It`s funny how abstract, philanthropy is. You know? As a humanitarian, I care; I want humanity to “remember” who we truly are, to transform to freedom, to unplug from the matrix, to move off the grid, to love and share, genuinely all that the planet provides in abundance. But, then one finds oneself irritated at one`s neighbor, annoyed at the person who dives into that seat on the train, angry at the prick who, in his car, narrowly misses you crossing on the green light because his time is so much more important than yours. It is a funny conundrum that we`re dealing with here, and I often ask myself why I possibly chose to return here, at this time, to witness this most grand of events: the crossing of dimensions, the ascension of planet Earth, (and ascension for those who are ready) and of course I question am “I” ready for this; Nae! Am I good enough for the paradigm shift; will I be included in it? Have I yet to pay more karmic debt that I, as yet, don`t even know about? Strange and bothersome ironies of this life. Searching, searching … “it is not the arrival that is of consequence, but the state of existence in between.* Is there a lesson in that? Is there “the” lesson in that? What say you?
E Sabino, May 22nd, 2015 http://www.transformtofreedom.com