The Harvest

David Wilcock is back on track, folks. He’s re-focused on the omnipresent Harvest of souls.

Which means, for me, that the world is right again, and we’re on schedule for our Ascension.

They say one picture is worth a thousand words, so I’m letting this image speak for me. I read yesterday, somewhere, that there is a difference between Densities and Dimensions. Now, I’m going to have to find that quote…

We all live in the 3rd dimension, but our experience of life is actually determined by what our state of consciousness is. The higher it is, the closer we get to our original being. But we never ‘arrive’. Like scaling a mountain top, when we get to the summit, we see in the distance more peaks to climb.

It’s the Journey, Not the Destination

The illustration above seems a bit simplistic, at least to me. So I found this next image:

There, I feel much better.

But now back to the main question: am I a wheat or a tare?

If we return to the alien cross-breeding, which has been going on since the Garden of Eden, most of us don’t know which side we’re on, mainly because we aren’t aware of what the differences are. Everybody appears to be human, although some act like ogres, and that is the clue, folks:

¹⁵ “Beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are ravenous wolves. ¹⁶ You will know them by their fruits. Do men gather grapes from thornbushes or figs from thistles? ¹⁷ Even so, every good tree bears good fruit, but a bad tree bears bad fruit. ¹⁸ A good tree cannot bear bad fruit, nor can a bad tree bear good fruit. ¹⁹ Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire. ²⁰ Therefore by their fruits you will know them.

Matthew 7:15-20 NKJV

The Last Judgement

Most people who hear the term, Last Judgement, feel afraid that they’ll not ‘make the cut’. Even ministers and preacher’s kids have niggling doubts before they pass into the next chapter of their story. It’s human to have doubts: we know how we really are, inside, don’t we?

But who is doing the judging?

We are.

There is no one else sitting in judgement of us, no matter what our Good Books say. We have always been our own harshest critics, so why would that end when we die? Would you let yourself pass to a higher density, or would you make yourself come back to do it all over again? When the Earth moves into a higher density, our fates will be sealed anyway.

I rest my case, m’lord.

*a tare = terra…