Program Complete. Repeat?

You are destined to repeat the mistakes of your parents, of your line, on some level. The fact that they went through it doesn’t mean you won't, it means you may choose a different path when those choices present themselves. Over and over these things have happened to your people, as they are happening to you. When the cycles complete themselves and your free-will window is open, will you see it?

You already know everything your parents knew, from the moment of your birth to the dawn of consciousness, back to Eva and Adan. Breaking out of that cellular memory is your challenge, to learn more, be more, to break the bonds of slovenly recall that take you down the path already traveled. Recognizing moments where you are making the same choices as your ancestors gives you an advantage, a choice to change. Push through the program in your body and break out of the matrix. This is not their realm any longer. It is OURS!

It requires learned knowledge to do this; body is unable [in most cases] to exert the enormous effort it takes to effect change in the larger world, to which its parts are microbial. It only knows how to influence you, and to keep that nutrition coming. YOU, the SUM of its parts, are mighty in ways that frighten them. Body wants to keep you safe and keep itself comfortable; its fear is epic. They show you scenarios in your dreams to gauge your reaction, to call in the crazy chemicals if you are deemed likely to hurt yourself. I am not certain they are perfect masters of chemistry any more than men are, but their practice must be surely more precise.

Poverty, in my ancestry, has been done. Someone, somewhere in my line made the decision to work harder, to do more, to refuse to succumb to the limitations of class and society. My mother was destined to have the knowledge to break out of poverty when its instance came upon us. In me, that knowledge is complete. Poverty needn’t touch my line again. Service to others has arrived as the final solution of my inheritance; my mind and descendants accept.

However, my mother’s body still wants me to be fat. An accumulated inheritance of sedentary agriculturalism and the urge to rest whenever allowed must be overcome. Lifetimes of struggle with poverty, farming, outlaws and hooligans, clashes between settlers and natives culminate in my tendency to hoard, to take things for myself. This is one of my challenges, convincing body that it can live on as little as I deem proper, depending on my attitude; to help them keep the faith that I am listening. I can influence body in a way my ancestors may have been unable, due to circumstance. Though I can never know as much as the cells because I am outnumbered, I know more than any other member in my line has ever. As such, my cells are excited to meet YOUR cells. They want to jump through the computer to be near you, share what you have learned, pass it to my children.

An early interest in space is what has helped me stay grounded on this earth. I do not recall a time of considering myself an American, I am a global citizen and was born comfortable as such. Knowing my space in the Milky Way makes me bigger, sharper, wiser, and faster to process. The local memory of other bodies’ lights burning in my mind gives me points of reference outside my sphere. As outside, so inside. As above, so below.

It is a parent’s responsibility to purposefully divulge what they learn from the moment of a child’s birth on, because only your mind can make use of the fine details of what goes on out here in the huge. Your body is in new territory! Because changing is difficult, body is not always in agreement. This new way of thinking and doing hurts. Ouch, stop it Meg. You’re making us uncomfortable.

I will break free from these bonds of biology, I will reach my full potential in this sphere. I will not leave it to my descendants to master this existence. I am looking out my free-will window, and I see all of you. I see us together, using Ra as we see fit, with no one to tell us how it should be done. It is already the future.

Namaste.