Letting Go Of False Identity & Remembering Who We Are

This is a guided spoken word listening meditation using a powerful visualizing reading called 'The Hallway'. This is not Buddhism. I invite you to listen beneath the words. Names and language are just symbols pointing to a truth. There are references to Jesus here. But sub Buddha. Spirit. Gaia. If names and words trigger you, gentle reminder I've found are triggers are the treasure as they point to where the attachment or unforgiveness still exist in ourselves.

Transcript

Hello everyone.

Welcome to this listening meditation.

A meditation on remembering who we are,

Who we all are as one.

This is a reading meditation where I will be reading a visualization that came to a teacher of mine.

Her name is Corinne Walson.

This reading is called The Hallway.

In a listening meditation,

We allow spirit to work in our minds and in our hearts as we listen.

So my recommendation is that you find a place to sit upright or in a position that will not induce sleepiness.

You could listen to this while driving or anywhere really for that matter,

But the purpose,

I listen to it and read it over many times and each time it has a new effect.

So I invite you to let this listening,

Visualizing meditation just work in and through you.

I invite spirit to come in and guide your mind to let spirit do the listening,

To listen for truth.

So let's begin.

Imagine a long hallway and you are at the beginning of it and at the other end is a brilliant white light,

Yet it is soft and warm and inviting.

And you know intuitively that it is your job to keep focused on this white light.

While you are in this hallway,

You experience perfect peace,

Complete satisfaction,

A quiet sense of joy,

And a tremendous sense of gratitude,

And a remembrance of your connection to this oneness with your creator floods your consciousness.

And in this stillness,

You know that everything works together in perfect harmony and that all you ever need is effortlessly supplied for you.

Because it is your creator's pleasure to provide all creations needs and desires.

And you are in a state of awe before the grandeur of reality,

The perfect balance,

The rhythm of life,

The perfection,

The beauty and the love that permeates you and your surroundings.

And as you begin walking down this hallway,

You notice that this hallway is lined with doors.

All of them look identical.

Then all of a sudden,

One of them swings open and there stands your best friend with a panicked look on their face,

Motioning for you to come in and look.

And because you love your friend and you are concerned,

You enter into the door and find yourself in a room where there are chairs lined up facing a movie projector that is playing a movie called Scarcity.

And your friend is talking rapidly about how the economy has been hit very hard recently due to a crisis in the housing market,

How prices for food and gasoline have gone up,

How there is a shortage of food and jobs are hard to find and she can't afford her rent.

And you watch your friend point to the movie playing and you see how agitated she is.

And as your eyes become accustomed to the dark in the room,

You see people sitting in the chairs,

Some with their eyes glued to the screen.

Some have fallen asleep in their chairs because they've been there so long.

And then you receive a stirring within you and a still small voice reminds you of where you just came from.

That feeling,

Where was it?

Oh yes,

Back outside in the hallway where all your needs are always provided for effortlessly,

Where you are safe and loved and cared for.

And you try to take your friend's arm and go back out the door,

But your friend keeps staring at the movie screen,

Irritated that you aren't seeing what is right before your eyes.

Look,

She insists,

Don't you see what's happening?

Don't you care?

But as you try to explain what is on the other side of the door,

The volume of the movie gets louder.

And your friend goes back to the screen,

Mouth open and eyes full of fear.

You realize that you cannot help her,

That you must go back into the hallway alone.

As you enter the hallway,

The stillness and peace welcome you.

You take a moment to allow yourself to readdress from the previous scenes of chaos and calamity to the knowing of the presence of God,

The divine and its dominion over all.

You exhale and are so grateful to be back home.

As you continue down the hallway further,

Another door opens and it's a family member,

Crying and begging you to come into the room and see.

You immediately head for the door to see what's the matter.

And just as you cross the threshold into the room,

There was a still small voice that asked whether that was a good idea.

That this is family and they are crying.

And you dismiss the voice and you go into the room.

And there on the movie screen are very disturbing and very real looking sick people and scenes of illness and disease with narrators talking about symptoms and the seasons that people will most likely suffer from these unavoidable illnesses,

How long they will last,

And what medications you can buy to help alleviate your inescapable suffering.

You see the fear and horror in the eyes of your family member and you begin telling him that what they are looking at is only a movie being played out on a movie screen.

That it isn't real.

You point out that there is in reality nothing going on except that he or she is mesmerized by what is playing out in front of them.

There is nothing actually taking place that all he or she needs to do is come out of the room where everyone experiences perfect health.

But your family member looks at you like you are absurd.

Argues on the side of the scenes of numbers showing high fevers,

Paled skin color,

Runny noses and difficult breathing.

Look at the pain these people are in.

How can you deny this?

You obviously don't care.

Either that or you are delusional.

And with defiance in their eyes they turn away from you.

And you see that he or she has returned to join the others.

Sitting in their seats,

Staring at the movie screen,

Fixated on the images of suffering.

And again,

You feel the familiar tug to go out of this room and you head back out into the hallway.

You continue a bit further now.

Again a door opens wide and your mother steps out.

And she looks frail and scared.

And she asks you to come into the room with her.

And you don't want to go.

But it's your mother and your heart wants to reach out to her.

And you go in and the movie of unavoidable death is playing.

And your mother is wringing her hands.

And you go to comfort her.

And you want her to come out in the hallway with you where life is eternal.

And she listens to you for a bit.

You tell her that her life is complete out in the hallway.

That she is spiritual and eternal.

You ask her to remember who made her and that she is not a limited physical body,

But a free and perfect spiritual idea of the divine mind that created her.

And you think she's convinced.

And she stands up with you.

And as you head for the door,

She takes another look at the movie screen.

And looks back at you.

And with great sadness tells you that death is inevitable and that she loves you.

You stand there looking at the screen.

And tears well up inside you.

But your hand is on the door to the hallway.

And you shudder over this moment.

As you are being called to remember the truth of being.

All the while being consumed with the sadness and grief on the screen in front of your physical eyes.

Just then,

You hear the still small voice tell you that you are of no real help to anyone as long as you stay in the room.

The only place you can help another is from the standpoint of perfection back in the hallway.

If you are in the room,

You are accepting the reality of the movie being projected and you are no longer awake to truth and reality.

Aha!

You exclaim.

As you remember once again the experience of the hallway and with this renewed strength,

You grab the door handle and enter back into it.

A wave of joy,

Of gratitude wash over you.

You shed tears in thanks to the almighty divine light,

The almighty God,

The almighty infinite.

In its goodness as the former pictures are wiped away and you recall the truth that sets us free.

As you continue your journey,

New doors begin to open up.

Some people you recognize,

Some you don't.

And you acknowledge these people and sometimes you might strain your neck to see what movie is playing in the room.

But you don't enter into the room.

You begin talking to those in the room while standing in the hallway.

Some of them slam the door on your face.

Others listen for a moment and then shake their head and close the door.

But you begin to realize that the longer you stand in the hallway,

The more certain you are about the truth of being.

The more influence you begin to have over those who are in the rooms.

They listen to you a bit longer.

They notice that there is something different about you.

A light perhaps,

A certainty,

A knowing.

Something that they recognize in you that makes them want to listen to you more.

And then one day a woman opens a door and pleads with you to come in to see the help me my child is dying movie.

And there is not a single part of you that is in the least bit interested in going into that room.

But you feel immense compassion for this woman.

And you look back up at the light at the head of the hallway.

And with this surge of love and power,

You look her straight in the face.

And you declare to her that what she is standing aghast at is nothing.

It is a movie on a movie screen and nothing more.

And that she has the power and authority and ability to walk out of that room anytime she wants to.

That her life and the life of her child are always perfect,

Safe and secure with the divine,

With God.

That no power exists to end,

Alter,

Or destroy life.

Life is of God.

Life is of the divine.

The divine is life itself.

Eternal life with no beginning and no ending.

You share with her the story of your brother Jesus.

Your brother Buddha.

How they came to prove the nothingness of death.

The allness of life.

That Jesus overcame death and the grave and gave us the victory over the illusion of death.

And you saw something click in this woman's eyes.

She remembered.

She smiled and without looking back,

She entered into the hallway with you.

She was transformed as she walked out to join you.

Beauty and holiness radiated from within her.

She laughed as she threw her head back and faced the light.

She was overjoyed to recall her birthright and sang out in thanks because she was overcome with gratitude.

And you felt something.

As you looked down,

Her child had joined the both of you.

And the child took your hand and his mother's hand and looked into your eyes and said,

Thank you.

And that's when more truth began dropping into place for you.

My job here is to stand firmly in this hallway where I receive all that I need to do the Divine's will and to beckon to those who are in these rooms hypnotized by the pictures.

And this desire sprang up and compassion was in the driver's seat.

And you humbly asked for guidance on how to spring your beloveds out of these rooms.

And you heard the following.

These rooms are like refrigerator doors.

The light comes on inside them only when you open the door.

And the light shuts off when you close the door.

Like the refrigerator door,

The movie in these rooms only start when the door opens and when the doors shut,

The movie turns off.

This is because the movies,

Which are only false beliefs being projected outwards,

Need a watcher,

A witness in order to be seen.

A false belief requires a believer to have any influence or power.

If there is no believer,

There is nothing to the false belief.

If there is no witness,

There is no movie playing in the room.

So unless there is an observer in the movie room,

The movie isn't playing.

And if there isn't a believer,

There is no false belief to mesmerize us.

And then came the punchline,

You hear in the most sweetest,

Kindest,

Most loving voice,

And by the way,

I never created a false believer.

And you take a step back,

And you gasp,

And the tears fall,

And you begin laughing.

Nothing because you realize that you had still been mesmerized yourself while in the hallway.

Seeing doors with false believers past them,

Taken in and feeling responsible or concerned for others.

When all along there is no such thing as a false believer,

A false belief,

A scary picture,

An illness,

Sickness or death,

Or a sufferer of an illness,

Sadness,

Or of scarcity,

You see with infinite clarity the perfection of what the divine is,

And what this divine love created.

The new understanding takes on a vastness,

An expansion that goes beyond your physical senses and moves through you and out into everything that you see.

You are transformed by the freedom that this truth brings,

And you can't help but be so grateful that everything that you felt was so real before was nothing but a false concept,

That you left behind because you know that you have the mind of love,

The mind of oneness,

The mind of the divine,

The mind of Christ.

And therefore you are not a believer of false images,

And nobody else is either.

What is true for you is true for everyone,

And you claim this out loud,

And you thank God for it.

And then you hear voices from behind you,

And as you turn around,

There is your best friend,

Your mother,

Your family members,

And a host of others that you recollect from the dream.

And they are smiling at you,

And you are laughing,

And celebrating with one another,

Even poking fun at each other.

Playing like kids and enjoying the presence of love,

The allness of God,

The allness of good,

And the absolute nothingness of its supposed opposite.

You see the truth in each other's eyes.

You recognize your oneness in one another,

And you are overcome with love.

There is nothing else.

Nothing else matters.

Nothing else is real.

Nothing else is acknowledged.

And in a moment you all stop and look back towards the light,

And the most beautiful music you've ever heard starts to play.

And the walls to the hallway fall away,

And you see colors you've never seen before above you.

And every part of your being comes vibrantly alive,

And together you hear,

Well done,

And welcome home.

Reviews

Amazing ! ❤️❤️❤️🙏🙏🙏

Love this visualization. Complex message simplified. Thank you! 🙏

Dear Beau, this was probably the 5th time for me listening to your beautiful spoken meditation. And you are absolutely right, it gets more meaningful every time I listen to it. So calming and beautiful, especially the last part when welcomed home…brings tears to my eyes and touches my heart.
False beliefs need a believer to exist, such an eye-opener! I choose to believe in love!
Thank you so much, sending you blessings and love and so sorry I couldn’t attend your last live. Was too late for me here in The Netherlands. But keeping my eye out for your next live! 🙏✨💖

Perfection…that is all. Thank you Beau, for this beautiful remembrance.

Second time listening, the belief sinks in deeper now 🙏🏼🌿

One of the most beautiful meditations I’ve ever listened to! I will be listening to this over and over again! Thank you Beau for sharing your light and love! 🙏
Margaret

Thank you for this life changing meditation! Blessed be!

Wow wow wow!!! Love this so much. Resonating with this so much. Thank you.