I’M FEELING sad.
Maybe in an alternate reality I’ve lost hope.
Maybe in that reality, there are so few doctors left. Maybe the sick there continued to multiply, like in the movies about zombie apocalypses, and the dead outnumber the living.
Maybe what Nostradamus predicted centuries ago came to pass, “The two great scourges, famine within the plaque, people put out by steel. Crying to the great immortal God for relief.”
In our present reality, you see the signs of this prediction. More and more infected with the coronavirus. Production of basic commodities limited by quarantines. No jobs, no money. Looming food shortages. News of bird flu cropping up while the swine flu still rages.
Steel refers to the metal Rat, the energy of 2020, overwhelming the respiratory system. Needles and tubes, the color white. White is the uniform of doctors, nurses, and the color of hospitals.
Open your Facebook page and almost every other post is a call for prayer...
The other quatrain from Nostradamus speaks of “newcomers, place built without defense, place built then uninhabitable: meadows, fields, towns to take at pleasure. Famine, plague, war, extensive land arable.
There is a different kind of war that has started, this time spawned by hate and blame. Trump calling the illness the Chinese virus because it originated there. Videos and news of American soldiers infecting China’s trains.
I follow this line of thought and I feel the rift between the East and the West getting deeper.
I feel sadder.
People are fanning the flames of racial discrimination. Fake news about biowarfare and conspiracy theories that this virus is just a ploy for world domination. There are hatred and anger against Asians in Europe, in the US...
I pause, connect to the breath to bring myself to the present moment. I decide to focus on what I would like to see—peace and healing, and it’s there—the gut feeling that we will be okay.
But we must combat the wave of fear that is consuming those who have not remembered who they are.
Those who are aware of the true nature of personal reality know that at the moment of making a decision the soul experiences the consequences of that decision. And in that instant when you make a conscious choice, you start creating a different reality.
Abraham Hicks has said over and over that it takes just 17 seconds of pure thought to start the process of manifestation. Hold this thought for 68 seconds and you start the ball of creation rolling.
Michael Losier refines pure thought into vibration—mood or feeling.
Neale Donald Walsch says the feeling is the language of the soul.
The way to communicate with the Law of Attraction is through our vibes, our feelings.
It is always the feeling first, before the experience.
That is why I know there is hope. We can turn the tide.
We don’t even need to have the whole world on its knees, storming the heavens, pleading for respite.
We just need as many lightworkers as we can to shift their vibe, from that of death to healing, from that of fear, to hope.
Just 68 seconds of pure positive vibe.
We can do this.
I call on everyone who has meditated with us, who have done their contrast and clarity lists, who have their spirit quartzes and gratitude journals to focus on health and peace.
Start by appreciating the simple things. You woke up today. People are trying their best to help. You are with the ones you love.
Every day at 1:11 pm, take out your journals, do your gratitude lists. Start a rampage of appreciation.
We have to impress the formless form with what we’d like to see.
We must reset.
We have nothing to lose. And everything to gain.
I feel good.
Please stay home. Save lives. Be the hero you want to see.
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