Chris: The Hushed Softness of Descending Grace
This afternoon while riding a shuttle bus from one hospital to another across town (as part of my day job), I was struck for a long moment by a heightened sense of reality.
It was preceded by a slow, steady downpour of soft, heavenly light upon the crown of my head, with feelings of deep peace and relaxation.
My conceptual mind completely relaxed to a state of thoughtless appreciation for the natural presence of all things as they are.
From this relaxed, open space, for the briefest moment I caught a glimpse of how the shift beyond 3D is a shift beyond conceptual thought and dichotomous, binary mental space altogether.
Because of this, it seems to me that the conceptual mind literally cannot conceive of or even coherently think about what ascension means.
Our ascension simply cannot be imagined. It cannot be described.
The reality of ascension, for a passing moment today, seemed to me to be a realm of vast and luminous softness, altogether yielding, and literally made of the substance of limitless unfolding acceptance.
This quality of wholeness defies the mind’s need to place things into perspective and divide them into hardened categories and names.
Rather, our Ascension is a realm of warmth, intimate softness: a realm of nearness and delicacy.
To rise to this realm together will be as certain — it seemed to me in that instant — as it must seem outlandish to the mind even now, given the way the world continues to appear.
And yet, this hushed softness of descending grace is more certain to me in my deepest depth than the continuing offensive appearance of our world of current events.
This descending heavenly love will come and find us as we are. It will envelop every last atom of this Earth. And all will be — and is being — increasingly suffused in a gathering of softest grace and living light, entirely beyond thought.
The mind may buck and back off from such heavenly abundance, offended perhaps by its inability to contain this heightened reality and true higher order in its limited conceptual categories.
But even that defiant mental bucking and reactive offense is itself merely the mind’s own reaction to that which is already here and gently increasing its presence as we speak.
Ascension is happening now in spite of the mind’s need to know what it is. It is more alive and more real than the mind can ever conceive of it. I imagine our Ascension as a kind of angelic interference over the mind’s right to know.
Because of this, I sense our Ascension is a paradox upon paradox; of paradoxes containing paradoxes, through and through.
The interference of heaven’s frequency into the present domain of our world’s bottoming-out may greatly offend the mind’s sense of logic and order of how things should be, and of how they should happen — including Ascension.
But this offense is not an intentional attempt to the belittle the mind or slight it in any way. It is, rather, simply a by-product of the total, radical renewal the world from the inside out — currently in progress — before the mind can even tell what has happened; beyond the mind’s scope of thought altogether.
Offense may be how the mind registers the anunciation into the world of a living order higher than itself, of which it cannot conceptualize, but merely surrender when it has at last exhausted its need to know the unknowable.
This is not to say the mind is of no value. Rather, it is merely to say that the mind is not necessarily equipped to recognize or relay the reality of our ascension as it continues to congeal and thicken into place all around us.