Suzanne Lie, Ph.D., has been a seeker since she was a child where her active “imagination” took her deep into her inner life. She continues to regularly share her experiences and Arcturian teachings on her blog, Awakening with Suzanne Lie, and she wishes to help awakening ones come out of hiding and allow the glory of their highest expression of SELF into their everyday life.
Wednesday, August 9, 2017
Releasing The Matrix--Introduction by the Arcturians through Suzanne Lie
8-9-17 Hello Dear Readers, Below is the beginning of my next book:
RELEASING THE MATRIX
just moved into a new house. That is a “new house” to me, as the house is
actually quite old. I inherited this house, from my Grandmother who had lived
there her entire life. The house is very big with many rooms, as well as a
cellar and an attic. The cellar had far too many spiders, but as soon as I was
settled in, I decided to explore the attic.
climbed the small stairway, which was behind the mysterious locked door, for
which I finally had the key. It was an old fashioned key, an old fashioned keyhole,
and an old fashioned door. Of course, my Grandmother cherished the house
exactly as it had always been.
outside of important repairs and appropriate painting, the house remained the
way it had always been. I spent many summers at Grandma’s house, and searched
vigilantly to find the key that I now held in my hand. The fact that Grandma
never let me go into the attic only made me more and more anxious to enter it.
sorry that my Grandmother’s death is the reason why I could find the key and
will, eventually, open the attic door. In fact, I have lived here every summer
of my life. My parents were not too interested in raising their only child, me,
so it was boarding school during the school year and Grandma’s house in the
mother had a nanny who sort of watched me
when I wasn’t at Boarding School or Grandma’s house. The nanny was too
expensive, so they dropped me off to live with my Grandmother fulltime when I
was only 8 years old.
did not even wait for Grandma to open the door when they rushed off to wherever
they went. I was never so relieved when Grandma’s smiling face welcomed me into
her, which was now our, home. I lived there happily with
Grandma until I went away to collage.
Heavens for Grandma, or my Mother would have put me in a Boarding School all
year round. But I should not speak ill of my parents as they died in a horrid
car accident when I was only 13. Because I had such a history of living with my
Grandmother, the state allowed me to continue living with her.
was the happiest moment of my life when I knocked on Grandma’s door with all my
cherished possessions in boxes beside me. My parents barely said good-by to me
and rushed off to where ever they went the second that Grandmas opened her
door. But, somehow, I knew that this was the last time they would drop me off
at my Grandma’s house, and that I would not see them again.
was never so relieved when Grandma’s smiling face welcomed me into her, which was now our, home. I lived there happily with Grandma until I went away to
collage. I never saw my parents again.
must say that my self-esteem was pretty damaged by my parent’s behavior, but
Grandma had always made up for that. However, now, as a young woman, I was
alone. Unfortunately, Grandma left this world just before I finished college,
but she left her home and everything she had to me.
was a bit of money in the package, so I toured Europe for the summer after my
graduation. I think it was too much to go to Grandma’s house and not find her
waiting for me with a warm hug and cookies. But, eventually, I had to go home
to what was no longer Grandma’s home, but my house.
never saw my parents again, as they moved far away and never invited me to
visit. I must say that my self-esteem was pretty damaged by my parent’s
behavior, but Grandma had always made up for that. However, now, as a young
woman, I was alone.
having Grandma’s house made me feel that I had the home that I had always loved
to visit. Now it was my home, and I was standing in front of the door, key in
the lock, but hesitating to turn it.
knew that I would NOT smell the fresh baked cookies, or enjoy the wonderful
smell that always filled her home. At least she had died suddenly, and in her
beloved home. I am still guilty that I did not leave Europe to come to her
I had a very vivid dream the very night after she died in which she came to me
and said, “I have asked in my will, which I have attached a copy to this
letter, to be cremated. Please do not leave your vacation to come to my
cremation. I will come to you. Please allow me that final joy of showing you
the lovely Lightbody that I now wear.”
“Sure enough, the very next evening she came
to me in a body of Golden Light. The only thing she said was, “Beloved
Granddaughter, I have left everything I had to you, and most important, I have
left you the key to the attic. I love you infinitely, so I wanted to tell you
that I now know that life is eternal
and death is an illusion.
remember always that you are my Beloved Granddaughter whom will love
conditionally beyond all space and time.”
was very confused by the “beyond all space and time” comment, as that was not
the way my Grandmother spoke. Nonetheless, the statement made me cry
uncontrollably, but not just for sorrow. Instead, I cried for the great love
that I had always felt from Grandma, and for the love I would always have for
I first returned from Europe, I went to Grandma’s resting place with a huge
bouquet of her favorite flowers. However, as I got closer and closer to her
“resting place,” I knew that I would not be able to face her grave, so I turned
the other way, away from the cemetery and away from what remained of my
a few months living in Grandma’s house, I was finally ready to go to her final
resting place. I was very tempted to turn away again, but then I remembered the
vision of her in a golden body, which gave me great comfort. Also, I wanted to
thank her for all the money that she had left me.
still wonder how an elder woman who never seemed to have a job could have so
much money. My parents had been very tight with the money they gave me, and
said it was because my Boarding School was so expensive. But, later, I learned
that my Grandmother had paid for all my education.
tried many times to ask Grandma how she could afford to give me all that money,
but she always said, “Don’t worry about it dear. It is all taken care of.” I
never found out what she meant by, “It is al taken care of,” but she left me
enough that would not have to work for quite a while.
I was smart enough to get a good money manager, who put me on a budget, or I
might have blown through my money like my parents always did. I am now enrolled
in graduate school, which will start in a few months. Therefore, I am focusing
my attention on taking care of the house, the large yard, and exploring the
“locked attic” that Grandma would not let me enter.
fact, she even refused to talk about the attic, which gave a great sense of
mystery and me want to enter it even more. However, the other day I was
rummaging around in some boxes in the pantry and found a key that said, “Attic”
would think that I would instantly run up and go into the attic, but now that I
could enter it, I was afraid. Grandma was not a timid woman, so when she never
allowed me to enter the attic, my childhood-self made up all kinds of stories
of what mysterious things were happening in the attic.
an adult I knew these stories could not be true, but the fear that my stories
created, still remained deep inside of me. So, again, I found many reasons why
I was “too busy” to explore the attic and put the key in a “safe place,” which
I unconsciously made myself forget.
soon as I realized that I was letting my fear get the best of me, I began my
search to “find the key.” Of course, I searched the house for months and could
not find it. Then, finally, one day, I was in a hurry to go on a date and could
not find the necklace that I wanted to wear.
my hurry and aggravation, I turned the jewelry box upside down to dump
everything on my dresser. And then there, to my surprise, was the key tapped to
the bottom of my jewelry box. I instantly recognized the key and ran towards
the door to the attic. But when I got to the door, I paused.
was I so afraid of going into that attic? It had been many months that I had
very happily lived in this house. There was no reason for my feelings, I told
myself again and again. For two days I tried to convince myself to unlock the
door and walk the stairway up to the attack.
I had another dream of Grandma in her Golden Body. All she said was, “Do not be
afraid my love.” She might have meant something other than the key, but as soon
as I awoke I put on some jeans and a t-shirt, untapped the key from the bottom
of my jewelry box, and headed for the door to the attic. NOTE FROM SUE Hi Everyone, Stay tuned for information about our "Eclipse Unity Consciousness"