02-04-2017, 11:13 PM
Ah this one, this one of one of the best by far that I've read.
If you reflect a little further, you might come to the realization that you have not incarnated in third density in order to experience the exhilaration of liberation. You have incarnated in third density quite simply in order to serve, and the ones that are most in need of serving are most frequently the ones least inclined to receive your service gladly. And so, it can seem to one eager to fulfill the destiny of service, eager to lighten the vibrations of a planet long in distress, long laboring under the heavy weight of judgment compounded on judgment, it can seem, we say, that all hope of making a real difference is utterly forlorn.
My friends, we are the brothers and sisters of sorrow. We are here in a capacity of serving and we merely call your attention to what we think you already know—that all here gathered are here in the same capacity. Service is not an easy undertaking—it is not that the one who seeks to serve can be prided and plumed with the knowledge of having the truth. For what is the truth when the task at hand is to make oneself available to those for whom judgment is all there is? It is as if in order to serve you must submit to this world where judgment reigns supreme and you must allow yourself to get down and dirty, if we may put it in this way, by working in the mines, by dredging up difficult feelings, by allowing oneself to present catalyst to others that is to them most unwelcome, thereby drawing judgment once again upon oneself. To serve, my friends, is not an experience of constant and unbridled joy, but involves also a capacity to take upon the self the sorrows of the world. - Q'uo
If you reflect a little further, you might come to the realization that you have not incarnated in third density in order to experience the exhilaration of liberation. You have incarnated in third density quite simply in order to serve, and the ones that are most in need of serving are most frequently the ones least inclined to receive your service gladly. And so, it can seem to one eager to fulfill the destiny of service, eager to lighten the vibrations of a planet long in distress, long laboring under the heavy weight of judgment compounded on judgment, it can seem, we say, that all hope of making a real difference is utterly forlorn.
My friends, we are the brothers and sisters of sorrow. We are here in a capacity of serving and we merely call your attention to what we think you already know—that all here gathered are here in the same capacity. Service is not an easy undertaking—it is not that the one who seeks to serve can be prided and plumed with the knowledge of having the truth. For what is the truth when the task at hand is to make oneself available to those for whom judgment is all there is? It is as if in order to serve you must submit to this world where judgment reigns supreme and you must allow yourself to get down and dirty, if we may put it in this way, by working in the mines, by dredging up difficult feelings, by allowing oneself to present catalyst to others that is to them most unwelcome, thereby drawing judgment once again upon oneself. To serve, my friends, is not an experience of constant and unbridled joy, but involves also a capacity to take upon the self the sorrows of the world. - Q'uo