Event Horizon

Passed the point of no return. Last act, final scene…

In the stillness, silently I sit….calm, patient, alert; a vigilant reverie.  For it is I, the one conceived in the sea, raised on solid ground of support; bestowed with the fertile womb and now embracing the grace of God, my name sake, my essence. A review of my life reveals amazing grace and guidance along this zenithal sojourn. Emphatic events together with awed epiphanies have inspired such beauty I yearn to have been a poet, for I cannot articulate what is known in the heart of my soul. Dedicated to all that lives imbues the infinite expression of life in this clay vessel and now a chalice overflowing with love. Perhaps this is the twilight of death, the moment all souls experience in their closing breath. However mine is a witnessing death a resolved ascension, harnessing time, space and thought with coherence finalizing my transformation. The ecstatic moment of presence by which transcends the 3D allows for me to step into the core of illumination, thereby surrendering my physicality to spirit.

It is the indescribable or perhaps just babble, for mere words cannot eloquently express the equanimity that this scribe has arrived to understand. When all is removed and what is revealed is simply the essence of being, the game is over. The matrix is exposed and God is known. This is the point of no return, the zero point.

The final chapter, the last level of the game where the climactic conclusion is eclipsed by elation. I can recall years ago how much fun it was to watch my sons play video games. Always insisting to be there when it was the final level so as I could observe the end. Tension was high and a bold stance maintained as the thrill of certain victory was in sight. Fully present the three of us completely on the edge, nerves frayed, intense focus with absolute control; and then with a calmness the final move was put in to play… and in that moment the game was over….. Enthralled by the victory the three of us sat in disbelief for the realization we had come out the other side knowing that somehow we had figured it out and succeeded.

The memories of the games I witnessed being played by my children are as real as the memories of my life. Were the games real and are the memories as real as the moments for which created the memories? Symbolic were these games to all of life, for in the end I was  holding the control pad and the final level is over when there is the union with eternal monadic self, the source of all…….GOD. To realize, accept and then allow to be all of that I AM, the sacred sovereignty of self……. this is LOVE.

Game over ……

Point of no return – YouTube

This will be my final entry, please visit the archives to find posts from the last 18 months starting in October 2010.

All efforts will be focused on the completion of the book “Metamorphosis”. I will still be enjoying your comments and will respond to this blog.

Many thanks to all of you that have shared this journey with me and if seeking the detailed version by which is my book please contact me to be placed on the list to be the first to receive.

Love and Ascension,
Lisanne

Equivocal Equinoctial Point

Uncertainty indeed on this equinox. Each day potentially could be a ground-hog day, that is to say a day by which we shall shift consciousness simply by choosing a different path. Such as I wrote in a recent post The Road Not Taken, where I recognized the difficulty of the path I had been taking and in a blink decided to take the unworn path. It proved to make a difference  as now fearlessly I travel on my new path which is literal as well as metaphorical. The old path, the old way will suspend us in fear.  Letting go of the old, releasing what was will allow for the new to emerge with splendor while liberating self from fear.

So be it on this day of balance and equality where the light and the dark are at an equinoctial point. Now standing on the edge of the abyss patiently waiting for the created new paths to replace the old worn out fear paths. Patience in each moment of breath is what must be, patience for the unknown.

I surrender to the patience, understanding that a delay is divine intervention. I trust in the process and allow for the appropriateness of creation in right timing……. Today I shall buy the flowers myself.

Love and Patience,
Lisanne