The whole notion of freedom can exist only in the contrast of slavery. Without slavery, freedom would not be necessary. This is the duality in which we’ve chosen to live. It is a time when we will realize and understand what it means to be free because we have not been – and we know that now.
The slavery system we’ve been in is brilliant; so subtle as to be invisible. Visible now, we realize with each revelation just how deep the enslavement is embedded. It is part of our language, our customs, and our thought process. We grow up striving to make “more” money so that we can attract partners and own stuff. A car, a house, food, clothing, even knowledge carries a price tag. How much and the quality of these things declare our worth.
Regardless of where you sit on the spectrum of ownership – there is someone higher up who has more stuff. It could be a bigger house, a more luxurious car, a more advanced education, a more desired piece of real estate, finer clothing, pricier medical care or more enlightenment. Even the most sacred systems we understand to be hierarchal.
None of this is true. There is Source Energy/Prime Creator. There is us. We are One. We’ve been part of an experiment, an exercise in slavery and ownership. What is happening right now, with the UCC filings of the One People’s Public Trust, is that this experiment has run its course. The findings are in, no more testing is necessary. We have been, in the language and system used to enslave us, returned to our natural state. Free. Now, to understand what that means.
This will require us to re-think everything. In 1963 my partner encountered an idea about car ownership that was so foreign as to seem to come from another planet or dimension. Today we stand in a place where that idea is within our sight.
Already, in many cities, you can use a car for an afternoon and leave it parked some place where someone else can use it when they need it. The two guys my partner met described a warehouse filled with different cars they signed out whenever they wanted to use them. They drove a beautiful car because they enjoyed it; they did not calculate their self worth with its price tag.
In the dream from yesterday’s post, DH didn’t own the home, but rented it. He found out he’d been sharing it with a few others the whole time; others that had never paid for the privilege. It was a challenge to wrap his head around, yet he could see the sense of it. “No harm, no foul” is how he would describe the conclusion he came to.
Slavery and ownership are one and the same. In order to contemplate freedom we’ll have to get clear on the concept of owning. The idea of owning/hoarding is one that was introduced into our psyche. If every one and every thing is Source, then we simply ARE. This is a hologram; the whole exists in each fragment. Ownership is thus impossible. All are ONE.
To bring this home, consider a place where money was not an issue. We all have plenty, and “spend” it for the use of “things” . These are not things that declare our worth, these are things we enjoy or want or suppose we need. Without fear of loss, we would never have to “own” or “protect” these things – there is always more available and plenty of money to exchange.
Would it matter if you “owned” that beautiful pink Cadillac or beach front home? If you could use each whenever you wanted, wouldn’t you care for them and respect the fact that it may be someone else’s turn? These are new ideas. When our worth is not tied up in stuff, and returns to Source, which is what has happened with the UCC filings, ownership is a moot point.
You are worthy. Period. End of story. You hold within you that spark of the creator that every other bit of life does.
The land, the water, the trees, the people, the gold, the silver – all hold unimaginable and equal value. Superiority, subjugation, worth and importance are falsehoods. We’ll be confronting them in every thought now. As we do, if we hold those ideas up to Agape – the truth will emerge.
We are ONE. We are beholden to none. We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.
- by Sophia Love