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It would seem we are poised upon the precipice, darkness rising everywhere we turn. There was a time when I scoffed at the notion of evil. When I saw only the light, because that was what I wanted and needed to see. Then the darkness came to find me, confronting me in the deepest possible way, to challenge my naïveté and arrogance. There is a difference between generating a chosen, collective reality, and wishing for an escape from what feels too difficult to bear. In only one of these, our eyes are open wide.
Some of us cope with the shadow of this dimension by losing faith, settling into bitterness, compulsion, or blame. Others commit to an ungrounded pursuit of what feels better, chattering determinedly about all the wonderful things, until the backlog of denial reaches a melting point. But perhaps there is another way. What if we were to discover that it is not the pain of life, which is inevitable, but rather our response to it, which generates our suffering.
What if our true natures are alchemical, and rather than driving out darkness, we were meant to chew it, transform it, and spit it out into the fertile ground of a higher purpose. Is this not the end of separation, wherein all experiences flow downstream in a river of lifetimes, as we dance between dimensions and realms?
The following transmission is one of several received over the years, inquiring about the meaning of Evil. Dated May, 2020, it prepares us for the reckonings of our present times. No more hiding, no more denying, no more projecting.
Time is Now.
Enjoy the audio version to assist with integration. I would love to hear your thoughts about this perspective.
Adi
THE STORY OF EVILThe darkness you fear so muchmust be seenmust be tastedto be integratedto be understoodShadow cannot exist without lightLight is illuminated by shadowWe agree to experienceboth aspectsfor they are fundamentalto this creative realmFor centuries the perceived darknesswas our despised enemyWe fought itwith our armiesour missionariesour technocratsour superstarsand gods of every kindWe believed that this wasa battle which must be wonand they were the bad guysthe other the enemyand we were the heroesthe savioursthe righteousthe chosen in God’s eyesOur arguments were the bestour ideas were the most brilliantour teachings the most wiseWe were on the right teamwith the good guysEveryone elsewas over thereon the other sideWe needed the darknessto show ushow wonderful we wereand how perfect life would beif only we could eliminateeverything we didn’t likeeverything we didn’t want to seeWe conquered continentsdestroyed and enslaved nationsto show themjust how right we werewe built empirescreated religionseach one more righteous than the one beforeWe designed doctorsto eliminate our fearof traditional medicines and wayswe built schoolsto fill the minds of children with the information we deemed correctWe gathered and sheltered wealthso it could be controlled for our benefitby the ones who knew bestWe burned witchesand rainforestsand ancient Tibetan textsand Jews with their entire familiesin special ovens just for themWe shaved the sacred hair from the heads of the Creator’s childrenand silenced the language of trustfrom their hearts and their lipsWe sold slaves like animalsand animals like slaveswe put toddlers in cagesto keep our ideassafeWe cut the perfect beautiful sexual organsof our boys and of our girlsand filled their bodies with drugs and false foods and the inherited terrorof our narrow tribal decreesWe crushed the tenderness of their heartsand imprisoned our angry young menby the millions all over the worldWe worshipped our guns and our rocketsas we bombed our temples and mosqueswhile the priests raped our childrenand the men violated the womenand the women betrayed one anotherbecause that is whatthe powerless doOur chosen politicians shamed one anotherwith stories of someone else’s shadowand they even cried outShame! Shame! let me give you some more because you are the problemyou are the darknessyou are the otherand I separate myselfin my blame of youin the hope that I will findmy own precious safety in the distanceover hereWe have lived these beliefsfor centurieswe have danced in circlesaway from our own forgotten wisdomsince the beginning of humankindWe were proudof our conquestsour arrogance our ignoranceand our sanctioned cruelties and crimesWe wrote them into our sacred books we decreed them into lawWe made sure to silence and attack anyone who dared to disagreeWe rebelledand then we shot the rebelseven young girlson their way to schoolThe days of our childish denial are donethe days of believingthat evil is a force outside of us are overAnd the days of claiming our own humbling permission for truthhave only just begunThe habits of judgementand projectionthe trick of perceiving the problemas done to us by anotherthese no longer serve usthese are no longerwho we areThe stage of denying our unityis dissolving in its own chaosfor these days have fulfilled their purpose We are askedto beginagainThe false belief in separationis both the reason we sufferand the reason we embodied at allWe were born to learnto release our own painand this will bethe most courageous most terrifyingmost purposeful choice we will makein our experienceof wearing bodiesin our timeof inhabiting the dimensionof this gracious Mother EarthAnd it starts with our willingnessto seethat all the voices of dissentall the theoriesall the mistrustall the holier than thouall the off with their headsand lock them upall the cleaning of the swampsthe unfriendingthe finger-pointingthe calling outthe naming and reportingall of itall of itall of itleads us backto our own darknessas a foil to our own lightbecause when we can dare to knowthe completeness of our soulsthere will no longer be strangersin our worldThere is no misogynyno fear of the purity of womenwithout a separated masculinewho fears his own beautyhas been lost to the darkThere is no political oppressionno crushing of freedomsno subjugation of the meekwithout the ones who have useddesperate meansto run from their owninner powerlessnesstheir own denial of the shadowwhich crept in the windowof the woundingof their heartsThere is no perpetrator whowas not once a victimno bully who has not beenbullied in turnAnd so the voices of these timesrise up full of rage they did thisthey hurt methey lie to methey silence methey will force me to dowhat I do not choosethey are the madmenthe monstersthe demons and the dominatorsThey are the onesI fearAnd yetdear souls who ready yourselvesfor a time of the greatest surpriseyou have ever knownthe darkness is no foreignerthe darkness lives in youin me in every corner of our worldAre you Evil?No.This is the name we giveto the darkwhen we feel we must push itoutside of ourselvesso painful is itto seeto feelAre you righteous?No. This is the belief we preferbecause we are so afraid to own all the shattered aspects of the selfAre you mistaken?Deluded?Wrong?No.You are perfect in your inner horrorYou are exactlyas your soul intended you to be in this momentjust as you will be perfectas you transform in the nextand the nextborn into the very worldwhich asks youto dare to tell the truththat there is only one woundthe separation you are livingfrom yourselffrom your true naturefrom your rememberingof all that you call DivineYou are welcome to continueas long as you needYou may keep poisoning your worldYou are invited to keep hatingarguingbelieving yourselves to be victimisedYou have every rightto fight for your rightto be angry and miserableand confusedBecause you seeyou have been free all alongThe part of youthat is capableof the miracle of choosingto return to wholenessthis cannot be taken from youNot by the most vast oppressornot by any external enemynot by Death itselfAnd if there is one giftof these times it is this:The purging of the chaosyou have kept shutteredwithin your own selveswill finally reveal the only truthwhich is that the darknessyou so fear is as realas you allow it to beafter centuries of hiding it beneaththe trap door of your heartAnd so dear children of your Creator shout downthe walls of your own makingBlame until you have vomited outall the self-hatredyou hoard withinAnd then in the gentle spacewhich will comelike an eerie silenceonce the ground stops shakingonce the hurricane diesonce the flood waters recedeonce the fire burns itself to dustIn this silence you will hearthe breathing of your own lifeand you will noticethat the air you inhaleis the very same as that which your enemy breathes outThat the evil you paintedas unthinkableis alive and wellin an aspect of the selfyou have kept in the basementof your own beloved psycheand with its liberationall the monsterswill reveal themselvesas your very own childrensufferingterrifiedand aloneAnd then will comethe days of which you have dreamedthe politicians will stop their speechesthe prisons will open their doorsthe children will studyin the schools of the foreststhe rivers and the skiesThe four-leggeds will run safe and freethe sun will set on the machinationsof humankindour Mother will reclaim her mountains her valleys and her shoresand the hate which was oncethe language of our specieswill no longer be spokennor understoodin the new dimensionof the reunionof our alchemicallyascending soulsEvilonce a despised wordwill be spoken of in fabled storiesas the herowho dared to play the roleof the most hatedthe most fearedso the rest of the worldcould witness this reflectionand in turncould learn to LoveThe choice is oursTime is NowIn the rubble of our illusionswe are ready to begin again
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It would seem we are poised upon the precipice, darkness rising everywhere we turn. There was a time when I scoffed at the notion of evil. When I saw only the light, because that was what I wanted and needed to see. Then the darkness came to find me, confronting me in the deepest possible way, to challenge my naïveté and arrogance. There is a difference between generating a chosen, collective reality, and wishing for an escape from what feels too difficult to bear. In only one of these, our eyes are open wide.
Some of us cope with the shadow of this dimension by losing faith, settling into bitterness, compulsion, or blame. Others commit to an ungrounded pursuit of what feels better, chattering determinedly about all the wonderful things, until the backlog of denial reaches a melting point. But perhaps there is another way. What if we were to discover that it is not the pain of life, which is inevitable, but rather our response to it, which generates our suffering.
What if our true natures are alchemical, and rather than driving out darkness, we were meant to chew it, transform it, and spit it out into the fertile ground of a higher purpose. Is this not the end of separation, wherein all experiences flow downstream in a river of lifetimes, as we dance between dimensions and realms?
The following transmission is one of several received over the years, inquiring about the meaning of Evil. Dated May, 2020, it prepares us for the reckonings of our present times. No more hiding, no more denying, no more projecting.
Time is Now.
Enjoy the audio version to assist with integration. I would love to hear your thoughts about this perspective.
Adi
THE STORY OF EVILThe darkness you fear so muchmust be seenmust be tastedto be integratedto be understoodShadow cannot exist without lightLight is illuminated by shadowWe agree to experienceboth aspectsfor they are fundamentalto this creative realmFor centuries the perceived darknesswas our despised enemyWe fought itwith our armiesour missionariesour technocratsour superstarsand gods of every kindWe believed that this wasa battle which must be wonand they were the bad guysthe other the enemyand we were the heroesthe savioursthe righteousthe chosen in God’s eyesOur arguments were the bestour ideas were the most brilliantour teachings the most wiseWe were on the right teamwith the good guysEveryone elsewas over thereon the other sideWe needed the darknessto show ushow wonderful we wereand how perfect life would beif only we could eliminateeverything we didn’t likeeverything we didn’t want to seeWe conquered continentsdestroyed and enslaved nationsto show themjust how right we werewe built empirescreated religionseach one more righteous than the one beforeWe designed doctorsto eliminate our fearof traditional medicines and wayswe built schoolsto fill the minds of children with the information we deemed correctWe gathered and sheltered wealthso it could be controlled for our benefitby the ones who knew bestWe burned witchesand rainforestsand ancient Tibetan textsand Jews with their entire familiesin special ovens just for themWe shaved the sacred hair from the heads of the Creator’s childrenand silenced the language of trustfrom their hearts and their lipsWe sold slaves like animalsand animals like slaveswe put toddlers in cagesto keep our ideassafeWe cut the perfect beautiful sexual organsof our boys and of our girlsand filled their bodies with drugs and false foods and the inherited terrorof our narrow tribal decreesWe crushed the tenderness of their heartsand imprisoned our angry young menby the millions all over the worldWe worshipped our guns and our rocketsas we bombed our temples and mosqueswhile the priests raped our childrenand the men violated the womenand the women betrayed one anotherbecause that is whatthe powerless doOur chosen politicians shamed one anotherwith stories of someone else’s shadowand they even cried outShame! Shame! let me give you some more because you are the problemyou are the darknessyou are the otherand I separate myselfin my blame of youin the hope that I will findmy own precious safety in the distanceover hereWe have lived these beliefsfor centurieswe have danced in circlesaway from our own forgotten wisdomsince the beginning of humankindWe were proudof our conquestsour arrogance our ignoranceand our sanctioned cruelties and crimesWe wrote them into our sacred books we decreed them into lawWe made sure to silence and attack anyone who dared to disagreeWe rebelledand then we shot the rebelseven young girlson their way to schoolThe days of our childish denial are donethe days of believingthat evil is a force outside of us are overAnd the days of claiming our own humbling permission for truthhave only just begunThe habits of judgementand projectionthe trick of perceiving the problemas done to us by anotherthese no longer serve usthese are no longerwho we areThe stage of denying our unityis dissolving in its own chaosfor these days have fulfilled their purpose We are askedto beginagainThe false belief in separationis both the reason we sufferand the reason we embodied at allWe were born to learnto release our own painand this will bethe most courageous most terrifyingmost purposeful choice we will makein our experienceof wearing bodiesin our timeof inhabiting the dimensionof this gracious Mother EarthAnd it starts with our willingnessto seethat all the voices of dissentall the theoriesall the mistrustall the holier than thouall the off with their headsand lock them upall the cleaning of the swampsthe unfriendingthe finger-pointingthe calling outthe naming and reportingall of itall of itall of itleads us backto our own darknessas a foil to our own lightbecause when we can dare to knowthe completeness of our soulsthere will no longer be strangersin our worldThere is no misogynyno fear of the purity of womenwithout a separated masculinewho fears his own beautyhas been lost to the darkThere is no political oppressionno crushing of freedomsno subjugation of the meekwithout the ones who have useddesperate meansto run from their owninner powerlessnesstheir own denial of the shadowwhich crept in the windowof the woundingof their heartsThere is no perpetrator whowas not once a victimno bully who has not beenbullied in turnAnd so the voices of these timesrise up full of rage they did thisthey hurt methey lie to methey silence methey will force me to dowhat I do not choosethey are the madmenthe monstersthe demons and the dominatorsThey are the onesI fearAnd yetdear souls who ready yourselvesfor a time of the greatest surpriseyou have ever knownthe darkness is no foreignerthe darkness lives in youin me in every corner of our worldAre you Evil?No.This is the name we giveto the darkwhen we feel we must push itoutside of ourselvesso painful is itto seeto feelAre you righteous?No. This is the belief we preferbecause we are so afraid to own all the shattered aspects of the selfAre you mistaken?Deluded?Wrong?No.You are perfect in your inner horrorYou are exactlyas your soul intended you to be in this momentjust as you will be perfectas you transform in the nextand the nextborn into the very worldwhich asks youto dare to tell the truththat there is only one woundthe separation you are livingfrom yourselffrom your true naturefrom your rememberingof all that you call DivineYou are welcome to continueas long as you needYou may keep poisoning your worldYou are invited to keep hatingarguingbelieving yourselves to be victimisedYou have every rightto fight for your rightto be angry and miserableand confusedBecause you seeyou have been free all alongThe part of youthat is capableof the miracle of choosingto return to wholenessthis cannot be taken from youNot by the most vast oppressornot by any external enemynot by Death itselfAnd if there is one giftof these times it is this:The purging of the chaosyou have kept shutteredwithin your own selveswill finally reveal the only truthwhich is that the darknessyou so fear is as realas you allow it to beafter centuries of hiding it beneaththe trap door of your heartAnd so dear children of your Creator shout downthe walls of your own makingBlame until you have vomited outall the self-hatredyou hoard withinAnd then in the gentle spacewhich will comelike an eerie silenceonce the ground stops shakingonce the hurricane diesonce the flood waters recedeonce the fire burns itself to dustIn this silence you will hearthe breathing of your own lifeand you will noticethat the air you inhaleis the very same as that which your enemy breathes outThat the evil you paintedas unthinkableis alive and wellin an aspect of the selfyou have kept in the basementof your own beloved psycheand with its liberationall the monsterswill reveal themselvesas your very own childrensufferingterrifiedand aloneAnd then will comethe days of which you have dreamedthe politicians will stop their speechesthe prisons will open their doorsthe children will studyin the schools of the foreststhe rivers and the skiesThe four-leggeds will run safe and freethe sun will set on the machinationsof humankindour Mother will reclaim her mountains her valleys and her shoresand the hate which was oncethe language of our specieswill no longer be spokennor understoodin the new dimensionof the reunionof our alchemicallyascending soulsEvilonce a despised wordwill be spoken of in fabled storiesas the herowho dared to play the roleof the most hatedthe most fearedso the rest of the worldcould witness this reflectionand in turncould learn to LoveThe choice is oursTime is NowIn the rubble of our illusionswe are ready to begin again
This is a public episode. If you’d like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit adikanda.substack.com/subscribe
