| January 1, 2003 PlanetLightworker Newsletter Dear Lightworkers, Merging Unity (or how I spent my holiday vacation) It is not a simple task to describe the subject of this writing. It begins, I guess, with a habit and a bit of a confession. The habit is that each night before drifting off to sleep, I give thanks for my life and the blessings presented to me every day. I also acknowledge that I am the architect of my life as well as the chief builder of my experience. I usually don’t ask for anything as there is nothing that I need at this point. I do however sometimes ask God to tell me what I need to know now that is in my highest and best interest. Here is the confession… not only do I speak to God, God answers in such a way that I can “hear” what is told to me. I know that many people would consider that to be a symptom of a neurosis if not psychosis. I accept that for not long ago, I would have had the same reaction. In my present view of the Universe, I am not loony tunes. I have simply evolved to the point where I am able to access this ability though it was available to me all along as it is to you as well. So where is all this going? The subject is Merging Unity or interestingly enough “MU.” On the evening of December 20, 2002 (Winter Solstice Eve), after I gave my usual patter thanking the Universe for who I am and what I have, God said in effect, “We need to talk.” Well, whenever I hear words like that, it reminds me of being sent to the Principal’s office when I was in school. What is this all about? God, chatty Kathy that She can be, told me that I was missing a major (the major?) point about manifestation, namely, that I (we) really do create our reality - every iota of it. Now given that most of us (me included) would often have life be different than it is, the implications of that message are a bit startling, and admittedly not easy to believe. What would you change if you thought you REALLY could? I explained that to God – we have a good “give and take” relationship. She gently clarified to this first grader in the school of life, that it was indeed true; we simply do not realize how to do it. Being sharp and quick, I asked, “How?” The response was the verbal equivalent of an enigmatic smile reminiscent of the Mona Lisa. After that I felt somewhat like I had been engaged in spiritual foreplay, and then abandoned (isn’t that a great word?) before the big event. Thinking the message was still another I had to work out for myself (does it ever end?), I procrastinated and quickly went to sleep. Here is the interesting part. I don’t remember much about my dreams. Sometimes I recall a bit or two of what happened and that usually evaporates on fully awakening. Very rarely, I retain a vivid memory of the dream even after two cups of coffee (French roast). This dream was one of those rare keepers. In my dream, I was with three other people, another man and two women. We stood at the corners of a square facing inward looking at one another. As we looked at one another, it seemed that our energies were woven together and we were of one mind. The “one-mindedness” was not about reading each other’s thoughts; it was as if we were concatenating our energies for a single purpose although I was unaware of the purpose. What riveted me was the “rightness” of our blending together and the seeming exponential power of the energy resulting from the blending. There’s more… As we four stood in our square, another square joined us, and another, and another until there were sixteen of us in all. The resulting melding and multiplication of energy was such that it seemed there was nothing that we could not accomplish. I basked in this energy until I awoke, early for me, and replayed this dream over and over in my memory. While I lay in bed marveling at what I had dreamt and realizing I did not know how to recreate it in my awake (more or less) state, God decided to have another chat with me. She told me that the dream was about Merging Unity. She has often left me in the past to figure out what comes next, but this time, She demonstrated some of that divine compassion and explained a bit more. It seems that that sixteen is the ideal number of people although four, eight, or twelve works well – just does not produce peak power output. Whatever the total number, half need to have dominant feminine energy and half dominant masculine energy. It doesn’t matter what sexes the participants are. Last, each person needs to have healed him or herself so that our individual energies are the same, and so, unconditional love and acceptance. It is this “unity” of energy that enabled our separate energies to blend and weave together. The concatenated energy of the participants exponentially expands way beyond the mere addition of the separate energies. The result is truly awesome. I did think to ask God, “Why?” She was gracious (as usual)
and showed me the yin yang symbol. Each half of the More to the point, it is pretty obvious that the two complement and complete one another, not cancel each other. In the square of four people described above, there are two sets of feminine and masculine energies complementing one another in the flow of love energy. Since one group is needed to create a fully balanced, flow of love energy, the introduction of a second group is an accelerator. The addition of one to three groups of four energy balanced people accelerates the effect even more and is maximized at a total of sixteen people. I don’t know why sixteen is optimal. I asked and got one of those Mona Lisa smiles, so for the time being, your guess is as good as mine. I have no idea what you will do with this. As for me, I am looking for another masculine energy and two feminine energies to give this a whirl. You now know as much as I about Merging Unity. Last, my original thought for this newsletter was to write some unoriginal stuff about 2003 - intentions, and other “beginning of the new year” traditional admonitions and other wisdom. This came as a surprise, and what fun it is. Please do have a fulfilling year in 2003, and I will leave it at that. In the Light, Ron McCray |