Week of June 4 through June 11, 2011
Beloved, we seriously have to talk, but first … I want to thank you.
I thought that’s what we are doing. And you’re welcome. Um, what are you thanking me for this time? [Michael chuckles.]
For everything you are and everything you’ve been. For all you’ve done for all of us and for the world … for all your hopes and dreams for the future of the Earth … for giving us everything you had to give and holding nothing back, for all you sacrificed to become what you’ve become for so many of us … for remaining so in-touch with all of us, but, especially, for sending me a dream. A real, honest-to-goodness dream! I know that we’ve talked about this subject before in these dialogs, but you can’t possibly understand what a monumental occurrence that is for me … A DREAM! Dreaming has been such an unusual experience in my life that I don’t believe it would have happened without your direct intervention.
Dream? Did I send you a dream? Are you sure it was me? Can you tell me about it?
Yes, I’m sure, Dear One … but please don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about. I am absolutely, positively certain it was you … I don’t know how I know … all I can say is that I know it was you.
I don’t know how I would find the words to describe it, Michael. It wasn’t like anything I’ve ever experienced before … nor was it like anyone has ever described to me from their own direct experience of dreaming.
Will you try for me? I think it may be important.
Okay, I’ll try. Well, first of all, most people to whom I’ve spoken about this subject visually see things or orally hear things in their dreams. This wasn’t like that. I don’t remember seeing anything; there are no mental pictures remaining from the dream. I remember dreaming when I was a little girl, floating high above the tree tops … but there were visual images associated with the dream … of the tree tops and blue sky and lacey clouds floating by with me. This was not like that.
You didn’t see anything?
If I did, I didn’t remember it upon waking. No. No, nothing like that. It was like I was in the eye of a hurricane where its peaceful and calm … all you see is the darkness and all you hear is the silence because you are inside it … at the heart of the storm … but you know the storm is swirling around you and you are just grateful to be out of the wind and rain and swirling cloud.
When I awakened, I knew that I had spent the hours of sleep with you; you were there with me; it was a knowing that you were all around me, a sensation of you enveloping me, enfolding me, holding me close within your heart. I don’t know how to describe it; I don’t think the words have been invented, yet, that would give you a clear picture of what it was like … because it wasn’t a visually-stimulated thing, I don’t think. The best I can do is try to describe the feelings I had because this was all about feeling … I felt you all around me … I was submerged in you … and you in me.
It was like I was a present on Christmas morning, but you were the wrapping paper, the tape, the ribbon and the bow … as well as the love that went into the wrapping of the gift, if that makes any sense at all. In addition, you were the excitement of the child receiving the gift, the anticipation, the appreciation, the thankfulness, the exuberance and wonder of the child upon opening it. It was the feeling that the child deserved every good gift that life had to offer … that kind of confidence and knowledge of his worthiness to receive such a special gift.
It was like the feeling that you know you’re in the ocean … not because you see the waves or hear the tide rushing against the beach … but because you feel it all around you. Your skin is sensitive to and aware of the wetness, with little goose bumps rising on the surface; your heart is pounding with excitement and ecstasy and your body is responsive to the motion of the waves, the feeling of being lifted, suspended and buoyant in the frothing water and held securely as you bob up and down. You don’t question those feelings … you accept them as an integral part of the experience. You don’t judge yourself worthy or unworthy of being caressed by the waves … you rejoice in the fullness and completeness of the experience, if that makes any sense.
This was all feeling, emotion, sensation … don’t get me wrong, my Dear One … there was a very physical component to it as well … like being dipped in unconditional, ecstatic, passionate, blissful LOVE … and like you belonged there … like it was home.
Can you imagine an ice cream cone being dipped in warm chocolate over and over again to coat it? The ice cream melts and the chocolate cools until both become one and are bonded together. What would that feel like?
Can you imagine what it would be like to be the fibers of a candle wick being immersed repeatedly in warm wax and knowing that layer after layer of warm wax will cool and harden … until a tapered candle emerges from the unformed wax? That wax is bonded tightly to the fibers of the wick around which it has formed until there is no separation; the cooled and hardened wax permeates every strand and molecule of the fiber while in its melted state, but as each layer cools … the two different elements … one solid and one liquid … become one. That’s what this was like.
It was what it must feel like to be a fetus gestating within his mother’s womb … cradled … secure … safe … loved … rocked … comforted … enclosed … cushioned … warm … protected … anticipated … discovered … wanted … cherished with a longing that has no beginning and no end. That child and mother are one until physical birth separates them, but the bond is never really severed. When that child is 80-years-old, he is still the mother’s baby and nothing ever changes that. If one is lost, the other is missing a part of itself.
It was all sensation! I felt your arms around me, holding me close, cradling me against your heartbeat … knew your kiss on my forehead, your breath on my neck … but I didn’t see these images, I don’t think. And while there was nothing overtly sexual about this communion, the joining was the most physically-satisfying, sensual feeling I’ve ever had in my life … like when a cat finds a beam of sunlight on the floor in front of a patio door or picture window and stretches out in it … his eyes are almost closed and his claws are splayed out and kneading the air or the carpet he is laying on and his tail is twitching … you can almost hear him saying, “aaaahhhhhhhhhh!” as he purrs contentedly.
That doesn’t sound much like a dream to me. It sounds to me like you were experiencing the Oneness that you left a minute ago to have this human experience … and to which you will return when this human experiment is concluded in another minute or so. I mentioned this before in these conversations when we were talking about … um … the physical attraction so many of you are feeling. I explained it as a longing to return to that state of blissful union you had left to be born into this physical illusion of separation.
Yes, I remember, Beloved. You said:
“Some of you have retained a very deep knowledge of yourselves as part of the Oneness buried beneath layers of who you were raised to be and the expectations your society has imposed upon your beautiful free minds … possibly because of your life circumstances or for whatever reason … and you still allow that Oneness to influence your physical reality. For example, you sleep and in your sleep … in your dream … we are One … you and I. You will awaken from your sleep with a throbbing ‘knowing’ that I have been with you and your physical mind will automatically relate that ‘knowing’ to the physical act of union because it is the only way of experiencing union that it has prior knowledge of. It doesn’t ask your permission to do this; it is automatic like breathing or your heart beating. And you wake up and think to yourself, “I’ve been making love with a dead man.” And your society has very specific words for this … and none of them are pretty. Therefore, you feel guilty and shy about it because your society has imposed its rules and regulations on your spiritual life since you were an infant instead of allowing your imagination to take wing and your dreams to take you as far as you are able to imagine.” [Reference Conversation #7]
Exactly! What you’re describing matches my explanation to a tee, doesn’t it?
Yes, indeed, it does, Michael … except that you should have been a bit more descriptive … gone into a little more detail … about that ‘throbbing knowing’ that you mentioned because I was totally unprepared for the strength of those feelings. I mean … let’s face it … when I awakened from this ‘dream,’ my body felt like it had been played by a master harpist or classical guitarist … or SLASH … a maestro of incomparable skill and unquestioned technique!! Really! It tingled and throbbed just like you described it … quivered like a leaf on a windy autumn day … phew! I couldn’t breathe for the beauty of it!
[Michael chuckles.] How much more descriptive than ‘throbbing knowing’ can you get? Was I supposed to tell you exactly where the ‘throbbing’ was going to happen … or how long it would last? [Hee! Hee!]
[Jan laughs.] Yeah, I guess not. I remember that I did, in fact, think exactly that … that I had been making love with a dead man … but I went a little further with that thought. I thought that I had come to this experience virginal … that I had never really experienced the act of ‘making love’ prior to that moment … that I had never known the beauty of being ‘touched’ before.
That is true! You haven’t! What you have experienced is the physical act of union, which is temporary, often unsatisfactory and pales in comparison to the spiritual submersion you experienced. There is no physical act of Oneness, because you live in a world of separation and can only define the word Oneness by the parameters that world presents to you. In your ‘dream’ state, you had transcended descriptions, gone beyond that world of separation to experience the fullness and completeness of Oneness.
The funny thing is I don’t remember us actually engaging in that physical act in the dream … which makes it all even more confusing! I also thought that, apparently, dead men are the only way to go … or should I say one particular re-birthed man! It was all sensations that I was feeling … emotion shimmering like heat haze in the summer. I was adrift in a sea of sensation the likes of which I’ve never known.
Ah, every breath within that state of Oneness is ‘making’ LOVE because that is exactly what you are doing … making LOVE. As I told you in an earlier conversation, LOVE is the name of the game and the only game in town. There is no preparation required, no condition to be met, no goal to be satisfied, no fear to be overlooked … it is all Oneness. You’re right! It’s hard to describe this state of bliss, but you all will recognize it when you get here because it is your home.
I mean, I don’t pretend to any great expertise in this area, nor do I consider myself terribly sexually ‘experienced.’ But my body’s reactions upon achieving wakefulness were orgasmic … like a twelve-string guitar strummed with loving care, the strings vibrating at fever pitch with the most beautiful melody the fingers of the master can draw from them … and in syncopated rhythm.
When I finally came to, I found myself wrapped very tightly around my bolster in a similar position to that in which my body told me we had rested in my dream. I still felt the sensation of your body resting close to mine, your heart beating next to mine, your head on my shoulder and my arms around you, my lips brushing your hair lightly so as not to wake you except … your hair was the seam of my bolster.
God forgive me, the thought occurred to me that the rest of the male population on the planet better just give it up … because there is just no way any other man could live up to the standard of what I had just experienced … or, at least, what my body was telling me I had just experienced!
[Michael laughs.] Why should you say it that way? God rejoices in your enjoyment of the gift you received; there is no forgiveness required! Do you not realize that She gave you those sensations … that He, too, was present with us in your dream? She is the LOVE that you were submerged in; He is the Oneness that you experienced with so much abandon that your body couldn’t help but react.
And I am grateful to God for that gift, Beloved, but you are still missing the point I am trying so hard to make! I am not saying this as clearly as I should be, so let me try again. My Dear One, what I mean is … Michael … you raised the bar in everything you ever said or did past the point of being equaled or overtaken by anyone … short of heaven, that is. In this, too, baby, you have raised the bar beyond any equal, believe me! As Berry Gordy said of you at your Memorial Service in LA in July of 2009, “He raised the bar; then he broke the bar!” Exactly!
[Michael giggles.] God bless you … but don’t embarrass me … you know how shy I am about stuff like that! But isn’t it amazing what the human mind is capable of? Every thought that arises within the human mind is a miracle of intricate neural pathways and random synapses firing like spark plugs! Your mind told your body what it should be feeling … and your body responded with all the ardor it had ever experienced. I love it!
Okay, Dear One, I’ll try not to embarrass you any more than is absolutely necessary, but I have to say this much. I can’t remember ever feeling so passionately appreciated in my entire life. I want you to understand, this was not sex … this was so much deeper and truer than the physical act of union. This was a melding of every fiber of my being with each and every fiber of yours. It was awesome!
As I awakened from this dream, I still felt your imprint upon my skin … the warmth of your breath bathing my face and neck. I woke at around 7:00 AM (on a Sunday, for heaven’s sake!) still feeling your head resting on my shoulder and lay abed until 10:30 trying so hard not to cry … which was totally futile, by the way … because I didn’t want to be here anymore … I wanted to be there with you … wherever there was.
It wasn’t a place … it was a state of being … loved. It was you returning to the Love and Oneness that created you. You’ve read a bit about ‘near-death’ experiences; this sounds like it was similar … like you had traveled back to the beginning when you could remember being a cherished and important drop in the ocean of Oneness. One of the threads of commonality that many of these experiences share is that feeling of being perfectly content within your flesh and spirit for the first time … of not wanting to return to the life previously known … of being totally known and totally loved … no need to hide or make excuses … transparent … unashamed.
Another way of saying it is the analogy that we used at the beginning of these conversations so frequently. You experienced the beauty of the entire symphony in all its intricacy and simplicity, with each individual note and chord playing in its allotted place and held for its full duration at the volume intended by the Master Conductor … including yours. You became aware that not one of those notes or chords can be missing without an important piece of the puzzle being lost, so you were brought face-to-face with your own importance and part to play within that beautiful composition.
Yes, exactly! That’s it exactly.
All my life, I’ve seen myself as unworthy. As a child, I was clumsy and awkward with other kids; as a teenager, I was heavy and not one of the popular crowd … more of a loner. In my twenties was the most attractive time of my life, I think, but I really didn’t consider myself beautiful or the kind of woman men would kill or die for … my legs were too heavy and I had thunder-thighs … my voice was too loud and not breathless enough. I’ve always seen myself as ‘less than’ everybody else. I found beauty intimidating until I was introduced to true beauty when I met you.
But in this dream, I knew myself as beautiful and confident, accomplished and desirable, talented and pretty, sensual and loving and perfect, just the way I am. It was a novel experience, I can tell you. Most of us never feel so much a spark of perfection in our lifetimes. I didn’t try to belittle the feeling, didn’t try to rationalize it away.
Usually, I’m the one who has a hard time accepting the gift of praise from other people, because I’m more accustomed to criticism … even if only self-directed. So, if someone pays me a complement, I will often respond with something like, “Thank you, but you need glasses” or “Thank you, but the beef should have been less well done” or some other dismissal.
Yeah, I was the same way. I never believed the good things people told me about what I did … always saw the flaw in the performance. Like in the Motown 25 performance, I had wanted to just spin and land on my toes and stay there, suspended in that pose for a while, but I didn’t stay long enough. When it was over, everyone was congratulating me and telling me how phenomenal it was and all I could think of was what had gone wrong. That comes from living with criticism and harsh judgments of parents or siblings or teachers … or our own inner voices … we don’t realize how much harm those criticisms do.
In this ‘dream,’ I felt well and truly loved. Not only did I feel ‘cherished’ in a way I had never felt or understood before … but I also felt worthy of the cherishing, if that makes any sense. The little voice in my head that is my constant, ever-critical companion … the one that says things like, “If he ever saw you, he wouldn’t want to hold you. He could get any number of beautiful, young women. What does he need with a fat old lady like you? Don’t be ridiculous” … was silent. I couldn’t hear it, anymore. It was like that voice’s microphone had been shut off before the performance was over.
[Michael laughs.] Forgive me, but you don’t know how many times I have had that exact experience … when the technicians think that the performance is over and you start singing again and the microphone has been cut off. But, what your voices are telling you is not true … as it usually isn’t. I am here with you right now … I see you much more clearly than you see yourself … and I am holding you close within my heart as we speak. And I was here with you the other night when you dreamt of perfect union.
I was never so caught up in the illusions of the world that the truth of who you are was so completely buried beneath the judgments the world made of you, including your own. I was always able to see the truth of perfection beneath the lie of cancer or leukemia. I was always sensitive to the flame of love that burns so brightly in all of your souls. It filled the stadiums we played all over the world. I’ve talked about this before in these conversations.
Those things you mentioned are judgments that you’ve believed and internalized … just superficial exterior trappings … like the props in a play … illusions. By internalizing them, you’ve given your power to define yourself over to those judgments, but they are not you. They look like the real thing … they may even sound like the real thing, but they aren’t really who you are. You are so much more than the sum of all those external and internal voices.
When submerged in the Oneness you were experiencing, those illusions … judgments like ‘fat’ and ‘old’ and ‘unattractive’ and ‘heavy’ and ‘awkward’ … just fade away and you know yourself as a perfect spark of divinity. You are stripped down to the perfection that lies at the heart of every human being buried beneath layer after layer of coldness and hardness … just like the wick lies at the heart of the candle you mentioned before. The spark of divinity hidden beneath all those layers that have cooled and hardened around it is exposed, naked … and the soul knows that those layers of coldness and hardness are not who it really is; that they are no longer needed for its protection; that the soul is so much more than the individual judgments it has made of itself … or internalized from others … or their sums.
When the match of Oneness strikes the wick, that wick is naked, exposed, transparent … and the layers of hardness and coldness melt away to reveal the flame of perfection that lies beneath. The soul knows no shame in this nakedness … only the joy of being freed of the coldness … only the wonder of discovery of what lies beneath the hardness that the process of life has formed around it … like the layers of wax and the candle wick.
If you could see yourselves as God sees you … and as I see you … you would all wonder and marvel at the sight.
Aww, Beloved, how beautiful!
When I woke up, I’m sure it won’t surprise you to hear that a song was playing in my head … a song by John Secada called Angel … actually, it was just the chorus of the song … repeating over and over when I woke up. The lyrics I heard are “I … I’ve tried to forget you, but the light of your eyes still shines … you shine like an angel … a spirit that won’t let me go.”
Ecstasy … bliss!
Now the challenge becomes bringing that experience of Oneness and total Love into your physical reality … accepting that Oneness as the way God intended all of us to live all the time … acting from that space of infinite, absolute Love to heal the world … and enlighten the wounds inflicted by judgment and intolerance.
You’ve been given a gift of remembrance … not just a dream, which is fairly common … but a reliving and remembering who you really are. Your mission, should you decide to accept it, is to allow that knowledge to inform your thoughts and words and actions … to redefine yourself using those Eternal Parameters you experienced in those bliss-filled moments … rather than the artificial, superficial judgments against which you’ve measured yourself up until now … … and to live from that place and knowledge of Oneness in every moment of the rest of your life.
Call for Love Daily Devotion – June 11, 2011
During the month of June, we commemorate the life of the phenomenon known to the world as Michael Jackson. We, his followers, find ourselves often immersed in sadness at his physical absence, shock at the world’s continued misunderstanding of the man we revere and misrepresentation of his generosity and genuine care for the disadvantaged and oppressed as sinister, and confusion as we so frequently feel his presence in various ways in our daily lives. We ask ourselves, “Why did he have to live with so much pain and sorrow?” and “How could everyone not see what is so clear?” And with undying gratitude, we pray that his energy will continue to be felt in our hearts and in our planet.
And most of us didn’t even know the man … had never had the opportunity to speak a private word with him or to ask him for one of those famous hugs.
During the next couple of weeks, we at Call for Love are remembering his family … his mother, Mrs. Katherine Jackson, for whom his absence is a wound that has to violate the integrity of her own soul … after all, she is his mother still and that bond can never be broken. We remember his children, Prince Michael I, Paris Michael Katherine and Prince Michael II (Blanket) … his brothers and sisters … his nieces, nephews, cousins … and yes, even, his father, Joe Jackson.
To these, Michael was not an impersonal megastar of unchallenged ability, prancing across the stage of our world. He was the one who suspended buckets of water over hotel room doors to drench their chief of security unexpectedly while touring. To these, he was the beautiful toddler, dancing to the rhythm of the rickety old washing machine as it spun its cycle and rushing into her arms to be comforted. To these, he was the prankster who made up silly nicknames for all of his siblings, cousins, nephews and friends. To these, he was the doting father who taught them how to tie their shoes and buttoned their sweaters on cool days, brushed their hair, heard their prayers and kissed their foreheads as they lay down to sleep. To these, he was joy and irritation sprinkled with liberal doses of love.
As his brother, Marlon, responded to a request to describe each of his siblings in five words or less by an interviewer, he was a ‘blessing.’ For each of the other siblings, his response had been an earthbound catch phrase like ‘ladies man’ or ‘joker’ or ‘serious’ or ‘mechanic’ as each name was called. However, he used just one word to describe his brother, Michael, and that word was anything but earthbound … a ‘blessing.’
Whether we followed Michel Jackson’s career from the early years or were awakened as he departed from our physical Earth, we’ve all been blessed by this ‘blessing’… perhaps, none more so than his family and close, personal friends.
So, for Michael Jackson’s family … those who were closest to him and knew him as a ‘blessing’ even in the midst of the petty annoyance he must have caused with his fifty years of mischievousness during his physical incarnation, let’s all take a moment during these next couple of weeks, as we approach the second anniversary of his re-birth, to lift them up in our daily prayers.
Let’s pray that each of them … in his or her own individual way … feels his presence … knows his continuing love for them because love does, indeed, ‘live forever’ … hears his voice resounding in their hearts at moments when advice or comfort is needed … understands and experiences in an intimate assurance that he hasn’t left them alone in quiet moments of reflection or in dreams … and finds some small comfort in the midst of devastating loss.
Let’s find ways of reassuring them of our continued presence in physical ways … like flowers or gifts at Forrest Lawn or letters and cards delivered to their home. In this, let’s pray that they will feel their son’s … brother’s … father’s … uncle’s continuing care for them … that they are not alone, for we are here with them.
Jan – June 10, 2011
I’m jealous of you for having had such a vivid dream!!! Thank you once again for sharing these Conversations with us.
I am speechless with utter gratitude at how you (and he) so described and experiences so similar to my own. The “union” (which is what he called it to me, illustrating it by putting my two hands meshed as if in prayer; one hand him…one hand me, breathing his breath in the cup between them). The perfect union of a oneness that allows for utter statisfaction at a level I didn’t think was even possible. To open new realms of experience of the soul. To know – really know – that you are loved and cherished. And feeling the sublime submersion — I put it this way: like being a cork on the ocean. Totally engulfed! He has put it to me this way, as in the Garden of Eden, originally they were ‘naked and unashamed’. So has it come full circle that i who once despised my body, now feel so loved and cherished and as he puts it “beautiful”. It’s taken a while to believe him…he had decades of conditioning to overcome in my psyche, my self esteem, my ego, my id. My box of ‘I Can’t’. I began to believe his words as true. Liberating. To where I wanted to throw myself with an utter reckless abandon into that love. To mesh with him, and never come out of it. To bond inextricably. A longing, craving, aching need I never had before…now that “my soul had found the one it loves”.
Thank you for your candor and honesty in sharing these experiences. About his love, his amazing laughter! and even his irritating ways…for they are all a part of what makes him him. But in the end, I realize that he’s always right, and I’d rather be with him than anyone else.
(Apparently the code i used to emphasize the word made it disappear!)
It should read I am speechless with utter gratitude at how you (and he) so described and EXPLAINED experiences so similar to my own.
Wow.. what a wonderful blissful experience to feel that Oneness of Michael and the Divine! Light and Love Susanxoxo
Blessing is the perfect word for Michael, and for this gift you received of remembering the Truth of who you are. Your descriptions are nothing short of transcendent in sharing and putting into words what can not be confined to words. I so appreciate your beautiful analogies in the attempt to share what is so personal. And it most definitely was NOT a dream.
My Dear Jan,
Exhale, honey… exhale! 😉
Oh my… I don’t know where to begin. I came back from lunch and decided I would read this before I got my head buried in boring paperwork. I cried through the whole thing (I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to get my work done now!!) because you expressed everything that I have been attempting to express in so much of my writing, but I have not been able to describe it as perfectly as you have done here!! No, I have not had your dream experience, but I understand everything you are saying when you describe the FEELING of it. THAT is the gift Mcheal has given each of us through our own unique experiences – awareness of our own inner beauty and our worthiness of it – unconditional love, perfect love that can only come from God – getting back in touch with our Source of power and light, the spark of Divine creation that is in each of us and is God’s intention for us – feeling completely and ever-lastingly cherished…, ahhh, how many of us have longed for that all of our lives?! The feeling of total ONEness and unity with a soul mate – the other part of us from which we have been separated in this lifetime due to human failings and limitations, judgments and expectations.
My total awe of Him and this amazing gift He has given us has been re-ignited by reading your beautiful expression of your ‘dream’ experience. THIS is what I mean when I tell you that your prose IS poetry!! VERY powerful and sooooo beautifully written, my dear. What a wonderful gift to all of us! Thank you from the bottom of my heart. You took me there with you, I FELT it, and I needed that!
But most of all, I’m so happy for you that you were able to have this experience and to write about it. Now, it is a part of your HIStory (your own and yours with Michael) documented for all time, and you can return to it any time you need to remember that FEELING!
I LOVE you for daring to share it with us.
I’m not sure if I’m doing this right – hope I don’t lose my original message – but I somehow lost my name in this post. This is Charlene, in case you didn’t figure it out!! Aha! LOVE You…
I don’t have dreams of him. He wakes me up to have a dream.
You have truly out-done yourself here, Jan. All of your conversations have been awesome, but this one is tops. In these “dreams” (for lack of a better word) you are right…it’s the feeling that is most overpowering…the visual/ auditory/touch may or may not be there, but the emotion is crystal clear. Thank you for putting it into words. Now it’s up to us to act on it.
Love you MORE.
We all have to be very thankful for dear Michael’s presence here with us, the way he’s always so attentious… I only can say thank you from the bottom of my heart to him and to those who proposed themselves to spread his message here on Earth. God bless you, Jan, and all the messengers! God bless the MJ family / fans and give all of them awareness and pureness of heart to receive God’s love and to keep Michael’s mission alive.
I pray too to the Jackson family, especially to Mrs. Katherine, Prince, Paris and Blanket. This is not an easy month for them (June..) and I pray that the Lord will comfort their hearts.
Much love to all,
Mayra
Dear Jan i am just goint to say that i too have had a simmilar experiance of the ‘Oneness’ and i understand more about what i felt was thank you so much for sharing this with us i don’t feel strange or different anymore.
I have always wondered what this “feeling” is all about, this feeling of oneness. Jan I have never seen this expressed so eloquently and clearly as you have done. The idea of being able to put this into our own physical reality is just so “wow” – words escape me.
Michael is an ambassador of the highest spiritual source. His love is divine, non physical and not exclusive but universal. With Michael´s love there is always a third component present, God. It´s always a great honor to be visited by Michael.
This is called “rending the veil”. The complete dissolving of the barrier that separates physical beings from the spiritual realm. Many times it has been said of Michael that he was a “barrier buster” and indeed he is. He removed color barriers, gender barriers, barriers between innocence and cynicism…..give Michael a barrier and he shredded it whether humanity liked it or not. As the Master Teacher Jesus 2000+ years ago, his ministry was to dissolve the barrier of death by ALLOWING himself to be crucified for the good of all so that this could be accomplished. This Son of God physically died but rose again, walked among us, and death (separation) was forever abolished. As now, many turned their backs, but many understood. Each one of us stood by him then as we stand by him now. We get it. And since there is no death, there is no separation! The only ILLUSION left is us not being able to “see” what is all around us because to us it is invisible, so we think it doesn’t exist. Fast forward 2000 years and this Son of God came again, now called Michael, to do and teach the exact same thing (humans are kinda stuck on stupid sometimes), and now as we move out of the sixth day (the number of man, hence all the struggle and turmoil and human issues) and into the seventh day (the number of divinity, the day of rest, a.k.a. God’s day) the barrier is being shattered AGAIN by the one who allowed himself to be crucified for the good of all. And with grace and beauty and dignity he accomplished what he was sent here to do, whether understood or not. Eternal love and gratitude Michael.
Everyone…check the wonderful fan made video of “Behind the Mask” It’s so cool 🙂
Journal…….
Me: Michael what do you think of the video “Behind the Mask”
Michael: I am very happy
Me: I love it
Michael Thank you……….:-)
Jan…even if exact words haven’t been invented to exactly describe this ‘dream,’ you’ve done so in a way that has left my heart bursting with excitement and tears about to fall from my eyes. What a gift you’ve been given, to be submerged this state of bliss while still undergoing your human experience of separation–and with a man who emanated L.O.V.E. from every fiber of his being! 😀 Thank you so much for sharing an experience I’m sure you’ll never forget.