I’ve not been to Intake before. I glide over now because of all the intense activity. There are many areas, with volunteer counselors like Ruth greeting groups who have apparently been killed together. There is a lot of wild, chaotic energy that leaves me gasping. I’m not ready to deal with it and back off to watch from a distance. I’m not sure how these volunteers sort them out. Perhaps it’s by how the new entrants were separated from their bodies. Those separated by gunshot in one group, those from being blown up in another, and those from machete and knives, still another. The space, the ‘air’ is filled with their common sense of outrage. How dare you take my body away like it was nothing? How dare you take my life? How dare you hate me when you don’t even know me! You have no right! The light orbs and auras shivered and shook, intermingled, in chaotic frenzy. Even back from it as I was, the intensity was like a hot forest fire that burst into new flames here and there and calming it seemed an impossible task.
But there was Ruth, plunging right in with her calm, blueness wrapping her arms around those screaming, crying astral forms. Others like her were doing the same. After a while, a certain order came about and the groups were encompassed by the counselors and counselor aids who encouraged them to tell their stories.
Even as these groups were being comforted, others kept coming in. Counselor took a moment to explain. “Certain Earth peoples have risen up in rebellion against their leaders who have stifled their creative energies for longer than they can tolerate. The young ones cannot find jobs. They have the energy and motivation to come together and shout their grievances in the streets of large cities. They have some astonishing new communication technology that helps them speak to one another at distances. They’ve been able to tell each other where to meet and what to bring. They have made signs telling their leaders what’s wrong.” She paused for a moment, as if listening for more information. “Most of them have started peacefully, with no intention of hurting those supporting the leaders they want to change. But as the Earth days went on and extended into weeks, some leaders got impatient and began to use their guns against their own people. The killing has gone on.”
Counselor looked us over, judging, it seemed, whether we were ready to hear more. “Others are coming in from another section of Earth where gangs of those using drugs have been overpowering the police and the people.” She sighed, as if reluctant to go on. “Those gangs use beheadings as a favorite way to destroy a body, not realizing that didn’t destroy the consciousness that would continue to exist, even if they couldn’t see it. They bury the bodies in secret, so loved ones do not know what happened.” Counselor spread herself like a mother bird spreading her wings over her little ones to protect them. It was like a thin curtain that took the edge off the pain we were seeing and feeling.
Then she went on. “You are seeing a time on Earth where a lot of changes are being made. The fight for power over others is the big game there. In some places those heads of state who’ve been in power for decades are finding out the people they’ve regarded as less than themselves have found a way to challenge their control. They are seeing them gathering in the city squares holding signs against them. What a shock for them. They aren’t liked. And their power is being torn from their grip. When the protests keep on for weeks and the reality of their loss gets closer and closer, anger and revenge take over. Killing the protesters is their last resort, and look at the mess they’ve made of their countries.” She stopped, as if thinking about what she had just said. “You see, these kings and their retinues are going to come here, too. And what a special place we have for them.” Her light twinkled and blinked in a kind of mischievous way. “Oh not the hell you Earthlings have made up for yourselves. But a special place where the games these people have been playing is challenged in a more sophisticated way. You know, face to face with a model of All Good Things. It’s hard for darkness to continue in the light.” She gave a little shrug and smile. “We don’t torture Here, do we?”
“You just tell the truth,” Salvador said brightly. “Or show us the truth, in a way we’ve never seen it before,” he added. “Like letting us see through those windows.” He gestured over to the far horizon where he had discovered the Library.
I wasn’t sure what was going on. I was beginning to know that Truth is not something that makes you free until you really understand what Truth means. Admitting one’s faults, for example, may be seeing the Truth, but that’s not exactly comfortable. But being able to admit faults when someone like Counselor is there with you makes it different. Something about Counselor and the other Beings Here, make it possible to see the Truth, to admit to it, and then be washed and purified by it. I guess that’s forgiveness, or grace. I just think that those who have been the most powerful and cruel people on Earth are still going to have a hard time looking at themselves for what they are, and admitting that changing would be good for them.
Counselor looked like she had something else to say, and I stopped my thinking to pay attention. “You all know by now that when people get Here, they quickly learn they have to go back if they haven’t learned their lessons. And finding out what lessons they must learn, is one of the main goals. If a human insists on continuing the search for power, then they’re pretty much still in kindergarten. Right?” She smiled, her ‘eyes’ sparkled, and it was hard not to feel she was deliberately letting us in on a secret.
It reminded me of the book once so popular, called The Games People Play. The author described three ego states which he named Child, Parent and Adult and suggested that if they were used inappropriately, they brought counter productive results. If a boss acted as a controlling Parent he was likely to get child-like reactions, such as excuses, pointing the blame elsewhere, maybe even temper tantrums. That book came out in the 1960's and I don’t know that Earthlings have progressed much since then. But I do hope those who are rebelling against tyrants are going to finally get the changes they want. I think all the counselors Here are rooting for them, too. And still, Counselor Beings are going to include the worst tyrants in the love they so freely give. A great wave of Love fell over everything, all of us standing there, and all of the never-ending Here. I felt her deep hope that we would come to see and understand the things she understood. Tears blurred my vision. It was beautiful.
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