As I write, the woodpecker pecks at my roof, feasting on the insects that burrow beneath the mossy patches. The symbolism for a roof is limitations and the woodpecker represents the removal of old belief systems.
I want to remove the memory implants of childhood and family and my little red tricycle and my pet chameleon I played with in South African summers under the Jacaranda tree. I know I have never had a childhood, that like the Irish masters or the many ascended masters in my classes, I have never been born, nor ever died.
Although my death had been staged multiple times in that which we’ve come to know as the dream, I have walked in and out through what were then time-tunnels to do that which I must do. Yet the implanted memories I gave myself have lingered, like a dream within a dream; while the real memories are only ¼ restored. It is a source of discontent to me that as much as I value clarity, that something illusory has a hold on me. The memory implants have served their purpose; they must now dissolve.
Q. Mother, why are ¾ of my real memories still obscured?
A. Consider firstly that because all life was created as real only days ago, everyone’s “past” was but an illusory dream – it never really happened. For the sake of continuity the memories of the unreal dream are left in place.
Q. I want to remember the real Mother.
A. There is a reason why you have not. You have mirrored the macrocosm. You recently equated My Being to a super-computer. Let’s take that analogy further. The fact is ¾ of the computer is still frozen.
Q. Is today the right time to do something about it and will it bring all Your memories back?
A. Yes, there’s much to be done and much to receive.
(2nd entry this date)
