A few weeks ago there was an evolutionary find with a faceless fish. I knew that graphic because I have what you see beside this in an October 8. 1987 journal entry. I knew it was somewhere in my journals but there was no way I could remember where. Last night as I was note taking I came across this. In my night treks I have entries that depict worlds I encounter. I will share them when I come across the entries.
From this journal entry October 8, 1987. . . .I wrote. . . There were so many exquisite dreams or consciousness of worlds so gentle. A Nord, a Kern, so many little gentle fishes and animals shaped so strangely, but so gentle. These creatures were moving with their babies, scurrying every which way. Blunt heads and tails moving.
So much is given, so much to write about but who cares. I care and that is a beginning. Why not create a need for something that will expand the limitations structures have given us. Something that will move the lines out that will give my grands memories of life in other dimensions. I cannot be certain, but knowing who I am, only within my structures, I can suppose what they are, carrying what I am in them.
(the following quotes are the Teacher’s response from August 12, 1987 concerning the worlds I know. . .) we are using what you do to the fullest extent and you will be remembering more and more of where you have been.. . The worlds you inhabit are worlds most avoid because they are unfamiliar and cause discontent and frighten. You appear where you are needed and the one looking for you appears where you are.
They are not just one world. There are places of beauty that still the heart. Places of poverty that touch the living heart and strum with songs of despair that cannot but help but be heard. There are barren places, lush places and places that speak of the mind.)
(when I did the journal entry on the date, I drew the fish as I remembered them in the margins. I copied them on the board this morning best as I could. When I saw the graphic on Television, I knew it right away!. I am humbled.)
One response to “Worlds I Know. . . to speak of. . .”
email from Suzanne. . . I’m speechless, Veronica.
It seems EVERY place that ones consciousness goes is valid.
We must be mindful of every observation,
sleeping, waking, daydreaming, wherever.
Your writings teach so much.
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