A Story from the Realms of the Beloveds
“Everything lived is a story. Here is mine.” Tantra Maat
It is chilly in my beloved New Mexico desert, but I am outside listening to Carlos Nakai playing Morning Vision. I have just walked my daughter’s dog Keven with C and Alfie, C’s dog, and am now settling in to write my Dream Walk after the Call last night.
What is a spiritual warrior? I am not sure I have ever asked that question or been asked that question, yet it is up…this morning particularly for me. A spiritual warrior does not operate for or against the outside world. A spiritual warrior operates with their direct link with Creation. Mine? To move with what grants life and has us exist as whole. To restore the Realms of the Beloveds that had this planet be a paradise. To restore the relational field of connection with ourselves, with each other, and with that which loves us. And yes, I am fierce.
“The art of being a warrior is to balance the wonder and the terror of being alive.” Carlos Castaneda
This is what showed up not in the people on the Call but what was present in the electromagnetic field of the Call. These aren’t things human beings want to know. Being enculturated to be helpless, the deep spirit is often watered down or drowned out – not anymore. Two years ago, I watched the deep spirit rising in human beings…quite a shock to the survival-based personalities of our modern world. This that showed up yesterday shows up when you begin to operate beyond the barriers of separation, isolation, and fear. It’s like a GIGANTIC BOO!!!! meant to turn you around and keep you tamed. I am not tamed.
We don’t choose to be spiritual warriors. We just find ourselves being one as circumstances arise that require one. Me, I prefer walking the mountain or walking by the Rio Grande, being in my backyard with my kin…the trees, the earth, the dragons, the birds, the dogs, the sky…
In 1985, I went to Ireland for the first time. This land of the gods and goddesses, of the primordial forces, of otherworldly natures that have not gone dormant changed me…brought me home to the deeper natures of Creation that are always moving with human beings regardless of their awareness.
I am ‘moving with’ in a respectful and aligned way with a Star of the Heart Activation that will take me to Ireland again. It is the activity of a lifetime. This skilled, technically capable, quantum bioengineering body of work is part of the restoration of paradise on this planet. If you change the energetic field that human beings dwell within, you change what is real. Real is only a manifestation of energy condensed into thought and form.
I have been chipping away at the pushback of the barriers that block human beings from being part of the greater kingdoms of love that they belong to.
It is for me essential to reach a certain frequency quality that human beings are able for that has that which goes against life here lose its hold. Part of what, when needed, The Field of Tantra Maat is designed for also. The World of Unity Telecall last night was part of that – chipping away at the barriers to the power human beings have to move with Creation and with what has life exist as whole. It was a tough call.
I actually had great resistance to coming on the call because I could feel the aspect of human beings that is not human that has people hate, reject, shut down, close off…etc. It is part of the mesmerization of the mental mind that shuts people down or overstimulates them – where they react or feel frozen. This is why the Creation Templates are so important. They heal the solar plexus so it is responding to the power of Creation not to fight or flight, f___ it or kill it.
The mental mind has a wall that human beings have trouble going beyond…it happened to the human species a long time ago. It is like a spell or a shock that turns human beings back into the mesmerization of illusion.
I knew that was what I was confronting last night – the barrier. I happened to look down at my phone 45 minutes before the call and a woman who was raised indigenous was calling me. In the conversation, there was a message for me. That is the way of spiritual warriors. They are aided by strange and unusual means that fortify their spirit so that they can carry on. Lightning is angels. Thunder is gods. This is not for an explanation – it was a message from the quantum nature of things that fortified my spirit and, in an energetic manner – girded my loins – my solar plexus was once more the drum of Creation.
When you are spiritually fortified, there is a Daniel in the lion’s den quality to your feeling of presence. While you are indeed engaging with human beings, you are also watching the barrier and seeing if it is weakening, collapsing even. There is a freedom that happens for human beings when the barriers to what they are part of that reveal who they actually are dissolves. That is what a spiritual warrior watches for – human beings being freed to be their unique and essential aspects of Creation.
I could feel the barrier. It was strong. When my co-facilitator Jim asked people to raise their hands if they wanted to share, neither he nor I saw any raised hands on our computer screens. I closed the call.
Within a minute, I got messages from seven people who told me their hands had been raised. We have a virtual system in place for communication so I immediately let the people know what had happened and asked them to share what they would have shared if we had seen their hands raised and would have called on them.
Other things happened in the next hour, that I paid attention to as the Field of Tantra Maat is a relational field of connection, building matrixes within which realities of unity can rise…where the operational design of a unified field where everything is moving with everything else, everything is in relationship with everything else, everything operates on behalf of everything else are all expressions of wholeness.
I know, “Yes, but?”
As long the lens of human beings is clouded by separation those yeah buts will continue just not much longer.
I went to sleep. I dream walked. Dream walking is very specific. You are in a different territory of existence that exists but just doesn’t register in the waking world. I don’t know how many pages I have written. I sat down to simply record the territory I experienced and, as you can see, a lot more came out.
I was in this amazing house that would have fit well in a Walt Disney movie. I was given a piece of paper as something or someone wisped by me like a semi-visible wind and put it in my hand. It all happened so fast. I thought I could see them but I couldn’t retain what I saw as they folded my fingers over the paper. I unfolded the paper. It read, “A most unusual fellow”. It was clearly a letter of introduction because the most unusual fellow who had the look of a Picasso Pixie Boy was staring at me smiling as I looked up from reading the words.
I knew I was in Diane’s world. I could remember her going out to her mother’s garden. I could feel her way of being completely. Her simplicity. Her world of her fairies and her animals both stuffed and alive, and her dolls was the world I was walking in before I became seasoned for the world I had been born into. Then she appeared. It was good to see her. I like her and was sorry she had to hide in order to survive…in me…
She smiled up at me with her golden-brown ringlets and her simple plain cotton day dress. She had a small goat with her. She had been walking around this oddly shaped house with oddly shaped furniture that morphed without explanation into who knows what. Definitely an attention grabber. She handed me the rope to the goat beaming that we were together again and I could participate in her world with her…finally…
She motioned for me to let the goat go out to play. She turned away from me after giving me her big teeth smile. I remember watching black and white TV with my elbows on the floor pushing my two front teeth in so they didn’t stick out so far and Mother could not tease me about them anymore. Without realizing it, I opened the wrong door. I felt her turn to yell to stop me but it was too late, off the goat went. He or she got past the bushes. I was mortified. I felt the goat feel me. He or she stopped and turned. Jumped straight up in the air which only those kinds of goats can do and pranced back toward me so proud to be returning. I heard Diane laugh and clap her hands gleefully behind me. I was relieved. I didn’t realize I had been holding my breath. As I went to close the door, seeing the goat doing slow-motion antics around the morphing room out of the corner of my eye, something slammed again it. I was thrown to the floor. A gigantic, out of proportion with the rest of the environment, wolf towered over me.
My heart stopped but I instantly noticed there was no fear. There was actually in that world no possibility for fear or terror. Mortified, embarrassed…yes but not fear…not terror…
Keven, my daughter’s dog, is 65 pounds and when he sits on you, you can’t get up. He is all muscle. This wolf was probably 100 pounds heavier. He nosed me and I was rolled over. He licked me and I was dripping wet. He pushed me as if he were a wolf chiropractor, my body going into all sorts of different contortions. I could have sworn he was laughing and enjoying himself even though I could not hear a thing.
I started laughing and crying. I was so relieved. The world I had been in a few hours before just couldn’t exist here in this place I found myself. The wolf had dropped himself over my body and I lay looking up at gently swinging chandeliers – an excessive amount of them.
Diane’s face came over mine. She was so beautiful. She kissed my forehead and I woke.