A Message from “The Family”: On Finding the Center

Mister Rand has given us leave to write about anything we wish, which means we have the task of writing about what he most wishes to hear, since “we” as such do not exist. He has struggled in recent months with a disorientation born of the shock of the Trump person being elected as President of the United States of America. This disorientation, as we see it, is threefold: first, a disorientation of context. The context in which Mister Rand has lived much of his life has betrust_meen one of the United States being at root a well-meaning, generous, adaptive and accepting country, one in which differences are at worst tolerated, at best embraced wholeheartedly.

That this United States has always existed more in intention than in reality does not lessen the impact or importance of this concept held by Mister Rand. He has always felt himself embedded in an America that was, at root, benevolent. To discover that beneath the surface of the mass consciousness there has always seethed a whirlwind of blame, judgmentalism, intolerance, sexism, and social class division has shocked Mister Rand’s idealism into stunned silence.

 Mister Rand’s disorientation is also a disorientation of safety. With the ascendancy of President Trump has, for Mister Rand, come an escalating sense of danger: a keen awareness of the unpredictable nature of physical reality, particularly as regards marginalized populations—gender nonconformists, artists/writers, the poor, the disabled, and those whose skin color does not conform to the standard American norm of heterosexual male Caucasianhood. Mister Rand is keenly aware now, in a way he has not been aware previously, that there are those who would wish him dead simply because he is gay, spiritualist, and possessed of Jewish ancestry.

Mister Rand’s third disorientation is one of purpose. The story Mister Rand has put faith in for many years is that each individual in physical reality is incarnated for a specific reasons or reasons: experiences [that] he or she needs for soul-growth; services that he or she has been called upon to provide to others; and individuals with whom he or she has agreed to collaborate in order to construct and create tools, templates, and systems reflective of the transcendent beauty of the human soul.

Now Mister Rand is uncertain of these matters. Chaos has appeared to ascend in power over him and others, and all bets, as it were, seem off. From our viewpoint, however, nothing has changed in physical reality at all. That is, the ascendancy of President Trump and his followers we see as part of a normal cycle of moral flux, a moral flux that has always existed just out of sight, or mostly just out of sight, beneath the mask of U.S. civil responsibility and ethics. Mister Rand is realizing that his center—the core beliefs around which he has built his worldview—is not one supported by current events. So he is tempted to jettison his core beliefs in the basic goodness of people and the benevolent oversight of Divine Love as idealistic and self-delusional.

To this we say, truth is truth whether or not it is believed by the mass consciousness, and truth cannot be denied forever. To paraphrase a 19th Century Christian writer, God is Love in all parts of Itself, and thinks nothing of Itself, but only of Its creation and how It can win creation back into Its loving embrace. And it takes a special kind of faith and courage to hold fast to this truth in the face of force, threat, and blame as manifested in the surrounding culture.

So to Mister Rand we say, Fear not, neither be dismayed; the vision you experienced in 2013 of the unshakeable, unlosable Love at the center of everything is still true. Open yourself up today to be a channel of that love to those around you, and you will experience small miracles of hope even in the face of death. And we thank you for sharing.

— Channeled Friday, March 17, 2017, 6:30 am MT, Santa Fe, New Mexico USA.

A Message From “The Family”: Resurrection Time

earth-5Nothing in physical reality  stays the same forever, for it is the nature of physical reality to be constantly changing: expanding, contracting,  giving birth, wielding death, bringing new life from death again. Your civilization of the West has been living in a reality of continuous stimulation to purchase objects, objects that are touted as possessing the abilities to make you feel young, beautiful, strong, healthy, desirable, hopeful, safe. No object, however, can do any of these things, for objects themselves break down, wear out, are discarded in favor of new objects. And so the cycle continues.

The only possession that does not break down, wear out, fall apart, get lost in the laundry, mess itself up by banging into other objects—the only possession that does not change in physical reality—is (1) pain and (2) joy. Mister Rand objects, “Pain can change if I am willing to feel it and work with it.” That is correct, if by “pain” one means “specific pain arising from specific incidents.” These indeed can soften into background noise, barely perceptible, with no power to limit the onetime sufferer’s life. But pain itself—one’s capacity for suffering, the existence of pain in physical reality—the fact that physical reality provides endless opportunities for pain—that does not change. As long as there is a physical reality, pain will be available.

Mister Rand finds this statement angering and disheartening. “Pain caused by resistance can be mitigated by learning to accept rather than deny what is happening,” he says. “Pain inflicted upon one by a physical source such as sciatica or an angry spouse can be mitigated by medications and physical therapy on the one hand and reconciliation counseling or divorce on the other. But you’re saying that all the claims of certain world religions, that some day God will transform physical reality into a place where no pain, no suffering, no disease, no hunger, no violence exists—you’re saying that this is not going to happen?”

That is correct. That is what we are saying. As long as physical reality exists, pain will be possible, for physical reality is a reality of hard and soft, harsh and gentle, violent and peaceful, good and evil. As we see it in fact, the only realities where pain is available are physical reality and its close companion, the plane of existence we call thought reality. Sometimes called the plane of mind or the astral plane, thought reality is the level of reality where all minds from all times and spaces can meet and interact. Of the nonphysical realities, thought reality is the closest to physical reality, and it mirrors physical reality’s joys and sorrows.

Everything that happens in physical reality sets off sparks in thought reality. These sparks become what we call thought forms, which have, to the aware human mind, all the appearance of reality. When Mister Rand goes into a mall, and begins feeling overwhelmed by the hustle and bustle of the crowd, he is unconsciously being battered by thought forms generated by the humans in the crowd. That is because, as Judgment Essence in his Tarot of You system of personality exploration, Mister Rand is particularly prone to sensing and absorbing the mental projections of humans and animals. If Mister Rand permits these thought forms to attach themselves to him, he begins to feel as his own the suffering of those who generated these thought-forms. And this often results in his withdrawing as much as possible from the life outside his own head.

What is the point of this discussion? Our point is that, while you are in physical reality, suffering is one of the experiences that is inevitable here. But physical reality is not the only reality in which your consciousness is embedded, and suffering is not the only experience available here. There are many joys and pleasures available in physical reality as well. Physical reality holds beauties innumerable, and pleasures that have nothing to do with possessing objects that will inevitably decay. Furthermore, Mister Rand is continually connected to the consciousness of his Greater Self, and in the nonphysical he is surrounded by what your Bible calls “clouds of witness”: disembodied friends and relatives, spirit guides, angelic consciousnesses who wish him only well and if called upon can help him make choices that will open up new avenues of pleasure for him.

For every pain in physical reality there is a solace, even if that solace be death; and for every death there is a resurrection. •

— Channeled Friday, Dec. 16, 2016.

A Message From the Family: Heaven Can Wait

desert_sunriseNothing in physical reality maintains its form forever. This includes the shape of spacetime itself, if “shape” can be used to refer to a nonphysical, nontemporal probability construct in which the phenomena of energy and matter can form regular recurring patterns. Therefore degradation, delapidation, denigration, and devastation can seem stronger forces than those of re-emergence, recurrence, innovation, renewal, and resurrection. But “Death”, one of the Tarot’s Major Trumps cards, signifies not just endings, but the beginnings that spring from the endings. So a persistent, invasive terror of death, which at times in his life Mister Rand himself has felt, can actually hide a deeper terror: a terror of rebirth.

Stephen Levine, in his book, Who Dies?, observes that in his experience working with hospice patients, the persons who have been the most fearful of living are those who tend to be the most fearful of dying. For much of his life, Mister Rand has attempted to maintain a sometimes precarious existence on the borderlands of consensus reality—i.e., on the sidelines of life. This is because his early childhood experiences had taught him to expect that it was safest to be invisible. So he never developed the skills requisite for a thriving social life, and greatly feared intimacy, for the most nurturing person in Mister Rand’s childhood had also been one of the most abusive. Consequently, Mister Rand did not easily trust intimacy, as witness the fact that Mister Rand had only one romantic partner, the late Stuart “Alex” Lucker, who died two years into their relationship.

Since that time things have changed for Mister Rand. During his years in Santa Fe, attending a Twelve Step group for persons with eating disorders, he has learned to trust many of the persons he has met in his meetings, and some of them have become friends. In addition, his psychic work, and his … involvement with The Celebration, a leaderless Santa Fe spiritual group, has enriched his social life in ways he could only have dreamed of when he was younger and more frightened.

We say these things not to embarrass Mister Rand, nor to solicit pity for him, but to illustrate the limitations of fear-based thinking when considering all the richness of possibility that physical reality has to offer.

true_strength_is_nurturingIn your Bible it says of the story of redemption, “These things the angels themselves desire to look into.”  While in the original the Bible writers intended this sentence as a reference to the concept that Jesus of Nazareth was the Messiah or Savior of the world, we submit that it can also be employed to refer to physical reality itself—that unbodied spirits long to directly experience for themselves what life in physical reality is like.

What does physical reality have to offer that the nonphysical realities do not? This is an important question, because in your theologies, “Heaven”—being a reference to not only the intangible “afterlife” but also to the sky above your heads—is considered superior to “Earth”, the physical plane in all its manifestations. Yet there are some experiences only available in physical reality, and it is these experiences that the angels desire to look into. Some of these experiences include sensory experiences of light, sound, color, music, scent, texture, movement, and temperature; the pleasures of creativity through art; the pleasure of patient guided unfolding of a possibility as it changes into a reality; and the expansion of understanding triggered by incarnational experiences such as birth, sickness, romance, reproduction, child rearing, freedom fighting, [observing and interacting in love with animals, plants, and insects], and the recovery from illness. The experience of the passage of time itself is an experience that can only be enjoyed and benefitted from by those in physical reality.

rainbow_mosqueIn looking over our list, Mister Rand asks (. . .), “But is the joy that physical reality affords us worth the suffering it also affords us? What of the millions suffering unspeakable pain? How can smelling a flower offset the sheer weight of their dismay?” The answer, of course, is that a person dying of AIDS in a back alley needs consolation, water, food, medications, and supportive social interactions, not just the smelling of a flower. And since the hands of God are the hands of Mister Rand and those other spirits who have taken on flesh, seeking God’s will for assessing what help to give the dying person is the responsibility of Mister Rand and his acquaintances. For the joy of helping to relieve another’s suffering is another experience that only physical reality (and thought reality, its close sibling) can provide.

In the nonphysical realities, there is no sense of separation between Self and Other. Individuation does exist in the nonphysical, but it is individuation seen and felt always in its context of All-That-Is. In physical reality, where consciousness often appears limited to, or framed by, the brain organ, physical and emotional separation are regularly experienceable. So opportunities to reveal these separations as the illusions they are at core are precious, and if taken with care and awareness, yield exquisite experiential results.

So there is, in our opinion, a case to be made that Heaven is not superior to Earth; they are two sides of the same coin, different but equal. And Divine Love is present throughout both realities. Call upon It today to make Its presence known to you in your life as you really are just at this moment, and keep on calling upon it until you become aware of the answer. And we thank you for sharing today. •

— Channeled by Rand Lee, 11/2/16, 3:11:16 AM

A Message From “The Family”: On The Beloved Dead

Victorian_seance[On January 27, 1988, I walked into my love Stuart’s bedroom and found him dead on the bed. He and I had been lovers for only 2 years. We worked as psychics together in Key West, Florida and Santa Fe, New Mexico; we met originally when he came to me seeking Louise Hay-type guided meditations for boosting his immune system. One day, during such a meditation (which he claimed did indeed make him feel better), Stuart manifested a feminine information source he called “Alexandra” whose calm, understated manner was a stark contrast to his Aries exuberance.

[About a month before he died, Stuart—who was suffering from AIDS symptoms at a time before the current, longevity promoting, AIDS “cocktail” of meds had been developed— told me that he had dreamed he was in a coma in hospital, and that I was sitting beside his bed. He said that in the dream, I understood that it was so beautiful where he went when he was in deep trance, that someday he would not come back from there, and that I was OK with it. When I found his body that morning in 1988, I realized then that his account of his “dream” had been his way of letting me know he was planning to kill himself with a heavy injection of painkiller that he had been hoarding since his job as a med tech at Key West Island Hospital.

[The following channeling discusses my experiences regarding Stuart since his passing. -RL]

When Mister Rand first walked into the room where he found his lover’s body, he had no sooner set eyes upon Stuart’s prone form than he felt, floating somewhere near the ceiling on the lefthand side of the bedroom, two energies or consciousnesses. One of the consciousnesses was in fact that of Stuart, Rand’s lover; the other, that of the so-called “channeled entity” that 2 years previously had, at its first appearance, announced its name as “Alexandra”.

Now “Alexandra” was the feminine persona of the channeler, Stuart. In a sense, Mister Rand feels she is still present in his life; at other times she seems a very distant memory. Stuart himself feels to Mister Rand even more distant. Mister Rand’s younger brother, Jeffrey Robert Lee, died in 1990 from AIDS; his consciousness, by contrast with Stuart’s, seems much more present in Mister Rand’s life, particularly when Mister Rand is channeling or doing psychic readings for clients.

Why do some dead feel more present to us than others? The answers in part depend upon our ultimate view of reality. An atheist-materialist-ethicist [might] say that the memories of the dead, not the dead themselves, are present with us in direct proportion to how willing we have been to release those relationships and move on to new ones in physical reality—in other words, the more emotionally attached you are to the memory of your dead friend or relative, the more present they will seem to be. By contrast, a spiritualist might say that some dead feel more present to us than others because some of our dead have been willing to “move on”—detach from identification with their former self, former life, and former acquaintances (us)—and others of our dead have not.

We see the situation as possessing elements of both explanations. Let us say that Mister Yiffniff dies. At first, depending upon his spiritual practises in the life just ended, Yiffniff [may be] a bit disoriented; he may even feel that his death is a mistake, that he has so much “unfinished business” to attend to before he is ready to depart fully. Other, less conflicted individuals, may be ready to “move on” immediately—may be even glad that they have died, for now, if they wish, they can take on a new physical form in a new place or position in spacetime. Still other beloved dead may select to remain focused in our physical plane in order to keep watch over the physically living—to act, in a sense, as spirit guides to those whom they have loved and still do love. Mister Jeffrey, Mister Rand’s baby brother, is just such a one—committed,  as it were, to stay by Mister Rand’s side until it is time for them to become balls of joyous light together. Each case is different, however, and must be evaluated as objectively as possible by the psychic researcher. •

My Landlord’s Dog

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My landlord’s dog is a white female American bulldog named Julie. She is 8 years old, and exudes sweetness and love to such an extent that nearly everyone who meets her tells my landlord, whom I’ll call Jim, “If you ever decide to give her up, I’ll take her.” I rent a room in Jim’s house, and when my cat Urdwill was alive, Julie accepted him as one of the pack; if anything, he, not she, was the more aggressive and territorial of the two.

For the past few days I have been caring for Julie. About 4 days ago, Jim was taken to the hospital, where he has been ever since, with a cracked pelvis from a fall, a deep upper leg infection, and urinary difficulties. Jim is a very large man, and it took a four-man team of paramedics and firefighters to transport him from the upper tier of the bunk bed where he sleeps down to the gurney they had waiting for him. When I spoke to him on the telephone yesterday, he sounded disoriented and frightened. In his deep bass voice he said, “I’ve never felt so helpless before.”

I can believe it. Jim is 74, with a lifetime of international sales, business ownership, and professional rugby behind him. When I met him, about 2 years ago, he had been reduced to spending most of his time in a chair in front of his large screen TV, watching sports programs. I learned that some years back he developed a brain embolism that impaired his hearing, eyesight, balance, short term memory, and completely erased his sense of smell, which in turn has reduced considerably his ability to taste anything. A Type Two diabetic, and a heavy nighttime vodka-and-cranberry-juice-cocktail drinker, he is also a hoarder. Nearly every square inch of his house is filled with sports equipment, boxes of books, clothing, heaps of old bills and letters, tools, memorabilia, and trash, and the yards around his house sport several huge, inoperative vehicles, including a chartreuse van and two trucks, one of which has a mobile hot tub attached to it. (In the Seventies, Jim used to drive this rig around Santa Fe, renting it out to partying hippies.)

Despite his brain damage and short term memory loss, Jim notices at once if anything new appears in his vicinity, or if anything is thrown away or moved from one spot to another. “Is that your towel on the washing machine?” he asks. “Did you move that [tiny scarlet] tag from the desk to the side table?” Severely depressed, he goes to bed around midnight and gets up around 1 or 2 in the afternoon. “It just doesn’t seem worth it most days to get out of bed,” he told me.

Jim is on Medicare, and has had a string of caseworkers who come by now and again, disappear, and are replaced by new caseworkers. This is not because Jim is a difficult client to deal with; he is remarkably sweet tempered for a man with his background and in his condition. It’s because New Mexico, one of the poorest states of the Union, does not allocate much money to social services, and typically caseworkers are paid little, overworked, and overscrutinized by middle management longtermers anxious not to lose their jobs. Still, it’s a good thing Jim has Medicare, as he tells me he will be in hospital for at least another week, and in the meantime I am more or less in charge of taking care of Julie. “She misses you a lot, Jim,” I told him. “I miss her a lot, too,” he said, and his voice broke.

I find myself grieving, for Jim’s pain, certainly, but also for my own. My father, pictured above, was a big man, too, with a bass voice, and like Jim had little liking or talent for asking for help. Tonight I miss my father keenly. I was scared of him, much of the time, and angry with him, much of the time, and yearned for his approval and acceptance all of the time. He filled the house I grew up in with his presence just as Bill fills this house with his, and after my father died, of the last in a string of heart attacks back in 1971, the house loomed vast and empty without him in it.

I have no reason to believe that Jim will die, not this time, anyhow, though the events of the past week are clearly a wakeup call for him: change your ways of handling your pain, or make a humiliating, and possibly protracted, exit, stage right. But however long he is in hospital or rehab, and however many changes must take place in his house for it to accommodate his new fragilities, for now, I am here with his dog Julie; and our hearts, both hers and mine, are aching. •

 

 

 

 

A Message From “The Family”: On the Dream-State

Mister Rand has asked us to comment upon our experience with the Dream-State or Dreaming, made famous in your time by Australian aboriginal cultures. There are several levels or facets to the Dream-State, each of which is accessed with more or less difficulty depending upon the expertise of the Dreamer, and two of which are accessed with no effort at all by every creature in physical reality.

As traditional Australian cultures recognize, the first level of the Dreaming is the level from which all of physical reality springs. It surrounds physical reality, and imbues it; and as such it lies at the heart of all creative endeavor. It is the plane of the perfect form of which the ancient Greeks speak, and coincides with, but is not identical to, the level of reality termed by some quantum physicists the Plane of Superimplicate Order.

In sum, the first level of the Dreaming contains the  physical reality and everything composing it, from mathematics to physics to evolutionary biology and all the way “down” to specific individual plant, animal, and mineral forms. One might call this level of the Dreaming the Dream of the Earth, for though it is not conscious in the sense of mental awareness, it can be accessed by [human] consciousness. When native shamans communicate with the spirits of rocks, trees, sky, water, and other so-called inanimate objects, they do so by way of the Dream of the Earth.

The second level of the Dreaming one might call the Dream of the Mind. All creatures possessed of brains interweave their consciousnesses on this level. As there is no time in the Dreaming, and no space, through this level of the Dreaming one can commune with the consciousness of any brained creature, past present or future by your reckoning. However, great care must be taken when traversing this realm, as it is also the realm of what are commonly referred to in New Age parlance as “thought forms,” mental constructs that take on a life of their own after the one who has thought them moves on to other thoughts or leaves the body in death.

Now it is no surprise perhaps to learn that not all thoughts are thoughts that may be considered noble, elevated, loving, or true. Thus, any thought-form can achieve independent life and be set loose in the ocean of the Dream of Mind, sometimes to be caught in the mental net of one seeking to “channel” accurate information of use in physical reality. For this reason any individual desirous of learning to “channel” must learn to differentiate between thought-forms of force, threat, blame, or error and thought-forms of acceptance, understanding, loving, and giving. Otherwise, much of what Mister Rand terms “foolishness” can pass for divine insight, when actually it is simply “lame” thought-forms floating about in the aether.

The third level of the Dreaming one might call the Dream of Time. On this level, all possible pasts, presents, and futures are conceived and made available to incarnating souls for their use in creativity, experimentation, experience, and growth. This is the reality often referred to in New Age circles as the “Causal Plane” or the “Akashic Plane,” the idea being that the record of all an individual’s incarnations may be found here. The Dream of Time is also the level of reality where [soul] memories are stored. So when an individual develops what you term Alzheimer’s disease, and seems to regress to an earlier stage of their life, in fact what is taking place is that that individual has begun a process of life-evaluation normally undertaken after physical death, the “life review” so often experienced by persons at the edge of death as well.

When a parent with Alzheimer’s does not recognize you as their daughter, it is not because “deep down” they do not wish to recognize you; it is that they are time-traveling to a period before you were born or even thought of. So endeavor if you can to keep their bodies warm and fed until such time as their consciousness returns to your spacetime nexus, or leaves its body. Past, future, and other life regressions access this plane, also, but again care must be taken when undertaking any life-recall, for the energic proximity of Thought Reality, a.k.a. the Dream of Mind, to the Dream of Time level means that it is very easy for individuals exploring the Dream of Time to have their memory or impressions of other lives colored highly by errant and limited thought-forms. One way to minimize the likelihood of this happening is for the regression therapist to place a bowl of water in each corner of the therapy room. Thought-energy is held captive in water’s crystalline matrix, and after the session the bowls can be emptied with no harm either to the environment or the therapist and therapy client.

The fourth level of the Dreaming may be called the Dream of Love. On this level of the Dreaming, the soul conceives of the experiences it wishes to have during its sojourn in physical reality. On this level also, soul matrices are born; that is, networks of heart-connection among groups of souls who then go on to incarnate together for mutual consolation, support, and experience. Physical reality in all its complexity emerged from the fourth Dreaming level, made of Love and imbued by Love if Love may be conceived of as unconditional support for the expression of uniqueness in an expanding way.

“But life here on Earth is so hard,” points out Mister Rand. And in fact this is true. Those individuals who follow the teachings of Siddhartha the Buddha point out that everything in physical reality changes eventually, and that much human suffering is caused by the heart’s desire to cling to ideas of what it needs for security, safety, love, and nurture, whether it be the desire for a narrow waistline or the desire for world peace or the desire for a big house or a handsome lover or eternal youth or world fame or any of the myriad conceptions the heart can come up with. It is in the fourth level of the Dreaming that attachment is forged, and in order to release attachment when it is no longer useful in bringing about the experiences one desires, it is necessary to expand to the fifth level of the Dreaming, the Dream of the Womb.

The fifth level of the Dreaming may be called the Dream of the Womb, or the Dream of Nondifferentiation. On this level, the soul experiences itself not as “I am” but as “we are,” and in so doing is free to travel in any direction without fear, for it knows on the deepest part of the self that it has and always will have everything it will ever need to be absolutely safe, loved, and protected. This is the level of the Dreaming that Mister Rand connected to in his vision of Divine Love back in November 2013.

Mister Rand experienced a state of awareness in his vision of a loving Presence that surrounded and filled him with absolute, unconditional, faceless/wordless/and motionless Love, eternal and unchanging. He knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that nothing he had ever done, was doing now, or might do in future could separate him from this Love. This Love also spoke to him many of his years ago, when he was visiting the back yard of the Sanctuary of Chimayó. Behind the church there, in the fenced off area where pilgrims and sufferers of all kinds pin notes, pictures, cards, or photographs asking the Divine for succor, Mister Rand “heard” a “voice” saying to him from the nearby brook, “Do not listen to the old men on the hill. From my womb you came, to my womb you will return; you have a right to be here.” The fifth level of the Dreaming is the deepest level of the Dreaming in which the individual consciousness to any extent exists. The final two levels are levels connected to the Greater and Greatest Self of all conscious entities, those Selves from which all individual Selves emerge and are continually sustained.

The sixth level of the Dreaming one may term the Dream of the Source. It is on this level that each conscious entity’s Greater Self or Higher Self or Higher Power exists in a state of transcendent awareness, acceptance, peace, and humor. The Greater Self of all humans is there; so is the Greater Self of all mammals who are not human; [and] the Greater Selves of every creature who has ever lived in physical reality. Another name for this level is the Dream of the Gods, for here those great consciousnesses you may term the gods and goddesses dwell.

And the seventh level of the Dreaming one may term the Dream of Silence or the Dream of the One. It is a state of absolute stillness, absolute awareness of All That Is and All That May Be. In contrast with the Dream of Love, the Dream of the Source may appear passionless, but that is simply because contained within It are all possible consciousness and possible experiences in a completed state of fullness.

And we thank you for sharing. •

A Message From “The Family”: On the Purpose of Life

MAJORTRUMPS.XVII.TheWorldPhysical reality has no purpose save that of being itself. Processes of birth and death, burgeoning and decay, health and sickness, flow and ebb, all are descriptions of the energy transfers and formations that makes physical reality distinctive. They possess no intrinsic moral qualities; they are tools for experience. And it is the various levels of consciousness that determine whether those experiences are expansive, leading to greater and greater sense of creativity, love, and peacefulness, or whether those experiences are restrictive, leading to greater and greater sense of entrapment, hatred, horror, and violation.

Mister Rand finds it inconceivable that any spiritual consciousness entity would select horror and violation as experiences it wished to have in physical reality. Yet we assure you that some beings choose just that in their Greater Selves, for many nonphysical entities possess a passion for differentiation so acute that it leads them to the consciousness levels of force, threat, and blame, which taken together offer the greatest opportunity for enjoying the illusion that one is distinct, unique, alone, inviolate, empty of purpose and meaning.

Mister Rand asks, “Is there no moral core to All-That-Is, that such choices are permitted without consequences?” We reply with love that it is because All-That-Is possesses a moral core of unconditional loving support that such choices are permitted. For when All-That-Is, or the Greatest Self, or the One, or God, or Goddess, or whatever you choose to term It gave birth to Itself in Its search for expanding Its experience of Its infinite potential, It elected to permit Its “littler” selves (to use a term that has no literal meaning in the nonphysical realities) freedom to explore experience according to their individual choices. The serendipitous experiences arising from such freedoms are the meat and drink of the incarnating soul.

“How is it,” asks Mister Rand, “that God can be simultaneously the Unmoved Mover, the absolute field of loving consciousness I experienced a year and a half ago in my vision as complete in itself, [while at the same time being] the questing Entity which seeks to expand Its experience of Itself through the choices and actions of its self-aware, mobile selves [i.e., you and we, who carry within us a hologram of All-That-Is, which is what the Bible refers to when it says that God made Man and Woman in “His” image]?” And to this we have no reply.

MAJORTRUMPS.VII.PanWhat, then, is the purpose of life? As we see it from our observations and experiences, the purpose of life is to experience and experiment with potential, whether one speaks of a human being’s individual potential for career or creative outlet or self-definition or experience, or whether one speaks of an ecosystem or species’ potential for change. In short, God likes being surprised. That is how evolution—a [truly] chance development of forms into greater and greater degrees of complexity—can exist alongside the existence of divine consciousness. Chance is one of the faces of the Goddess, as represented in Mister Rand’s Tarot system by the Major Trump he calls “Pan.”

Pan is frightening, because to hear Pan’s call is to waken to one’s chaotic, chance-driven, boiling potential for self-expression and change. Pan is seductive, because within each entity is a passion for collision, melding, separation, burgeoning, love, hate, joy, and despair. Pan is physical reality with all its apparent rigidity of structure, which when viewed on the subatomic level is the reverse of rigid: fluid, empty, racing, dispersive, connotative rather than descriptive—physical reality as an event, a constantly changing work of art, a poem, a paean, a trick that All-That-Is is playing upon Itself.

And you, Mister Rand, the animals, the plants, the electrons, the magnetosphere, light and Void, all of us are the originators and perpetrators of the drama of spacetime. By “drama” we do not mean to trivialize physical experience; quite the reverse. A drama is a story, and we are all hungry for stories. And we thank you for sharing. •

— Channeled by Rand Lee on Tuesday, June 16th, 11:59pm MT.