16 April, 2012

Second encounter with Frollie the Frog


It was very early morning. I knew that because I awoke with a groggy awareness that I should not yet be done sleeping, a fact confirmed through semi closed eyes by the darkness I perceived out the window. I happily allowed myself to drift back. Part of whichever function regulates the mystifying process of having one half of you awake while the other remains asleep was doing its thing again. And it was thus that Frollie the Frog reappeared through its mysterious Portal with the same quality of sharpness and clarity I had perceived in our first encounter.
I was delighted to see It again, on its upturned silver dish, the light orb pulsating gently above it.This time Frollie was dressed in a golden gown that shimmered and covered most of its body which was as in the first apparition, the size of a soccer ball.
“Hello there, so happy to see you” I said cheerfully. 
“KOROAKAKROAKK!!” came the reply. It was happy to see me. Or perhaps: saying hello !

“I see you are dressed again…I thought we had agreed that natural wear would be acceptable for all".
“Oh yes, however the great Keeper of the Laws is enforcing the dress code”.
“To what do I owe the pleasure of having you in my bedroom?” I enquired. I did not really care; I liked this Frog Being and would have been just as happy chatting about water lilies. It both captured and relaxed me in some way reawakening my forgotten child like curiosity.
“I came to introduce you to a friend of mine”. Behold ! A beautifully proportioned Dolphin appeared enveloped by and floating in a large circle of water - hovering about a metre in front of me without touching the ground. I stared astonished at this remarkable apparition.
“This is Delphi the dolphin” Frollie croaked.
“Like the famous  oracle in Greece?
“No, no, creature that is another one”, its webbed left foot twitched with momentary irritation. Or perhaps it was just my impression: “this great Being is named Delphi as in Delphinidae. That is his race but we call him Delphi for short… saves time and explanations”.
Of course, I should have known that Greece would have nothing to do with this scenario; however it was in bad enough shape to warrant the intervention of another Good Oracle assisting their Finance Ministry.
A strange uncategorized multi winged, large moth-like bug appeared briefly and unwisely before Frollie’s regal figure and predictably Its supersonic lashing tongue made it swiftly disappear into Its innards.
“I did not have breakfast!” came the placid reflection.
A series of rapid clicks and whistle sounds from the water orb drew me back to this creation.
“He said he is happy to be here and to meet you, Dolphins and humans are closer than you think.” Frollie interpreted.
I had more practical questions that needed to be addressed first. “Why is he in that big water bubble?”
This entity looked quite comfortable in the clear water sphere. Questions flooded in: was this where It lived, why were the water and its occupant not all over the floor, how was it all holding together defying gravity...
Frollie looked at me, head slightly skewed: “Have you ever seen a dolphin outside the water?  One that is alive OUTSIDE the water???”
I became defensive. “NO! So I suppose he travels like that right? Like his...”I fumbled..." like in his own travel capsule?” I felt a little hurt by this ruthless and unfair logic, after all I had never before seen a large sized clothed frog hovering on an upturned silver dish either. But I knew better than to argue and let it go...
Frollie nodded. Another series of great clicking sounds followed and my attention was drawn back to the sphere...Delphi  was ever so graceful and looked quite cheery as far as Dolphins in this kind of habitat go.The water within swirled around him as he accompanied his sounds with gentle movements of tail and fins.
“He wants you to know that there are billions of beings in the universe that have many forms. For every thought conception there is a corresponding vibration. With each vibration and powerful intention, form comes forth”. Further rapid clicking and some whistling sounds ensued. I was amazed that the Great Frog could communicate in Delphinidaese. Frollie turned to me sharply: “I speak all languages” .
 But of course. He had once again read my mind.
“He feels that you need to know this as you continue your search. There are worlds in many dimensions, time and places and they all look completely different as do their species. If you understand and accept this, then you will understand and be more open to the laws of consciousness and manifestation. Its either that or you should meditate which is the most direct method to understand all this, but there is as much chance of that happening as there is of you jogging.”
Good point. The thought of meditation was a hard prospect for me and my wandering mind.
Jogging would buckle my knees...I smiled inwardly. The prospects were good that I would not be doing either. I saw Frollie looking at me intently, his bulbous eyes blazing and at once I guiltily wiped out this thought. I did not want to get into a frog fight.
The bubble drifted closer to me, my senses so sharp that I could experience all the energy contained within it and I could feel it vibrating with my body. Two entities: one vibration!  I wanted to reach out and put my hand through the water and touch this beautiful being. Delphi seemed to sense this, his stare very direct and soulful. I was drawn to this field of energy; it was joyful, gentle and playful. But I also realized that I could not breach this dimensional barrier in any way. I felt the powerful presence of an invisible shield that would not permit this. As this thought ceased, instantly the bubble and Delphi disappeared, leaving me once again with my mentor hovering on his sliver dish.
“Master Frollie if I ever related to anyone what just happened, or even my dialogue with you, people would think that I was either insane or disrespectful...yet, this is what I saw!”. I stared at my toes feeling somewhat disconsolate.
“Oh,some will understand you, but why do you care? “The voice had become mellower and gentler. I stared at his eyes and felt once again his more compassionate dimension.“I do not know if I do or not”. I had to be truthful. How in heaven could I talk about what I had experienced and be taken seriously?
Frollie continued: “People look at form, not the essence. You must understand that. It does not matter what the form looks like, what counts is the substance. The ultimate truth is formless and pure all pervading loving energy. People naturally prefer forms they can relate to. Those that are more refined and subtle will see more forms that are pleasing and inspirational; those that are like you may see forms like mine”. The throat bobbed vigorously. "The fact that you see me at all, means you have something that is open.”
“So I created you?” I asked, momentarily uncertain of whether I was on the good end of this deal.
“Yes you did indirectly...you are not the only one. You see you beings tend to think that your thoughts and sorrows are unique to you. You become caught up in them. You concretize them and you see them as reality. Actually there is not one thought that you have that is uniquely yours. All thoughts exist across millions of species. They are embodied by different entities but they are actually one field. Your body and your label “ Rookie” or” Leo” give you a feeling of individual identity and separation. If you could only see thoughts written in the sky from across your worlds’ beings without any physical forms ... you would see they are ONE huge set of collective fragments and you would recognize so many of them as being yours...do you see now?”
I did indeed see. I remembered how I was stunned to discover earlier in my life so many people who thought and acted much as I did even as I considered myself to be special and different from everyone else...it was conceivable that what I held to be mine was actually an expression of feelings and attributes that were also being simultaneously created by countless others. Similarly when I thought that my occasional sorrow was only my burden I discovered so many others experiencing the same play out, for many even heavier to bear.
Before I had a chance to ask another question, Frollie became brisk again. “I must be off now," It said cheerily. “I did what I had to do. I need to give an opening address for my cousin’s new school of tadpoles that was spawned last week...I am the MC”.
“No wait! I mean please wait...There are so many questions I have. I am confused; I need to clarify Draconians, Reptoids and worm holes ....”
Frollie cut me short returning to his brisk demenour. “Yes, yes, I know that you are confused even without my psychic faculties” was the retort. “Your questions can wait until the next time, nothing is really urgent in this universe except for you humans”. And with a springy hop my beloved “Frollie on his dish” disappeared.
I fully awoke and sat up feeling a sense of awe that something great and wondrous was indeed afoot in this multiverse waiting to be rediscovered. What a voyage I had embarked upon.
I made my way to the balcony to breathe in some pre-gridlocked traffic, city air. Through the glass door a caterpillar had crawled and was headed purposefully into the lounge guided by an exceptionally poor sense of direction. I reached for the broom, intending to flick it out back onto the balcony. I paused, realizing the violent effect on this complex tiny furry multi legged confused being. Was I it and was it me? What thought patterns created this form ? So many times I had taken a road that was off centre, just like this crawler. 
Plus, I reflected, it could well appear to me at some point floating on a shining platinum leaf with a polka dot jumper and a halo; teaching me new things I did not know. I grabbed a paper napkin, carefully allowed it to crawl on and gently placed it on my best leafy plant.
You truly never know.
Del/FRO/2012/LGD ©

14 April, 2012

Encounter with Frollie the Frog


Yesterday I sat down in a quiet space, my faithful cat Fredrick (Freddy to his friends) lethargically gazing through the glass doors at the unreachable pigeons scratching and picking in the plants on my balcony. Everything was just perfect, from the mostly blue sky, brightish sun, the colourful chemtrails, to the creatively formed white cloud formations dotting it here and there.
I was on my spacious badly shred sofa and sat in the half lotus posture going very quiet. I breathed deeply several times and allowed myself to drift in the "in between place". A shapeless mist appeared before me growing denser. Gradually it began to transmute, becoming sharper and clearer: it was a large green football sized frog dressed in a lace collar with a light blue coat, a bright golf ball sized light orb around its head hovering on what looked like an inverted silver plate. And it was staring at me.
"Greetings " It said in impeccable English.
"Greetings" I replied hesitantly, a little overwhelmed by thoughts that found it hard to coalesce around a reasonable possibility ...."er..who are you may I ask?"
"I am Frollie the Frog". An awkward silence ensued as I stared at this polite but strange apparition.
"Nice to meet you", I matched the courtesy "ehm...why did you appear to me ?" My ground and mental state felt uncertain.
"You asked for me" It replied.
Another awkward moment as I struggled to remember when and why I would have called upon a frog. Perhaps it arrived at the wrong address.
"I know that you are confused creature, but did you not ask for inspiration from other dimensions just two days ago ?"
My goodness, this was a psychic frog. I felt distinctly uncomfortable and did not wish to be rude. I had indeed expressed that aspiration, but I was thinking more of you know; the Big Shining Winged Ones out there, not a frog dressed in lace with a blue blouse. But then again there was the case of Paul the psychic octopus not long ago and he/it was right on the mark most of the time.
Frollie croaked twice loudly...I could not tell whether it was angry, laughing or disapproving.
Its next words clarified it for me: "Look creature with two legs looking like a Krpthct "(I do not know what this means). " I know that you expected some hot shot with a glowing sash and silvery white wings, fair hair or a flowing beard" but all these Advanced ones are working 24/7 right now and they have asked for all available help...all their lines are busy. So I am all you got. Kjjetrk-rak!". (I do not know what this means either, perhaps it was a sneeze or a code).
"Would you like to talk to a Galactic Automated Service Centre instead ?" it offered briskly.
I cringed at this truly horrible thought and wandered if that too might have an American or British accent like those you find in Russia, Europe, China and India.
I hastily reassured It. "No, no I am very happy to talk to you, definitely".
Yet I had a dilemma: I had no clue what to ask It. I decided to warm up the atmosphere first, applying the winning technique of winning friends and influencing...beings.
"First off, may I know how to address you ? er... are you a he or she  Mr/Ms/Mrs....St. ?"
"You may call me Frollie or It is just fine too....it does not really matter, I am after all a frog and I don't have an ego" was the curt reply.
I was dealing with a psychic, judge Judy type creature, cut to the chase, all business, no frills except those around its neck.
I manifested my best, "reach out" with empathy facial expression to put us both at ease.
"So please tell me which planet are you from? Can you describe to me your world?"
Frollie blinked a few times. " I am of the Ranidae race and belong to the Anura great tribe and dwell near a great pond on your same planet on which are many lotuses and much water falls". It fell silent...its throat bobbing. "that is also due to the fact our Pond is on a golf course and the sprinklers go off twice a day".
 "And ? " I prompted, feeling a little deflated thinking about the many ordinary pond lands on our planet. I had been expecting this to be some divine pond land covered in gold, strewn with jewels and wild huge rainbow coloured glowing flowers gracing its spaces.
"That is it". Another croak. "that is all we need to know and have, nothing more and nothing less. We live in the now, floating and jumping from here to there and catching Aktxza (no clue !) to keep our energy going. What else do we need?"
"Indeed" I mused. This was not going anywhere. I decided to just get to the point.
"Well since you appeared to me in such a way what do you know about the great shift that is taking place? everyone seems to be getting messages about it".
"What shift ?"...
"You know the big consciousness shift, planetary changes, mass awakening of human kind??? the 3D/4D/5D and 2012 thing???"
I might have been sweating, I recall feeling rather damp: part of me magnetized by the phenomenon, part of me wishing to snap back to hold a pillow for solace.
Blink, blink...."Oh yes that, its keeping a lot of people busy, I can confirm this. Its chaos, orders everywhere everyone mobilizing, jammed telepathic channels, light ships gridlocked, the lot. Worse than using the internet in Tonga on a weekend".
"You have been to Tonga ?"
"No but others have."
"Are you not concerned about all the predicted major changes that are said to take place during this time ?"
Frollie lifted Its head and gazed intently into my eyes. "Why should I be concerned ? From our forefathers to our time we have been going through shifts forever. Our ponds are artificially created these days, or taken over by golf courses where we have to only worry about lousy golfer's swings. My uncle was taken out last week by a rogue ball. Roddy the Toad was swiped by a myopic colour blind golfer who mistook him for a golf ball a month ago. Cement and concrete are poured over water places all the time to produce houses, roads, rail tracks, shopping malls....we are always in the shift and on the move from the time that we were tadpoles. Now that is a shift for you". I could swear I detected a whiff of pride.
 "Was it painful ? I found myself asking with increasing curiosity.
" ....being hit by a golf club ?"
"No, growing from a tadpole into a frog".
"No it just happened as we were designed to. It was related by our forefathers that we were very stubborn many billions of pond lives ago. We wanted to enjoy and dwell in water and on land and in the end we got both from Creator. It was a good deal".
The pragmatic thinking process of this being was fascinating. "Don't you ever wish that you were human?".
It emitted a massive croak, began to wobble and gasp and flipped onto its side. It was obvious that my question was either amusing him or proving to be fatal...when the strange physiological displays quietened it flipped back on its fours: "Oh, that nearly killed me....who on earth would want to be human ? We don''t have to worry about food, nature provides what we need for free, we do not have to pay taxes, we don't have to have cars, gasoline, bank accounts. aaayy, those banks..." it moved its head side to side like a boxer..." the last thing we want is to be trapped in your illusions and habits. We live our life according to the natural laws that you creatures try to, have not and cannot conquer. When we shed our form we travel to the Great Golden Pond and there to the croaking chants of all as one, we gaze happily at the stars and serenade with love the moon which is always bright, not yellow like you see here on earth. Beautifully coloured and so very close". Its gaze wandered off to another time and space place as a membrane or three momentarily covered its eyes.
I was reassured: so there was a Golden Pond land after all: "Have you actually seen it, this great land?"
"Oh yes, I see it every time I think of it and in my dreams, all speak of it, it is always clear and bright, peaceful and joyful. No one paves us over, no golfing is allowed, no cars to splatter us, no cement. everything is just as it should be. And one day if we wish, we can decide to experience life as a bird or a fish, or any other form that we may want to experiment with. And we can also reach the state of no form when we become tired of producing forms and senses. Its easier for us than for you humans these days."
I bristled at this. This was contrary to everything I had been taught. "Why is it easier for you than for us ? We are way more intelligent and we can think".
It dawned on me that I might have sounded a little rude.
Frollie regarded me with great equanimity. "That is exactly why you are unable to evolve to new dimensions quickly. You think too much, you think that you are either too intelligent or too stupid, those of you who think you have great earthly power only manage to destroy even as you think that you are creating. Tell me, if your species is so gifted why is this planet in such a mess ?".
It had a point there and frankly, thinking about our current state of affairs, I had no answer. I admired the fact that this amphibian was clearer about things than I was.
It further dawned on me that I was not just beholding a clothed over sized frog floating on a dish. As I gazed into Its eyes I connected to the timeless wisdom of this simple, primitive and direct creature.
Any residue of discomfort  melted away.

"May I ask a question ? Why are you dressed like that and why are you so large?"
"They told me that you creatures like to see large beings in flowing robes, shining sashes and so on. All wardrobes and wings are sold out. This is all I could find. I would rather take it off, I feel ridiculous. I am just a spiritually evolved frog. As for my size this is the best I can manifest without looking like an obese puffer fish...there are limits".
"Yes of course, feel free, I understand you completely." His attire simply vanished, the orb remained bobbing about its head. " You have presented some good points. We have truly complicated our lives beyond belief. So no need to worry about the shift is what you are saying ?"
It stared at me with what I hoped was a froggily compassionate look. "If you can change something you want to change do so, if you cannot change it, why worry ? Just live and breathe and be in great peace. The past has gone and the future is not yet here. Be all that you are given, is all you need to do".
I lowered my eyes in respect staring at his webbed feet. It was so right but knowing myself also so difficult. I needed to learn how to be more frog like.
"Might I call on you again for further discussions ?" I asked hopefully. I really wanted to see this being again.
He paused and tilted his head. "If you wish to...we will see. I need to get back to tend to 30 tadpoles being looked after by my aunt".
I beamed at it gratefully and burst forth joyously :"OK love, light, sparkles and...fireflies". I was proud of my recently acquired light expressions.
He was about to spring into the Portal but paused and turned.
"What ??? What on earth does that mean ?
I was stumped. I thought it was a good one, but wishing not to end this magic on a misunderstanding I hastily added: "Well good bye and see you again soon Master Frollie, have a great jump !"
"KROAAAKROAKA"
With that he leapt back and disappeared into the the mist that had rematerialized and I gradually came to, feeling quite refreshed and re-energized.

I got up, stretched, decided that tommorrow this needed to be told. I made my way to the keyboard and began to type: "Yesterday I sat down in a quiet space..."

ANU/RA-8/4/12-LGD ©