The Vessel: Sometimes you hide in the madness. It feels safer. People just think oh he’s crazy; he’s eccentric, ah, he’s just want one of those writers who live in his head too much and then you can continue your work without being totally noticed. This is stuff I think about, the need to hide until that specific moment when the light bringers will join in frequency and make the changes they were sent here to make. They killed so many witches in Europe because they were afraid of what they truly would bring.
Madam Monkeyfoot: What are you are hiding from?
The Vessel: Death. Them – the outsiders.
Madam Monkeyfoot: Ah, it is a fear. This is a fear you can use to your advantage instead of letting it use you. You must learn to see the bigger picture and not dwell on the mundane things or allow others to take you there because they are not empowering themselves. You do not need to be rescued. All that you need is within you. Now, thinking someone is going to ride up on a white horse and rescue you; that is in stories not in really life. You create situations to be rescued because you are still playing out an old story…the first story of abandonment…search within and you will bring that story out in your creative. The First Fear has many faces.
The Vessel: Fear has emptied out many people. So many people I see are so out of their body and don’t understand why they feel disconnected. And yet, they keep giving face to the world; here I am, I got it, I’m okay or not, I’m not okay, go away and leave me the hell alone and let me stew in my shit.
Madam Monkeyfoot: Many have made Fear a self aware entity. And it overshadows many.
The Vessel: I look in the mirror to see how much fear I still carry. This is not my face but this is the face I have to wear and I look in the mirror and wonder; why must I wear this face. This face does not hold my name.
I have met others who know they are not human but they are in human form. And some times it hurts because you know you are capable of being more than what you presently can do. And many are not awake yet; but you can since they are stirring. You can see it in their eyes, those who have other beings looking out. Yet, many of us still walk in the dark places. Sometimes, I wonder if I knew what I was getting into.
Madam Monkeyfoot: You have darker places to go. The light is every where. You are still judging darkness because of some of the places you go; some of the entities you encounter and the creatures you know you have been. Creation is vast; stop thinking, I have only incarnated into this realm of existence. You have opened your mind; now open your heart and feel your way. This is not a logical journey.
The Vessel: I know; consciousness is in all things. It’s just when you think, okay, I can handle this; bam…something otherworldly drops in, passes through you, better yet, you wake up and it is standing at the foot of your bed. And then the next day, you put on your corporate zombie face and march through the day thinking like them…is this all there is…but you know it isn’t…yet, part of you still want to be part of the popular package…but being herded around like a sheep…not feeling it.
Madam Monkeyfoot: You have made a path for many to walk. The voices you are hearing are on this journey with you. You do like being a tour guide or a host in this adventure through consciousness.
The Vessel: I’m just a regular revolving door.
Madam Monkeyfoot: You could shut it down.
The Vessel: Too many are still lost. The light is not fully conscious. And yet, it will be worth it when it fully downloads.
Madam Monkeyfoot: You are to be what humans can achieve. The light bringers will be come living examples. This does not mean standing on a soapbox waving your hands about. You transmit information by your presence. You must remember everyone is here to learn lessons. The confusion you are feeling is because you are transitioning. When you gather together as a group you will become another entity and do the work that you were sent here to do.
The Vessel: How long are we to be in this form?
Madam Monkeyfoot: This is the journey of your consciousness into light and darkness. Remember this is an adventure not the end of a story.
The Vessel: And the darkness is thick like molasses.
Madam Monkeyfoot: Then I suggest you make some biscuits. Biscuits and molasses, ah what a taste.
The Vessel: Southern style biscutis, with grits, some gravy, fried chicken wings, now that’s what I’m talking about.
Madam Monkeyfoot: Even in the darkest place, you can find beauty.
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