✨AI Generated
how can I let abundance come to me?
By Carolina Oquendo
It’s funny how my Master always seems to show up at the exact moment I’m most tangled up in my head. Today was no exception. I was aimlessly pushing a cart through the grocery store, staring at a display of apples, when I spotted him.
Usually, the Master appears as a sharp, middle aged man – commanding, precise. But today, “they” looked softer, more fluid, with features that seemed to blend masculinity and femininity into something beyond either. Their movements were smooth, almost ethereal, and their voice, when they called out, carried an uncanny melody.
“Ah,” they said as they approached, smiling warmly. “What’s got you all tied up inside?”
I forced a laugh, trying to focus on the apples in front of me. “Oh, nothing. Just life.”
“Life?” they asked, raising an eyebrow.
I sighed. “It’s money, if you must know. I mean, I’m fine, really, but there’s this nagging feeling. What if I lose everything? What if I can’t create more? Why do I keep worrying about budgeting and finding the cheapest options? How can I ensure that I will always have what I need?”
The Master reached for a bright red bell pepper, rolling it in their hands as they spoke. “Ah, the fear of scarcity. The great illusion. Do you know what lies beneath that fear?”
I frowned. “That I might actually lose everything?”
They chuckled softly. “No. Beneath the fear is your attempt to make life safe. You’ve built your world brick by brick, using guilt, shame, judgment – every belief you’ve collected – to create walls around yourself. And the mortar holding it all together is fear.”
I stared at them, unsure of what to say. They continued, their voice soft but insistent. “It’s not safe in there, you know. Not with all those bricks and all that mortar. But you keep adding to it, hoping one day the madness will end. Hoping that if you just reinforce the walls enough, nothing will collapse. But the truth is, that house of consciousness you’ve built isn’t your sanctuary. It’s your prison.”
I swallowed hard. “If I let the walls fall, what would be left of me?”
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The Master set the bell pepper down and looked at me with piercing eyes. “Freedom. That’s what would be left. The kind of freedom that comes from forgiving yourself – not in the way humans think of forgiveness, but true forgiveness – and wisdom. The wisdom that you’ve learned from every experience, that you’re never going back into dense, low consciousness. The wisdom that you are divine. That you exist. And from that wisdom comes a new relationship with energy.”
I felt my chest tighten. “But letting go of all that… it sounds terrifying.”
“It is,” they admitted. “But it’s also liberating. Freedom is letting go of everything you think you are and everything you think you need to be. It’s allowing energy to serve you, not as something you hoard or control, but as something that comes to you effortlessly, in the perfect moment.”
I nodded slowly, their words sinking in. “So, my fear of scarcity, it’s really just me holding on to those walls?”
“Yes,” they said. “And those walls are exhausting you. All your energy has been going into protecting your old identity – against the world, against yourself, even against Realization. No wonder you feel drained. But here’s the truth: you don’t need to stockpile energy or control it. It’s all here for you, always. When you allow, energy flows. It doesn’t need definition or shape. It responds to your presence, your beingness… your nothingness.”
I looked down at my cart, trying to wrap my head around it. “But how do I let go of those last vestiges of my identity? How do I stop holding on? It seems almost impossible.”
The Master smiled, their form seeming to shift slightly, as if they were both solid and light. “It starts with Allowing. Not thinking your way through it but simply letting yourself be. Feel into the part of you that exists beyond all this – beyond the beliefs, beyond the fear, beyond even your body. That timeless, expansive part of you that isn’t bound by walls or mortar or flesh.”
They gestured to my chest. “Close your eyes. Don’t think. Just feel. Feel into that deep stillness within you, the part that knows freedom and abundance are your natural states.”
I did as they asked, closing my eyes and taking a breath. At first, all I felt was noise – the racing of my thoughts, the ache of my worries – but as I kept breathing, something shifted. A warmth spread through my chest, grounding me, steadying me. It wasn’t a thought or an image. It was just… presence.
The Master’s voice broke the silence. “That’s it. That’s you. When you’re in that space, energy begins to move, not because you command it, but because your presence calls it forth. It flows without effort, without force. And it already knows what to do.”
I opened my eyes, and for a moment, it felt like the store around me had softened, as though the edges of reality had blurred. “So, I don’t need to figure it all out?”
“No,” they said simply. “Creation isn’t about figuring it out or planning the outcome. It’s about being. When you stop trying to define or control the energy, it moves in ways you could never imagine. That’s pure creation. Effortless creation.”
They placed a hand lightly on my shoulder, their touch both grounding and electric. “Freedom is scary because it asks you to let go of everything you think you need to survive. But in that letting go, you discover the truth: you’ve never been separate from your abundance, your wisdom, or your divinity. It’s all here. It always has been.”
As they turned to leave, they paused and looked back at me, their form shifting again, now sharper, more masculine. “And remember, I am whatever you need me to be. But you? You are everything you’ve ever sought. Let the walls fall. Let the energy flow. And watch as your life becomes something else, something to experience.”
The words of the Master in this story are based on Adamus’ channels from:
Discovery series – Shoud 7
Kharisma series – Shoud 2
Walk On series – Shoud 11
Emergence series – Shoud 7
Emergence series – Shoud 9
Благодарю 🌹!
I’m so tired of this rhetoric…I’m done riding on the wings of hope because the Bible is right: “hope deferred makes the heart sick”…listening to Shouds and reading articles like this over and over again while experiencing so little change if any is truly sickening to the heart….this needs to stop now…this is old energy teaching…we need testimonies now…no more f***ing theory pointless articles in an echo chamber of Adamusisms…we manifest now or we leave…it’s just that simple…please let Adamus know that Crimson Circle is not taking anymore dangling carrots on this ride of pipe dreams and hope…endless f***ing hope…faith is at least useful…hope is useless, endless hell on earth and I’m calling on BS on this until there is fruit…
same
Thank you.
I needed to hear this.
I so appreciate.
What a beautiful revelation, thank you. Such revelations are guidance of the light for all of us.
Kuthumi has mentioned this before. “You are looking for a guarantee” he said. In my case it is a little bit different. First I have to open my “And” state. Without it, I am not myself. With my current state, even if I won the lottery, it won’t change a thing. The freedom of the soul is a really different state of being. Words can’t describe its joy because it is beyond the mind. I am living with the hope of staying totally in that state. And you are lucky at the same time, your master self shows up 🙂
Thanks. I love the imagination with which you create stories. Full of wisdom, but with a lot of imagination. When reading the article I was reminded several times of the story of Adamus trapped in the crystal.
I love your articles each month Carolina.
Thank you.
John.
Carolina –
Each month you seem to be what we need you to be.
I turn to your article first for your stories.
Thank you.
Wonderful, thank you!
I also look out each month first for your article after Geoffreys.
I can’t hear the word abundance any more, can’t deal with topics of lack any longer and can’t stand my humans stupidity regarding this neither; I just wanna give up on all of it!
But maybe that is the point where one has to get to and change can finally happen – your lines encourage me to believe that.
thank you!;-)
You are a very good writer Carolina! Thank you for your creations!🙏🏾
How well woven this dialogue is. It reminds me of the many walls I have built around myself and that I have slowly allowed to crumble, bringing me more and more into my presence each day. And even when I am in that presence, new walls appear, but immediately the mere presence makes them disappear.
Thank you Carolina:-)
Thank you so much Carolina!
Gran perla de sabiduría permití que llegara a mí, casualmente hoy en mi carro mi faceta maestra me recordó que soy cambiadora de forma (soy lo que quiero ser, cuando lo elijo); y ahorita leo tu artículo; y es mi confirmación. Gracias mil…….!!!!!
Thank you Carolina,
This beautifully distills what I’ve been experiencing since Heavens Cross.
My human had built up so many stories and “walls”, it felt it absolutely had to control the process and the outcome to be safe.
Letting go of those blocks, releasing “control”, and allowing trust of my soul and if the flow of grace … this is the hardest thing I’ve done in all my lifetimes. And it’s allowed in more abundance, more health, more joy and fun, and more love. Still “in progress”, and absolutely worth it!
Estoy tan cansado de esta retórica… Estoy harto de viajar en las alas de la esperanza porque la Biblia tiene razón: “la esperanza postergada enferma el corazón”… escuchar Shauds y leer artículos como este una y otra vez mientras se experimenta tan poco cambio, si es que hay alguno, es verdaderamente repugnante para el corazón… esto tiene que parar ahora… esta es una enseñanza de la vieja energía… necesitamos testimonios ahora… no más malditas teorías, artículos sin sentido en una cámara de eco de adamusismos… nos manifestamos ahora o nos vamos… es así de simple… por favor, hazle saber a Adamus que Crimson Circle no va a aceptar más zanahorias colgantes en este viaje de quimeras y esperanza… maldita esperanza sin fin… la fe es al menos útil… la esperanza es inútil, un infierno sin fin en la tierra y estoy invocando BS en esto hasta que haya fruto…
Thank you Carolina! Several quotes really resonated and “So, I don’t need to figure it all out?” was like a lightning bolt!
Thank you very much❣️
♡ Carolina, thank you. ♡
I really appreciate and enjoy your article stories… They always get me into a relaxed, contemplative and feeling place that I love and need. I delightfully read your article first each month, snuggled in my bed with 3 cats we embrace your creation for the month.
Keep up your good work, it makes a difference. ☆☆☆☆☆