Yesterday’s channeling session involved a journey to the Akashic Records. Maitreya asked me to delay posting it and trust that today’s message would help to pave the way forward.
“Closed doors are closed doors,” he commented. “Be willing to stand in the open and look around, as well as within. Challenge your beliefs about feeling unworthy of experiencing joy in lieu of sorrow. The soul is beckoning you to unmask yourself. Heed its call.”
He then asked me to transcribe the conversation below. Namaste.
“Many of you already know what the Akashic Records are. Others have yet to take their place in line to review their individual soul’s history or reconsider whether their unworthiness is, in fact, the illusion that it is. Many of us made mistakes on our respective journeys toward enlightenment. Many of us were conscious, even then, of what our ego’s propensities and proclivities were, and acted out of alignment with our soul’s highest truth, choosing in the next step to correct our thoughts and behaviours. Man’s inner archetypal realm is not a barren wasteland. To some, it represents a clear vision of what the next realm is like. Not all visions man claims to see and thus purports to believe come true. Many anticipate a denial of love and immediately begin to erect roadblock after roadblock, in order to make it clear to another that what could quite easily be a hop, skip, and a jump will require significantly more effort. These are mind games, and far too many of you are accustomed to playing them, as far as affairs of the heart are concerned. The same holds true for friendships that have yet to be examined for their innate authenticity. We are not pointing fingers; we are merely adjusting our aim to pinpoint an area in need of recalibration.”
The woman suddenly began to hear the Universal Language of Light being spoken and an image of the new man appeared before her.
“Please don’t pull me in. Allow me to be,” she heard telepathically, masking her disappointment.
“Please unmask,” Maitreya recommended. “Just because you’re accustomed to wearing a mask, doesn’t mean that you need one now.”
“I get it,” the woman replied. “I just don’t know how to manoeuvre this. I don’t want to be the only one who wants things to move forward.”
“Stand quietly in the centre of yourself and hold the best possible outcome as being sufficient.”
“I know! I know!” the cynic exclaimed, understanding why they met.
“You both share an underlying resistance to being loved because of a history of repeated disappointments. Do not let his demeanor elevate cause for concern. Simply hold the best possible outcome as being what is needed most, regardless of what is wanted. Even if your reunion was only meant to rekindle a passionate desire to merge with another without a fear of being taken advantage of or of being refused affection, both of you have elevated the light codes within each other already, which will ultimately allow each of you to stand in your truth and continue serving humanity without interruption. His term on Earth might very well exceed your own, leaving him with ample time to—”
“Wait a second—”
“For the longest time, you wondered whether your life purpose would ever be revealed. Many are late bloomers, as they are known. Don’t trample on the garden, just because it isn’t growing as quickly as you’d like it to. Be patient. Cultivate your awareness more deeply.”
“’Stand and deliver your money or your life,’” the cynic started singing, and the fool said, “Hey, I was just thinking about that song from Adam Ant, too!”
“Speaking of Adamantine, you do know that both the soul and assorted stones and crystals contain many of the same light codes that are similarly embedded into the Earth’s grid, do you not?” Maitreya inquired.
“I hadn’t really thought of it that way before,” the woman admitted.
“Were you to research its properties, you might well determine that even the tiniest speck of Adamantine would be well worth the investment. You were planning on going on an adventure with the new man to a crystal store, were you not?”
“Be open to changing your plans for this weekend, providing you are feeling well enough to—”
“Stay home,” the martyr cautioned.
“No,” the victim replied. “How many times have I denied myself joy because of an innate sense of undeservedness? I no longer want to carry that.”
“Are you sure? What are you going to carry instead?” prodded the martyr.
“Joy,” the young girl said, holding out her hands.
“Cultivate joy in the palm of your hands. Be willing to release everything that prevents you from receiving it as a gift from the soul,” Maitreya replied.
~ Channeled December 6, 2018