By Geoffrey Hoppe
It seems that ever since Heaven’s Cross I’m noticing more fine lines that ever. Not just in my face, but in how I interact with my reality. It’s a good thing, I suppose, that nothing is as defined and structured as before. Maybe the rest of the world still has their thick black lines set down in permanent paint, but mine are getting thinner and vaguer by the moment.
For instance, what’s the fine line between sanity and insanity? Between being balanced on Earth and expanded into the other realms? Between being human and divine? Or, being alive or dead? The fact is, it doesn’t even feel like a fine line any more. It feels like a wobbly wet noodle, barely held together by gravity, changing in every moment. All of the noodles are worming their way around other noodles in the bowl of reality. Lines? There’s a fine line between lines and noodles these days. It’s just that one is straight and limited, while the other is of the Free-Range variety. Free-Range Noodles! OMG, that’s what we Shaumbra are becoming.
A fine line means that there’s no longer clear distinction, separation, or judgement about what is and what isn’t. The line could disappear at any moment. Black could become white, white could become green, and pretty soon it’s all just blinking Christmas tree lights floating in mid-air.
Did we ask for this, or is this just a natural bi-product of the heavens opening their arms to us? It’s a fine line. We asked for something, and something is happening, but I don’t recall asking for disorientation, lack of good old qualia, and at least a dozen WTF? moments every day.
I’m walking a lot of fine lines right now. Here are some of my recent musings, or perhaps crazy thoughts. It’s a fine line:
There’s a fine line between fishing and just sitting in the boat looking like an idiot.
Do I at least get a Participation Award for sitting in the boat, acting like I’m fishing?
There’s a fine line between success and failure.
Just one or two ingredients can make all the difference. Hold the garlic and onions please…
There’s a fine line between a lawyer and a liar.
They even sound similar.
There’s a fine line between genius and insanity.
“Hello, I’m Geoff. I’m a spirit channeler.”
There’s a fine line between being impressionistic and just plain messy.
It’s all in the eye of the behold unless you’re a Virgo like me. Then it’s just messy impressionism.
There’s a fine line between arrogance and confidence.
“Hello, I Am Adamus Saint-Germain. I’m the president of the Ascended Masters Club.”
There’s a fine line between hope and sadness. Sometimes you can feel both at the same time.
I hope I never feel that sad, or perhaps it’s sad that I have to hope to never experience this conflict.
“Tell me about the looming fine line between human intelligence and artificial intelligence.”
Just enter that line into ChatGPT and see what comes up. Chances are the machine will come up with better stuff than you or me.
There’s a fine line between character building and soul-destroying.
I’ve had parents, teachers and drill sergeants that claimed to be helping my character. Look at me now. I’m trying to put my soul back together.
There’s a fine line between wanting to leave the planet and wanting to be the ruler of it all.
Hail Caesar. He got both.
There’s a fine line between being a matador and a rodeo clown.
They both come eye-to-eye with the raging bull, except one has big cojones and the other has a sense of humor.
There’s a fine line between genius and crazy. It all depends who’s driving the car.
At times I feel like I’m just a passenger in a crashing car. Oftentimes I don’t feel like anybody is driving the car; other times I feel everyone except me is driving the car. It’s a fine line.
There’s a fine line between bravery and utter stupidity.
The day I decided to climb to the top of the Sydney Bridge in Australia without a gun being held to my head was probably on the side of stupidity. Plus, I had to pay $175 for the harrowing experience.
Good humor is always about walking a fine line.
Tell me about it. I’m trying to write an article to take Shaumbra’s mind off the drama of fine lines and my humor seems to be failing me.
There’s a fine line between a stream of consciousness and a babbling brook to nowhere.
Just watch some of the Shaumbra interactions with Adamus.
We are walking some challenging fine lines right now. We’re faced with the fine line between being human and being divine, the line between being mortal and immortal. There’s a miniscule line between our physical body and light body, even though we tend to think they are separated by vast differences. The lines between our foibles and our wisdom are about as stable as Jello.
Oddly enough, there’s a very, very fine line between efforting and receiving. Adamus has been talking a lot lately about Receiving. He devoted a large part of the June Shoud to the subject, and again at the recent Keahak XII Finale. Apparently, it’s a big deal; I recall him saying something like, “It’s the biggest change in consciousness in the past 7,000 years.” One would think they are polar opposites. Efforting means working hard for something, and receiving means just letting it flow to you. The fine line is that they are both just energy, both serving you. The fine line is how you want it to serve you. Hard work, or ease and grace? Battling or peace? Suffering or joy? The fine line is one of perception. Does energy need to be efforted, or can it be received? Do we need to keep score of our hard work, struggles and suffering to be worthy of our own energy, or can we simply accept it without paying any dues or taxes?
It’s a fine line. In other words, you don’t need a deep dive in philosophical or psychological issues, nor debates about the worthiness of the human condition, nor dreary dialogues about the existential purpose of lines in our lives. It’s a fine line. You just decide whether you want to live on this side or that side of the very thin line. It’s about as simple as choosing to Labor for Energy or Allow Your Energy.
Adamus is the Master of Fines Lines. He knows them well, and knows how they can be perceived as Thick Lines. Have you ever heard his story, “My 100,000 Years in a Crystal Prison”? If you haven’t, you’ve probably only been with the Crimson Circle for 30 days or less. His crystal prison was ultimately an illusion, but for 99,999 years + 363 days he believed it was real and acted accordingly, imprisoned by its impenetrable lines, until one day it became fine lines and he simply walked out.
Now, he wants us to walk out of our illusion that energy must be earned by means of hard work, suffering and worthiness. Ultimately, it’s a very fine line held in place by the gravity of mass consciousness and our own patterns. Let’s change the world by turning that line into a Free-Range Noodle.