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Let’s not exchange one hierarchy for another. We don’t need mediators, channelers, or “middle-men.” No need to depend on “ascended masters,” Pleiadean star beings from the fifth dimension, or tiers of angelic messengers. All those are stories from the past. What we need is more direct and simple: alignment with the Christ, who in the final analysis is the I Am in your own heart. 

Just listen to the silence within you. You yourself are the channel. You channel God. The real ascended masters and intergalactic counselors are entangled in your physiology, nearer than your pulse. They are the moonlit glands in your own brain - pineal, pituitary, amygdala, hypothalamus - beaming neuropeptide soma juice to your frontal cortex, so that you may open your eyes and create the new earth by SEEING it. Be the seer, not the seen.

Mary Magdalene is your very breath. The Milky Way is the nectar she pours down your backbone. Your own heart is the garden where Jesus, the Master I Am, waits to meet her. Let one drop of Mary's bee-wild honey drip down the back of your throat, follow the path through the wilderness of your alveoli, and rest at the tip of the blade, your sternum. Let that pollen-drop fall into the valley of humility that lies at the edge of the forest, meeting the risen-fallen ocean of your belly. There in that sacred grove, let your exhalation plant its seed. Just for an instant there, before the inhalation arises like a breeze at dawn, yet that instant contains vast interplanetary space. One of those uncreated planets is yours.

Yes, that pin-prick between breaths is smaller than any point in space, yet it contains eternity. Have the courage to let go into that Bindhu, that Ayin Soph of pointless no-thing, and your surrender will nourish the world. This instant ripples into all space-time, healing seven generations past and seven generations to come.

A moment less than nothing, yet its vastness contains all the energy in creation. A doing less than action, yet this dynamic stillness trembles the heart of the galaxy. Each thread in the fabric of space-time is infinite. You just need to enter the warp and woof consciously. Become very insignificant. Be less than nothing!

Then you will see how the boundlessness of space and the eternity of time pervade one another in a continuum, yet their energy is granulated, like honey into crystals, so that we can delight in being particles, persons, greeting one another, dancing with one another, feeling one another’s fur. What a joy to say this common phrase, “one another”! Note the exquisite paradox. There is only One, yet it becomes an other for the sake of love.

Did your Teacher give you a mantra? Do you meditate upon the Name of God? Wonderful. Now let it sink into the sacred silence in your heart chakra. Every mantra, every name of God, comes from here. Do you meditate upon your breath? Wonderful. Now let it vanish into the sacred Ayin Soph between heartbeats. Every breath comes from here, laden with its cargo of starlight and bliss.

You think meditation is some fantasy? A new earth will blossom from the humble no-thing where one breath kisses another. This spark of no-thing is more solid than a diamond, compared to which the old earth is a dream, a mist, a mirage. You think this meditation is an avoidance of action? I tell you, one instant of this non-doing is the very deed from which all light arises “in the beginning.”

Enter, even for a moment, the seed in your heart where the voice of Jesus springs up, for this is the voice I Am. Hear this voice as your own voice, silently thundering: “I Am the light of the world.”

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Image: Sandanda, or Jesus, my favorite rendition. So close to how he appears to me in my own heart. But since he is the energy of I Am in your own heart chakra, you can portray this very personal vibration of divine love any way you like, the Glory of the formless playing through form.