than can be handled by the collective.


Brain:
Even though some things that are going on seem way out of the control of the population? 


Soul:
Right. That line of thinking is part of the illusion of humanity. All events - every bit of life - is collaborated on by the Whole of society, behind the scenes, if you will. Life merely seems out of whack from the brain's perspective. But like the Wizard of Oz, once you pull back the curtain, or veil, all is revealed; and you learn that you had courage, a heart, and a brain after all and that everything was fixable. Know this: one Soul can never harm another without Its permission; so if you feel you are being damaged by others, then you all have allowed it. It could be no other way.


Brain:
Will these blinded Souls and brains ever see the light and recognize one another and stop their madness?


Soul:
Some will because they have set their human lives up to be led into clarity. Others have chosen to remain concealed because it suits the experiences they wish to have. There will always be a perfect balance even when things appear to be chaotic.


Brain:
Some people ask the question, "How could a just god have a heaven for these people when they have not learned to take care of the Earth?" But according to your explanation, there is no need to worry about the Earth.


Soul:
There is no need to worry about the Earth, heaven, hell, god or any thing else; for what you think is real, is not. And what you believe cannot possibly exist, does.


Brain:
Well, when are the rest of us that have clarity going to put an end to this mess that the ones without clarity have started?


Soul:
Hmm...that is the question you should be asking yourselves as a collective. There are no rules. You all have equal power in how you live. You do not need permission to change the way you experience being human. Do not be fooled by the appearance of one group having power over another group. Have a close look and you will see that the ones with no clarity of connection to the Soul live in a constant state of fear of you who have clarity. That is why they use fear to keep you in place.


Brain:
Because that is all they live by; that is all they know...fear.


Soul:
Yes. I will tell you the secret now since you seem to be yearning. You must use what they know against them. You must use their own fear to turn the tide. But remember, you will not be damaging them, for their Souls are not really living in fear; only the brain. This is how the game of illusion is played in your dimension. They are waiting for you - behind the scenes - to make your move. Are you ready?


Brain:
Yes. Let's do it!


Soul:
Then let the games begin. I'll get the popcorn.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Out Of The Blue

Soul:
Tell me how you met Heather.

Brain:
You surely already know.

Soul:
But let me hear how you describe it.

Brain:
Okay. Well, it was September of 1996 and we had both just moved to Dallas, Texas to work for Delta Airlines in their reservations department. We were in the same training class.

Soul:
Uh huh. Why did you both decide that moving to Dallas to work for an airline was the right move?

Brain:
For me, I loved the aviation industry and was already working part-time for Delta in Little Rock, Arkansas in baggage. Everything was going along just fine, so I can’t explain why I, out of the blue, decided to move to Dallas and interview for a reservations position. It was as if a light went off in my mind, directing me toward Dallas. I had never considered working for any other part of Delta prior to that. It was supposed to be a temp gig while I figured out my real life since I had recently burned out on college. To make a long story short, I called the offices in Dallas, flew down on my day off, and filled out an application.

Soul:
Just like that? Sounds easy enough. And then you were hired?

Brain:
Not exactly. During the application process I was required to take a typing test to see if I qualified for the position since making reservations took place on a device that was completely foreign to me in 1996.

Soul:
What?

Brain:
A computer. I typed 11 words a minute, including the mistakes and thought for sure I was not going to get hired. I typed like I had no fingers at all. However, the guy hired me for the next training class anyway.

Soul:
It was almost as if you already had the job before you even interviewed or took the typing test.

Brain:
Either that or the Delta recruiter had started drinking early in the morning.

Soul:
Why was there a typing test?

Brain:
Because the entire industry was just moving away from written tickets to computer based tickets and I was getting in on the ground floor of the new computerized airline age.

Soul:
What about Heather?

Brain:
For Heather we have to go back five months to April of 1996. She was still in Portland Oregon working at a bakery that she loved. She was doing well there, but all of a sudden, her boss sat her down one Friday and said, “We’re letting you go.”

Soul:
Out of the blue?

Brain:
Yeah. Her boss said she didn’t feel Heather was fulfilling her potential and simply told her to go home.

Soul:
But the airline business was her potential?

Brain:
Now you sound like me.

Soul:
I am you; but go on.

Brain:
The airline job was going to lead to something much better – but we didn’t know it at the time.

Soul:
That sounds like something I would say. Continue.

Brain:
Heather went back to her apartment, very upset and not totally understanding why her boss, whom she loved, would fire her. Heather later told me that her boss was quite sincere about the whole thing and honestly felt that Heather was wasting her time at the bakery. Heather was only 18 at the time and hadn’t put much thought into her future.

Soul:
That’s typical of teenagers. What happened at her apartment?

Brain:
Heather walked in, turned on the television, went to pee, and started crying because she had no idea what she was going to do. However, as she was urinating, she heard something that piqued her interest.

Soul:
What?

Brain:
A commercial playing from the television in the other room – a commercial she had seen running in the background a million times but never gave much attention.

Soul:
What was it?

Brain:
A commercial about an airline school; one where they teach people how to work in the airline industry. They teach students how to ticket planes, railways, and hotels. 

Soul:
You know what I’m thinking…

Brain:
No doubt the same thing I was when I heard about it. No one needs to go to school to learn how to work in the airline industry. When an airline hires someone, the airline puts the new hire through their own training class; but Heather didn’t know that beforehand. None of the students did.
But here’s the thing. As one of the perks for paying for the school, they help students find jobs in aviation by inviting airline recruiters to the school to interview newly graduated students.

Soul:
Sure…

Brain:
Are You losing interest?

Soul:
I’m just waiting for the good part.

Brain:
Let me know when you hear it. Anyway, Heather was suddenly inspired so she got off the toilet, dried her tears, and went down to the school before they closed for the day. When she arrived they told her that the next classes start on Monday. They also told her the tuition was five thousand dollars for five months of education. To say the least, Heather did not have five thousand dollars for the school and figured she had just wasted her time.

Heather:
I don’t have the money.

Recruiter:
That’s okay. You can apply for financial aid. But because it’s Friday, you will have to wait three months for the next class since the paperwork won’t go through before Monday.

Soul:
What a bummer. But if she had to wait for the next class, how would you two have made it into the same Delta Airlines training class?

Brain:
Heather applied for the financial aid and the recruiter said, “We might as well give you the grand tour.” So they walked around for fifteen minutes, meeting teachers and hearing the sales pitch on why Heather should attend in three months.
By the time the tour was over and they had made it back around to the front offices, her financial aid package had already been approved.

Soul:
In only fifteen minutes?

Brain:
Yes.

Recruiter:
Heather. It looks as though your financial aid loan has been approved.

Heather:
Really?

Recruiter:
I know. We have never had one get approved that fast – ever. It looks like you can start on Monday if you like.

Brain:
Needless to say, five months later, when Heather finished the classes and knew all there was to know about ticketing planes, trains and hotels, she was allowed to interview with the airline recruiters that were arriving.

Soul:
Whew! Never before in the history of the school had a loan package been approved so fast. Amazing. And then she got hired with Delta?

Brain:
Right. But this one was unique.

Soul:
Why?

Brain:
Because, not only had Delta never previously agreed to come to the school to recruit students, they have never since been back. It was a one-time deal that Heather would have missed had she not made it into that particular class on that Monday five months prior. It was like it was meant to be.

Soul:
Like somehow the Universe turned its wheels just so Heather could get fired from the bakery out of the blue, hear the commercial, go to the school, get the impossible last minute funding that had never happened before, graduate and get hired by an airline that came to the school only once in the history of the world, flew her to Dallas for training and met you…

Brain:
Exactly. They hired a total of five students out of three hundred; but it was as if they were only there for Heather.

Soul:
Now we’re getting to the good part.

Brain:
It gets even more interesting.

Soul:
Then it was love at first sight?

Brain:
Hardly…
We didn’t even notice each other. Out of sixty new-hires in the Delta training class, she wasn’t even on my radar. She sat on the very last row of the class with the ones who thought they were cool, and I sat on the very first row where all the geeks were. She made friends with a completely different group of people than I did.

Soul:
Huh. Consciousness orchestrated all those events to get you two in the same building and you didn’t even know the other existed.

Brain:
Right – but as you may say – Consciousness wasn’t done with us yet.

Soul:
Interesting. Do tell.

Brain:
About two weeks into the class, we all began working on Delta’s new reservation computer system. We each had a computer at our desk and I was nervous about putting my eleven word-per-minute skills to work.

Soul:
(Laughing)

Brain:
We were about half way through the second or third day of using the new computer system when Heather’s computer mysteriously stopped working.

Soul:
Hmm…

Brain:
Yeah. Out of sixty students, it was hers that went out and was unrecoverable, as it turned out.

Soul:
That is mysterious. Go on.

Brain:
Even stranger was the fact that she had fifteen other people on that back row with her that she could have paired up with to share computers. But instead, the instructor moved her all the way to the front of the class and paired her with me.

Soul:
Even more mysterious. I bet you noticed Heather then.

Brain:
Actually, the first words out of my mouth were, “Don’t break my computer.” That set the tone – she was immediately annoyed with me but I thought I was being funny.

Soul:
Wow. You must be a relationship genius.

Brain:
Ha ha. Why do you say that?

Soul:
Because you have no savvy, suave tact; yet, she still ended up with you.

Brain:
Well, that just shows how something much more brilliant than I was at play.

Soul:
Ooh, more interesting stuff. Go on.

Brain:
We spent a couple of days sitting together working on the computer, but nothing in particular happened. No fun conversation, no immediate attraction, no flirting. Nothing. I was too focused on the class.
But one morning on the elevator as I was getting off and she was getting on, the strangest thing happened. I noticed her.

Soul:
Yes? Why did you notice her then?

Brain:
Because I suddenly remembered something crazy and I told her as she passed me to get on the elevator to go get her morning coffee.

Soul:
What did you say?

Brain:
I was very cool about it. But just as the elevator doors were about to close, I turned and said, “I had a dream about you last night.”

Soul:
Oh I’ve heard some crummy pick-up lines but that was cheesy.

Brain:
Maybe – but it wasn’t a pick-up line. I really did have a dream of her; I just hadn’t remembered it until I saw her that morning.

Soul:
What kind of dream was it?

Brain:
It was a dream of light.

Soul:
Indeed. Continue.

Brain:
In the dream, I walked into a room. The room was made completely of a soft, white light. This may seem weird to explain, but I will do my best.
I could not see the corners, the ceiling or the floor distinctly, but knew it was a room. It was an understanding that I just knew. In the middle of the room was a spiral staircase that extended upwards, beyond where I could see; but only because I never looked up to see where it went.

Soul:
Why not?

Brain:
Because I was too captivated by whom I saw sitting on the staircase.

Soul:
Heather.

Brain:
Heather.
Although I could not tell where the floor of light met the walls of light, I could tell there was a floor somehow. The stairs sort of hazed into light and melded into the floor. Heather was sitting about midway up the stairs just before the first spiral turn; she was smiling and leaning forward on her elbows just slightly, having never spoken a word.

Soul:
Go on…

Brain:
This next part is the most interesting part, I think.
Soul:
Intriguing.

Brain:
Now I say I saw Heather sitting on a stair case, but the actual look of her was somewhat different.

Soul:
How so?

Brain:
She had no face.

Soul:
No face?

Brain:
And no body.

Soul:
Indeed. Continue.

Brain:
She had no Earthly type bodily features; yet, I was aware of who this being was. Heather was also made of light. Her smiling face, her hair that fell forward over her face; her legs and the way her posture looked when she sat. It was all her, but it was all light. I know this may sound strange.

Soul:
To me? Never. Go on.

Brain:
Now here’s the thing - although she was only light, she was still everything. That is, I barely knew Heather in the physical sense, but I still recognized all of her subtleties and nuances as if I had known her forever. I simply knew all of who she was, even before I knew who she was. Does that make sense?

Soul:
Absolutely. Tell me more.

Brain:
Her hair was light, but I understood it to be blonde strands that could move like hair. Her face was a soft, white light; no smile wrinkles, no eyes, no nose, no mouth, or expressions; yet, I could see her smile wrinkles, her eyes, her nose, her mouth and her expression of absolute happiness as she sat there smiling at me.
Every part of her was light, but I could still understand that she had dimensions. I was even aware that she was wearing one of her favorite outfits, even though, looking back I remember seeing only light. I understood what she was wearing and could see that in my mind. 
Let me try to say it this way: she was one light, but she had many parts that I fully understood as separate items and characteristics.

Soul:
It seems your awareness in this dream state flowed effortlessly through the subconscious. However, I can see the difficulty you are having trying to re-create the understanding through the cognitive mind. That is because you are trying to use the rules and vocabulary of your physical training to express the multiple aspects of Consciousness you experienced at once. Try to say it without thinking about it.

Brain:
Easy for you to say. All I do is think – I am a brain. But here goes.
When I met Heather, she was a whisp of light that emanated all she ever was and all she will ever be all at once.

Soul:
Perfect.

Brain:
Reflecting on it now, I can see that Consciousness must have been thinking, “This guy is a thick as a brick. I better send him a dream he won’t soon forget.”

Soul:
I think you’re on to something, my friend.

Brain:
Only I did forget about the dream until I saw her the next day. Then it all came rushing back out of the blue. But one thing is for sure; I haven’t forgotten about it since. I remember it like it was five minutes ago.

Soul:
And perhaps you are just clever enough by now to realize that nothing happens simply out of the blue.

Brain:
I’m beginning to catch on to that.

Dead End

You are the master of your own path.
If there is a dead end, you are the one that drove there.
Put the proverbial car in reverse and head down a new road.

Friday, March 6, 2015

The Soul & The Brain: Never Sweat The Small Stuff

Brain:
Are you there?

Soul:
I am always here.

Brain:
We haven't chatted in a while.

Soul:
We chat constantly - you just aren't listening.

Brain:
You're not supposed to say that here where everyone can see. I'm the one who always listens.

Soul:
Who are you kidding? You listen when you want to.

Brain:
Well now I'm listening because I miss talking. I feel like the world is swallowing up my desire to be here. Maybe I shouldn't write this here.

Soul:
Why?

Brain:
I don't know. It isn't uplifting. Is it wrong that I sometimes envy those who have gone on before me? You know; Robin Williams, Leonard Nimoy, my old friend Cindy and others.

Soul:
It is not wrong. Life is neither wrong nor right; it all simply IS. You make the rules on what is right or wrong. One day something is right, the next day it is wrong. How can that be unless you were all making life up as you go along?

Brain:
Yeah. But I want You to tell me what is right and wrong to You. Tell me so I'll know for sure. I am tired of watching the planes screw up the sky and the weather. I am tired of the wars. I am tired of Common Core. I am tired of trying to think of ways to fix these things while people just shake their heads and say I've lost my mind. I think my soul is just tired.

Soul:
Huh. That is interesting. I am not tired. I cannot be. You have just merely overwhelmed your basic mind with things that do not matter…

Brain:
How can the destruction of humanity not matter?

Soul:
(Laughing) Humanity is not at stake. Humanity is an illusion. There is nothing humans can do to end or destroy humanity; they can only alter the experience of it.

Brain:
Yeah but...

Soul:
The things you concern yourself with will answer themselves. Not to worry, for in the case of chemtrails, everything that comes from the Earth will return to the Earth, including all that the sky can hold. Humans cannot ultimately harm the planet. All will be recycled, including humans, before real damage occurs.

Brain:
But we will all be poisoned by the time their perceived outcome falls into view - the soil, the water, the food, the air.

Soul:
You have all been poisoned for many decades, not just all of a sudden. This is something that humans have engaged in for quite some time. That simply shows how resilient your human structures are. But I tell you this: if you were not being poisoned, there would be no disease among you. Your bodies were made to resist every natural thing on the planet that could bring you harm or dismay. These illnesses that you all face daily are the result of years of abuse by people in power; and yet, look at you all still thriving. Not even the most heinous among you can kill a human body without the Soul's say-so. However, if humans would leave well enough alone, life would be disease free.

Brain:
But we are still living with injured bodies because of the all the abuse. I so badly want to stop it all but I feel utterly alone. I have been more interested lately of leaving this world than staying behind to deal with it all. I just want peace.

Soul:
I know you do - and you shall have it. Right now, however; you will go on.

Brain:
I hate having no power over when I leave this world.

Soul:
You have never had any power over that. This is My show and I have things to do and you will do them for me.

Brain:
Geez.

Soul:
I mean that in the most loving way possible.

Brain:
What am I to do to find peace?

Soul:
Stop worrying about the sky and the government. That is petty. You have something much more important to do for Me.

Brain:
What is it?

Soul:

You mean spoil the surprise? Never.

Brain:
You truly suck.

Soul:
I get that a lot. You are on a need-to-know basis. This is the way it was planned before this body was born. What you need to know right now is that I love and care about your well being immensely. Without you I am handicapped in my experiences in this physical element - so keep it together. There is much adventure ahead and it does not include government conspiracies or the weather. This too shall pass. Your present environment is not a threat. Trust Me.

Brain:

I do.

Soul:
Good. That is all you need to know. Never sweat the small stuff.

Brain:

You mean the small government?

Soul:
I mean all of it. All of life is the small stuff. Every last bit of it. Don't sweat it.

Brain:
That is easy for You to say from Your perspective. You know how it's all going to turn out.

Soul:
Then how could you think that I would ever lead you astray?

Brain:
I don't.

Soul:
Excellent! Then we are off to a good start.

Brain:
You're just putting me off. Being on a need-to-know basis won't work for me anymore. As the brains of the operation, I need to know what is ahead for the sake of peace.

Soul:
Interesting that you think you are the brains of the operation.

Brain:
I am "The Brain" after all.

Soul:
You are the servant - I am the brains. Calling you the brain is a bit of a misnomer. But I can tell you that you and I are going to do many things as a team. Here's the catch though. The things we are going to do will involve unseen and out of the way projects. There will be no glory in the spotlight. You and I will touch lives to propel other souls further along their journeys in quiet, unassuming ways. You are not meant to stop chemtrails and Common Core or expose conspiracies. That is simply the justice in you coming out.

Brain:
Justice?

Soul:
Yes. You are the brain of Justin, or JB. Justin means full of justice.

Brain:
Justin actually means something?

Soul:
Every name means something. No one is named in vain. Names have frequencies when spoken aloud that cause reactions. This is intentional. Yours was given to you by the soul of your mother because you were meant to create balance in the midst of turmoil.

Brain:
Like for the injustices of government over the people...

Soul:
No. You are meant to help balance the injustice of misinformation. That is, assist in the re-balancing, or alignment, of human minds when the Soul is ready to leave their old programming behind. Silly brain; the governments of this realm are meaningless. There is no need to balance them; for the very nature of government is to control a subservient mass. They cannot be balanced. The Soul and Its journey cannot be controlled by such an entity; that is why there is always such conflict between government and humanity. Your job here is to help balance the transition between old and new information for the brains of those souls ready to advance to higher awareness.

Brain:
Oh. That seems daunting.

Soul:
My dear and clueless brain - you are already doing it.