There once were two realities: a dark reality and a surface reality. They were each a spherical, transparent body, touching each other’s surface, and existed simultaneously.
The dark reality was heavier, dense with deceptive secrets, and so it fell beneath the surface reality, operating there for eons. The thread of its people was manipulation. The dark operatives therein provided much of the “quality” of life for both realities.
The people of the dark reality kept their deceptive secrets well hidden, pushed deep down, far away, and out of sight from the surface people. So well hidden were their secrets, they veiled themselves from their own darkness.
The people of the surface reality moved about in a lighter energy and so were kept buoyed above the dark reality. The thread of its people was hope. People living on the surface reality wanted to trust what they saw — but knew deep within themselves something was awry. For their part, the surface people also lived in pretense, and kept their distrust of life hidden from themselves, and everyone.
Over a great expanse of time, the dark reality became so dense and filled with manipulative deeds, that it could no longer contain itself. It exploded. The energy of the explosion had no choice but to alter the surface reality as well. Everything known on the surface was imploded by what had been kept hidden in the dark. Debris from the explosion produced a chaotic phase; one could not see clearly for all debris in front, in back, above, and below. The people walked for a time in the dusty mix of what was, not realizing that as they walked they kept stirring the dust, creating their own, choking hell.
Living in this desolate loss, the people became exhausted. Their exhaustion led to a surge of stillness. The stillness allowed the dust to settle. The people could see again. It is then that they realized neither the dark reality nor the surface reality existed any longer. Both realities were gone, and with them, pretense, manipulation, and mistrust had also vanished. The only existing reality was Light.
With the Light shining within and through everyone, every being, and in Mother Earth, the people could see they had forsaken their hearts to its mere physical beating. Their duty and joy now was to allow their hearts to fully bloom and guide them into compassionate Unity with one another, and with all that existed.
As such, the people set about tilling the dust of what had been into the crust of Mother Earth: She cleansed, purified, and transmuted what she was lovingly given. The people had closed the door forever on the old, hurtheart story. They began building anew, allowing their LightHeart to guide them into creating a new vision for earth.
The LightHeart continued to bring clarification and new, brilliant understandings. This ever-expanding awareness empowered the people to put forth continued good will —and action— toward every being, into Mother Earth and the Cosmos. The New Earth had been born.