Tuesday, 1 November, 1994
Michael: Hullo, Bivalia; I'm back again, although I don't quite know why.
Bivalia:[a] Good evening to you, too, Michael; and it doesn't matter whether
or not you know why. You want to be with me; and that is sufficient.
I notice that you seem to be channelling me more and more often recently.
You have each channelling from me in a separate word-processing file, each of
which has a name consisting of 8 digits, specifying the year, month, and date the
channelling took place. A simple look at these names in ascending order shows
that you began in 1990, resumed in 1994, during which year you began by
channelling only once every two months or so, then working up to 2 or more
sessions within a single week. This increased frequency has to mean something,
surely.
Michael: I suppose it could well do.
Bivalia: You are stepping up your vibrations a lot by doing these
channellings. You got quite high at times, especially during the long 27-page
job on the 15th of October, didn't you? Only so could you say, round about page
12, that you would have to stop soon because you were tired and your fingers were
sore from typing, yet continue right on, almost continuously right up to the 27th
page (plus a 3-page postscript), simply going on from the sheer momentum of
thoughts that came through. Truly you had much help in your channelling that
night; and other nights too, but I think that session was special somehow, as I
think you do too.
Michael: Yes, I think you're right. I've also noticed, the last couple
of times, when I pause before starting typing to call on God and a number of
Masters, that I seem to get muscle twitches almost instantly, which then stop
when I start typing. Could that be caused by the energy that I'm receiving
from those I'm calling upon?
Bivalia: I think it could be. Your body is still not yet quite used to
receiving this sudden energy.
Michael: Well, I hope it does get used to it. It's the same sort of
thing that happens at Ra Leah's during a channelling when the Master concerned
starts us on a guided meditation. It can be quite bad, enough to jerk my
whole body, and I don't like it much, and it rather puts me off the whole idea
of meditation.
Bivalia: It will pass in time; but all the time, your vibrations are
increasing. You are improving your situation all the time by channelling me,
talking to the Masters, and by attending the channellings.
Michael: I hope so; but I must admit I don't always understand what the
Masters are saying, but I seem to keep going all the same. I seem to be
hooked.
Bivalia: Good. I think someone, maybe Ra Leah herself, said to you, didn't
they, that the words are there merely to keep us entertained whilst we soak up
the vibrations, which are the really important part?
Michael: Yes, I think she did once say something to that effect a couple
of weeks ago. Anyway, I've been going since March, and I haven't missed a
single Friday, and have insisted on going even on a couple of occasions when
it really was rather inconvenient.
Bivalia: The Masters are very pleased with your steadfast attendance, and
so am I. We all thank you for your contribution to those evenings, and we assure
you you are doing much good work there, and in between too, however much you may
be unaware of that work. But one day you will become more aware of it.
Michael: That would be nice, and I suppose that would really hook me
irrevocably.
Bivalia: I suspect you're irrevocably hooked anyway. Weekly attendance for
nearly 8 months without missing a day is not to be sniffed at.
Michael: Well, I guess it's company, at least, and I do tend to have a
very lonely life.
Bivalia: That's right, explain it all away. We all know how your mind
works.
Michael: I'm going to Ra Leah's tomorrow for another session with
Sananda. Ra Leah told me a few days ago that Serapis Bey also wants to join
us. On her way home from the T---- [b] weekend (which I didn't go to), she
called in on G., who channelled Serapis Bey; and because I'd told Ra Leah
that last week I dreamed about Serapis Bey twice in quick succession, she
asked him about this, both privately, then through G. She was told that
Serapis Bey is working on my emotional body, although exactly what that means
I haven't been yet told. I suppose I must have picked this up in the dreams.
Michael: I remember nothing of one dream, except that there had been a
sense of his presence somehow, as if I could feel his personality somehow. In
the other, I seem to remember passing him in a corridor, and for some reason
we didn't have time to stop, but as we passed I just shared a joke with him.
I remember nothing of any of the few words that passed between us, but there
was just a sense that we were on quite familiar, friendly terms.
Michael: It's strange, actually. I think I first heard of him at the
Crea workshop, just heard a mention of his name from someone there, plus the
fact that he apparently had an even fiercer reputation than El Morya for
strictness; you know, people made jokes about both of them cracking their whip
of discipline, really working you hard, and all that. This didn't sound
terribly inviting, actually, but when El Morya channelled at the Crea
workshop, he seemed quite okay, not fierce at all. He was almost a pussy-cat
after what I had heard people say about him. Definite and strong, perhaps,
but that seems all right.
When I first heard that Serapis Bey was apparently even fiercer still,
this almost intrigued me; I had never heard him channel at that point, and
even now, I have heard little channelling from him, so he was a mysterious
figure in a way. But I must say he seemed quite all right when he channelled
through Ra Leah some weeks ago. Powerful, but quite approachable; and he
seemed quite pleased with my progress; so I think I'm feeling closer to him
now than before. I may make jokes about putting a thick book in my underpants
when he's due to come (an old trick of schoolboys about to be caned) [c], but it's
only a joke, and I feel quite okay about him channelling (and El Morya too),
and am not in the least scared of asking them questions or making comments.
Bivalia: Of course. They may have a definiteness of manner that provokes
this fierce reputation (which is mostly joking, anyway), but of course they are
full of love, and are glad you feel free to approach them when you feel the need
of their help. Don't worry; you have no need to fear their whip of discipline.
Michael: That's good; but I'm afraid I'm not very good at self-discipline.
Bivalia: They are more understanding of that, and of why, than you may
think. But that is one thing they are here to help you with. Don't worry about
it.
Michael: I'm not; although I try to be open to the Masters, and want to
cooperate with them, to some extent I do have the attitude that they can take
me as they find me, it that doesn't sound too cheeky.
Bivalia: It doesn't at all; that is quite a good way to think, as long as
it doesn't make you become don't-carish, which I don't think is a problem you
need to worry about.
Michael: I wonder whether Ra Leah meant that tomorrow Serapis Bey would
channel words, or whether she meant he would simply be there working with us,
but leaving the talking to Sananda.
Bivalia: I suppose you will find out in a little over 12 hours.
Michael: I suppose so. One of the dreams about Serapis Bey happened the
same night as the dream about the M. family I discussed with you a few
days ago, but for some reason I didn't mention it. I suppose I got
sidetracked by the bit about the M. family, and forgot to mention it.
Bivalia: I think Serapis Bey will forgive you - this time at least.
Bivalia: Just joking, just joking. You will be glad to know we do have a
sense of humour, and a sense of fun, in the higher realms.
Well, do you have any interesting news for me?
Michael: No, not really. That's why I said at the beginning that I
didn't know why I was starting this session.
Yesterday, I visited Mum and Dad, stayed the night (as has been the usual
pattern while they live so far away in North Croydon), and today, Melbourne
Cup Day, we went to Peter's and Annamarie's for a barbecue. (Peter's my elder
brother, and Annamarie is his wife.) Janet S., my cousin's wife,
was there too, and it was nice to see her. Richard wasn't there, because they
recently separated; but I'm glad we're not going to lose touch with Janet,
because she's a nice person.
When Richard and Janet migrated to Australia from England some years ago,
I think I felt a bit nervous about meeting Janet, because I'd never met her
before, and I thought I wouldn't know what to say to her. I'm often a bit
uneasy about meeting strangers, but I needn't have worried: Janet is the sort
of person whom you can meet, speak with for 5 minutes, and just have that
familiar feeling with as if you've known her all your life.
Bivalia: Yes, she is a lovely person, isn't she?
Michael: She's very easy to talk to.
Bivalia: Well, I hope you had an enjoyable time with your family.
Michael: I guess so. And I did something really radical, too. They all
put a dollar or two on a horse for the Melbourne Cup race, and somehow I was
talked into doing the same, something I've never done before.
Bivalia: Oooh, how dare you! You sinner, you! 127,327 years in
hellfire and brimstone for that, at the very least!...
How much did you win?
Michael: Not a brass razoo. I'm down a dollar. None of us won a thing.
Having decided to go into this, in my usual fashion I started doing it
properly, asking questions about odds and all that, and Mum said, "You don't
worry about the odds." When I said that wasn't rational, she said, "Of
course it isn't rational"; she obviously had a very light-hearted
attitude to the whole thing - she backed a horse with an injured leg because
she felt sorry for it and thought it deserved to win (although I assume the
wound was sufficiently healed for it to be deemed not to impair the horse's
performance). With odds of 20 to 1 (which meant it wasn't considered to have
a damn chance of winning), she said, "Those are the sort of odds I like".
I don't suppose I was too serious about the odds, either, but I'm the
sort of person who tends to go into things like that.
Bivalia: And how did you come to do such a radical thing as to bet on a
horse?
Michael: Oh, they were talking about having a flutter and going up to the
T.A.B., and they asked me whether I wanted to. I said "no" at first, but they
seemed to say things like "Come on, just once a year", in a joking sort of
way, and I just sort of laughed and went along with it. I could afford to
lose a dollar, and while I think gambling can be foolish, I don't take a moral
high ground on it, so I saw nothing wrong with doing it. It just seemed
easier than arguing why I don't gamble. It's difficult to say; it just seemed
the appropriate thing to do in that situation, and I don't claim gambling is
immoral anyway, just foolish if overdone, and perhaps pointless most of the
time.
Bivalia: You are becoming more open and flexible, my friend, and this is
good. Not that I advocate gambling (or total abstention from gambling either,
for that matter), but the point is that you are getting better at using your
intuition and deciding what is appropriate for a given situation, instead of
blindly following inflexible rules and principles, which do not always take
account of particular situations.
While the laws and moral principles that are laid down for humanity as a
whole may have to be firm, and may not be able to afford to take account of
special cases, when it comes to you yourself, you are now sufficiently evolved to
be able to make exceptions to principles you usually hold and yet ensure that in
such departure you do not do anything inappropriate that might hurt others or
yourself.
You were able to do this, because you knew that you were not even in the
slightest danger of becoming an addicted gambler, and you were able to see that
in that situation joining in would enable you to feel more fellowship with your
family, with whom you were spending the day anyway. You were able to see that in
that situation, such fellowship could be more important than inflexible
dedication to a principle of abstaining from gambling, and you were able to do
that because you knew that one dollar at most was at stake, which you decided you
could chance without any trouble.
It may surprise you, but I am able to see this incident as a good
indication about the spiritual progress you are making. You may be glad to know
that the Masters you talk with agree with me on this.
Michael: I didn't for one moment think they were condemning what I did.
Bivalia: Of course not. Total abstention from gambling is probably, for
most people, vastly preferable to uncontrolled devotion to gambling, but there
can be a middle ground, and you were able to find your own middle ground there
without any trouble. A devotion to discovering what is most appropriate for your
Higher Self in a given situation is much more important than a blind and rigid
devotion to any fixed principle, however right that principle might be in general.
Michael: I suppose so. Robert and Katherine put a bet on horses too (or
their parents did on their behalf), and they were most upset indeed when they
didn't win. Robert's horse in particular was way ahead in the first half of
the race (which we watched on television), which I think increased his
disappointment when that horse fell behind. He was quite tearful for some
time after that. And Katherine was a bit tearful, too. When Peter, Mum, and
probably almost everyone else said to them, "We didn't win either",
or "If you place a bet you must be prepared to lose", they were not in the
least receptive to little homilies like this.
Bivalia: They are still young, and things get to you more easily when you
are young. But I'm sure they will have forgotten about it by the same time
tomorrow, if not much sooner. It will not help them develop an unhealthy degree
of interest in gambling, at least.
Michael: I suppose not. Well, like I said, I don't quite know why I
started this session, but I don't think I have much more to say, and because
I'm due at Ra Leah's tomorrow at 1 p.m., I don't want to be late going to bed
tonight, either.
Bivalia: You don't have to make excuses, and you don't have to think you
aren't being serious enough with me, either. In case you haven't guessed yet, I
can be quite light-hearted at times, and enjoy a good joke just as much as you
do. It matters not in the least if a session is occasionally relatively light;
it's probably quite good for both of us to do that sometimes. And you don't need
to think you have a quota of pages to fill in a session. It might be an
interesting exercise one day to see how short a session you can do without being
entirely empty of content. Perhaps one day you might do only one page and yet
say something you wanted to share, at least some little thing. Perhaps you might
one day have a one-paragraph session just to share some little fugitive thought
with me.
Michael: Well, perhaps, but not tonight. I'm actually rather tired, and
want to go to bed soon. I don't think I got quite enough sleep last night.
Bivalia: Perhaps you might like to come back after your session with
Sananda and Serapis Bey, if you want to discuss it with me.
Michael: Maybe; but I can't guarantee anything in advance. Anyway, let's
not dilly-dally, stringing out the farewells for ever. I think I'll leave it
now, and say thank you and good-night.
Bivalia: Thank you, and good-night, then.
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