Justice Comes to Rest Within: Isis Soul Collective

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Dear people of a changing Earth, we of the soul collective of Isis have been watching with great interest the dramas that have been performed upon the matrix-screen of your reality. We have seen behind the screen into the secret movements and motivations of the unfolding scenarios, and we have peered into the lines of time’s portals to see what you have set in store for yourselves, as a collective of souls. What we have seen is this: Justice moves with purpose.

Not everyone who has suffered in the recent days and weeks, or even over eons and scarred lifetime, thinks about justice as a first thought. Comfort and sanity usually come first to mind when one’s reality has been ripped away from them. Peace and healing are needed when all that is left is a bleeding, gaping emptiness where love and joy had lived before. Love and joy can live again, and healing will take place, when at last justice can settle into the place where the balance of life’s equilibrium has been upturned, and the mental space to understand it. What form justice takes remains unsaid, invisible, until it arrives, and nothing is determined until every soul has pushed its incarnated form into the arena of justice’s interaction.

Today, worlds shatter. You can hear them crashing, whether they are near to you or not. Nothing in your world is secret for long in the current melting phase of the climate of fear. Watch what happens and see where what has been destroys itself while the features of what has yet to be come into view. If the outlook seems bleak, know that even in the darkest, densest depths of the dramatic landscape of exploration of the human experience, life and love remain. Remember this when you feel the weight of change torque your understanding beyond the limits of what you have already known, and allow new understanding to arise.

Make a Wish and Greet the Change

Make a Wish and Greet the Change

If the world had one wish, what would it be? Take a moment and savor the question. It is not necessary for us to repeat it, but you may wish to mull it over a bit. Meanwhile, we will open the bag of interesting trinkets with a story about wishes and wishers that may help set the tone for thoughtful reflection amid the chaos of current tremulous change.

Once there was a somber village that never seemed to see the sun for more than a few minutes each day, if they saw it at all. Ominous black clouds would eat up the light and leave them blanketed in an unending gray bleakness. On one of these dreary days, it was beginning to take on a different kind of sheen, this gray cloud cover, and it shimmered ever so slightly in the breaking rays of the morning sun. It is not unusual for light to play tricks on the eye like this, but in this case, it was witnessed by some very somber members of the village community to be more than an apparition of visual context and more of an actuality in itself. It was noted in the logbook and forgotten from the general agenda of daily business. In the ensuing days, however, the shimmer emerged more and more, and was noted by more than the somber members of the village, and more and more by the people who had lived in the shadow of the clouds for what they considered to be far too long. In their estimation, it appeared for longer periods each day, and grew stronger in its opalescent effect as the days drew on. Still the clouds lingered, but the shimmer made them more tolerable, and pushed the people to expect something to happen that would change their world from gray to something less lightless. The poor among everyone, the rich among everyone, and those who sat outside the village gates all felt the urge to put their mental powers to work in the glow of this shimmer, to give it some life and to be in its favor. The village began to hum with an undercurrent of speaking and whispering, its visual expressions took a new turn as artists began to incorporate the effect of shimmeriness in their graphical designs, and writers started turning the pages of their thesauruses to discover some shimmer therein with which to enliven, surreptitiously, their written words. In this way the shimmer infiltrated the gray atmosphere of the village, and started to take on a life of its own, a definite form in the deep understanding of the people and a vibration in sound and movement. There began to appear more distinct appearances of shimmering shape and light was never before so faceted in its play! Thus began the beginnings of awareness and extending from it, entirely new communications were born.

As you read this, start to allow your mind to experience what it is to be in such a dynamic of light interplay. Do you know what it is to be under the drab blanket of gray blah-ness? Of course you do. It is something that has become pervasive in your modern world, either from mental longing for change or from actual blanketing of your skies with cloud cover. It is becoming more pervasive to know that many of your neighbors in your community and your nation and your world are taking some form of grief-reducing medication, or simply losing it altogether, and as a human among humanity, this is another fact of grayness in your life. It is becoming commonplace to be shuttered by fear, frozen in shock, numbed by disproportionate pain, alienated by brutality, and so on. Is this the future of humankind? you may wonder… adding doubt to the mix to bring the color to a distinctly hopeless shade of gray. It is not, if you believe in the reality of wishing, of foisting from its perch the dark shadow of death, of motivating your mind to cast off the belief structures that allow fear to take position and start nesting vipers of sheer madness. It is not, if you believe you can see through the veil of illusion that has been cast around you in vibrations of manufactured nature, if you believe that the future is not necessarily a function of what seems to be happening in the present transitory moment of media-saturated noise. Now then, do you feel the enveloping grayness as a cocoon ready to be cast aside? In the solitude of institutionalized grief and social separation, do you perceive the shimmer of light weaving its way through the individual threads trapping your spirit within a structure of artificial freedom? In similar fashion to a butterfly awakening to its new form, do you see that the safe cocoon of transformation is ready to become yesterday’s gray sheath, and that the world you have lived in is about to split open to allow the emergence of technicolor life as you have never imagined it to be? Be assured that something is set to change in your somber reality, dear ones, and know that it is time for you to come together and make a wish for a better world to become the new norm.

Now, how do you go about making a wish? It is handy to have a talisman, if that is what helps you gather your energies around a thought. It is not necessary, however, and even the most sacred sigils can simply be decoration when  the one making the wish is secure in his or her own wishmaking mojo. Making a wish is simple enough, yet if you really want to see what can happen when you put your collective mind to the task, you could see a big change come into view faster than if you leave things to their own meandering route. Of course, things will happen whether you wish or not, whether you sit back and watch or whether you jump in with both feet and try to bend reality to a new shape with your will and talent. In the great scheme of What Is, everything changes, eventually. You are in the midst of great change now. Your involvement is safest when engaged at a distance, though there are certain among you who have volunteered to play more active parts than others. Wishing is not a passive waste of time, nor is it a futile whimpering in the dark corner from the condemned. You don’t have to think of it as living in the territory of “what if” if what you are wishing emanates from an understanding of your collective power to effect change.

What will you wish for, humans of earth? It is moments before the shimmer of hope again appears in your skies. Make your wish, and be ready for change.

Into the Inner World of Peace We Go

You have had your time of ignorance about the world’s state of enslavement, and you have had your time of being angry. You come to a choice point, a bifurcation of destiny, if you like, with the realization that there is more to waking up to the truth than being grouchy. It doesn’t change the fact that you are waking up, but it does make your day less pleasant an experience to hang onto your rage at the nightmare you have been enmeshed in. One in the horror of the dream gone bad has less to fear in waking up than in staying under the covers, we promise you that. It is not the method of logic to create in order to destroy, for the self does not seek annihilation but assimilation into itself. The brutality you have witnessed on your planet is coming to a timely end, in the throttle-down of the war machine, in the realization that you have an option of peaceful coexistence in a reality that is only now being instilled among the sleeping masses.

If you could make a single choice, today, that would bring a reality of peace into being for all people everywhere, even the demons and the demonized, would you make it without hesitation? It can be so if you will it to be. In your mind’s structure, you as a people have some vestiges of retribution lingering in the form of justice teaching the bad guys a thing or two, giving them a dose of their own medicine; you may think that to be in the interest of human survival and doing the right thing. Realize that we do not say this for all but there is an undercurrent of inherent vengefulness that lay hidden within the folds of the litigious, fault-finding nature of the world you have been shaped by. There is no room for self-righteousness in the world of righteousness, and no need for any sense of righteousness that includes a search for resolving conflict through instigating punishment measure for measure. All is in order and the forces that have acted through certain people and structures are facing their own judgment. If there be no mercy for any of them, how can there be mercy for you, yourself, when you face the misdeeds of your own ignorance, committed in the darkness of fear and pain? It is not possible to draw a line, for love will stop at nothing to bring itself into its fullness of expression. Is it love that you choose? Be careful in answering this question, for love likes to disguise itself in mysterious ways. The one you might think has chosen the path of fear and doom might be waiting in the wings with a surprise of his own, utter transformation into a being of pure light. It isn’t impossible, you know. Let me share with you a bit of history which you might find useful at this point in your collective journey on Planet Earth. In learning the stories of humanity’s past encounters with what is commonly termed “evil” you may learn a thing or two about your present and how to change the course of your planet’s trajectory, philosophically speaking. It is into the inner world that we turn our attention now.

In the days of the far distant past, remnants of the human race being scattered as they were, there came a time of relative isolation between their planetary settlements. Much of the technology of interstellar travel had yet to be rebuilt, and commerce between the offshoots of civilization was limited to necessary trips, and few, to neighboring planetary systems. Earth, at this point, had not yet become part of the landscape of interactivity. It was a time of confusion for many civilizations and extremes of brilliant creativity matched by depraved conditions of decay and dissolution. The human race was redefining itself. No longer was there a race of humans and other races of other forms, but there were now races of various admixtures of human and other DNA struggling to unify their concept of what it was they were to each other. Pleiadians came into being, as did Sirians, each with their own set of defining features and cultural peculiarities. Orion is a sector of your sky home to many different kinds of lifeforms, the sentient of which were not always so interested in taking the characteristics of human DNA into their own genetic makeup. Some others were. And so began the lineages which today are still entrenched within the thinking of their ancestors. Here is where our story takes place.

In a corner of the Orion expanse of sky developed a skirmish between those who thought themselves pure expressions of beingness and those who thought themselves evolutionarily improved. Some inhabitants of Orion’s expanse were of a mind to exterminate those who had invaded their territory without invitation or warning. And some indeed acted upon their beliefs. Those who were on the receiving end of hostilities themselves became of a mind, to some extent, that these indigenous inhabitants posed a threat to their existence, and took up arms for their survival. Both factions sought life through means of death, and irreconcilable differences led to eventualities you can only characterize as a nightmare existence for each side. Purity morphed into monstrous abomination, and evolution descended into a mire of genetic degradation. In choosing polarity over integrity, each achieved an end unfit for continuation. What could be done but to turn the tide of time away from extinction of the very core of who they considered themselves to be, back towards wholeness as unique expressions of I AM existing within a multifaceted, fractally expansive universe of being? First, however, peace must be achieved within the heart of Orion, and that is where we come today. The reverberations of peace have come to the point of integration with the reverberations of change, and the forces that long had been at war in their hearts and minds are on the brink of transformation. What do they have to fight for now that they will not be who they had been for so long? It is only a matter of time before the transformation is complete and you are part of that wave of change sweeping through all of creation. The fractal turn is taking itself into another dimension of expression of I AM. The time for war is past, for the people of Earth and the people of Orion. It is the time for instilling peace into those who have for long generations been part of a machinery of death and destruction, of hate and mistrust and revulsion. It is not a case of good guys winning and bad guys learning a lesson; that is for your fairy tales and morality plays. It is a case of every soul coming to the point of completion of a path of experience and the opening of possibility in history to have their heart’s desire.

What do warriors truly desire? You can point to stories of honor, fame, strength and gain, but these are mere trinkets compared to the treasure within the heart of a true warrior. Turn to your warrior heart and dive deep within, past the pain and the fatigue and the loss of humanity, the loss of the purity of being that reflects back to the source of your soul’s life the essence of experience as an embodiment of I AM. Go deep beyond the reasons and the rationale for struggle and into the core of what you are. What do warriors truly desire? Peace. It is the ultimate prize, the ultimate goal, the greatest treasure and most honorable of pursuits. It is the final satisfaction at the end of reason and the only thing really worth holding onto. It is the most potent weapon in the hands of a warrior, more permanent than death, more lasting than defeat. Peace is won only when the war within the heart is over, and cannot be imposed from without but only infused from within. Peace is the only thing that can break down the edifice of oppression and greed, it is the only thing that can defeat the will to fight. Peace is stronger than hate, it is more stable than order, it is more powerful than arch-enemies in heated combat with only death to win. Are you able to conquer peace? Never can it be so. Peace awaits discreetly while destruction upsets the perception of it in the mirror of reality that surrounds you. Within, it remains, the greatest source of strength, the abode of love’s power, at the core of your being.

Normally, you might have some question about a warrior fighting for peace. You have seen little evidence that it is possible, but some light does shine through the fabric of illusion of war and there is some hope that finally you might have a world free of armed conflict, free of threats to peace and well-being, free from the ravages of evildoers and malicious warlords. You do have that hope and you are on the brink of seeing it fulfilled. Orion awaits your heart’s decision. All of humanity is watching and listening, people of Earth. Is it in your ability to see the most cruel actor in the drama of life on Earth as a being awaiting release and transformation? Is it in your heart to forgive the wrongs you have yourself imparted to innocent beings who have suffered because of your own ignorance? Have you not understood the yearning for peace that exists frozen within the heart of a warrior, no matter what side of conflict he finds himself on? It is no different from the yearning for peace that lay bleeding within the heart of a child newly orphaned or homeless. You need not look far to find such a one as that. Can you forgive a world at war for the evils it has allowed to occur? Where do you stand in relation to peace? It is within your grasp, but first you must lay down what you wield in defense of what you believe yourself to be so that you may be the people of peace you are capable of becoming. It takes a warrior’s strength to meet the challenge of peace. What do you say when it is your own soul that begs for mercy? Within the depths of your heart is where you will find the answer.

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