I do not know who will listen, or who will care…

4/17/12  7:48pm

I do not know who will listen, or who will care: I understand the world and its distractions so I had fought to live my own life because I felt that what I was being asked to do was mission impossible and inconceivable in this modern world. I have lived all over the world and know that there is beauty as well as decay, but with this condition and all that it made me experience and understand (the true face of humanity…both beautiful and ugly) that it would take more than me or any other person embodying its truth, providing evidence of why this energy came into existence in me and others. I have sought the support of the world by seeking to show through my own efforts to record, translate and articulate this higher consciousness. But I know deep within my heart, as I am sure most people know who are blessed and cursed with this consciousness which has such power to take over another’s life, choice and free will that it will take more than a voice or voices calling out in the wilderness of this world full of its hurt distractions and war to survive and fight for power to feel safe, to be indifferent to the suffering of others and the inequality of reality that has existed in human consciousness since the beginning of recorded time, to get humanity’s attention. I often wonder what is the point of taking over certain human beings’ consciousness and making us aware of our true divine nature in a world that would never truly rise, listen or hear the voices of reason and the light this knowledge brings as proven by all the people the information of this light has shared with them.

I know that most human beings, respect power, not elegant words of people who everything has been taken away from in order for them to fully embody the truth of the message of the highest vibration and consciousness of human potential.

I secretly know that no matter what it does or says through people like me, that humanity will never be collectively satisfied, nor pay attention unless their own immediate health and lives are threatened. In a way, I believe that what this force has done to me and people like me has been a waste of time, but it states that there is a plan and that this is part of the plan. I am exhausted folks, though still able to access my dimension of bliss, but this battle which I and others like me fought in the unseen and invisible world, which most in the west no longer believe exists, or that this plane of ideas is real. They believe in the physical, the tangible, the ‘real,’ and it will take much more than this energy rising in me, acting out in me and others, no matter how extraordinary it may be, to get the attention of the world. New York and the world have become too blasé, too indifferent and more concerned with money, safety, and power to listen to the voices of beings like me who are hosting and explaining the energy I have identified as the Energy of human evolution.

But if this is part of the plan and if this is the part I had to play, to testify to the truth of what is happening to me which medical science can not explain, then I have done my part, and as a friend said, then I can die with no regrets. Nothing can take away the inner joy I have discovered, not even the utter desolate pain and sorrow of being made into a voice calling out in the wilderness of the New York Urban jungle, the voice and explanation of change.