Thank you, Maureen.
I’ve been caught up in a bit of a downer mood — a sense of isolation or unwillingness to interact. Hardly anything as severe as once would have laid me low: depression. But, just a wait and see holding pattern. Try a few new things. So, downloaded a few new books, reading a “History of Islam,” and a new murder mystery author from Iceland in addition to all of my other ongoing interests. But, Maureen perceived that I was a little too isolated and sent me the following POF Transcript from back in 2010. Very applicable.
[Geraldine]: I would like to know how my karmic theme of Mindfuck shows up in “more insidious and personal” ways during this Old soul level?
[MEntity]: The most relevant references we might find within the current life would be those periods wherein the very value of your Being was put into question because of the chaotic and painful relationships that demanded attention, but with no truly satisfying resolution.
[MEntity]: This affected the current personality in two ways: in a way we might call “becoming calloused,” and in a way that might be called “sternly fragile.”
[MEntity]: In other words, it created a shell around a pool.
[MEntity]: Much like an egg.
[Geraldine]: Yeah, but I thought I was a hard-boiled egg.
[MEntity]: The insidious and personal part of this was in the near-condemnation of the self as having to simply resign to that state based on the reflections of the life at the time.
[MEntity]: What has come from this, however, was the nurturing of that state of “eggness,” so to speak, and from that a “new life” has emerged
[MEntity]: Rather than succumbing to the mindfuck of experiences this life may have had, you rose above those to a great extent by “getting real about what is real.”
[Geraldine]: One must survive in order to live long enough
[MEntity]: By that, we mean that you have moved into a state that allows room for the fact that what is real is never something that can be defined by one person.
[Geraldine]: yes, tis true
[MEntity]: Or one teaching. Or one teacher. Or one day. Or one year. Or one lifetime
I’m feeling my eggness. Singing, “I am the Egg-ness,” sung to the tune of “I am the walrus.”
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, goo goo goo joob
Heh. Another one of those intuitive leaps when memory doesn’t know, but “I” do.
Although, on Michael final statement, about one teacher, at this point in my life I consider Michael to be my only “teacher;” although, I consider fellow students to be teachers, too. At least on matters unseen. But, since I’m always validating whatever Michael says from other sources, usually unintended sources, I do recognize other teachers. I also recognize myself as teacher. There are unique insights that only I can make about resonances I feel. Accepting oneself as teacher is one of the last steps of letting go of mindfucks. I AM the Egg.