”REALITY” Channeled to me March 29, 2015

•March 31, 2015 • Leave a Comment

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Channeling 3/29/2015 ”REALITY”

This was one night where I had gotten to bed at a reasonable hour, around 12:30 am. I’ve felt so tired lately. Then, sometime in the morning, I have no idea when, I was woken up by a voice in my head talking to me about reality, what it was and was not. It was a powerful voice and I felt it wanted me to write this down so I could refer to it..and not just go back to sleep without knowing what was being planted within my subconscious.

”Reality is a collection of energy focused on the 3rd dimensional plane.
It is neither real nor focused as it is gelatinous and changes within the frequencies of the matrix within which it exists.
All souls create fractals of energetic presence pinpointed like a laser into a specific pattern you call time. These pinpointed frequencies gel in specific wave lengths producing matter within the density of said plane.
This non-reality is constant by oscillating within the vibrational matrix of the collective mind (brain of humanity).
The only reality of it is experience, for it is the realm of soul where actions are performed and played back to All That Is, your Source Energy/God.
God does not exist in reality. Reality does not exist in reality. Nothing is real, nothing but the experience of All That Is.
All facets of being human are congealed, pinpointed to specific dot matrices you call time. Like DOS programming, all is a code and each geometric code is programmed for a certain shape or outcome, like a kaleidoscope, always changing and morphing with certain mathematical speeds and velocities.

This creates a pattern within a pattern and you call it life.

We influence you through a geometrical energy force to keep you from splattering out into space. We contain your forms. In this way they maintain the appearance of solidity.
Think of the pixels on a computer screen, how you can appear as blocks and a mass of color in these blocks, but not solid. This is similar to the patterning of the geometry that creates life forms.

Reality is not real, but your creations.”

I asked, ”Who are you?”
Answer, ”We are God’s Minions. We are the Angels of Form and Space/Time. We are the Sephiroth you have been writing about, but on levels that are neither good nor bad, just alternating frequencies like notes in a song. We can create any given outcome according to your desires combined with the programming within this matrix of Space/Time.”

{NOTE: I was curious as to why the word minions was used, since I had a dark and negative thought form surrounding that word….so I researched it.
Minion = 1. A servile dependent; 2. One highly favored; and 3. A subordinate official.
(Webster’s Ninth New Collegiate Dictionary, 1983)
So if I’m one of God’s minions, that means I’d be: 1. A servant of God; 2. Highly favored by Him, and 3. An official of His government, subordinate to Him.
That definition made total sense to me and I see it now in a totally different Light. Another example of how we are influenced via that which our brain chooses through what it’s been taught. 

I also looked up the word, Sephiroth.  I am very familiar with it in it’s connection to the Tree of Life, but this definition was just too perfect to be anything but Truth.  ‘The Sephiroth are described in the Kabbalah as the manifestations of God that allow Him to manifest in the physical and metaphysical universes.’                     WOW, is all I can say.}

 
Since there is no positive/negative energy, it is all just force, concentrated force molded into geometric forms according to mathematical codes, with this matrix of programming by the Higher forces you call All That Is. You are also these Higher forces.
In a collective there is no such thing as evolution, like reality, that is a subjective equation that is created to make sense to this matrix or communal brain.”

I then asked, ”So, how does Spirit fit into all this?”
Answer: ”Spirit is Space as you might picture it. Within this Space are the building blocks of codes and systematic occurrences that morph and gel together in the patterns or wave lengths. You see them as solid beings since you are programming this world of experience. ”

I asked, ”Why?”

Reply: ”Why not? Do you not like being Human?”

I think this {I’m rather attached to it now, being human that is.}

”That attachment is what keeps you coming back for more of the same. You just change the look of the experience to fit your desire.

You ARE the Higher One. You ARE All That Is, playing in the matrix of Time/Space as reality.

Egocentric Centers of Beingness-Isness-Solidity, as formless gases congeal, code and name themselves per the codex of said reality.
No form is without it’s codes. ”

I had no more paper handy and it was dark…no lights on, no eyeglasses and I was very tired. I have no idea what time in the morning it was, but I just wanted to get back to bed and get sleep. So, this communication ended through my choice. I hope to continue this at a later time. I rather enjoyed it since it was very different from other channelings I’ve received over the years, much more technical. I had no idea what was written until putting it all into the computer as I am doing now. 

To be continued…….

Channeled Message for Me

•January 21, 2015 • Leave a Comment

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We Love you, Pamela

The sounds of the ethers are dragging you from your earthly slumber.

No longer must you labor to attain the rest you seek,

for it is within the very air that you breathe.

 

We are the Bringers of Light

and you are our Lamp.

We carry the frequencies of the Elohim-The Divine Council,

protecting earth from the fodder of it’s own creation.

 

We humbly beseech you to allow us your space

to carry out the plans before us

in accordance with the Heavenly Father.

La torpen eh sala tek usha hera lo bientok.

 

©1/21/2015  Pamela Hope

 

”Heaven Is Our Umbrella”

•January 21, 2015 • Leave a Comment

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I stood at the cafe door,
umbrella in hand.
I gazed longingly across the earth’s veil of tears.
A vision before me,
there stood a man.
I knew him, or did I?
He was gray haired now
after all these years.
No longer dressed in a skin of fear,
my heart glowed.
The earth continued to sob.
He glanced my way,
tilting his head as if to say,
”Time is never wasted on two souls in Love.”
Heaven is our umbrella.

©1/21/2015 Pamela Hope

2014 in review

•December 30, 2014 • Leave a Comment

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.

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A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 570 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 10 trips to carry that many people.

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This Dark Night of the Soul

•December 22, 2014 • Leave a Comment

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It’s a trip of a lifetime, so I’m told.
No stranger to me, this Dark Night of the Soul.

I’ve had one, lasted 12 years long.
Emerged into new life, more like a symphony than a song.

What you feel inside is the catalyst for the fall,
Feeling like a speck of sand within a concrete wall.

Dealing with nothingness and Soul taking the lead,
Driving ego into the ground, bringing new source to feed.

It’s like being in a tunnel, no vision left nor purpose either.
Ones will non-existent, still not able to shake the fever.

No one can offer wisdom for that’s the primal quest.
Until you call your Soul back, you remain in this test.

Sounds easier than done, drowning in ones self pity.
No one is to blame, yet you’re drowning, life feels shitty.

We are all guided to safe haven, if we listen to the within.
Angels all around us, shaking us to hear amongst the din.

They keep trying to open our hearts, forcing forgiveness,
Luring us with spiritual candy, sadly creature of nothingness.

Seek and ye shall find. When the student is ready, the teacher will appear.
While drowning, grasping for breath, all that’s left is fear.

This Dark Night of the Soul is a gift I am told.
While in it, the pain so great, for a smile you’d sell your soul.

Many times you do….and the price keeps getting higher,
Till finally you face yourself and see life’s been a liar.

Nothing experienced can be held onto or is real.
It’s all created by beliefs, I’m not good enough is how I feel.

Open the door and allow LOVE in.
It opens all your channels, brings peace amongst the din.

I sit now before you, Light filling every pore.
My Soul seeking its compliment, I have no clue what’s in store.

Just know I can share my story, with anyone who’s drowning,
For this Love so potent, words so fierce, wisdom now expounding.

This story has no ending, it’s an eternal revelation.
This Dark Night opens to the Dawn…time for celebration!

©12/21/14 Pamela Hope

“WEAKENED BY LOVE”

•November 9, 2014 • Leave a Comment

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“Weakened By Love”

Weakened by Love.
How can that be?
Energy is free
and given from the heart of me,
Divine and pure with no monopoly,
flowing, unstoppable, as the will of the sea.
It fills my heart and every cell,
dancing within the vapors,
essence of Godliness undulates within the swell.

Sitting in silence,
allowing the hum of guidance.
Sparkling chills purse through me,
the evidence of something so magnificent.
Palms upward in pure reverence
and receipt of Your will.
I ask once more.
Why am I weakened by Love?

What is inside me,
damning this corpuscular vessel of light?
Wretched urchin that I feel.
The spines of spirit sold to the highest bidder.
Pricking my insides,
I reel with painful protagonists of the past.

I offer humility to this framed existence.
In return I receive laughter.
Shirking responsibility is only part of the resistance.
Loosen your soul in free fall,
honoring,
rather than humbling is a new call,
for thine has always felt so small,
insignificant to the all
and the syncopation of rapture.

So, why am I weakened by Love?
The essence of who I Am calls to me,
human cells morphing into a richer tapestry.
This body became a sponge of moral leprosy,
cavorting upon an earthly playground.
The new fiber of cells dance to a call.
The disease, remnants of ones fall.
In a moment of sadness one cannot hear the joy of living
or feel the kiss upon the wind as it pulses stern lips,
nor do the vibrant flags of flowers call me to this new state.
An epoch is just beginning.

Love is a word that has no meaning.
There is no understanding involved within its nature.
Moments of it can be fleeting, though it lasts forever.
We are its creation.
My brain can’t handle that,
so instead, I am blessed with feeling.
It’s a never ending process
of giving and receiving,
the balance being the antagonist of my fall.
The new fiber of cells dance to a call.

It’s a higher pedestal, an illusive tower.
Climbing upon crystalline steps to nowhere.
Feeling impossible
while treading the diamond facets of all possibility.
Quickening my pace as if in a race.
Catching the wobble as a planetary shift throws me for a loop.
Like an agile Avatar, never stopping,
nary a fall from grace as I recoup.
So, this is why I am weakened by Love?
Ah, the ancestral belief,
ancient feet trapped in mud,
using all heavenly power within man for relief.

It is I, I Am, who quickens the pace.
Holy water slips over me like a gown,
purification in just one taste.
There is no returning to the earthly playground
without feeling the kiss upon the wind,
or knowing the colors before me, I create.
Holding hands with Gods and Goddesses,
with Love, I now luxuriate.

© 11/8/2014 Pamela Hope

“IN YOUR EYES”

•October 28, 2014 • Leave a Comment

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“IN YOUR EYES”

 

In your eyes I see the planets

I see everything

In your eyes I see heaven and earth

In your eyes is the pattern of the Milky Way,

Stars are shooting to my heart

In your eyes are the many times before you,

All things crumble beneath your feet

In your eyes are the wishes and dreams of all men

In your eyes are the faithful and the righteous

In your eyes mountains move before me like thunderous clouds

In your eyes no man is forsaken,

For you hold them on sacred pedestals, in your eyes

In your eyes we dance to the music of the heavens

In your eyes I see eternity

For no one will be forsaken

In your eyes is the heart of man

O’er the valleys you have walked

And taken us to freedom

In your eyes

©10/28/2014  Pamela Hope

 

 
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