Stepping into Light | Catherine Viel

By Catherine Viel, January 18, 2024

(Golden Age of Gaia)

January 17, 2024

Seek not to oppress the weak by wrongful might;…
Care to dispend according to thy store,
And in like sort be mindful of the poor.
~William Byrd, Care for Thy Soul as Thing of Greatest Price

It occurred to me that one reason this whole surgery escapade is so disruptive is because it would reverse the pecking order of “who’s taken care of first?” in our household. 

In our home, probably as with most caring human communities, those who are least able to care for themselves are taken care of first. As the (usually) most capable family member, I apparently need the least care. By allowing myself to be incapacitated by major elective surgery and thrust to the top of the neediness pecking order, I am taking away the family support struts. 

Propping up those struts with paid assistance to do my manifold “jobs” is taking monumental planning and effort on my part. I’ve always known that this would be the case if anything happened to me. No wonder I’ve been putting this off for years.

It also occurred to me that this seemingly natural human order, to take care of the neediest first, has been slyly reversed by planetary controllers, both human and other than human. A great deal of bureaucracy, worldwide, sprinkles droplets of resources to the neediest. But from what I understand, the enormous lion’s share of planetary resources is hoarded by those who need it least. The wealthy, the uber-wealthy, and the otherworldly wealthy. 

I wonder if one reason for the purported panic of D********e players is that what I believe is the natural human order of caring for all, starting with neediest, is being restored. It’s said there are more than enough resources to abundantly sustain everyone and everything on Planet Earth. Apparently the controllers who have hoarded wealth for millennia don’t see it that way. Perhaps, like monstrously spoiled brats, they don’t want to share their toys.

I daydream of a time when all beings are supported as they need to be. No one will ever have to scramble as I am scrambling to cover the home bases so they can temporarily step off the stage of responsibility.

My daydream is filled with sunshine and flowers nodding in the breeze, a meandering brook, a sparkling blue sky. I imagine those who continue to scheme at destroying and annihilating humans recoil from that same vision. 

Not that I wish ill on anybody, not really…still, I gleefully contemplate the day when my daydream-come-true discomfits our oppressors, if any are left to witness as New Earth steps forward into her Light.