I just gotta say. 🙂 I am sitting here in bed reflecting on my life…mostly my life choices and how they have been good ones. I truly believe that these choices are the sources of this fragile body maintaining itself all these years.
I understand the medical end of things but frankly, it has been the relationships I have had with some [more than less] humans and the profound spiritual connections I have had the honor to experience this lifetime that is the underlying substance of creation that has sustained me. And now this walk that many have taken can for not only myself but many, give us this moment in human history to embody again the original nature of the paradise that we are the templates of here.
The last few months have been particularly challenging because being psychic you can feel threads of futures that are unfolding and some, in this case, have suggested a termination of participation on this beautiful planet is possible. There are not many surprises being psychic, for sure.
In the Creation Exercises, these amazing formulas of creation that restore the original relationship of spirit and flesh, matter and energy, secular and sacred, eternal and temporal, I found that I could restore my body and its ability to survive here more and more independent of structures of reality that have separated the spirit and the flesh [from adrenal fatigue to cancer], matter and energy [visit Los Alamos where they are extricating energy from the earth to make destructive structures to ‘protect’], secular and sacred [religious terrorism], eternal and temporal [no long term respect for life itself only short term gratification].
Tracking the unity [the METApoints] of spirit and flesh, matter and energy, secular and sacred, temporal and eternal has been my unrelenting without waiver focus for over 45 years. It is this focus personally that has led me to this moment and to write the sentence that started this train of thought above.
“I am sitting here in bed reflecting on my life…mostly my life choices and how they have been good ones.”
It took everything I had with post covid effects, the loss of my dog who buffered me for years so I could maintain loving being here, and a heart and lungs who are struggling to maintain normalcy to come to facilitate an Equinox ritual in Boulder, Colorado.
Not knowing the outcome of moving across mountains at 8000 to 100000 altitudes, fatigue that haunts my normal vibrancy, and newly working with some abnormalities in my heart tests, I knew to come and do my part.
Why? It may sound strange to a world that has often pseudo lures of ‘out there’ gratifications, of ‘if only’ something out there would give me what I think I need…all sources of disconnection from Life and Others and Creation.
It is my connection to human beings who persist in loving life no matter what they are under the weight of that is a source of my trust that my body will, not only succeed in carrying me forward but, in my connection to these humans, will continue to build its capacity to thrive. It is my connection to the powers and forces of Creation [what I call the Realms of the Beloveds] that love this planet and her forms and operates on their behalf that I gave over my life and death to a long time ago because of the eternal nature of continuance enthralls me and the ability to be here as part of that continuance thrills me.
Hence where else would I be this past weekend and the weekend coming for another such opportunity? This past week has been an encapsulation of my life’s journey. A group of people maintained their persistency in bringing forward as a collective creation a TV show that is the next recursion of Creation moving forward in a collective vision, the next powerful capacity beyond individual vision. An ‘Anam Cara’ flew in to drive me from Albuquerque to Denver so I could facilitate, not as the burden of woe, but the joy of adventure. I am staying at the home of the extraordinary woman who persisted in building a home for the Creation Templates given to me by a greater intelligence of which the mind of a human is a part – The Language of Consciousness Institute. The people on the WhatsApp threads of healing and community who stood with me in a shared energy of connection. The magic of what it is to be human with other humans is a daily nourishment for me. When she writes, “I am holding your hand and am walking with you.” And another responds, “I have the other hand.” Another calling, sharing the excitement of awakening…stories of connection and the joy of response from the deeper webbing of life here. My housemate and my brother organizing getting beautiful pieces of furniture from our childhood to this magical home in Albuquerque, New Mexico coming alive with points of unity daily. Our collective beloved man taking over a call for me I could not make Sunday morning to sustain and maintain our connection of L.O.V.E. with Creation. Walking with people all over the planet this weekend taking care of where human beings and Creation meet and restore the paradigms of paradise here again.
It is not woo woo. It is Reality. Their strength becomes my strength. Pictures shared that show our communal participation with community builds the will to thrive that holds the capacity to survive. ETC!
I do not know what today or tomorrow will bring. There will be people still looking for answers as if the answers create realities of unity. If I die, today or tomorrow, there will be people saying, “See, she is just imagining this.” Carry on. There is an extraordinary song by a young woman Sineed Lohan. This is my response to those who do not see the magic and beauty of what human beings can be together.
For me, every minute of every day I give to live in a realm of being with others in the Field of Creation where there Eternal and the Temporal, the Secular and the Sacred, the Spirit and the Flesh can flourish because separation is not of value and unity with all life is.
I feel fantastic this morning. I woke up at 4:30 am so excited about the new influx of energy in my cells.
Walking with the Gods yesterday honoring what created pathways of mortal Creation here revived the immortal of me. Having my Beloveds never leave my side or each other, taking care of me so I could take care of Creation flows magically in my blood this morning. Tasks that needed doing being taken over by others until I am capable again strengthens the energy of my heart while its matter is restoring. Watching a lovely wacko Disney movie Monsters versus Aliens with my two sistas celebrated the normalcy of a human life living in the fluid of an eternal river.
My fingers hit the keyboard this morning and could not stop my writing and thanking you….and celebrating, and flowing with the Enfusion of Creation that exists here.. in us…mortal and immortal…I love you.
I find the human language hard. I cannot relay appreciation, gratitude, love, respect, caring at the level I experience it. Those words carry a vitality of expression that I am transmitting to you now. I love you. I adore you. I am completely gobsmacked by you. What has happened in the last 7 years is beyond my wildest expectation.
I am frustrated that you may not see the smiles on the angels’ faces, the gophers and deer chatting about you with great enthusiasms, the mountains, the valleys, the rivers resting in your loving care, the Being of the Realms of the Beloved where Love is all there is recognizing you and grateful for you. I deeply profoundly want to thank all of you for the last years. I am linking my end of the year mailout here for it says it all for me.
I will be out of communication now. The wild is calling me. The realms are enticing me. The depth of creation that is opening up now is beyond measure and I wish to be there to tend to it in ways yet unknown to many. Many times I have come here to tend to the fabric of Creation with Others. This time, though the ways ahead will be hard, the territory of the multidimensional realms is restored and restoring. Maybe next time, I can come only to visit and play. That would be lovely.
I know there are many words I say that you do not recognize. A way of existing that, painfully sometimes, is misinterpreted as my being unmanageable or unruly – 🙂 probably all of which is true but not in the way thought. Each of us needs to be faithful to our design. I must be faithful to mine. I have tears streaming down my face because I KNOW this precious species will be all right now. I see it in your eyes. I do not need to go anywhere now. I am home not only in the geopathic area of the planet I am in but also in the realms of reality now rising again that so nourish this planet and has her and her forms flourish.
The prophetics are over the 16th of January. That is as far as my present timeline goes.
Between now and then, I intend to curl up in the beauty of my time with you, tend to the fabric of Creation that I am designed for but had no access to until now – because of you and others who are remembering.
Now the realms are open, they are beckoning me.
This is my greatest appreciation. You who have journeyed on behalf of all life have restored the pathways and access points into the realms of the beloved who existed here in paradise.
May you now find your way to your paths and your access points. They are available now.
“THE MIMZY PROJECT”
OUR INVITATION TO YOU, NOV 03, 2020 AT NOON IN YOUR TIME ZONE – TO WALK YOUR SPIRAL –
Lanu 1st Degree, Initiated at Damijl, Damanhur, June 2019.
Initiates Meditation group 118, completed 6th life, Rebirth courses and Meditation School.
USA: Tantra Maat (NM), Sarah Jane Harper (CA), Toni McCabe (CA), Maggie Crane (CA), Liz Guyer (CA), Vicki Bass (CA), Sahere Hummel (CO), Elektra Porzel (CO), Kea Bardeen (CO and Glastonbury UK) and Anne Tyrrell (Ireland).
Also Pictured, Ronna Haxby (MS) and Victoria McMahon (OH) of PreMed 118.
Photo taken at Cornucopia with Tantra Maat’s statue of Pan.
Tantra Maat (tantramaat.com) and an international group of people will meet on Mount Shasta, California, to build a sacred spiral on the mountain for the purpose of building a gateway between the cosmos and the earth so that which loves the Earth and her forms can support the endeavour of what this planet was designed to be…Paradise.
In building this temporary Damanhurian spiral we connect The Temples of Humankind, the Inner Worlds and the Galactic Realms with this powerful mountain, on behalf of all Life and that which has us exist as whole.
Many others, from the United States and all around the world, will join together as geopathic pillars, at exactly12 noon in their own time zone, walking spirals or standing upon the land they call home. We will all unite in sending forth our dreams and visions for our planet. As each person walks their own personal spiral during this time period and as we walk the spiral on Mt Shasta, we will become part of new form of existence.
On April 4th 2009 Tantra Maat was driving across Mt Shasta, California when she experienced a powerful, visual and sonic introduction to a large number of beings that were giving her a message. Overwhelmed by the event, she stopped to sleep at a motel. On waking she remembered little and turned on the Television. A movie was playing called “The Last Mimzy”. It is about a scientist in a future time who needs tears of pure love to reboot the divinity in humanity as they are going out of existence. Sound familiar? As the movie played, Tantra’s memory of her experience returned. She was being asked to bring a group of 13 people back to the mountain the following year on April 4th, 2010. A date, that unknown to Tantra, turned out to be Easter Sunday.
Not having any understanding of why, Tantra gathered a group of more approx 30 people who felt called to travel with her to the mountain. She also invited other’s who could not travel, to tether energetically with those going to the mountain, and “The Mimzy Project” was born. For the next few years, people who were called, travelled with Tantra to the mountain. The final piece of this project was scheduled for April 05, 2020.
Then, in May 2014, to celebrate Tantra’s 68th birthday, she chose to visit Damanhur for the first time. A group of us, that again felt called strongly, joined her and thus began our relationship with Damanhur. Over the course of the past 6 years a number of us have studied at The Mystery School, taken our 6 past lives, participated in the Rebirth course, had spirals built on some of our properties in Ireland and America, hosted teachers from Damanhur to teach overseas classes and most recently, 10 of us were initiated at Damanhur in June 2019 and are members of the MeditAction group 118. Others of our immediate group were to be initiated in March 2020, but due to CV19, this was postponed.
As April 05, 2020 approached, it was clear that most of the group committed to travelling to Mt Shasta, including Shama Viola who was to accompany us, could not travel due to Covid and Lockdowns. Despite this, a group of 5 (all Lanu) managed to get to the mountain to keep the date with the “Mimzys” who Tantra now refers to as “The Realm of the Beloveds”.
A small crystal spiral was built with crystals that represented each participant that had been expecting to travel, and (from Tantra’s diary…)”We completed the ceremony of connection at noon. Included with all the Mimzy Participants, people who had built Damanhur Spirals all over the world joined us. It was quite the moment.” And for those of us who participated from all over the world it was indeed a very powerful moment of connection.
Each of these engagements had been invitations to the mountain from the “Mimzys” but then (from Tantra’s diary… )” we knew we had to have another date for us and them to meet…only this time we were generating it. What unfolded as all of us paid attention was the next date begins the 23 of October and goes five days completing the 28th of October. October 10 5+5. 23rd 2+3=5, ending the 28th 2+8 =10 = 5+5….. I knew that our date, October 23rd – October 28th, included connecting Damanhur to the portals and highways of Shasta. Not until recently did I know that we, whoever the we is for it is more than this territory of consciousness, is multiple territories. All I know is a bridge will unfold between those Beings in the galaxy who identify the planet and her forms as Their Beloveds. Now we with them will set in play the threads of love in the universe within which this planet was created will be able to be part of our reality once again and our theirs.” The time frame was then extended to 14 days, to allow some travelling from Europe to be able to honour the 2 week quarantine that was required in the US at the time of planning.
On October 23rd, a dedicated group of approx 25 people travel to Mt Shasta. In preparation Tantra consulted with Orango Riso and Piovra with regard to building a temporary Damanhurian spiral on the mountain. They did calculations based on the number of days that the group would be on the mountain and the date that has landed is Nov 3rd, 2020. Synchronically, this is the same day as the US Presidential election. Those that cannot travel from overseas, due to the continuing travel restrictions, are holding their Geopathic territories, with others around the world. Much is occurring as the preparations intensify. To read more about the origins of the project please follow the links below.
We look forward to having you join us as we work toward strengthening the new timeline for a new future for humankind and all life.
TO SUPPORT FROM YOUR PERSONAL LOCATION:
Many others, from the United States and all around the world, will join together, at exactly12 noon in their time zone, walking spirals or standing upon the land they call home. We will all unite in sending forth our dreams and visions for our planet.
To register your interest, please go to this Facebook page: “The Mimzy Project.” Use the invitation that says “Join us On the Mountain” and add your name and your location. This will become part of an event in Time as each spiral is walked across the globe approx an hour apart, holding the timeframe of the Spiral being built on Mt Shasta.
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.
I have not written in my journal for a long time. I think this past year has been without my realizing it a wilderness retreat with my beloved Lily. I am pretty sure in hindsight the greater reality of which I AM and I am a part was busy with my local self wandering around looking like my activity of life was normal. Not realizing it was in no way normal. AND, in hindsight, very beautiful and important.
In remembrance, about the first of the year all my attention was on Lily. Not worried excepted worried about her dying which is a human norm. More…without my realizing it creating a new relationship with her that, not only does not require physical form, operates beyond it. I would take time with both of us being with each other as if our sovereign immortal natures were gazing at each other through our mortal eyes. I would intentionally generate tactile memory stroking her fur and consciously checking my hands and my face and my legs and when she curled against my solar plexus to see if they were recording the physical memory. This is very important. The only reason we are physical is for the sensations, the sensory delight, the joy of experiencing our immortality in various short term forms. I would watch her special moves that opened up my heart and my spirit and basically record them over and over and over again. Mostly I did it because I knew when she passed I was not to suffer and to not be traumatized. At a lesser consciousness level, I did not want to suffer. At a higher consciousness level, I have already experienced my son Jeremy when he left his mortal coil, he did not leave our connection and was the source of my moving from a constricted terrifying limitation of perception mostly asleep frantically looking for what I was as part of a greater whole and unable to find it.
When he died at 5 years old, I transcended these limitations for sure but I also gained a hundred pounds as the flesh and the spirit were not in harmony. That is when I realized why people spent years in caves or ashrams because the decrepancy between the mortal and immortal natures was to off balance in the world we were born into. In 1979 when Jeremy died, my consciousness blew open and pretty much what you have seen over the past 51 years is my establishing this awakened consciousness into the norm of what human beings has held reality to be.
Now after two months of experiencing such an extraordinary elevation of consciousness, I am beginning to be suspicious that something beyond breaking through the border and beyond into these realms that are only connection, only unity, only oneness…not other than that.
Now I am beginning to notice is that I am actually at the border and that there is an activity I am in that is giving me a smile and possibly an ah ha. I posted to someone below.
I don’t know how to language what I am experiencing which is incredibly real in ways I never thought possible. I have been with you and your body I think we could say at the threshold. i.e. Damanhur. It wasn’t intentional. Nothing is anymore I just find I am places being there on behalf of I think immortality. It is really strange, but it feels like what I really am. I did not know about your body but I have been in, as best I can state, a dialogue at the border I.e. threshold where I was actively reviewing crossed lines, tangled webbing, probably egigenetics, etc. it is a place I am now that literally is where everything operates on behalf of all life-immortality and sort of by being there corrects ambiguity. Best I can language but so exquisite there. I was so glad to find you (whatever a you is) there a few days or weeks ago. That is all I know.
I am so excited. I am in a living reality where the immortal and the mortal are gaining strength, stamina, and capacity for their oneness again … where the spirit and the flesh are gaining strength, stamina, and capacity for their unity body again… where the temporal and the eternal are in connection again.
Exploring Generating Organizing Designs of Creation
“In our group work on Saturday, exploring the 5th level of consciousness in ourselves as and as part of, generating organizing designs of Creation, a phenomenon of mind occurred. It was breathtaking, as human beings usually cannot sustain and maintain expanded faculties of thinking with others. As the dawn of a collective sharing at the border of a higher facility of consciousness occurred, there was no time to let go as a collective and explore it as we were in a teaching model that required explanation and direction and used up the time we would need to fall into a shared consciousness with each other.
‘How beautiful!’ I thought. This is what the human community call the first Wednesday of every month is about: Exploring the Generating Organizing Designs of Creation. Let’s have that call which is about the exploration we found ourselves in Saturday continue then.”
There is something beautiful happening to the human mind. When human beings think of mental, there is a discrepancy. When the mental mind is devoid of sentience that you find in senses, sensation, and imagination and empathic response which is the shared connection we have with all existence, it is a dry dusty place to be for sure. But when the metamind of a human being awakens, amazing.
I invited the body of participants to move our conversation into the Wednesday Telecall. Jim and Janice will be facilitating. We will see what happens. It will be fun. I call it a consciousness bath of our metamind’s capacity to explore beyond the border of present indoctrinated understanding and… become present to what there is to become present to; open up into what there is to open up into; have what here is to have.
I will be there with Elektra Porzel, the main facilitator of the LOC-Institute, and with others who began conversations we put off until Wednesday.
Strangely enough I find it amazing how many human beings are not drawn to the exquisiteness of consciousness and how it empowers and has a completeness so vast beyond the crumpled circumstances a linear life.
Your/Existence’s G.O.D.s are that. I look forward to those of you who join us.
My dog Lily crossed over into the non-physical realms July 31st, 2020 for those of you who do not know. Since she is a being who does not know separation, I entered a journey with others in the Field of Tantra Maat of transcendency. It is my hope to gather together the last few days as an experiential journal for those who are entering into the new futures rising. Below is a journal entry. It is not mine to do to have you understand. I am simply sharing my journal with you.
I woke up this morning and the gripping agony in my chest had elevated to a mild tachycardia. I recognized that when I said there was something to be achieved in the call. I did not realize until it occurred that what was to be achieved was a new higher frequency foundational base – a sustainable and maintainable place for what was occurring to occur with as little shock as possible.
Surrendering into those who have never left me; with Lily transitioning from physical to nonphysical; and the quantum energy that is available now as the multidimensions restore themselves here, we achieved a coherence that stabilized me/us/others in the higher realm[s] where realities of unity exist. [A dog that looks like lily is walking by right now.]
We in the 7 month Creation Project are working in the consciousness that is stabilized in the physical playing field through Template 3. The collective work is achieving a remarkable magic. Remember Template 3 is you generating an operational matrix to bring the quantum realms of what you hold/know/re-member reality to be into the physical realm. There was a result in the call that I want to note here.
When Jim spoke of unity in the beginning, the quantum nature of unity activated. I could feel it. It was as if he had dialed the code or set the field or activated an algorithm. Then when I said there was something to be achieved in the call another code connection between Creation and ourselves activated…there were others that spoke and activations occurred as I could see the lights come on in the quantum field of so above/so below re-establishing not only remembrance but actualizing it. We were the Templates of Creation speaking the language of creation. That level has never occurred collectively until last night at least where I have been present.
Then having Myra and Hisbiscus speaking in the last part of the call who operate consistently in the quantum fields was no accident. Nothing more or less only the synchronic timing of timeless time as everyone on the call was being their direct link with Creation and in their speaking operating on behalf of all life. This is not a mental thinking thing. It is what occurs in the shared unity of a one soul species each having theirs to do, be, have in a synchronic weaving with Creation.
When Myra said the word ‘borderland’, the realm that Jim had called in ‘unity’ and the landscape that was revealed during the call by those sharing, a territory came into being – formed…a borderland….including the border but surrounding it and going beyond it. A coherent, cohesive, congruent unified inclusionary territory of participation was established. Do not concern yourself with understanding or worry that you may not yet have the registers yet…you will.
For the first time I got sleepy at midnight instead of collapsing from exhaustion. I could dream walk again instead of being caught in the debris field between so above and so below since last Friday.
Two days ago, in my work with the reharmonization of my so above/so below system I am doing with Deepak Chari, Jeremy and Lily showed me their light bodies that could regulate into various forms…Lily clearly loved the form she shared with me and that is our meeting place…that etheric form here. They really worked with me to see if this form I recognize myself as could dissolve into the light formlessness which carries so much more dimensionality and capacity but in that session I could not. Experiencing the stuckness of the calcification of energy in my body was brutal the next few days until after the call last night. In my dream walk in the borderland that was evoked as a Timeless Time territory last night, I was shown me a summit in the borderland. If there had been words, the words spoken would have been something like, “You [meaning those passed over, those passing over, and ourselves] will exist together at The Summit.” There were not words and the structure of language in writing this does not lay it out right, but it is as close as I can put in the written word. I will do a Creation Exercise 3 on it to unpack it and give it a place.
I am clear the Creation Project that has showed up in the Restoring the G.O.D. Matrix work. It is upon us with great respect and dignity for our endeavor if the higher realms had those concepts. The G.O.D. Matrix that we are part of restoring is unity – duh!
However, the landscapes we have entered into is where the non-physical realm, the spirit, the eternal is, as it was originally designed to be, transcendent over the physical, flesh, temporal. This means that the loss of Lily and Jeremy and others including ourselves is no more; that our primary is our etheric [non-physical] relationship with all life, our spirit relationship with all life, our eternal relationship with all life – in our multidimensional, multi-intelligent, multi-sensory form here but we go beyond and can include what we are much further than here with the temporality of here no longer being a problem
I am not saying we are embodied there. I am saying everything everyone is saying is showing where we are engaging with the quantum fields and within that much more is occurring in multiple territories you all are engaged in individually and monadically. We are taking territory. We are opened up and sharing the landscapes of multiple territory but those territories carry realities of unity. For me it is no longer being held prisoner in an experience of separation from what and whom I love. That my body, my mind, and my emotions register and are part of a system re-established that carries no capacity for separation.
Be clear. It is not up to us the result. We are informing Creation and the G.O.D.s [the generating organizing design] of creation and we are, in response, being informed. We are using the consciousness of our intelligence to bring back territory as we remember and a Generating Organizing Design of Creation begins to occur where we are standing both collectively and individually.
This is Template 3. Template 3 is not a human exercise. This template carries our consciousness of restoration with a specific algorithum that we are now experiencing. Yes!
I woke up this morning as stated at the beginning of this journal entry. I went upstairs to see Diane, then came downstairs to set up outside here on the porch to write this. When I came out there was a green jellybean. A single green jelly bean on the deck by my chair. When Jeremy was in physical form, his CB radio title was Jelly Bean and mine was River Queen. His favorite color was green. Mine cinnamon. We are all bringing the greater coherence of the unified field into play in this physical territory. I was thinking this morning that the mantra that works well here is:
For those of you who do not know, my beloved dog, Lily left the physical plane this past Friday, July 31st, 2020. I feel like I have been struck by lightning and yet at the same time being aware that the gripping grief is comparable to the incredible love, devotion, and sentient unity we shared. I only say this because it is referred to below.
Something so incredible is happening to the human race. The only way I know that presence it is to just take you into my/our territory of exploration and awakening and, if it registers for you, then that is perfect and if not you do not have to waste your time in this realm of the beloved and the territories operating on behalf of paradise we are engaging in.
jimwilliams3 wrote:Tantra, I remember Lily. I remember my girl Liebe. And the other dogs I’ve buried on mountains and down on our east forty. Baby. Shadow. Freda. Cory. Opera. Freda was a 135 female grizzlewolf. That’s what Chris Kirtz explained to some tourist downtown what kind of breed she was. Actually, she was a long haired rottweiller — but at least she was socialized. Liebe, my true love who was always waiting for me to get home so she could run up against me and try to knock me down. She was my last dog. A long haired Belgian Turveren with some shepherd. Liebe is love in German, but I think it was more protection she gave me and wasn’t socialized at all. I miss her still. She’s been dead for years. She just laid down in a bathroom and died. By the time I got home my boys had buried her in the east forty.
Was thinking about Shadow the other day. Never knew exactly what kind of dog Shadow was, but there was definitely some chow. Probably some golden retriever. But there was a house beyond Rocky Roost until the Park Service took it down some fifteen years or so. It was haunted. That was why Fred Loyd moved away. Wife’s friend Gil was freaked by it. Christian and Santi with the Italian restaurant were freaked by it. And definitely this family with some teenage girl that tried to intimidate Shadow on her walks by the house was freaked by it. Once they all left the house and came down the street all freaked out. All I could say was: ‘YEP!’ But the funniest thing I ever saw Shadow do was when I was out in front of the house and this girl was walking up the street. She only tried to intimidate Shadow when no one was watching. We could hear. But as she walked up around, Shadow ran up the mountain to get around the fence and ran down so he came up behind her and she had no idea what had happened when he jumped up and sank his teeth into her fat buttock right about hip level. He just grabbed a roll of but and gave her a pinch to let her know how little he appreciated her torment. She said she was gonna tell. I was laughing my butt off, but said: “tell about what?” She was upset. I was thinking Karma. Be nice. And it goes on.
No dogs to escape. No dogs to take to the vet. No dogs for barking at everyone walking by the house. Wonder if I’ll have another.
About the first Wednesday call. Will you (Tantra) be putting any more mailchimp out on the call? And will you be able to be on the call at all? And is there anything you want us to point to and blend in with the scope of the call. I’m starting to think conceptually that quantum mind — that’s a thing, right? (not a meme) — actually may be the simple explanation since it holds so much and explains so much. But I’ve been watching a couple of things that get put into the field. Quantum mind is polycoflolinguistics. As cosmic mind expresses itself through the templates. We voice new realities. Occurring. And we are always taking that territory.
There is work to be done. There is nothing to do but do the work. Whatever it looks like. Wherever it takes us.
That’s kind of what I’m thinking about.
This morning’s call was fun. Very rich. Look forward to hearing again. One of Elektra’s slides had a sentence at its last paragraph that was so packed with its own richness — wasn’t anything to say about it but “POLYCOFLOLINGUISTICS”
Or, Quantum Mind expressing.
Your thoughts about call?
And deepest heart’s compassion for the loss of your beloved Lily.
Response from me.
What I fear most is the loneliness and the incredible perfection of our bond being gone. I am a bit mad at myself this morning because I am at a motel and just collapsed. Tried to stand up and I get so weak. Know it is shock but did everything I could to prevent it. May stay the day here before I go on but driving takes the edge off the loneliness. I know we are on a border…actually our intelligence our quantum mind is past it but our physical emotional bodies are now caught in barbwire until the strength of the quantum mind, our greater intelligence pulls us over. That is why it is so important to unpack as deeply as we can our new experiences that don’t fit anywhere. It is a good place to start. As for my being there. I am hardly here and the grief comes with such strength the power of our love is beyond evident and crying out for a place…to not be lost here. That is what I am tending to. I have no future my beloveds. That does not mean there isn’t one. It is just not what there is to tend to right now.
May we enter the kingdom of Paradise, whether it be on imagination or our reality, the healing power of the Mother will have found its way back to us.
I am maintaining my promise to keep the door open to the Realm of Dragon. Whether that is the highway of the beloved that human beings can cross over into or not remains to be seen. Who knows what the August Activation will Bring!
The dragon is a symbol of evil, in both the chivalric and Christian traditions. In the Orient, it symbolizes supernatural power, wisdom, strength, and hidden knowledge. In most traditions, it is the embodiment of chaos and untamed nature.
A mythical beast with a combination of reptilian and serpentine traits, the Dragon features in the legends of several cultures the world over.
Although the dragons of the East and the West have quite similar physical characteristics, their symbolic representations are drastically different and, in a way, indicate the cultural differences between these civilizations. The most notable difference between the Asian and European dragons is that while the European folklore has portrayed the dragons as evil, fearsome and malevolent creatures, the Asian cultures regard them as benevolent beings.
And we wonder why the door to that healing power stays closed.
“The little queen all golden
Flew hissing at the sea.
To stop each wave
Her clutch to save
She ventured bravely.
As she attacked the sea in rage
A holderman came nigh
Along the sand
Fishnet in hand
And saw the queen midsky.
He stared at her in wonder
For often he’d been told
That such as she
Could never be
Who hovered there, bright gold.
He saw her plight and quickly
He looked up the cliff he faced
And saw a cave
Above the wave
In which her eggs he placed.
The little queen all golden
Upon his shoulder stood
Her eyes all blue
Glowed of her true
Undying gratitude.” Anne McCaffrey, Dragonsinger
As I was writing this, an undeniable experience occurred. The land in front of me came alive and it was as if the dragon of the land was arching its back in front of me and under me. I even felt dizzy like the board was bending. I called Sarah, who is the keeper of this kingdom downstairs to share this primordial moment with her and she beckoned me to come and see something she had never seen on her land. It was not the sun.
The sun is over here when I am. Here is the picture I took of the angel and turkey. You see the primordial kingdom lives in harmony and unity with all of the non-physical realms. They are able to shift between form and formless as once, could we. Now we only can when we dream and when we die. The Great Sorrow.
I live in realtime. If we do not live something then we should not talk about it as if we know it. All this having an opinion without the actual experience behind the opinion deadens our mind to what is real for each of us. My work on the planet of this time is to restore the registers for each person what, for them, is real. I love you. Tantra Maat
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.