Article posted to a Newsletter in Damanhur regarding walking Damanhur Spirals
“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.
Mt Shasta, California with typical lenticular cloud formation.
The Power of the Earth & Her Beloveds
[for those of you who have read the first entry. The next day entry is at the bottom]
As I began to write this, Fox came to me just as Fox had come to me that day in New Mexico.
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.
More as it unfolds…
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 wanted to share in the aftermath of the Exploring G.O.D. Matrixes telecall.
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:
- first hope [craving]
- then imagine
- then be in the shock and awe of it is real
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
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
Each of us is unique and essential to creation. Each of us carries a Living Field of Creation that is sculpted by multi-dimensional, multi-intelligent, multi-sensory Generating Organizing Designs of Creation. There are many G.O.D.s of Creation. In the treachery of ignorance, this phenomenon of all existence has been lost to humankind and relegated and boxed in to only a few participants who often seek to dominate others with their only Truth.
Our Primordial Earth whose body we are made of and whose systems we reflect has no room for G.O.D.s that seek to dominate all life here and destroy the magic of what human beings are designed to be individually, with each other, and will all Life. We must persist individually and collectively to reconnect to these amazing forces of Creation that we once related to with grace and ease before they were aberrated into the broken matrices of separation.
Each of you has your own unique and essential relationship to multiple Generating Organizing Design of Creation. Your Quantum Mind has the ability to restore your Mind of Creation that operates in power, expression, and unity with your G.O.D.s of Creation.
That is all there is to do now is to Awaken Your Being. Your Being experiences Existence and connects into the multidimensional, multi-intelligent, multi-sensory generating organizing design of creation of which you are a part.
The adage, “Faith can move mountains” is real. Faith in what? When you took the original nature of your design, you are not alone there. You are part of where
Life reflects upon Itself
Gaining awareness and recognition of Itself
Through its multidimensional
Often referred to as a human being.
June to December for seven months, I will be supporting you in Building G.O.D. Matrices within which your memory that has its own remembrance is restored. In that restoration is your own G.O.D. territories. Therein lays a faith that rises because without need for evidence, because you are part of it and it is part of you, you know it is real.
Those ‘reals’ move mountains.
And…you came here as a powerful expression of that, of which, you are a part and, of which, that which is a part of you..
So above/so below:
You are part of it and it is a part of you.
You operate on behalf of it and it operates on behalf of you.
This is your place and in you it has a place.
it: your unique and essential G.O.D. Matrix[es]
Restoring G.O.D. Matrix[es]
In Unity with Creation
Everything operates on behalf of everything else
Everything is part of everything else
Everything has a place.
I have left this journal entry in place as I am clear that we are in a unified field of consciousness wherein what each of us participates in contributes to the many: While this 7-month engagement is presently closed for enrollment, we are all participating in the etheric territory together of our one-soul heart. Read on 🙂
At different times in the last half-century, human consciousness expanded and new work was needed to meet that expansion. This I have done before. Up until January 1st, 2020 I thought there would be more to go to get to where many have an imprint of where we were going during these times. When I did the 100 plus Prophetics at the beginning of the year, it was unmistakable that we were in some kind of arrival. Since then an ‘arrival’ of a new level of consciousness has been present in consults and activations. Now it is our time to secure what has been expanded into by human beings by actualizing their mental mind into quantum layers of consciousness.
“Remembrance or prophecy? …. thought, understood as an alchemical product that distills a human being’s profound ability to create the forms in which he or she lives. Thoughts that form the foundation of an existence that flows on a new current of time, in which every true dreamer is called to become an architect of his or her existence. Because bold imagination is capable of launching visions beyond space and time and is not an escape from a tiring everyday life but the exercise of a human being’s own power in all possible times. ” Excerpt From Falco Tarassaco. “Liber S.”
I have selected three areas. They are not random. They are based on six years of working in sacred labs with a diverse group of people around the globe. Since these areas are not describable by known means, I leave it to your consciousness to inform you of your participation.
The three areas:
- The main offering is the Seven Levels of Conscious/Language of Creation [LOC]: the first Saturday of every month through December The 7 Saturdays are designed to support you in imprinting your mind with seven levels of human consciousness that carry your new templates of Being.
- The second Saturday of the month is Timeless time also based on a body of work with a group of people that showed me that a new kind of time was active in human consciousness and maturing. There are times in human existence when higher realms of consciousness are interactive with the linear time of human beings. This is one of those times.
- The third Saturday of the month is Restructuring Money Matrixes [sp?] also based on what rose in the Spirals of Being in a group project to realign money in unity with life and what has us exist as whole. The 7- month body of work will build on this. We are in times when alignment with what operates on behalf of life is calling many of us. What I have constructed through the years is in support of that and, therefore, timely
This is the greatest service I can give anyone. People are still trying to live in the existing paradigm when there is no future there. People caught in waiting on the outer world to give them their world will be in a great muddle. Contacting that which they are a part of and more than that – carrying the templates that bring these new realities into existence is all I am paying attention to now – especially over the next few months  to be exact.
You can compare the work in the next 7 months as preparation for what is coming that we are designed to be a part of.
Read more here: https://tantramaat.com/2020-05-08-restoring-g-o-d-matrixes/
Restoring G.O.D. Matrix[es]: Human beings were designed to be one with Creation. The resonance of the truth of this has been lost but it is true none the same. Within each human being is a template of so above/so below whether it is finding a partner, getting well, world peace. The macro/mini the gift of our creation. We are made of the substance of G.O.D. in multiverses of expression. This planet is recognized by Tantra Maat as the Realm of the Primordial Mother that created – a paradise for both the physical and non-physical realms of creation to have a place to be in unity with each other, enjoy Life itself, and share in the multiple expressions of creation here.
Many will continue to move forward in temporal linear time, like fish moving within a river. Others will enter into the quantum mind of the Generating Organizing Designs of Creation of which they are a part having restored their unique and essential aspects of Creation. AND in that restore their expression of those aspects in the immediate time ahead. These Beings are not only awakening into Be Here Now, but also into a Time Quadrant* of It is Now.
The different levels of participation within the Generating Organizing Designs of Creation are stated below.
Patron Participation extends beyond the 7-month Restoring G.O.D. Matrixes
The Patron Work is ongoing. The 7-month work is a part of the Patron ongoing participation with Tantra Maat and their G.O.D.’s of Creation.
The Registration for participation in the present 7-month Engagement with Creation is presently closed. The Avatar Participation is limited to specific engagements i.e. the 7-month Restoring the G.O.D. Matrix project
Monad Participation: Groups of Five Structure for Enrollment
The Registration for participation in the present 7-month Engagement with Creation is presently closed. The Monad Participation is limited to specific engagements i.e. the 7-month Restoring the G.O.D. Matrix project
When I am doing the Activation of Our Sacred Tail, Kea and I will be streaming across the soft waters of the Primordial Mother toward Freeport in the Bahamas. Am I on vacation? No. We will leave the evening of the 10th of December and return on the morning of the 12th. It is no accident that I am doing the second of a series of activations while we are on the waters. It is also no accident that it is our sacred tail. that we will be activating. Even as you read this, don’t you feel the aquatail going down in the water of the Mother and then lifting high into the cosmic sky. And then, other Geometries coming awake to the movement, to take in and open up into the cosmological being you are. I am fine if people want to stay corruptedly spun in the mediocrity of form that has them handicapped and broken in a matrix of separation that is mistaken for reality. Me, I am thrilled at how, in the midst of the destruction, our ancient original forms are rising. You can read more about that below.
Also for me, we are in this together, as conscious beings, operating on behalf of life and what has us return to that which is the whole system of which we are a part: paradise. I am not only a cellular empath, but I am also, as a Being, a geopathic and electromagnetic empath. I empathically move between human beings and the forces and powers of creation seeking the algorithms of harmony, balance, symmetry, proportion, and beauty. I deeply appreciate those who use my capacity and support it. I was born this way but never have I experienced more dimensional restoration happening the higher octaves which will over time, with our help move faster, restore the greater dimensional grid of so above, so below that once existed here.
It is this nature of Being I carry that is taking me to the Bahamas. The Maat of it: the primordial unity between the cosmos and the planet that brings about harmony, balance, proportion, symmetry, and beauty. This is what we are part of, what we are made of, and what we are designed to have an awakened consciousness regarding. We cannot restore the human spirit here in the ravages of the destructive path that the reality of survival has set upon us. We can, however, go into the higher etheric and find where the remembrance, point of origin, algorithms [so many ways to say it – few understood] still is maintained. Then draw its remembrance back into the planet and back into her forms. This is an active activity not passive. This activity deletes the pathways of trauma in the human spirit and brings back the strength, stamina, and capacity to build again without trauma a pathway back to paradise.
Do you know that even if the matter of the Bahamas goes beneath the waves, which I am not saying it will, that the spirit of paradise that was associated with the Bahamas will maintain until conditions are right for the essence, the algorithm of its point of origin to rise again…just like Atlantis. For now, it is important to me that the people of the Bahamas and their spirit is renewed and refreshed by the harmony, balance, proportion, symmetry, and beauty through the restoration of their higher consciousness. This is why I am going to the Bahamas. Part of the etheric track to not only restore the matrix of paradise but have the spirit of paradise not be destroyed by human folly and the victims of that folly.
This will support the trip I am taking to get there and back. I will also be sending 50% of what you provide to the link above.
Because you are part of so much more, I suspect the Prophetics are particularly potent in January 2020. They are open now.
In December 2012 I began a series activating the Sacred Geometries of the Human Form.
At that time, I wrote that we must begin to know ourselves as Energetic Beings. Since that time, we have paid more attention to our energetic form. Now in 2019, as we move more and more into our sentient intelligence – our direct link with Creation, we may actually have restored our energetic forms without having the registers for them. This produces a conundrum because our bodies have adapted to survive without them. But only to survive, no longer able to experience the profundity of our natural natures.
These Activations will facilitate a huge awakening in our ability to register and comprehend our energetic structures.
We were never meant to be separated. We are a FleshSpirit, EthericPhysical, TemporalEternal Being. The conditions are amazing now. We are in metamorphic anomalies of restoration at this. It is important to support our matter in this as our physicalness has been conditioned to forget and only operate in survival. There is resistance and this is sad for me. We should be able to revel in the restoration of our systems. The Activation is about relaxing the system so it can remember and revel in how these sacred geometries connect us to a system of paradise beyond survival.
I am thrilled that the next recursion of one of the original natures of our original design is coming online. It will be fascinating to see our experience after all these years.
This is included in the Mimzy Project as it is part of what no longer registers in most human beings. What a shame! We long for the ancient times, the Old Testament times, not realizing we are in them.
In the 1990s, I had been asked to come hear the confession of an amazing therapist who I had never met but we had shared some of the same clientele when I lived in the Washington, DC area. Her husband had called me and told me she was dying and what she had to say, she did not want to say to a Catholic priest. She feared they would not forgive her. My friend Jayne said she would drive me, and we immediately took off for her home that was several hours away.
I came in the door and the most beautiful slight built woman in a white flowing gown lay on the bed before me. It wasn’t her looks. It was her glow. Her husband closed the door and left, and I sat down to listen to her story. She told me that she had been at a conference 3 years before and had had a dream. In the dream, she had seen twenty to twenty-five years ahead. She smiled and reached out her small shaking hand and took mine. “I knew I did not want to be around for what I saw was coming. I wanted to not be here. When I got this cancer, I knew I was going to get to go home.” I held her hand so gently. I lowered my head and let the tears flow. I felt as if I was in the presence of one of the last of the angels. It would hurt to see her go.
I laid down in the backseat of the car to cry as Jayne began to make our way home. We were on our way up the interstate in the dark when I just couldn’t take it anymore. I forced Jayne to stop in the center of the highway on a grassy meridian and got out and laid on the ground. So, angry that this precious being was not safe in her own faith, I looked up at the swaying trees and the black flecked with the light of the night sky and screamed, “You are my only God!”
We got home at about 4 am and I went straight to bed. My precious boy, John Aren, was asleep in my bed waiting for me. I pulled a blanket off the bottom of the foot of the bed to put over me. He was so tangled in the sheets, I didn’t want to wake him.
Lying flat on my back, which I rarely do, eyes open, the air around the bed began to shimmer. If had not been breathing air, I would have thought we were underwater. In front of me, mattress height was a landscape of sand that stretched as far as I could see. The sand had an enticing gold cast and was rippling like waves in the sea. I stood up on my bed and walked toward the floating land. I looked back and I could see through an image of my body in the bed.
I stepped onto the sand compelled by a force that carried no malice, only the experience of a child in wonder. I saw the remnants of something that looked like a Hollywood set for a western movie and walked toward it. As a stepped, sand animals flowed out of the sand and, playful, ran in front of me and around me. Childlike, I walked starring and this unusual landscape that made me feel so different than anything I had ever felt before. Now I think, I was introduced to wonder and awe in a way that would hold my life secure during troubled times ahead. Beyond the odd front of old west buildings propped up by longboards, was a gate. The is gate much like a tall gate you would see over the road of a cattle ranch. Everywhere was unending sand. Until I stepped through that gate.
As I stepped through the gate, the sand disappeared, and I was walking on a sidewalk that was leftover in the ruins of New York City. As I walked down the sidewalk, the only remaining unbroken part of the city, I saw an elderly senior citizen dressed in her heavy heels and her proper dress and her old fox fur over her shoulder sobbing. A homeless man was helping her go through the rubble and I knew he would help her learn how to live as he had…homeless.
As I left the ruins of New York behind, I was once again in the sand, the sidewalk still there. I saw a shimmering figure like the air in my room coming toward me. My heart quickened with love and excitement. I was once again a child in church knowing God loved me this I know because His angels told me so. There was no escaping the feeling. The loss of that feeling no longer permeated any part of me, and I was a child of God in every part of my body and in the fullness of my heart. I knew someone I was on the Gaza Strip walking across above the world below on a high dune. As the figure approached, I saw tanks crossing the sand. For me, he was God. My God had returned to me. I cried out, “Oh my God! You’re God.” Then realizing I had cussed, I stammered, “Oh sorry,” and then without no ability to stop myself, I blurted out once more, “Oh God, you’re God.” I know now, of course, that he was not God, but I do feel he was an angel who gave me that feeling I had as a child that kept me safe in a troubled life filled with feeling of being loved. I blurted out and stammered for a while as he told there. It took a while for me to integrate the experience I was having. I knew that he wanted to talk with me, but for what felt like a long time, I was so glad to be back in the feeling of being a child of God again, I could do nothing but cry and stammer.
Finally, he turned and walked to a viewing point in the world below. As he turned, I began to see the future. I knew that there would be times in the years ahead that would not be good. I knew that somehow going to hear God’s angel had opened up a gateway for me that I had walked through. I knew I would never be the same.
Without his speaking, I knew I was seeing an event between Jews and Arabs that was inevitable. That something was in play and there was nothing that could be done about it. At that moment, I felt so sad, but that sadness did not obscure the feeling of being held in love, a love so great there was nothing that I couldn’t go through. I felt like David in the lion’s den and the boys in the fire. Nothing touched me but love.
Now I call them markers. As a seer, there are events that happen that mark something coming, and my job is to prepare people for those times coming. That are what mystics, seers, and prophets do. I did not know at the time, that I would become a prophet, an unheard one at best. It would not matter, I would have the information to prepare the way and become what I was to be for people as time unfolded into ancient prophecies and some quite new came true in our times.
He began to speak. His voice washed the world around me and the future unfolded alive, not with detail but with a depth of connection.
I will recreate what he said as best I can. The only time I ever feel the majesty, power, and clarity of truth I felt that day is sometimes when I am doing the Creation Exercises that became part of what was brought forward out of this moment in time.
He looked at me as he spoke, like an adult who needed a child to understand the importance of what they said, and that they were asking the child to stay a child in spirit and an adult in knowing.
“What is ahead must be. The major religions must end what has been done in their names here. This will end so that what created Life here can be restored here. They no longer exist in the truth of what God is designed to be here.”
I promise I cannot even begin to recreate his words. What I did see in my consciousness was that the three major religions would be the ‘in the name of’ that would be used in the future to try to control and destroy life here.
I had never experienced anything so thoroughly. If I had not been in the cellular experience of love so total and unyielding, I would have collapsed in the anguish of what I saw cost human beings their experience of a paradise here.
I knew that the tanks moving over the sand were the beginning of the final act of a drama that was about to unfold. I knew it was a war around Jerusalem but no more. I knew I would feel when It began.
Then he transmitted into my mind the prophecy:
“Five things will happen that will mark the unfolding of the times ahead.”
The next part cannot be put in words accurately, but I know I need to give people access to the experience I was having in these moments with a love that overcomes all obstacles even though sometimes it takes time. I remember the words, “Have them no longer be afraid.’
He went on.
First, a president of the United States will be elected by dubious means
Second, this president of the United States will not really be interested in foreign policy.
Third, New York will erupt in wings of fire.
Fourth, two cataclysmic events will occur on the same day. One of man, one of nature.
Fifth, the dogs of the east will bite the tails of the warmongers when they least expect it.
As I watched the mystic equivalent of in the world’s events, I knew that this pattern might repeat itself until the conditions were irrevocable. I remembered my joy in the church with my black maid Fanny. They lead lives of terror because of the Ku Klux Clan but on Sunday they celebrated God’s love and were really clear that love would set them free. I know that was the same experience I was having now. I, certainty, that the ways of man where only a moment in time in the face of the power that created this planet and its forms.
Suddenly the sand under my feet was gone and I was in a large room. I walked over and looked out and saw old fashion street lights that had been modernized.
I knew someday I would be in the room as part of the prophecy. I turned and looked at what I still felt was God and asked him if I could touch him. He said “yes” as a benevolent father would say to his beloved child. I reached out and placed my hands on his wrists under his ankle-length toga gleaming in white light. My body filled with gold light. I felt my cells drink the gold like they had been starving for all time. I felt my emotions change. I knew it was only a matter of time before I no longer felt the fear that often ruled me. I knew I would be afraid but that love of this planet’s forms including myself would override any fear that came upon me. I know that I was to support others in the same transfiguration of spirit I was experiencing.
I looked at the floor and I could see through it into my room with my son asleep in the bed. When I walked across the floor to see if I could see Jayne asleep in the next room, the floor moved right over her. I reached down to see if my hands could go through the floor and they did. I extended my arms and grabbed her and pulled her up toward me. She slipped out of my hands. She was sticky and slippery. She slipped out of my grasp. I turned to him and said, “Is that how we feel? So sticky?” He smiled ever so compassionately and said, “Yes human beings are for the most part slippery and sticky.”
Without realizing it, I had another marker to move with in supporting people in the times ahead to be ‘less sticky’.
I knew it was time for me to go back. I didn’t want to. But even trying to stay didn’t stop my body from moving back into my bed and sliding into the translucent energy image of me. I woke up at first light.
I was possessed by thoughts of gathering and hoarding water in our basement and other survival thinking.
At that time, I wouldn’t let anyone touch me, but I felt compelled to get against Jayne’s body. I ran into her bedroom and climbed into bed with her. I was determined to explore her body. She yelled and pushed me out of bed and shouted at me, “Jesus, first something tries to pull me out of my bed in a dream and now you come in and accost me!” Her words jarred me awake and I began to sputter out what happened. She grabbed the recorder and mic she was always sticking in my face to record me and I told her what happened.
I was exhausted. I went into my bedroom and woke up Aren to see if he had experienced anything. He said, “Jeez mom, let me sleep and rolled over away from me.” As I turned to walk away, not sure what to do with myself, he spoke. He had lost his blanky on our trip to Texas earlier that year. “Mama, my blanky is okay. God told me he is keeping it for me in heaven.”
I froze mid-step. Yes, life would never be the same.
On April 4th, 2009, I was minding my own business driving my car in the back roads of Mt Shasta, taking a break after a day of consultations. I had just left Olympia, Washington under the gaze of the extraordinary vista of Mt Rainer. I was driving back to Rio Rancho, California. I was returning after three months of supporting my daughter as she was recovering from a weakened condition and yet wanted to school at the same time.
The last thing on my mind was anything but mystical. I was driving on Interstate 5 and Lily, my dog suddenly had to pee. This is not the norm. She can hold it for days. I took the next exit onto a back road at the Yreka exit that curved in and out of views of Mt Shasta. As I rounded a curve and the tip of the base of Mt Shasta began to come into view, abruptly the sky filled voices and, stretching it quite a bit, what you might call faces. I both saw and heard them at the same time. It was if a TV station had suddenly come on with several stations bleeding through at once, odd-shaped heads and faces with voices that poured into my brain liquifying it.