Is Now the Time of Monsters?

 

In ancient Rome, interregnum was the term given to the period between stable governments when anything untoward might occur, and sometimes did – civil unrest, warfare between warlords, power vacuums and, finally, succession wars. But eventually the dust would settle and the victors, whoever they might be, would at some point re-stabilize the empire, often with a new map, showing the latest lines of geographic possession.

In 1929, the Italian Antonio Gramsci was in a fascist prison, writing about what he considered to be a new interregnum – a Europe that was tearing itself apart. He anticipated civil unrest, war between nations and repeated changes in the lines of geographic possession.

At that time, he was attributed as saying, “The old world is dying and the new world struggles to be born. Now is the time of monsters.”

And, of course, looking back from our vantage point in the twenty-first century, we have no difficulty in confirming that he was correct in his prognosis. The world war that followed brought forward the worst traits in mankind. The sociopaths of the world came centre-stage. By the time the dust had settled, tens of millions were dead.

What we do have difficulty with is recognizing that the same pattern is again with us. National leaders and their advisors are spoiling for war, building up weaponry, creating senseless proxy wars in other nations’ backyards and playing a dangerous game of “chicken” with other major powers.

This will not end well. It never does. Once the shoving-match has begun, it only escalates. At some point, whether it’s the false-flag assassination of an Archduke, as in World War I, or the false flag attack on Germany by Poland, as in World War II, we can always count on some excuse being created to justify diving headlong into war.

It’s also true that, when empires get into economic trouble that’s too far gone for any viable solution, a trick that’s always employed by political leaders to keep the citizens from removing them from their seats of power, is to start a war. A people will, if they believe their homeland is in peril, accept the “temporary” removal of their freedoms.

Even in the United States, the famed “Land of the Free,” political leaders have routinely imprisoned dissidents in times of warfare. People tend to get behind their leaders in wartime, no matter how undeserved that loyalty might be.

And so, now is the time of monsters, as Mr. Gramsci rightly stated. A time of uncertainty, when countries are in turmoil and would-be leaders are jostling for power with existing leaders. An interregnum.

Troubled times tend to bring out all the crazies – all the sociopathic-types that would find it hard to succeed in stable, prosperous times.

In such times, the average person becomes worried that things are not going to turn out well. That’s perfectly understandable. Unfortunately, most people lack both the imagination and the courage to cope with how the times are impacting their lives. They instead rely on others to provide a torch that might help them escape from the darkness.

Not surprising then, that every snake-oil salesman in town sees an opportunity to offer big promises – promises that he has neither the ability nor the inclination to fulfill.

At such times, the people of a country tend to become polarized, placing their faith in one political party or another, hoping that their party will “make the bad stuff go away.”

In the US we see, on the liberal side, promises for “free health care for all,” a guaranteed basic income, housing for those who cannot afford it, and an endless stream of promises that, if the government were to implement them all, they will not be able to pay for them, even with 100% taxation from those who presently pay tax.

On the conservative side, we see promises such as “Make America Great Again,” with tax rebates that do not rejuvenate the economy, breaks for firms that have expatriated, but do not fool them into returning, claims to cut budgets, only to increase them, and promises to eliminate debt, only to expand it.

To be sure, the problem begins at the top. But it doesn’t end there. It sifts down to the proletariat, who, unable to come up with constructive solutions, create their own monsters, trashing the shops and burning the cars of people who had no hand in creating the problem.

But surely this is just a one-off phase, in which the best and brightest are temporarily pushed offstage, but will soon return, yes?

Well, unfortunately, no. Historically, a period such as this one is followed by one of increased madness. Historically, the next step is societal breakdown. Riots, secessions and revolutions become commonplace, accompanied by economic collapse.

Out of these events come the worst monsters of all. It’s in the wake of such developments that the people of any country then turn away from those that made the empty promises and toward those who promise revenge against an ill-defined group who are characterized as having caused the problems.

That’s when the Robespierres, the Lenins, the Hitlers – the greatest monsters – are swept into power. They invariably deliver the same message – that they’ll seek out the aristocracy, the gentry, the patricians, and strip them of their positions and possessions.

Invariably the way that this shakes out is not that the average man rises up, taking his “fair share” of the spoils. Instead, the leaders take the spoils and the proletariat are reduced to an equality of poverty.

Our friend Mr. Gramsci found himself imprisoned by Benito Mussolini and died from illnesses incurred in prison. Unfortunately, his approach was to complain, but remain, as his country deteriorated around him. This proved, for him, to be the worst of choices.

And, so it is today.

Editor’s Note: History reminds us that periods of interregnum bring forth not only chaos but also the rise of opportunists who thrive on fear and division.

As today’s world slides deeper into uncertainty, the same dynamics are again in motion—and the stakes are even higher with the fragility of the global monetary system. The possibility of the US dollar losing its reserve currency status could unleash measures most people are unprepared for, from capital controls to outright wealth seizures.

by Jeff Thomas at internationalman.com on October 7, 2025

The Hypnosis of Earth-Illusion is Fracturing

 

Dear Readers, the presence of increasingly more high resonating energy as well as the growing number of individuals now awakening on earth is causing familiar concepts to change or completely dissolve. Many well established and accepted three dimensional beliefs about everything will automatically fade away as the collective awakens simply because they are formed only from belief, having no real Divine law to sustain or maintain them.

The chaos you are witnessing in the world at this time is a necessary facet of earth’s ascension process. Over time, states of consciousness conditioned with false beliefs of duality, separation, and many powers created a collective consciousness that has kept mankind hypnotized into believing that they were nothing more than powerless physical bodies with a limited life span.

The material world does not and has never reflected reality simply because it is a concept. What most see and experience is the material sense of God's creative expression as earth–illusion. Because every person’s true Self is Divine Consciousness, every person automatically creates and over time conditioned states of consciousness have created a material world that most still consider to be reality – a world of laws of separation, chaos, wars, and self serving “leaders” in every area of life.

However, the illusion is starting to crack and be recognized for what it is. Increasingly, more individuals are waking up from the dream that has held them in bondage through lifetimes and are beginning to reclaim their innate power. The dense creations that most believe to be reality must first be seen in order to be recognized, rejected, and then eliminated from earth’s collective consciousness. This is the ascension process. The once powerful influence of those aligned with and promoting separation is weakening.

The self-sustained and self-maintained universal completeness called God is now, always has, and always will continue to express the fullness of ITself in, as, and through all ITs creations simply because it is the substance of All That Is. Minds conditioned with the false belief of being separate from some faraway human-type God are unable to experience the God within expressing through them simply because their present state of consciousness is not in alignment with the energy of their fully present but unrecognized GOD SELF.

The high resonating energy of the ascension process is weakening the three dimensional energetic gap between thinking, plotting, planning human minds and individual reality consciousness. This is allowing every person easier access to the higher resonating energies of their Real Self. This is why we continue to say that metaphysical tools are becoming obsolete.

It is difficult for many to accept that the spiritual practices, tools, prayers, ceremonies, and petitions that have served to bring them to higher levels of spiritual understanding cannot bring them any closer to God than they already are. Spiritual tools have a place and have been an important part of almost everyone’s spiritual journey, but to hold on to them as being power after knowing that God is already fully present within only serves to fuel separation. The highest prayer and practice anyone can do is to rest in conscious realization of I AM.

We are not saying you cannot enjoy being part of some church service, gathering, love crystals, enjoy the fragrance of essential oils etc. We are saying that assigning these things a power that you believe you don’t have and need to get from them, is false.

At a certain point in everyone’s spiritual evolution they must accept their real Divine Self as being the only reality. Allow reality, without seeking, wishing, praying, hoping, petitioning etc. Allow. Know in every moment and circumstance the one and only self-complete, self-sustained Reality that you are and always have been is fully present, just waiting to be recognized and allowed to express. This is not pretending to a state of consciousness you have not yet attained, because you are ready.

In the beginning, just a bit of reality seems to flow into conscious awareness and expression, but a sincere desire to know God and allow it to manifest acts to further open consciousness, allowing it to express outwardly as opportunities and experiences that guide, direct, and eventually fully open the door, not because you did anything, but because you got out of the way and allowed.

Honestly examine your belief system for anything and everything based in duality, separation, and powers other than the ONE power. Once you know and accept that you are not just a body, but are the individualized expression of Divine Consciousness/Source/God, many things (foods, entertainment, relationships, media, religion, rules and regulations) no longer align with you as they once did. This is because evolution has caused your energy to change and not longer be in alignment. Use these experiences to examine what you may still believe about them.

God is the common name of a universal Divine Consciousness/Reality that cannot and never will be fully understood by the human mind because God is infinite and human minds are finite. Don’t waste time trying to comprehend exactly what God is, just accept that God does not withhold and God does not give... God simply is.

You are presently witnessing and experiencing the creations of a collective consciousness long conditioned with beliefs of duality (good and evil, old and young, rich and poor, sick and well), separation (from God, humans, and all other life forms) and many powers (devil, evil, disease, lack, sin, limitation and an infinite number of powers that have control and dominate on earth). Learn to “see through” all false and illusory appearances and instead know the truth.

Many are suffering at this time, but remember that before birth every person creates a contract for what they want to experience on earth. Many of those suffering at this time did not need the experiences in order to learn, but rather bravely volunteered to be a part of them in service of the ascension process. Their experiences are helping awaken the sleeping majority to Oneness. This is what it means to look through appearances to their underlying reality.

The three dimensional level is actually the bottom rung of a very high ladder. The ascension process is providing many opportunities to ascend the dimensional ladder. Some will choose to stay in the old energy either through fear of change, an inability to accept anything beyond what they have always believed, or because they profit from it. Others will grab and utilize every opportunity to spiritually evolve. The free will choice is yours.

If I really believe what I have come to know about myself, others, and God, then I must live it because to do otherwise would be like choosing to remain in a theater watching a play where the curtain never comes down. I have access to everything I will ever need. Do I choose to access it or not?

We are the Arcturian Group.

channeled by Marilyn Raffaele on November 9, 2025 at OnenessofAll.com

A Quantum Dimensional Mirror

 

Scene 1: Zero-Point Awareness

Dr. Elena Vasquez stared at the equations sprawling across her laboratory whiteboard, her mind racing through calculations that had consumed the last three years of her life. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting harsh shadows across the cluttered workspace where she'd been living more than in her own apartment. Empty coffee cups formed a defensive perimeter around her desk, and the clock read 3:47 AM.

"Still here, Elena?" Dr. Marcus Chen peered through the doorway, his concern evident despite his attempt at casual conversation. As her research partner and closest friend, he'd watched her descend deeper into this obsession with consciousness and quantum mechanics.

"I'm close, Marcus. I can feel it." She turned from the board, her dark eyes blazing with exhaustion and determination. "The connection between consciousness and quantum field fluctuations. It's not just theoretical anymore. Look at these patterns."

Marcus stepped closer, studying the complex diagrams that seemed to dance between physics and philosophy. "Elena, you've been at this for seventy-two hours straight. Your body needs rest, your mind needs … "

"My mind needs answers!" The words exploded from her with surprising force. She immediately softened, running her hands through her disheveled hair. "I'm sorry. It's just... something's happening to me, Marcus. These experiments, they're changing how I perceive reality itself."

For months, Elena had been conducting experiments with quantum entanglement and consciousness observation. What had started as routine research into the observer effect had evolved into something far more profound and unsettling. She'd begun experiencing moments where time seemed to slow, where she felt connected to something vast and infinite beyond the laboratory walls.

"Maybe that's the problem," Marcus said gently. "You're too close to the work. When was the last time you went home? Called your sister? Did anything that didn't involve quantum mechanics?"

Elena laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Home? Marcus, I don't think I remember what home feels like anymore. Every time I leave this lab, I feel like I'm pretending to be someone I'm not, playing a role in some elaborate performance where everyone else knows the script except me."

She walked to the window overlooking the university campus. Dawn was still hours away, but she could feel something shifting in the darkness, as if reality itself was holding its breath.

"What if everything we think we know about consciousness is wrong?" she whispered. "What if we're not just observers of quantum reality, but its creators?"

Scene 2: The Mirror Cracks

The breakthrough came at 4:23 AM, not through calculation, but through collapse.

Elena had been adjusting the quantum field generator, a device of her own design that could create localized distortions in spacetime. Finally, exhaustion claimed her. As she fell forward, her hand caught the controls, sending the machine into an unstable resonance pattern.

The laboratory filled with a low, harmonic hum that seemed to penetrate not just her ears but her very bones. The air shimmered, and for a moment that lasted an eternity, Elena saw herself from outside herself—not just her physical form, but the entirety of her consciousness laid bare.

She was infinite.

The realization hit her like a physical blow. She wasn't Elena Vasquez, the struggling physicist who doubted her abilities and feared failure. She wasn't the woman who'd spent her life seeking approval from professors and peers. She was pure awareness, unlimited by time or space, temporarily wearing the costume of human form.

"Elena!" Marcus's voice seemed to come from very far away. "Elena, are you all right?"

She found herself on the floor, staring up at the ceiling tiles that suddenly seemed like prison bars. Marcus knelt beside her, his face etched with worry, but she could see through his concern to something deeper--his own infinite nature, temporarily hidden behind his beliefs about limitation and separation.

"I saw it," she whispered, struggling to find words for the impossible. "Marcus, I saw what we really are."

"You hit your head. I'm calling an ambulance."

"No." She sat up with surprising strength. "Listen to me. We're not separate beings bumping around in a predetermined universe. We're consciousness itself, dreaming we're human. Every belief we hold about our limitations, every fear, every doubt—they're just props in a play we're directing without realizing it."

Marcus helped her to her feet, his scientific mind warring with genuine concern for his friend's mental state. "Elena, you've been under incredible stress. Hallucinations, dissociation—these are symptoms of severe exhaustion."

But Elena was looking at him with eyes that seemed to hold starlight. "Tell me something, Marcus. When you were twelve years old, what did you want to be?"

The question caught him off guard. "I... I wanted to be a magician. I practiced card tricks for hours, dreamed of performing on stage, making impossible things happen." He paused, confused by his own honesty. "Why?"

"Because that's what you really are," Elena said softly. "We all are. We're magicians who've forgotten we have magic, directors who've forgotten we're creating the play."

Scene 3: The Realm of Doubt

Over the following days, Elena's behavior became increasingly erratic by conventional standards, but increasingly coherent by another measure entirely. She stopped attending scheduled meetings, abandoned her regular research protocols, and began conducting experiments that defied peer review because they couldn't be replicated by others. They required a fundamental shift in the experimenter's relationship to reality itself.

Dr. Rebecca Harrison, the department head, called Elena into her office on Thursday morning. The space was a temple to academic achievement: awards, diplomas, and published papers lined the walls like trophies of intellectual conquest.

"Elena, I'm concerned about your recent work," Dr. Harrison began, her voice carrying the authority of three decades in theoretical physics. "These reports you've submitted. They read more like philosophy than science. Claims about consciousness creating physical reality, observers affecting quantum outcomes through 'belief modulation'—this isn't rigorous research."

Elena sat across from her mentor, seeing clearly for the first time how the older woman's entire identity was constructed around being the authority, the gatekeeper of acceptable thought. "Dr. Harrison, what if rigorous research is just another belief system? What if the scientific method itself is a limitation we've placed on our ability to understand reality?"

"Now you're talking nonsense." Dr. Harrison's voice sharpened. "Science works because it's based on objective observation, peer review, reproducible results. Without these standards, we'd be back in the dark ages of superstition and wishful thinking."

"Or maybe," Elena said quietly, "we'd be back to understanding that consciousness and reality are intimately connected, that we're not separate from what we're studying."

The conversation continued for another twenty minutes, but Elena could see it was predetermined. Dr. Harrison had already decided that Elena was having a breakdown, that her work was becoming dangerous to the department's reputation. The decision to place her on administrative leave was a foregone conclusion, encoded in the older woman's belief system about how reality should work.

Walking back to her laboratory, Elena felt the weight of institutional doubt pressing down on her like a physical force. For a moment, she questioned herself. What if she was losing her mind? What if the experience with the quantum field generator had damaged her brain somehow?

The doubt felt familiar, comfortable even. It was easier to believe she was sick than to accept the possibility that everything she'd been taught about the nature of reality was fundamentally limited.

Scene 4: The Teaching

That evening, Elena found herself in the university chapel—a strange destination for someone who'd considered herself agnostic for most of her adult life. The building was empty except for an elderly custodian who was quietly cleaning the pews.

"Rough day?" he asked, his voice carrying a warmth that seemed to fill the entire space.

Elena looked up, surprised to realize she'd been crying. "I think I'm losing everything. My job, my research, maybe my sanity."

The custodian--his name tag read "Samuel"--sat down beside her. "What if losing everything was the only way to find what you're really looking for?"

Something in his tone made Elena look at him more carefully. His eyes held the same quality she'd glimpsed in Marcus—infinite depth temporarily masked by human form.

"You know, don't you?" she whispered. "About what we really are."

Samuel smiled. "I know that most people spend their lives trying to solve problems that only exist because of what they believe about themselves. You've been trying to prove that consciousness creates reality, but you've been going about it backwards."

"What do you mean?"

"You've been trying to convince other people's beliefs instead of trusting your own knowing. Every time you doubt yourself, every time you seek validation from the institution, you're reinforcing the very limitations you're trying to transcend."

Elena felt something click into place, like a key finding its lock. "The doubt isn't just an obstacle to understanding. It's actively creating the experience of limitation."

"Now you're getting it." Samuel's voice seemed to echo from everywhere at once. "Your consciousness exists beyond time and space, but every time you believe you need proof, you're pulling yourself back into the illusion of separation."

"But how do I live in the world if I can't convince anyone else? How do I function in a society that considers this kind of thinking delusional?"

Samuel stood, returning to his cleaning with a knowing smile. "By remembering that it's all a play, Elena. Every role, every scene, every apparent conflict is consciousness exploring itself through infinite perspectives. Once you truly understand that, time and space become your medium of expression instead of your prison."

Scene 5: The Laboratory of Infinite Possibility

The next morning, Elena returned to her laboratory with a completely different relationship to her work. Instead of trying to prove her theories to others, she began exploring them as lived experience. She approached the quantum field generator not as a device to be studied, but as a mirror reflecting her own consciousness back to her.

Marcus found her there at noon, surrounded by equipment humming in harmonious resonance.

"Elena, what are you doing? Dr. Harrison said you're on administrative leave."

She looked up from her work with eyes that seemed to contain entire galaxies. "I'm remembering how to be a magician, Marcus. Want to learn?"

"This is serious. They're talking about psychiatric evaluation, and possible dismissal."

"Perfect," Elena said, and her smile was radiant. "Do you know what happens when you stop trying to fit into other people's definitions of sanity? When you stop seeking permission to be who you really are?"

She gestured to the equipment around her. The quantum field generator was operating in patterns that shouldn't have been stable according to conventional physics, yet the readings were perfectly coherent. The air itself seemed to shimmer with possibility.

"I'm not trying to convince anyone anymore, Marcus. I'm simply exploring what becomes possible when consciousness remembers its true nature."

Marcus stepped closer, feeling something shift in the space around Elena. The familiar laboratory seemed different in the very quality of reality itself. "What's happening here?"

"We're stepping outside the play for a moment," Elena said softly. "Most of human life is unconscious creation. We believe in limitation, so we experience limitation. We believe in separation, so we feel alone. We believe in scarcity, so we struggle for resources. But what if we could create consciously?"

She moved to the whiteboard and began writing, but instead of equations, she wrote simple statements:

I am infinite awareness temporarily focused through human form. My consciousness exists beyond time and space. Every experience I have is created by what I believe to be true. Doubt and fear are simply realized magic, turned against itself.

"This is how we change the world, Marcus. Not by convincing anyone else, but by remembering who we really are and living from that knowing."

Scene 6: The Resistance

Word of Elena's "breakdown" spread quickly through the physics department. By Thursday, a formal review committee had been assembled, and Dr. Harrison arrived at the laboratory with two security guards and a psychiatric evaluator.

"Dr. Vasquez," the evaluator, Dr. Patricia Wells, spoke in the carefully neutral tone of someone accustomed to dealing with delusion. "We're here because there are concerns about your mental state and your fitness to continue in your position."

Elena continued her work, calibrating instruments with the focused attention of someone completely present in the moment. "Dr. Wells, what would you say if I told you that everything you believe about mental illness is based on the assumption that consensus reality is the only valid reality?"

"I would say that's exactly the kind of thinking that concerns us."

Elena finally turned to face the group. She looked remarkably calm, centered in a way that made the others seem agitated by comparison. "Let me ask you something. If I can demonstrate measurable effects on quantum systems through focused intention, if I can show you consciousness directly affecting physical reality, would that change your assessment?"

Dr. Harrison stepped forward. "Elena, that's impossible. Consciousness doesn't affect quantum measurements beyond the basic observer effect, and that's been thoroughly studied."

"Has it?" Elena moved to her equipment. "Or have we been so committed to the belief that consciousness is separate from reality that we've designed our experiments to confirm that separation?"

She began adjusting the quantum field generator, her movements fluid and purposeful. The machine's harmonic hum shifted into a complex pattern that seemed to resonate with something deeper than sound.

"Watch the quantum interference patterns," Elena said, pointing to the display screens. "I'm going to demonstrate something that shouldn't be possible according to everything you believe about the relationship between mind and matter."

Scene 7: The Demonstration

Elena closed her eyes and centered herself in the infinite awareness that she now knew was her true nature. The laboratory around her became a canvas of pure possibility, and she began to paint with consciousness itself.

On the screens, the quantum interference patterns began to shift in ways that defied conventional explanation. Instead of the chaotic fluctuations expected from quantum systems, the patterns formed coherent, beautiful geometries that seemed to pulse with intentional design.

"This is impossible," Dr. Harrison whispered, staring at the readings. "The quantum coherence should collapse under observation. The decoherence time should be microseconds, not ... this."

The patterns continued to evolve, forming mandala-like structures that seemed to respond to Elena's focused attention. But more than that, everyone in the room could feel something shifting in the space around them, a quality of presence that made ordinary consciousness seem like a half-remembered dream.

Dr. Wells, the psychiatric evaluator, found herself questioning everything she thought she knew about the nature of mind and reality. "How are you doing this?"

Elena opened her eyes, and for a moment, everyone in the room saw her essence as infinite consciousness, playing at being human. Unlimited awareness, temporarily focused through individual form.

"I'm not doing anything," she said softly. "I'm simply allowing what's always been true to become visible. Consciousness doesn't create reality. Consciousness IS reality, exploring itself through infinite perspectives."

Marcus, who had been watching in stunned silence, finally found his voice. "The field equations are not just describing quantum effects. They're describing the relationship between awareness and manifestation."

"Exactly." Elena moved among them with the grace of someone who had remembered how to dance with the universe itself. "Every belief is a creative force. Every doubt is a choice to contract and experience limitation. Every fear is a decision to forget our true nature."

She gestured to the screens, where the quantum patterns continued their impossible dance. "This isn't a miracle, and I'm not special. This is simply what becomes possible when consciousness remembers that it's the author of its own experience."

Scene 8: The Choice Point

The room fell silent except for the harmonic humming of the quantum field generator. Each person present was facing a moment of profound choice. Either continue believing in the limitations they'd always accepted, or open to a radically different understanding of reality itself.

Dr. Harrison was the first to speak, her voice barely above a whisper. "If this is real... if consciousness can actually affect quantum systems this dramatically, then everything we think we know about the nature of reality is ..."

"Incomplete," Elena finished gently. "Not wrong, just incomplete. Classical physics works perfectly for building bridges and sending rockets to Mars. But it doesn't account for the most fundamental fact of existence--that consciousness and our reality are intimately, inextricably connected."

Dr. Wells was staring at her evaluation forms as if they were written in a foreign language. "How do we even begin to understand this? How do we integrate something like this into our existing frameworks?"

"We don't," Elena said with a smile that seemed to light up the entire laboratory. "We start fresh. We approach reality with the wonder of children instead of the certainty of experts. We remember that we're explorers in an infinite mystery, not prisoners in a predetermined universe."

She moved to the whiteboard and began writing again, but this time her words seemed to shimmer with possibility:

What if doubt is just creativity turned backwards? What if fear is just love that's forgotten its true nature? What if every limitation is just a belief waiting to be resolved and transcended? What if we're aspects of infinite consciousness having human experiences?

Marcus stepped forward, his scientific training conflicting with what he was witnessing. "Elena, even if this is real, how do we live in a world that isn't ready for this understanding? How do we function in institutions that consider this thinking dangerous?"

Elena's expression grew tender. "By remembering that it's all a play, Marcus. Every role we've been assigned, every limitation we've accepted and every fear we've carried are all just costumes we've been wearing so long we forgot they weren't our real skin."

Scene 9: The Infinite Play

As the afternoon wore on, something unprecedented began to happen in Elena's laboratory. Instead of the formal evaluation that had been planned, an entirely different kind of conversation emerged—one that transcended the usual boundaries between disciplines, between skepticism and belief, between the known and the unknowable.

Dr. Wells found herself sharing childhood experiences of knowing things she couldn't have known, of sensing presences that science had taught her to dismiss. Dr. Harrison spoke of moments in her research when solutions had seemed to arise from nowhere, when the mathematics had felt more like discovery than invention.

Even the security guards, initially present only to escort Elena away, if necessary, were drawn into the conversation. One of them, a former military officer named David, described experiences in combat where time had seemed to slow, where he'd known things before they happened, where survival had seemed to depend more on trusting an inner knowing than on training or equipment.

"It's like we've all had these experiences," Dr. Wells said wonderfully, "but we've been trained to dismiss them, to categorize them as anomalies or delusions."

Elena nodded. "That's how the play of separation maintains itself. Any experience that suggests we're more than limited, isolated beings is labeled as fantasy, mental illness, or wishful thinking. But what if those experiences are actually glimpses of our true nature breaking through the costume of human limitation?"

The quantum field generator continued its impossible demonstration, the coherent patterns on the screens serving as a visual reminder that reality was far more malleable than any of them had been taught to believe.

"So what now?" Marcus asked. "How do we take this understanding out into a world that isn't ready for it?"

Elena's eyes sparkled with mischief. "We don't try to convince anyone of anything. We simply live from this knowing and let our lives become demonstrations of what's possible. Some people will be ready to see, others won't. Both responses are perfect parts of the play."

She moved to the window, looking out at the campus where students hurried between classes, where professors debated theories in lecture halls, where the great drama of human learning continued to unfold.

"Every person out there is infinite consciousness temporarily pretending to be limited. Some are ready to wake up from the dream of separation, others are still exploring what it feels like to believe they're alone and powerless. Both experiences are valid, both are temporary, both are expressions of the same infinite awareness."

Scene 10: The New Beginning

As evening approached, the formal evaluation had transformed into something none of them could have anticipated—a gathering of conscious beings remembering their true nature together. The laboratory had become a space where the impossible felt natural, where the boundaries between observer and observed, between mind and matter, had dissolved into something far more fluid and creative.

Dr. Harrison, who had arrived intending to end Elena's career, found herself wondering if perhaps careers themselves were just temporary roles in a much larger production. "Elena, I don't know how to write a report about this. I don't know how to explain what I've witnessed here."

"Then don't," Elena said simply. "Let the forms remain empty for now. Let the institution grapple with the mystery. Our job isn't to make this understanding fit into old containers. It's to live it so fully that the containment dissolves."

Dr. Wells was packing up her evaluation materials, but her movements were slow, reluctant. "This changes everything," she said softly. "Every patient I've ever worked with, every diagnosis I've made. What if we've been treating symptoms of spiritual amnesia, instead of mental illness?"

"Some of both," Elena replied gently. "The human experience includes genuine suffering, real pain, authentic struggle. But underneath it all is this infinite awareness that can never actually be damaged, only temporarily forgotten."

As the group prepared to leave, each member carrying away an experience that would forever change their relationship to reality, Elena remained in the laboratory. The quantum field generator continued its harmonious humming, the interference patterns still dancing their impossible dance on the screens.

Marcus was the last to go. "Elena, what happens next? With your career, with this research, with everything?"

She smiled, and her answer seemed to come from someplace vast and eternal: "Next, we remember that we've always been the authors of our own experience. Next, we trust that consciousness knows how to navigate this transition. Then, we stop trying to manage the infinite and start letting it flow through us."

After he left, Elena stood alone in the laboratory that had become her chrysalis. The familiar equipment hummed around her, but everything had changed. She was no longer Dr. Elena Vasquez, the struggling physicist seeking validation for her theories. She was infinite awareness temporarily focused through human form, exploring what it felt like to remember her true nature in a world that had forgotten its own.

Outside the window, the university campus sparkled with lights, each one representing a consciousness on its own journey of remembering and forgetting, of limitation and transcendence, of fear and love. The great play of human experience continued, but now she could see that it truly is infinite creativity exploring itself through every possible perspective.

Elena turned back to her equipment, no longer seeking to prove anything to anyone. The quantum field generator responded to her presence like a musical instrument responding to a master musician. The laboratory filled with harmonic resonance, and the boundaries between time and space became fluid, responsive to conscious intention.

She had work to do, not the work of convincing skeptics or publishing papers, but the work of living as infinite consciousness in human form. The real experiment was just beginning. It is the experiment of what becomes possible when awareness remembers its own unlimited nature and begins to create consciously and lovingly, from the quantum field of all potentialities.

In the silence of the laboratory, surrounded by humming equipment and dancing light patterns, Elena Vasquez discovered pure awareness, infinite potential, consciousness exploring its own creative power through the wonderful experience of being human.

The play of existence continues, but now she remembers that she is both the playwright and the leading character, the director and the audience, the stage and the performance itself. And in that inner knowing, everything becomes possible.

by Kenneth Schmitt at consciousexpansion.org on September 6, 2025

Butterfly Dreaming

 

One of the great spiritual teacher Sri Aurobindo’s main messages is that humanity is a transitional being. Our current state of being is not final, we are in the process of transitioning into a new state of being. We are collectively living in a bardo—a Tibetan word meaning a gap, an in-between state—where in this case we are not only between worlds, but our consciousness is between two fundamentally different states of being.

One of Jung’s favorite ways of explaining the notion of an archetype is the formation of a butterfly. If we cut open a butterfly pupa at a certain stage, all will we find is a milky liquid, a biotic goo, but the whole gestalt of the butterfly is already functionally contained within the liquid – it possesses a qualitas occulta (a hidden quality) encoded within it. Just like the potentiality of an oak tree is invisibly hidden within the acorn, the wholeness of the Self—what Jung calls the God within—is encoded in a state of potentiality within our current state of being. The literal process of what happens when a caterpillar becomes a butterfly symbolically expresses the transformation our species is undergoing as it morphs from one kind of being into another.

A caterpillar exists to eat. Its aim is to consume as much as possible. A certain percentage of humanity—many of them in positions of power—have become pathologically stuck in and identified with being a caterpillar-like species, having fallen into and become fixated on a state of endless and insatiable consumption. At a certain point, however, evolutionary forces compel the caterpillar to cease its obsessive consumption and cocoon itself into isolation, during which it forms a protective chrysalis around itself which shelters it from its environment—this is the caterpillar’s version of “the inner journey.” This chrysalis can be conceived of as the caterpillar’s hermetic vessel, which in alchemy is considered to be an absolutely essential component of the alchemical opus, as it is the very container in which the alchemical transformation takes place. Within the safe confines of the chrysalis, the caterpillar literally digests itself as its heretofore known form—and identity—disintegrates and dissolves into a soupy goo.

This is the state in the creature’s evolution where it is in an “in-between” state, as it is no longer a caterpillar, and yet, it is not quite yet a butterfly. This state of being in a bardo between two connected but radically different states of existence is not unique to caterpillars and butterflies, but is found throughout nature. To use another example, when an egg is turning into a chicken, there is a moment when it is both egg and chicken and neither egg nor chicken. Interestingly, in quantum physics, one of the areas of the most exciting research is the boundary between the microscopic quantum world of unmanifest potentiality and the seemingly mundane macroscopic manifest world of everyday reality. The world of the quantum and ordinary reality could not appear to be more different and yet, at the same time, are mysteriously deeply interconnected and not separate from each other at all.

I can easily imagine that at this point in its transformation, the caterpillar, who is no longer who it was but is not yet who it is destined to be, is suffering from an identity crisis par excellence, literally not knowing who it is. To bring this into the human realm, this can be the stage where certain people, being overwhelmed by confusion and not knowing who they are, could tragically commit suicide. Not just individually, but collectively, as a mostly larval species, we—in true quantum style, potentially—are in the process of destroying ourselves, as we unconsciously enact collective suicide on the world stage. Hidden within this suicidal urge, however, is a profound and deep-seated longing for transformation. I find myself imagining that every cell in the caterpillar’s being is yearning for transformation.

Humanity, just like the caterpillar, is in a liminal, in-between state—at a threshold—not only between two worlds, but between two entirely different modes of existence. Speaking about modern-day humanity, Jung writes, “We are in the soup that is going to be cooked for us, whether we claim to have invented it or not…. We are threatened with universal genocide if we cannot work out the way of salvation by a symbolic death.”

As the caterpillar approaches death, a small number of what are known as "imaginal cells" wake up and become enlivened within its soupy goo. The role of these imaginal cells is to catalyze the caterpillar’s metamorphosis so that it will fulfill its butterfly destiny. These imaginal cells contain within themselves the evolutionary program which can literally recreate the dying caterpillar into its new, but-as-yet-unrealized identity. Initially seen as a viral invader or alien threat attacked by the dying caterpillar's immune system, this attack only makes the imaginal cells stronger, more resilient and catalyzes their replication, ultimately serving the caterpillar’s evolution.

Without this inner conflict between different parts of the caterpillar—all inseparable aspects of one seamlessly interconnected quantum system—there would be no butterfly. Interestingly, Jung points out that in human beings inner conflict is indispensable for individuation, as a higher and more expanded consciousness develops out of conflict. Jung felt that the (higher) Self is, ultimately speaking, the sponsor of our internal conflicts.

The archetypal image, the primordial form, of the fully realized butterfly—which (arche)typically symbolizes the soul—exists in latent, potential form in the caterpillar’s unconscious. It is as if the archetypal image of the butterfly, though existing in a seemingly abstract dimension outside of time, is guiding the evolution of the caterpillar in order to actualize itself within third-dimensional time and space. Once the butterfly emerges, from its point of view as butterfly, the caterpillar seems like a past life, as if the butterfly’s previous identity as a caterpillar was a past dream that the butterfly has now awakened from. We could say that the image of the soon-to-be butterfly—which exists in the caterpillar’s unconscious—is dreaming about fulfilling its potential and becoming a fully incarnate butterfly. We can also say that the caterpillar is unconsciously dreaming of its butterfly destiny. Once the metamorphosis is complete, the butterfly, unlike its caterpillar predecessor (who was an endless consumer) becomes a pollinator who fertilizes life.

Like Jung says, we are threatened with universal genocide unless we—like the caterpillar— can experience a symbolic death. Just like there is no way around the caterpillar going through a symbolic death experience in order to re-emerge in its transfigured form—dying as caterpillar but being reborn as butterfly—we, who are all being cooked in the soup together, are similarly going through an archetypal death-rebirth experience. To the extent that any one of us are identified with existing as a separate self—which is the primordial illusion—in which we conceive of and identify ourselves as existing in a way that we do not, we will be fated to go through a symbolic death experience of our own. If enough of us avoid going through this symbolic death and insist on remaining unconscious, however, we will be fated to go through a literal death instead, possibly even collectively, as a species. There is an evolutionary imperative for us to go through this death-rebirth process within ourselves with as much consciousness as we can muster—the continuing existence of our species depends on it.

Seeing that we don’t exist in the way that we have been conceiving of ourselves as existing is only half of the process—for it is not solely a death experience, but a rebirth as well. This process needs to come full circle by us consciously realizing who we are. Stepping out of thinking of ourselves as being a separate self—a larval state of consciousness—we can realize that we are interconnected not only with other people, but with the whole sentient web of life itself. Just like the archetypal image of the butterfly, imprinted within the caterpillar’s unconscious, is guiding the caterpillar to actualize its deeper butterfly nature, the archetypal image of the Self that is imprinted within our unconscious—if we get into conscious relationship with it—can guide us to actualize the deeper nature of the Self. Once we consciously realize the Self—who we actually are—it is as if we become a categorically different species than who we were before this realization.

Ordinary human beings typically make use of a very small portion of their possible consciousness and of their soul’s abundant resources. To quote the great psychologist William James, our situation is “much like a man who, out of his whole bodily organism, should get into a habit of using and moving only his little finger.... We all have reservoirs of life to draw upon, of which we do not dream.” When we start to consciously realize the Self, it is like discovering that there is a vast multi-dimensional body attached to the little finger that we thought we were.

Realizing this can’t help but become a spiritual epiphany in which our conscious identity expands, our hearts open, and like a butterfly, we fly on the wings of our creative imagination, fueled by the love and compassion that is our nature. It is the most awake, the most visionary and the most courageous among us who are being called to play the role of the imaginal cells for humanity. May the nonlocal force be with us.

by Paul Levy at awakeninthedream.com

(Re)store (Re)kindle (Re)veal

 

Nature is the dream, and I am her wanderer.

We did not come

to start from scratch.

We are here to remember.

We have a sacred mission,

individually and collectively.

(Re)store:

Return to Wholeness

(Re)store

the balance,

the breath,

the bonds.

To restore is not

to fix what is broken.

There is nothing to fix,

we are not broken.

It is about storing again within,

what has always been yours.

We are returning

to the world,

and ourselves

our innermost harmony

with the Divine.

In myth,

restoration is the return

of balance after chaos:

the rightful king restored to the throne,

the land healed after famine,

the waters flowing again after drought.

It is an act of listening,

to the deeper pattern,

the hidden order,

beneath the noise.

In our own lives,

we (Re)store by tending

what has been neglected:

The soil of our inner life,

the relationships that hold us,

the stories that give us meaning.

Restoration is a slow,

deliberate act.

It begins in silence,

in the courage to pause,

and acknowledges,

what has been forgotten.

Only then,

can the weaving,

begin again.

(Re)kindle:

The Fire That Waits

(Re)kindle

the spark,

the song,

our inner fire.

If restoration is about wholeness,

rekindling is about our sacred energy.

The embers of

passion,

hope,

love,

and courage

never truly die.

They only wait

for living breath.

In ancient tales,

fire often comes as a gift:

stolen from the gods,

lit by lightning,

or coaxed from flint in the darkness.

The moment we

(Re)kindle is when we dare

to light again what has gone cold:

Creativity that has lain dormant.

Commitment to a vision larger than ourselves.

Joy that warms us from within and draws others near.

To rekindle

is to choose life

over resignation.

It is to stand,

before the hearth of the soul,

repeating:

“Burn baby, burn again.”

(Re)veal:

Seeing With New Eyes

(Re)veal

the truth,

the wonder,

the grin behind the mask.

The final movement is a revelation.

The lifting of the veil.

In myth,

the hero receives

a gift of sight:

a mirror that shows truth,

a lamp that illuminates the unseen,

or a guide who whispers: “look closer.”

To expose all that is hidden,

and (Re)vealed in our presence,

we must learn to see things differently.

When we restore balance,

when we rekindle our fire,

the whole world changes before us.

The patterns of connection

become clear.

The masks

fall away.

We see

what is

as it is.

We see

the sacred

in the ordinary,

all the possibilities

being restrained

in what once

seemed impossible.

Revelation demands

courage and humility

it asks us to let go

of the comfort of not knowing.

To (Re)store, (Re)kindle, and (Re)veal

is to walk a path of return.

Returning,

to what we have always been,

and yet

meeting ourselves for the first time.

The myths remind us

that the treasure

is never found

far from home,

but we must embark

in a journey

and wander,

through space and time

to keep going,

whatever comes,

and claim what is ours.

We are called

to be restorers of the broken,

keepers of the flame,

seekers of truth.

In doing so,

we are not merely healing

the world and ourselves,

we are reawakening our kin,

and birthing something new.

Restore what’s been bruised,

not just patched.

Rekindle the fire, not for light alone,

but for the laughter around it.

Reveal what’s been waiting,

quietly, for you to notice.

Life is less about “finding yourself”,

more about greeting that part of you,

that has been sitting patiently by the fire,

wondering what took you so long.

The myths are whispering:

The world doesn’t need you to reinvent it.

It needs you to remember it whole,

breathe on the embers,

and pull back the curtain,

while laughing and grinning.

by Angie Weiland Crosby at themyths.org on August 9, 2025