There’s only so much attention that one can put on the bleak and depressing realities of this rapidly deteriorating world. One evening not too long ago I was in need of have a few laughs so I went into in a local college club that was having a student improvisation comedy show. I sat at the bar near the door not because I wanted to drink but just so I could check things out and leave inconspicuously if it didn’t turn out to be very entertaining.
The waitress, I’m going to call her Hope because even though it’s not her name it certainly could be, also doubled as a bartender and she was busy carding a young guy near me who just made it age wise to legally get a drink.
After she served him his beer I said, “I’d order one too but I left my ID at home.” Without missing a beat she replied, “I think I can let it slide…this time.” Her response was rather disarming, an icebreaker that put me at ease, especially since I don’t drink and it’s a much younger college crowd. Spending as much time as I do in relative solitude, I treasure opportunities to engage and exchange views with a broad spectrum of people of different ages, races, cultures, etc.
I was about to see if the comedy group was entertaining but then, as Hope was cleaning the top of the bar near me, I noticed that there was a word tattooed on the inner part of her wrist that I couldn’t quite make out. Catching my curiosity she lifted her arm and turned her wrist towards me. “Enough”, that was the single word. At first I thought that it was probably an expression of youthful defiance, a warning and a command to anyone who would try to impose their views or limitations on her. But before I could even ask she corrected my unspoken assumption. To my great delight, Hope was already very clear that she was…enough. One of the most destructive core beliefs carried by so many people had not taken any root in her. Quite to the contrary; and this was as I would learn, no case of overblown, unfoundedly positive self-esteem.
There was also a serpentine Mayan tattoo on her upper arm; to me it was surprisingly tasteful and interesting. She told me that a friend of hers has essentially the same tattoo but done with the colors reversed; a rather deliberate and caring acknowledgement of their close friendship that only they would probably be aware of. Hope then showed me a photograph on her phone of a large tattoo of the OM symbol within a rose, which is otherwise concealed by her clothes. Also not visible is a tattoo on her side displaying this insight, “Our brothers and sisters are there with us from the dawn of our personal stories to the inevitable dusk”. Though lacking familiarity with the denizens of drinking establishments and those who serve them, I suspected that I hadn’t met an exactly stereotypical representative of that culture.
It occurred to me that when I was first trying to start the body art fad, in 1963, Hope’s parents were probably only about five years old. And here she was now amply tattooed and also sporting a few of what are usually for me the most shiver producing adornments…piercings. I can understand the tattoo thing, it’s been around for thousands of years and while people can argue that so have piercings, I still have a problem with what I think is basically a form of self-mutilation being considered as highly aesthetic in the supposedly civilized world. Why is walking around looking like a display in a hardware story considered anything other than unpleasantly bizarre? But there was something incongruous and yet so disarmingly casual about the way Hope discussed her piercings, the nose ring and removable things that created large holes in her earlobes, that completely diffused my aversion.
Whatever the comedy group was doing hadn’t grabbed my attention; I was so curious about this young person. That she didn’t drink, let alone do any drugs, also surprised me. Based on her appearance I had initially assumed a number of things about her, all of which were dispelled, one after another, by her matter of fact comments and responses to my questions. No offense was intended and she took none. Clear-headed, responsible and putting herself through school, it made me wonder if I’d missed other enlightening exchanges because I’d initially regarded other young, similarly adorned people as merely contemporary conformists. Certainly the rebellious in each generation think they are being unique while adopting the gear, markings and mannerisms that solidify their conformity. I couldn’t have been happier that Hope was giving me some unexpected and unintended lessons; she was certainly far less cynical than I was discovering myself to be.
Hope comes from a family where her parents are, amazingly, still together and happy. Her mother got a grant for a program she created to help young people who had abuse issues and Hope was already pursuing a degree in social work herself. She told me that since going out on her own she has worked primarily as a bartender, which her mother also had done. She’d already had a fair amount of adventure in her young life. In addition to having traveled through Alaska with her family, when she was in the sixth grade Hope took a several week long tour with a group of children she’d never met before, from other schools, through various east coast states that culminated in their attending Obama’s first inauguration. When Hope said she’d raced motocross from age 7 until she “retired” at about 17, I at first didn’t realize that she meant motorbikes, which probably would have been obvious to anyone else. She also has a good relationship with her father; they went skydiving together on her 18th birthday. And yet for all of her adventures, openness and self revealing, Hope describes herself as an introvert because of how she processes and extracts meaning from the experiences in her life.
All hasn’t been cheerful and exciting though, Hope’s brother, who’s a couple of years older than she is, got a bit messed up with drugs and alcohol for a while. He fathered a baby with a slightly older girlfriend and then finally straightened himself out. Hope was there for him while he was going through the rough times, also helping to care for his son, whose birthday’s inscribed within the tattoo of a wolf on her back. I successfully resisted the impulse to lecture Hope on the unhealthy aspects of having metal laden inks embedded into her skin; I was learning far more than I could possibly teach.
Like many other university students here Hope balances the day-to-day challenges of work and school. She’s figuring how out to afford to replace her old car, with 175,000 miles on it, with something more reliable to get to and from her morning and evening jobs, and to her classes in between. It’s a high priority especially with winter approaching up here. She juggles her social life, dating, family visits, etc., in the mix.
I suddenly noticed that the place had grown empty and quiet. The improve group had left, taking their audience along with them. I was concerned that I had monopolized Hope’s time and prevented her from doing her job. But, silly me, of course she’d managed to handle it all quite nicely, cleaning the place up while she tattooed her experiences on the canvas of my curious mind.
Hope’s already packed a lot into her life as she approaches her next birthday; she’s 20 going on 21…or perhaps 210. Because she views half-birthdays as equally important, and depending on how early in life she was able to convey that to her family, she could have already had 39 celebrations joyfully marking her presence on Earth.
Hope should be anticipating a nice…normal life. She will graduate, move out into the world and make her unique contribution to it, have a family, live a long and happy life, etc. Certainly, like many in her generation she’s aware of some of the things that are now, but shouldn’t be considered, normal like climate change, pollution, and pesticides in our foods. But I think about all that has been kept from her – from everyone – about the real and as yet unimaginable magnitude and still unfolding consequences of the environmental destruction, of the BP disaster, Fukushima, and the increasingly ceaseless, mad military marches, all of which are contributing to the fulfillment of the Henoch Prophecies.
Along with the majority of the world, Hope and her generation know nothing of this entire, massive body of information, and the decades long, carefully measured attempt on the part of Billy Meier and the Plejaren extraterrestrial human race to warn humankind and assist us to avoid our otherwise impending self-destruction. Unaware of its existence, let alone of the enormous, so far sinisterly successful suppressive efforts of a dark order, the people (young and old) are targeted, bombarded with endless entertainment, sports, celebrities, trendy techno toys, pointless political charades, and religious delusion, i.e. the plethora of ultimately utterly useless pursuits that keep them distracted from real life and their now almost certain fate as bio-chipped servants of the State (number 40.). The current consensus reality is already almost indistinguishable from the forewarned phantasmagoria (127.)
There is no joy in casting a dark and despairing pale over things. But does it truly serve the innocent, or the willfully ignorant, to not show the contrast between that which we should be nurturing and celebrating in life and that which is lurking like an ominous, largely unseen, suffocating cloud, descending over us all? Those, like Hope, who don’t get numb and blindly succumb to it all are the exceptions. Certainly, such relatively new arrivals, and those yet to come, who are inheriting this mess of a world will still need all the inner strength and real help they can get.
She has chosen to have one final tattoo. It will indelibly express, “Children of light as you go fourth into the world seek to render gentle service to all that lives.” But knowing that this tender thought reflects her conscious awareness of the interconnectedness that is real love made me realize something that must be broadly told and known by us all.
There is still…Hope.
Sweet Michael… There is hope…. 🙂
Very nicely done…Good reporting…..
Very good point that it is possible to overlook something hopeful because we fail to look past what we see on the surface. What an interesting experience you had, because you were open and ready for it. Makes me wonder how many times I might see evidence of hope and simply fail to recognize it.
When I saw the title of this blog I thought it had to do with World War 3. That’s what I was hoping it was about. Unfortunately it wasn’t, but it was a nice story/read anyway. Thanks MH!
It depends, doesn’t it?
It could be about WW III…or any number of other things we’d like to prevent, or accomplish. There are keys to it in what Hope has done in her life, without consciously even knowing or thinking about about the things that many of us do. But she already embodies certain levels of understanding, thinking and acting. We can learn form many people.
So true. Imo we need more stories around a bonfire. It’s so amazing to see Billy’s [predictive] words come true in my own sphere of the life, I mean the positive ones. We’ve had so much depressing words, we could all use a little uplifting story now and then. It was a really awesome share MH, sorry I didn’t give you props before. Hope you won’t mind, but initials are a pretty cool way to address, imo. That’s really cool.
Hey, TR, I was moved glad you are too.
A very moving and beautiful story as well as well written. The story of Hope 🙂
I have an interesting experience today at work. Working at the city parking garage I see 300/400 cars on their way out. Although I don’t have such a lengthy conversation, I do see an extremely wide variety of peoples both in culture and age. It is so very true in that you cannot tell the truly genuine from the way they look, I have been surprised more times than I can count.
After working this job for 3 years I found that quite a few people, mostly women, in cars were not even acknowledging my bare minimum word exchange, such as “Hello” “Thank you” today, which was very odd. They just looked at me in a blank stare, a vague vacantly. Now it is normal to get such people but not as many as I was having today. I became to wonder if there was food on my face or something much worst, I even looked in the mirror to check. 😀
It is interesting that I assumed so quickly this odd behavior had something to do with me! I found out later in the afternoon there had been a funeral at the catholic church across the way. Go figure, huh!
How true how very very true.
It’s unbelievable how much of the world passes by our senses due to our preoccupation with distractions and inattention to details where the devil is thus opportunity to learn passes us by.
It seems again and again that you can learn so much from the modest as well as the outlandish backgrounds where you least expected to and I am always surprised or rather people are full of surprises Amen.
Matter of fact you are full of surprises Michael
Where do you get such inspiration or rather do you inspire inspiration to come to you.
This article about “Hope” says quite a lot to me Michael. In so much as it makes me realize that looks can cause a preconceived notion about others, before actually getting to truly find out who they are. The fact that not all these new arrivals are swimming in cynicism is a relief to many including myself. Thanks for sharing ” Hope” with the rest of us. Maybe next time I find myself in a similar situation, I’ll suspend my attempt fit that person into a preconceived category and resist my own cynicism and commentary and JUST LISTEN.
It was really long, not that it’s bad, but a little too much for me to digest, but I think I got the gist. I had a similar experience one night myself [that I would like to share], on the night that my old life finally reached the point where it all shattered and I got really angry, I was waiting miserably for the bus, cursing Billy and the truth like a spoiled kid, and then suddenly I met a younger person than me – probably only 17 or so – standing by the bus stop, too. I was really miserable and so I sharply asked him if he knew where I could get weed, finally deciding then that I was not going to fight against the ways of my hometown anymore where that kind of thing is commonplace, but when I saw his face I felt that it was wrong so I was curt and say never mind, on account of him being just a teenager. He had such a unique appearance, not like anybody I’d seen before in Cambridge, so I asked him a little bit about himself, although I don’t remember what I asked. All I remember was that his voice was so gentle and disarming, it was … well, I thought then, almost immediately, that he was an ET. Then I asked him, “Do you ever feel like you’re not from this planet?” and he said yeah in the same casual way. Maybe he thought I was a bit loopy, since I was very skinny at that point, and now look at me ramble a bit, too. But it was just something, and looking back I wish I had tried to talk to him… but I’d already recently made the mistake of talking to openly about Billy to a guy who in retrospect I should NOT have told him about it, plus I was very exhausted and a bit nervous to strike up a conversation, so I let the opportunity go…
But, I won’t forget his voice or his appearance, and how gentle and disarming his manner was. I couldn’t help but wonder what his life had been like, who his parents were, that helped him to become the personality he was, but somehow it felt like he was also just wise. And I feel like it would have been there even if he wasn’t so healthy and robust-looking. It gave me a feeling of hope.
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I hope you don’t feel overcome by my words, like… I’m trying to one-up you. I just felt like sharing, too. I had a similar experience, albeit up here in Canada. It’s nice.. if you asked me.
Tyler, I live in Kitchener, and there are very many of that kind of people around. You see them at “The Working Centre” downtown sometimes. Some of them are people who are helping youth with addiction issues etc. You see them up at the universities among the students. They are here. It is my belief that people from other “places” are incarnating on the earth at the present time, and I am hopeful for the future. . . . .
Carolyn,
The problem with “belief” of course is that it isn’t the same as factual knowledge. A more careful read pod the the information, including how reincarnation works, will clarify your erroneous idea that people are coming here from other worlds now to incarnate here. Apart from how reincarnation works, who would be that crazy?
BEAM.
There’s nothing to stop the more highly developed beings from incarnating here. But you are right, Michael, why on earth would they want to???? Malona. . . . could it be “Middle Earth”?
I come to the realization that there is “Hope” just often enough for me to maintain my hope. One occasion that I’ll never forget is working as a long term substitute teacher ten years ago. I literally left that assignment after three months feeling as if I should go to the hospital from the stress. But there was one student who came to me after class one day and said, “Will you help me? I want to learn but I just don’t understand.” I had offered to tutor students after school previously. She was so sincere in her request and also distraught and frustrated by the other students behavior which kept her from learning along with a less than supportive home life that I nearly cried. She only came a few days after school for help and then stopped, but her desire to become a better human being was very moving to me even though she eventually gave up. Many, many people on this planet don’t have much of a chance at life, but there is always “Hope.”
Yes, we all need to remin edd ourselves every now and then that hope actually does, as the saying goes, spring eternal. So often these days young people seem incapable of any rational or critically objecyive thinking, then these reminders, so aptly illustrated in your personal experience, Michael, come along. I am just off to a uni class in which the best student has asked for a copy of the ES v2 paper. I will be giving it to her for her critical attention within the hour. Hope so often springs up when we think it is gone. All we often need do then is just show up or hang in there, at the class, the event, the bar…wherever. The wonderful thing about hope is that it doesn’t usually end there; it moves on into various forms of positivity.
Well Chris seeing the time in one long stretch second by second, minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day, week by week, month by month, year by year and decade by decade into millennia helps to solidify Hope as the up and down vicissitude of life can be measuredly and quite wisely overcome and dealt with Cos nothing lasts forever, not even suffering, pain, destitution, anguish, worry, problems, heartache, conflicts, wars and so on.
Life and the fact that one lives, breathes and exists itself gives one all the hope there is despite the tumultuous turmoil existing around us.
We will eventually grow out of our destructive infantile imbecility so that instead of hoping for a change and a better tomorrow we will no longer need for such hope when we finally arrive.
At least for me much is given to the creation of Hope, I for one do not know what I would do without it!
It seems in a world filled with such great lies that the truth lies not far beneath the surface with many, if they know it or not. Even the most delusional can shine in the light of the truth if just given the chance, mainly from themselves. An interesting thought to see and think of how far the polarizations of reality to the lies go. How often and far the beliefs swing within the truth. All to often we all break through the fog only to be inundated back within it… what will it take to break these chains and finally free ourselves from such diverse ‘beliefs’, addictions, politics, violence of all kinds to name but a few….
We do face such a traumatic future that those whom do pay attention must live through it partially now at this very moment. What can we hope for other than living and seeing it now to maybe, hopefully change it for the good in some way. It seems many people have the ability to see and understand the past, present, future but have lost the hope to do anything about it. They don’t want to live it today and would rather intensify and push it of onto someone else in another time. Though the thoughts are there… the power has lost hope to even plainly see and acknowledge it today.
Not really knowing you Michael other than meeting you ones, reading and listening to you for many, many years I would have to say this is a side of you that shows how normal and yet serious this all is. In that unlike what many people seem to ‘think’, this is not some fantastical, glamorous, glitzy nonsense, but real grit filled life! The gods that we are all individually destine to be seems to always eventually shine through us all at one time or another…. It is a good thing that we have hope because at this point in the game we need all we can get!!
Hope, gope and cope
Jope
Hope that we learn the truth of our human created beliefs however we individually must.
Gope that it happens sooner than later.
Cope with the world that is filled with those whom perpetuate its nonsense knowingly or not.
Jope that I am not alone here and amongst those that see the truth as worthy of fighting for, and not against.
We have to have hope to keep us moving forward more than ever, knowing that we are destine for something better than what we have created here on this earth. It seems hope is something all of us have no matter our beliefs, or lack there of.
Though I don’t agree with many things religion has to offer and am far past needing to be anywhere near it to see, feel, and understand its degenerative vibrations perpetuated by gods within themselves humans. Whom am I to judge. I can only speak the truth as many others including myself see it.
I can only hope that more people take the words seriously and live by them so we may move forward… though someday I probably will move and float on vast bodies of water as well….
Michael,
Yes, I see changes everywhere; there has been a degree of awakening, a light at the end of the tunnel if you will. You have taken on the most important, the most meaningful and the most purpose driven task of all – serving humanity where it matters most. Yes, it is mostly a thankless task at times especially when someone directs their causeless/purposeless/meaningless anger towards you, Billy and the Plejarens. Remember, you are striving and evolving as a result as everyone is; there is a reason for the mess. You work harder than the many and you have carved out a place in history because of that fact. But at the end of the day you/we can only do what you/we can do, no more. Yes we must take it all serious but we shouldn’t take it inside; there needs to be a metaphorical, checking it at the door – everything in balance.
P.S. Thank you
Nice blog Michael. I certainly “Hope” that we can get things on track as a collective humanity. That bit of hope can only become a reality if the truth grows even larger throughout the world; either that or we’ll be singing the same old song.
Hope is a mystery of the universe.
Nice story Michael, I have a Son and a daughter of young age to whom I speak a lot in every opportunity that I have, it’s good to see that they listen and understand, and many young people does too. They love piercing and tattoos, it’s a sign of the age i think. But talking about tattoos I have a question that I hope that you can answer for me, Billy has tattooed an anchor on his hand, I find it very appealing, but I was wondering the meaning of that tattoo, do you know anything about it? .
Thank you, Great Job as usual.
Agreed, I think that is a good question for Mike to mediate with CF and can I ask you a question Mike to relay to them? My brother presented to me to relay to them about remembering dreams due to default of a brain injury?
I didn’t see Silvana’s question before. I think that Billy got his tattoos decades ago when he was in the French Foreign Legion and/or perhaps with another group. There were/are lots of soldiers and sailors who got tattoos in the military, in many countries.
I suggest writing to FIGU at info@figu.org and/or waiting just a few days to ask questions on the FIGU forum, when it opens up again.
Speaking of OM tattoos, my reaction is always whether or not they get the correct symbol:
http://www.futureofmankind.co.uk/Billy_Meier/gaiaguys/Om.htm
Not the incorrect symbol:
http://www.amazon.com/Ohm-Symbol-Wall-Sticker-Decal/dp/B007GOQF52
such as the upside down peace symbol we see everywhere:
http://www.futureofmankind.co.uk/Billy_Meier/And_there_shall_be_peace_on_earth…
Here are a few quotes from Billy’s “OM” book:
1979. There are not enough shovels to bury the truth.
1068. Beautiful words are seldom true, true words are seldom beautiful.
2145. All wise people are brothers and sisters.
Two New Subatomic Particles hi MH this the new sub atomic discoverd by the scientist chec this out..Discovered by CERN Physicists – NBC News.com
http://www.nbcnews.com/science/science-news/two-new-subatomic-particles-discovered-cern-physicists-n252021
Loved the article, Michael. A truly inspired and moving piece.