feedbaxlow wrote:I feel the mind creates the whole context for it to be able to happen . . . for us to be vulnerable and prone to "attack" mainly I meant it's how we respond to it that can make a difference in the results of how we deal with it.
Absolutely. And I share in the idea presented earlier that "Everything comes from God" and that "Everything has two sides." Interestingly enough, it was a negatively-oriented being of some degree, able to move and speak freely inside of that space of where ever that place is I go when I dream, who I learned this from. I suppose it's funny to me (now) where wisdom comes from. I guess one question that comes up for me when reading about the influences of focused negativity on human experience is, how much of their reality do you need and can you take?
I've always understood Archangel Michael as a class, and not necessarily a personified being. In the administration of the worlds, I imagine that the One Infinite Creator must keep the Michael Class of angels pretty busy and they aren't always available to stop by and lend one their sword (!), especially against beings and in situations which, in the proper frame of mind and in this density (however that's interpreted), one is able to deal with largely on their own. Congratulations are in order if one of among the Michael Class showed up. I don't really see how anyone is still breathing after witnessing such an awesome energy and presence without having been incinerated, their mind turned instantly to mush, or now engaged in a fervent process of writing something like the Revelation or the Book of Enoch. The Michael class of angels are among the Chief Princes and calling on them for protection may reap some short-term benefits, but adopting that as a regular spiritual practice doesn't seem to me like it will get one anywhere but noticed as far as spiritual development. Angels seem to me more interested in long-term benefits than short-term solutions. Why repeatedly show up in a defensive stance when through suggestion, symbol, and alignment with new ideas they can teach someone how to protect and defend themselves on their own, as in the instance of guiding me to Montalk's essay on FRV, for example? And in a serious pinch, why call on Michael when one can just easily go straight to Christ who provides for Michael class assistance? But that's probably better left understood on one's own. There are things that absolutely hate Michael, and even the sound of his name when being invoked, so of course these things are going to pick on anyone who relies primarily on him, or them, for protection.
It's of note and absolutely true that "The Lord helps those who help themselves."
Corinthians 1:11 says, "Let a man examine himself, and so let him eat of that bread, and drink of that cup." Of course, the scripture is in reference to Communion, but I think the verse speaks to much of what we bring to our experience as co-creators. Declare independence. Raise your vibration.
morningsun76 wrote:This past evening, I had been at the computer working on some personal projects, and had been listening to Gene Scott reading from "The Screwtape Letters," by the Christian author C.S. Lewis.
That's a curious book you mention, the one by C.S. Lewis. There was a time in my life when I'd find that title in odd places while out shopping, and never in the fiction or even the book section. I'd find it placed on top of a stack of sweaters as if the book had been left there by someone for me to find. I didn't accept the invitation to read it after examining the book jacket and discovering that the story seemed structured around conversations between two demonic beings about how to appropriately manipulate a human onto a darkening path. I thought, Hm. Let's see . . . If I could overhear the conversations of demons who spoke somehow intelligently and coherently (and really, they rarely speak coherently and in a language easily understood by humans) do I really need to read an entire book about what they have to say about how to guide me into a place called hell? Is this helping? What kind of lingering effect is this going to have on my mind? I saw it as an invitation to engage. It's allowing the darkness in. There's something vaguely odd about standing around in the greying shadows and pointing at everything that moves saying, "Look at that!"
A few years ago I'd been somewhat manipulated into accepting an apartment in what turned out to be a high crime area in Brooklyn, woefully close to a very large cemetery. I was also stuffing my face with prescribed medications I didn't need for a tuberculosis mis-diagnosis, a disease I didn't really have. A double, even triple whammy. I think about the feelings of desperation that are easily instilled in high-crime areas by outside influences, and also that there are all sorts of beings that live in and around cemeteries that absorb the residual emotional and energy traces of the dearly departed. This was during a time that all manner of negative-oriented beings were convening on my location when I was manifesting a considerable amount of, for lack of a better word, creative energy. They were leaving fake pipe bombs outside of my apartment building next to the garbage cans for me to find which, along with manipulated dreams and non-human sightings, were resulting in an accentuation of already high-levels of anxiety, fear, and confusion I was feeling as to what these beings were, and why this was happening in the first place. I kept asking, "Why, why?" and maintaining a weird idea that they could somehow be understood if I arranged my heart and mind into some more acceptable configuration of acceptance or understanding, and basically all they would do is laugh and shake their heads incredulously as if to say, "He just doesn't get it, does he?"
I finally abandoned that apartment with everything in it. A few weeks afterward I happened to pause in front of a television for a few moments during an episode of Grey's Anatomy and heard one of the characters say something that gave me a sinking feeling in my stomach and made my right ear ring as if there were a fire alarm in there. It was a woman's voice and she said, If a girl drinks poison and lays down in a mausoleum, then some would say that she deserves whatever she gets.
morningsun76 wrote:In my own case, I don't think that any harassment I am experiencing is due to a low FRV, or hanging out/corresponding with the wrong people. I think it's simply because a lot of the things I do in my life really piss off certain forces that exist in this world whose purposes are contrary to my own. I think it really comes down to the idea of spiritual (or perhaps not-so-spiritual) warfare. When you're actively antagonizing an enemy, you can expect to be targeted, FRV notwithstanding. I could be wrong, but that's my feeling at the moment.
I suppose what's curious about this is, when you're jousting with these negative forces, are you enjoying yourself? What are your intentions? What are your objectives? What are you hoping to gain? Because it would seem to me that they can readily produce a fairly unlimited supply of distractions and opponents for you, if this is your whim. I recall moments of many of those past encounters, and the many beings I was presented with over the years. One of them said once, "It's not as if we were trying to teach you a lesson."
I've also noticed a significant drop in negatively-oriented attention. It's strange and somewhat saddening to look back at six plus years of time gone by and everyone I knew having advanced in careers and purchased houses and such, all gone off in different directions, and what I have is a lot of stories about inter-dimensional beings and native non-humans, much of which no one is going to believe, anyway. All of that stress, the madness, the anger, the indignation, and confusion of those years, and now I sleep calmly and peaceably through the night when I can recall being woken up almost hourly from sleep by some disconcerting dream or thing in my room. I suppose it was all for something. I don't yet understand exactly what.
This shift in attention from negative beings is due in part to a continuing exploration and examination of FRV and how it applies to what happens to me throughout the days and weeks, and a personal decision to turn away from all associations and invitations to engage with darkness and get on with the messy business of living. There does seem to be fine line between discovery and distraction. Some lines need drawing.
There's something strangely symbolic about having a door that firmly closes. Until very recently I couldn't completely close my bedroom door. Too much paint had been applied over the years and had accumulated at the top of the door frame. About a week ago someone was finally able to take the door off its hinges and shave the excess paint from the top of the door and around the frame. I can shut the door now and oddly, I sleep better for it. I was woken up from sleep once within the last two weeks by something in my room growling close to my ear. I have no real idea how these things get in, and I really don't care. They were always there, and so what? I can no longer allow myself to be curious about such things, or their intentions. My waking thought was, this is unacceptable. There are many ways to achieve this end, but for me, there was something oddly distinctive about waking up, sitting up in my bed, and pointing to the (symbolic) door through which the thing came in, and ordering it out.
"Oh where have you been, my blue-eyed son? Where have you been, my darling young one?" - Roxy Music (B. Dylan)
