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Recorded Reading (3:46): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/g8d9cgr6knghxfx0v1h3k/After-Enlightenment.m4a?rlkey=ib8sxjfn7u73kx81u7g2zebw2&dl=0

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Readers may have noticed recently, in our descriptions of a potentially emerging fifth dimensional Earth from its old third dimensional shell, how much they resemble descriptions of the experience ~ written of in cultures across the planet for thousands of years ~ of spiritual enlightenment.

Anyone who’s ever experienced it ~ or eaten a handful of magic mushrooms in an intentional search for the divine ~ or fallen in love ~ can tell you how swiftly, overwhelmingly and completely it can occur.

The problem has been hanging onto it, without the original stimulus, and in a world in which virtually no one else is experiencing that same level of consciousness.

And that’s what the rising levels of photonic light which we have been mentioning as coming from our galactic central sun now that we have entered a new quadrant of space and aligned with it (consult NASA, this is science) are all about.

Keeping that original stimulus going strong. Permanently. For everybody.

Remembering that ~ as pointed out in immediately prior post “After the Changes” ~ life on a newly moulted planet (destined swiftly to develop far cleaner and more advanced technologies than the old) may remain for the first little while somewhat labor intensive, in the poem below ~ paraphrasing of and commentary to an ancient Buddhist maxim ~ we have an excellent example of an inquiring third dimensional mindset responded to by that already of the fifth.

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After Enlightenment

In search of the Divine
Our status as a seeker
Keeps us a bit in line
Our voice a little meeker

And our demeanor calm
As meditatively
We seek to be a balm
For every soul we see

Sometimes it is a strain
But worth it, we all think
To, by a little pain,
Bring ourselves to the brink

Of an entirely new
Level of being, where
Frustrations are so few
We’ll live without a care

Gliding ‘midst a throng
Of loving acolytes
Once we have gotten our
Enlightenment to rights

The only problem be
It’s hard to be aware
It’s difficult to see
When we have gotten there

So from the days of yore
Students their teachers ask
How long ’twill be before
They so serenely bask

In advantages to
A vibrational rate
Too high to safely view
By any but the great

By what signs will they know
How might they understand
They’re wedded to the flow
As the teachings demand?

From one day to another
When can they suddenly
Give orders to their brother
And hope obeyed to be?

The teachers answer this
Variety of question by
Projecting perfect bliss
Their poverty defy

And then they say, “Before
Enlightenment, chop wood
And carry water, or
Your training won’t be good

After enlightenment,
My seeking son or daughter,
Once God is understood:
Chop wood and carry water!”

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