Whispers of Mystery: The Laser Beam

There are objectives within the Cosmos
that can only be accomplished in the darkness
~ whisper, October 3, 2024, 9:11 am

My own petty thoughts were once again interrupted. I had the day off, had just pulled out my kindle, cozied in my recliner, and was about to read. What did this mean? Was it really from my whispers of mystery, those gentle, profound, and often witty voices from a mysterious and beautiful realm beyond me?

The whisper was brief and ambiguous. Having just settled into my recliner, I wished to cozy up, read, and drink my coffee. I turned on my kindle, noticed the charge was low, retrieved my charger, plugged it in, and grumbled that the cord was too short to reach my recliner. I’d have to move to a chair close to the charger. Meanwhile, my mind kept repeating the whisper: There are objectives within the Cosmos that can only be accomplished in the darkness. I glanced at the clock. 9:11. Did my whispers wish to confirm they really had sent the message? I shuddered. Was it foreboding?

As I picked up the tray with my coffee to move it to the chair, another whisper encouraged me to set it aside and return to the recliner. We have a message for you.

This message was neither foreboding nor witty, yet stunning in its reply to some of my life-long questions. Using the metaphor of a laser beam, my whispers shared a special role we humans play in the Universe and why it carries trauma, as our role and our problems are intricately intertwined through our laser beam consciousness.

The Enigma

Since the message was, in part, a reply to life-long questions of mine, I should first share this cluster of questions, which I call the Enigma: the human condition of widespread, significant, and unnecessary suffering and God’s role in in it. Despite our abundant planet fully capable of nourishing everyone on Earth, widespread poverty and suffering, often at the cruelty of other humans, has gripped humanity throughout its history. Why? And why does “God” allow it?

As a toddler and preschooler, I lived across the street from a slum in São Paulo, Brazil. A few years later, as I was just entering kindergarten, my family moved into a large three-story house in a wealthy neighborhood in San Jose, CA. You can read about this childhood of paradox here and its influence into my battle with the Enigma.

Then, in school, I also learned history: slavery, war, and unthinkable atrocities like the Holocaust and others, then recent, in our own country that led to the Civil Rights Movement.

In high school, I joined what I now call Churchianity because I was drawn to the sage I now call Yeshua. His compassion, wisdom, teachings, miracles for the poor and humiliations to the powerful resonated with me. Mine was a true conversion. With delight, I welcomed this savior-sage into my heart and shifted from near-suicidal to vitality. Many of my prayers were honored with miracles and added blessings I hadn't even requested.

Wishing to learn as much as I could, I soaked in this savior-sage's teachings. The church also taught about the divinity translated into English as “God,” who, I was told, created us humans “in sin” and inspired the Bible, which I was told was literally true. I was also encouraged to read the Bible, which I made the mistake to do. I read of God commanding genocide, of flooding the entire world except for one family and some animals, of condemning the first humans for appropriately wanting moral understanding, and of sending plagues and death to the Egyptian people because their king was stubborn, even though the same story told of God himself, multiple times, saying he would harden the king’s heart. Wasn’t the king’s cruelty, then, on God?

This God also showed mercy, particularly to me and to my friends who prayed to him. But in the Bible, I noticed mercy often shown to his favorites, but not always to their neighbors. When his favorites got into fights with their neighbors, this God rarely taught them to get along with each other. Sometimes, he even joined the fight and commanded his favorites to kill their neighbors.

Moreover, if this God created humans “in sin,” wasn’t the human cruelty and injustice I saw and learned about in history also on God? Doesn’t the buck stop with him? Churchianity claimed a “solution”: the torture, death, and resurrection of the one perfect person God created. This was the very sage who had drawn me into Churchianity. His torturous death was God’s solution?

I was only a peon human, but I often told God I could come up with better solutions. Why not create humans with warm hearts? And minds that can see their way out of suffering? And compassion to minimize the suffering of others?

For many years, I tried to reconcile this God, but I could not. Through a journey especially of my own intimacy with the divine, I became thankfully certain Churchianity’s God is not the true divine. Today, I perceive the divine as a harmonious Spirit which we can access through our eternal self and our angels, whose character is more like Yeshua’s Father. I scratch my head that neither I could trust my own insight nor Churchianity admit that Yeshua’s Father is not at all the same divinity as the literal figure translated into English in the Bible as "God."

Although I no longer blame Churchianity’s God, the Enigma of widespread, unnecessary suffering persistently nags at me. The Laser Beam message surprised me with some answers.

The Metaphors of Life

The Laser Beam was the first of a series of messages in the fall of 2024 I call the Metaphors of Life. Like a bridge from the type of messages I had previously received, it began familiar, with verbal “whispers of mystery.” Then it added something new: a visual. The following four messages, already posted here, were mostly visual, presented like videos. Although the laser beam was the first, I saved it for last because it is the most involved and calls for more than a single post.

The other four Metaphors of Life messages described what my angels whispered to be the mysterious “eternal self” within us, connected to what they call the “human self.” These four placed their emphasis upon a description of the eternal self, while the Laser Beam emphasized the human self. This is the self we know, the one we identify with, the one we call “myself.” It is our physical self, attuned to the material realm and generally unaware of our eternal self.

The Laser Beam

I returned to my recliner and my angels repeated their attention-getting whisper and continued,

There are objectives within the Cosmos
that can only be accomplished in the darkness.
In the heavenly places of perfection, there is much that is unknown:
courage, perseverance, love in spite of pain, forgiveness, gratitude,
and the seeking and finding of beauty within a sea of ugliness.
Endurance through despair: perfection knows not that.

This whisper somewhat mirrored the clichés I had heard in Churchianity that an omniscient deity cannot know joy without sorrow, but it added beauty without ugliness, love in spite of pain, and qualities impossible for an omnipotent power like courage and perseverance. Still, as the clichés had never worked for me, I was left unsatisfied. My whispers continued,

Only in physical places can single-minded focus be achieved.
In all other places, omniscience and connectedness exclude any capacity
to focus intently into a single direction and within a single, isolated being.

I paused and was given a flash of another metaphor: a microscope. I perceived we humans are designed with a purpose to look into minute details. After some silence, they continued:

Those who enter the darkest of dark places are intimately involved in those objectives.
This is true of all involved: the victims, the perpetrators, and the eye-witnesses.
In the heavenly realms, they all work together on these objectives,
and they physically live them out together on Earth.

Working together on objectives of darkness? The victims and the perpetrators work together? With eye-witnesses too? Then physically live out the darkness? Baffling. Why?

Neither my family’s western scientific way of thinking nor Churchianity had ever suggested that any of us, in spirit form, choose the life we enter. By this time, however, I had read stories of people who had had near-death experiences and of those who had been hypnotized into their between life state in the spirit world. These reports consistently reveal that we humans pre-plan the likelihood of some of the most important events in the lives we are about to live. I hoped this to be true, but doubted it. In my mind, no one could have chosen such horrors as the Holocaust.

The whispers continued . . .

We each have our own roles.
Some who head to the deepest, darkest places are among the brightest of the Universe,
and yet they head to the darkest places,
where they learn courage, endurance, strength, perseverance, hope,
and the ability to see light even in the darkest of dark.

I thought of and shuddered over those imprisoned in hard labor camps. "Among the brightest of the Universe"? "Head to the darkest places"? Likely not all, I thought, but some, such as Elie Wiesel, Anne Frank, and Viktor Frankl. How could they, in spirit form, sign up for the potential of suffering so unthinkable? I considered removing this part of the message, in case it could discourage any who have not cried out over the Enigma to do what I advocate: to stop the cruelty and show compassion. Trusting my readers to assist victims, I kept it in.

Although these victims confound me, another group stymies me even more: the perpetrators. What drives them? What do they learn?

Single-minded focus.

My angels began their reply and presented a vision of a person standing on a laser beam of bright white light. The background was dark as if the person was floating in the night sky standing with one foot in front of another on this bright beam. His eyes were looking ahead intently along the path of his laser beam. He could see only to its narrow width, about as wide as a balance beam.

Then a great many laser beams of various widths, some wide, some narrow, some in-between, all popped up before me, each with a single person standing on the beam. Most could easily stand with both feet beside one another. Many appeared to be surfing along the beam, some unstable. Only a few were looking intently ahead, while most were drearily looking downward letting their beam take them wherever it wished. Many appeared not to be following their beam, but instead floating away into a cloudy mist.

Six months later, on Easter Sunday, I was surprised with another message about these many floating into the cloudy mist. On this October day, however, they directed my attention to one on the narrowest beam, so narrow it was like a tight rope. I saw him to be Hitler. My angels whispered,

Powerful perpetrators are like laser beams, destined toward a single, passionate focus,
unable to see anything beyond or around their single-minded laser focus.
They neither see, nor hear, nor think, nor feel anything apart from this single beam.
But on this beam, they think and feel intensely.
This beam is their compass, their life, their path, and their moral code.
They comprehend nothing that is off the beam.

Their “moral code”? I shook my head. My angels could not be serious.

They continued,

Not all laser beams become perpetrators of violent crimes.
Many become great artists or specialized scientists
or obsessed with some particular thing or other.
But some, as you have observed, can also perpetrate very violent acts.

. If single-minded focus is so necessary to learn – Really? Why? – and if it can be learned by those who become great artists, then why are perpetrators of great violence needed?

After a period of silence, my whispers resumed:

Without the perpetrators, courage lacks its full training.
Without the perpetrators, so do strength, endurance, perseverance, and forgiveness.
Without the perpetrators,
the ability to see light in even the darkest of places is left wanting.

More silence. Then –

The violence caused by the perpetrators comes as an effect of the laser beam.
When the single-minded person is distracted from the laser beam,
the single-minded person gets agitated, angry, and then becomes violent.
It is not that the person is made violent;
it is that the person is made single-minded,
and violence is the outcome.

Violence is the outcome of the person’s obsession? This was a new idea. For so long, I had been brainwashed into the notion that we humans had been created “in sin.” From this, I had unconsciously inferred that violent people were made violent.

Here, my angels challenged that notion. If they stood on especially narrow laser beams, they were made highly single-minded and violence was an outcome. Hitler's obsession was Germany. Did these not intend violence, but were obsessed with something else, even something good, and the result of their obsession was violence?

Already, I had much to contemplate. I wondered about other perpetrators who were not minutely focused on especially narrow beams, but these were to be described six months later. Some violence, at least, might be an unintended effect. My angels had still additional surprises. Their whispers continued, beginning with this one:

All things call for a single-minded focus,
a laser beam and a microscope,
and then all things are celebrated.

“Then all things are celebrated.” This, too, was a fresh idea. My angels had more to say. To be continued . . .

Other Metaphors of Life

The Smorgasbord

Artificial Sweetener

The Deep-end Diver and the Backstroke Swimmers

The Bumblebee and the Hawk