Heaven & Hell

The familiar cello of Pachelbel’s Canon played to a solemn roomful of neophytes engaging in a miraculous freeing of attention process.

The three days of preparation in building trust, in handling limiting beliefs, in learning to separate stories from experience helped lead to this moment. IAM had said that perhaps lifetimes had lead to this Here & Now.

The courageous compassion and presence of the trainers had a magical catalytic effect on the neophytes.

The new found ability to laugh at oneself and cry the next second had initiated the neophytes into using their imagination, getting out of their space suit and stepping into a spacesuit oh too familiar, the parent.

Beliefs that were accepted as ‘that’s just way it is’, were thrown open to see that this is not me. These are my mother beliefs, that worked for her, and her mother, and her mother , ad infinium.

This was a molting of fears, anger, doubts sadness, pain and tears. Mounds of Kleenex were piled next to many neophytes. Some so intense as to need a wastebasket to puke the bile from a lifetime of living as their parent, in a contradiction of wanting to please and hating to be manipulated and abused.

Some let go of clothing, the confines of apparel were shed like the armor that hid a true being who loved life, had a new vision, and experienced freedom that surpassed sex, drugs or rock n roll. They were no longer just their parents child, but a child of the universe.

IAM had designed an inner war designed to rebirth a roomful of neophytes. They answered IAM’s question, from their GUT, and become alive in the synergy of the forty others with the excitement of Woodstock, an Evangelic healing, and Baptism.
The room had the stench of egos, fried, seared, charred, broiled and roasted.
No one had to be right.
No one already knew everything.
No one couldn’t make a mistake.
Everyone participated. And all were rewarded.
In one moment it looked, felt and sounded like a Bosch painting and the next it was Jesus and Mary sitting amongst the Lions & the Lambs. Sweet forgiveness following the self inflected torment of life.

No one could have imagined the relief and joy that ensued.
IAM, MA, the angel assistants had handed out tissue, waste baskets, cleaned aura’s whispered words of love and encouragement and helped everyone stay in their experience.

There was no dexification.They all felt a power greater that than themselves.

They were reborn, and led by a re awoken Daimon, a guardian angel, with a louder conscience and an incredible lightness of being.