A Lightworker's Journal - "Little Boy Blue"

A Lightworker’s Journal

Maurice Turmel PhD

“Little Boy Blue”

Once upon a time there was a boy who came to earth to undergo a program of preparation for an adventure he had agreed to on the spiritual side of the “veil.” On the earth side, the veil was very thick, opaque it seemed, where so few people could remember the spiritual side of life.

As our boy entered into the atmosphere that formed the earth’s density, he too appeared to forget about life on the spiritual side, so overtaken was he by the intensity of the matrix environment that now surrounded him.

There seemed to be danger everywhere.  All he could see was terror and revenge experiences being played out with people hurting each other and people trying to hurt him.  Even his parents, it seemed, could be quite callous and abusive, especially his father.

He realized later that his parents were trapped in the same matrix system as he now found himself in, but they couldn’t see their way through, while at this time he still held a glimpse of the glorious life he knew before entering this sphere.  He decided then and there that he had to get back to that glorious place where none of this matrix stuff mattered.  But he would have to work his way through the current densities to regain what he now faintly remembered having enjoyed before.

This was a difficult task indeed.  There were dangers everywhere it seemed, especially from that entity called “father” who was prone to raging outbursts and physically beating his children. Our boy grew up in this atmosphere, absorbed many blows which eventually led to even greater losses and heartaches, so much so, that he began to feel he was losing himself.  The day finally came when he knew he had to wake up from this nightmare.  He could see that he had fallen so low, he felt he could barely raise his head.

It is at this point where he had to make the choice. “Do I survive this set of circumstances, or do I just give in and fade away?”  He decided he had to survive and he had to break that negative spell that had come to surround him in what should have been a safe family environment.

As he moved through the childhood and adolescent years, he set out to achieve this new goal.  In early adulthood, he secured help for himself from people with credentials that knew this tortuous path and could provide skills and strategies that would help lift him above these negative circumstances.  Through such processes as therapy and counselling he started to gain trust and self-confidence.  He quickly learned that the way through these difficult circumstances was to get to know himself better, to affirm his own goodness, despite the negative commentary that had steadily come at him in those earlier years. What he was learning was to recognize his true nature, and ultimately this would lead to his inner Divinity.

The processes of counselling and therapy were quite a revelation, groundbreaking one could say.  He added to these strategies some new found educational pursuits which also helped him work through this plethora of life riddles, the worst of which had led him down a path to self-hatred.

This he realized was a definite wrong turn and he must undo this particular psychological knot before he could get anywhere near to fully rescuing himself.

This particular goal he ultimately accomplished by sticking to his newfound path, listening to his recently activated “inner voice” and then recognizing the many subtle “nudges” that came along with being focused on his goal.

Now he realized, this inner voice was his “spirit,” working away quietly in the background, nudging him to continue uncovering more of who he really was.  The more he learned, the more he wanted to learn.  And pretty soon spiritual growth and personal development were all he could think about and all he wanted to focus on until he felt more comfortable with himself in this new direction.

These revolutionary pursuits were leading the way to inner freedom, an experience he understood, but actually never felt until this new path opened before him. He now realized that freedom meant self-acceptance, self-forgiveness and self-love. Oh that last one was a big one, and ugh, yes, letting go of that negative ego thing that had become part of his crippling early life, was now a top priority.

He acknowledged all of these factors with each step he took. Owning the hurt and the pain he had accumulated was essential to the process. Only by accepting and feeling the damage done by those early blows could he ultimately undo their hold on him.  So he cried when necessary and he healed.  He shared when prompted and he healed. He did these together whenever that was appropriate.  No more trying to hide or repress that which inside was pressing to be released.  The body had its own need for healing and showed him where he needed to pay attention.

Soon he began to realize he actually was never alone.  He had guides who talked to him regularly, who were always gentle and caring and often whispered sweet encouragement in his ears that helped his heart grow.

Now a new thought entered his mind. Everyone he had ever met and had interactions with were actually teachers, as opposed to obstacles in his life.  Those teachers, both good and bad, did show him that he had to secure himself, that he had to care for himself and that he needed to release the traumas that had so gravely crippled him in those earlier years.

There was no going back now.  Only freedom lay ahead, and yes, Love, lots and lots of Love.  So much so at times he couldn’t imagine it all and felt dizzy and overwhelmed with how powerful and durable these waves of Love could be.

At this point he made another significant realization.  Many of his fellow human beings were suffering similar plights as his own. They too had become crippled up with defence strategies that kept them repeating self-defeating patterns. And they too most certainly were in need of rescuing as well.  However, he quickly realized that one could not step in and do it for them. Because, as he had just learned, they needed to rescue themselves.  

These stranded souls also needed good tools, similar to those he had acquired on his journey to this point. Only then could they too could solve the riddles of their lives.  The lesson here was, every human had to do this for themselves. Yes, there was plenty of help available, but the commitment and the doing had to come from them.

With that in mind, he and his guidance began to work out a plan.  Perhaps they could serve up some of those valuable tools in the form of stories and song lyrics that he, our Little Boy Blue, could deliver in an entertaining and non-threatening fashion. He was already receiving such stories and song ideas, and early feedback indicated that, for some people, these could be quite helpful.

Perhaps these spiritual menu items could be served up like a smorgasbord, where people could come up and choose only those items and experiences  they were ready for, and then come back again and again when they were hungry for more.  Like any good smorgasbord, the available choices would seem endless, and that’s because new “items” would seem to appear everyday, as people learned more and more about what they actually needed.

You see, our boy’s own life had become a buffet of choices that he selected from, and every choice led to even more choices that he could only recognize once he had benefitted from the earliest solutions he applied.

In other words, change and growth were progressive.  Every choice had a consequence, a lesson and a benefit, and each of these would then reveal a person’s next step.

So now he understood that all these people in pain, like he had been, had their own sources of guidance and they needed to turn inwards and listen to see and then react to what was already being offered.  Self-help tools took on a whole new meaning.  What people actually needed and benefitted from were the choices that they made for themselves.  Then they would begin to grow, and grow further with each new choice until they found their way back to that original point of separation. This would be where they had become disconnected from their true selves through the shock of arriving on Earth psychologically vulnerable, with little memory of their basic godlike nature.

This, he realized, was the rift that had to be healed and that would be the focus of any program that he and his guides could offer, through these mediums of stories and music. Our boy had to traverse this territory himself, and find his way back to the Light, before he could show others how they could do that for themselves. He then sensed that he was perhaps a 

Way-shower, a term he had seen in the esoteric literature.

As he began to engage this new direction, he quickly learned that those who were ready  and willing, just dove right in and their progress became rapid and phenomenal.  But he also learned, that many individuals were not ready for such methods, because they weren’t quite ready to give up their adaptations to whatever dysfunctions in living they had come into.  Some people just feared any kind of change and would not dare tread into those cleansing waters just yet!

But those who felt the stirrings and listened to those voices from within, they were ready to move on, to grasp at methods they could quickly relate to, adapt them to their specific needs and find their way back to the Light.

This was an important revelation, for our boy had no idea how such a process would take hold, unless a person actually felt ready to take it on for themselves.  The story once again became about choice.  People had to choose such a path for themselves.  They had to make that decision.  Only then would all the forces that the Universe had to offer, could readily and easily come online, which led to the smorgasbord/buffet and led to people choosing their personally designed menu for success.

So our boy’s program was shaping up to be about “turning people on to themselves,” by learning to love and accept themselves as they were. Ultimately, they too would come to realize through their own efforts, that they were here for a bigger purpose and that purpose could only be activated by them.

This was the key to self-discovery and self-reliance.  It was the roadmap that led back to that place called Home.  “Home is where the Heart is” was the message every generation of prophets and storytellers had been sharing with humans since time immemorial.

So now today, this very story was being revealed again, to anyone who was ready to hear and to heal.  Because for this current generation, the Wake Up Alarm had been sounded.  People everywhere were feeling something new in their hearts. The call to Come On Home was growing louder every day.

Our little boy, as one example, had become a man, and while doing so, had gone from feeling completely lost, to feeling fully awake and alive, and then best of all, to feeling at Home with Himself.  This is our boy’s story of coming to terms with his True Self.  This was the very path that every Hero and Heroine in Mythology had to achieve for themselves - the path that led straight to the Heart, that inner space we ultimately recognize as Home.

“Welcome Home” was the greeting he heard from The Voice inside, the voice he now recognized as the Great Creator,  the voice of his Higher Self, the voice of his own Divine Nature.

Mission Accomplished!!!