Song of the heart

The less I have, the more I am
The less I think, the more I know
The less I judge, the more I love
The less I do, the more I act,
The less I move, the more I soar

Blazing sun, sparkling moon
Oceans vast, tranquil lakes
Raging rivers, gentle brooks
Desert sands, luscious jungles
All without... is all within

All is One and One is all.

RE/PO/2012-LGD

Rookies third encounter: Frollie the Frog

I headed for Freddy's scratch post deluxe (lounge sofa) in need of a moment of stillness. I took in several breaths and gagged. The morning traffic was unusually bad and my apartment wing is located  parallel to a fly over and thus, we the dwellers, act as a living filter to the other luckier units behind us.

A front line if you will. Traffic totally queued up, no breeze, no rain. I felt some sympathy for inanimate air filters and what they have to put up with....perhaps this is what we signed up to do prior to coming down here, I cannot be sure.
 I finally managed to go quiet.

Soon I was back in the familiar clarity bi-dimensional or bi polar condition that manifested my beloved Frollie, the wise straight shooting Ranidae.

However Frollie had turned into a distinct violet colour and the usual yellow coloured orb had been overlaid by a cherry blossom pulsating pink crown.
The dish upon which It was hovering had also changed to gold.

"Greetings" I beamed politely, much bewildered.

"Kroakkroak, pthak"

Before I could express anything further he leapt into the conversational gap: "Yes I know that you are wandering why I have changed colour. I have upgraded"

I tried to regain my composure as I attempted to integrate these new features before me: "Upgraded ? Do you mean promoted ?"

"Well you could say that, I have ascended to a higher dimension".

"What exactly is that dimension called: is this a 6th/8th/12th ?" All this talk of dimensions I had been reading about was making me very confused.

"Actually I do not really know what definitions you humans give to this neither do I care. It just happened I turned this colour and my silver dish is now gold. I was also given the choice to change form but since it does not matter to me what form I have, I still continue to do the same things. Form is for those seeking a different ego structure outside of themselves, this one works just fine for me and has been proven for ROAKHAROAKHA* ." (*editor note: long time with many zeroes in frog talk)

I was grateful that a purple grand piano with a crystal candelabra did not appear aggravating this surreal Liberace context. It was unsettling enough to have this vision before me looking so unfamiliar, excepting for the recognizable briskness of tone and manner.

"I am here today to bring you news of mass arrests".

I felt an inner spasm of dread and outwardly sighed: "No Frollie, not from you...I do NOT want to hear about mass arrests, timelines, free goods, cabalists and all that, I have had enough...can we talk about something else please ?

"No"

I remained sullenly silent.

" You must know that what people are channeling is a galactic transmission of a highly successful mini series: "Golden Raiders of the Dark" playing out on holographic projections for billions of young ones around the galaxy".

"What ?" I felt dizzy: "a mini series?...you mean all these channels are tuning into entertainment frequencies being beamed across space ?"

"Not all - but mostly yes...you see we have great technology which enables us to transmit across different dimensions simultaneously. Right now this is breaking
all records as audiences throughout many galaxies are fascinated by the dark/light battle myths that the vast majority have forgotten about".

Sorting out the new range of infinite possibilities and all these paradigm shifts were taking their toll on me: "but we are living the battle here on earth, right now ! Its real ! "

"Yes, to you it may feel real but is it ? They see what you see as real as a play. Gives them something to think about. Occasionally in the NOW, recollections of the past are helpful to the young ones to understand the human condition and they can appreciate their having abandoned it even more ".

"Do they actually enjoy it ?" I could not think of enlightened juvenile cetaceans, blue or green race youngsters, kitty people, naga-teenagers, being minimally interested in a block buster reflecting the crap that we have to endure.

"Do you enjoy reality shows ?" Frollie shot back.

I squirmed. "Some I watch with a morbid fascination but cannot stomach for long, others capture me for a few episodes before they seem totally senseless and boring so I usually drop out. I know I would never ever want to be in one".

"Exactly ! the same thing happens out there but multiply that by trillions of beings. We have so much of what you call noise that is being played out for our viewers that your mediums that are not truly advanced are tuning in to either the heroes or the villains - the actors - of this box office hit thinking them to be real. Its just a broadcast frequency actually".

I contemplated this disclosure and its disastrous implications. Good grief, some of these channels were actually reporting and transmitting a galactic block buster series...Orson Wells and The Truman Show somehow came to mind.

I expressed a concern. "How would anyone tapping in would know what is real then ?"

Frollie pondered: "If the information focuses on vibrations within and you feel moved, more aware,clearer it is most probably genuine. If its about external scenarios in great graphic
dramatic detail it is probably a multi holographic frequency transmission from HIP 52689, the home of ETT The Cosmic Network"

"ETT as in ExTraterresTrial ?"

" No as in EnTerTairnment cosmic channel".

Frollie began to quiver unsteadily on Its shining golden dish, the voice metallic, the rhythm staccato; "Dear ones, the evil dark ones are being taken in by the glorious Golden Raiders from the Xtron galaxy as we speak. Cities are being liberated. ...galactic fleets are overhead and satellite craft are patrolling the Galactic mall cities dropping off sacks of jewels and monatomic gold gathered from the sparkling asteroid belt for all to enjoy eternal abundance.
The dark ones are attempting to flee but there is no where for them to run. The great 30 km wide Cleanser Hoov-Alfa88 is raking in all the poisons from the accumulated perfidious byproducts of these treacherous conniving ones.

Commander AKLT, the fair one has taken charge of ground mop up operations..."
The transmission faded and my violet Frog began to slowly dissolve from the outer edges until it became a violet dot which hovered briefly and then disappeared in a flash of light.

I opened my eyes, stretched and sat back reflecting on this new extraordinary revelation...could this be the answer after all ?

RA/FR3/2012/LGD