How to Tell if You're Not From Here
Zeus mysteriously materialized in my life a few years ago. He's
a very complex, wise-cracking, irreverent dog with some serious
attitude. However, he is arguably the most highly evolved being
I have ever encountered. His great delight is in turning my
world (and yours) inside out and upside down, with the soul
purpose of revealing forgotten knowledge. For example: Only a
few of my closest friends have heard Zeus speak. When he
converses it's telepathic, but out of habit my friends sometimes
respond aloud, as I used to. He can project his thoughts so
perfectly that you'd swear you were listening to a real
voice--one with a delightful array of dialects and inflections,
plus an encyclopedic knowledge of cosmic and planetary data to
share.
When I asked him whether he could project into any mind on the
planet, he gave the most curious answer. "No. By prior
agreement, I'm restricted to interacting only with Wanderers and
the present crop of special children. I try to keep my curious
nose out of the rest of the planet's minds."
"Why is that?" I asked.
"Partly because they're disorganized, irrational, and petty.
Mostly because projecting my thoughts into ordinary human minds
would be a serious violation of their Free Will-not that I've
seen many of them making use of that gift," Zeus added.
"If you can talk to me, that must mean I'm a Wanderer. And
apparently some of my friends are too?"
"Why should that surprise you?" Zeus asked. "There are 70
million Wanderers incarnate on the planet right now. And even
though more than 90 percent of them haven't a clue as to who
they really are, they still manage to find each other by
instinct. Once I fill you in on a few details, you'll be able to
spot a fellow Wanderer in a New York minute."
"Start at the beginning. What makes me a Wanderer? And why are
we here?"
"Why do simple questions so often require complex answers?--like
'Daddy, where did I come from?' If I take the easy way out,
you'll be thanking storks or gynecologists for the rest of your
life. Listen up, now, from the broadest possible perspective, or
you'll misinterpret what you're about to hear."
"Sounds interesting to me," I said, fully aware that I was about
to learn something extraordinary.
Zeus began: "Without getting into the entire process of
Creation--which we'll save for another campfire--let me give you
a mini-course in the nature of the universe. All you need to
know for now is that the One is made of infinite parts."
"That makes no sense," I protested.
"Good," Zeus answered with a twinkle in his voice, "then we're
definitely on the right track. Those infinite parts are arranged
in seven successive layers of consciousness. The seven colors of
the visible spectrum are a useful analogy--the consciousness of
a rock is red; that of plants and animals is orange; humans are
yellow; pure love, or the Buddha/Christ consciousness, is green;
and so on. Blue is wisdom, indigo is unity, and the last is
violet."
"What happens after violet?"
"Violet is the gateway density, the last stage of consciousness
just before merging back with the Oneness. Then individual
awareness ceases. You return to undifferentiated consciousness,
just as a water molecule dissociates from the form of the water
drop when it falls back into the sea from which it originally
came."
"What do you mean by 'density'? And how come humans are only
number three out of the seven colors?" I felt like a child
asking why the sky is blue.
"A density is simply a band of awareness--akin to the band of
frequencies that define a color. The more elevated the level of
consciousness, the higher the density. Despite what your egos
would like to believe, humans are third-density beings--not even
at the halfway point. This planet and all its inhabitants are at
the very end of the current cycle, with an opportunity to
progress to the next density. But the collective mismanagement
of technology--not to mention your failure to grasp the purpose
of the game you've been playing--has threatened the survival of
your planet. It became obvious to those in the higher densities
that the human race is in deep trouble."
"And so the cavalry rode to the rescue!" I interjected.
"Unfortunately, little buddy, it's not that simple. Seventy
million evolved beings--primarily sixth density, with a
sprinkling of fifth and fourth thrown in-have incarnated on this
planet in human form. That means that they, like all other
earthlings, passed through the Veil of Forgetting. This
energetic filter is powerful enough to strip them of any
conscious knowledge of who they really are. As a consequence,
over 90 percent of your wandering cohorts have yet to awaken.
The cavalry itself needs rescuing before they can assist those
they came to serve."
"How can they wake up before it's too late?" I asked.
"By searching. By refusing to compromise or settle for less when
they know instinctively there's more. But most of all, by
remembering. When people cross your path, assume it's for a
purpose. Once you start looking, you'll be surprised by the
number of Wanderers you meet every day. How will you know them?
Well, for one thing, they're deeply saddened by the way humans
treat each other. They often suffer from allergies and physical
disorientation. They may find themselves withdrawing from former
friends and family and even from their previous belief systems.
And they often harbor a gnawing feeling that the Earth is not
their real home."
"That describes me to a T," I said. "So how do I reconnect with
who I am and why I came here?"
"You've opened the door already, simply by asking that question.
Just avoid the well-ingrained habit of slamming it shut every
time an answer comes. You can bypass the filters that cloud your
vision and keep the Veil in place by holding the question in
your mind. Those who aren't ready won't be able to undertake
this simple task. The more you can maintain that curiosity, the
faster you'll awaken. And then the fun really begins."