You are asked to receive without expectation, without judgment.
Ann: Metatron? I don’t believe I know you.
Metatron*: Ann, we have met many times. We have simply not exchanged names in your current incarnation. Every time you ask to connect with those who have departed, I ease their way to find your outlet.
(Smiling.) Or should I say inlet. For what you offer is an inward path, a deep dive, not always a serious one, because the deeper we go the greater the joy.
This is what so many of these departed spirits have come back to tell you. Do not imagine that we do not know each other, for I am your right-hand man on many of these soul flights.
Many of you dwell in the world of intention, the world where plans must be made and achievements must be trotted out in order to validate the worth of spirit.
But what I have come to tell you is that being is enough. Being is enough. Revel in it, bathe in it, roll around in it with joy. Weep and rend your garments if you must when sorrow comes to you, but still rejoice in the life that you have been given.
There is a poem that is coming into Ann’s mind , see below.** Its essence is that of all that is asked of you in life is to rejoice in being - even in the face of failure.
The poet tells you that, of all things, this is the most difficult, but I will tell you a secret. Even more difficult is rejoicing in the depth of your being when all is going well, because then it is that the ego wants to take credit and will fight to the death when you see correctly that good and bad are but blips on the radar of your luminous spirit.
This, then, is when it is hardest to remember that you are simply being, that you are experiencing one of the many facets of the human experience that has been given to you to expand the spectrum of colors within your own soul and out into the ether. And do not doubt that everything you do is received in every corner of the cosmos.
When you take up this challenge, when you are willing to stand still, to let yourself and your world be put on hold, you will be able to look to the ultimate and essential beauty contained in your essence.
When you have waited, when you have accepted that you have been asked to stand still, when you are willing to receive gifts of great value but which are often closed off from view, gifts which will come when you have opened them without expectation, without demands of yourself or from their offerings, then you will experience being and presence, whether consciously or not.
You are asked to receive without expectation, without judgment, without any external markers which would tell you that you are progressing. No, receive, simply receive whatever it is it is. Wait, watch, take into your own being. As you’re able to do this you will find yourself rejoicing, dancing with your soul as it comes into its own.
You have many guides and angels that surround you. You may not be able to “see” them, but is simply to say that you do not know what you do not know. An even more truthfully, you do not know what you think you know.
Let go and enter into the world of divine creation.
December 12, 2024
*Metatron, the greatest of angels in Jewish myths and legends. Metatron is not a figure of the Hebrew Bible, but his name appears briefly in several passages of the Talmud. His legends are predominantly found in mystical Kabbalistic texts. He is variously identified as the Prince (or Angel) of the Presence, as Michael the archangel, or as Enoch after his bodily ascent into heaven. He is commonly described as a celestial scribe recording the sins and merits of men, as a guardian of heavenly secrets, as God’s mediator with men, as the “lesser Yahweh,” as the archetype of man, and as one “whose name is like that of his master.” Written and fact-checked by
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**To a Friend Whose Work Has Come to Nothing
Now all the truth is out,
Be secret and take defeat
From any brazen throat,
For how can you compete,
Being honor bred, with one
Who were it proved he lies
Were neither shamed in his own
Nor in his neighbors' eyes;
Bred to a harder thing
Than Triumph, turn away
And like a laughing string
Whereon mad fingers play
Amid a place of stone,
Be secret and exult,
Because of all things known
That is most difficult.
-William Butler Yeats, 1914
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