2 am. "We sing and those who can hear us are invited to listen - or to sing along."

A conversation with a new guide . . . or two.

I wake in the middle of the night and, instead of going back to sleep, I sit up and speak out loud to the darkness. I have been doing this for two or three weeks now.

The following is the transcript of that conversation.

2 am/Dictation

I seem to be obsessed with the idea of getting something accomplished before I die. Leaving a legacy, a book, or some sort of realization that moves the world forward after I'm gone.

Leaving a record in the world, with my name on it. Like I was here and I found this cool thing, this piece of treasure that I want to share with you.

I think about it every single day.

Have I always thought about these questions? Like when I was 20? Like when I was 30, 40, 50? Was I thinking about it then?

I must have been because I was always thinking about what book to write and what impact it would have. And so I'm asking in the dark: What impact is needed? What does the world need to know that I haven't yet spoken out loud?

All I have to do is speak the message out loud, and the people who are meant to hear it will be directed to it by The Balance. Divine Order will make sure that the thing I offer finds its way to the people it's meant for.

All I have to do is offer it and make sure people see it and they'll pass it along.

I only need to trust. And I will be able to rest.

Truth expands in this way. And also, truth stays alive. Which is why we have the ancient wisdom, because people passed it on. They didn't hoard it to themselves. And when we start to hoard it, because we're afraid to share it, because we're afraid of persecution or humiliation or being cancelled, the great wisdom is lost. It's buried in the sands of the world.

And yet, it keeps coming back, doesn't it? The great wisdom always finds its way out through someone who's listening for it, or looking for it.
It finds us. That's the mystery, isn't it?

When I ask my question, it becomes a kind of beacon, calling for the answer. The answer finds me. The question constellates with the answer. Or the answer constellates with the question.

If I'm asking about something, there is a way that I already know, on some level, the answer. I'm just looking for proof of it in the world.

But when I sit in the dark and I just listen for what wants to move through me, it's different. Really different. Fundamentally different from what I think about all the time.

I sat for a moment just now, closed my eyes, listened, waited, and I heard the word Betelgeuse. How strange? Betelgeuse is a star cluster, I think. I don't even know what it is¹. A star or a galaxy very far away. But I heard it, loud and clear and instantly, my mind started asking questions:

What does this mean? Are you from Betelgeuse? Or has this word just popped into my head for no reason?

Star System Betelgeuse. We are from the Star System Betelgeuse. And we are here to advise. And you are one who can hear our message, our song, as we sing it.

We are here to help.

There’s a great deal coming in at once. I’m trying to keep up. It's like they're telling me that they bathe us in vibration — they are saying:

We sing and those who can hear us are invited to listen - or to sing along.

It's a message of alignment, a rush of flow which contains their song and also, it has words in it, and ideas and concepts, but it's also just that vibratory energy which, if all we do is sing with it, if all we do is hum along, it will align us without us knowing how it works. It’s just like… like we don't need to know the science of breathing. We just breathe.

And so, like breath, is our song. Always there, like breath. Offering itself as alignment, as tuning fork, as offering. And we offer our guidance to all who reach for it. All who listen, who can hear.

Our message is always here. And our message is always of alignment to the one song of love and peace. There is nothing more. This is not complicated.

There is science here, but it is not necessary to understand the science. And indeed, trying to understand the science creates distance in time space reality. For it puts the acceptance and singing along with the song out on some future date when we will be able to prove it through our science. Instead, what is needed here and now is to sing. Simply sing in the way that one just breathes —without understanding the breath and how it keeps the body alive.

And this is the balance. And this is the way. And this is the Tao. And this is the way of things. The true way. The way of stars. The carpet of stars. The invitation to walk along the carpet of stars. The way of stars. It's not a carpet, it's a path. The path of stars.

When I see the path of stars in the image that they're sending, it looks like a path of clover. It's a green path. And the concept I'm seeing has to do with the path of living, of green, of clover, of life beneath our feet.

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And they are absolutely reinforcing something that I missed earlier. You know, when you put these things in words, there are … things get …. it takes a moment to make words and the images. It's not images, it's like a rush of data points. It's all going through at once and many, many things to be shared. And so as I'm talking about the path, I'm missing a parallel transmission which is this:

The path is also the same path that was the way of the Essenes and the way of the one named Jesus and the way of the ones before him.

And it's always called the way, the path, the Tao. In all languages, a way that is tracing the movement of the human body across space through time. And this is the core of the flow transmissions. Every time.

And I am sitting in the dark at 2am in my room. And this is the message that is here. In a sense, it’s the message that is always here. If I wake at 8am, if I wake at 5am, it's the same message.

For the way is simple, and the way is constant, and steady, and does not falter. For we are here, and you are here, and this is the way.

Betelgeuse. Balthazar. Saint Germain. Louis XIV. Empty your head of these names.

These names are embedded in the message, for these are names of ones who saw and heard us in our song about the way, our song about the way as they moved on their way through their time and space. But this is your time. Your space. So . . .

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Dear one,

Quiet now and listen for I am here with my hand upon your spine, supporting you From behind.

I am the first and the last. I am behind you and before you and beneath your feet. I am the way. And you are not required to do or say or be anything about what you are. Basking, resting, listening, holding, tuning, delivering, receiving.

All of this is blessed, but not required.

I am here and you can hear me because you called, but I am here whether or not you call.

For I am the night and the cloak of darkness, and I am the light of day. And you are the one, but not the only one, who can carry my message forth.

And the way is this, to go forth and play, and romp, and enjoy, not to fulfill some destiny. Your purpose is joy rather than trying to live up to some assignment or destiny or plan. Your purpose is to play and enjoy.

And whether or not you are aware that I am here, I am here. And you do not need to wake anyone up. They are waking up. It is their nature and this is that time of awakening.

The time of waking, of awakening is the word that we are using. Also the word that we are using is awakening to power. Spiritual authority. Dynamic optimism. Procreative opening at its best. Flow at its optimum. The faucet is open after a time of being less available.

Yet even when you are off doing some other joy play, still we are here offering our song. And still your body and aspects of your consciousness are aware of us and attuned to us at all times. For we are that one primordial song singing itself. We are the way.

And there is no other way. And we are not a religion, and we are not a philosophy. There is nothing memorize. No text book. No teaching.

We are simply the way of life moving, flowing.

We are source and we are ground.

We are spring and we are well.

We are holding and we are not attached. We are attaching and we are letting go.

We are the fullness and the emptiness. The shadow and light, the up and down, the on and off, the alpha and omega, the yin and yang, the this and that, we are you and we are not you, and we are you again,

And this is the way. A needle pulling thread through a fabric which is not there, piercing a membrane which blocks the way, in order to make the way through.

For even as consciousness builds a wall, we begin to break down the wall. And even as we break down the wall, consciousness erects another. And this is also the way. The way of changing. Of making and unmaking. The way of Tao. The way of entropy and energy and movement and the play of breath upon the water.

Rippling for a time and then coming to stillness.

Such simple things. Yes, and yet, so complex.

So much order in darkness, in formlessness. The play of time. Intention upon formlessness, and then formlessness returns.

In the dark, you strive for a message to bring. You reach for a strand of specialness, of using this, all this that we are, all that we offer, to make a name for yourself. If you want a name for yourself, make a work, an art, make a form, make a house, build something on the land and invite people inside.

This is blessed. All of this is blessed. Do what you want. Play, be as you want. This too is the way.

There is no requirement. No demand is being made.

I lie down, tired now and ready for sleep. If more comes, I will bring it. As I lie down, it's a kind of acceptance and a kind of realization at the same time. That for me, at least, the way seems to be to fill with message and the sense of urgency to make something of it and then to empty through words, through speaking it out loud so that I can rest.

And this is the way of the listener dreamer. And there are other ways.

For example, there is the way of the astrologer/mapper, the one who studies and learns the names of planets and stars and learns their significances. The one who lives inside of this map of ancient wisdom, ancient history and science. And astrology IS science at the beginning of what science will become. It's the foundational framework for so much of the wisdom. And yet there are other frameworks. Astrology becomes astronomy. Mysticism holds all wisdom inside it.

It's inside of its frame. And yet these frames are merely membranes put up by consciousness over the flow of formlessness. They are, as is all human knowledge, built on centuries of mind reaching into formlessness and seeking to understand and building on the understanding that came before until there is so much understanding that formlessness is obscured. So much light that human consciousness can no longer detect the presence of darkness.

And when you do detect it, you fear it because you understand, on some level, that darkness enfolds all forms, and carries them back into the wholeness. Melts everything that we build eventually back into the nature of things, which is to break down and fall apart and then be made into something new.

The same as Amy is experiencing the flow of filling up with images and urgency to share what she sees. Filling up so full until she cannot hold it all inside and must speak it or write it or draw it or dance it or share it or weep it out in tears or walk it or stretch her muscles but mostly, her way is to speak and to write it.

That is her song. And so she fills with all of this flow moving through, moving by, fills with it all and then she must empty it so she can rest. She fills and she empties. She rests and she wakes again. And so it is with the world. For man must create, and nature must destroy.

For as day comes, it is always followed by night. And as summer in its lush abundance comes, all full of fruit, so follows the fall - and the fruit must be gathered in and after the harvest, the winter comes and takes it all away. Clearing the way for the great time of rest and sleep. Clearing the way for the next spring. This is the way. It's always been the way. And ever shall be.

1. Betelgeuse is a red supergiant star located in the constellation Orion. It's a very large and luminous star, known for its reddish color and for being one of the brightest stars in the night sky. Betelgeuse is also a variable star, meaning its brightness fluctuates over time.

I am just discovering, just considering whether the flow transmissions are originating from Orion - from a deliberate pulsation of support, help and healing. A pulsation of love and blessing being offered from that star system.