All Is Well in All of Creation

When I find myself caught up in a story (a soap opera drama-trauma), worrying and stewing with mind chatter racing through, causing my shoulders and jaws to tighten and clench, my stomach to roil--"What's wrong? What's wrong? Something's wrong here."--I remind myself:

Take a breath, walk like a master, and remember--
"All is well in all of Creation."

And I keep walking and breathing and remembering that until I'm radiating peace and calm in place of the fretting and anxiety.

In a shoud in 2004, Beloved Ascended (Self-) Master Kuthumi said that the one thing he'd asked himself after he'd ascended was, "If you knew everything was going to turn out all right in the end--that that was the potential you'd chosen to experience--would you have done things differently, would you have worried less?"

My Beloved Self-Master, Adamus Saint-Germain, ends every shoud with the reminder, "All is well in all of Creation."

There is a reason for that:

Every time we look and feel inside and outside ourselves, we've been ingrained to look for things that are wrong in our world--injustices, disease, death, suffering, to name a few.

Looking for the things that are "wrong"--that there is "a need" to fix or fulfill--is a symptom and perpetuator of the SEXUAL ENERGY VIRUS in consciousness. (For more on this topic click here).

The quickest way to bring it to a halt is to breathe deep down into your belly (it eases the energies and lowers the panic)--and say over and over, "All is well in all of Creation."

When you do that--you lower your blood pressure and heart rate (the Fight or Flight Response), you radiate that out to the Universe in place of the tension and worry, and it matches it in kind--All simply becomes well in all of Creation.

You've centered and allowed yourself to re-balance.

So whenever I feel a physical pain, I take a breath and remind myself that all is well. It all passes eventually--some symptoms faster than others. But I don't suffer acute pain for very long anymore. For me, a diagnosis only makes it into a story and a fight, so I don't even go there anymore. I just realize, as Kuthumi did--everything is turning out okay (I've chosen that potential) so I'm no longer going to fret over it. I'm going to enjoy my life, even if that means taking a nap to ease the pain of the symptoms for myself in the moment at hand. Nothing is really wrong at all. (Click here for some physical symptoms of my awakening.)

I remind myself that a caterpillar who dissolves into mush (inside a comfy cocoon) on its way to transforming into the grand butterfly is probably going to experience some pain in the process.

When I was chosen for jury duty and had no desire to play in that game any longer (sitting as a judge of others didn't resonate with me), I let go of fighting or defending my stance on it; and instead chose to breathe and let the whole story go (allowed the Universe to match my ease). And though I'd been chosen for jury selection in two trials, they were miraculously settled out of court and I never had to go in.

And when I find myself in the midst of relationship squabbles, I breathe, step back to get a broader perspective--and realize that those squabbling are actually enjoying the experience--that there is nothing I need to mediate or fix for others.

In essence, I've immersed myself in enough experiences and stories and fears to realize that it all really does work out in the end. I'm done searching for, and pointing out all the "wrong" things in my world.

The cherry tree outside my window seemingly exploding with blackened scabs that I was taught was a blight that needed pruning the right way, I choose to now view it as the opportunity to see a new world unfurling before my eyes--effortlessly, with ease and grace that I've ALLOWED. The blight doesn't have to mean death or the end of the story (remember Jesus with his beloved friend, Lazarus, who died from an illness and came back to life). I let go of the story--I give all of my creations/stories their FREEDOM of BEING. I breathe with ease and let them gracefully transmute and change into the unique butterflies they are--matching my grace-filled radiance, beam for beam.

All is truly well in all of Creation...And so it is.


P.S. I just gave my beloved cherry tree a proper name--Lazarus! He's been hanging out with the two spruce trees, Arthur and Merlin, for years now. I've discovered that naming, with affection and love, whatever surrounds me--no matter how he or she looks on the outside--changes everything. They are no longer just trees, rocks, birds or animals--they're my beloved friends and earthly companions.