In preparation for the CreateaWorld YouTube discussion with Dr. Deb on Friday, September 1st at 9 am
It turns out that the RV repair company La Mesa in Albuquerque kept what plugs my RV into the socket outside the house to run it. I have no idea whether they will return it or not.
I have been seeking in conversation with others to get to peace of mind over this over-a-year fiasco [actually even before that] with this RV of mine. I prefer to discover the source of fear and dismantle it into life force energy rather than be at the effect of the fear – it costs me the joy of my day and of life and I’ll not have that – not for me – not for others.
Especially nowadays and in the years to come where so much will be transmuting from trauma into life force energy and we will be part of that no matter what level of society we are in even at the most greedy level.
We are in the return at every level of humanity’s Indomitable Spirit and I and others are at work about that.
I talked to Dr. Deb who talked to me about intent versus impact because I have observed we are all feeling this intense need to protect ourselves against harm. While much is at work in magnificent ways at the societal level about this, I and others are taking it on at the spiritual level.
Intent is the purpose behind an action or statement – the why behind what someone does. Impact is the result.
It is how the person on the receiving end of those words or actions interprets or feels about what they just encountered and are at the effect of the experience in a positive or negative way.
My daughter works in highly victimized communities that feel helpless in the face of the impact of their being lied to, marginalized, under-resourced, and ignored which is exactly how I feel in the way I am being treated at the RV company. I psychically knew that this kind of consciousness of non-caring of human beings for other human beings would escalate into a global pandemic because the cause is the loss of spirit that kept humanity in touch with each other and, yes, in love with each other and making sure each other’s needs were meet or if now that the compassion for not meeting the needs was apparent.
I noticed I am completely at the effect of my RV $20,000 later still has the same problem that it started with and that the service department simply ignores that and gives me the same answers. I am white [but a woman and old] and I am obviously in the category of privileged and supposedly not marginalized, under-resourced, or ignored (supposedly) – but that is not what I am experiencing.
I notice and am living the feelings that are there for all of us as our systems fail and do not take human beings into consideration as this company demonstrates – my go-to is to feel like a victim and my only means with no one who has the power to protect me is threat and wanting to harm and the need to withdraw and hide. I knew that these feelings would begin to penetrate aspects of society that felt safe so in truth I am in the perfect place to be feeling these things. I am completely at the effect of the system right now and for the most part, there are no heroes even though there are those who deeply care about what is happening to me even though it is just an RV that was my home and have tried to help but have no ‘power over’ what is happening to me.
So now I turn to myself not only as an individual but as a member of the human community no matter what different aspects of community might think about me and my right to feel the way I do. It is an exploration of the collective consciousness for me and as a spiritual being what I can do about it is awaken consciousness and awareness because the innate nature of human beings is to care and before I am incinerated at my death I will promote that spiritual ether with everything I have and even after.
I woke this morning after a dream of how I successfully maneuvered myself and others out of an inferno of fire to safety. I used my desire and love for these strangers I was with to guide me. It was an amazing dream and when we got below scaling down cliffs and running across streams that were evaporated by the inferno, we knew we would never be the same. The very terror that drove us mixed with making sure we all made it created an alchemy of existence that was new and would begin to recreate itself in our lives. Keven my granddog woke me to go outdoors and when I went back to bed to get more sleep – a voice said, “I will no longer let my life be managed by fear of harm.” I knew that voice was my deep Spirit awakening in me and I was glad.
Am I still afraid – yes. It is hard to see what has happened to us as human beings that brought these societies of separation into existence, but I will seek out those who are willing to trust again somewhere, hopefully, here with me and we will take on the journey of going through the inferno of separation and find a way down the cliff and through obstacles feeding the joy of our own caring of ourselves and others and having that be the stabilization point through all this.
Thank you if you read this – it feeds the fire of Spirit – our shared Spirit and that is a good thing. Thank you for coming to listen on Friday on our CreateAWorld YouTube. You feed the field of new realites rising as we are in the throes of old ways of being failing.
*Please note the Creation Templates from which the books I have written and am writing transmute trauma into life force energy and give us the power to create new realities independent of the old ones. I will be organizing working with people who are part of new consciousnesses of new futures forming soon. All my love, Tantra”
One of the characters in the dream was Hugh Grant. I know he was the character in the dream because he was a bad magician in Dungeons and Dragons, a movie I watched a couple of times.
The Dream: I was going to a magic school and I could tell that I could help with a formula for Hugh Grant who thought he could carry the magic all himself and use it for himself. Somehow, I got myself tangled up in trying to fix it and he came after me with dark magic. Then the dream shifted and I was terrified.
Please note, that I am no longer terrified. In fact, like I said when I took Russ to the plane this morning, I was actually quite centered and calm. That doesn’t change my solar -plexus is like a 5-alarm fire feeling danger all around me except here at my home and my torso is shaking. I know it is shaking with remembrance attached to this event with Dakini, but for now, I am just giving it a place where I can watch it but work to not let it dwell in me – buying myself some time.
I also slept after Russ left at 5 a.m. this morning. I couldn’t sleep last night and finally fell asleep at 2 am and up at 4 am but I could feel my care for myself no longer so terribly thrown by what I felt coming at me enough to go back to sleep at 5:30 am and sleep until 10 am.
I have Keven with me who feels like a magic dog this morning protecting me from bad joo joo [spelling incorrectly on purpose to not draw attention to what I am aware of]. Having him feels good – real or not real – it feels good. I say all this because I can feel my stature again, not necessarily strength, but stature. I must have really hit a fissure in the realms of magic that carries a time similar to a memory my body remembers when I was flayed open and the potion made from the power of my solar plexus was used to destroy my people. It is along that line only more active and felt more real.
I think I can let the cellular memory and what is working through me right now stay in my observer more than my craver thanks to Melissa all the people who wrote craving exercises for the craver to move through ‘harm’ into the river of Life where what is life-enhancing and life-generating dwells – increasing in me the power of what is life-enhancing and life-generating as well.
Also tethering felt like a lifeline for me but I didn’t say that…still don’t understand why I would say that. But whatever people did yesterday, what my heart family did, including the strange-looking young man straight out of a Mexican magic hat who towed the RV, and what happened tethering has left me able in two ways.
One is, while still highly at the effect of my body’s memory that is still reactive, I am simply letting anything around the RV go because somehow it hit a fissure of powerlessness that I can ill afford. Second, I said to Maeve this morning on a voicemail on WhatsApp. the magic I am rebuilding to the best of my ability to put into words is between human beings who can once again be cared for and care for others in thought, word, and deed [the realms of the beloveds] and not be turned against each other.
Whatever destroyed the ability of human beings and their ability to care for each other over money, possessions, houses, social status, and even their partners who harm others, etc. – all entrapments, I keep bringing myself there. Whatever happened to me so long ago was really really bad. I know that and now it is up for transmuting the trauma of it into life force energy.
Keven just came over and laid down beside me.
I know I am in a transmutation because the actuality of transmuting showed up in the second part of the dream as really real. I can’t type this without shaking at the horror at the tender tendrils of memory. It is why I have kept my distance from human beings this lifetime. And now, the break with human beings’ ability to belong once again to each other as beloveds of the cosmos and the planet is before me and thanks to the support of this Field of Tantra Maat, and others with capacities, I have a chance.
The second half of the dream[?]
[In reality] I knew I was in my bed. I had turned to face the wall of my bed with my head at the base of the bed so the sun could flow over me like in a sarcophagus [another memory of how to protect myself using the power of the sun to do that- I was drawing what protected me and helped in a transmutation from everywhere]. I knew I would be safe there in the sun in the face of malevolence coming at me with everything it had out of Dakini right outside my window. I also called on the Goddesses – the Dakinis because I knew that naming her wasn’t a mistake – I now know that that it was an act of protection for what was to come.
Dakinis are energetic beings in female form, evocative of the movement of energy in space. In this context, the sky or space indicates ??nyat?, the insubstantiality of all phenomena, which is, at the same time, the pure potentiality for all possible manifestations.
I had finally ‘with the help of my beloveds’, broken through the entrapment of my personal identity that had been caught in feeling betrayed, unsupported, and left to be destroyed with no one there to help me, the terror that has been eating at me far beyond this lifetime.
Vile black thick threadlike fingers of darkness were enraged. I was slipping out of the unconsciousness that I had been at the effect of. The tendrils came at me again and again. I would wait as long as I could with them all around me, but not in me, and capture as much of ‘them’ as I could into a Merkabah and pull myself and the Merkabah and the horror of the evil into the earth beneath me. I watched what happened there. I don’t know what this area of the planet is but it is pulsing with Light for sure. The light from the fissures of the molten core of the Earth Herself came up and devoured the black evil tendrils connected to a malevolent consciousness and a consciousness it was. I saw it in memories of actions others had taken with themselves, others, and Life – all innocent. I held to my own innocence and the innocence of this beloved species I so adored for so many milieus until the break with belonging to what they truly were designed to be -creatures of paradise – began.
“Mer” means Light. “Ka” means Spirit. “Ba” means Body. Mer-Ka-Ba means the spirit/body surrounded by counter-rotating fields of light, (wheels within wheels), spirals of energy as in DNA, which transports the spirit/body from one dimension to another.
I couldn’t move because I had to be so attentive and intentive and precise but I kept imagining taking my pulse in the trinity of the pulse of my own heart [that had been having serious pain last night], the pulse of the planet, and the pulse of the cosmos. I let the terror I felt in my body also go into the Merkabah.
I woke, with the first dream still dreaming itself out in the background of the second dream[?] event. Realizing in that scenario with Hugh Grant that I was repairing the trinity of magic – myself, others, and Life and, while it was not yet completely real, the magicians who work only for their own power were and would be subdued. I remembered remembering in the activity of the second part of the dream that I remember Jesu as an alchemist and knew I would wake up and print out the Lord’s Prayer in Aramaic and be part of restoring that reconnection with the Beloved.
I woke to notice I was no longer quite at the effect of those memories of those times in this new Here, this new Now.
I knew even if I died or the LaMesa Service Department never fixed the RV, or the bank came after my home, I was once again in the right relationship with what I once was a long time ago ‘with O/others in the Field of Paradise’ – formidable. If I had to live through the weakness that most human beings face who are broken from the Realms of the Beloveds, not by their actions but by actions from malevolent forces. Then so be it. I know how to take territory and taking territory I might be able to now once again.
The definition of Tethering-late Middle English: from Old Norse tjóthr, from a Germanic base meaning ‘fasten’. To fasten in such a way that whatever is fastened stays in place and stable.
The Field of Tantra Maat is designed to be a coherent field to draw from that which is nested in the operating quantum designs of Tantra – the unity, metapoints, of the cosmos and the planet and Maat – balance, harmony, proportion, symmetry, grace, and beauty. The exploration that we are in is to observe the reduction of trauma in the members of the field as they evolve and the awakening of structures of new brain patterns that allow for the individual and the collective to become cognitively aware and cognitively articulate in the broader spectrums of unified fields that human beings once existed in and languaged from.
The Field of Tantra Maat is a coherent field for others to draw from in their quantum endeavors that operate on behalf of all life – for Quantum Bioengineering “on behalf of All Sentient Life” and for Damanhur ‘on behalf of the evolution of humankind…and others…when needed…
The people who chose to tether are entering into a covenant with those of us who will be on the ground in Ireland. This covenant is to be held at the level of commitment in which this offer is being made. Since we are breaking the hold on the broken money matrixes, I am asking for a financial and time tithe. Mine was $55.00. Maru presented my proposal to Sandra and she suggest 10% as a tithe for a project she is doing. 25 euro or 25 dollars. And then on June 5th, 2023, Sandra set up a training for the tetherers for an additional 10. The opportunity to make a difference is now 35 euros or dollars. There is a fluctuating dollar that we will leave to Creation. I am very very excited. I was talking with the Language of Consciousness Institute participants this morning. People have no idea how in the quantum field so little can provide so much…tipping points…leverage points…etc that can change our world faster than you can ever imagine…Well actually it is hard to imagine because that part of the human neural function has been compromised.
Here is the link: If you cannot translate into English on your computer. I have highlighted some of the information below.
All authentic Moroccan Rugs are collectively known as Berber rugs. This is because they are made by women in different Berber tribes in Morocco. Berber women in remote villages weave the rugs, relying on traditions passed down for generations. Then, in small-town markets, brokers buy the rugs cheaply, sometimes by coordinating their efforts to underbid and drive prices down. From there, the rug is marked up several times before eventually being sold to a tourist. Brokers and shop owners pocket much of the profit, while most of the work is done by the original artisan.
Alfombras Berber Desierto is a solidarity project in the south of Morocco focused on promoting the work of women in the Sahara desert and supporting the neediest sectors of this region with resources through their work. Handmade rugs with top-quality wool yarn.
Sandra has lived in the Moroccan Desert for many years. Director of the International Institute for Quantum Bioengineering from which solidarity projects are carried out in the nomadic regions of the Desert and the Atlas. She is a weaver and directs the carpet weavers’ project to strengthen cultural enrichment and to allow these wonderful works of art to reach everyone.
Our tithes will go to them.
This is also a change as of June 5th, 2023. You will be supported by Sandra’s people with specific training for this endeavor. Stay tuned. Powerful magic…I am so jazzed. If you ever wanted to move with Creation, this is your chance. Depending on the participation and using Sandra’s energetic request – you will, during your designated time of attention, will be holding the in-person participants in compassion, attention, and intention so that they are free to be empowered on behalf of all of us and on behalf of all sentient life. I am only working with Ireland dates as I have had no part in the Glastonbury events and that may change also. That is fine. What is happening in Ireland can be leveraged for everything. I love you.
Send your tethering tithe of 35 euro or dollars to PayPal at firstname.lastname@example.org. This will not change. Send to friends and family when you are in PayPal and in the comment put TETHERING. I will organize the groups and team leaders next week. I will be talking this through also on The World of Unity Telecall Wednesday if you have any questions.
Soon human beings will know the power they carry in their compassion, attention, and intention on behalf of paradise.
It wasn’t until tWitch died that what the people who are my personal caretakers have said to me came home to me. I don’t know if people realize the stress on people who know life is meant to be beautiful and extraordinary. I read an article today that someone posted about how vaccines, modern drugs, the automaticity of work, work, work and do, do, do is part of a reality that is taking us down. In the work of Tantra Maat, we call this a reality of separation. But I have been told that it is particularly hard for those who know this isn’t real and find themselves in heartbreak even though their personal lives are beautiful. This is the power of connection and also that bane of connection. With no place to go when you are in your heart optimistic, when you know the beauty of life, and the wonder of it all, and your love for those around you and those you meet is beautiful and strong. You find yourself carrying the empathic response to the collective heartbreak of the planet with no place to weep, to cry, to feel the loss…well it is life-defeating…I know. Can I even dare to write here that my heartbreak at the collective level has had me wake every morning sad beyond measure with. my heart hurting with the pain of every loss of every human being whose time is NOT to die? I have seen and been shown 2021-2027 so I can hold myself true even when I am not waking up into feeling like I want to be here. I generate it in how I do my day. Going into beauty, taking care of what I love, and reading the WhatsApp threads and social media of my friends. Tending to life while at the same time no longer driven to tend to what weakens the joy of being here. My caretakers call it many things. They say I have carried the world on my shoulders long enough. I need to find ways to be cared for now. They say there is a strategy in which that which goes against life seeks to snuff out the hearts of the Lightbringers, the kind, the tenderhearted, the joyful. They say I suffer from heartbreak and that is a beautiful thing because it is real and not make-believe as the world would have it. 40% of the USA that is considered affluent suffer from mental depression. All I know is that I want to thank tWitch for the statement he made and I wish he hadn’t had to make it. It slammed me into the clarity of what I am feeling even in the midst of my precious personal life and I am grateful. His loss can give us the resolve to not let ourselves be taken down by what has undermined life on this planet for a long time. I am clear it is in its end of days. I was shown how hard it would get emotionally and in our gut and our solar plexus and in our hearts. That is what the prophetics have been saying for the last two years. Build your emotional palette. Choose what gives you life in a minute-to-minute way as what has been demonizing life here is in its final days. The dark before the light. The storm before the calm. Please hold on and build a life where you are standing. I wish I had a way to tell his wife and children that it had nothing to do with them. It is the final vestiges of realities that have had us live in separation from who we are and how we were designed to live here that I promise is dying. We just have to hold on and not die from it.
The word ‘epithet’ comes to mind as my heart is forever changed by a week of knowing him. One definition of an ‘epithet’ is an adjective or descriptive phrase expressing a quality characteristic of the person or thing mentioned. Joe – a man of extraordinary dignity in a world where dignity is given no grace. The other definition of ‘epithet’ is a term for abuse. I got to live that with Joe. This is where writing what I experienced through his life really has no words that can bring it home to our hearts effectively. Joe was here for his brother Julian. I cannot write here what happened to Julian as a child. It is obscene and cruel beyond measure and to survive it he has a mental sensitivity that has him compromised. The landlady gets his social security check every month to pay his rent. The small apartment complex is housed in one of the more dangerous parts of Albuquerque and there are a few. He is subject to theft, taunting, and threats all of the time. The trauma of our society is acted out with crime and trauma laced into a normalcy that those of us not caught in the debris of a system gone awry could never fathom. In the. midst of it, Joe came to live with his brother to protect him.
Joe showed up at my door one day when I was on a coaching call. He had his landscaping vest on, a bucket for weeds, and a rake or a shovel. I can’t remember. He apologized. He told me he worked for a landscaping crew that had no work right then and did I have some work for him? This fast-growing ground cover chokes the life out of the trees and the other plants had taken over the rim of the front yard and another toxic weed for animals was covering a lot of the backyard. All I could say is, “I am on a call. If you want to start pulling out those weeds in the front, you are welcome to do that. We can talk about the price after I get off the call.” He said, “okay” again apologizing with a deep sensitivity present in disturbing me. That caught my attention. The feeling I got was that this man was not one to do this kind of thing as a routine. I came out of the house after my call and was shocked. I had only been on the call for a half hour.
In the desert part of New Mexico, people often put down a thick plastic ground cover over the earth to keep these fast-growing ground covers at bay and cover the plastic with small stones. It is also attractive. When I came out the door, Joe had taken all the stones off of the plastic, rolled back the plastic, and methodically dug out the plants to their roots. I just stood there. It was a precise, thorough, and a fast piece of work. He looked up and I said, “I pay $25.00 an hour.”
The days rolled toward a week. I am in this telling not sure how many days have passed. I showed him an area and in record time that area was impeccable. While there is probably unsaid in the telling, there was enough truth in it that I can piece together what had happened and what was and is still happening. Worse than the kid that gets picked on in school, Julian, Joe’s brother was an easy target for abuse both by the people who do crime in his area as well as the landlady herself. It is still in the writing of this hard for me to understand although I certainly remember this kind of abuse happening in school growing up in Tennessee. Joe was Julian’s only line of defense but hard to believe as it is, his defense of his brother in a vicious landscape of theft and manipulation became a platform to get rid of him.
Before I go on, I am not a pushover. I love my hyper paranoia, so I think I have a legitimate perception of the character of a person even in a world that I cannot even fathom. Joe and I worked out exactly what he was going to do every day. His work was beyond acceptable…more like an artist that takes care of everything with amazing exactness. Tools cleaned and put away. Trash picked up. Paint brushes cleaned. We were an instant team. There was an instant affinity and mutual respect. We negotiated each moment of our relationship in our time together making sure that there were no misunderstandings with the sensitivity of those who take care of life wherever we are standing.
It still quivers my soul to think that what happened to Joe is true. But it must be true to a great extent because in my dealings with him none of what the landlady told me fits with any merit. My mother was an alcoholic. Drug addiction is rampant here in Albuquerque. You get to know the body somatics and the hunger for the addiction that lays behind the interaction of people caught up in this challenge. Joe exhibited none of this. As near as I can piece it together, Joe would not put up with his brother being a target. He got in fights. I don’t know if I have the subtlety of language to piece together how the culture of abuse that had his brother as a target ganged up to get Joe out of there. They broke into one of the apartments and then said they saw Joe do that. When the landlady verbally abused his brother through text and phone calls Joe supported his brother in fighting back- for why is she the way she is with Julian? I don’t know but I did some digging and it is to the landlord’s advantage in Albuquerque to get out low-income paying renters to rent for a higher amount. There is little or no protection for a person like Joe’s brother.
After the theft of his truck, the theft of his phone, and the accusation of his breaking and entering another apartment, the landlady pulled the ace card which I still am not sure is legal. If Joe didn’t leave [more on that in a minute] Julian’s apartment, Julian would be evicted. The threat went deeper. He had to prove he had left town. If I hadn’t lived this through with Julian and Joe, if I had just heard someone telling this story, I wouldn’t have believed it. I would have thought the landlady must be right…but not possible…simply not possible…Yet in the face of what people can do to each other at this level of mentality, my confronting what human beings can truly do to each other has been unavoidable.
Then there is the magic. While writing about Joe is difficult for me in the telling as I am not a skilled writer who can relay the story sufficiently to evoke the empathy and caring that I wish I had an adequate written expression for, it is even harder to write about the magic. I work in I, Magi to ‘recall’ human magic. Human magic rises without question when the bond between human beings cannot be broken. This is our story: Joe, Julian, and I with C a contributor also. I am a ‘privileged’ older white lady. You can abuse the unseen but there is an instinct to be careful of becoming visible to the seen. That is what the privileged are – the seen. We had deeply needed work for Joe to do and he did it with partnership and dignity. Between C and me we had the money. It was and is a pleasure to be with him. Yes, his life had fallen into a downward spiral of chaos, but his dignity, impeccability, complete communication…and especially taking care of the equity in the relationship between us was the high bar that I know human beings are designed to be. Things began to fall together. I had wanted to close my account on one of my phones. So I gave him my phone I didn’t want when his phone was stolen. I found out about Medicaid phones that people who were ill or low income could get. What we needed to get done before winter and wanted to get done before winter so C could paint the gates and ornamental art on our house walls, was done.
The most important moment was Friday. The landlady had put an eviction notice on Julian’s door. The deal was that Joe had to get out of town. While there is no law that backs that up, the threat of calling the police, and evicting his brother made it impossible to do anything else. Joe worked for his bus ticket which I bought, but on Friday had texted me to see if I could cancel or change the date of his departure. I thought that meant he was not going. I have been sleeping a lot so I fell asleep only to wake the next day to Joe wondering where I was to take him to the bus station. A series of amazing events started to play themselves out. I called Julian. I got the phone number of the landlady. I called her and let her know that I had been the reason Joe had not gotten the bus. That he would be staying with me. I realized he had worked with the landscaper Saturday for much-needed money. I am good with bullies, especially female ones. I had become willing inserted into the equation. I was able through carefully crafted statements to position Julian so that it was clear that I and my lawyer [ my beautiful Jim – always on call] were now looking after Julian and arranging for Joe to leave only because of the threat of Julian’s eviction. What was being done to Joe and Julian was now visible. I wish I could take the time to put in the texts I saw on Julian’s phone – the undercurrent of threats using the court system against Joe and Julian. One: “I will go to court tomorrow to put off the eviction for one month.”
Last night, Joe and I went to the bus station earlier than we wanted to. You see, Joe has no ID, no proof of his existence. No cellphone. He asked me to take him to Walmart to buy a set of new clothes to wear and items for his brother that he needed while he was gone. Dignity.
It was a pleasure. Please be clear, there is no patronizing here. No charity. Shared field on behalf of all life. That is what Joe and Julian and I are doing in the face of incredible odds. But in the human magic of belonging to each other as one species, there is a power that moves through the broken shards of human existence during these times. Julian, Joe, and I with C there when needed did this together.
When we got there we went in and found out the bus that went straight to Phoenix due to take off at 10:40 was delayed with no idea when it would arrive in Albuquerque. However, there was a 10:00 pm bus going to El Paso [Joe’s hometown] that was leaving in ten minutes where he could then jump on a bus for Phoenix. I took a picture of Joe at the gate. Yes for the landlady to stop eviction procedures but, well, I wanted his picture also.
I went to shake his hand and he opened up his arms for a hug. We embraced, each tucking our heads into the other’s shoulders. He has my number and Julian’s number on a piece of paper. He says it will be two days before he can get a phone and contact us. His cousins he hasn’t seen in years, he says, are taking him in. How he finds them I don’t know. He can get his ID there, get his affairs in order, and most importantly find a place for Julian to come to. We will see what happens. He has the amulet of the mother goddess Deb gave me of black obsidian to protect him. And of course the most mighty protection of all – human love and human dignity.
“Our very bodies cannot be well as the future unfolds if we stay ignorant of the deep roots of new beginnings that are occurring” Tantra Maat
Before I start this missive, I want to thank my daughter for her research and personal experience and her fierce commitment to new cultural systems of Creation now seeding in the manure of our present civilization: nurturance as the new baseline of human beings…I can get behind that.
“This is just Life,” This is no longer relevant. “Life is changing and we are indeed moving into the next greater whole,” is relevant.
Listening to these young people 30 to 40 years younger than me, as a mystic and seer and a prophetess, I can ‘see’ the new systems of interpersonal relationships as a new culture of ‘human-being’ is rising. This compelled me to stop in my tracks in the midst of my insane day of needing to get everything done before I fly out tomorrow on Christmas Day…and write.
When we entered 2021, I could feel the higher consciousness of unity restoring itself here in the physical world. We are in the chaos of what is going out of existence and what is coming into existence, what is deconstructing and what is constructing, what is collapsing and what is expanding.
My daughter sent me this podcast. I am actually not sure why but as a consciousness linguist, hearing the field of consciousness that words are now evolving from is essential during these times. She has been using this word base in her sharing with me and I am grateful that I now have the activity of consciousness behind them. This podcast is brilliant.
While most of you might think you have no interest or need to know about the cultural shifts in gender consciousness, I say you do need to have that interest. Let’s start with my age cultural upbringing where gender was sex and role bias. Sex and roles dominated what society held gender to be.
Now let’s do a fast switch into spirituality – yin/yang, for instance – where the masculine and the feminine meet and have both/ and with diverse interests of expression. When I listened to this podcast, tears flowed freely down my face. This yin/yang restoration is coming into existence in their very speaking AND their listening.
In The Field of Tantra Maat, the activity of that field is unity-bias – the restoration of the union of the cosmos and the planetary, the spirit and the flesh, matter and energy, sacred and secular, etc…the yin and the yang… The exploration of these amazing writers is unity-consciousness…no one left out and no one left behind.
Ignorance is not productive…your sexual preferences, which probably a lot of people attach to the amazing exploration of gender consciousness, is not the topic of this podcast. Listening to what they are exploring as a culture of creation is. These new adults are coming out of trauma-based realities and exploring how to begin a new unity-based culture of nurturance. This podcast applies to every one of us. These amazing grownup Children of Creation are our wisdom elders now.
If I could have a miracle, the miracle would be that somehow this journal entry reaches the woman who touched me deeply and who I wish I could help.
At the bottom of this journal entry is a request for those who have had covid…not to work with me but to find a particular remedy….but please read first.
This is a simple yet heartfelt hope that I can reach somehow the airways of as many people as possible that have had covid and post covid breathing problems, general fatigue, muscular fatigue, and/or depressions that are existential crucibles.
I use the word ‘crucible’ on purpose because the last seven months of restructuring my life to get my life back has left me at the door I did not expect. I am 75 years old. That means I have a long history with myself. What I did not expect was having to go to ground zero to rebuild my system (post-Covid is not a recovery event. it is a rebuild event from scratch event). The definition of a crucible is -a situation of severe trial, or in which different elements interact, leading to the creation of something new. the word existential is also on purpose. ‘Existential’ comes from a Latin word that means ‘to exist.’. The field deals with questions about the meaninglessness of human life and a person’s individual freedom and responsibility to make his or her life meaningful in some way.
I was fortunate. I have an extraordinary medical support structure of women and men who are on the leading edge of researching not disease recovery but what has a physical system restore its wholeness regardless of the disease or injury. Much research has been done to show that the body can completely regenerate or at least for now to an expanded degree beyond what was thought. This has always been true for me. I have a track recovery of rejuvenating my body but now consciously. That means I did not have the actual path it took, I just seemed to have a capacity to have show up what was needed and I had not forgotten at a spiritual level that the body was whole regardless of its circumstance or what it was at the effect of. Now I have a more conscious relationship with what has the body remember its wholeness but it is important to remember it was not always that way for me.
What had me finally write this journal entry was yesterday. I had met a woman last month who was in covid recovery. She and I and others are in an exercise and fitness center together for heart and covid recovery. When I saw her she was laughing and she was talking to me about how she couldn’t believe how I took on working out so rigorously and that it was fun to watch and inspiring.
It has been hell actually, but I go in, put my airbuds in my ears….turn on Technotronic music. My body is inspired and responds to the beat. Then I went home and collapsed. For those rebuilding their bodies and their psyches after Covid, I might add that I am on the side of rebuilding where I can now breathe and mostly not fatigued so much after exercise. What I have now run into is the replenishment of blood flow in the muscle has produced excessive soreness and pain. I have chosen not to use pain killers simply because I am paranoid they would suppress the body’s natural healing…and truth said…I have a few times. My brain still revs and it is hard to meditate and sleep but I use delta music from Source Vibrations to at least help me get to sleep or have my brain rest. All this is for those of you who think they need to recover can take on what it is to rebuild. I had Covid in June 2020. It is now August 2021. The post symptoms did not start being evident until February of 2021.
I saw her yesterday day. She turned and looked at me and smiled. We are all wearing masks again, but I recognized her anyway. She was walking laps around the gym room holding onto an oxygen tank trailing beside her. She had not been on any oxygen of any kind before. Her eyes were sad, kind, and pleading. That did it.
Now PLEASE I BEG YOU FIND A HOMEPATH! The one thing that was absolutely clear was the Covid depleted my system’s ability to recover its life force energy no matter what I did. Nothing worked. No matter what I did, I couldn’t walk more than 20 steps. Any incline of altitude took me down. I couldn’t hydrate. I had to stay on baby coconut water to keep my electrolytes in my body. I started Carbo Monoxide [leaving out dosage intentionally because you need to contact a homeopath and let them know what I was on.] and Conium. It wasn’t overnight. It took months including making my body move and lots of rest and a Mediterranean diet with primarily a protein shake that gave my body just what it needed without over-taxing the digestive process.
The most important thing besides the intense need to handle post covid effectively was I had to make myself first. I had always made my work first. No more. I found a sense of self in taking care of my body that I did not know existed. I had a good life…a rich life…a deep life before Covid but this is different. Yesterday when I was driving back from the clinic, I noticed that lately there had been a quality to my thinking that felt like the thinking of a ‘me’ that would have been me if I had not been so shaped by the reality I was born into and the obligations I felt I had to fulfill to be here. It felt good.
For those of you who read this, let your friends who have had covid and are struggling mentally, emotionally, physically. It affects your mental processing, your emotional happiness, and your muscular strength including the heart and lung muscles.
postscript: There are other things I did also. I got the remnants of the virus out of my intestinal track with a horse worm application, I stayed on the same supplements that I fought through the disease with. I kept my body highly fed with what has it build back, but the homeopathy, without it nothing could have reglued my body have the little spike protein had ravaged it because it keeps the body depleted long after the symptoms are gone. I know I was there.
“THE MIMZY PROJECT” OUR INVITATION TO YOU, NOV 05, 2020 AT NOON IN YOUR TIME ZONE – TO WALK YOUR SPIRAL –
Photo taken at Cornucopia with Tantra Maat’s statue of Pan.
Tantra Maat (tantramaat.com) and an international group of people will meet on Mount Shasta, California, to build a sacred spiral on the mountain for the purpose of building a gateway between the cosmos and the earth so that which loves the Earth and her forms can support the endeavour of what this planet was designed to be…Paradise.
In building this temporary Damanhurian spiral we connect The Temples of Humankind, the Inner Worlds and the Galactic Realms with this powerful mountain, on behalf of all Life and that which has us exist as whole.
Many others, from the United States and all around the world, will join together as geopathic pillars, at exactly12 noon in their own time zone, walking spirals or standing upon the land they call home. We will all unite in sending forth our dreams and visions for our planet. As each person walks their own personal spiral during this time period and as we walk the spiral on Mt Shasta, we will become part of new form of existence.
On April 4th 2009 Tantra Maat was driving across Mt Shasta, California when she experienced a powerful, visual and sonic introduction to a large number of beings that were giving her a message. Overwhelmed by the event, she stopped to sleep at a motel. On waking she remembered little and turned on the Television. A movie was playing called “The Last Mimzy”. It is about a scientist in a future time who needs tears of pure love to reboot the divinity in humanity as they are going out of existence. Sound familiar? As the movie played, Tantra’s memory of her experience returned. She was being asked to bring a group of 13 people back to the mountain the following year on April 4th, 2010. A date, that unknown to Tantra, turned out to be Easter Sunday.
Not having any understanding of why, Tantra gathered a group of more approx 30 people who felt called to travel with her to the mountain. She also invited other’s who could not travel, to tether energetically with those going to the mountain, and “The Mimzy Project” was born. For the next few years, people who were called, travelled with Tantra to the mountain. The final piece of this project was scheduled for April 05, 2020.
Then, in May 2014, to celebrate Tantra’s 68th birthday, she chose to visit Damanhur for the first time. A group of us, that again felt called strongly, joined her and thus began our relationship with Damanhur. Over the course of the past 6 years a number of us have studied at The Mystery School, taken our 6 past lives, participated in the Rebirth course, had spirals built on some of our properties in Ireland and America, hosted teachers from Damanhur to teach overseas classes and most recently, 10 of us were initiated at Damanhur in June 2019 and are members of the MeditAction group 118. Others of our immediate group were to be initiated in March 2020, but due to CV19, this was postponed.
As April 05, 2020 approached, it was clear that most of the group committed to travelling to Mt Shasta, including Shama Viola who was to accompany us, could not travel due to Covid and Lockdowns. Despite this, a group of 5 (all Lanu) managed to get to the mountain to keep the date with the “Mimzys” who Tantra now refers to as “The Realm of the Beloveds”.
A small crystal spiral was built with crystals that represented each participant that had been expecting to travel, and (from Tantra’s diary…)”We completed the ceremony of connection at noon. Included with all the Mimzy Participants, people who had built Damanhur Spirals all over the world joined us. It was quite the moment.” And for those of us who participated from all over the world it was indeed a very powerful moment of connection.
Each of these engagements had been invitations to the mountain from the “Mimzys” but then (from Tantra’s diary… )” we knew we had to have another date for us and them to meet…only this time we were generating it. What unfolded as all of us paid attention was the next date begins the 23 of October and goes five days completing the 28th of October. October 10 5+5. 23rd 2+3=5, ending the 28th 2+8 =10 = 5+5….. I knew that our date, October 23rd – October 28th, included connecting Damanhur to the portals and highways of Shasta. Not until recently did I know that we, whoever the we is for it is more than this territory of consciousness, is multiple territories. All I know is a bridge will unfold between those Beings in the galaxy who identify the planet and her forms as Their Beloveds. Now we with them will set in play the threads of love in the universe within which this planet was created will be able to be part of our reality once again and our theirs.” The time frame was then extended to 14 days, to allow some travelling from Europe to be able to honour the 2 week quarantine that was required in the US at the time of planning.
On October 23rd, a dedicated group of approx 25 people travel to Mt Shasta. In preparation Tantra consulted with Orango Riso and Piovra with regard to building a temporary Damanhurian spiral on the mountain. They did calculations based on the number of days that the group would be on the mountain and the date that has landed is Nov 3rd, 2020. Synchronically, this is the same day as the US Presidential election. Those that cannot travel from overseas, due to the continuing travel restrictions, are holding their Geopathic territories, with others around the world. Much is occurring as the preparations intensify. To read more about the origins of the project please follow the links below.
We look forward to having you join us as we work toward strengthening the new timeline for a new future for humankind and all life.
This brings us to 2021…and what is beginning to emerge…November 5th, 2021, is when we built the Spiral on Mt. Shasta. October 23rd – October 28th, 2021 is when we went to keep our date with the Mimzys – a date we had generated. This October 23rd, 2021, I am inviting everyone who participated or feels called to move with the linkage now unfolding that in the Field of Tantra Maat has become I, Magi, I, Guardian at the Gate, the Activations joining the realms with human beings again, etc.
This is the way that the Earth…communicates with life. In the Mimzy Project we have found as we are getting information, birds mostly but now fox are confirming our connection. Fun and beautiful. Human being are not alone. We are, yes, right now at the effect of what is occurring here, but as we remember that everything is energy and you can direct chaotic energy into a system, the Earth, large enough to create a higher order. That is the Mimzy Project. That is what these last 10 years are about. AND we haven’t even arrived at the mountain.
2020.10.14. I woke this morning spinning in a vortex of the earth. It was all so soothing. I was reflecting on violence, vandalism, and theft that had occurred and had been shared with me. But, in the dream walk, it was all calm. I am always so grateful when my spirit and the primordial mother come into a consciously conscious state together. This morning, my usually 3am moments of connection, it was exquisite.
Mt. Shasta is believed by many and dreamed by me this morning as the root chakra of the Earth. The Native tribes there believed, and may still, that the still active volcano is the center of the universe and the home of the Creator. In my experience, there is a center, for sure, there that has highways out into the universe and back into the earth that bring in many Beings from the vast realms of Creation. I got to meet a few of them. I am also clear that there has never been aberrant activity that anchored there. Aberrations happen, but they can’t hold. That is why if you live in the area, you are in a constant activation of alignment with the nature of a human beings’ original design and its place in the universe.
An aberrant activity would be like Jesus coming to tell the people to love one another and to turn the other cheek and that message aberrate into prejudice and hate that festered wars on the earth of the planet that once held gateways to powerful forces that supported the evolution of life here.
On the Mountain, there is a serenity AND A POWER that has Beings come in and out of there that operate on behalf of unity with All Life, in fact, there is not an energetic that would have it be any other way. That is what I mean by the Mountain is not aberrated. It exists in its pure relationship with the original nature of the original design here. As do other power places on the Earth. They are still in their pure form where life exists as whole and is life giving and life enhancing.
The Mountain certainly was that this morning as I spun in that quiet ecstasy of being part of beauty and harmony that does not even know that weird activities are occurring in the human realm. In the vast root of the Primordial Mother of the Mountain, her root was spinning me and spinning me gathering the violence, the chaos and drawing it in. It was a natural as natural could be like a tornado is natural. No intent but incredible function. I also knew I was being shown the human participation that was going to be part of some kind of constant that when we went to the Mountain, we would enter into that alchemy with The Mother. I was excited. In fact, so excited now I am awake, I am going to send this journal entry to Praline, because I am not at all sure I am spelling words right or making sense.
Tash, a participant with others across the world in the Mimzy Project October 23rd to November 6th, spoke to me this past year about tunnels that moved under Uluru in Australia. The second she spoke to me they became a consciousness in my geopathic nature. That was all there was nothing else, just a register of these tunnels with no other information available…until this morning… It was AWESOME! I was being drawn down through her root anchoring energy through the earth and I knew where I came out was her solar plexus. Uluru! She was drawing the chaos into her, through the root chakras down through the earth into her solar plexus-the earth’s solar plexus chakra Uluru including Kata Tjuta. I recognized the energetics of Uluru but had to look up sacred places in Australia on the web for the name of the rock formations I saw as I spewed out into the ground looked up at these HUGE rock formations. Shook me timbers, I’ll tell you.
When I saw on the web that these places were, by many considered the solar plexus chakra of the earth, I ‘gotta’ tell you my so above/so below sentient comprehension expanded dramatically.
And my solar plexus…wow! I knew immediately I had been given the Activation for October 28th at the end of the first section of the activation we will be part of on the mountain. Even sleeping, I could hardly wait!
To complete the dream walk, this went on a long time. I knew that we were part of something building. We were not going to be the cause of something on the mountain, but we sure were going to be with Damanhur and the Temple of Humankind an essential part of the participation…we were going to be building a spiral and doing several rope spiral walks to gather the human maelstrom of aberrant mindsets driving human beings wild and blend with The Primordial Mother’s body so that the chaotic energy happening everywhere could have a place to go to have the trauma transmuted into life force energy and to have excessive amount of energy creating chaos everywhere directed back into the earth to have it feed the deeper nature of unity that the earth is formed from. I do not have the second part of the awareness worded well yet but I am getting there…with the help of the intelligence of what is happening at Shasta as well as other parts of the earth.
I got the patterns to transmit. I got the movement to move with. I got how to weave the maelstrom into a fabric to restore matrixes that we would be part of a beautiful species that lives as whole. 🙂
Then I woke at 3:30 am cleaning up things I had dropped out, sending the people who scheduled call in and replay information, and other updating other things….just to get my mind calm enough to organize thought to write this.
Some really cool things happened too. I realized that my beloved RV, Dakini, was a maelstrom of her own and that after traveling in the energy of The Mother, I KNEW how to move with her chaotic energy and keep bringing it into the next greater whole. My 21 foot RV with her batteries constantly draining was my Primordial Mother project now.
Finally, I got the Excessive Amount of Energy I was moving with to quiet enough to organize my thoughts to write this. I looked up on Safari if there was even information about Earth having Earth Chakras. Just because it all seemed obvious to me, I wondered if other people thought so. There is was right in front of me some what I wrote about but what I haven’t share yet was the Sacral Chakra of the Earth was Lake Titicaca and the Island of the Sun. This was where CNN had asked me to go with them because in Bolivia the witches of La Paz and the doctor who was going to take them to meet these Kallawayan healers could not introduce them unless CNN had their own witch. That would be me. Try not to get stuck in your perception of a witch. It is nothing like what you think. For the people of the region, a witch carries a direct geopathic link with the earth. That would be me.
I had the pattern in my psyche of Lake Titicaca and Is that is where we went every day to traces the path laid before us. It was the Kallawaya shaman who I met and who approved me in a cave underneath the hotel we were staying in.
I had said as this project unfolded that all of our pasts were coming forward to this moment in time. AND this was mind.
But then as I read, I saw that the heart chakra of the earth was Glastonbury and other areas but Glastonbury is where Kea, one of our participants, has been at work for years to bring the White Spring and the Red Spring back into unity. Suddenly everything that I had been moving in in the dream walk was generating a great enough territory for me to comprehend more of what we were doing going there and, with that, more of the ability to do our part. Remember the tunnels under the earth that connect her in ways we do not comprehend. According to my source whose link will be at the end of this journal entry, Haleakala, the volcano in Maui, Hawaii and Shaftesbury 30 miles from Glastonbury are part of this heart chakra of the earth. Can you begin to feel it or grasp it a bit? One thing I have learned over my half century of work is that how 1 + 1 = 2 in our modern world does not add up in the deeper nature of things. There is such magic if human beings could be past the over simplified story that leaves out humanity’s connection to the cosmos and to the earth. Well, not where I am standing…and hopefully reading this…maybe also no longer where you are standing. That reading this you are a little bit more return to the Earth that is the source of all life, here.
We get so bogged down in having things be definitive, but this is not about that. The point if and if you read the link, she is speculating also. The point and the power is that a communication, a direction, and an intelligence occurred between this human as well as others having these connections happen also.
I have a broader spectrum of awareness not that gives myself and others the ability to be part of a something that is generating a operation to work with these chaotic deconstructing collapsing time to transmute the energy being expelled…to capture it and to bring it into the earth so that there is fuel for unity to construct, and expand us beyond the border of what is now occurring.
For many many years since the internet came, I have posted in a public journal. I am aware of the electromagnetic field of the Earth as a living communication system that affects the consciousness of the human species and, often the life like bees, of other creatures. The part the is always missed by the human species is that the human species is not the superior species and that this planet will prevail as a living being whether she is flush with life as we know it now or loving herself as a desert devoid of diversity, atmosphere gone, feeling the winds of the universe. It is the human species and they interest in being part of this exquisite creation and who they are as a part of it that should be a human being’s interest. I post in my electromagnetic journal because it is the way Creation hears me…just like music or the crunch of dried leaves underfoot or water trickling down a wooded embankment away from the roar of a human presence.
For 3 nights before I at the lucid dream walk on the 13th of October, I had had a dream about being with a guru. The first night was Sai Maa. The second night I did not know who it was. Seemed somewhat like Mooji .but not quite. The next morning a picture of a man in a simple dark blue short sleeved t-shirt caught my eye in a picture on the top shelf of a bookshelf at Sarah and Larry’s house. When we were driving to get my Achilles heel worked on at the next level that day, I asked her if it was her son. He was stocky, I said. She replied, “No that is Papaji He was a younger version of the picture on the web but it was him and Mooji was his discipline. Both nights they were getting my limited mind set out of the way, for what I know now, is for a larger mindset that can open up into the larger picture of what is happening at Shasta. Then the heart, solar plexus lucid dream and then the 14th….so clear…so compelling. Will simply list the imagery and associative awareness connect with each image.
The tornado like vortex pulling the debris fields of fragmented consciousness into the earth like poop in a toilet to be used for new growth continued.
Then from the earth another vortex covered the ground and was being drawn up into the cosmos this was an intelligence from the planet sending information into a specific place in the cosmos that Shasta – the Mimzy Project – could/would draw from.
Then a band almost like a woman’s girdle began to pull the center in. The message was ‘gathering time’. Now I comprehend this. This is what you do when you are related to time as a container not a ribbon reaching out from past to future. You contain it. We will be containing time to be used on behalf of all life during our time at Shasta.
These lucid dreams walks last a long time. My system is being reset to accommodate larger interactive interrelated intelligences than the present limited human mind. The benefit to any human being becoming for a while part of the larger relationship with Creation that operated on behalf of all life and have us exist as whole is we get more able to navigate the smaller reality of which we are a part without being captured and at the effect of it.
Then the most beauteous thing happened. Pink spheres began to emerge from the double vortex and covered it. When I was in Damanhur in the Hall of Spheres, I would always try to be the first one into the Hall of Spheres because I would sit for hours blending my mind -emptying into them. My favorite was a clear sphere is a pink lava looking softness in it. One night in the early morning, the little lava shape began to move and what looked like a soft finger began to come out of the sphere toward me. I tried to stay very still and breath deeply and gently shaken by the reality of it. Then it receded after coming within a foot of my third eye. I turned around to see if the protector of the space from Damanhur had seen anything. He was looking straight over my head but oh! was he grinning.
I was so excited watching these spheres. Damanhur has colors. I do not know what pink is but pink is definitely my color intelligence connected to Damanhur. I was very clear that the pink spheres were signifying a Damanhurian intelligence.
I love how the greater intelligence and intelligences push us past our mindscape the is so boxed and boring into colors, movement, shapes that rearrange our mind’s ability for greater intelligence. I was and am aware that much is going on and that the direction and actions that are ours are forming.
I fell asleep and dreamed of the doctor who worked on my achilles…my beautiful magical doctor…letting me know his wife had asked me to come to dinner. She is a guru.
Later that day in a meeting we spoke of gradients, resonance, topography, slopes, vector, etc…working our minds to be able to stay related to the multidimensional geopathic topography that is clearly becoming more and more of the communication system between the realms we are moving with in Shasta and ourselves.
My dog Lily crossed over into the non-physical realms July 31st, 2020 for those of you who do not know. Since she is a being who does not know separation, I entered a journey with others in the Field of Tantra Maat of transcendency. It is my hope to gather together the last few days as an experiential journal for those who are entering into the new futures rising. Below is a journal entry. It is not mine to do to have you understand. I am simply sharing my journal with you.
I woke up this morning and the gripping agony in my chest had elevated to a mild tachycardia. I recognized that when I said there was something to be achieved in the call. I did not realize until it occurred that what was to be achieved was a new higher frequency foundational base – a sustainable and maintainable place for what was occurring to occur with as little shock as possible.
Surrendering into those who have never left me; with Lily transitioning from physical to nonphysical; and the quantum energy that is available now as the multidimensions restore themselves here, we achieved a coherence that stabilized me/us/others in the higher realm[s] where realities of unity exist. [A dog that looks like lily is walking by right now.]
We in the 7 month Creation Project are working in the consciousness that is stabilized in the physical playing field through Template 3. The collective work is achieving a remarkable magic. Remember Template 3 is you generating an operational matrix to bring the quantum realms of what you hold/know/re-member reality to be into the physical realm. There was a result in the call that I want to note here.
When Jim spoke of unity in the beginning, the quantum nature of unity activated. I could feel it. It was as if he had dialed the code or set the field or activated an algorithm. Then when I said there was something to be achieved in the call another code connection between Creation and ourselves activated…there were others that spoke and activations occurred as I could see the lights come on in the quantum field of so above/so below re-establishing not only remembrance but actualizing it. We were the Templates of Creation speaking the language of creation. That level has never occurred collectively until last night at least where I have been present.
Then having Myra and Hisbiscus speaking in the last part of the call who operate consistently in the quantum fields was no accident. Nothing more or less only the synchronic timing of timeless time as everyone on the call was being their direct link with Creation and in their speaking operating on behalf of all life. This is not a mental thinking thing. It is what occurs in the shared unity of a one soul species each having theirs to do, be, have in a synchronic weaving with Creation.
When Myra said the word ‘borderland’, the realm that Jim had called in ‘unity’ and the landscape that was revealed during the call by those sharing, a territory came into being – formed…a borderland….including the border but surrounding it and going beyond it. A coherent, cohesive, congruent unified inclusionary territory of participation was established. Do not concern yourself with understanding or worry that you may not yet have the registers yet…you will.
For the first time I got sleepy at midnight instead of collapsing from exhaustion. I could dream walk again instead of being caught in the debris field between so above and so below since last Friday.
Two days ago, in my work with the reharmonization of my so above/so below system I am doing with Deepak Chari, Jeremy and Lily showed me their light bodies that could regulate into various forms…Lily clearly loved the form she shared with me and that is our meeting place…that etheric form here. They really worked with me to see if this form I recognize myself as could dissolve into the light formlessness which carries so much more dimensionality and capacity but in that session I could not. Experiencing the stuckness of the calcification of energy in my body was brutal the next few days until after the call last night. In my dream walk in the borderland that was evoked as a Timeless Time territory last night, I was shown me a summit in the borderland. If there had been words, the words spoken would have been something like, “You [meaning those passed over, those passing over, and ourselves] will exist together at The Summit.” There were not words and the structure of language in writing this does not lay it out right, but it is as close as I can put in the written word. I will do a Creation Exercise 3 on it to unpack it and give it a place.
I am clear the Creation Project that has showed up in the Restoring the G.O.D. Matrix work. It is upon us with great respect and dignity for our endeavor if the higher realms had those concepts. The G.O.D. Matrix that we are part of restoring is unity – duh!
However, the landscapes we have entered into is where the non-physical realm, the spirit, the eternal is, as it was originally designed to be, transcendent over the physical, flesh, temporal. This means that the loss of Lily and Jeremy and others including ourselves is no more; that our primary is our etheric [non-physical] relationship with all life, our spirit relationship with all life, our eternal relationship with all life – in our multidimensional, multi-intelligent, multi-sensory form here but we go beyond and can include what we are much further than here with the temporality of here no longer being a problem
I am not saying we are embodied there. I am saying everything everyone is saying is showing where we are engaging with the quantum fields and within that much more is occurring in multiple territories you all are engaged in individually and monadically. We are taking territory. We are opened up and sharing the landscapes of multiple territory but those territories carry realities of unity. For me it is no longer being held prisoner in an experience of separation from what and whom I love. That my body, my mind, and my emotions register and are part of a system re-established that carries no capacity for separation.
Be clear. It is not up to us the result. We are informing Creation and the G.O.D.s [the generating organizing design] of creation and we are, in response, being informed. We are using the consciousness of our intelligence to bring back territory as we remember and a Generating Organizing Design of Creation begins to occur where we are standing both collectively and individually.
This is Template 3. Template 3 is not a human exercise. This template carries our consciousness of restoration with a specific algorithum that we are now experiencing. Yes!
I woke up this morning as stated at the beginning of this journal entry. I went upstairs to see Diane, then came downstairs to set up outside here on the porch to write this. When I came out there was a green jellybean. A single green jelly bean on the deck by my chair. When Jeremy was in physical form, his CB radio title was Jelly Bean and mine was River Queen. His favorite color was green. Mine cinnamon. We are all bringing the greater coherence of the unified field into play in this physical territory. I was thinking this morning that the mantra that works well here is: