Starseeds: Waiters at the Banquet of Ascension
By Steve Beckow
“The souls who came from fourth, fifth and higher density worlds specifically to assist Earth in her ascension—when their mission is completed, they will return to their homelands.” (Matthew’s Message, Feb. 14, 2010.)“You will only leave the Earth before Ascension if it is already within your plan, so it is necessary that you understand each soul has chosen its path to the next stage of its evolution.” (SaLuSa, Dec. 31, 2010.)
I wanted to mention a few things about Starseeds. Not like I know what I’m saying, but just because I have a hunch, based on what I experienced recently in my short but powerful meditation retreat.
I think I may have said earlier (maybe not) that most people reading this blogsite, and Tyco’s, Wendy’s, Tom’s, and all the other sites on 2012, are in my estimation Starseeds. Terrestrials reading these sites, I believe, might mostly say, “Hey, these folks are nut cases. I’m outta here. Stanley Cup’s on tonight.” Starseeds feel some resonance, perhaps for a reason they know not. Terrestrials may not feel a resonance at all or they may not feel it until after Disclosure.
But we all feel a tug when we encounter this information, and that’s probably as it should be.
But we Starseeds signed on to wait tables at the banquet of Ascension so we are supposed to feel that tug. We’re going to carry the food from the chefs (angels, ascended masters, and galactics) to the banquet guests (terrestrials). It isn’t our banquet, I believe. We’ve already had ours and now it’s time for the next group to have theirs.
I now believe that most Starseeds are already ascended. Why would the hierarchy and the star councils ask people to leave their home planets and come here who were unascended? To be part of the problem? No, we’ve come to be part of the solution. Why add to the number of unascended beings a whole bunch from Andromeda who also have not ascended. It doesn’t make sense.
Invite Starseeds who’ve ascended, lock them up in these darn heavy Third-Dimensional bodies, give them medical ailments to keep their attention “down to Earth” and show them what terrestrials have to deal with, and program them to awaken when their service begins.
So no need to worry about Ascension. Only a need to worry about our terms of service. And no need to worry about your children’s Ascension or your kitties’ or puppies’. Your kids’ Ascension, in the event they’re terrestrials, is a surer prospect than those of most Gaian adults! But children born today are probably the new crystals, rainbows, magentas and others who are destined to lead the New Society anyways. No need to waste energy worrying about them.
Moreover, and here is the radical suggestion, most Starseeds, I’m willing to bet, have come from dimensions even higher than the Fifth. If God enlightened you, coming from a higher dimension, you’d probably leave this Earth and go back to whence you came. So it just very well may be that no Starseeds should expect to experience enlightenment before their terms of service are over. That would defeat the whole purpose of their being here. Enlighten Starseeds and they won’t stay around to wait tables. No, better not if you want to have waiters at the banquet.
And no early risers – no early Ascension for Starseeds – perhaps for terrestrials. We’re supposed to remain here and serve the guests. (Just a hunch.)We’re wearing blinkers and, even if we’re given an experience of ourselves, we’ll still be wearing at least dark glasses. If we know truly who we are, we’ll be outta here. Vamoose the ranch.
And we need worker bees as well as queen bees. Some Starseeds like Drunvalo and Lisa Renee have signed up to sit at the head table and make speeches. But many more of us have left our sublime existences and regal homes to serve in rather menial capacities, serving food, acting as concierges, planning finances for the banquet, and rigging up the lighting. Some need to be the spiritual teachers and some need to meet and greet. But all come from higher dimensions just the same. You have a lot of high-priced talent wearing bibs.
Gabe says he was hired to be a guinea pig, a banquet taster. Let him sample the food first and see if he keels over. So they took an archangel and made him a food taster. Ellie was sent here to create the mood and environment. Take Pleiadian royalty and make her a step-down transformer. My heavens, what we aren’t called upon to do!
Drunvalo has, in my view, finished the entire round of human existence. Enlist him and have him travel around the world lighting candles, chanting hymns and waving cosmic sage around the place. Don’t diss the janitor. He may be a Seventh-Dimensional being who agreed to come here from Lyra.
We all of us think the Fifth Dimension is the end-all and be-all. I predict that many of you will find that you come from much higher dimensions than that. But they had you sign on the dotted line and made you all Men in the Iron Mask, dumbed you down, saddled you with asthma and fibromyalgia, took away all your abundance, memories, and capabilities and said “Thank you very much.” Later on you get your galactic Mastercard back.
Why are we doing this? Serving the One in the many. Ensuring that the Divine Plan unfolds. Doing unto terrestrials what other galactic civilizations have done unto us in some distant past.
We take time out from our wonderful lives in the Elysian Fields and don our waiters’ bibs and dishwashing aprons and see that the feast of Ascension comes off without a hitch and then we clean up, close up shop and go home. Job well done.
So I just encourage you to not worry about Ascension. You’re already there. Just worry about opening websites and building blogsites like Laura, Jean, and Quinn, starting radio shows like Maarten, Geoff, Wendy and Greg, opening discussion groups like Darran, spreading the word, providing the answers, reassuring people who are about to see a legion of angels descend with wheels in wheels and chariots of fire.
Very soon the joy will spread and infect us all. And we’ll begin a steady march that leads to the banquet. Let’s help the terrestrials fill their lamps with oil and prepare to meet the bridegroom. We’ve eaten our fill and married the Spirit before we came here.
Let the joy spread. Let there be peace on Earth and happiness among men and women, the beasts of the field and the birds of the air. A new era in human civilization is about to begin and we Starseeds are an important part of the crew welcoming the rest. We have nothing to worry about, save doing our job well. This is not our time. It’s the time of terrestrials. This is our turn to serve.
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