Ascension and an Integrated Time of Spiritual Development

I do feel the wholeness of who I am, and my potential. I foresee that earth life goes on, with spirits able to indwell their own body, with a core of all they have learned so far, as an integrated foundation. The Individual wholeness is of body, soul, mind and spirit, in balance, and is not with one aspect of our being divorced from or overriding to any other aspect of our being. It is a time for spiritual development, finally, beyond the way we started out. We are still of a whole spiritual creation, and we also are to know ourselves to be that individual part of the whole, like no other part. There is more coming than the concept of the ascension. Religions will call it the rapture, but will not exclude or leave anyone out or behind. In evolution of the body, humanity is finally evolved enough for our higher selves, living as spirit, to direct a life by being in the body. I experienced this in my own life in a starting way, in the late 1950’s.


I had this dream in 1956,  the year I was thirty-two. I was floating above a river. I felt as if I had been there looking on, forever. I paid no attention to what was going on there; it was just the view, as if nothing I could see there had any meaning or relationship to me. But, over time, I began to notice a girl child in the river, downstream from my viewpoint above. She was thrashing around as if she felt she was drowning, but was barely keeping her head above the water. In a way, I cared, but felt that this had nothing at all to do with me.
After some more time, as if much time had passed from when I first noticed the girl, I heard an old woman on the shore, on the higher riverbank at my right hand side of the river. She was shouting and shouting at the girl, to do this, do that, be careful, try harder. She seemed almost panic-stricken about the girl, but nothing she was saying or doing was any help to the child. I then knew that the girl child had quit listening to her a long time before, it was all just noise to her ears, to her mind.
I began to be more concerned, and to look around more. On the other and lower side of the river, I saw a female dog with her pups. She was doing a good job of mothering her pups, but was oblivious to anything outside of her small familiar place and home. I tried to get her attention, but she was totally unaware of me looking on.
I began to consider myself; I did not seem to have a body. I was floating there like an invisible cloud to anyone down there. I did not have arms or hands, or legs, yet I could see and hear. What else could I do?
Then, I looked to the other side of the river, at the mother dog and her pups. She was an admirable and beautiful dog, but not a human being. She did not know she had a mind, and she had no idea that the girl child was struggling in the river, she had never seen her. That struggle might have been emotional, but the mother dog had no concept or awareness of such a struggle going on.
Therefore, I was connected to the girl child, the old woman yelling, and even the dog with her pups. All of these were representative aspects of myself. And, they mostly were disconnected from each other. As in all of this dream, it seemed a very long time before I moved to do something. I went down to see each position, to look at the figure in it, more closely. I could not see any way to help the girl, nor could I get the old woman to notice me. But, I went to the dog, and got her attention. I got her to notice me, and with this, she became human. —————— She let me join with her, enter her body, and we pushed a log into the river. I think it was mainly a way for the girl to grab hold of something, from myself as a spirit. But, as the dog let me join with her, she was human, in the body I then could recognize as my own.  I felt that she also represented the Soul, the connections to family, to life, the responsibilities for and with others.  And, the log had been there by her, when we shoved it into the river for the girl child to hang onto.
I then went out over the river, and tried to get the girl to notice me, so I could tell her to take hold of that log. But, she was unaware of me, and unaware of the log floating near by. But, I again noticed the noise, the yammering of the old woman, the noise of the mind. I knew I had to address this next. I floated over there, and again she was not hearing me, unaware of me. But, when I tried to enter her, join with her, she was accepting of me coming in. And then, like mind to mind she could know how she had sounded, and that the child had long ago quit listening to her.  It was a re-echo of what had been said to me long before, or my own selection of what might be said to me then by others.
I got her to quiet down, and I was the one to  say through her what needed to be usefully said. It was then as if she was speaking normally, not yelling, and only saying, the log is right there by your hand, just reach out and grab hold of it. It was finally in my own voice.  But, still the girl was not hearing this.
Next, I had to go out by the girl child in the river. First, I tried to talk to her, but nothing worked until I entered her body, and I listened to the voice of the mind, and blindly reached out and felt for whatever it might be out there that I could hang onto. And I did it. That was the end of the dream.
My life has never been the same again.

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