Grade 1
Sometimes we find out that our efforts to help end in disaster. In Jeff's and Pat's auditing sessions I recalled a particularly heavy failure to help. I'd created a race of plantlike beings to be used as food for another more highly evolved batch of beings. I apologize to the squeamish about how crass that sounds, but we were pretty sure of ourselves back then. I thought I'd attended to every detail in their construction, but I missed something major. The "feeder people" were poisonous and we found out the hard way, after our beautifully evolved race of beings were nearly wiped out. Everybody was mad at me! All my hard work and good intentions culminated in disaster. How does one do penance for such an act? Apparently I agreed to hate and fear myself, and to suppress my abilities to prevent further trouble. I'm done with all this self-chastisment now. I seemed to have agreed to do this to a point, but now it's over. Continued suppression is no longer the answer it's not helping anyone any more. I now feel free to use my abilities freely and I'm ready to accept the consequences of my actions--and I believe there can be good consequences now.
