I am cuddled in the Tesque foothills outside of Santa Fe, New Mexico editing the final chapters of You as the Mind of Creation with a beloved, Dr. Heather Hunt DC. I just received an email from another beloved Tash from Australia, her yesterday is my today. My today, we will meet in the sanctity of the unknown in the Australian I Magi…
The power of a story is what Remembrance and maybe even Recall in the story has risen within you. Most of our awareness is based on a mindset that tells us to listen for the truth in the outside world that tells us what to believe and what is right to believe. We are in amazing magical times now because our own memories are being stimulated by Remembrances that go beyond the present story of humankind. This series of giving you Story is connected to Being in The Realms of The Beloveds on the third Sunday of every month that you can find on my website.
Later only this Story will be on a community site the CreateAWorld is building on behalf of all life and what has us exist as whole.
This journal entry comes from a Gaia series, however, that is not what is the source of this Story.
The source of this Story came from a story that I was told at the Acoma Pueblo which is confidential. It, however, stimulated a curiosity that began to play itself out in synchronic indications that I was being given a puzzle that if folded would unfold a rising new story of Remembrance and eventually Recall that lay dormant in the cellular substance of some human beings if not all. The curiosity was a statement not necessarily from Acoma that the Anazasi who were embodied Beings that dwelled here on Earth were embodied gods that once existed here. The Story goes that their lineage formed the pueblo tribes that can be traced from Alaska, Washington, and Oregon, down through Colorado, New Mexico, Arizona, etc. Then they disappeared.
There is a tremendous amount of controversy on this until there is ancient script that lets us know with much more solid proof. It is not what it is true that matters here for both you and me. What matters is where my own curiosity led me that helped me to understand the Realms of the Beloveds in a way to give access to the people who may have be still in love with this planet and her forms and may be part of the offspring of those who could ‘ be loved’ and ‘be love’. The suggestion was made that the Annazasi were related in some unknown manner to Annunaki. I leave you to find your own trail here as it leads many ways.
This lead me to wonder if there was any archeological proof of Annunaki and what was that proof. That led me away from the northern and southern present hemispheres that are not necessarily the same places they are geopathically now thousands of years ago to a YouTube Video.
Note: The word geopathically is different in meaning than geographically. Geographic relates to mapping. Geopathic relates to remembrance.
That interfaced with an Audible book I had been listening to randomly because the TOO MUCH INFORMATION was drowning me until suddenly the YouTube video made the need to listen to TOO MUCH INFORMATION relevant. Sometimes we can’t hear because the TOO MUCH INFORMATION is linked to what the author or the presenter is tracking. I know some of you have had to live through that with me. It is not the information that is important but when the information becomes relevant for you, you become able to wade through the TOO MUCH INFORMATION to get to what resonates because what resonates gives you your tracking. What was relevant for me was I have existed in memory of Being in the Realms of the Beloveds since being born here. I have given it language. Just like Egypt was not the name of the home of the gods but is how we have a way to refer to the home of the gods, The Realms of the Beloveds is a way to have a territory to explore that some of us might just be part of… part of in our own way with our own cognitive perception and articulation. Yet still relevant. This is why the Templates and the Creation Exercises of the Templates are so important.
You can have your own language of creation that gives you direct access to what you are part of as well as bringing what you are part of back into here. You also then can find relevance with others who are operating in what they are tracking without you being conned into thinking what they are tracking is the only truth…hence the power of Story.
To end this part of the Story, I was with a friend driving back to pick up my car that had had to have been repaired. If this hadn’t happened I would have never heard that audible book she was listening to and particularly would have not heard the particular section that she was listening to that led me to look up the Ancient Civilization Season 4 that had been advertised and found what I found below.
To be very clear….I am not normal. I have no intention of being normal. I live what I share with you and I develop and restore human beings’ ability to remember and to recall the ways and gifts of their remembrance.
Remembering occurs in three ways:
I will share about Memory in the next missive, journal entry, and eventually chapter. But for now, I will share with you the work in I Magi which is to restore remembrance and recall.
Remembrance is easy. It is what has us believe what we believe, resonate with what we resonate with, read what books we read, watch what movies we watch, the music we listen to, and podcasts we listen to, and people we like. Seeking to remember what we forgot is linked to all of that.
Recall is why I am working with those awakening in The Voice of I, Magi. Recall is literally bringing back strengths, capacities, and ways of the past into the present. They were destroyed along with your capacity for them, but they are now seeking to be remembered and accessed in the times before us. This is so amazing for me, because when I was aware of my mission at THREE YEARS OLD! it literally I think made me crazy.
Do any of you remember your fear of being harmed or going crazy? Now it is time for Remembrance and Recall because now it is needed. It would have been crazy to remember back then and dangerous.
I am asking to only listen to Story. What rises in you, I may never know but it does not matter. You will find your way to the doorways opening up into Being the Realms of the Beloveds if it is part of your story. In the meantime, we are all awakening beyond the limitations of the stories we have been given and that have ruled our lives.
Zep Tepi: The Lost History of Egypt Ancient Civilizations S4: Ep2:
Different speakers, we do not know, are part of what was taken out of the series below. I have put them in one voice except for Gregg Baden whom we know.
“In the temple in Luxor, there was In 1820, a powerful discovery was made by an Italian explorer, that provides a powerful glimpse into the unfathomable life span of the kings in this region. This controversial Egyptian relic is known as the Egyptian king’s list or The Turin Papyrus. [in the Turin Egyptian museum] It lists all of the kings’ lists going back into mythological times including impossibly long reigns of these kings for thousands and thousands of years.
This perfectly corresponds with that this was a time before time as we know it -Zep Tepi -when the gods ruled. What we are seeing here in the 18th dynasty in the times of Ramses the II, the times in which the kings’ list had been written, is that they knew about this Egyptian pre-history. This is Zep Tepi. There are several lists of kings in Egypt, at Abydos, at Karnak on the Turin papyrus and it is interesting to see that the gods ruled for about 23,000 years and the [cannot get the word] ruled for about 13,400 years so these dates create problems for the scientists, for the Egyptologists to whom, it is impossible. It would mean that these gods existed and that they lived for a very long time. These lists were put aside but for most archeologists these dates mean nothing. They are imaginary for them. But because we must calculate a starting point for each Egyptian dynasty, we must take them into account.
The Timeline account within which Zep Tepi originated I believe is very intriguing because it could confer that it refers to a historical timeline. And not as a myth but as a mainstream time of existence that present archeology suggests.
Greg Baden: “We are being asked to look at all this information together. What is happening is we are opening the door to a new story. And we have to ask ourselves, “Are we willing to follow the story to the evidence that the story leads to, or are we going to put that evidence into a box and try to force it to fit into a pre-existing theory?”
“Could the enigmatic writings of Zep Tepi at the Temple of Edfu be explaining the actual first timeline of civilization thousands of years before mainstream understanding? The evidence points toward a pre-diluvian [prior to the story of the flood] culture that was located in the Nile Delta region around 36,000 years BCE. The mystery now moves to who was this advanced culture with superior cultural and astronomical knowledge. And how did they get their guidance? Who were these gods? And were earlier humans walking among them? Temple Edfu holds the clues to this ancient story on its walls. But as with most pre-diluvian cultures, the floods have destroyed the blueprints. So as in every great hero’s journey, we must undergo a transformation as a species in order to become the master of the two worlds and return to our origins. To rebuild the society that is connected with the stars as they did the first time.”
For those who were in Shasta for the Mimzy events, we will can never toss that we became part of a Story unfolding that just may be surfacing now and may actually be why I have not been asked to develop the territory of connection present in Being in the Realms of the Beloveds
Being in the Realms of the Beloved Part 1
Story Glory Be!
There is much I have not been able to talk with you about in the last half-century. Is now a good time? There is a magic to truth falling apart all around us. We are worn out ‘searching for the truth’. This is so valuable. Much more beneficial than detrimental. Why? Because each of us has our own truth and in that truth, we shape our existence, our values, our principles, our perception, and reality itself. I have had an hour a month for over forty years – at the beginning, called Spirit Hour…now named Being in the Realms of the Beloved. I always start things ahead of other human beings being able to perceive what I perceive simply because that is what a mystic does. They give something that holds the heart, the soul, the spirit of life on this planet a place. A place that is because if a place is given then a gathering of energy can occur that eventually will restore the deeper nature of a human being….the nature of a human being that did not get aberrated into fear and a narrow corridor of survival. A place where the wonder of a human being and his or her or their connection to Creation can thrive. This is what it is to be in the Realms of the Beloved. This is our once upon a time.
Is it possible that movies that are being shown, audible books that people are listening to, podcasts, CreateAWorld, and other YouTube videos are doorways into the latent intelligence within the human psyche that is the intelligence we share with the planet and perhaps even as offworlders? Is the human being’s psyche folding back into Story? This is so awesome and so significant. Story awakens latent memories that carry relevance to Now even though the actuality of their existence is not now. I have spent my life telling stories. I did not tell them as truth because the Truth is only relevant to the moment in time within which a human being existence and the circumstances surrounding that existence. But Story – story stimulates the broader, deeper, wider connections of who we are as a species through time and at the same time stimulates who each of us is perhaps even beyond the species itself.
Last night as I walked into the Transmission/Activation, I had the uncanny feeling that layers of aberration in the human psyche were peeling away. It didn’t matter if I got my language right so human beings didn’t trigger, their minds closed off by the mechanization of mind that closes off awareness. The awareness was pulsing. Story now had access to the deeper psyche that would process the story and the perception of the human being would be able to bring the story into their own psyche to serve themselves and Life in their own unique way. Glory Be!
I so want to write this story. Am I even able?
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.
Tomorrow night will be the Voice of the Magi. Why I am sending out this invitation the day before the call is because in an active Field of Creation you are in a living story. You don’t plan to go to the movies ten months away. You plan in a short period of time because the movie you want to see and experience is up ‘in the field’ in your coming days. We used to be the movies, the stories, the carriers of the living spirit of Creation – the voice of the Magi is just that…Up in the Field of Creation. We are now the living stories unfolding…
I, Magi is a state of Being, an archetype of human magic and psychic phenomenon that every human being called by the word Magi and the word magic carries within them. Not a personality profile, but an archetypical remembrance that is calling for manifestation in our human world.
Nothing is more difficult for me than to speak into a reality that does not recognize the higher order of personalities that human beings once existed as and the role those archetypical personas played in shaping the consciousness of paradise here.
The Activity of I, Magi works to access through ‘mental perception’ the theta level of consciousness. The theta level is considered the twilight level of consciousness where great thinkers drifted off to sleep at this level of consciousness and brought back ingenious and innovative ideas into the culture of Human Beings. In this twilight level of consciousness, we also are part of multi-dimensional realms that operate in larger patterns of awareness than the present human culture presently makes room for. You have multi-dimensional persona archetypes that ‘think’ with different processes of thought.
Besides the fact it just being fun to be aware of ourselves as more expanded personality systems than the girdle of limited personalities that keep us so tightly bound to survival that we can’t explore who we are as part of the greater universe.
Some people are beginning to awaken into these persona capacities. I just want to make a place for the self-discovery and self-awareness available for these more expanded personas of ourselves to rise.
I, Magi is also a Self Study and Self-Training that you can purchase at any time as a whole or go to the store to purchase individual classes that you can join into in the classes and ask questions and have discussions about what you are present to and what you have opened up into through your work with your I, Magi archetype.
For those of you who have been participating in I, Magi, please come to the call with observations and questions.
How I trick myself into writing is I say I will write 1000 words and I will not think about what I am writing. That usually does the trick.
Keven, my daughter’s dog, and I went to walk at Veteran’s Memorial Part first for an hour. That helped. It is fun to let him explore, and I am just along for the leash and expressively ‘the ride’. Then I went back to the house and picked up my computer and my tea and he and set out for Elena Gallegos Park area cradled in my mother mountains The Sandias. The Sandias are ridges of breasts, quiet, still, deep, and nourishing. I am vibrationally safe here not from harm but from being around people who during moments like this are still operating in the norm. I have a tendency – well beyond a tendency – to bother them, and without their meaning to, I am bothered by them. What happens to me in my communion with Creation isn’t people-centric. I go through shifts and changes to become one with Creation. It isn’t a mental massage of disconnected-from-reality thought. It is real for me. I hardly know there is a human being present. It is just that vibrationally sounds, and movements become hyper accentuated. My nervous system is at the effect of being scathed by a sensitivity much like my nervous system being scraped by sandpaper. My multi-dimensional system is caught between the collapsed field of disharmony in the 3 D that we were born into and the vibrational orchestra of which I have become a part of.
It is simply rough in those moments.
It hasn’t happened in a long time, sounds increase in volume 1000%, and if someone is in a conversation then the energy and activity of the conversation bleed into me without my ability to shut out the cellular impact of the conversation or the person’s history or dilemma or agitation. When I have become part of Creation in whatever is occurring, then my own multi-dimensional field organizes to tend to existence in multi-dimensional manners including 3D. It is like a great playground of connection and cool. I had just never been actually in a shared space with space beings and their spaceship. My system has not yet acclimated to it in my consciousness and in my body. But it will. It always amazes me that human beings only define reality as human and human actions and human issues. When you have your multidimensional intelligence, there just isn’t much thought about the human process only about what you are connecting in is SO MUCH MORE!
I think today if I hadn’t been in the workshop with Sandra of Quantum Bioengineering, I might have never had a cognizant ability to comprehension what was going on with me, and in that would not only stayed at the effect of it but not been able to manage it effectively which I can now.
I want to thank Elektra Porzel, the head of our Language of Consciousness Institute, for recognizing my fragility and being so perfect in her voice, her mannerisms, and her care. She is always like that for me when she realizes I am ‘in a state’. She knows that what is occurring in my normal driver personality lays beyond the interpretation of the day and has an uncanny way of operating perfectly. You feel so alone in your humanity when you are first dimensionalized in a new manner and to have someone there for your humanity as your system is regulating into a higher frequency capacity in your physical body is a gift. Thank you, Elektra, and thank you Sandra and the ‘team’.
I wish I was back in Sanctuary with Russ and Deb tending to me the way they did for years. I embodied because of them and a few others. It is what gives me the capacity to bridge between the 3D limited space a multi-dimensional human being finds themselves smothered in. And I can set up field phenomenon to have their sense of self exist beyond the broken aspects of 3D and be beautifully dimensional which is what a human being is.
You see, I came in multi-dimensional. My problem was being able to be embodied in the 3D. I am not the only one. It is good to know that are more people recognizing this about themselves now. I love to work with every human being that takes on the challenge and the gift of restoring their multi-dimensional system. It is what has me able to write in my journal what I discovered in Sandra’s workshop that had me realize what was going on with me and what I had found myself thrown into before our CreateAWorld YouTube time this morning. Thank goodness.
I told C this morning I was nervous. It is not that I am never nervous like I said to her and said on CreateAWorld. It was that I was not used to being the kind of nervous I was struggling with before the call. I also texted Elektra because we were going to work on the Introduction piece to You as the Mind of Creation book and I needed her to know I seemed to be “still shaky’ after my time with the space beings and their spaceship Monday evening. We shifted our time around so we could read through the document and also make it in time for Sandra’s workshop.
Sandra’s asked us to write down our observations while she was going through what she does as she asks us questions. I began to realize that my nervousness had a source that I did not recognize until I began to answer the questions. I realized that I had awakened into my morning with my nervous system not able to make the leap back into 3D. Usually in the past…a long time ago…I would simply become fatigued from the hyper oscillation rate but since my body is now capable of being the tuning fork of spirit and flesh, I was not fatigued. I was just nervous in a manner I could not access, and I seemed to at the effect of not being able to calm down like I usually can. I understand what it is like to feel the power of the universe move into my body and to realign beyond the 3D for what I Am as part of the universe doing what is mine to do as part of that.
I knew that somehow what was going on was associated with the three people coming on the call. They were each in the frequency fields of the two young avatars, Sandra and Matias, of whom they were going to share 2022.02.22. projects that were correlate to field building as part of the awakening up into unity process of humanity. I was just surprised to feel myself more in the vibrational frequencies of the call than in the ‘human beings sharing’ of the call.
It was about a half hour before the call when it began. All the sounds in the house became a roar, disturbing chaotic roaring vibrations permeating the walls, my body, the very molecules of matter. It was horrendous. I realized part of it was coming from a phone call going on in another room so I turned on music on my Bose soundbox as loudly as I could to create a buffer between the room I was in and the sound penetrating every atom of the house and my room. It reminded me of the feeling in the water in the mineral pool Monday night when I couldn’t find gravity. I was only atoms swirling in timeless space and all I could do was try to move and flop around until everything hopefully calmed down and I could manage space and time in the 3D effectively. This time it wasn’t gravity, it was sound and the vibratory frequencies that you sometimes are aware of when someone is sitting in a cafe talking on their cellphone as if no one else is around. Only this was a roar that I couldn’t shut out of my body, and I had to. I had to find my way to my computer and find a stillpoint that seemed unachievable, which is usually a piece of cake. Somehow, I had to make the sound stop in my office and/or find a way to break the transmission. It was all instinct. That was all I was present to. I kicked a brick holding the door open where the sound was coming from and then slammed the door. It worked. I was back in time and moving with getting on the call in a timely manner at 5 minutes before the top of the hour.
I did not realize that time was an element of the issue, and I still am not sure I can describe what I mean. I know that Time operates differently in different dimensions. That I am used to. I know that what was flipping me between dimensional time sequences was the event Monday night with the spaceship that moved between gravity time and probably black hole time. I just didn’t realize I was still in the riff of it until Sandra asked the question to the best of my ability to remember, “What is causing the chaos?” I heard myself think, “TIME!”
Then she said, “Slow down Time.” The minute she said that I realized I couldn’t. And believe me, if you know me, you know that Time and I can move together quite effectively in my ability to slow time down and shift the state of time beyond the 3D. I could be present to the agitation, no longer stimulated by sounds in the house. I had nothing but my own body and its conflict with no outside stimulation. It didn’t solve the time dimensional issue that was jarring my nervous system like a dog caught in a pool of water with a raw electrical circuit in it. So…I bonded with Sandra’s relationship with Time and basically settled in to ‘ride it out’ and hope that in doing that how she was working with us/me would solve my dilemma.
The Sandias are their beautiful watermelon right now. I snapped a picture for this journal entry.
I recognized that on the CreateAWorld event and on the Quantum Bioengineering event it had caught my eye that I would look at the computer clock and it was jerk forward several minutes as if I had been frozen in time and by looking at the clock Time jerked me back and I was aware of the linear time moving forward.
When the call ended, I realized that I was caught in time fluctuation points and that I had to help my nervous system ride it out. I really mean it when I say it has been years since I had this much of a problem. I did not have a hot tub to float in. I knew I wouldn’t make it going into the gym to get in one because any human conversation would sound so disturbing as well as so far away from what I was experiencing, like a fly disturbing the tranquility of the stillness of a pristine afternoon. My nervous system had triggered I needed to calm it down.
Caffeine… I know this sounds counterproductive…but not for me…I could now recognize the cortisol soaring responding to the amped-up nature of probably the kundalini and a few other metaphysical aspects of our nervous system we are taught to ignore or misinterpret. I had to find a way for the cortisol to complete its spike. For those of you who do not know cortisol is called a stress hormone that usually causes an increase in heart rate and blood pressure in a flight or fight response that has kept human beings alive for thousands of years…or so they say.
My heart rate was fine just like it was in the hot tub. This nervousness was happening in my energy field, in the spirit part of my body. I had to, like slamming the door and kicking the brick, I had to, jerk my spirit and my flesh back into alignment. Then my body could grab my nervous system and kick in its mechanisms to calm it. That much I knew.
Have you ever wondered – probably not – about the statement that cortisol symptoms could mean a problem with the thyroid. Did it ever occur to you that problems with your thyroid might be more related to not being able to do its function properly because the energy and matter body is not aligned? Just saying…
I have lots of proof personally that this is so …but then what present medical model would listen to me…thank goodness I do.
Before our walk, off to caffeine heaven, Keven and I went. Starbucks. Two, yes TWO, Chai Latte Grandes sat in my two cups holders as we turned back toward the Veterans’ Memorial Park for Keven to be a primordial delight moving with the earth and his instincts restoring my soul made up of matter and energy, spirit and flesh, and demonstrating earthtime…. for me badly needed. I practically gulped down the first one like someone lost in the desert with no water. The other one took pretty much the entire hour. Keven roamed and played in the snow sometimes involving me, but mostly content to be in his instincts. The cortisol spike was complete. My heart only raced a little bit, and I knew I could even take a nap if I needed to.
Instead, I grabbed my computer at the house and my noncaffeinated tea and headed for here. Keven got to move around the car exploring all the people, the sounds, and the views while I wrote.
I am complete now 2000 plus words later. I am grateful for the explorations we are doing in the return of humanity to its multidimensional spirit and flesh nature. This is my report.
over and out…
Do you know you have a double helix that is an antiquated form of survival in our DNA? It is a BTCH! and often mistaken as human feelings.
Here’s what happens and is the cause of many a war and behind almost EVERY relationship dispute. Let me, before going further, take a breath and put in a non-sequester. Deb Merchant, who basically raised me into being able to move among human beings and not only enjoy it but love it, said we needed to write a Survival Manual for the Intuitively Aware. I could say easily say this is part of that. Who would I say the Intuitively Aware are – those that are aware intuitively that something is going on that is not in the mainstream conversation but essential to the cellular remembrance of paradise. Moving from primitive survival needs to expressions of love, affinity, and unity with all life. As a species, we are in an amazing transcendent possibility to transcend our primitive triggers that got our physiology to survive and now have that physiology be a home of thriving in paradise and having paradise ways…joy, fun, laughter, play, creativity, caring, sharing…etc…we didn’t start that way….by the way…and we have some archaic mechanisms to dismantle by no longer letting them have an effect on us.
In our DNA, there is a trigger mechanism that when our species was in a high survival mode was needed so we could keep moving fast when we were physically at risk and survive. What was this HIGH SURVIVAL MODALITY!
A DOUBLE HELIX IN OUR DNA THAT TRIGGERS
When you are needing to survive in highly dangerous conditions as a beginning formulation of Creation, you must have a very primitive DNA operation to do that.
- You expect the outer to meet your needs and if it doesn’t your DNA says…danger…fear…pain… and you react and respond accordingly.
- You anticipate surviving so if the outer does not match what your DNA anticipates…yep! danger…fear…pain… and your primitive beginning responds accordingly.
This is long before the advanced mechanisms of your species’ nervous system [the parasympathetic/sympathetic] developed to fight, flight, freeze, calm…
Is it possible to see that as the timelines of evolution/devolution have become parallel paths at this point in the evolutionary survival of the next greater whole of our species? Our systems are now evolving emotionally, mentally, biologically and are starting to separate from the devolution timeline. Why? because we will go out of existence if we devolve into what once had us evolve. The very archaic mechanisms that had our beginning formations work for us now risk us devolving not evolving….now threaten our existence no longer forwarding our existence.
Recently, this morning actually, a family text spat met me as I opened my messages…There it was: EXPECTATION…
UNFULFILLED EXPECTATION TRIGGERS DOUBLE HELIX!
…the expectation of another’s gratitude for one’s actions and not understanding why the other person did not behave in a way they understood THAT WOULD BE WHAT THEY EXPECTED. As an amoeba, it would have just fluttered away but, as a human, the need to be what we are designed to be as an advanced species overcoming our primitive beginnings had them reach out and share their ‘feelings’.
The beautiful part is this amazing person is exploring family and families have spats. S.P.A.T.S. Sometimes Particularly Actions Trigger Suddenly.
The DNA triggers the double helix. That is the mechanism in our DNA that runs counter to human affinity. There was no affinity needed as a feeling before feelings were considered feelings. Feelings were only survival triggers so that we could make if from primitive DNA, to a primitive nervous system, into the beginning of an advanced species capable of higher dynamics of being and being here than had existed before.
We reach out. We anticipate being received the way we want to be received…
THWARTED ANTICIPATION TRIGGERS DOUBLE HELIX!
Took me almost 3 years to stop the double helix from triggering painfully in my system….so painfully I was frozen in pain for months sometimes. Still triggers but no longer am I caught in the pain, fear, and feeling of my feelings being in danger that comes with it. It abates…particularly because my conscious mind takes over and moves past it. I recognize it as a mechanism and I can see and am working on not letting something primitive I misidentified once as me cost me my affinity with this planet and her forms that I love so deeply…
I hesitated to write the last paragraph because I am not without feelings and working as hard as all of you working to transcend my planetary’s primitive gift this body of life. But …after 55 years of watching and working in the evolutionary consciousness of human beings, now I can tell we can support our primitive mechanisms evolution with our own evolving consciousness of being that many of you are experiencing.
“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.
Quotes from Arrival:
Ian Donnelly: If you immerse yourself into another language, then you can actually rewire your brain.
Louise Banks: Yeah, the Sapir-Whorf hypothesis. It’s the theory that the language you speak determines how you think and…
Ian Donnelly: Yeah, it affects how you see everything.
“This is what happened to me when I put on the boots. My brain rewired. My brain is not isolated in my head. My brain is part of a greater brain that is what organizes and runs the universe…what is referred to in The Field of Tantra Maat as the Mind of Creation.” Tantra Maat
Louise Banks: The weapon is their language. They gave it all to us. Do you understand what that means?
Colonel Weber: So we can learn heptapod. If we survive.
Louise Banks: If you learn it, when you really learn it, you begin to perceive time the way that they do. So you can see what’s to come. But time, it isn’t the same for them. It’s non-linear.
“This is what I am watching happen in the Field of Tantra Maat as well as the Field Phenomenon of other organized entries merging within a shared mind of Creation. It is the right “feels good” to not be in the illusion of the isolated identity but to be part of Self that includes us all these moments that waft in and out of the nonlinear wonder of no time or timeless time. I must say I am curious about how many of us there are now.” Tantra Maat
We began monitoring an extraordinary aspect of Self who has gotten Covid as well as her partner. I posted in the Field her and her partner to hold them in the biological activity upon them.
Here is what I posted, the name was edited out because I do not have her permission to give her name, but I do have the joy of having her woven into being part of a larger story.
When I heard that she and her partner were ill with Covid, a deeper memory of connection occurred. I looked in my WhatsApp feed and found this entry on 8/8/2020. I had not read it before.
“Hi, Tantra. It is_____________. I was told that the last part of the Atlantean Crystalline Network anchorings was to facilitate the walk-ins for 7 master trees around the planet. I believe that there is a tree in Mt. Shasta that I am to work with that will be one of the walk-ins for another tree on the planet. You kept coming to mind and I believe I am to contact you, that you might have some thoughts on this. Let me know if something comes to mind. Thank you.”
I posted this on the Field of Tantra Maat’s Whatsapp Thread to put her and her partner into a coherent field that operates on behalf of life and what has us exist as whole – biologically, spiritually, etc.
This was the response.
This triggered a memory not clear…that I encountered near the top of Mt Shasta in 2014.
A grove of trees where the needles of the fir trees pointed in a different direction…directly upwards…
A very enchanted and magical area…
And something completed there…
It just came back
There was a circle that was drawn on my back a few days prior – it was a peace sign…it was only half of the sign..
In that grove, the circle was completed and a complete peace sign was drawn on my back and on the ground within the trees…
And it was at the time of a Mid-East war outbreak…
More encounters happened at the summit….
A World of Unity and Coherence
A Field was created between peoples praying at the summit and a connection to the Mid East was activated from Mt Shasta…a synchronic line…
A Synchronic happening…
(I was at Mt Shasta for a Sound retreat)
11/6/2021:Another entry from another person engaged with generating the majesty of life here
“At the revised time, I am being seated on a panel at the NYT CLIMATE HUB focused on Nature. Yesterday, a spiral of activity was set in motion to restore word usage lost in the Industrial Age (1700’s). At that time, we stopped the capitalization of Nature and the definition of its sacredness fell out of English usage. An ___ editor chased me down to obtain my resources. We had a great conversation. I accomplished this change at the UN and if that publisher’s style guide restores the Capital word form usage for Nature the registers carried through language will help to concentrate the energies of emergence for all life to rise whole. Spiral on Spheres. ???”
Now taking all that and bringing it together as part of a coherent whole:
I had let people who were on the Friday the 12th, Facebook Live, I would write a brief synopsis of what I was doing with others over last weekend in Colorado and here in Albuquerque. Briefly, The Field of Tantra Maat is in alliance with The Temple of Humankind in Damanhur, Italy. Part of that alliance is to build a coherent, cohesive, congruent field of consciousness that supports the human species to mature beyond its present limited experience of reality. That present limited experience of reality is that everything is separate from everything else, everything is not to be in a relationship with everything else, and everything is not able to operate on behalf of the whole. Many of us who came back at this time for this time allotment know that this could be the death of this precious species and we are not on for that.
Shasta was part of being an active participant with Creation and the Beings that operate on behalf of all life here on this planet…what I, Tantra Maat, call The Realms of the Beloveds. Building Spirals across the earth that restore the protective fields that allow this place to be paradise is a Damanhur activity. We had built on in unity with Damanhur in 2020. The Spheres are connectors that support our shared participation with the universe restoring our unity with all life here. I am part of all of this. Not only part of my and others’ intelligence but my kind of fun…restoring paradise…
I think that there is something that Creation trying to tell us like the visitors in the movie The Arrival. I think I posted the dimensional dynamic I experienced before we went to hook with the synchronic line. I will review it here. Can’t sleep anyway…on a ‘safe baby and mama’ watch. They – who were there in this large universe I was in – I knew that they were at least part of the beings I had seen in 2009 that took me/us to Shasta. Wherever I was, was so pristine. So without stress or hardship of any kind. A realm where the beloveds flourished. I was heartsick because I knew I would leave there when I woke and I didn’t want to ever leave there. They were doing what they did in the sky over Shasta. They were trying to communicate. They beamed an image of 2 people I adore who were at the first Mimzy event. This unusual couple were blended and not ever apart in a way that is unexplainable. With that registered, they took me to other species realms that were also like that. Blended, different, unique, and blended in a unity way. I realized at one point was going to wake up and cry out mentally, “please, what is this. Give me a word!” The word came back “intimacy”. Then a gathered statement occurred. “This is the new or next element that is the realm of blended human beings.”
Last night I called the couple to tell them the dimensional event. After I shared one of them began to share about their relationship and that after Shasta they began to both biologically and in time occur differently. She was trying to get a word for how they existed together and I said, “blended?” She replied, “yes…blended.” She shared since that event they had been part of keeping a portal open with real-time physical dynamics. I could ‘see’ as she/they spoke that the installation of the spiral on Mt Shasta and the hooking of the synchronic line at Grand Lake were connected as part of an expanded complex occurring.
Creation, I think the Mimzys, are relating to us in a particular blending way and giving us recall – building with us new neural webbing on behalf of all life and what has life here exist as whole.
6:34 am Mountain Time: Why would I take time to write this? There is something occurring and this is my journal, my entries to record into the internet also a neural webbing of what is happening in the more expanded re-ordering of life here. I am thrilled to be present in the greater realms of life unfolding here at this time.
Our thinking matters. If we stay in thinking that has limited our ability to be present to who we are as part of a greater universe, the human race may stay afraid caught in a nightmare that was never of their making.
And time…well…there is another type of time going on…some of us are aware of it.
“…the basic stuff of the universe, at its core, is looking like a kind of pure energy that is malleable to human intention and expectation in a way that defies our old mechanistic model of the universe–as though our expectation itself causes our energy to flow out into the world and affect other energy systems.”