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"Leaving Las Vegas.....some tests are easier than others" (cont.)

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This is what i envisioned we could give Vegas a Violet Flame wash!


"LEAVING LAS VEGAS".....some tests are easier than others.


I had mixed feelings about taking a long job that meant i would be driving to Las Vegas from San Francisco...in a stretch Hummer Limousine, no less!


The thing i knew at the level of my soul was Las Vegas was no picnic for a lightbearer and especially to be going alone and in service to people that were basically going there at a massive time of commerce during the CES (Consumer Electronic Show) when an estimated 500.000 people pour into Las Vegas.


You add that and the notorious reputation for no-holds barred partying the City itself caters to and it was not something i was looking forward to having to deal with.


I even thought about ways i could get out of having to do this "job" but i knew there were much of an inner reason to be there. There are really no accidents that we are where we are at, even in a physical location for a temporary time, something has attracted that experience to us. 


In a Metaphysical sense, and i 've been around long enough to know, there is always the consideration that at least three levels of being that are ocuuring or a combination of such.


One , we have some Karma in that City to balance, or the unique momentums of energy we may have left behind  as a record of previous actions. Some places do activate subconscious desires or come at a time when we are ready to pass some tests. It may reveal the true nature of our progress on the Spiritual path......


I was hoping I would be able to demonstrate some mastery while I was in Las Vegas, but at times I felt almost naked in innocence to the wiles and lures of the night.


I almost humorously wondered what the "Three Wise Men" would have encountered if they had to make their way through the desert past what is the modern day Las Vegas.


I try and see that all "circumstances" that occur in my life have a meaning, whether it is an exercise in some new understanding I need to learn, an exploration of my own path, or a place I am intended to serve some part of life.


Clearly, I would not seek out what this town generally has to offer, of my own accord.


Still, I tied to maintain some perspective about what was realistic to accomplish. It was humbling for me because of the sheer enormity of energy and influence one sometimes has to combat to keep on or hold fast to one's standard on the spiritual path. That is assuming they have one. 


Some friends of mine say they almost refuse to go into certain situations or even be around a certain vibration of people, but I have learned that as a student of Saint Germain we cannot reserve such a luxury for ourselves.


El Morya once said in so many words, that we should not expect the Masters would simply place us on some log or stump to contemplate the path. It is a path of action, of integration, of being among the people of this plane. It is where our Victory was to be won and most likely that some karma had determined that we were to be there.


It is now, not as overlooked by me that the real "training" we get on the path is the development of compassion towards people. The Masters have to see that these qualities are present in us. No faking! No selective applications!


There also seems to be no better way to find out if we have the tolerance to make it on this path, than by being put in situations, which remove us from our comfort zones.


People in all of our outer differences seem to do the best to accelerate us or bring out the worst if we have it in us.


Some people in an understanding of mysticism can undervalue the importance of character development in the service of higher causes.


I remember reading an account of HP Blavatsky who several masters said had contained one of the most brilliant minds but had been hampered in greater Spiritual progress because of an unruly emotional nature.


It got me to be more serious about my own shortcomings, especially in, impatience and subtle or overt aggressions, mild dislikes or judgments. Heck, thrown in criticism and judgment while you’re at it!


I was surprised recently to read an esoteric teaching that said the Ascended Master is actually able to view an image or replica of our energy bodies that is "checked on" by the Master to observe variations or evidences of "the students" reactions such as anger or in harmony. Talk about not being able to not hide anything! 


I guess an average lifestyle does not have to worry about such scrutiny from the Master, only when through our devotion and discipline to bring about a more than average level of service, would the "Master" be compelled to notice us. 


You might be wondering what this has to do with the trip to Las Vegas? Well, a lot of my stuff was coming up, including fears and whether or not I could keep my energy clean and not get caught up in "things"


Even before I left San Francisco, preparing for the trip, there were things to overcome.


Like a lot of people in the bay area during a recent storm, I had to go through the unsettling experience of not having any power.


By nighttime I think I realized how easy it is to be un-prepared. I figured out I should go out to a store and bring back some candles and matches. Problem was I couldn't find my car keys in the dark.


The light from my cell phone proved to be a useful enough device, though it was tedious.


Along with that it has been cold in the bay area lately and I started the habit of sleeping in my clothes.


So there was this already pretense of survival consciousness I was dealing with before I left for the long journey to Las Vegas.


Usually I can drive long distances without really having to stop or rest, but the pre-trip inconveniences wore me out, plus the fact that I didn't really launch from San Jose, Ca., until after 12:00am Sunday Morning or late Saturday night.


Highway 5 is already kind of creepy -lonely without the possibility of rainstorms and driving an unfamiliar stretch hummer with some nearly bald tires affecting my confidence. 


I barely made it a hundred miles before I had to pull over and lay down in the passenger compartment. I guess I was more beat than I thought, because we had a timeline to be in Vegas by the early afternoon, I knew I could afford only a limited break.


Already I was disconnecting from the normalcy of being in secure surroundings and the idea of bedding in a narrow couch like row in a hummer was quite makeshift, but par for these types of journeys.


I should probably point out the owner of this vehicle had it customized with a gambling theme and a pretty wicked caricatures of the "joker" was painted inside the passenger compartment. Hardly the image of any purity I would want to see before dozing off, but that was the nature of this trip, a real mixed bag and somewhat preparing me for what I would come across in Las Vegas, perhaps.


I kept myself going (I don't drink coffee) by doing a series of decrees including calls to Archangel Michael and recorded Violet Flame calls and made it all the way to Bakersfield before I hit a wall and had to get into a hotel.


I checked into the cheap accommodations of a Motel 6 and in the wee hours of 6AM. Before I made it to my room and after finding an accommodating parking for that ridiculously long vehicle I came across some interesting encounters with some people that were still maneuvering around for whatever reason


I was surprised by a young girl who said she wasn't a minor who appeared to be hiding from something behind the hotel building and asked me if I could give her a ride home.


All sorts of life forms on this path.


Bakersfield has a marooned kind of aura to it anyhow with the fog and parts of it just kind of loom like a large truck stop and the strangeness of people just kind of oddly scurrying around by themselves at that hour was weird, but not unexpected.


Somehow, I got the sense I would see more of the underbelly of life on this journey as I myself pushed further and further into the environment of what Las Vegas would reveal to me, especially its energetic impact.


I did have many miles of travel through the natural landscapes of mountains, desert and rock formations that were quite beautiful and expansive, so I appreciated those periods.


Somehow I got the intuition to stop doing decrees right outside of arriving in "Vegas"


Las Vegas though poured out onto me in an altogether different realm than I might of thought I was ready for, especially the sights at night and the constant stream of duties I would have to meet as a Chauffeur.  


It felt like a living maelstrom was surrounding me. I know that millions of people come to Las Vegas to enjoy themselves and I hardly see myself in some sort of prudish fashion, but in only a few hours of being there I really could hardly combat the torrent of images all around me.


Strangely, I thought to do some decrees to offset the energy, then I felt an inner prompting, that to invoke spiritual light at that time would be like throwing a rock into a hornet’s nest.


So I just chilled. There was this sense of understanding in my mind that I had to be very deliberate. No Rambo type of behavior in a hurry to lob invocations calling for any judgment here.


I Really got the INNER understanding how in no way does the human will in us accomplish the Victory in any type of Spiritual warfare and how super grateful IAM to Archangel Michael.


This was no ordinary foray on a normal pleasure junket, that most people might come to this town for, and I myself would not choose to come here without reason, but I had purpose, though my inner child felt like fleeing.


I don't gamble, and have some difficulty in the nearness of the auras of so many people, plus there are other vices there, which could pull on momentums I’d rather not deal with.


After a bit, I resumed a more philosophical approach to being there.


I couldn't help but think again about what could possibly be my role and fortunately I had some access to Spiritual precepts the Ascended Masters had outlined about the different levels of engagement we can find ourselves in.


Getting back to what I started before, my mind continued to ponder.


I thought;


"...It is not always personal Karma alone that we find ourselves in certain circumstances, but perhaps a more complex level of occurrences that seem to defy our human understanding"


Again, perhaps oddly, in remembering the "teachings" I felt some comfort in my soul and outer nervousness began to dissipate.


I thought of the teaching in the bible, "with all thy getting, get understanding"


Like a lot of things "understanding" does not always set on us in an instant


I tried to "adapt" to Vegas as much as possible.


I had some funny moments because when I was younger some people used to think I look like the character "Dan Tanner" in the television show, "Vegas"


There is also a Spiritual admonition that the Ascended Masters recommend that you do not try and be too many levels of awareness beyond what people can tolerate.


Fortunately I already have a sometimes characteristically developed personality, so I can, "surfeit" myself in the language of the world when necessary. Sometimes too much so, by A.M. standards, but here it was useful.


At times I was teetering different levels of usefulness, but trying to maintain my objective to not find myself out of alignment with a certain standard.


You can only imagine, the temptations and the unending distractions in a city like this. If one wants to indulge himself as in my case, he has to only marginally try.


Before I left, I decided against bringing a book I have been reading, a classic esoteric account; "Life and teachings of the Masters of the Far East," because I thought I would not have any time or balanced inclination to read.


I sure wished now I had that little book to read to keep my mind anchored in some realm of higher reality, other than the constant and seductive enticements almost unendingly paraded before you.


Things were not happening in an orderly linear way either. I was tumbling in realms, really revolving alternate forces of desire and seeking some constancy.


I did not get some clues about what was happening till after I got back.


One was, this great little book out of print titled; "CHELASHIP," Practical Steps to Sponsorship on the Path of Personal Christhood, that can give us more than an average understanding of what could be occurring especially to a soul that has already entered into an initiation of life’s mysteries and hidden from an ordinary sense experience of most people.


Patricia Kaufman, the book's Author writes, "The Ascended Masters are our teachers, who give us lessons both in their etheric retreats to which our souls travel while out of the body at night, as well as on the streets of daily life in the physical plane."     


You could definitely say it felt like i was getting mine on these streets and in this venue of perpetual but powerful Maya.


I soon had my first bumpy encounter at the Las Vegas Hard Rock Cafe, where I ran aground the re-enforced guide bar that ran alongside this 30-foot vehicle.


Ouch, I thought when I heard that screeching and came out of the car to find a partly mangled and dented guide bar, and on my first night there.


Later, after realizing it was a large stone embedded as a divider (how stupid, I thought, when hotels do this) I quipped I ran into a hard Rock at the Hard Rock!


I found out Las Vegas has 14,000 cabs and over 4,000 limousines and it is primarily for an area along the "strip" from Russell Rd (South) to Sahara Rd (North side) and only several miles, so it really compacted, congested and fabulously ornamented in a dizzying display of neon. 


I must admit or offer that I had a premonition that I would do some work here in LV, when I came here about ten months ago on another limo run, but I quickly turned around at that time, perhaps rightfully sensing it would take inner work for me to be here for any period of time.


By the middle of the third day in Las Vegas I had started to really make some adaptations to the City and all of the energy.


It was helpful for me to get off the strip and walk around and connect with the "normal" people that lived there. It gave me a more manageable sense of being there. It was also helpful by now, I had relatively figured my way around most of the destinations and hotels I would be taking clients to and from.


I also saddled up to overviews and insights the local limo drivers could provide me about this town and discovered more of a sense of comfort ability and acceptance of what I was to do and learn here.


Still, there were some peculiar nuances of some of the people I had met that made me more acutely aware of how much this town is "wired" or dialed in to making money in almost any interactions.


I found that even in showing people the exotic vehicle I was driving, I was raked over a little bit as the same people tried to sell me watches, trinkets and even some Canadians who came to visit LV tried to enlist me in a bizarre MLM business to find things you lost.


I don't re-call being in a place where so many people were eager to interest me in some business or service, so quickly. It was like Hi! Hello, let me tell you about this and that opportunity, but it vibed of a shakedown and made things seem even more circus-like.


I soon came to see there were a whole fringe segment of people that tried to generate their lively-hoods from the millions of chance -encounters that this town generates.


Even the Limo drivers were opening my eyes to unique "opportunities" of compensation that seem to only happen in Vegas.


Getting "commission" from hookers and legalized brothels for bringing clients to them.


The Strip Clubs I would find would pay anywhere from $50-$140 per person just for dropping them (customers) off at their venues.


Now being in the Limo business for some time I knew we would already had those nights where the clients would have us take them to these establishments back in San Francisco, so I would do so, but it was not always my favorite thing to do.


Here, I found myself taking our own clients to these clubs and I didn't turn away any earnings they gave me, but I did wonder if an interesting turn of karma was related.


The following morning I walked out from my Palace Station Hotel room (hardly a luxury suite, more like a place roadies would stay) and went around to the drivers side of this 30ft Stretch Hummer limousine with all this gaudy array of yellow-orangish flames and these images of playing cards embedded in the paint.


I clicked on the remote and tried to normally open the door, but nothing happened.


Nothing it seemed I did could get the door open and I finally had to go through the passenger side and climb over a compartment (the passenger seat had been taken out) just to put the keys in the ignition and roll down the power window of the drivers side.


I would wind up having over the next two days having to climb in through the drivers side window by my estimation 50 times, and it was no easy feat.


At one point a limo driver I met had referred to me as "Larry the Cable guys Chauffeur" because I no longer was able to wear nice clothes, and with all the contorting I was doing, it was a little grimy and bunched up.


More than once I wondered about how the door just abruptly stopped working after that last drop-off at the strip club.


Having to pull myself through and hang my backside to people in getting in and out of a $150,000 custom limo was almost embarrassing, especially as I would get questioned by a phalanx of security personnel at the various hotels and casinos.


It became one of the moments I looked forward to the least and every time I did it I felt I was paying some type of penance through the discomfort on my 50 year old and long removed from a lithe athletic body. Fortunately I had some muscle strength and eventually I learned the best way to maneuver my frame, but as an average effort it was difficult.


I did began to both soften the encounters with people and tried to adapt to what one could expect from the nearly furious torrents of images, especially the level of which this city uses the image of the female body to sell or entice people to go somewhere.


What an adjustment in my focus I had to make. I was really a novice in finding the streets and venues and with these trucks, constantly circling with these rolling banners of over sized images of nearly naked women always being pushed in your face. It was like, “enough!”


I guess you just get anesthetized to it all.


Oddly I wondered and entertained what would I do if I had to work here? Even though there were many almost repulsive forays one might have to encounter on a daily basis, it was after all an obvious City of means and access.


I felt I could make money in this town, but at what price? And how could I cleave to an inner standard of consciousness or would even a Spiritual Titan begin an almost insurmountable descent or slide into nearly total compromise.


It would hardly be an easy initiation, but strangely I found things I could see myself liking about Vegas and wondered where and how could I access the independent nature and freedom loving spirit of Many people who live in Nevada.


Cities like Reno and Las Vegas are known to have many voices of open-mindedness that can include many metaphysical realities and possibilities and several radio show hosts and programs that broadcast here. So there is the element of Souls that either are already quickened or could be.


What would I do if Saint Germain inspired me through my own intuition to move there or I recognized strong signals there was some purpose the Ascended Masters wanted to accomplish and use me as a vehicle, could I do it? Would I be willing? Could I maintain my own equanimity?


I had been to Vegas before in the capacity when I was working for an organization as a bookseller of meta-physical and health titles, but I didn't remember it being so rugged or being so brutal on the Chakras.


In fact, there was some early understanding that had been passed on to me, how Las Vegas had been in previous ages an area of great light and purity but had suffered a significant inversion and downward spiral of the Spiritual energies of the people and the land.


The Ascended Masters teach that land masses also have "records" on the etheric and physical planes and where there was a great misuse of light those areas can become "wastelands" or deserted and absent of elemental life, but that souls embodied in those areas in previous times like Atlantis or Lemuria would tend to re-embody there.


I remember some  more information that the area of present day Las Vegas had actually held temples of light but had become desecrated through the perversions of the light of the divine mother.  Not an uncommon occurrence in many areas of modern cities, which we live in today.


Being in Las Vegas today, energetically I experienced many inner perceptions this was true. I felt like Las Vegas was an epicenter of the energies of Mammon or commercialization on many levels. Often at the expense of the Soul's higher purposes


I felt sadly that the people especially around the "strip" were drawn heavily into these vortexes of modern day "citadels of mammon" and unreality, to the detriment of a permanent sense of life immortal or Spiritual dimension. Not that there were no souls of light or pockets of Spiritual realms in Las Vegas.


There are teachings, that where there was or is a great light there is also the drawing in of the more base, dark and even sinister energies. Light attracts darkness.


In a capsule I knew I had too little of a brief stay to surmise what was really going on here or what could be the Ascended Masters purposes or my own Karma if any for now at least.


I kept getting the "mind-thought" that I was to be on "observation" and both take in some fact finding and that the Ascended Masters we also evaluating me and seeing how I reacted here and the impact on my four lower bodies.


I have seen it before where I would later get an "assignment" to go back to a place I had previously visited and I may have been in my outer consciousness unaware of my reason for being there at that time.


Las Vegas, felt like somewhere in time and space a purpose was looming.


For now, I was grateful that I would be leaving.


I think the book is open still on what can be happening for me with Las Vegas. I know for now there is a time for reflection and a summation of all the influences being in that type of environment had on me.


I will have to monitor my attunement and see if I have any new opportunities to return to that city. I will say this if it comes I feel I will be more prepared. I think I will try and get out along the outskirts of the "strip" at least and I already feel a sort of "interest" in the possibility of other realms of understanding that may be revealed to me.


I can remember "Leaving Las Vegas" in the early morning and I was pretty much clear past the last Casino's before the California border and rather happy to be in the desert past the sights, the sounds and "Vegas" became a distant and fading image in my rear view mirror as I joyously raised my voice in dynamic decrees.


I can't remember being so grateful to coming into California, which of course has its own set of issues.

Interestingly enough I pulled into Barstow and felt drawn to go to a "Del Taco" restaurant and drove into the parking lot with that long stretch Hummer of which the site drew an appreciative group of people to notice.


Inside I met and dialogued with a group of retired men who gathered it seemed regularly at Del Taco to have coffee and share their fellowship.


It was a nice interchange between us, a little whimsical, a little informative as we shared stories. It helped me see people are really pretty similar in basic needs. I showed them the car, we laughed. It was quite an unusual experience for them in that small town. For me it was a grateful down to earth feeling, I needed.


Wow, it was quite a bit to absorb being to, and through Las Vegas. I was very much grateful to be heading home with my insights and the ponderings of my soul. I don't know what I was feeling really, there were a lot of mixed feelings, a little forlorn, a little relieved, somewhat uncertain about some things, I really wanted to rest.


On some levels I felt a greater appreciation for the Spiritual understandings of life I have been given.


Though we just don't see them with our eyes, the Masters, the Angels or Saint Germain, I know they are there, guiding us, illuminating things. I am glad we have more in our potential than the life we have created on this earth, that we can have more of a Vision of the "reality" that is presented to us, that is bantered about by others and their ideas.


It showed me where we have to maintain our own sense of vision and divine direction or the choices presented to us can quite easily reflect a sense consciosness quite un-appealing in form and vibration.


It Made me feel kind of inspired again, desiring of keeping on with the Vision and hopes of being a co-creator with the Divine.


I wondered what would come next? Interesting Path, this life.


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