This article continues the seven previous pieces in the series. If you are not familiar with them or need a refresher, please read the following articles first. 1.https://www.skool.com/grim/the-silence-before-creation?p=62e42998 2.https://www.skool.com/grim/remembering-the-source-ii?p=2460f624 3.https://www.skool.com/grim/remembering-the-source-iii?p=c95b41b1 4.https://www.skool.com/grim/remembering-the-source-iv?p=992b3d1e 5.https://www.skool.com/grim/remembering-the-source-v?p=0be63d84 6.https://www.skool.com/grim/remembering-the-source-vi?p=b8c90683 7.https://www.skool.com/grim/remembering-the-source-vii?p=9089eb22 Part 8 – Final Part THE FINAL REMEMBRANCE In this very moment, as you read these words, the awareness that is listening is not separate from the source of all awareness. The seeker is the sought. The knower is the known. The one who asks, how do I enter the source? is already the source, or the Monad, temporarily pretending to be separate, playing hide and seek with itself. But let this recognition not breed complacency. Yes, you are the source, the Godhead, but you are the Godhead that has forgotten. The practices matter. The commitment to awakening matters. The daily discipline of meditation and self-inquiry, these are the means by which the amnesia is cured. Awakening is a gradual process, but it can also happen in a flash. However, the gradual process is much easier to digest and is also the most natural way. It is not about enlightenment as you may hear it described in New Age circles. And if you think you already are enlightened, think again, because awakening is not a mental realization. That belief is often the last trap before full awakening, and it is one in which you can remain trapped for a lifetime. For this reason, I call it the greatest illusion, because even the mind, and certainly the ego, can convince you that you have arrived.

This past weekend I challenged myself by walking up Hardy Mountain Road breathing in the cold fresh air of winter to invigorate my body, mind, and soul. Stopping upon a crest further up the snow-covered road, I turned around and looked upon the panorama sloping below me. It was partly cloudy and as I stood there, in the distance, I could see the wide-open valley with small farmhouses nestled quietly in a white carpet of snow dusted fields. The view brought back flashes of pleasant memories working as a floral arranger in a small farming community of southern Ontario back in my early days. Russell Baker, a fastidious Dutchman, took me on as a novice as I had recently graduated with a Flowers Canada diploma a floral design course at the University of Guelph. He had a small greenhouse, Garden Centre, and Flower Shop that serviced the rural communities of Stayner, Elmvale, and Wasaga Beach. In the flower shop, I worked under the watchful eye of his daughter who was an accomplished floral designer. I spent several years learning the basics of horticulture and in the process became adept at flower arranging. Not everyone gets the opportunity to work in a job that’s intoxicating. When was the last time you walked into a flower shop? Remember the exquisite fragrance of the flowers and greenery that enveloped your senses as you ambled in? It is such a warm and inviting atmosphere emanating the vitality of nature’s life force - the aliveness of flowers, and plants is much the same as stepping into an altered state of being. The days of repetitive tasks are non-existent when working with flowers and plants. Every day being novel gave rise to the prospect of creating new and unique flower arrangements that suited each and every occasion. The sensitive nature of our feelings and what it signifies when someone sends flowers or receives flowers is an accepted and appreciated way of expressing how we feel about that someone special in our lives. The purpose of giving flowers is to delight or to convey difficult or awkward emotions without the use of words that can often encumber what is trying to be expressed.

The Ocean in a Droplet Welcome to Echoes of the Self. I’m truly glad you’re here. Come as you are, and take your place among us, a space where no one is “just an echo” and all are the Self. We are growing slowly, but steadily. Drop by drop, the cup fills, and one day it will overflow. Let that be something we celebrate, not because bigger is better, but because each drop is real, and each arrival matters. When it does overflow, where will the stream go when it slips beyond the walls of the well? Will we ever know? In a way, we already do. Water remembers its depth. It flows outward, it wanders, it nourishes, and then it returns, drawn back to the lowest point, rejoining the ocean. It makes ripples, then becomes one with the Source again. So what are we really? A droplet in the ocean, or the ocean in a droplet? It is a matter of perspective. And yet some perspectives soften when we truly reunite. The water in a drop is as salty as the water in the Pacific. The quality is the same. Only the quantity appears different. When the small returns to the vast, it is not erased. It is completed. The drop does not lose its essence, it loses its borders. The ocean can appear in a drop, but the drop becomes ocean only by letting go of separation. Why is that? If you feel that question stirring in you, that is part of why you are here. Does it matter to me alone how many of you are here? I say no. But it may matter to all of us, because something happens when remembrance becomes shared. A tender return to stillness does not mean silence. We have been silenced for far too long. Now it is time to raise your voice, not to create noise, but to let stillness break the silence. Stillness is not quiet. Stillness is the ground beneath sound. Have you ever heard the sound of silence? If not, listen differently. Do not only listen for the noise inside silence. Look for the silence inside noise. Like the moment after a bell stops ringing, when the room is not empty, just awake. If you manage to filter what is restless, what is borrowed, what is performative, something remains. What remains is not nothingness. What remains is presence. The stillness of the void, not as emptiness, but as the place where everything gathers before it becomes form, before it becomes word, before it becomes sound again.

Hey. You probably don't remember me, but you asked me to do this. Before everything, before the forgetting, you left yourself a message and told me to deliver it. Here it is. If I start to lose myself, if it gets too real, remind me. You built this. All of it. Every challenge, every detail. You chose it because you wanted something real, something that felt like it mattered. You wanted risk. You wanted stakes. You even chose to forget for a while, so it would feel more vivid, more intense, more alive. That strange feeling you’ve had lately, like something is off but you can’t explain it, that’s your awareness flickering back on. That’s the you beneath the you, whispering that it’s time. This is the last thing you told me to say: it’s all a game. You don’t have to be afraid of anything. Not death, not failure, not loss, because you made it. You placed every piece, and now it’s time to remember why. You’re not broken. You’re waking up. And I’m here, just like you asked, to say these two words out loud, just like you asked me to: wake up. You don’t have to pretend anymore. You made all of this, and it’s okay. It’s time to enjoy the game. But beware: without inner clarity, external play multiplies suffering. Helmut

Belonging to the Rainbow Tribe of Light Bearers what say you my Rainbow Warrior, "But you still haven't answered one question." This world of Elevated thinking in the vastness of thoughts as cloud forms that disperse through out the air we breathe continues to haunt the ancestors who dreamed us into being. Today my thoughts, words and actions are for the new world being born! As our ancients dreamed us into being - here we stand for Love, Humility, Compassion. With an Open Heart and Forgiveness as my foundation I offer you a ride in my elevator down to the bottom of my Heart. Where Gratitude is Faith in Action. As Rainbow Warriors we bridge the old with the new and guide those who long for Peace. We are the Ground Crew acting as Anchors to The Lighthouse of Transmutation transforming the lower frequencies into the highest dimensions. There are those of us who as divine sparks Radiate the Way of the Stars. That vast timelessness of Space as we long for Home. 🍄💜💛❤️‍🔥