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:
A eulogy is a deep tribute for someone whether living or dead. It is high praise in honor of the person’s life. This is my praise and tribute to you – My Beloved Emer
There is no accident my beloved sister that I dreamed what I dreamed this morning.
There is no accident that you are part of not only my existence but in our shared existence of the deepest of the deep, the highest of the high, the most profound of the profound, my beloved.
This morning I had the first Saturday of the month that I would address this gem of Creation given to me prior to April 2019 to express into this world from the realms of so above so below that I and you, my beloved, are part of. Building the G.O.D. Matrix.
These highways, these openings that are happening now more often than not that exist where our mortal life and our immortal natures come together. What a joy it is for me to ganglily attempt to express there. To bring language to language that has been lost to us of paradise. What I hear in your singing in your work with Chloe and your poetry in work with Kim. I love these two women. I love us all who work to bring the expression of the beautiful a full living creation back into the human heart and hopefully piercing the doldrums of the human mind.
That said my love, I now put together a tribute as only your wild wacky dragon guardian can do.
First the dream: More a walkabout, a journey to the realms between physical life and after physical life. It was Chloe and me. There were other people we knew who walked through the dream Chloe and I were busy in, but I mostly sent them on their way as there was a task at hand. Mine to get all the trimmings of the boring dull rituals of celebration and completion out of the room including the dull boring people faithfully waiting to do dull boring token rituals what literally were a ‘waste of time’. I was my sometimes frustrated, ‘jeez Louise’, “Get out of Here!!!” Self working on behalf of getting the space ready for Chloe so she could sing your over from the physical world into another paradise if needed.
It was not a prediction of your death. You know me – I cover all the bases and this was one of the bases I definitely know how to cover.
It was not fun for me moving through all the minutia of unconscious people and ritualistic areas like a dinner setting after a funeral for people to socialize as well as closing the door and locking it on the priest who was politely getting read to show me the Church your service would be in. That was not part of Chloe and my mission. Chloe was to sing you over past all that so you didn’t get stuck in these setting and you could fly as only you can into these absolutely awesome light highways opening up beyond the building – so exquisite I was even pissy about that because if it was your time, you got to go and not me. Let’s just say my role in the dream was cleanup and my always irritation when I have to clean up the mundane to make room for the sacred.
Finally, it was done and I was exhausted and knew I had a call to do and had to wake up. I cleaned up. I thought you would appreciate that and went outside where it was snowing only it wasn’t snow, it was so soft and precious so the purity of your heart raining -reigning- down on us.
I took your hand with a glint in my eye of complete excitement and said, “It’s all good. Emer. No problem, no problem at all.” I was so glad I had been able to clean up the place so that there was nothing in the way when and if Chloe sang you home to your ethereal realms where we, Chloe and I at least – probably more, could be with you forever.
Then I came out of the dream, as Lily, in her perfect timing asked to go outside to pee which we did right before it started raining. Then we came in and I saw an email from Anne Byrne sharing a dream with Deepak Chopra.
Here is her dream:
Last night I had a dream – I am in a room with others completing silent meditation – I get up and beside me is Deepak Chopra. He nods his head speaks with someone near him then after a few minutes comes back over – places his hand on my arm and as if his eyes become portal to the timeless love we drink in the realms – I don’t have words for this as it went way beyond words and, I knew he was present to the same through my eyes – It was very deep bridging in pure consciousness – pure love and pure silence … went on as long as needed; then ever so gently return his eyes soft he says you remind me of someone – Tantra – I say, Tantra Maat. “Yes’ he says – I can feel his listening for – so say there are around 60 in the field of Tantra Maat – Tantra the wisdom of holding the point of unity at the center with love – as above so below – as within so without heaven -earth – masculine-feminine… Maat – the grace to embody the qualities of the Goddess on behalf of…. again depth of silence and seeing both each other and beyond – then he says – Give her my love – I wake…..
This had me share my dream with her and then she responded. But before I send her response, I want to send you the link to the G.O.D. Matrix 45 minutes expressive narrative as it is all part of the realms of Creation we are participating in. An imaginative creative expressive narrative. What else would happen in our love of you?
Let’s just say I was being my real self here, not the one I dress up for in order to go into the illusion. Building the G.O.D. Matrix
When I got off the call, Anne had sent me this:
For Emer – a sovereign being -shaman who knows the thresholds and the realms… For you too – Chloe singing heart sutra – will take time to’ be with’ several times today,
Then she said,
What comes to heart In Lord of the rings – the white tree returns to life at the return of the King – = Sovereign nature restored. and I am adding and all of what stands for the magic of Paradise can finally come back together.
I love you. I love I get to live in the magical worlds with you. I love I get to participate at the level of consciousness we exist in.
“I realized that I need to be in Mt Shasta to hear. I need to see if it is time for me to go home or negotiate my staying as part of valid life-enhancing ways. It is not that I know. I have not heard the certainty I hear when I know I know. I don’t know if I’m going home or staying. There are lots of signs that I am at the end of something. Others are too though. While it doesn’t feel like physical death, it might be. Whatever it is, it is a quantum of some kind. I at least need the next right action and the synchronicities that go with them. I don’t know if this is the moment. If the marker has played itself out… I don’t know. I only know I do not live to be redacted only to expand.”
Well, boy did it!
In Shasta, I made peace with my fate so to speak. Just remember Fate is never what we think it is. I successfully got my book, Mind of Creation, in my head to begin to unpack it after I wrote a chapter that absolutely complied with the higher vibrational fields of Creation working with me to bring this book into reality.
I came back to where I was staying with a beloved friend whose dog Izzy is one of my dog Lily’s best buddies. A little white fluffy dog and a taller black sleek furred dog trotting together down the road. What a sight to see! I came back in time to go with a friend to her birthday celebration #2 with friends. I have lived in working environments of consciousness most of my adult life. It is fun to be with friends who are also at work in raising consciousness. She invited us to see A Tribute to Leonard Cohen in Sacramento. We have dinner on a paddleboat. The magic whispered in my ear as we searched for a parking place in the overcrowded river bank and the old buildings that once existed there. “There. Stop there.” Sure enough, there was a car backing out that was right in front of the boardwalk to the paddleboat.
During the Tribute, I cried silently. They let me, which I appreciated it. I was so sad to look at this not being where I should be right now in my life, but I have moved before I have never been disappointed. This felt different. I have moved so often I could not determine what it was until I was driving the birthday girl back to her car. She began to challenge my thinking. She didn’t let up. I do think she was my lieutenant in another lifetime. Something happened in our exchange. Especially when she said, “You need to decide if you want to live here, not us. Everything will rearrange into the right order if you get to your truth.”
I woke up still not knowing if I wanted to stay here. Parts of being here have been so hard. But something was different. It was as if a cloud had passed. I took Lily out for a walk and passed a man working on an old VW camper. My first camper was a 1963 VW Camper. My son Jeremy and I and our dog Cuddles had wandered up and down the east coast in that camper. Even spent the night with Buffet Saint Marie [click here for a song that has carried me through my life’s journey for many years.] who was sleeping under a fishing boat in Maine.
I asked the VW man his name. He said his name was Lance. I had been noticing lately that people’s pasts are coming back in strange and unusual fashions. It was as if we are experiencing the final chapters in events that happened at the beginning of our lives. Two things pinged. One was the camper was like mine only this one was a 1970 VW Camper. And Lance. Lance was my best boy friend when I was under five and lived on East Ravine in Kingsport, Tennessee. Both the camper and Lance had made my life very happy, safe, and secure. Both of these connections had also been followed by tragedy. I had to leave Lance, Susan, Lee, and Zaria, my bestest friends, to move to a ‘better’ section of town where I was miserable, afraid, and not secure. A series of events happened one of which was the camper in the late 1970s. Within a very short period of time, my son, Jeremy, died of unknown causes: I backed over Cuddles, not looking in my need to get to the hospital and killed her: I had restored a property on the Tennessee River for an older friend who was to give me the first right to purchase. He sold the property while I was in the hospital with my son.
This level of synchronicity got my attention.
I told the VW Lance who I was staying with and that I was there because I could not live in my RV. I shared the story you all have heard. First, he talked to me about if I got him the inverter, he could probably fix it or replace it. Then I shared I thought something was wrong with the wiring and that the wiring might have been compromised after being in the shop to have the RV’s warming blankets and screen door put in.
“Well then,” Lance said, “You need to talk to Duke. Let me get you his Facebook page.” Duke University is what saved my life when I was very young. I had had a rare blood disease and they developed a serum to save me. Ping! Of course, I managed to forget the name and look up the wrong Facebook, page but Lance in his roaring engine VW showed up again coming down the road, so we got it straightened out.
I felt that I needed to get hold of Duke before 5 PM. I had a call with my support people who were creating a space for miracles to happen. Before I called them, I wanted to see if perhaps I had my miracle. Jim had already found the man who actually created the wiring for the simplicity road track and he already told us he’s got us parts. That was miraculous. Janice had had a vision after I had had a reading where a very powerful reader had told me not to keep the RV – to get rid of it right away last year.
I called Duke and he called me back. I told him about my situation. He began to share with me that I was under warranty from the dealer but when I told him road track had gone bust, he was stunned. “They have been in business since the 70s!” I told him that Jim had gotten hold of the man who designed the wiring and who could get us schematics and parts. He was thrilled. That is one of the fundamental aspects of magic. Shared field. The next level of wholeness supports everyone in the field. Then he asked, “Where did you buy the RV?” When I told him where I bought the RV, he said. “Oh.” Clearly, he was disappointed at my choice. He had a few choice words and then told me he had been working on Roadtrek Simplicities for over 20 years. He also told me we would video him going through the entire RV so that if anything had happened that messed up the wiring, Jim and I could take it from there.
I realized when I had woken up morning, that if I could stay in the area, the only way I wanted to stay in the area was in my RV. I also want another sanctuary. But if I can’t have that, then I want to stay in my RV. Not only did Duke go over everything with me, but he also inspired me. He told me he works in the very RV park I live in repairing RVs and I realized I had seen him, and I knew who he was. Lance said he had a great reputation and worked out of his house because repairing RVs was his passion. Maybe I will be able to stay in my RV …and then find land to live as a community. You never know…miracles birth miracles.
I ended the call with Duke at 4:58 pm and got to call my friends with the miracle at 5 – on behalf of all life!
I will not be able to have him be with my RV and me until May 2. In the meantime I will go back to San Diego and do work was an amazing practitioner who shifts the past into a higher harmonic where it can be complete, having our lives exist more in a state of wholeness. There is another piece of magic that I cannot share here because it involves my children and their lives are not to be shared here. Just know it is another miracle. Not being able to share it doesn’t change its beauty.
I will visit my oldest son, go to San Diego for a week. Come back up and visit again before coming back here. We will see if the next level of synchronicity between myself, others, and creation keeps going. Do I doubt it? No. Just because I do not know what the next greater whole is, does not mean I don’t play my hand on behalf of the next greater moment of Creation. When your life rearranges itself suddenly especially these days, there is actually a larger reality at hand. We may not know that with our mental mind, but our consciousness does. I have been very sad, but not afraid. Very confused but trusting. Shaken, yet cared for. I am very glad I live in a collective consciousness with others in the field of Creation because in that collective consciousness there is simply more possibility of the synchronicity with all life to occur.
I may or may not be writing another chapter but thank you for listening it is been a precious revitalizing and reconstructing moment for me. In the meantime, I am running the Templates on behalf of ‘my home’ and posting them on Generating Realities of Unity – Through Creation Exercises on Facebook.
So many people are having thoughts of this is enough already in their circumstances and in life in general. Little do they/we realize that we are on a threshold of new realities birthing themselves through the debris field of the old realities that had everything be separate. God separate from humankind, spirit separate from flesh, the eternal separate from the temporal, the physical from the non-physical, and so on.
In the Spirals, we rise into disruptions to see if there is the possibility of creation a pathway that is in unity with Creation. What humanity does not know is that we are the missing element…if is our hearts, our minds, our Being that is the animate magic of Creation here. We have a lab, the Spirals, so that we can be in discovery and develop our actual strength, stamina, and capacity to develop registers that register the pathways, the formings, the actualities, the doings, the havings that exist when our systems are restored to their unity with Creation.
I received a message from the dealership service department, but I could not make myself read it. I could not. I trust my gut, my solar plexus, and it is why I do solar plexus activations. I trust the eternal’s ability to enter into the temporal on behalf of all life. My own terminology to myself is, “I know when to wait on the power of G.O.D.”
My message to The Spirals of Being – Sacred Labs operating on behalf of restoring humanity’s unity with Creation
When I started the Spirals, I knew that I would have to be in equal participation in opening up into the new matrixes of reality forming. When regard to my RV, I said I did not know what to do, I did not. When I said I knew what I what was mind to do and what was not mine not do, that was real. Out of that clarity, I knew I could be present to the not-yet-seen, the not-yet-known and to what I call ‘the forming’. The forming is where Creation and human beings come together on behalf of what grants life and has us exist as whole.
Dynamics of interaction began to form…a team so to speak…why a team? I didn’t expect a team. I, like most of us, was just looking for someone[s] to solve my dilemma, not the magic of what is it like in the transparency of life in a larger community who can share not only the wealth of being together but the challenges. I have had two incidents in this area around leaving where I was living, once because it was time to leave and once under duress. I needed to know if this time was a sign that I was not to be in the area. I couldn’t imagine it, but what if it were so. In the past, I had had two sanctuaries that were extraordinary and filled with people and activity and love and I cherished every minute. What had changed? I knew it had to do with my mission to be part of humanity’s moment once again time to evolve. I knew that I needed to be part of the activity of that evolving not separate from it. I knew that these years ahead including last year and this one that evolving would, of course, include who we are in our connection to our Selves, each Other, and Life. I knew we were moving from a separation-based, isolated individual-base to a unity-based, metapoint of self, other, creation-based paradigm – for me – reality.
I just knew I had to stay where I was standing until, or if, an interactive, interrelated, synchronic environment of Creation and human beings came out of the fog could form. The others, called, began to appear. There were those who sent me messages so I would not feel alone in this and, in that, some who began to respond within the possibility they were part of what there was to do.
I am writing them and writing my Chapter 3 today while I am doing what I love most, being there on behalf of life, in consults and planning. I will copy the letters here. This is my prayer,. That our engagement on behalf of all life melts the inanimate thinking that we have suffered that has left us at the effect of an inanimate reality separate from the life force energy of Creation and that we get to live together the stories of what we have only read by our tracking new pathways of Being as the on-the-earth new ways of being and doing rise.
My letter to the first recursion of those who were called.
This is the letter sent to those who were called as the possibility of theirs to do…even if they do not know yet the pathways of doing in unity with all life and on behalf of our unity with Creation.
I am such a survivor and my commitment to exist in unity with Creation is so intense and clear for me. It took until last night when ______ gave me hope to let the flood of emotions, pain, and sadness come in. I cannot afford reaction when I am listening but when I knew others were listening to, I could have room to falter. I also cannot afford to Band-Aid or coping here. I must be part of what brings everything into the next recursion. I also am holding the Field out past the edge and I can feel this event trying to distract me. I need to not be distracted. I am writing all of you who were looking at ‘doing’ as an action that you feel called to and in that who you are operating on behalf of life and having us exist as whole. First of all, I am putting the link to the tapatalk Alliance Transparency so that the Field of Tantra Maat has a landing place, as M said yesterday, for informing Creation and being with others in the field. As you see if it is yours to do ’together’ informing the field through this link, has it operate on behalf of a much bigger spectrum than just this individual incident.
I am including D on this because she has been past the edge with me in the Nature of Being before and she is ballast for what is occurring. I am including V because she is here with me taking care I have a warm place and a warm heart to hold my Lily and me. I am so technical that I do not show my emotions very much, but I am weeping. I deeply pray this becomes a marker, a stabilization point for the Field of Tantra Maat and all the Spiral members and our alliances.
Just like I knew to back off of PM and let the collective spirit bloom, I know I need to back off here. No idea about the forming. I only know I feel its seed of possibility.
I leave over to you Beloveds, my life, our life, Creation.