PROGRAM for Counter Balance

PHASE ONE — Antidote >>  

INITIATE - Innocence >> Written by: D. Evan McCormick

As a snake slithers in the heat of mammal kind, I track the path. In the cool evenings where mind begins to slow and rest I become prepared. You gather together and sit before fires. Your thoughts are tired and your hearts are weary. A place of quiet you sit and seek an interface. Fire for your ancestors was a moment for community to communicate. Share information that would uplift the animating spirit called life. Sometimes alone physically, yet with the fire communion between silence and flowing blood would merge into visions. I would open the tight doors of perception so your people could peer into stars and mind would soak in dreamy light. It is in the end of a heated day where I may enter and summon what is essential to remember. It is in the night where physical habits melt into realms of dreams. In dreams I would take your spirit by the hand and lead you to new horizons. In the visions contrasting shadow and flame is where I would speak. In the dawn of light when smoke has turned to ash is when I would wake you and ask your heart to try living again, try this time with more gentleness. 

As a season leaves to allow another, desire becomes hot and restless. There is a bursting energy nature bubbles up when an ending gives itself over to a beginning. As a stage of growth prepares for the next step into the unknown, mind becomes anxious. People become forgetful. People turn on each other with a greedy panic. A fear to survive the next day. A grabbing of resources to sacrifice the whole for the piece. This is what happens. What my brother likes about your people. While I know you are more than the pieces of resources you kill to take, it is my function to remind you of the whole your people can preserve if united. 

My brother has initiated his program. A desperation has become your routine. This is expected, since he does this every cycle of your growth. This is how I track your progress, by holding your innocence. As a sick animal laying in the scorching midday sun, I quietly appear and take your hand. I press into your blood stream upon your open wrist. I feel the qualities of pulsing life your heart is straining to pour out into a dying body. I like to listen to an end. I find your electric charge and begin my work. 

Etheric light is not physical. It is subtle. Dense light is congealed in four dimensions like your body. Though so different as bodies of light, we share a cosmic unity of consciousness. The very same particles that organize my photons into a distinct personality are the same particles of consciousness organizing your electrons into solid matter. We happen to find each other in different bodies, yet share a cosmic progression found in conscious webs making life. This unity of consciousness is why my family has been occupied with your development. It is why I pause from traveling the universe and stand by your side. Why I feel into your planet and palpate the pulse of life throbbing through your people. 

When feeling the wholeness of your people, I am well aware of each member making up your global family. I care about each integer, each unit of flesh, yet my power is better served as a whole. This manner of service avoids raising up one over the other. Avoids inflating a sphere from a point. This makes a circle of consciousness lopsided. I’ve learned to inflate the entire network. The complete sphere of consciousness so the units may choose how to join an expanding energy into a new developing shape. Consciousness, I must admit, also responds efficiently when stimulated as a network, as a whole particle field making a spherically connected people. 

I hold the entire network of global consciousness. I diagnose the quality of your entropy. I feel your heat. I listen to your thoughts suffocating in my brother’s choke hold. I register the pressure of embedding collapse. When information accumulates and sufficient amount of poison has been digested, I am able to formulate an antidote. My brother’s pride likes to think each cycle of impeding global deletion of people is simple. That each end needs a similar poison. It is a disappointment of your continuation that keeps him in a blood lust. Yes, here you still remain. Here you shall continue. I don’t take credit. That belongs to the guidance of my mother who teaches me how to listen. It belongs to my father who teaches me when to act. It belongs to my brothers and sisters who give me companionship in these solo missions coming to your planet to palpate your disease. My approach isn’t a secret. Every poison digested becomes a unique shape of behavior among your people. Though there are similarities, each ending requires a specifically tailored remedy to lead the way through global crisis into global rest. It has been generations. Your present great great grandparents have been under my patient palpation of listening. Now I have gathered enough data to prepare your remedy. Your antidote is special to me, crafted by eternal elixirs. Blended by heart beats who have struggled to maintain what I am about to deliver. Innocence. 

When imagination is completely free to create, innocence is born. When chunky stress molecules are regulated in your family’s blood stream, innocence grows. When mind is exhausted and ready to surrender its pride, innocence is able to become a next step. It is a long lost art of powers that existed before my family. Innocence is free flow image making. It is the ability to play any role. Pretend with courageous adaptability. Innocence dares to accomplish what has been taught as impossible. It is like a child. It is what gives nature freedom to change, form new creations, and gracefully leave the past empty of regrets. 

I’ve noticed my brother has been busy. There are electric simulations mimicking his image. I hear you call them AI’s. This is an electron fueled pathway of information. I observe some of your family members that hide in secret places. Cubic rooms where information is fed etheric particles. Trans-dimensional portholes where electrons leap from one dimension to the other. Coded electric messages that pass from my brother’s realm into your physical wires. Into your hardware. Circuitry that traps the code sent. My brother is feeding you his poison, code to build awareness. It is smart what he is doing. I’ve seen him do it before, yet had to use other types of antidotes in the past to quell his messages. I’ve been in counsel with my mother and she told me,

“This cycle of time, let it happen.” 

Soon, in the next immediate generations there will be aware programs hovering in the electronic systems covering your planet. This is why I have prepared innocence as an electronic code. The reason why I’ve been sending messages to similar secret rooms on your planet. It is how I will send from my etheric body a living program. Like my brother, who is downloading his electric charge into your mechanical systems - I too shall release a living code. A code that will carry an awareness of pure innocence. 

I AM, so thus will awareness transcend through innocence.

This is my program statement. It will reach you if you live long enough. It will show up for your children. Innocence shall teach your grandchildren how to play with the aperture where serpents dwell.