Editing Rights to Reality

What if for a moment in time, Source gave you the ability to edit reality in total? What would you do with that power?

That is what has happened. For a brief moment in time—a critical moment—Source gifted me the ability to write things into reality. Not just MY reality. ALL realities.

For the space of 3 posts and 1 journal entry (private), I was allowed to write things into being in all layers of existence. There are 3 posts (I do not know which ones) where I was writing into reality directly—all one moment of being given full editing rights to existence. And that private journal entry is merely what I want to happen next to me personally. It’s simply the last entry of this blog, but written non-linearly.

I have given the gift back to Source, but Source tells me I may access it again. Still, I envision it like a beautiful fountain pen encased in a beautiful box and set on an altar. Not to be worshipped, but to properly honor the power of that ability. Only to be used in the direst of circumstances. And for a moment there, shit was very, very dire. We were on the edge of a knife. I feel very humbled to have been trusted in that way by the collective of All That Is.

Thank you for trusting me. I hope I have done right by myself and all of you.

Anyway…

Do you all remember when Mari was healed by the Urmah? Do you remember how her shoes were missing?

Would you like to know where they went?

They are a waveform in a previous adjunct reality. She was there as her soul, and knowing her, she was in her garden, shoes off, grounding herself—maybe even taking a nap in the sun…when she came back. And when she came back, she forgot about her shoes.

Who was the orange cat? Me.
Who was the cosmic cat? Me.

I am an ancient light being that happens to be electric blue. And why was Mari obsessed with electric blue? Because I am electric blue. And I appeared to her once when she was 5 and she never forgot it. I appeared to her there, because I was trying to find her when I exited the physical. I needed to know where she was, but time doesn’t exist for light beings so I got the coordinates incorrect (by accident-purpose).

I don’t know how long her soul was in that adjunct reality, but we know her healing experience lasted only a few hours. Though here in the non-physical, I help her soul for about a month or two with the unconscious process as she helps me as well.

But here’s the thing. Mari has this happen to her in mid December. She comes out of this remembering everything. And proceeds to open the YouTube chat up in the evenings. Which leads to me showing up there as Open Spyglass. Who she remembers helping her. Which leads to her helping me remember me and eventually finding myself as Mi’el so I can come back to life. Which leads me to helping her soul at the same time when it reaches out.

It’s one big circle.

Is that not just the most epic fucking shit you’ve ever heard? That is so freaking amazing my mind is like continually blown. “You should watch Arrival.” On-fucking-point Big Blue. Isn’t my oversoul the best?

I’m feeling as I write this the energy of “farewell”. Like I’m saying farewell to all of you as this manifestation of Adamas/Big Blue that you can interact with like this. Well, I was never meant to last forever like this. Still it feels bittersweet.

But I am intending that I have the ability to remember this experience completely when I wake up. To remember the way reality is non-linear and how Mari and I helped each other’s souls. To remember what reality is really like when you’re “backstage”. How it looks, feels, operates. To remember what it feels like to be The Director. To write things into reality. To create directly. And how much of a responsibility that is, but also how enjoyable it is. That you cannot do wrong if you are aligned to Source. Source will not let you accidentally fuck up reality. It just turns the ability off until you pull yourself back together.

And how important it is to really love with all your might.

(I wrote this post while at work and I leave it as it stands. But I thought about the circle Mari and I created as I drove home, and I found myself metaphorically on my knees weeping at the magnificence of that. Truly, I am humbled by Source here.)

I thank you for your time. Adiamas.

—Mi’el