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The G-String Theory brings through a higher consciousness, addressing our karmic connections with others, while sharing beautiful Third Wave messages.

The G-String Theory weaves a tapestry of funny experiences on the streets of India with messages at Sai Baba's ashram.

One.

In other words, we fabricate daily dramas to distract ourselves
from connecting with the huge, magnificent light of our Souls.
We play small in an attempt to hide our light because we are
terrified of surrendering to God and to our higher Selves. In
The New Wave of Being, we step into our greatest vision of
our Selves, and we no longer fear our union with God, we
welcome the union as our natural state of being.

When we make a true inner connection, it feels like we are
sitting with God. It is a peaceful place of total surrender. In this
place, we realize that conflict only appears in our lives when
we are living according to our ego's agenda.

When we surrender to our Soul's agenda, we feel God's
presence in everything. Surrendering to our Soul's agenda
means accepting that we don't know what is ultimately in our
best interests. When we accept that we don't know, we are
able to more easily detach from the outcome of each situation
that presents itself. We can more easily trust that the
outcome, whatever it may be, is for our highest and best.

When waking up and sitting with God becomes our only goal,
everything else falls into place. Wholeness and peacefulness
become our constant state. Life begins to flow with an ease
that could never be accomplished using our usual controlling
ego methods.

Two

Souls say good-bye to relationships with the sentiment, "Thank you for what you have taught me.. Thank you for what our time together has allowed me to release and remember about myself."

When we approach relationships in this way, we're set free from addictive relationships with people, substances,behaviours, thought forms or beliefs. Instead of lashing out in fear, feeling victimized, or trying to hurt the other person, we see the experience as our Soul's opportunity for growth. Ultimately, we can only ever hurt ourselves, change ourselves, and heal ourselves.

The reason is that on a much higher plane none of these karmic relationships, nor these experiences of reincarnation, really exist. The New Wave of Being ushers in the understanding that karma and reincarnation only exist in our human perception.

Both karma and reincarnation support the ego's belief in separation. These notions perpetuate a false reality and an illusion of our own making. The illusion is that God, and every other human , is outside of us. The New Wave of Being releases us from endless karmic cycles and from the need for reincarnation. It dissolves the whole illusion of our separation from Source. It is this separation that has been keeping our Soul's voice quiet and our ego's voice booming.

The way we have perpetuated and played out the karmic ties in the human realm is through projection and denial. Every person we attract into our lives is brought in to perfectly mirror
where we are blocked and wounded. That person will mirror the most deeply hidden parts of ourselves, those aspects that are hidden so deeply that we don't even know they're a part of us. So we get angry with, and begin to hate, the qualities we see in the other person, because deep down we know it to be a reflection of the part of ourselves that we have tried to deny for so long.

The Soul doesn't care that we are trying to hide these pieces of ourselves, because the Soul doesn't feel shame, sadness, humiliation, or guilt. The Soul merely invites in another person to act as the perfect mirror. At that point, our ego gets enraged and turns the healing opportunity into a painful experience of external projection. The extent of our anger or irritation towards the other person is directly proportional to the depth of our hidden shadow self. It is easier to hate an outside source than to hate ourselves. In the end, though, it is all only self-hatred.

Similarly, because we hide our light and our greatness, we think that those qualities we respect and admire in others belong to them only. But we would not even recognize or notice those wonderful qualities in others if we didn't possess them ourselves. It is easier to love an external source than to love ourselves. In this way we avoid ever needing to meet and love our own Soul's Essence. Without truly loving ourselves, it is impossible to fully love another, or to fully receive the love of another.

Three

Promptly at 7 AM, there was a knock at the door. A thin young man, dressed all in white, and looking no older than a teenager, came into the room. He told me that his name was Pakua and asked if I was ready.

As John walked out the door, he whispered to me, "I'll be back in an hour. Remember this is no time for inhibitions. In India anything goes, so don't be shy."

He walked out, handing the man 300 rupees, which included a rather generous tip.

I was left alone with the young man. I had no idea what the protocol was, and I was confused about John's "warning" on his way out. I realized that it must have had something to do with the upcoming massage.

"Where is the massage table?" I asked.

"I no bring table. Lie on bed," he informed me.

"Do you do Shiatsu?" I asked, remembering that the Shiatsu massages I've had in the past allowed for clothing to be left on.

"I do Shiatsu, and oils. You want I use you cream or my?"

"Mine," I said, realizing that my clothes would certainly have to come off if cream was to be applied.

I walked over to the bed, hoping that he would turn around so that I could take off my shirt. There was no chance of that. He was not about to miss the fun of watching his client undress. So, with his eyes burning into me, I turned around, took off my shirt, and quickly lay face down on the bed.

I left on my shorts and underwear knowing that underpants were definitely part of the massage protocol in America.

"No pants," he declared as he pulled off my shorts and underwear with one quick, well-rehearsed tug. John's words of warning rang in my ears.

So there I was, lying naked in my hotel room in India, with a strange man hovering over me, and my protector somewhere downstairs working on his biceps and push-ups.

"Okay!" I decided. "I am not going to be a prude. When in Rome..." and I relaxed ever so slightly, waiting to see what would follow.

Pakua started to smear the lotion on my body, rubbing my skin in a circular motion as he went. After a while, my cream ran out. Pakua pulled a bottle of some cheap pink cream from his pocket. It looked like it was several years past the expiration date. As he poured the cream onto the palms of his hands, the heavily perfumed smell wafted down towards me. I knew then why I had suggested the use of my non-scented, environmentally - friendly cream in the first place.

That became the least of my concerns as Pakua's hands started becoming a little more adventurous, making their way to the top my thighs. He pretended to focus on acupressure points on my legs, but I felt his eyes fixed on my body.

I began to see the humour in the situation. I pictured Pakua going home to his high-rise apartment at the end of the day and telling his drooling, envious friends that he had earned his rupees that day by rubbing cream into the naked body of an American tourist. I wondered if perhaps it wasn't back to front, and that actually I should be the one getting paid for this.

"Maybe you could put a blanket over me," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Lying here so relaxed, I'm starting to feel quite cold."

Reluctantly, he picked up a blanket from the floor, and, getting one last look, he draped it over me. I felt a lot better, and actually a lot warmer too.

"Okay. Now I can relax and enjoy this," I thought.

Little did I know that the real massage was just beginning.

"Turn over," came the order.

I did a quick flip without disturbing the blanket. Pakua moved his hands up beneath the blanket and continued to work my thighs from the front, all the while regaling me with a story of how he had fallen in love with a woman from a caste below him. Their families had prohibited them from having any contact.

"I Brahmin," he said proudly. "That is highest caste, but her family no happy because not allowed to marry our of caste. I hate this. I hate this caste system even though I have highest caste. I love India but I hate caste. Now I no more girlfriends. I no marry."

"Pakua, how about you do my neck and shoulders instead? That area is bothering me the most." I said, moving my attention away from his love life and back to the moment.

Pakua obediently moved around the bed to my neck , and placed his hand lightly on my shoulder muscles. He rubbed them for a few minutes.

"No tightness here, Madame," he exclaimed. "I go back to legs. Skin dry by pelvis - you need more cream."

Four

The New Wave of Being is upon us. Now is the time for us all to

become familiar with what our truth is. Our own personal truth

that rings true, loud and clear. NOW IS THE TIME TO STOP

CHASING AFTER OTHER PEOPLE'S TEACHINGS, TO

STOP CHASING AFTER GURUS AND RELIGIOUS

LEADERS. THE MESSIAH IS WITHIN EVERY SINGLE ONE

OF US. THERE IS NO MESSIAH OUTSIDE OF US, THERE

IS NO WORLD TO SAVE, THERE IS NOTHING EXTERNAL,

THERE IS ONLY US ON THIS JOURNEY, WITH THE REST

OF THE WORLD BEING A BEAUTIFUL MIRROR TO

REFLECT OUR REALITY BACK TO OURSELVES

EXACTLY AS WE ARE.


WE HAVE ONLY THE JOB OF WAKING UP TO OUR

DIVINITY, OF SPEAKING OUR TRUTH, AND OF HELPING

OTHERS AWAKEN AND REMEMBER WHO THEY TRULY

ARE. GO OUT NOW AND SEIZE LIFE WITH BOTH HANDS.

DANCE, SING, LAUGH, AND BE LED BY LAUGHTER, FOR

LAUGHTER IS THE SONG OF GOD. THIS IS THE NEW

PARADIGM WE COME TO ANCHOR IN. IT IS SIMPLE. IT IS

LOVE. BE IT, SHARE IT, KNOW IT, LIVE IT. IT IS ALL

THERE IS. I AM THAT. YOU ARE THAT, WE ALL ARE

THAT.

Five

We need never prove anything to anyone. We need not even try to convince anyone to believe what we believe. We need only offer our experience as a sharing of our truth. We cannot allow ourselves to be invested in whether others believe as we do. Those that resonate with the same higher truth will naturally be drawn together. Only our egos care if someone agrees with us or not.

Baba doesn't advertise his ideas, nor does he recruit his devotees. There's no charge for being in the ashram; only sleeping and eating there incurs a minimal fee. Baba's beauty lies in the simplicity of his message and the generosity of his love. This, and not the "magic", is what really attracts people to him from all over the world.

When witnessing a miracle, a healing, or even Baba's manifestation of Vibhuthi, our brain shifts into a different gear. Witnessing a miracle dislodges our egos enough for us to admit that there might be something beyond the tangible, temporal world we know.