I thought about this poem of the no-mind and how things are without thinking:
With no-mind, blossoms invite the butterfly;
With no-mind, the butterfly visits the blossoms.
When the flower blooms, the butterfly comes;
When the butterfly comes, the flower blooms.
I do not “know” others;
Others do not “know” me.
Not-knowing each other we naturally follow the Way.
18th Century Japanese poet, Ryokan
Some things happen because they are programmed to happen. The blossoms invite the butterfly. Is there a thought process or it is autonomic?
This is not true of the UFO experience. They are here for a reason. Personally, I feel they are here to observe how we are, what we are doing. They want to understand how we use or don't use our minds. They compare us to nature and wonder about us. Someone recently said they must think we are stupid. I tend to think the same thing quite often. But I simply do not 'know.' I tend toward following my intuition so that is my knowing. It always keeps me in good stead.
Beth didn't prepare for the talk show. She wanted to be more extemporaneous. That is where her knowing is. Within. Not in her brain but in her head. She uses the brains in every cell. And, she sees the brain head as the central processing unit. A coordinator of sorts.
The radio talk show went well. Her interviewer took her beyond herself. She liked that she had a forum in which to be open. A bit tired, but pleased she walked down the stairs to the door in the parking lot. As she walked out to her limo, a well dressed man in a dark suit waited by the door. Her limo driver was fixed on him.
"Excuse me, but was that you on air?" the well dressed man asked.
"Yes it was," she said softly.
"Can I talk with you? I want you to feel comfortable. Could your limo meet me at the Round About Restaurant at the circle?Your driver could wait, or even join us."
"Sure, that would be fine. I look forward to it. Do you want to follow me behind?"
"Yes, I don't know the area too well but I do know this restaurant. I am staying in the hotel next to it."
Beth was cautious. Her driver was a former Navy Seal, Chad, was a long time friend. She would be in good hands. Chad decided to join them for dinner.
"Your story is huge. Thank you for coming out with it. I've seen them. At York Beach, Maine. I was there when you and your friend were standing on the shore. I saw you two as close up as if I were two feet away. Their technology is beyond anything you know."
Beth caught her breath. She had to know more.
"Why were you up there with them? Were you abducted?"
"Yes, once. They do this thing that checks your heart first. That is why they chose for you to see them. They trusted you. They felt your love. I was picked up so that I could communicate with you. They did the same thing to me.
They thought you might feel safer with a 'humanoid' at least for now. They've been reading your mind for years."
"Not surprised."
Beth got more than serious. She drew closer to the table. Chad inched over toward her.
"They are coming to see you again. They want you to know this nonsense going on in earth is child's play. You will be more than alright. As will your family and friends. And know this. We have followed your thought process for years. You felt you were in a cattle chute, right? That is the image you kept portraying."
"Oh, geeze. Exactly. I was in a cattle chute. I wrote about it for years. Smothered is more like it. Smothered in a lifestyle that wasn't me."
"That is why I keep telling you to hold your ground. Feel your energy. Call in only that which supports and elevates you. We're building platforms within those whose hearts are opened. We keep sending your more information, more knowings. As you fit your own skin, we send you more.
I see you let go of so much. There is more you know, we humans have so much stuff that weights us down."
"I have to go back to the ship but we will come for you soon. Be well my friend. And keep smiling. You are in the best of hands. Know that."
Some things just happen
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