Hi there

I dont know how many of you understand the theory of the collective conciosness but this is interesting and wether you believe it or not i cant see it would do any harm

so if your up for it it will take 1 hour of your life and if it works we will all be better off and if it doesnt we have lost nothing by trying. read this ladies story and believe me she isnt the first ive come across with a familiar story there have been a few which is why im inclined to believe ...

www.firethegrid.com

if you have trouble getting in which i ave had tonight then try typing fire the grid earth worked for me

the excersise is to take place in around 5 and half hours so if ya wanna join read now !!!!!

I missed the 11.11 am time Greenwich Mean Time.....but I'm going to tune in at 11.11pm for a while.........

So if we all think really, really hard. We can get rid of all the terrorists? Sounds perfect, now if only we had some brooms to fly around with and a magical train that takes us to Hogwarts so we can meet Harry Potter.

hi there
yep that would be good enough. to be honest people could do with taking time out just to think and become more aware everyday . so any free time you give to these thoughts is wel spent

blessings to you
spiritual_soul79

yeah whatever you do that i hope you find him there

i didnt ask for your opinions on wether you thought it was rubbish or not i merely asked for people who are of the understanding of the collective concious to partake if they so wished. As you did not so wish i see no reason why you bothered responding . unless you were looking for some attention that is ??

blessings
spiritual_soul79

Nice....

What I do is visualize earth as a small globe... small enough to hold in your hand.. or buy a small globe of the earth..... and heal it... send it love... simply using intent... or Reiki style energies....

You can also visualize sending angels... to earth's trouble spots.... and then watch the news for all the stories about miracles...synchronicities... mysterious coincidences that saved people's lives... or averted possible dangers...

you can send energy whenever you think about it.... or are inspired to..... and 'intend' it to places... or send it to time frames... eg... the above 11;11

there are world meditations that accur morning and nights... at 7:00... 8:00... and 9:00 that I've heard of in the past... so if you miss the above times... join in with the others!!!!

http://www.earthenergyhealing.org/EEHevents.htm

http://1-healing.com/modules.php?name=News...ticle&sid=7

http://huna.blogspot.com/2006/09/huna-worl...ng-network.html

I'm looking for some attention. Can we all just focus on ME for an hour

I have a personal knowledge of the collective consciousness. I have spoken to a variety of insects, animals, whales, plants, trees (they are way harder to understand as they do not "think" like mammals) water and air. I have also had a vision in which I was communicating with a variety of people, we were all on hills or mountains to use earth energy to transport thought energy further. It was a gathering of the leaders of all the tribes of earth children. We were to bring about global awareness that heaven is on earth, and thus walk one with the universe. Thereby the earth would be eventually transformed into a more harmonic balance over the course of time.

So, yes, I know of the consciousness that we all share.

Ah AH spanky good work on bringing this out was this too prove some kind of point ??

you should say it instead of being oH so secretive . LOL


Little bear .great experence for you . Can you elaborate on your communication with whales . insects etc

I am genuinely interested even though my views have changed on this topic since then i still find it fascinating if the collective mind can have more power than the individual mind . especially since looking at the phillips experiment regarding ghosts . there collective thought brought about something .even though it was coming from themselves this interests me greatly . this i think would to be hard for an individual . i mean weve all put thought into our loved ones wo have passed but it hasnt brougt about the same results ?

Ps im also ashmed to say i posted this topic in july and didnt do it myself eek me bad
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Don't make fun of things you don't know about.................................

collective consciousness is what those 'going out tonight' starlings are doing - who can argue with that?

"We are all one . "

Richard Bach

A Conflict of Emotions, a Divergence of Truth

I followed a narrow, barely visible path up a mountain I have never seen the top of. This trail went only halfway up the mountain and across, before it winded back down through huge centuries old rock that tall cedars attempted to claim, their roots spreading across. It was not my intention to travel far this day, as I had only a single mission in mind. I had to get something out of my thoughts, an impression that nagged me since it had formulated in my head days before.

As I climbed up this beautiful path, a path that could have only been created by wildlife, I kept my eyes open looking for something I had never seen before. I tried to keep my head clear and the further I went the better I felt, until at last I came across a small blueberry bush amidst a variety of others. This one bush, insignificant by human standards, I sensed was the one thing I was looking for. I sat down right on trail, the only comfortable place available and I placed my hand on its branches softly. I attempted to forget everything society had taught me, and I opened my spirit to this entity. With my eyes closed against the world I call home, I spoke words crazy by any other standards; I spoke them in my thoughts, and fixed them toward the bush. ”You called?” I asked “I heard you, I felt you”

I sat there in the heat of the day, sweating, breathing slightly heavy with the exertion of the hike. I sat there silently, settling into stillness as my breath came under a slow conscious rhythm. I waited for a response. There was a slight movement of air that brought me to the awareness of all the sensations of the moment, the suns radiant warmth on my face. I could see it through the skin of my eyelids, it made my lids red and it was almost like I could see into them, my vessels, the energy in the cells danced like static on a television screen. The hardness of the earth kept me grounded, I felt small rocks pushing into me, and the softness of the mosses I was squishing. I could feel the sharpness of the bush under my hand, scratchy.

I sat still, with an empty mind, waiting for a thought to form...something. In due course thoughts did formulate, but not the ones I was there to hear. First hesitation, then the derogatory thing called doubt. “What kind of madness is this? What am I doing here, following this damned dream world? When am I going to grow up and face the rigid laws of reality?” I tried to break these thoughts, shatter them into oblivion. I have been through more absurdity than this, why do I doubt the existence of a force greater than knowledge, trying to communicate. But as time passed on, my body was getting uncomfortable, and my hand was starting to shake. “A silly childish dream. A product of my own imagination I have developed due to the fact I want the world to be the way I want it to be. But on the contrary, what does it hurt to entertain myself with what my imagination provides me? It gives me hope that there will be a better day, a better existence, these things that I see. What complete ****ing nonsense, go home and live with the fact you are who you are and forever will be and people will never change, and you can never change people. There is no such thing as the supernatural. What you see is what you get. You cannot save the world” Considering those mad thoughts battling haphazardly in my mind, I proverbially fell on my knees in defeat and readied myself to give up on chasing spirits. I prepared myself to break the silent connection between the bush and I. I was a loon calling out for aid on an isolated lake and the only response I received was the forlorn echo of my own cry.

“What the **** anyways, sh**”. I spiralled into a mood of despair rapidly. In fact, I could no longer see the red behind my eyelids; it had even turned to black, a spiralling black. There was a sudden movement, a vibration and my heart resonated faith. In the dark vastness of eternity materialized a giant three dimensional spider, slowly revolving around in nothingness. I could see every detail, every hair was visible, every hair significant, the shine on its exoskeleton. It appeared to be all knees, with the fact its eight legs all had six joints each; giving me the impression of strength and speed and the ability to move with far greater grace than I could ever hope to have. It was a walking fortress covered in protective armour. In its eyes held not horror but wisdom of a thousand years, a creature of beauty and majesty, thought and intelligence. I was awed into complete silence as I marvelled at the gift I have received. There was a message here, another piece of the puzzle I have been given to solve.

The grandiosity of the moment lifted as I became conscious of all the questions that were forming. Like what message was this bush trying to communicate? How on earth could it have spoken to me days ago, have in my thoughts, through great distance to bring me here? How has it put this very real almost tangible image in my head? And for what purpose? Why a spider? The instant I relayed these questions to the bush, the spider was gone. “Hey, don’t leave me guessing, please!” I begged, suddenly feeling lost. Too many things have left me guessing, without answers, anomalies that I have never spoken of, spiritual times like this moment that get pushed aside as invention by men of God. There was nothing else given, and I suddenly felt aborted from the spiritual plane I was growing accustomed to entering. So I regained my composure, and thanked that berry bush with my heart. It told me nothing of itself, yet it showed me everything. I opened my eyes, and was primed to get up when I noticed I had made a friend. There are no words to describe the sensations that overwhelmed me when I saw that there on my hand stood motionless, the spider.

Is it my inventive imagination, whimsy, or can it genuinely exist, this enticement, this enigma. I wonder about the reliability of my human reasoning as I look at this incalculable puzzle that has woven its way into my life, and I am inspired by the ingeniousness of it all. At that moment, I was confident in the conclusion that I had been called, and on this day I have answered. For in Native legend, the spider tells us to write of the stories that have woven its way into our lives, so that others may experience and know of the interconnectiveness of us all.


This is a small part of a large book depicting the communications I have had with animals, and the basic theme they expressed is not quite established in this short passage, but you would have to buy the book to find out more.

Wow little bear what an awesome account . You are an amazing writer .

I loved this it inspired me and i believe it could inspire many others thank you for sharing .

Blessings SS79 x x x