Jean Tinder

A phrase has been in my awareness lately, something about being “In harmony with self.” It’s a lovely idea and apparently rather simple, but the more I explore and look at it from different angles, the more important this idea seems to be. Ideally, this is the time of year when we celebrate peace on earth and all that. But, as with everything, it starts inside.

I recently had the profound joy of attending the Magic of the Masters event in Bled, Slovenia, part of a two-week-holiday gift to myself. In addition to the incredible event itself, the entire adventure was an experience of such synchronicity that I could only marvel at the constantly unfolding perfection.

The Master sat in her favorite spot in the forest, sipping her morning coffee and enjoying the clean scent of nature after a light rain. A babbling brook tumbled over the rocks nearby, finding its busy way down the mountain.“Water,” she mused, “Is such a beautiful example of energy.”

“It comes to you.”
“Energy serves the Master.”
“It’s there before you get there.”
This stuff isn’t new. Although Adamus has been talking about it a lot, way back in May 2005, Tobias said, “The synchronistic life is when everything truly comes to you, every energy you ever need.” This synchronistic life of Tobias is what Adamus calls the “Ahmyo life.”

We’ve heard for years that “Energy serves the Master,” and Adamus has been talking about this quite a lot in the last several months. He even said recently that you’ll know you’ve “arrived” at Realization when you truly and completely allow energy serve you.

I have a pet peeve, something that seriously irks me, probably because I’ve done it myself. It’s when someone says they “get the energy” of something even though they haven’t bothered to actually experience it. This particularly bugs me when it comes to my favorite thing in the world – Crimson Circle material.

Have you ever wanted something for a very long time? Perhaps nothing important or necessary, just a secret little dream that may or may not ever come true? Have you ever finally allowed it to come true – and then wondered, “What the hell am I doing?!”

I’ve got another house project going. The shower enclosure in my upstairs bathroom was deteriorated and broken, so I decided to replace it before my brother leaves for his next adventure. Just before we started, I mentioned to him that I felt a ‘catch’ with it, as if something was ‘off’ with the project, but no idea what it might be.

Years ago, Adamus went through a phase of asking Shaumbra what we want the most. At one point he said if he was in our place he would choose only one thing – clarity. That always stuck with me because why would clarity be more important than things like abundance or health?

True creation. It’s elusive, hard to define, and the whole point of existence. As humans we tend to see creation as something to be “done,” but at this point I think “doing” is a big distraction.

Adamus has been talking recently about true creation, which is quite different than what we normally think of as “creating.” We humans think of creation as adjusting a situation to our liking, bringing in new potentials, manifesting a painting or sculpture, etc.

Best Theme Park EverIf you listen closely, you can hear our non-physical friends whispering over and over again that we are loved and admired for what we’re doing. It’s because they know – and we forget – that being human is not for faint-hearted angels.

It’s funny how life reflects itself. You can look at two or more seemingly unrelated things and begin seeing all sorts of correlations between them. For instance, I am currently in the midst of an unfolding creation that has some clear parallels to the messy business of Realization. Both are the fulfillment of long-held dreams, whether decades or eons in the dreaming.

“Who am I?” It’s the most basic question of existence and we’ve been busy answering it for eons of time. Every answer is a definition, a limitation, a label we stick on or a box we stuff into.

Adamus has been talking recently about the human and Master co-existing, living together here in real life on Earth.

One day Master noticed human getting quite caught up in the world’s craziness, and decided to tell a story.

Wafting aimlessly through the ethers, Yamiel and Buziel blew intricate cloud-rings to pass the time. They had recently applied to the Immigration Panel, had just received their entrance codes, and now were waiting for their names to be called.

I questioned whether to write about this topic yet again, but it’s the one thing we all have in common and many of us still struggle with. Plus, I’ve been exploring some new potentials, so here goes…

I am here, sitting on the sofa in my office. It’s time to write, on this quiet, cloudy day. The mist is drifting through the trees, the summer temperature more than thirty degrees lower than just three days ago.

As I write this, I’m sitting in my garage, bundled up against the freezing air (springtime in the mountains is capricious), waiting for more neighbors to stop by and browse through my junk.

Not long ago I was facing a complex situation, trying to sort out all the what’s and why’s and if’s and when’s. Talking it over with a friend, going over all the issues and problems and things I didn’t want to repeat (and maybe getting a bit mental about it all), my friend stopped me and asked, “What do you want?”

Knowingness is the ability to know whatever you need to know in the moment it is needed. It’s is not intellectual knowledge; it’s just a knowing, a feeling, an intuition. Everyone has had moments of knowing, when our inner hunch proved to be right on the mark.

Let’s imagine for a moment… You’re living in some other time on Earth. Since the day you were born, your life has been lived in a cave deep underground.

January was quite a month on all fronts. As we began what Adamus calls the ‘Year of Separation,’ world events took on a strange sense of the surreal. I won’t get into politics here, but sometimes I find it hard to fathom the reality that humans are creating for themselves.

There’s something I’d like to share, something that’s made up of many facets. Perhaps they are ready to be woven into a story.

What a month it’s been. Full of more practice than I ever wanted of standing behind the short wall, choosing compassion, and letting go … letting go … letting go.

Like most of the world, I woke up the morning after the U.S. elections aghast at the news.