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Being With John-Roger | Is J-R Dead?

Being with John-Roger


Is J-R Dead?

It’s been weird, it’s been a roller coaster, it’s been mostly great, it’s been scary, it’s been like a bizarre dream, it’s been confusing. Mostly it’s been exciting and very different from what I thought it would be.

The day that he transitioned, or died (or however you describe a non-event where someone leaves but doesn’t leave) I felt as though I was emerging from a dream, where I was the same but everything around me was different. There was a strange lull in the air, like after an earthquake. I felt very detached, serene, lighter. It was disorienting, but there was a calm inside me that felt very elevating and spiritual.

I remember lying outside on my deck in the sun, having no particular place to go, since the “earthquake” had rearranged everything. Nothing was going to be where it was supposed to be anyway so there was no point in sorting through the rubble. And the intense sense of peace and beauty inside me made me even less motivated to do anything. I remember when my mother died when I was a kid, my first question to my father (asked with some trepidation) was, “What hap-pens now?” I had the same question the day that J-R died. But there was such a sense of security inside that there was no urgency, just curiosity. This was going to be an adventure.

The physical body is solid, part of the earth, a block of stuff. It blocks things. It blocks the light, and it can also block invasions, bullets, small animals, wind, other physical bodies. It also can carry things, or bear burdens. With a spirit as huge as J-R inhabiting and maintaining a physical body, it meant that all kinds of things could be blocked. It also meant that all kinds of burdens could be carried by it. That body could block a lot of negative things, with just a word or even a look, as J-R often did with those around him, and with MSIA, and probably the planet. And that body could also carry the burdens of a lot of people, as J-R did with our karma, and probably the planet’s. The day that body stopped functioning, I felt a relief, as though as much as possible had been loaded onto it in those final moments so it could be transported out of here, like loading up a train with as much as it could possibly take on its last trip out of the station, or a ship on its last trip out of port.

He took as much as he could. And as he said in 2012, in one of the many farewell messages that he’s been giving since he started his work: “I’m not going anywhere.” If anything, he just became more present inside. And who is J-R anyway? Is he a guy who evolved and was promoted to higher spiritual aware-ness and now has some kind of bigger position? Or is he a guy who just let go, and became a vehicle for spiritual awareness, and then dissolved? Or is he a character we all invented in our collective dream because we wouldn’t believe spiritual truths if we told them to ourselves, and who we’ve pushed into a deeper, less conscious part of our dream so we can learn about the “dead” parts of ourselves?

Being an initiate of someone like that is a bond, like a marriage. We’re connected. So when he went some-where a part of me went with him; and another part of me stayed here. In a way I’m more split now, but the part that’s with him is less split because he’s less split. I’ve observed that since he’s been “gone,” I’ve given myself a bit more freedom to get myself into messes. The most frustrating part of my life is still there, which is that after 33 years in MSIA I still can’t consistently duplicate on my own what I experienced around J-R’s body and still experience around the workshops and institutions that he’s set up. So I still have to do spiritual exercises, listen to/watch seminars, go to workshops. I know the end goal is to do it all on my own, and I still complain about the inefficiencies and slowness of this whole setup, and I still participate in it. Unlike him, I have nowhere else to go … for now.

With J-R’s body gone, there seems to be less of a block to negativity. Since the earthquake everything’s been repositioned. What was a door is now blocked and what was a wall is now wide open. The winds can blow things in more easily, but at the same time it’s easier to step around them, and there’s treasure scattered all over the ground amongst the rubble. There’s less structure, more disorder, more freedom, more emptiness in the outer world. With so many of the structures blown to bits, you can see further; you can feel the wind and the rain and minute changes in the weather now.

I think it’s a big shift for the planet too, and the adjustment period has just begun. The people who are living in the house where J-R lived (which is a huge vortex of Light energy) and who have some ability to see into other levels of consciousness, described how, on the night when he died, beings from other realms and other planets were coming to the house en masse, confused, looking around, asking “Where is he?” Since there’s no separation, we’re all in this together, and on more unconscious levels everyone on the planet is asking the same question.

And on this dualistic planet we also all know where he is, and it’s as peaceful there as it ever was. One of the funniest things to watch in the last six months has been how we have started to act as though he’s more distant (which would mean that spirit is more distant, an absurd idea), and that we can now get away with things, or withhold things that we couldn’t withhold before, or that we now have to do something, or that we’re now “in charge” of something. It’s kind of like a baby who thinks you can’t see them if they hide their eyes. It’s all as open and obvious as it ever was, and spirit is as “in charge” as it ever was. J-R being “gone” is an illusion that we’ve all bought into, to varying degrees. It’s in the air, so there’s work required to overcome that illusion. As usual, I don’t have to do anything elaborate to break the illusion, just stay in good spirits, live life, do spiritual exercises, and ask for what I need. It’s all the things that I think I have to do that get me in trouble. “The training wheels are off,” as a friend said. And more than that, the roads have been reshuffled. It’s going to be an adventure.


By David Sand

David Sand in Abu Simbel, Egypt, 1987 (below). He has since been replaced by a stone replica.


David Sand

2 thoughts on “Being With John-Roger | Is J-R Dead?”

  1. Loma Davidson

    Dear David, I enjoyed your article on J-R. You are such a prolific writer and an excellent photographer. I love all your work. Please keep it up.
    Perhaps a book is in the offing? Much loving, Loma Davidson.

  2. Hi! David, this is one of the best article I have ever read. Thank you for keeping the flag flying, and we are together in all this… BARUCH-BASHAN.

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