Secret History Of Consciousness: Ancient Keys to Our Future Survival - Softcover

Meg Blackburn Losey

Softcover

ISBN 10: 157863461X ISBN 13: 9781578634613

Publisher: Weiser Books, 2010

Synopsis

Through a series of personal crises, seekings, and synchronistic events, Dr. Meg Losey learned to channel wisdom from Masters from the past, the present, and off planet and learned this basic truth: “Reality isn’t happening to us--we are happening to reality. We really do create our experiences, and we can change them at any time by changing our perceptions. We are the consciousness within the living One.” In this new book, she reveals the secrets that were known to the ancients but lost to the modern world. Secrets about consciousness and the relevance of sacred sites from around the globe. She uncovers the true meaning of the Mayan Calendar and links sacred geometry, the Kaballah, the Flower of Life, the Pyramids, Atlantis, Lemuria, and more to reveal that these ancient secrets show us that we are all unlimited beings of creation. Dr. Meg invites us to open our minds and hearts to the meaning of our shared and hidden history and offers simple meditations that will allow each and every one of us to become conscious of the change we are creating together.

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About the Author

Meg Blackburn Losey, PhD, is the author of the recently released The Children of Now Evolution, the international bestseller The Children of Now along with several other books including Conversations with the Children of Now, The Art of Living Out Loud, The Secret History of Consciousness, and she is a contributor to What Wags the World. Dr. Meg is the creator of the Touching the Light Healing Modality and offers Certification courses. She is an international keynote speaker and lectures worldwide. Dr. Meg is a PhD of Holistic Life Coaching and holds a Doctoral Degree in Metaphysics and has served as a consultant to Good Morning America and 20/20.

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The Secret History of Consciousness

Ancient Keys to Our Future Survival

By Meg Blackburn Losey

Red Wheel/Weiser, LLC

Copyright © 2010 Meg Blackburn Losey, Ph.D.
All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-57863-461-3

Contents

Introduction
Chapter One: Coming Out of the (Spiritual) Closet
Chapter Two: Historic Indications of Enlightenment: We Have Been There 
Before
Chapter Three: Beyond the Quantum
Chapter Four: We Are the True Trinity
Chapter Five: Becoming the Change
Chapter Six: The Shift Has Begun:
Chapter Seven: Changing Consciousness:
Chapter Eight: Beyond 2012:
Bibliography
Online Sources
Books
Other Sources

CHAPTER 1

Coming Out of the (Spiritual) Closet

The legends of King Arthur refer to a wonderful, whimsical, yet powerful wizardnamed Merlin, who "lived backwards." Most people would take that to mean thatMerlin began as a very old man who became younger every year. But that wasn't itat all. Merlin found the doors to the infinite consciousness and then learnedhow to apply that vast knowledge to the comparatively narrow world of humancomprehension and existence. What seemed to be feats of magic were nothing morethan Merlin accessing realities beyond our familiar world.

I know, because I found those doors myself.

What I am about to tell you may sound very strange, but this story is quite realand the experiences are phenomenal. Moreover, every day, science is proving theresulting knowledge to be true, and that knowledge has had resounding effectacross the planet and beyond.

Over the years, hundreds, if not thousands, of people have asked me to tell mystory, and in most cases I have resisted, not wanting to seem like another "woo-woo"person with a great imagination. But during these years, the world hasgrown up, and I guess I have too. So here it goes.

Being intuitive has been natural for me my entire life. As a child in Catholicschool, I really understood the meaning of holy and the inner place from whichthe saints' devotion came—that place in our heart of hearts where we can go tobecome unified with all things, that place inside of us that is our sourceconnection, our link to the memories of all times and infinite possibilitiesfrom which we can create anything that we desire. That place that many peoplecall the God within us. It can be an overwhelming place.

I remember one day as a child, when I was in my friend's playhouse, the air allof a sudden sort of snapped, crackled, and turned blue. I heard a rustle and sawa light that sprouted wings, unfolding as a dove that flew toward me and over myhead as I ducked. "Hey!" I yelled at my friend, "Did you see the Holy Spiritjust now?" (I mean, really, what else would you call it?) My friend just kind ofshrugged and blew me off. She hadn't seen or heard a thing.

That experience was the beginning of many that no one else believed. Strange wasnormal for me. I knew things. From a very deep heart place, I understood whatpeople felt, what they really meant when they said things, how much painhumanity carried. I seemed to be empathic to the emotional injuries of othersand to have compassion for the pain that I saw and felt.

It became hard for me to tell the difference between their emotions and mine, soI shut off my intuitive understanding as best as I could. Deep down theawareness simmered, but I found a way to cover it up. When I was a teenager,alcohol and drugs provided a blissful escape, but ultimately I felt worse, astheir effects lingered in my sensitive system. Later, I developed defensivebehaviors and built walls a mile thick around my emotions. Yet all the while Istill felt everything.

Because no one else seemed to have an awareness like mine, I hid my experiences,keeping them to myself. I tried really hard to be like everyone else, but Ialways had the feeling that I didn't fit in anywhere. For a couple of decades, Ilived a cardboard life. I lived and loved from the perspective of those aroundme—my friends, my family, everyone. For example, when I asked my dad what itwould take for him to be proud of me, for me to be a success, he said, "Do wellin business." So I set out to prove to dad that I was made of that stuff, that Ihad the grit and determination of a successful business person.

There came a day in 1998 when my cardboard world—everything that I knew to be mylife, the foundation of my reality—began to crumble. I found myself alone on myfriend's sofa because I had nowhere else that felt safe. One morning, I woke upand was sobbing. At that moment, there wasn't a thought in my head, but I wasenshrouded in pain. My heart was broken. Nothing made sense. The grief was aliveand consuming me.

It was time to regroup. "Okay, self," I said, "We are not getting up off of thiscouch until we figure out what is going on here."

I began to look at my life with a fresh set of eyes. I looked at my role inevery situation. What I saw was a rude awakening. I had become dishonest andmanipulative with myself, and I had a sense of false bravado that I was somegreat success. I realized that all I was doing was blaming everyone else for myproblems. It was time take responsibility for my own actions and perceptions.

As I looked in my own inner mirror, I also realized that I was in no wayauthentic. I had learned to cover up every deep feeling, every perception, andevery little tiny bit of me there was. I had to get real. So I reached into myheart of hearts and said aloud to the otherwise empty room, "Whoever I am,whatever I am, I accept."

I can't emphasize enough the humility that went with that statement, what itmeant to truly let go. The words rolled through my body like a tidal wave. Ifelt much lighter than I had only a moment before. From that moment forward Idecided to live authentically, no matter what, to maintain the humility thatbrought me to getting real.

The first thing I learned was that I didn't know how to tell the truth. I don'tmean I lied to everyone all of the time. I didn't know how to tell myself thetruth, and because of that, I had become a pretty good B.S. artist with everyoneelse. But after that moment of humble acceptance, I began to practice truth. Icaught myself when I was covering up what I really felt, and I began to learnhow to feel safe revealing my more inner thoughts and feelings. Soon thatspilled over into practicing on other people. I would swallow hard and speak thetruth as I saw it. Funny thing was, as I did, people became more comfortablewith me, and I with them. Simultaneously, the people in my life that reallydidn't fit, people with whom I'd had destructive relationships, started to justkind of fade into the sunset. But as each negative person fell away, others cameinto my life—others who were authentic and, even more exciting, open to the ideathat what we see around us isn't the only reality there is in creation.

One day I ran into a tenant to whom I had leased a client's house in the middleof a gorgeous old farm. She invited me to come to her house for weekly groupmeetings she was having. She told me that the meetings were all about astrology,and that they did drumming and different things like that. The next week, Itimidly wandered into the meeting. It was already in progress when I arrived.Everyone in the room was quiet except for a young woman in the back of the room.Her eyes were glazed, and her posture was kind of strange—stiff, like she wasn'tcomfortable in her body. My eyebrows must have gone up because someone seatednear me whispered that the young woman was channeling. I had barely and onlyrecently heard of channeling, and I wasn't even sure I believed in it. But Idecided that if I were going to live authentically, I would stay out of judgmentand give this experience a chance.

That experience was much more than chance. It was a door, and without realizing,I had walked right through it.

I continued going to the weekly meetings because the people who attended werewonderful, loving, and didn't seem to want anything from me. They honestlyseemed to like me for me. It was a comfortable place—one where I had no ties, nostrings, and I could learn to relate to people I didn't know from my new andauthentic self. As I did, I started feeling energy in my hands; little squigglyspirals tickled the ends of my fingers. My palms were on fire. My intuition blewwide open. It was annoying at times because I would hear snips of people'sthoughts, and I couldn't help it. I knew things—what would happen next, when itwould happen, who would be there, everything.

I rediscovered that place inside of me that I knew so intimately as a child—thatplace I secretly called my holy place. When we did meditations at the meetings,I would automatically open my heart and move into that inner place I had found.I learned to stay in that place as long as I wanted. And as I accessed thatplace inside of me more and more, life began to get more and more comfortable—magical,in fact. I discovered that when I got out of my own way, life wasreally, really easy. Without realizing it, I was learning to liveunconditionally.

Often, the young woman who had been channeling at the first meeting I'd attendedwould channel different entities, who gave very emotional messages to the group.During one such channeling, I was filled with so much energy that I felt as if Iwould explode. I could barely sit still. I was physically uncomfortable, and theintensity continued to grow. Worse, my throat felt strange. It felt full and asif it would speak of its own accord. I clamped my mouth shut so hard it hurt. Ididn't want to blurt something out and embarrass myself and everyone else. Ifelt as if I was having a battle with an unseen force, and it was nearlywinning. When the channeler had finished, I could take it no longer. After abarely respectable moment, I jumped out of my chair and started pacing back andforth in the small room. I told the channeler I didn't know what was happening,and I described the feeling I was having inside.

She very kindly said, "That's just how I felt when I first began to channel."

Uh oh, I thought. This was not where I'd thought I was headed. Could I reallychannel? Me?

The mother and daughter who hosted the weekly meetings offered to work with meto see what would happen. I was given great instructions about how to keepmyself safe, how to let only those entities who were "of the light" enter mybody.

When I first began stepping aside so that an entity could speak through me, Iwould hover next to myself, just outside of my body, watching, listening. SinceI had become all about authenticity, I became really annoyed at myself for doingthis. After all, something might be said through my body, with my face, thatsomeone would take home and use. That message might change their life, and itwould be my fault. However, when I voiced that concern out loud, I realized Iwas calling in the wisdom of God and then questioning his word. Who was I todoubt? From that moment forward, once I was comfortable with the incomingenergies, I leaped right out of my body. I became a deep-trance channel to thepoint where people used to identify my channeling with the work of Edgar Cayce,the sleeping prophet.

One night at group, after I was finished channeling and returned to my chair, Ilooked over at the young man who was sitting across from me. His kidneys werefailing, and the dialysis treatment he was having wasn't working. He was on atransplant list. As I looked at him, my vision switched to his insides—not justto his internal organs, but also to the tiniest inner workings of his physicalbeing. It was beautiful and fascinating. Spontaneously, I began to read his bodyto him, somehow explaining that the sodium content and some other things havingto do with his dialysis weren't in the right balance for him. I saw it all, andtold him everything. Around the room, everyone stopped in their tracks.

The information turned out to be right on. When the young man's dialysis wasadjusted to the new protocol, he felt much better.

This new ability was exciting to me. As time went on, I found that the readswould happen spontaneously if someone asked a health question. This gift seemsto be a natural ability, and since my first experience, it has expanded. Manymedical doctors have taken my classes on interdimensional healing. One of themactually stood up in front of a class of about thirty people and told them I wasbetter than an MRI. I had worked with his sister who had metastatic breastcancer, and I had read tiny lesions in her brain, exactly where they were laterfound.

In conjunction to the new sight I had gained, the intense energy in my body wasrelentless. I couldn't seem to find a trigger switch to let the energy out ofme. I was losing weight and couldn't sleep. It was as if I were plugged into aninvisible force that never stopped. In an effort to get more comfortable, Ibegan to play with the energy. I'd put on music that had no real melody, and I'dbegin to move, allowing the energy to flow through me, out of my hands, aroundme, inside of me. One day, as I spread my hands, my sight opened again, and Isaw a rainbow-colored arc flowing from my right hand over my head to my lefthand. I was in awe.

And then I got aggravated. I started talking out loud. "Okay, this is beautiful,but I have no idea what to do with it. So now what?" I had no clue, so I keptmoving and kept working with the energy.

Every morning, I did the same thing, and out of desperation, I would say aloudto no one I could see, "Someone show me what to do!"

One morning someone showed up. An absolutely magnificent holographic being stoodright there in front of me, in the middle of my living room. I was so startled Ijumped straight up and straight back.

He disappeared.

Quickly, I centered myself and found the sacred place within me. I opened myeyes, and there he stood again, patiently waiting for me. He was grandly andextraordinarily tall, with very defined features. His hair was nearly black, andit flowed over his shoulders. He literally glowed in his crimson robes. In fact,he glowed seemingly from the inside out. He was almost transparent, but he felthuge and solid. Dear God, what was happening? I didn't know for sure, but I didknow that all of those times I had begged for clarity, for help, forunderstanding, really had been heard.

The being started to move like I had been doing, but with some very subtlechanges. As I watched him, the energy he manipulated changed color and shape. Inmy body, I could feel what was happening in his hands. I started to move too,mimicking him. As I did, the energy within my hands began to change shape andchange color.

Every morning, as if by cosmic appointment, I met with this being, whom I hadlovingly begun to refer to as "Master," because his presence felt like anexpanded part of that holy place inside of me. His presence to me felt likesacredness embodied and oh, how humble I felt! Calling him Master seemedinsufficient, almost trite, but yet there were no other words to describe him.Being with this Master reminded me of what it must be like to be in the presenceof enlightened beings such as the group of Ascended Masters that included Jesus,Metatron, Enoch, and others. I grew to love these moments, when he and I wouldmove together. Instead of feeling insane, I felt calmer and more centered than Iever had in my life. My inner vision had changed again and again, growing inscope and abilities. And all I kept saying was, "Show me." Never why, what, orwho—just "Show me."

One day, as we were moving together, my entire sense of reality changed. It wasas if I had leaped into another dimension or into someone else's dream. I foundmyself walking down a path, away from my cosmic teacher. As I walked down thepath, a young boy came to me and said I had to go with him.

"No!" I firmly told him. I had to keep practicing.

The kid wouldn't take no for an answer. He looked like a peasant from 19th-centuryEurope. His blond hair was tousled, and his pants torn at the knees. Hiswhite shirt was at least two sizes too big and well worn, like a hand-me-down.Yet he spoke with such a confidence and authority that I couldn't ignore him. SoI followed. Up the narrow path we climbed until we came to a large opening inthe native rock. It was the entrance to a grotto, a shallow cave. In it weretwenty or so men, all in white. They were silent, as if keeping vigil forsomething. Another man there held a sword, tip down, in the position of peace.He silently beckoned me with his liquid brown eyes.

"Listen," I said, "I have work to do, and I don't have time for distractions."He remained silent, yet I heard in my body that I was supposed to go to him. Idid. There was a ceremony, and he gave me a gift, although I didn't understandit at the time.

At the moment the ceremony culminated, my sense of reality shifted again, and Iwas at the entrance to a courtyard. There was a gate in the arched entrance, butI couldn't go through it. My feet felt glued to the floor. I could see people inthe courtyard beyond, milling about. I wondered what this place was. It feltlike a university of some kind, but I wasn't sure.

A wizened old man sat at a table to my left, seeming to ignore me. His gray hairstraggled limply down the sides of his head, and his thin beard lay folded atophis huge belly. His eyebrows were so bushy I could barely see his narrow browneyes. The table was inlaid with azurite, malachite, lapis lazuli, tiger's eye,moonstone, and other semiprecious stones. I heard a voice inside of me say tolook up. The energy had begun to well up in me, so with my eyes, I raised myhands, hoping to release the intensity. Instead, light came out of my hands tomeet the bright light that had opened above me. As I began to move, the lighttook on shape and density. It became a carved object, and that object felt asreal as cold carved stone. I explored the object and then, somehow knowing whatto do, set it on the old man's table.

(Continues...)

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Edition details

• Publisher: Weiser Books
• Publication date: 2010
• Language: English
• ISBN 10: 157863461X
• ISBN 13: 9781578634613
• Binding: Paperback
• Number of pages: 208