Conscious Creation: The Greatest Show In The Universe

By Sheryl Ellis, M.S.

 Have you ever done something your soul said was absolutely right, yet everyone around you said was wrong? It may have been a relationship, a job change or a geographical move. Every bone in your body said go for it; somehow, it just FELT right.

 A little over a year ago, that happened to me. I helped a person others said did not deserve help. He was a criminal doing time in prison. Everyone feared he would take advantage of me, ruin my life, taint my reputation and cause me to look like a fool. I could see their point: there was a great deal of risk involved. Nevertheless, something inside of me felt it was the "right" thing to do.

 I was afraid too. It reminded me of times I had lent money to people because my heart told me to, even though it was fairly certain I would never get it back. It was like the fear you face when you see someone hitchhiking on a cold, stormy night, and you take a chance and give him or her a lift. The point is that I had to face my fears. There was a part of me that was terrified, and yet I still felt it was a critical decision in my life. I asked myself, what do I stand for? Will I just talk the talk, or will I really walk the walk? What will I do?

 I reflected how we in retrospect applaud the family who took in Anne Frank and her family during the Holocaust. It was not a popular thing to do at the time, but history showed how it was truly the right thing to do. I'm sure many people were lynched trying to aid the Underground Railroad in getting black slaves to freedom. History is full of examples of people who stood their ground, said, "This is not right," and made sacrifices to help someone else. We celebrate them today, yet at the time, they were seen as traitors and crazy for putting themselves on the line.

 We're evolving. Our perspective is changing. When events come into our reality, we're looking at them with more loving hearts. Understanding and compassion are replacing judgment and condemnation. Yet, there are still souls on this Earth who see things very narrowly and demand punishment for anyone who steps outside the prescribed mold.

 A good example is the attitude many have toward prisoners. The mindset that they have nothing coming, deserve what they get, and should never be trusted or given a hand in getting on their feet still prevails in some circles. They are BAD and we shouldn't mix with them, and anyone who belongs to the HAVES and helps the HAVE NOTS is now suspect and has joined the enemy. The person who crosses that line is berated severely. Consider the feud between the Hatfield's and McCoys. Any sign of alliance or sympathy with the other side was met with hatred and ostracism. Lord help the person who happens to fall in love with the wrong person. Just ask Romeo and Juliet!

 This, as we know, is the basis for evil: ignorance. Ignorance is a form of blindness. It is a defect in perspective. All evil springs from this well.

 I told you all of this to preface some of the remarkable gifts that have come from my decision to help this prisoner. Because I shared some of the same beliefs as those around me, and had their same fears, much of what they warned came true. It was not that the prisoner betrayed me, but the people around us judged us severely and both of us suffered a great deal. There were times during the tribulation that I regretted helping him, felt God had forsaken me, was angry at myself and others, and wanted to beg everyone for forgiveness. Through it all, however, something within me kept saying I'd done something GREAT. I was living my truth. They could hang me on a cross, and I would gladly give my life.

 During that time, I could relate to Christ and saw how misunderstood he was for hanging out with criminals and sinners. They wanted to kill him because he loved Mary Magdalene. In retrospect, we worship Jesus for his ability to love in spite of outward appearances. Yet at the time, we hung him on a cross next to "his kind" - criminals.

 We love to hear stories about how the jail keeper freed the condemned man, yet we never stop to think of the price he paid for his loving act. No doubt society and even his family cursed and chastised him. He became the most despised creature on Earth. No one could understand what possessed him in a moment of compassion to do such a thing.

 Like the character in the Bible, Job, I lost everything. Even my children left me. It was a very difficult period in my life. I often wondered if I'd done the right thing by following my heart. From the looks of things around me, one would conclude I'd been very foolish. Yet, something inside of me didn't think so. If I needed to give up everything in order to do what I believed was right, then I would do so. I took my punishment, asking God to forgive my attackers, as they knew not what they were doing.

 I tried everything I could think of to bring my children home, but they were set on seeing me as terribly flawed and bad. It didn't seem fair for them to come down so hard on me, as I'd provided an idyllic childhood for them. While they were away, they discovered things about themselves they may not have learned with me. My daughter became a stronger person, and learned how to stand up for what she believed in. She sent me a Mother's Day card that said it all. "Mom - I miss you very much and I love you. I am so proud of all you've done, and you should be too. You're a brave, wonderful, and a loving mother. You're the best!"

 My son, meanwhile, fell in love with a girl from the wrong side of the tracks. He saw a diamond in the rough and experienced first hand the judgment of others. She is a former drug user, a "BAD GIRL, a "LOSER," and comes from a dysfunctional family. Despite all this he stood his ground and dated her. When he was forbidden to see her, he called Mom. He asked to come home. As it turned out, the people he was staying with found his relationship with this girl so unacceptable that they gladly dropped him off at my door. As my son and I reunited, he asked for my forgiveness and like the Prodigal Son, said he never understood the power of love until then.

 "I can't believe how people treat her, Mom. She's a good person. They want to judge her because of her past. Even her own mother doesn't believe in her!" My son and I were able to talk about many things for the first time, and he learned he was more like me than not. He was now in trouble for following his heart and believing in someone society pegged as an outcast. Our joyous reunion came to a screeching halt however, when the foster father began to feel jealous. He had anticipated that my son and I would not reconcile, and when we did, he decided to break the two of us up.

 However, during the week with my son, we discovered we had a psychic connection. My son didn't realize at first we were communicating without words, and when he did, he was a little scared and shocked. There was a powerful mental energy when the two of us were together, and we discovered we could manifest almost instantly. I decided to share the concept of deliberate creation with him. Like a kid with a new toy, he had fun playing with it. By the time the foster father decided to come back into the picture, I'd taught my son how to collectively manifest by aligning our intent and vibrations. My son was amazed at our combined power to alter the course of events and even to produce things out of thin air.

 I was dating a guy and told my son I was interested in having him reveal his true beliefs, as I suspected he might be hiding something from me. My son and I simply aligned in thought. The next day at lunch, the boyfriend tied himself in knots with his tongue. He simply couldn't quit spewing racial slurs. My son and I felt sorry for him. We realized we'd administered a form of truth serum.

 As my son and I drove back to his foster father's house, my son asked how we were going to get through all the red tape of being back together. He'd asked his foster father to be his guardian, and an emotional bond had developed. I told him we'd simply imagine what we wanted to happen, and it would. My son, being youthful, had very little doubt that what I was saying was true. He immediately started acting as if it were already true and had a sense of peace all around him.

 While I was distracted, my son took a wrong turn and we ended up lost in the boonies. Knowing there are no coincidences, I wondered what the purpose was. Then it happened. I saw it first and asked my son if he could see it. He was smiling as he watched our shared vision.

 We were on the sidelines of a huge dome. The coliseum was packed with spectators. For as far as the eye could see, spirits watched "the greatest show in the universe." The spirits in the top tiers possessed amazing awareness and great understanding. Other spirits hovered above the seats and filled the sky overhead. The tiers descended, and with each row, there was a difference in density and vibrational frequency in the spirits occupying the rows. The highest vibrators, those with the purest tones, sat at the very top.

 I intuitively understood we were watching the game of life on planet Earth. Somehow, we could see every soul on Earth simultaneously, yet I felt able to focus on those lives that seemed to attract me. It was apparent the souls on Earth have a rather narrow way of viewing things. By that I mean that their perspective is clouded by lack of understanding of the "big picture." The only souls they could see clearly were those of similar density, crowded on the lower tiers, yet at times they seemed to sense the presence of the higher vibrating souls.

 Then I saw myself on the playing field, but instead of helping a prisoner, I was the special education student who stopped during the race to help another runner in the Special Olympics. You probably recall the story. As everyone whizzed by, convinced the goal was to win and gain glory and all that comes with success, I stopped dead in my tracks and assisted the fallen comrade.

 The response from the lower tiers of the dome was heart-wrenching. They shouted profanities at me, called me a loser, hissed, booed, shook their fists and said I was the most dim-witted person on Earth. I saw myself cower under their harsh judgment and begin to buy into the labels being attached. As the winners of the race were being decorated, I retreated to an out-of-the-way bench and sulked. Then one of the Light-spirits approached me and asked me to look upwards, at the top tiers. I looked and saw all of them standing, clapping, congratulating me and telling me how proud they were for what I'd done.

 Then I understood. The people in the game, in the race, so to speak, were blinded by their illusions. They could not help themselves as they went along with the prevailing notions of what is right and wrong. In a flash, I understood how envied the spirits on Earth are for having the courage to come in the first place. Blinded and thrown into a world with confusing rules, they really are faced with quite an inner-challenge with the conflicting messages coming at them and their beliefs being played out in front of their eyes. The whole thing is like being stuck in a soap opera that seems to have a life of its own. The Light-spirits completely understood, and said it didn't really matter anyway, as it was all make-believe, just for fun and the experience. They said everyone who came was a decorated hero in the end.

 Then the Light-spirit said the people returning from the game, once their eyes are open to the truth, are hardest on themselves. They have to keep being reminded they did their best, can try again, and that there was no way to really win or beat the game, because as soon as you master some things, your soul will bring greater challenges before you. There was absolutely NO condemnation or judgment, but rather total acceptance of it all, and a joy in the fun of such a grand game.

 I looked over at my son. "Are you seeing this, honey?" His face was pale as he replied, "Yeah. Mom, this was why I was getting high. I felt things like this and kept feeling like I had to get inside myself, and drugs were the quickest way there."

 I understood completely what he was saying. He was feeling the calling of his consciousness and didn't know directions there. I looked back at the vision and spoke to the Light-spirit. "How can I change the channel when things are going awry?"

 "Sleep is the quickest way, as it erases the screen. Then when you wake up, you can project a whole new picture of what you want to have happen. The other way is to use your mind, but this is not always so easy. The third way is to visualize us and say, 'Help me, NOW!' and we will assist you immediately."

 "But won't I lose points for asking for your help?" The Light-Spirit laughed. "No, not at all! We LOVE to help!"

 My son and I were back in the car and had somehow found our way back to the right highway. As we clipped along, we began to mentally share our insights into the message we'd just received. As we reached his foster father's house, everything started going wrong right away. My son and I looked at one another and began to psychically strategize what we would like to see happen. Together, we both looked up and said, "Help me, NOW!"

 I left my son there and the next morning the foster father called and was yielding. He'd had a change of heart. He was sorry he'd been so foolish. The following day, he was calling to assist me in moving, offering me money to get an apartment closer to my son and begging my forgiveness. He offered me a job reference, and wanted to erase the balance I owed him for some of my son's expenses. Even though I'd asked for assistance from the Light-Spirits, I never imagined things could change so rapidly, and what I was receiving was above and beyond what I could have ever hoped for.

 I just now got off the phone with my son, who is ecstatic with everything. He now knows how powerful he is. He also knows how to ask for help. He is not afraid to ask for what he wants, for he BELIEVES that everything is possible. He also has a good sense of "the big game" called life. "Mom, life isn't as serious as I used to think it was."

 "You're right, son. We've learned a lot together, haven't we? What do you think you'd like to manifest next?"

 "I wanna start my own business. I called cousin Frank and he said I could buy all his window washing and power washing equipment. What about you?"

 "Well, outside of being a family again, I am wondering how I can leave this job without giving notice."

 An old friend just called and is looking for a job in this field. She's willing to assume my job right away. She's where I was six months ago, and needs a place to regroup and hang her hat. My brother called and offered us a place to stay, and even said we could use his tent and camp out if we had to.

 My former boyfriend stopped by this morning. He said God spoke to him and told him to bring money over to me right away. He left $50.00 and was on the way to finish a few jobs and said he'll have $800.00 for me in a few days. It was not a loan, but a gift from God. He also said God indicated he should tithe to us for a while, so he's selling his business and moving to Montana. Apparently, God "reminded" him that he was destined to become a great painter, so he's following his heart.

 While I was writing this, my daughter called. "All your old friends keep calling to ask how you are. They said to say hi to you. I'm sick of this no-where job. I'm different than other people and I never realized it until now. Something in my heart, call it intuition, is saying I need to go to Mexico. I'm going!"

 The prisoner I helped has now been out for six months on parole. He is struggling, but continues to be dedicated to living a crime-free life. He calls me at least once a week. He often says the only thing that keeps him from turning back to a life of crime when the going gets tough is knowing that someone believed in him. Even when he feels he can't do it for himself, he trudges on, doing it for me.

 I hope all who read this will glean something from its powerful message. It is GRAND to be a conscious creator. ENJOY life, the great adventure, and remember, there's NO WAY to screw it up! Overcome your fears and follow your heart, passion, intuition and JOY!

 Sheryl Ellis, MS, is a psychologist, the author of Thinking Straight in a Crooked World and the founder of The Seedling Project, which teaches Conscious Creation to prisoners in 21 states.  Read more at: http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Atrium/6895/