I mastered The Art of Invisibility. On some level, I had agreed to it. It seems impossible to remain completely invisible without a predetermined agreement. Everyone gets their day in the sun, right? At some point, the tide turns and the spotlight shines? Well, no. I can say that for me, it never turned out that way. Whether my human wanted to or not, I had become a pro at one thing, I was not on anyone’s radar, ever.
How was it plausible to not get traction on anything? I revisited this question repeatedly. When you watch others dart past you, it is hard not to internalize it. In many ways I did, twisting the knife in a little deeper. I remember asking my universe, “what do I need to do here?” Where to look when nothing is working? Even the “Law of Averages” would say I would stumble onto a moment of visibility. But nope. It never seemed to matter what I did, who I did it with, or where I did it from. I remained an anomaly, hidden in the field.
This seems like a bold statement. I would not paint my life as unsuccessful or uneventful. I had my moments when some mildly exciting things happened. But by the time they did, I had lost the ability to muster up enthusiasm. I might be wearing rose colored glasses, my life might not be as eventful as remembered. I supported others and watched as they found the spotlight. Meanwhile, I worked the curtains. Yes, I was that obscure.
My awakening and ascension journey was a highlight with many moments of clarity and enlightenment. Many people would look at my ascended timelines and say that my life was uneventful by human standards. I would agree with them. My human life would be viewed the same way, lack luster. Ascension of our consciousness charges the measuring stick. But no matter which consciousness I was part of, one constant remained, I was cloaked.
Over the decades, I felt frustrated by my lack of visibility. Now I find a different place with it. I was shielded for a reason. From what, I cannot be sure. There was no other explanation. No one could exist outside realities like I could. No matter where I was or what I was doing, I was unseen and unknown. I would employ the same strategies as others and watch them march ahead while I phased in and out of realities.
I have always been cloaked and as a result free. No one watching. No one caring. No one interested. That was the gift I had given myself. Now that I have accepted my brilliance of mastery, let’s clarify my quantum entanglement.
There are many of “me” living simultaneous existence, that do not have the shield of anonymity. They are not nameless and do not melt into obscurity moments after an interaction. They are conspicuous and whether it be for a moment or a lifetime they are known. My “others” took that on so I could be concealed. I thank them.
For anyone else who has mastered the Art of Invisibility, I welcome you. I sense you with me, fading in and out of realities, pushing humanity forward. What use to feel like an unbelievable run of insignificance has transformed into an unbound autonomy. Invisibility is a premier superpower for a reason. Let us not forget that.