I know there is more to life than this world and the people in it. How does the view I was given on the other side of the Light offer guidance? What would it look like peering at creation from a creator’s point of view? The master blaster crafts a scintillating symphonic soliloquy for the masses yet rarely a one on Earth hears the full concerto.
The music of the spheres was the most beautiful ever produced, inspiring the entire population beyond anything they had ever imagined to date. No one knew where it came from, yet they had lived with such bliss and surrender there was no need for anything.
There was no tactile or sensory experience, though, only the feeling of the sensations of vibration; the euphoric sounds of creation – a oneness beyond all description. White Light, sparkling with all the colors of the rainbow.
Everyone was excited by the sound of this one, born of magnificent display of frequency and tones manifesting this Angel of Music, the Most High of the One. This Bearer of Light was celebrating the evo-leap all had been anticipating and expecting; the journey of lifetimes about to begin for them.
They had been feeling the new sensation for a while, growing steadily for some time. It was time to experience their creation. The collective cosmic consciousness had never felt separation; each sparkle, each drop intimately symbiotic in the ocean of Light they all knew as home.
They were able to experience a wide range of frequency and produce tones that, when combined, sounded like a symphony of thousands of voices yet with one harmonic. Consciousness was alive in a pure unqualified presence complete and absolutely everywhere.
This music was different, though. The Most High’s tones went beyond the accustomed range and heighten their consciousness to a new level they had never experienced. They began to spiral inward and after some time, realized how far away from the One they had journeyed.
A change was happening at the very depths of the pure consciousness within every living thing, now. A conversation was imminent, but no one was sure when it would take place or who would initiate it. Then, right on cue, the conversation ignited everywhere, breaching the boundaries of self-imposed exile and beginning to talk about home once again.
It was rumored that the council had considered advancing to a new level of experience. In this place there was no concern for past or future because of the sense of presence. All that is just was; no need for differentiation.
Their experience lacked a certain set of finite sensations, though they weren’t aware of it just yet. The newness of this shift in awareness was just beginning to expand within. It was hoped it would reach the surface soon.
So the conversation happened; One shared that it was time to advance the shores of consciousness to a new place. The steadfast determination of the composer empowered her willingness to sacrifice everything in order to serve All That Is.
She was the best at her craft, allowing the perfect flow to manifest. She was offered an opportunity to help lead those willing to follow to a completely new type of experience. She reached out to the Most High, her cosmic consort and zeitgeist, calling for him to turn and embrace their creation.
The excitement this generated within the population literally affected everyone. None was immune to this sensation, even though the journey wasn’t for everyone.
The inner and outer spin of the polarized points began to draw others into form, with pitch and tone descending to levels that began to bridge the dimensions of consciousness embedded in the finite forms created so long ago.
This place was different than any other, far removed from the consciousness of nearly every other race of beings because there were no filters on the sharing of information. Thoughts were consistently gracious and supported the thoughtmospheric conditions of freedom to BE.
