When I think of Ascension as a journey up a mountain, I weep. Because for me, that’s how it’s seemed.
I could have said pulling myself out of a swamp. Or crossing a desert.
These are just images, but I feel so tired looking at the journey from this vantage point. It’s been a long and arduous climb out of a cesspool of hatred and felt unworthiness.
All mine. It’s my movie picture I’m producing and directing. Not saying otherwise.
I reached the conclusions I did and forged the decisions. And then I mask it with “you made me” and “if it hadn’t been for you.”
However, on this journey, self-responsibility has only been reached comparatively recently.
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The one development that’s allowed for the greatest illumination of my ways of being has been changing my vote from hostility to harmony. That has thrown so much into stark relief and I’ve written about that. (1)
It’s also provided an opening through which the divine states can gain entry. Michael refers to this process in explaining...
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