When experiencers record their trips in spaceships to planets either distant in light years or as close as a slight dimensional shift, often amazed at the invites to guide the craft with their thoughts and their smooth learning curve in doing so, they look back over the years of night terrors which would herald their abduction from bedroom, car or yacht (as recounted in Donna Lynn’s From Fear To Love) and thrill to their triumph over fear and desperation.
Decades ago, as a reader of their reports, I wondered how many of them would survive with their sanity intact, such was the depth of their psychic disturbance. These days it would seem that many have made it through, if not with flying colours then at least with what John Mack once called a passport to the cosmos. Their jagged path to greater awareness and freedom from the dark shadows of paranoia and dissolution inspires one to see that others on this planet, trapped in the life or death struggles endemic to their stage in spiritual evolution, can and will move on past mutually assured destruction and into some form of peaceful co-existence, if not in this life then the next.
At this moment in time, in this pass in the unfolding of history, one can be forgiven for wondering what on earth can tempt others to engage in ruthless torture of their neighbours and countrymen, occurring as it does with grim regularity around the planet, most recently in Syria, as detailed in Operation Caesar: At The Heart Of The Syrian Death Machine by Garance Le Caisne.
The files, photos and videos, carefully smuggled out to safe keeping by brave souls ever willing to risk for the cause of truth and justice, are voluminous and undeniable, and comparisons to Nazi Germany and PolPot’s Cambodia shocking but appropriate. Assad and Putin and their complicit deniers may offer as much deceit and lies as their desperate agendas may generate but a cursory examination of the evidence soon usurps any protestation of innocence.
Barbarity rules, but why?
Because it’s in their nature? Because, like Stalin, they think they can get away with it? Because, Assad at least, felt his back against the wall, a rebel knife at his throat with the imminent demise of his family’s regime and honour and the bottled up vengeance for past repressions ready to explode? Because fighting fire with fire is the only way to go? Because religious fanatics are worse than authoritarian ruthlessness? Because the western democracies are too timid to intervene, exhausted as they are from earlier interventions? All that and more? Take your pick from these geopolitical options; each has its precedents well documented by hindsight and analysis and each can explain a part of the gruesome puzzle.
But behind it all lies man’s inhumanity to man, his endless willingness to butcher his neighbour to further an ideology, defend honour or conquer territory, territory which testifies to cultural domination and power. The power to define and dictate, the power to control. Yet replusive as these primitive responses to perceived threats are, their very presence opens the door to that mercy and unconditional love now being shown to the fleeing refugees, not only by those nations closest to the relentless fires of terror but by those of us relatively comfortable in our reactive distance.
This polarity, as plain as day for some years now, points up, at least for me, the two directions that the vibrational increase to the physical plane has produced, out of the hat, so to speak, that mysterious hat of manifestation. Those who are pivoting on their paranoid negativity, ethnic insecurity or religious fanaticism are pushed, helplessly it would seem, further down that road to face their grisly image in the mirror of history, where conscience and karma keep tabs on any attempts at tampering, while those who fled the the fantasies of tribalism and nationalism to embrace equality as a given rather than an issue up for debate, the open hearted acceptance of all humans regardless of social status, are reaping the harvest of that unconditional love extended to the dispossessed and suffering without qualm or question.
Seeing these two spheres of human activity shooting off in opposite directions is a relatively simple task for even the casual observer, but reconciling that anger and hatred with kindness and forgiveness and seeing them as integral parts of the One world we are tasked with inhabiting and surviving, that is the great challenge.The repeated callous infliction of indignities to corpses, after what may have been weeks of torture, is not what any civilised citizen wishes to be reminded of as the work day winds down and their children squeal with joy in the garden, but taking that remorseless cruelty into your heart and blessing it with that forgive them father for they know not what they do mantra is the position we are asked, as conscious souls collaborating in our own evolution, to occupy.
And I suspect that the many visiting alien life forms, once branded as heartless aggressors ignoring their victims pleas for release, and now finding themselves fascinated with our flexibility and resilience and sticking around to see how much of it they can suck up and remodel to their own specifications, will aid us in this challenge. Sampling our DNA for their hybridisation experiments is the least of it.