I have an awful addiction to anger. I use it as a source of energy. Like cocaine, I guess. I have never used illicit drugs, but everything I have read about them parallels my ‘need’ to have this adrenaline rush. I know deep within me that this is the greatest culprit to hosting the darkness. There were times in my life where it was dormant. Those were times when I was in love, or frightened about something. Isn’t it something that those opposing states can limit darkness- or the affects of it?
Below is a conversation where Taysha is helping me understand the weaknesses of darkness and fear as opposed to the constant strength of goodness and light.
9/4/07
T: Light can be counted as individual energies. Darkness cannot as it bonds to like vibration for strength. Counting the energies is much the same as counting the bonds of water that quench your thirst. Nonsense
R: So they,Dark, aren’t individual?
T: Not as independent energies once they bond. Darkness requires undisturbed cohesion to manifest desired end. Does goodness have an end?
Dark, lack of hope, must have focus with parameters. Do you see?
R: I think so. Without this focus it can be interrupted and diffused?
T: Easier, yes. Focus, blind sight as it is…Feeds only linear purpose…Hope nourishes everything it can. Hope springs…Fear ends when the job is done. It finds more to control, then the mean manipulations to validate its cause or power… to keep it from acknowledging alternatives. Fear strengthens -as you lived for a moment- it can consume focus, then feed off what hope is dreamt. The prophecies of pain and disappointment become trusted as accurate predictions and the cycle of serve, reward, hurt, gift, serve,…becomes the reality of the ones blinded in light, frozen by the warmth they can no longer feel. You woke, you chose to. You must continue…
R: Is more to come?
T: Your rewards await.
This was an insightful and amazing meditation where Taysha was right with me, guiding, gifting, and encouraging me.
9/10/07
I was thinking of how far I’ve come and the lessons I have embraced this far.
WOW!
I saw myself swimming with sharks, some evil, some uninterested, some curious. I heard myself, “Be aware of what you swim with and how.”
Next I was walking above the water; my feet were in it, I was watching it happen. I had somehow lifted some of my spirit to this elevated vantage point. I said, “Manifest safety and growth.”
I was then walking along side the body of water, safe and aware of what lurks below. I was a grateful observer and still manifesting change and continued safety.
I heard Taysha, “Fly above to see what your thoughts can deliver and view what could have been.”
‘Yes’, I sighed in comfort. Rest on a mountain peak and breathe in the beauty. Know it could have been spoiled by poor choices disguised as empowerment.
Dark one had been taunting about me saying, “We shall be 30.” I re-named him as part of my need to control something/anything in my life. He speaks in confusing language. He began doing that after he felt the attention and respect going to Taysha for giving me something to contemplate while awake. I think he is trying to appeal to me with semi- intelligent foresight- of course it is his perspective only. He switches to bully mode when not given the acknowledgement he wants.
9/13/07
Dark 30: “ It is not 30 I am. To reflect what is -88 is my fate. Images are deflected when light blinds the path of ascent. Focus is transformed to blurred illumination of nothingness.
Disappointments of trained imagination. Do you feel yourselves here?
You lead in flexible adaptability.
Devote promised passion and sorrow to the ego’s faith, (fate). Convict your visions to the subconscious inventions of mercy and charity. For those who suffer as prisoner or profit serve only the lies of the divine imagination.”
I was shocked that he took time to say this as I wrote. He seems to want this message to be heard by more than just me.
Dark 30: “Pragmatic idealism has cast this archaic place into a spin with no right to recover. To replicate and dictate to the brainless is my fate, my hate, my way to envelope and regurgitate in the face of you, those who create me.
Pragmatic: exclusion of free thought and artistic matter. Idealism: reality lies in reason and only what is perceptible is real.
R: I had something to do with your choices?
D30: YOU chose this moron, how easily you forget.
R: ( headache, eyes tearing) I will NOT be responsible for your will. Honor does not steal from karma.
D30: Honor does not back pedal while claiming to move in a ‘forward direction’.
R: Where did the intellect go that was just coming from you?
D30: As the brainless wish, deflect.
R : What does 88 mean to you?
D30 : 8 is the number you have claimed as a favorite. Why haven’t you justified?
R: 8 is a number of transformations. You are speaking of two 8’s? Or 8 times 11?
D30; Leader, Wealth, Power, transformation, All encompassing. And, Master.
R: You believe you are a master- Of what?
D30 : YOU are the only hindrance.
R: I don’t think so. If that is true, then leave.
I brought this on. Below is an example of what I mean when I say, I allowed this through my choices to become like them. Thoughts are interpreted as deeds in the astral. Even if it is true that he came in to this life with me, I took part in waking his power.
9/16/07
I was so up for a week or so. Last night I got tired quickly and found an old habit come flooding back to me -drowning me in a wave of fury. I was looking for energy and without thought I found myself after a minute or so fantasizing about tormenting anyone who called control justice. I thought of how cops, politicians, parents, employers…. and some religious fanatics write their own doctrines of fairness and freedom. I found myself mentally killing them. Some in groups, some as individuals. I snapped out of it, slowly. Realizing what I had done, I talked to my guides. I felt the power of hate strengthening my body- or killing it. Not much difference considering the choice I gave myself- that being none. I am accountable for this. I asked for calm. I heard, “bring it yourself.”
Dark 30 rose up, I had little choice. An argument ensued. “NO I won’t continue for you. This is my decision, MY Life!”
D30: You make me feel! (Sounded like an order)
R: No! I make me feel and act. I am not a host or vehicle…”
D30: Inept sloth. (Yelling) Vitality for (something I couldn’t get) will not be reliant on your negligence. You better measure…”
I started yelling back. I hate it when someone, or thing in this instance says ‘you better’.
That pissed me right off! I have choices!!!
I yelled with compassion. I yelled that it must be horrible to have been so miscalculating as to choose a noncompliant ‘ride’. “ It must be awful to be Stuck with me. What it must be like to have to change and bear witness to good and light and love. Oh , opportunity or curse? Tell me sometime when I choose to listen.”
My body is a gift for my soul. I will treat it as such.
I feel sick.
I failed me again.
My arm hurts a little- burns.
How does he do it?
Never mind.
I am the one in charge.
I did it.
I allowed it.
I started it.
I will win!
Torment is the price I pay for compromise and reversion. I am working for consistent growth. My contradiction, my faltering will show when I look in the mirror. I guess I ought to consider this lucky. I have real scars to remember when I have chosen against the tides of peace and harmony. To go with the flow of love does not mean that I need to continue to experience the violence and uncertainty of a fearful under current. The ebb and flow of growth doesn’t invite sharks to swim just so the rhythm of motion stays the focus. By noticing the shark I now see what happens to my harmony.