Synching with Archangelic Energy – 2

Synching with Archangelic Energy

By Steve Beckow

Part 2

Posted on July 28, 2024

Snapped in the middle of this experience: Immersed in love and bliss

Freed Up to Serve

I felt myself drawn to meditate this morning. And as I meditated, I felt immediately drawn to pick up where I’d left off at Xenia, when I’d gone down an elevator 100 floors. (1)

Once the elevator doors “opened,” I was whisked away to the bottom of my heart, the seat of the soul, where I intended to meditate.

As soon as I arrived, instead of seeing the Self in all its splendor as I had at Xenia, I felt myself expanding.

I should add that, as I’m having this experience, all the time the signal from Michael that we pre-arranged is going off again and again. And vigorously. So I know I’m on the right track.

In the cul de sac of the heart, I felt the presence of Michael. I just sat, immersed in love and bliss (see photo, above) and meditated.

A mingling of our energies occurred and I felt a new and stronger bonding with Michael as a result of it. I felt enhanced confidence, and remembered the article I’d written on July 20 on that very subject, (2) but again confidence without hierarchy or elitism, greatly increased strength without bravado.

Another way of saying this is that I felt strength and confidence as divine qualities not as dense and self-serving displays designed to manipulate.

***

Ordinarily I’d sit, meditate, and deepen the experience. But, as a lightworker, I’m not here for my personal enlightenment. I’m here to write about my experiences in the event that it proves helpful to you.

So I left the experience – and do this regularly – to write about it. That means I don’t go as deeply as I might otherwise. Just saying.

My self-awareness feels greatly enhanced. I genuinely feel now like the driver of this vehicle, in no way the passenger.

I feel powerful, like I just donned my Ironman suit. What’s next?

The strength I feel is both “physical” and out of all proportion to the physical body I’m in. I feel like a 200-pound man in a frail body. I have to watch that I don’t sprain all kinds of muscles.

***

I’m definitely aware of myself as the person wearing this body. Whether the awareness fades or remains, I think I’ll remember the feeling.

It’s wonderful. It’s as if I’ve “arrived” in life. I’m “here” and don’t feel as if I’ve ever been away.

The way I feel at this moment is perfect. Nothing is missing. Nothing is left undone.

Nothing needs to be done. Everything that’s done is a pleasure to do, from the greatest thing to the littlest.

I rest in bliss. I’m freed from all concern about self. I’m freed now to serve.

[Please know: All experiences short of Ascension are usually temporary. I always hope an experience will be permanent, but it has been more like what Werner Erhard said: Get it and lose it, get it and lose it. Until higher dimensionality. So don’t expect me to be this opened up a week from now. Take it hot off the press.]

Footnotes

(1) My early accounts of the Xenia experience don’t make reference to watching parts of Frazzledrip. I couldn’t bring myself to talk about it until perhaps a year later. See:

• “We Are, All of Us, Innocent and Pure,” April 7, 2020, at https://goldenageofgaia.com/2020/04/07/307247/
• “Archangel Michael Explains What Happened at Xenia,” Sept. 22, 2018, at http://goldenageofgaia.com/2018/09/22/archangel-michael-explains-what-happened-at-xenia/

(2) See “A Question of Confidence,” July 21, 2024, at https://goldenageofgaia.com/2024/07/21/a-question-of-confidence/

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Surrendering into the Flow

Surrendering into the Flow

By Steve Beckow

Posted on December 2, 2023

I need to take a day off and just relax, recharge my batteries, reflect.

The most relaxing thing I do these days is paint bottles in glittering gold and entrancing purples. (1)

It’s so experiential, so non-intellectual, to brush on paint, smooth it about, mind the edges.

It’s also bringing back memories of a child in kindergarten, becoming entranced with finger painting. Swishing it on and squiggling it around.

It wasn’t until I was swishing paint on a large bottle in current time that I felt again that same sensation.

Remember Richard Dreyfus in Close Encounters? Molding the mashed potatoes to look like Devil’s Tower?

This means something.

Fingerpainting and this painting I’m doing now are like that: This means something.

Painting is teaching me relaxation, enjoyment, but, most of all, flow. In my experience, flow is a paradigm of the higher realms.

This was the same flow I later discovered in the 2015 heart opening. (1) My heart having explosively opened, I was immediately immersed in a tsunami of love. Ever since then, though not to the same degree, love will flow if I raise it with my inbreath.

The love I encountered must flow, as Michael affirms here: “Love is a fluid energy. It has need to flow.” (2)

It seems to me that discovering flow and beginning to flow with it is and was the purpose of activities like painting in kindergarten and painting now.

***

But why bottles? It goes back to my first job after my second Ph.D. program in History. It’s a funny story. I’ll try not to be too self-serving.

I won a one-year contract replacing a historian on sabbatical in the History Division of the National Museum of Man (now the Canadian Museum of Civilization).

I wondered why we collected artifacts that were three hundred years old and not new artifacts from today.  I asked if I could start a demonstration project collecting contemporary artifacts to build a picture of Canadian society in 1973-4. I was given permission as long as it didn’t cost anything.

I and those who worked on the project with me tried to capture our social values as they were represented in consumer products in that year.  The project drew national media attention.

Any artifact to go into the collection had to say something about the world we lived in. For example: A picture of a family on a box of soap might show a man in a white shirt and tie, taller than a woman,who was  shown in an apron, and a boy or girl in toned-down adult wear. That was how this advertiser wanted us to see his 1973 customers – “average, normal, happy” … and conformist.

I had a network of collectors, across the country, opening their cans, boxes, and cartons from the bottom (so that they were undamaged and appeared new) and sending what they found to me. It was a hoot!

As a result of this, the museum now has an artifactual record of that year that I think will remain unsurpassed. Of course I’m biased.

By the end of my year’s contract, it was the largest collection of artifacts in the museum. The director of museums was wild about it. But my division chief, down the line, was not amused, and so my contract was not renewed.

Damn. I should have laid low. That was a great job!

Afterwards, for the first time in my life, I learned that one can go up an employment ladder easily enough, but one cannot go down as easily. The National Museum of Man was Canada’s premier historical museum.

After unsuccessful contacts among the museum community, my hunch grew that historians at provincial and municipal museums did not want someone from the National Museum in their midst and on their boards. (3) (This might be a projection.)

***

Nevertheless, during that year, I travelled up and down the Ottawa Valley, which is beautiful in autumn.  I had a budget for old artifacts; just not for new. It was a heavenly job. I’m laughing at the moment remembering some of my finds. Particularly the carton of Whipper Billy Watson soda pop from the 1930s.

As I look at the shelves of bottles painted in flat and glossy, glitter glue and sparkling stars, all the colors and shapes and combinations take me back and mesmerize me.

One moment I’m back in the museum looking at all the colorful artifacts. The next moment I’m back in kindergarten, being introduced to flow. Speak of everything I needed to learn I learned in kindergarten!

The bottles are just a vehicle to experience the flow of painting. More and more each day, as I paint and even when I don’t, I surrender into the flow.

Footnotes

(1)  Archangel Michael in a personal reading with Steve Beckow through Linda Dillon, April 30, 2019.

On both occasions – kindergarten and now – I came in touch through painting with an incipient need and desire to flow.

(2) In which love flowed like a tsunami. See:

• “Submerged in Love,” March 14, 2015, in An Ascension Ethnography at https://goldenageofgaia.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/An-Ascension-Ethnography-5.pdf, and after.
• “Activating the Wellspring – Part 1/2,” March 14, 2015, at https://goldenageofgaia.com/2015/03/14/activating-the-wellspring-part-1-2/.

(3)  This happened a second time after leaving the Immigration and Refugee Board. The IRB was at the time Canada’s premier tribunal (in the tribunal community). In employment terms, there was nowhere to go but “down.” But people in smaller provincial and municipal tribunals didn’t want an IRB member on their boards.  Only a very small number of IRB members I knew found work again in the field.

 “Q”

Steve Beckow 

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The Disappearance of the Fear of Death

The Disappearance of the Fear of Death

By Steve Beckow

Posted on November 14, 2023

Credit: The-line-up.com

I keep searching for an account of my 1977 out-of-body experience and I realized finally that there isn’t one. So I’d like to correct that deficiency and write an account here.

I had been away in India in 1977, visiting a sage who would later become my guru for twenty-five years – before being shown to be a pedophile.

Somewhere along the line I contracted Hepatitis C and had to fly home.

I had to spend a month off work and one night during that time I had an out-of-body experience that changed my  life.

I awoke in the middle of a lucid dream, on the other side. Where exactly I did not know nor did I even know I was on “the other side” at first.

But then I saw two fellows being mean to a third man, whom I knew well. I remember his name to this day.  I was crying out, don’t hurt my friend! But no one could hear me. And so I was weeping.

Well, you can’t bawl your eyes out on the other side and remain where you are. You have to go back a more appropriate level and back a level when you’re outside your body means a return to your body.

I found myself flying backwards through space until I entered a kind of tube. I tapped it with my knuckle and said “what’s this?” It was my body.

My body felt like India rubber – like a lacrosse ball – compared to my spirit body, which felt like the down at the base of a feather.

Oh, my gosh, I said. I am not my body.

The minute I realized that, my fear of death instantly disappeared.

I compare it to living on a ground-floor apartment facing the lawn out back. I go out at night and hear something coming towards me through the thick grass. I’m afraid. It may be a raccoon that’s going to bite me, give me rabies, and then I’ll die! Then the animal comes out of the grass  and … it’s Kitty! My fear instantly vanishes!

In the same way, the fear of death instantly vanishes when we realize we’re not our bodies.

I remember standing in my body looking at the openings that were my eyes as if they were a foot or two in front of me. When I approached the eyes, the transition from vision inside to vision outside happened quickly. All of a sudden I was now seeing, hearing, smelling, etc., through the body’s faculties rather than as a spirit inside a body.

The experience showed me that the body is relatively non-conducting. I was wailing outside my body because someone was hurting my friend. But when my consciousness transferred to the outside of my body, what was a wail was now a whimper. My body was not letting my feelings through. THAT is density.

But most of all it showed me that I would survive the death of my body. Since that time I’ve learned that death itself is not painful. (1)

That’s all I remember from the experience, now 46 years ago. Since then I’ve had other experiences of the soul within the body.

On June 6, 2021, for instance, I had a second experience of standing inside my body. This time I was joined by a second unidentified energy that merged with me, causing a creative explosion in the months that followed. (2)

In an experience at Xenia Retreat Center on Sept. 18, 2018, I experienced my own native and natural innocence and purity while standing in the presence of the Self. (3)

But no more astral travelling … for the moment.

Footnotes

(1) See ” Death is Painless; Most People do not Suffer” at https://goldengaiadb.com/index.php?title=Coming_Home#Death_is_Painless.3B_Most_People_do_not_Suffer

(2) See “Mapping a Possible Soul Merge” in An Ascension Ethnography at https://goldenageofgaia.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/03/An-Ascension-Ethnography-8.pdf .

(3) See “Original Innocence,” loc. cit.

Steve Beckow 

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