In preparation for the CreateaWorld YouTube discussion with Dr. Deb on Friday, September 1st at 9 am
It turns out that the RV repair company La Mesa in Albuquerque kept what plugs my RV into the socket outside the house to run it. I have no idea whether they will return it or not.
I have been seeking in conversation with others to get to peace of mind over this over-a-year fiasco [actually even before that] with this RV of mine. I prefer to discover the source of fear and dismantle it into life force energy rather than be at the effect of the fear – it costs me the joy of my day and of life and I’ll not have that – not for me – not for others.
Especially nowadays and in the years to come where so much will be transmuting from trauma into life force energy and we will be part of that no matter what level of society we are in even at the most greedy level.
We are in the return at every level of humanity’s Indomitable Spirit and I and others are at work about that.
I talked to Dr. Deb who talked to me about intent versus impact because I have observed we are all feeling this intense need to protect ourselves against harm. While much is at work in magnificent ways at the societal level about this, I and others are taking it on at the spiritual level.
Intent is the purpose behind an action or statement – the why behind what someone does. Impact is the result.
It is how the person on the receiving end of those words or actions interprets or feels about what they just encountered and are at the effect of the experience in a positive or negative way.
My daughter works in highly victimized communities that feel helpless in the face of the impact of their being lied to, marginalized, under-resourced, and ignored which is exactly how I feel in the way I am being treated at the RV company. I psychically knew that this kind of consciousness of non-caring of human beings for other human beings would escalate into a global pandemic because the cause is the loss of spirit that kept humanity in touch with each other and, yes, in love with each other and making sure each other’s needs were meet or if now that the compassion for not meeting the needs was apparent.
I noticed I am completely at the effect of my RV $20,000 later still has the same problem that it started with and that the service department simply ignores that and gives me the same answers. I am white [but a woman and old] and I am obviously in the category of privileged and supposedly not marginalized, under-resourced, or ignored (supposedly) – but that is not what I am experiencing.
I notice and am living the feelings that are there for all of us as our systems fail and do not take human beings into consideration as this company demonstrates – my go-to is to feel like a victim and my only means with no one who has the power to protect me is threat and wanting to harm and the need to withdraw and hide. I knew that these feelings would begin to penetrate aspects of society that felt safe so in truth I am in the perfect place to be feeling these things. I am completely at the effect of the system right now and for the most part, there are no heroes even though there are those who deeply care about what is happening to me even though it is just an RV that was my home and have tried to help but have no ‘power over’ what is happening to me.
So now I turn to myself not only as an individual but as a member of the human community no matter what different aspects of community might think about me and my right to feel the way I do. It is an exploration of the collective consciousness for me and as a spiritual being what I can do about it is awaken consciousness and awareness because the innate nature of human beings is to care and before I am incinerated at my death I will promote that spiritual ether with everything I have and even after.
I woke this morning after a dream of how I successfully maneuvered myself and others out of an inferno of fire to safety. I used my desire and love for these strangers I was with to guide me. It was an amazing dream and when we got below scaling down cliffs and running across streams that were evaporated by the inferno, we knew we would never be the same. The very terror that drove us mixed with making sure we all made it created an alchemy of existence that was new and would begin to recreate itself in our lives. Keven my granddog woke me to go outdoors and when I went back to bed to get more sleep – a voice said, “I will no longer let my life be managed by fear of harm.” I knew that voice was my deep Spirit awakening in me and I was glad.
Am I still afraid – yes. It is hard to see what has happened to us as human beings that brought these societies of separation into existence, but I will seek out those who are willing to trust again somewhere, hopefully, here with me and we will take on the journey of going through the inferno of separation and find a way down the cliff and through obstacles feeding the joy of our own caring of ourselves and others and having that be the stabilization point through all this.
Thank you if you read this – it feeds the fire of Spirit – our shared Spirit and that is a good thing. Thank you for coming to listen on Friday on our CreateAWorld YouTube. You feed the field of new realites rising as we are in the throes of old ways of being failing.
*Please note the Creation Templates from which the books I have written and am writing transmute trauma into life force energy and give us the power to create new realities independent of the old ones. I will be organizing working with people who are part of new consciousnesses of new futures forming soon. All my love, Tantra”
One of the characters in the dream was Hugh Grant. I know he was the character in the dream because he was a bad magician in Dungeons and Dragons, a movie I watched a couple of times.
The Dream: I was going to a magic school and I could tell that I could help with a formula for Hugh Grant who thought he could carry the magic all himself and use it for himself. Somehow, I got myself tangled up in trying to fix it and he came after me with dark magic. Then the dream shifted and I was terrified.
Please note, that I am no longer terrified. In fact, like I said when I took Russ to the plane this morning, I was actually quite centered and calm. That doesn’t change my solar -plexus is like a 5-alarm fire feeling danger all around me except here at my home and my torso is shaking. I know it is shaking with remembrance attached to this event with Dakini, but for now, I am just giving it a place where I can watch it but work to not let it dwell in me – buying myself some time.
I also slept after Russ left at 5 a.m. this morning. I couldn’t sleep last night and finally fell asleep at 2 am and up at 4 am but I could feel my care for myself no longer so terribly thrown by what I felt coming at me enough to go back to sleep at 5:30 am and sleep until 10 am.
I have Keven with me who feels like a magic dog this morning protecting me from bad joo joo [spelling incorrectly on purpose to not draw attention to what I am aware of]. Having him feels good – real or not real – it feels good. I say all this because I can feel my stature again, not necessarily strength, but stature. I must have really hit a fissure in the realms of magic that carries a time similar to a memory my body remembers when I was flayed open and the potion made from the power of my solar plexus was used to destroy my people. It is along that line only more active and felt more real.
I think I can let the cellular memory and what is working through me right now stay in my observer more than my craver thanks to Melissa all the people who wrote craving exercises for the craver to move through ‘harm’ into the river of Life where what is life-enhancing and life-generating dwells – increasing in me the power of what is life-enhancing and life-generating as well.
Also tethering felt like a lifeline for me but I didn’t say that…still don’t understand why I would say that. But whatever people did yesterday, what my heart family did, including the strange-looking young man straight out of a Mexican magic hat who towed the RV, and what happened tethering has left me able in two ways.
One is, while still highly at the effect of my body’s memory that is still reactive, I am simply letting anything around the RV go because somehow it hit a fissure of powerlessness that I can ill afford. Second, I said to Maeve this morning on a voicemail on WhatsApp. the magic I am rebuilding to the best of my ability to put into words is between human beings who can once again be cared for and care for others in thought, word, and deed [the realms of the beloveds] and not be turned against each other.
Whatever destroyed the ability of human beings and their ability to care for each other over money, possessions, houses, social status, and even their partners who harm others, etc. – all entrapments, I keep bringing myself there. Whatever happened to me so long ago was really really bad. I know that and now it is up for transmuting the trauma of it into life force energy.
Keven just came over and laid down beside me.
I know I am in a transmutation because the actuality of transmuting showed up in the second part of the dream as really real. I can’t type this without shaking at the horror at the tender tendrils of memory. It is why I have kept my distance from human beings this lifetime. And now, the break with human beings’ ability to belong once again to each other as beloveds of the cosmos and the planet is before me and thanks to the support of this Field of Tantra Maat, and others with capacities, I have a chance.
The second half of the dream[?]
[In reality] I knew I was in my bed. I had turned to face the wall of my bed with my head at the base of the bed so the sun could flow over me like in a sarcophagus [another memory of how to protect myself using the power of the sun to do that- I was drawing what protected me and helped in a transmutation from everywhere]. I knew I would be safe there in the sun in the face of malevolence coming at me with everything it had out of Dakini right outside my window. I also called on the Goddesses – the Dakinis because I knew that naming her wasn’t a mistake – I now know that that it was an act of protection for what was to come.
Dakinis are energetic beings in female form, evocative of the movement of energy in space. In this context, the sky or space indicates ??nyat?, the insubstantiality of all phenomena, which is, at the same time, the pure potentiality for all possible manifestations.
I had finally ‘with the help of my beloveds’, broken through the entrapment of my personal identity that had been caught in feeling betrayed, unsupported, and left to be destroyed with no one there to help me, the terror that has been eating at me far beyond this lifetime.
Vile black thick threadlike fingers of darkness were enraged. I was slipping out of the unconsciousness that I had been at the effect of. The tendrils came at me again and again. I would wait as long as I could with them all around me, but not in me, and capture as much of ‘them’ as I could into a Merkabah and pull myself and the Merkabah and the horror of the evil into the earth beneath me. I watched what happened there. I don’t know what this area of the planet is but it is pulsing with Light for sure. The light from the fissures of the molten core of the Earth Herself came up and devoured the black evil tendrils connected to a malevolent consciousness and a consciousness it was. I saw it in memories of actions others had taken with themselves, others, and Life – all innocent. I held to my own innocence and the innocence of this beloved species I so adored for so many milieus until the break with belonging to what they truly were designed to be -creatures of paradise – began.
“Mer” means Light. “Ka” means Spirit. “Ba” means Body. Mer-Ka-Ba means the spirit/body surrounded by counter-rotating fields of light, (wheels within wheels), spirals of energy as in DNA, which transports the spirit/body from one dimension to another.
I couldn’t move because I had to be so attentive and intentive and precise but I kept imagining taking my pulse in the trinity of the pulse of my own heart [that had been having serious pain last night], the pulse of the planet, and the pulse of the cosmos. I let the terror I felt in my body also go into the Merkabah.
I woke, with the first dream still dreaming itself out in the background of the second dream[?] event. Realizing in that scenario with Hugh Grant that I was repairing the trinity of magic – myself, others, and Life and, while it was not yet completely real, the magicians who work only for their own power were and would be subdued. I remembered remembering in the activity of the second part of the dream that I remember Jesu as an alchemist and knew I would wake up and print out the Lord’s Prayer in Aramaic and be part of restoring that reconnection with the Beloved.
I woke to notice I was no longer quite at the effect of those memories of those times in this new Here, this new Now.
I knew even if I died or the LaMesa Service Department never fixed the RV, or the bank came after my home, I was once again in the right relationship with what I once was a long time ago ‘with O/others in the Field of Paradise’ – formidable. If I had to live through the weakness that most human beings face who are broken from the Realms of the Beloveds, not by their actions but by actions from malevolent forces. Then so be it. I know how to take territory and taking territory I might be able to now once again.
While in the Old Testament, the first testament of this planet three major religions, it was common to have a winged messenger or the voice of God, Allah, Jehovah, etc. speak to someone who they decided was the one to receive the message. This, though no longer common, does happen from time to time. This is what happened to me. I was awakened in an early morning with an intense booming voice that seemed to come from far away from earth. The voice felt male and ‘he’ began to dictate information about the future through my mind. I fought it because I didn’t know what was happening. Fighting it made me nauseous and dizzy so I climbed out of bed and started writing on anything I could find, which turned to be our bills that were laying on the desk getting ready to be paid. My husband at the time realized what was happening, and ran for a notepad. I would collapse from time to time because the framework of consciousness being dictated through my mind was larger than my mind could deal with. It was like trying to read a manual and I hadn’t learned to read or hearing a song and I hadn’t learned the words, nor could I understand the music. Several hours later, this document was written and I slept for 24 hours after. This was a prelude to a visitation form another Being the next year who seemed to be part of some kind of shared interest of some kind of galactic contingency following the emergence of the human species. Since 1993, I have changed and become a part of the comprehension, investigation, and interaction with what is occurring with the human species at this time. I could not even get present to what is written in the next few pages for years. Now in 2017, I realize that this matrix of reality that the Being dictated through me is what is occurring…for some of us.
This body of work is based on recovering a matrix of reality, individually and as a whole, that is designed to allow the Spirit and the Flesh to live as one, and in that, making available the generative eco-system that allows the God* essence to quicken, forming the next higher integrated phenomenon of reality for all.
During this time, one may experience quasi-normal1 sensations as a mind, as a body, and as of spirit. These quasi-normal sensations are the Light substance of the cellular structure being activated. There is nothing to fear. Fear is not available in Light Force energy. The casting away of cellular tissue no longer useful to the molecular quickening is a natural occurrence. It can appear as upper respiratory coughing, on-sets of sudden fatigue and lazy thinking, as if one no longer cares about everyday matters. Life forms caught in lesser or no quickening, sometimes because of drugs and alcohol (or in infancy a constant barrage, without defense, of negative psychic infiltration), will quicken somewhat erratically, but as the molecular whole’s intensity increases, these life forms will be folded in. So, doubt no one who participates with you, nor try to judge where you are in the matrix. It will be of no avail. You are simply losing touch with illusionary reality.
All our dominions are intrinsic and congruent now. While you hold yourself as humankind, this is not where – this is not the attention of where this is occurring. This is occurring quasi-dimensionally2. This is too great for your matter (brain) to understand.
The cellular structure has adhesive substance in it. Investigate this. The substance can be touched by herbs, and possibly, homeopathy. Not knowing since this is a substance once removed from nature, yet, still containing Light energy. This will be a powerful maintenance factor, much like taking vitamins were a maintenance factor for the human body.
Like the human body, reality too is bettering itself. The hot tub not coming for 5½ hours was caught in the shift of time parameters. You think you are having trouble with time. Not true. Time, as you conjured it, is having difficulty with reality. Do you truly think the socio-psycho mind that this illusion required to stay in place could follow these dimensional shifts? There is no facet of this illusionary matrix that will remain. It is as if you and your world are on an old building whose foundation is crumbling. This is but one stage.
Another stage is an experience of a slowed down nuclear reaction. Investigate this. Structure, as you know it, simply ceases to exist in its present form. The sensation of time and matter in a heap at your feet will be very real. In this speaking, it is not physical structure I speak of, but temporal structure.
Third is a fusion**. Perhaps, better for your mind, an “infusion.” Not sufficient gray matter (brain) to continue here. I will re-speak this further in a bit. [My mind is groping with its egoic structure as the data seeks to present itself here.]
Phosphorus is substance for dry, hacking cough. The field of illusion in humankind suckles Light energy where it can find it. This must be replenished in those who, for destiny’s sake, must be suckled.
Gold is to evoke a simulated response settling to a body using drugs and/or alcohol to monitor its genetic alteration.
Mercury is more grave. Application when adhesive substance more dense and unyielding found in people illuminating, yet personally weak.
LOVE. Love is the Voice’s Light frequency of this dimensional moving. Love is the Voice’s Light frequency. Not love as you know it. Love like a word found through all the annals of humankind. Always illusive, yet always pervasive. Light energy sourcing itself over and over and over in the quickening cellular structure of mankind. The yearning, the longing, the desire—all evolutionary frequencies pulsing themselves through human consciousness in the physical body. All mankind was the father of this, from the sexual to the Tantric, to the Spiritual vibrations of Love as you know it. None of this is what is so. However, this is the closest to what you might know. Where you find it awakening is when you hear connective energy within the voices speaking with one another. It is there as if it is inclusion, not exclusion. The seeking of fusion, not separation. The influx of oneness without fear, embarrassment, gangliness, associations without common lineage or understanding. Semantics make no difference here. The vibratory frequency of the Light energy adheres to the voice. Again, the adhesive material of the awakening reality of humanity.
The female of the species is attracting frequencies that insist on associative merging. You might say there is something that must line up—very much like a female animal whose scent attracts the male species’ interaction. There is, you would say, a scent the female feels released within her system. There is as yet no sufficient coming together of male/female, but the female will persist in frustrated longing, somewhat as a mother seeking to produce progeny will persist until the scent is strong enough, vibrationally, to attract the male. This is not sexual or, as you would say, spiritual, but molecular—part of the merging process. Those whose Light energy keeps purging negative psychic materials from the mind/spirit substance will arrive at a waiting, an “idling” so to speak. Neither the males nor females of your species will understand this phenomenon, and many caught in severely displaced egoic structures will not make it through this period, mistaking the vibration for mating or human need for continuance. The male species will that moment be brought into service, for the female illuminated begins a new brain function not available without male intervention. It is the needle and thread of creation weaving itself through all species. Product will be produced through male/female collectiveness. This product will penetrate illusionary reality and interface with the unsuspecting populace.
Integration and disposition are key words here, before fusion mentioned. The male/female species, though brought from quasi-dimensional frequency and still physiologically designed to be part of the quickening of Light energy in the body, is at this point (as a species) not dimensionally sound. Members of the species finding this phenomenon of occurrence will be intensely stimulated in the feeling/ emotion/sensory plane. They will know if they have entered that merging. In the advanced stages of this aspect of regeneration and emergence, the egoic structure will release its energy pattern into a cosmic burnpile, furthering a neuro-atomic fusion.
The egoic structure has grown with temporal time—an interface material between eternal and physical. It, as in all creative matter, birthed a deity phenomenon to hold time in place. The egoic structure of the entity is the least significant, being a pseudo-structure to experience Earth plane.
As it amasses a certain collective madness (by madness, I mean here, an over-riding illusion simulated by all), physical structures, including their planning and design structures, will experience an increased unworkability. As a species, a hemmed-in
feeling will occur, as in too many cattle in a stall. This hemmed in phenomenon is the Earth plane edges of illusion breaking apart. Mostly at first, during this time, individuals of species will sense internal perspective shifts. Soon, however, “group” shift and realignment to higher data will occur.
This is not channel. This is mind. Your body is separating, reaching out to experience its quasi- dimensional form.
It is true you sit in the God* Center, as you know it. This must be ascertained. Without this ascertained, the rupture of the mind will be immense. This sense of separation is unyielding and cumbersome, leaving egoic life forms floating in limbo. There is no concern here for the quickening is en toto (total). The end result is Light Mind and the diversification is those who will be material for Mind and those who will be Mind minding the Mind. Fusion**, Mind, difficult in discussion, for Mind is not known as God essence. You, as egoic center, you do not know. Fusion** is what is known. Your egoic structure would rupture if it ingested that you dreamed what you called God* into existence. You would have to be up to pulsing, vibrationally opened to God* essence, and as you individually and collectively are vibrated into that essence, you experience being the dreamer and the dreamed. There is no arrogance here, for you are present for the first time to the innocence of humanity and you as Child of Humanity. It is a joyous time, for the illusion is remembered in its poetic delight, unfolded since Earth dimensional time began. All writing becomes real and felt. Truths are flesh delights. The illusional reality is experienced as a richness, a serendipity, as orchestra, chords and notes. As if the illumination radiates out beyond the temporal fixation. Explanation is only delighted in when Light essence exudes from the essence of it. Questions become access codes to dimensional openings.
Trust your voices. They are being raised as One Voice. Do not take too much stock in your perception of what you say. Communication is occurring simultaneously with body/mind/spirit breaking up, yet, communication is connective tissue. Communication comes differently for all. For some, each other. For some, inner hearing. For some channeled works. Follow attraction. It is the quickening process. Do not care about product*** of conversation, only connection.
1quasi-normal – resembling or seeming normal but not quite
2 quasi-dimensionally – resembling or seeming to be in a single dimension, but not really
* God: Generating Organizing Design [of Creation]
** Fusion: Physics. a thermonuclear reaction in which nuclei of light atoms join to form nuclei of heavier atoms, as the combination of deuterium atoms to form helium atoms.
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
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!
In Honor of the Realms of the Beloved. We cannot make it without that which loves us. Many years ago, a beautiful young guru, Sai Maa Lakshmi Devi told me that my body would detoxify for about two years because I was needed in the years to come. She gave me a mother of pearl to wear around my neck so that I could stay connected to her during that time. I was so ill almost immediately, hot, sweating, nauseous, pretty much collapsed on my bed. I did not want to go through this for two years. I heard Maa was going to be in Chicago. I called my friend Lucinda and asked her to attend the event with me so I could get there. I told her and her husband Doug, I did not care if I was on a stretcher…get me there. They met me at the plane, helped me to sit between them on the floor. They both had their arms around me to steady me. At one point in the evening, Sai Maa looked at me and said, “Because they love you, you can now heal.” I left that evening without a fever and walking tall. My beloved Lucinda is now Sai Maa’s legacy
I was on an amazing call last night with two amazing young people. The young woman works in the Feldenchrist method. The young man works in the Rolfing method. There was no doubt, along with Dr. Heather Hunt DC, that they work in whole system response. Both of them spoke of, for them, one of the three main aspects of healing is being connected into loving relationships…people who care as well as recognizing whatever someone might’ hold God to be’ cares…being with that which loves you/us.
These are the times that the activity of that which loves life here comes to our aid. It is power that operates when needed on behalf of life.
There really are Realms of the Beloveds. There is not a ‘they’ there. There are realms that operate on behalf of all life and some who love human beings very very much. I know. I came from there. The most important characteristic of the Realms is that the realms operate as Beloveds of Life and with Each Other intimately tending to the preciousness of Creation – much like the Irish Anam Cara.
I almost stopped meeting with The Realms of The Beloveds every third Sunday of the month. It is so hard right now to watch humanity caught in the illusion of itself when help and aid and love are at hand. I made a request and the request was met. Some very beautiful statements were made that let me know that people were aware that they were loved and becoming consciously restored to who they were as a beloved of life. That was enough for me.
I have been deeply moved by my housemate C Bean. I have supported her by reading over her written material about herself and her work for her website the last few weeks. Her authenticity and her ability to tell her story so people knew the background that gave the foreground of her work inspired me. Here I am. I have worked for over half a century. While I have written what I provide, I have not written what is behind why I can provide it.
Thanks to my beloved friend, I am going to do that now.
What is the skill of a cellular empath? It is not really that easy to understand. I have a knowing that lives in an intelligence that has served myself and others for over half a century. Our spirit, our original nature of ourselves that we, as human beings, long for when we are out of touch, is in our cellular memory. This is not our historic memory. This is the original memory of our original design. In my third book, You as the Mind of Creation, this is deeply addressed. For instance, we now know that our Enteric Nervous System carries this original memory of our design. I just didn’t have a name for it when I began wandering around in cellular memory when I was quite young. I just know I could tap into the matter of the person and there was this memory that didn’t operate like circumstantial recall. It operated like a schematic that gave me a language that restores this core foundational template of the human beings I speak with.
I never marketed as a physical healer because what I was capable of went deeper into the core design from which all wholeness not limited to physical healing comes. And sometimes people are physically healed. I could just tell when that was probably going to happen in what I was present to, not because I was trying to physically heal the person. We are in a world that is toxic emotionally, mentally, spiritually, and physically. I had to restore my own body, mind, and spirit from early on in my life by listening into my own design and being faithful to it. Out of that, I formed a profession on behalf of all life.
I am thrilled I have worked a half-century. Now the original nature of human beings, their sovereignty is rising. Not only that, our actual matter is awakening past its trauma-based survival necessity. Many bodies of human beings are going through recursions of trauma release and into stabilizing for wholeness. These shifts in mind and body will occur fundamentally over the next six or seven years.
I know the struggles of what we are going through. The trauma laid buried in the background of our human existence is rising into the foreground. We are having to deal with it and deal with it we will. As the shifts and changes occur in the very body of the species of humankind including the in the world physical structures, a thriving consciousness of well-being and wholeness of mind and body will begin to take its place in the scheme of things. It is to this I have always been committed. And now! Now a human being’s system is waking back up into Earth being a home for our Spirit.
Being a cellular empath, moving into Activations and Consults now is pure pleasure. Supporting the transmutation out of trauma into wholeness is beyond exciting. Supporting the person’s perceptive mind to trust what they are newly experiencing is profound.
Almost every day is a shifting of the ground we are standing on and the registers within us that guide us during these times. Do not get too enrolled in the trauma rising from the background into the foreground. This is the foundation of all healing. Fever first. Sweating it out. Wholeness.
I love you.
I love that I was made the way I was made.
It is why I could take the vaccine when I did. I could feel my body could take in this strange vaccine empathically, especially since I got to know it so well in June 2020.
I knew that my body was now strong enough but my body in its language showed me. I have trained empathically through months of my own recovery from covid. I knew the opportunity was not recovery alone. I knew that now I had cellularly experienced the virus I could have it become part of my intelligence and it part of mine.
I have worked incessantly these last years to prepare to be able, as a cellular empath, to become able for the body and its challenges in the years ahead. I have done work homeopathically, through supplements, exercise, consciousness work like the Creation Exercises. This plus in my unity with Creation being part of the amazing synchronicity with the greater intelligences that operate on behalf of all life here.
My psychic knowing, my cellular response, and circumstances lined up in perfect wholeness and take the vaccine I did. This is why I tried so hard to tell people it did not mean I thought they should take the vaccine. As a cellular empath with certain skillsets, I can do things others can’t do and am willing to use my capacity on behalf of all life with as little risk to myself as possible. Now I have a spike protein in my cellular system to work with and to support its intelligence in operating on behalf of the life of a human being as well as all Life.
I am working to clear aberrations during these times because that which has become aberrated only seeks its return to wholeness. Any other thought is a lie. I am aware that trauma has become assumed as the original design here, but it isn’t. I am busy again. More busy every day as the level of transmutation from trauma into wholeness grows. I will do my best with others to educate, transmit, activate and consult human beings so they too can invest their minds, their hearts, their bodies in their awakening into the wholeness.
Wholeness is the nature of Being – in this case the nature of Being that is human.
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.
It all started this morning really and worked backwards. Sometimes it is like that. There is such a fog between what is not real and what is real. What is real takes a bit to get through. So what is real finally reached my mind this morning though happenings of the synchronic quest of unfolding occurred yesterday. The question might be, “When does something happen? Is it when what is real is unfolding or when it suddenly unfolds and there you are. AND, as I said as a child, Then “That’s that about that!”
I was emptying my trash cans this morning right after completing the Realms of the Beloveds’ call. I was in its hue. As I shook out the new white plastic bag to put in my trash can that was I had put on the yellow chair with its orange chair pillow, I was imagining. I was imagining that I could put my trash bag full of trash out at the front of my sidewalk and someone else would walk it to the trash. In that instant, my neighbor walked out to that point holding his trash bag. I laughed and told him what I was imagining. He said, “Well then, let’s have your imagination come true.” And took my trash bag to the trash.
The Realms of the Beloveds is arriving here in our present reality. Of that I am sure, but that is the background of my story not the foreground.
Yesterday, after the webinar, Lily and I got in the car to drive to the park. My oldest living son Ricky had told me to get Chevron gas once a month to clean the engine. The Chevron gas station was across the street from where I was going so I crossed the street and pulled in. When I went in to pay, in the refrigerator right beside the pay counter was my favorite Kevita drink Lemon Cayenne. This may not seem exciting but, you see, Kevita has done me a great disservice. Its Kevita Lemon Cayenne only had 3 grams of sugar. When I was at Safeway, I checked the sugar content in my favorite drink and it had been increased. Now seeing five bottles of it, I checked the sugar content at the gas station I go to once a month and they had the original bottles with the 3-gram sugar count. You could tell the refrigerator was not used much because there were only seven bottles of Kevita in it and five bottles were my Lemon Cayenne.
You see when these things happen, a bell goes off in my head, “Am I being invited to a quest?” This means that the veils have parted and that there is magic afoot.
Intrigued, I got in the car and prepared to drive out. I realized I was going to have to get to the park another way because the way I usually go I couldn’t get to. I thought I had it all figured out but when I got the stoplight that I thought would let me turn left, it didn’t. I had to turn right instead. After being thwarted several times, I realized the only way I could go was to an entrance to the park I do not usually go to. Off we went.
Once there, I was irritated because it was loaded with people all without masks. I decided to take a back path that, while not scenic, I could let Lily off leash and there were no people there. Not to say the least, there was a place I wanted to try to get to on the creek and I needed to see if it was accessible. I couldn’t see around a tree to tell but across from the creek, I could see if it was worth it to navigate around the tree.
As we got to the vista of revelation, I realized there were modular homes overlooking the creek and there was a gate that led from them down to the park.
All of a sudden multiple bells and whistles went off. The thoughts painted an amazingly satisfying complexity. I would have thought I would be caught dead living in a modular home in a modular home park but I had seen some of the homes when I was looking for land on the web. They were shockingly inexpensive and some quite lovely inside. Ping 1. Then the thought of I, at this age, was not as financially well off as friends of mine who could live well without having to work. I was not one of those people. Ping 2. I started laughing because we had just finished doing the Restructuring Money Matrixes that morning. I love how I get to be a student of the work. I realized that both thoughts would have not occurred with such simplicity as they did in that moment. I would have had an attachment to not appearing to be poor by living in a modular home. I already had people thinking I lived in an $82,000 RV because I was poor. Before the class that morning, there would have been a stigma I had to get over, but not in the new thinking. The new thinking was exciting… an inexpensive home, a place to park my RV and still sleep in it like I love to. I would have a complete view of the park and Lily and I would be right there to walk it every day. I could travel and not have overhead. If we found another place, then I could rent out this place. I could rent out my RV to my friends. It felt so fun.
I found two homes. The first one, I liked best. Only $89,000. The second one was $124,000. I needed to drive to Vicki’s to get Lily’s rice s on the way I called Kea. I asked her just to listen. She is a lawyer and deals in real estate and we had done the magic together on the RV a couple of years before. When I got done, she, who was an hour away, said, “Let’s go see them!” It was mine to get hold of the real estate agent. So while Vicki made the rice I had bought for Lily, I got hold to the real estate agent for 4:30pm that day. All three of us now and signed a CoVID document you have to have now.
Long story short, we met. I loved the less expensive one. The other one, I cringed because I could tell whoever had lived there was either still there or had had a very unpleasant life. I knew someone had died there. I absolutely knew that. The real estate agent confirmed that. But the less expensive house, when I went back to it, embraced me. It was cozy and warm and whoever had lived there had loved it. Kea and I had some considerations that we expressed to the real estate agent before I made a decision. The house was sold contingent on the people selling their house. I knew that I could magic that. When I worked out the math. I would be spending the same amount of money but I would own a home and have more space for visitors and guests as well as a larger office. It felt like a good deal. The concern was I did not want to leave living in my RV. I deeply love it here.
Got back home, after all the fun, and slept.
At 3:30 am I woke after a visitation from, how to describe it, the house, the park, the beings that draw me to the creek – the elemental spirits that must have loved whoever had lived in that house and animated the house with its love. It was so magical. It is good I waited until this evening to write this out because when you have been visited you need to give it time so that the nuances have fallen into place. This morning I would have thought that they were warning from buying the house. Now I know they are telling me that with the RV parked at the house I will be out of sync with the other residents. That I will need to leave my RV to move there. That I have to come into this possibility normal.
How confronting is that?
But I got ahead of myself. I so want to share the visitation that woke me out of bed this morning at 3:30am. Got me outside under the stars with Lily at my feet…thinking. Awake to the beautiful part of my existence, where emissaries of paradise find their way to me and engage me in our love affair with Creation. How to tell you what happened that woke me in the middle of the night when the veils are thin?
Imagine we are watching a Disney movie. In the movie, this letter is being written to me by an invisible pen. The letter is listing all the things ‘they’ who hugged me in the little house were concerned about. I thought they were warning me off but they were negotiating the possibility in their love for me. How cool is that?!
Here I am. My foot is asleep because Lily is laying on it. I have just finished writing this… and a great mystery of money and its use in getting me a home lays before me.