End of Autumn

A short note left for the next arriving souls. (A ongoing collaborative story written by awakening souls. So, I ask, or challenge you to add to this tale of awakening. Contact me for more info.).

UPDATE - A NEW VIDEO ADAPTATION OF THIS PROJECT IS OUT AND READY TO BE ENJOYED. PART ONE WAS RELEASED TODAY, WITH MORE TO COME. PLEASE, LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS, GIVE A LIKE/HEART, AND PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SHARE WITH OTHERS. OH, IF YOU FEEL SO INCLINED, JOIN IN THE COLLABORATION. THE MORE POINTS OF VIEW, THE BETTER. FOR MORE INFORMATION, PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING.

NOW, FOR THE VIDEO ADAPTATION OF, “THE END OF AUTUMN”:

Hello, this is Mark, of, “I Am - Wisdom” newsletter. I have been discussing creating a collaborative book (or a digital conveyance) regarding our presence here at this time. There is a reason we are each here at this moment. Each and all of us are students and teachers, each learning and unlearning, and each conveying our experiences and revelations to those to come. There is a reason the “Holy Spirit” is included in the trinity of life, and the reason, is us. As with many things, there has been and is much confusion and deception regarding we beautiful souls. Now is our time. There is reason that we are conveying eternal and infinite wisdoms now. You see, we are the Holy Spirit. We are the light of light.

To start things off, I have written what came to me last night, as I slept. This is how and why I write. This is my reason for being. As you will see, I have begun the book in a format of a note to those here, and those yet to arrive. As you will see, it is from the perspective of one who is nearing their time of death and rebirth, of leaving and arriving, of, alpha and omega. This is a note to new arrivals in the “boot camp” called life on planet earth. I started this from my perspective, but am asking you to add to this story from your perspective. This section being written now, is the preamble of our book. The guts of the book, will be our conveyances, our writings of our experiential revelations. I hope you will participate, and, I hope you add others you know who are walking their paths home. We are, at the end, all walking each other home. Should you not want to be part of this collaboration, no worries. Just let me know. Your time to convey in your way, is coming.

(More specifics to come. I hope we can all work together, to bring this to fruition. Also, I have included a couple of my other writings. I did this as an example of what the guts of the book will include. There is much to be done, but together, we, with our various experiences and talents, can bring the world more than it believes it is. ANY SUGGESTIONS ON HOW TO MOVE FORWARD, WILL BE GRATEFULLY APPRECIATED.) ~ Mark Bell

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Beginning of Preamble - End of Autumn

I arrived here at a very green time, spring they called it. It was cool, if not cold to me, but it was my first time to ever experience temperature. It was exhilarating! Others were rushing about, yes, that was how they described this time, a joyful busy time - a time of doing, planting, dancing, mating, and preparing. The story was true, yet it wasn’t; they weren’t wearing fig leaves, but short pants. They called this time, spring. Yes, here, they determined time by physical events. Time consumed their lives; it controlled them. It was like donning a ball and chain, and no one seemed to mind. Time, somehow comforted them in its control over them. I guess one can become used to anything.

It seemed so foreign to me, so, difficult here. It was like walking with thousands of pounds upon you, and no, I’m not just talking about physical gravity, but the gravity of what people did to exist. The first thing I noticed, they did not know what I wanted, my thoughts. Wow, thoughts! Wow, now this was interesting. Instead of just being what you wanted, you had to think about it, and then do something with your vessel, your body, they called it. This doingness is how they manifested. They called it, “rolling up your sleeves and getten-er-done.” Another wow, here you had to wear clothes. An even a bigger wow, here, you had to have a vessel, or no one knew you existed! And this carried over to what people collected, what they, “owned” and wore. Here, the more you owned and the larger things you had, the more others supposedly saw you. The more you had, the more you were. There were people living on the streets, just laying on ground, and everyone just walked by, as if they couldn’t see them. Then, there were television shows and movies (that’s a whole other story) made of people who had big places. Everyone noticed those people, and in fact, everyone tried to be like them. Truly, this place is like a masquerade ball, with everyone trying to be someone else, someone better, someone different, someone seen but not seen. Holy dichotomy, Batman! Another story for another time. You’re going to have to bare with me in the telling of this story. I’m so used to having to speak and convey physically, it is almost part of me now. When I arrived back here, home, it was like when I arrived on earth, that’s what they call what they think is home. I apologize. I get lost trying to tell this tale. When I first got to earth, I couldn’t do anything, kind of like I feel now. Others had to carry me around. I had no way to move about. Again, there you had to do something to be somewhere, instead of just being there. Wow. There, in their dimension, is a difference between there and here - they call it distance, or, time and space. And, they have all these “calculations” determining where they are, compared to where they want to be. It is so complex and hard here. No wonder I never fit in.

You’ll have to forgive me. As I write this for you, I am dying. Another wow. Here, you supposedly “die” when your vessel stops working. It is even more difficult during this time, as what they call a brain stops conveying to the rest of the vessel. It becomes very hard to just think, let alone do something.

As you first arrive here, it is euphoric. It is surreal, like your first time experiencing everything less than but part of who we are. It can feel exciting, as it is so, so different. Here, they have a thing called movies and games, which people watch or do, so they feel like they are someone and someplace else. I came to realize they are trying to be the origin or essence of them, of who you are, or were. It is so confusing here. Here, you are still you, but over your time being here, you forget you and everything about you. You become a character, a person, a thing other than you, and forget you are you. People here, believe they are someone, or something other than who and what they actually are. They, well, you will totally forget you, who and what you are, so, you, they, ahhhhhhhhhhh!! God, I hate this fucking place! Sorry about the rant and the colorful word. I know you don’t know this word, fuck, yet, but you will. Actually, it is a terrific word. You can convey almost anything and everything using this word. But, you will find out, people here think they are hurt when they hear this word, and some other words as well. If this place was not so tragically ugly, it would be a beautiful comedy.

There is so much to tell you, to help you here, but I am having a hard time focusing. I just cannot remember how to speak, let alone type. I find it difficult now to even hold my head up. I just want to close my eyes and rest, sleep, to go home…

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My mother had lost a pregnancy, just before I was born.

It must have been tough on her, but The Creator gave her me, a year following.

Spring! The Time of Revival!

Spring! The rising of the Sun!

Spring! The In-Between!

Spring! The End of Autumn!

I was born in the Spring.

I arrived with Spring.

And the Sun, has always been my delight.

What are we saying?

All about The Transition, from Fall to Rise, from Death to Eternity.

The moment where you feel your soul departing, and arriving, You In Spring.

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Femi Makanjuola

Femi’s Substack

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You see I like earth, I like the trees, the plants, the sun, the sky, the water.

There's just one thing. The people.

There are people who are not sure who they are and spend their time trying to become more of who they think they are. They try to put me in that box too. I hate being put into a box. I hate to be told to be something I intrinsically know I'm not. But I love earth. I love the planet and how it moves. I love the vast landscape that makes me feel small yet still connected to our almighty home.

I try to find home in other people but I can only find home in those that have found home within themselves. And the home within themselves is that home that is beyond our comprehension of what is visible in this time space dimension. As I travel through the days and deeper through my own spirit, I know my time in this earthly home is temporary.

I yearn to find the freedom seekers, the ones that use their voice unapologetically. I fear I will never use my voice in the way I know how to. I refuse to be another voice which is a culmination of all words spoken through the vessels of other people. As I can hear my own voice I know I need not speak the words of another for I have been blessed with the voice of my own soul.

I refuse to be a product of the world and the environment in which I travel. Only through returning to the the blissful whisper of nature and the vibrations that emanate through me from the divine can I connect to the wholeness of my voice. My spirit desperately yearns to be free from what it's been taught to be on this plane.

However, I love earth, as I know it's my home from home where I can expand more of who I am inside. ~

Natalie

Let's talk

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If you are lucky, you'll experience opening your eyes twice in a lifetime. That is the blessing all of humanity simply must experience. The second opening of eyes. Because after that moment, regardless of whether it spurred from a black moment or a white one, you will never be the same.

I tried very much. To go back to sleep. I tried closing my eyes and pretending it had never happened. I put that blindfold back on and pretended I could keep on walking the same path. But my eyes had been opened and could never be closed again now. Even when I numbed my entire existence with my poisons of choice. Even when I abandoned myself, ran away from myself, and gave up on myself. Only one thing remained with me through that denial stage, TRUTH. I could not escape it. The second opening of eyes was a blindfold I could never again put on. And I had no choice but to face it all. The good. The bad. And the ugly.

Whenever that blindfold falls from your eyes, you will remember who you are. You will see all that you've been. All that's ever made you. Fragments of yourself that you've built your illusory reality out of. You'll finally understand the magic of a magician. You’ll understand the roots that have you rooted you here and chains that await your enslavement. You'll see all the versions of you that have existed and realize that many still remain within the version of you that stands with a blindfold in hand now.

You will refuse to ask yourself the one question that will crumble whatever remains of the foundations that were laid before your first opening of eyes:

“WHO AM I?”

Embarking on this journey of self-discovery will sustain your developing sense of self and if you’re lucky awaken the parts of your soul keen on elevating your consciousness level like intuition and discernment. Self-actualization is the gift of solving the puzzle of you that’s come to exist in this present moment. Subconscious reprogramming is the priceless treasure.

The answer I found for myself: I AM <3

There are five things that cultivating for oneself is essential in choosing to operate going forward from the most authentic version that exists of our highest self.

1. Courage

The denial stage exists for a reason because it takes choosing to grow, change, evolve to overcome it. The advice I give myself now: 5 seconds of courage is all it takes.

2. Grounding

This physical Earth is jaw-droppingly beautiful and finding moments to appreciate the simpler things helps to center your soul to the thread that knits everything in the universe together, energy. Bask in the last rays of a golden sunset or the feeling of cold grass between your toes on a summer night or even the wind as it dances so lightly on your skin as it endlessly carries whispers for miles. One day, you just might hear it and truly listen to what it’s saying. Everything, Everywhere and Always connected.

3. Faith

I preach this. Faith over Fear. Love over hate. Within God over without God.

It’s hard at times to stand by it. Sometimes I falter and lose myself in the perception of the day-to-day illusion. Sometimes I forget to love the harder things to love and forget to believe in the inconceivable. The point is to always choose to blossom and open every morning like lotus flowers do every morning with each new day the sun brings.

4. Compassion

Choosing yourself means choosing to let go and surrender to people, things, situations and even versions of yourself that simply no longer align with your most authentic self. Way easier said than done. Life will never stop trying to teach you lessons and growth will primarily come from the failure of them. Show yourself true compassion and care. Let the light that emanates radiantly from that unconditional self-love, hold you tight and bring you peace and comfort with whatever you struggle with. We all deserve that. Unconditional love is our birthright. Never forget that.

5. Acceptance

If you had the chance to rewrite any of your past, what would you change?

Whatever your answer is, just know that there is no right or wrong. Acceptance comes when you can answer this question candidly and wholeheartedly refuse the offer to change anything at all. When you realize that everything in your past has created the version that you are now, you simultaneously understand the purpose of your existence. The why factor that motivates us to go out into the world and consciously create with passion and share our soul’s journey with others that cross our path. We are mirrors. Before you can see another as one, you have accepted all that you see in your own reflection. You have made your Piece of Peace.

Enjoy your experience and embrace the unknown. You haven’t got much time. Neither one of us does. Just as some come to an end, the journey for others begins. The cycle of life keeps going and energy is transformed over and over and infinitely times over again. Love is the key to everything. Love will bring you balance in an enigmatic world losing its own.

Stay blessed. Good luck and I love you. ~

Atala Galaz

I AM

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Beyond the poetry of us, of our miniscule but wondrously vast beingness, there is the mess of it all. There is, a romantic aspect to the destruction and creation of us, but until experienced, not viewed as such.

Being able to survive alone: Very doable, but very much easier said than done. When one commits all of their heart, and that recipient "leaves", Oh My. Having endured this with the death of my wife, and again with my twin-flame, and once more in the loss of my worldly perspectives, words do not describe that experience. It felt as if the world collapsed upon itself. I couldn't walk, not even a 100 yards without falling to my knees. Spending nearly three years sequestered in my room, crying, sleeping and not eating but every few days, I wanted only not to breath again. I had become the gravity of a galactic blackhole, devoid and empty, yet open to receiving everything. It was time for my rebirth, my being okay being spiritually naked, an empty cup waiting to be filled with all that is good and holy. That time was the time of awakening from learned, kept, self-generated, and self-righteously defended worldly deceptions. It was my "Dark Night of the Soul", my satori, my "I Am" moments, my dance with chaos.

Let me put it this way - in our darkness, lives our light. The event of being broken down, and every moment since, is the most destructive time of life. It too, and yes, you will survive as did I, is the most preciously beautiful birth ever experienced. It is a messy tumultuous finding of home - A New Year, so-to-speak; never again perceiving one's self as merely and only flesh, as, “of the world.” This is when we realize we were not living, but dying.

This is our return to innocence, of Being the essence and image of God.

~ I Am - Wisdom (Mark)

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To get a good start one needs to prepare

Whenever possible, but much comes on dare

Eternity is always beckoning from day one

Neath shadow of time, adventures say run

To capture all you planned before race is done

Yet it hardly seems a blink when vision peered

Zenith, in sight, blue orbs never veered

Eyes of an ancient wrapped securely

Restless to be ready to run freely

Over the blanket edge reviewing life's sum

Tasking lessons learned, never to repeat

When knowing those paths lead to defeat

Eternity forgives knowing the pitfalls

Nonetheless, running a maze, smashing into walls

Troublesome when weakness is not overcome

Yearning Almighty's love threaded strum

Over the eons connecting, losing, again comes the hum

Never wavering in the fragile container, determined

Eternity's shadow holding, keeping all clear minded

~ PLS/PCS~12/31/2020 ~ Paula Shene (Paula Shene)

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LOVE LOST TO THE AGES

Landing into a world of time

Overcoming separation of prime

Venturing forward at times brave

Events seem too hard not to cave

Love supreme, chips given a chance

Over time recognizing the parlance

Still a battle to fight, overcome, decide

Time too long not a child, missing too as bride.

Tumbling leaves in the wind as pages of life

Open a story sometimes of love, sometimes of strife.

Then into time comes the chips that fit into the heart

Heart softened by sorrow, by care, unfurls as a dart

Enters and pours out unconditional love from the ages

Again, met, set, and match to finish a story's pages

God's plan in action, turning sorrow into rapture

End of times comes for all when the spirit is in capture

Spirits arise to source to return, lesson learned or again returned?

~PLS/PCS~1/9/2021 ~ Paula Shene (Paula Shene)

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A Devil’s Delight

(To Smoke or Not To Smoke, That Is The Question. Hmmm, maybe not.
To judge or not - Yes, that’s the question. Mmmm, how about, to love or not love? It is the question, To Be or Be Not. In just being, we add nothing, nor do we take anything away. We Just Are, and We Are Beautiful.)

Just a little note: Even from an image of a butt on the ground, great things emerge. For the most part, everything before and after, came from a bantering of perspectives. For me, I gained everything. For others, they ended up deleting their initial commentary. Again, what we glean or do not, depends on our individual perspectives, our willingness, or not, and what we do from there.

Below is just one part of the entire conversation about the morality, as seen by one, of smoking. I saved much of the conversation, but for the sake of this writing, I will only include particular portions. The idea of this writing, is not to delight the devil in the details.

(For interest’s sake, here is the image that helped begin the conversation, and in the end, end the conversation.)

Oh, what a paradox.

”…our history, rather it exists, or does only in memory, is part of how most view life. We all start out being carried around, then crawling, etc. To exclude history because it is no longer palatable, is nonsensical. Honestly, how would books be written if we left out everything that we no longer relate to in our lives? Would books or the reading of them, even be needed? Would our experience of NOW, without anything else, no yesterdays or tomorrows, be less or more relevant, more actual? Just in this longwinded conversation, our jitterbugging with our recent history, confined us to a pissing contest of perspectives; To smoke or not to smoke? While this may be so relevant to us, it does not exist for anyone outside this conversation. Look at how much we missed, or gained from this devil’s delight?

More basic than that, it is not our business. What we do ourselves, now that is our concern. As "spiritual" cognizant energy, this physical experience is but a moment in our existence. In the big infinite experience of us, what we do here, in this form, means only that we lived, learned, unlearned and, hopefully had some fun.

I'm 70 years old. I've done more than most can imagine, and should probably be dead long ago because of those experiences. The notion that one is less because they are uneducated, poor, etc., is horse dung. I grew up in a family of multiple master's degrees, very well “educated”, which means little more than having been indoctrinated into a designed way of living, not to be confused with critical thinking, or just Being without Being. Some of the most educated and influential in the world, war for profit, turn healthy nutrition into poisonous instant gratification for money, and an illusion of self-value. Go to any hospital, and take note of what their cafeteria serves, and, what the doctors, nurses and staff eat. The honest facts of that one aspect, begs to be seen as drumming up business while purportedly healing people. And, don't get me started on pharmaceuticals.

Now, there I go, chucking stones. 😉 Long story, short, we each should live our lives the way we choose, and without castification of others or self.

Last, most "well educated" who have experienced their satori, will tell you from that point in their lives, human education was less important, if not insignificant. But then again, was it?

Look at all that has taken place from misguided ire? If one lives from their "self-elevated" relevance, of greater than bugs, simplemindedness, of you do this, but I do that, how much we miss in our discounting. We are one of many facets, experiencing everything. We should do it in joy, not condemnation.

Food for thought.

Oh, how precious are the days and moments of death, for new doors are opened to new beginnings. Did you think this was the end?

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SO, START TYPING HERE, AFTER THE PARAGRAPH ABOVE AND BEFORE THE PARAGRAPH BELOW. REMEMBER, THIS IS A STORY, SO WHAT YOU ADD MUST KEEP THE INITIAL STORY IN MIND. IT IS OUR STORY, SO IF YOU TAKE IT IN A DIFFERENT DIRECTION OR ADD TO ITS CURRENT DIRECTION IS UP TO YOU. YOU MUST HOWEVER, TIE IN WHAT YOU CREATE WITH THE INITIAL STORY. THIS IS A FUN, CREATIVE PART OF THIS ENDEVOUR.

Last Paragraph

As the colors of this place faded, when its beauty was finally seen as ugliness, it was then when I realized, it was the end of autumn. Yet, it was spring when I arrived home.

~ I Am - Wisdom

End of Autumn - Photo by Me, Mark

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Here are a couple examples of what I hope the meat of our book contains. This will take time and working together, editing, organizing, etc. We are, however, the answer, so, we we must answer.

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