recently I tested the echo of a lesson I have already learned. here’s what happened:

fyi — this post is a bit obscure. I hope it makes sense to others in the way that it makes sense to me.

a while back I wrote a blog post about “echoes”. this might also be explained in physics as a butterfly effect of a core realization that has occurred in one’s gut, fluttering away yet still taking it’s time to fully leave a person’s electromagnetic field or unconscious realms.

recently a situation arose in my personal life, and it had all of the markings of an “old” lesson I learned. I entered as it arose, BECAUSE I felt completely detached to the outcome or “power” of the situation, and I was truly curious to see if I would/could illicit a different response from my core since I had already “learned” the lesson I was (wittingly) looking at once again.

there are many shades of grey in the astral land of our conscious, subconscious and unconscious minds as they relate to the waxing or waning effect of a lesson. a lesson is simply something that has been brought into our conscious awareness — it does not mean that we have been able to make an unconscious (the deepest and most hidden) connection to it. but, at least we know “I don’t like this lesson”. even if we keep repeating it. the shade of grey in the astral land of my conscious and subconscious and, most importantly, unconscious mind as I speak of the echo I recently tested, was a new color this time. it was in plain sight, in each of the 3 conscious realms, and I desired to explore this shade pushed so far into the ethers by the butterfly.

the first thing that happened as I explored this new shade of grey was that I knew the beginning, middle and end of the lesson. surrounding the lesson (that I had learned many, many times over already, as this was now an echo of that lesson) in echo territory was the whole truth and the plain truth. it felt metaphorically like walking back onto a crime scene that was still in tact, and not dismantled, many year’s after a loved one’s murder. that loved one had been mourned, the crime had been solved, the evidence presented wholly, and justice served (just the crime scene had been frozen and never cleaned). there were no questions about that crime scene. it was in plain sight, and each element of it had been consciously, subconsciously and unconsciously accepted.

the next thing that happened as I explored this new shade of grey was that I realized in seconds (yes, seconds) what kind of a movie or play this was, and I was actually curious to see who the cast would be! in this shade of grey, I had been to that crime scene many times and at this point it was simply another opportunity to look through a more colorful (not necessarily informative, even) lens. since I was not in actual physical or otherwise danger as I walked straight into this lesson/crime scene/movie/play, this grey echo that was active even in the moment of exploration flapping it’s wings rapidly away from my energetic signature forever became fascinating to me. it was such a new shade, yet of such an old lesson – and knowing and surrender of such – that it actually felt exhilarating to experience. like a 3 act play, performed night after night after night as the star.

next in line to the new and lucid lens described above, were the same physical gut sensations I had always had — particularly back when the lesson was repeating yet not in my consciousness. particularly when the lesson my worst nightmare. gut sensations are different for everyone, but you know what they are: a racing of adrenaline, a purely physical excitement that we know is “bad” for us yet kept us alive. a pit in the gut/core/solar plexus, and an almost dress rehearsal movement of my body in general. yet this time around, there was no experience of emotional negativity around these physical alarms/manifestations, as the knowing of beginning middle and end was 100.

next in line to the knowing/”I’ve seen this specific movie so many times and I used to fear it and now I don’t and I can’t wait to watch it again with new goggles” and the physical sensations was the actual linear time and space play-out of the show. the xyz day(s) and month(s) of 2017. as I met the different characters of this lesson turned-echo that I felt grateful to say goodbye to as it’s weight, size, appearance and so forth had changed and dwindled down to a fraction of what it was, I felt like I was taking old boxes out of storage and sorting through every piece of them. I reflected with love and appreciation! this was different from the debris at the crime scene, as this was the essence that the crime scene fully rejected as the crime was committed. I felt so grateful to meet the new and integrated pieces of myself for the first time in a brand new way. I walked through conversations and actions with the key players in the real-time situation, and met them all over again — from the eyes and heart of power and foundation. there was no element of surprise, not at one point, which is usually the tragic hallmark of a lesson. yet this wasn’t a lesson. it was barely even an echo. it was barely even grey. I was able to follow suit as all parts of the real-time were unfolding, as if I were merging my new self with an old dimension where the echo hadn’t even become an echo yet, and push that aspect of inner child through to the other side in 2017. as the so-called “ugly” or what I would have then referred to as “horrible” during an actual lesson presented, I greeted the echo with my full self. I greeted it with a protected child’s eyes, wide open.

what I took away from this experience was that I didn’t ever need to see that movie or play again. I had attended closing night, and I gave it the biggest standing ovation possible because it was the last. I wasn’t even saying “this is the last”, I just knew that…it was the last. I also took 100% trust of my gut, and all of my intuitive knowing, in a way like never before. though I had seen the show for the first time in a brand new shade of grey that was almost white and gone forever, I had seen it the last time from any perspective. the last time, not because I felt I had no control over it and had to say “the last time”, but because reality had completely shifted. when we test an echo, we are no longer testing the lesson so much — and depending upon the shade of the echo, we may get to see it a final time from a detached, healthy, solid, knowing and very grateful place…even during the decision to re-experience. depending upon the shade of the echo, an encore will not even cross our mind because the show has closed. that’s what happened for me when I tested the echo of a lesson I already learned.