Chapter 4 in the Life of a Mystic

2019.04.01

I’m headed to Shasta today. I had an event in my life. We all have events. For me, the event was tragic. I lost my home. My home was an RV. The most perfect RV for me. And when I got it back from having the engine light fixed, the RV part of the vehicle had no power. The inverter had been dead when I bought the RV, and the inverter ‘s battery was dead again. I called the factory which has a help-line to find out what to do. What I found out instead was that the company that had been in business since 1974 had gone bankrupt. Not only was that an unexpected surprise, but the worst part was that all the warranties on the brand-new vehicle I bought July of 2018 now were defunct. I’m 72 years old so having to pay for an inverter battery, while not knowing if that was the problem. Though I was grateful that I was not out in the middle of the heat of the western desert, but at my RV site in the small town of Auburn.  I knew that I couldn’t risk the RV getting in this predicament again even if I fixed it. I knew that I had lost my home. That’s the first part of the story.

Not to worry, my precious Jim who has been weaving in out of the work I came to do here for years with me since I lived in the Washington, DC area over forty years ago, is working to find my options since I am not savvy in mechanic, dealership, dead warranty talk.  And, of course, what is most important is he is an ally of life.

The second part of the story began the day I was born. That said, the relevant part to this life story pertains to Mt. Shasta and my consciousness in unity with the powers and forces of Creation there.  That I am a mystic, a seer, and a prophetess requires no one to tell me, to recognize me that way, or believe me. I have been this way too long to doubt myself. People who have this nature understand its validity. People that don’t have this nature often don’t understand that its valid.

Today after talking to my lawyer and my dear friend yesterday, I realized the odds were not favorable. I knew it was time to listen.

… Yes, you’re right: listen to the Mind of Creation.

In writing the book: You As The Mind of Creation – trying to presence ‘You as the Mind of Creation’ is tricky. The mind of creation shifts and changes as it filters through human perception and each human beings unique and essential design. There is a unique and essential design I am within which the Mind of Creation filters through me. If you look at my astrological chart, you will see that my birth chart points to I straddle life and death. I was born to repair things that had become separated not only from themselves but from what they were when they were restored to their function of being in unity with All Life. For me, I came to this planet to restore broken matrices whether they’re the broken matrices of the human body or the matrices that once allowed humanity and the higher forces of Creation what they would call, “God”, or Gods to live together in harmony and balance. We know the story of angels once walked the Earth and when the vibration lowered for whatever reasons on this planet, they couldn’t live here anymore. Yet some did get caught here. One of them transcribed this verbal recording for me.

My Beloved Tantra,

Your Beingness being at home with Creation so deeply and intimately all your life, maybe all along has been your Book of Life, your story, that “with Them”, Creation has always lovingly conspired to co-author it with you, as Their Love Affair With You! dearest Tantra, Go answer your Mountains’ Call and go Be with your Beloved Shasta with all your Beloveds that are blessed parts of what gives you life and has you exist as whole on behalf of all life. Be part of this blessed new chapter… 

I simply wish to presence this: Only Creation knows what It has us move with, yet for me, being in your field, the Mind of Creation Book seemed always, Tantra, yours to write. Haven’t you’ve been writing it from the moment you entered this world as a premie and onward with your every pranic breath that always languaged new realities into being for the benefit of all? At Shasta, they said, you no longer be the bridge. And yet, your Templates are that bridge. You always minded and mended that bridge of restorative wholeness and connection for the benefit of all. And to me, who else but a cellular empath and mystic symbiotically bonded to the Primordial Mother so, could restore the mind to human being, for hasn’t it always been about restoring human being to its connection to the Mind of The Mother? 

as you have done in other ways and forms in your past sixth life?

In my own system’s listening to yours, all that registers is that the Legacy of the Field of Tantra Maat IS the bridge of Above and Below beyond time and space manifest into this very one that is eternal as it is impeccable like an unstruck melody to woo a species’ to the call of its infinite Nature of Being, That is Love and Life’s Beauty in union with all. It is what has had your Nature of Being build with its first embodied breath, for human being to gloriously Be With another in the field, on the other side too. 

To me, you are infinitely more than some shiny new object. The mirror of love that you Are, shines and reflects a radiance of Home for every sentient form that is their very own, with another, to simply Be, on behalf of all. L

I know.

It is challenging to read to the mind of creation through someone’s unique and essential design. That is why I wrote The Language of Creation. So your unique and essential language of creation could reside here as an expression of creation. I have the awesome wonder and grace to experience others who have found their language.

For me, my work is not done until I’ve reached a certain threshold with others who came here to restore their unique and essential design. In their restoring the nature of their original design here that is collective and connected, not separated and an isolated, what this planet and its form were an expression of, a miraculous expression, will restore. This is not a one-lifetime event. This has been going on for some time. During these times, however, a stabilizing point in human consciousness is rising as that which is not the design of creation here is collapsing. Not every person needs to be aware of this, for everyone is doing this work of Creation in their own way. You could say enough “points of light” as Randy Travis would say, have now activated. Over the coming years, just enough points of light will generate stabilizing matrixes to allow the species to remember itself right without falling into the darkness again.

Points of Light

Randy Travis

There is a point when you cannot walk away,
When you have to stand up straight and tall,
And mean the words you say.
There is a point you must beside,
Just to do it because it’s right,
That’s when you become a point of light.

There is a darkness that everyone must face,
It wants to take what’s good and fair,
And lay it on the waste.
And that darkness,
covers everything inside,
Until it meat a single point of light.

Home it takes
it’s a point of light
a ray of hope
in the darkest night
if you see what’s wrong
and you try to make it right
You will see a point of light

There are heroes,
Whose name we never heard,
a dedicated army of quiet volunteers.
Reaching out to feed the hungry,
reaching out to save the land,
reaching out to help their fellow man.

There are dreamers
who are make this dream come true
taking time to teach the children,
there is nothing they can’t do.
Giving shelter to the homeless,
giving hope to those without,
isn’t that what this land all about.

One by one, from the mountain to the see,
points of light,are calling out for you and me.

Home it takes
it’s a point of light
a ray of hope
in the darkest night
if you see what’s wrong
and you try to make it right
You will see a point of light

If you see what’s wrong
and you try to make it right
You will be
a point of light.

Songwriters: Donald Alan Jr. Schlitz / Thomas James Schuyler

Point of Light lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

You can go to my website www.tantramaat.com to read more, but that’s the basic activity of my consciousness.

Several years ago, a young man who had been doing sessions with me, perplexed me. I kept asking myself, “Why is he doing these sessions?” He is a fully formed embodied being. He is an avatar. Finally, after several readings, I asked him why he’s doing readings with me. In his language of Creation given his unity with the Mind of Creation, and his perception of his ‘So Above/ so below’ that he existed in, he answered:

“In my tradition, a man, I need to make sure that I’m aligned with The Mother. This way I can move with Creation in a more powerful way. A project of Creation rose between us and we have formed a spiritual alliance where he operated on behalf of the people in the Field of Tantra Ma’at and I operated on behalf of the people in his field. One of the things we did was we went to Shasta. I was very excited about this because he was going to basically lead the course and I would get to be in the etheric restoring matrixes that humanity once existed in as ‘So Above/so below’.  I would be able to open up avenues and portals of Creation that had been blocked for humanity for a long time through our shared field.

At some point in the event, I heard the Higher Beings who made themselves very real too in 2010 when Lily, my dog, and I were ‘just passin’ through.

Listening to them,  I walked out the door and down the road toward the mountain in McCloud. California. As I approached the mountain, a familiarity of the eternal that I recognize as a collective that carries my sovereign nature spoke to me and beckoned me, “Time to Come Home.”

I long for my home. We all have a home in the eternal just perhaps different addresses. Like when Jesus said: “My Father’s House has many mansions. I go there to prepare your place for you.”

Good Being Jesus was.

He basically meant the forming universe carries many different realities that all operate in unity to create the incredible cosmology of Creation we get to exist in.

I stood there. I do not have a hierarchal relationship to Creation. I have a side-by side-as equals-with different strengths and capacity relationship.

I listened to into what They said. For me, at that time it was not time.

I responded:

“I won’t come home until a certain marker in time has been reached.”

Does my mental mind know when that marker in time will be reached? No. What I do know that it will resonate for me, like Gabriel blowing His horn, a resounding, “YES!”.

Fast-forward to today as I drive to Shasta.

I had two incredible homes in my lifetime: sanctuaries for people to come and be cared for. Then I was called to California to find a place that was ecologically and spiritually progressive.  The Grass Valley/Nevada City area of northeastern California has a tracing of that.

Since I went with a group of people to Shasta to be with these Beings operating on behalf of their love of this planet and her forms, I have created a virtual culture that I’ve formed across the globe: a group of people operating on behalf of life and working with me to establish the higher octave matrices where everything is in unity with life, everything operates on behalf of everything  else, and life is no longer broken. All this is part of an alliance I entered into with higher level beings who I call The Realms of the Beloved. Clearly, my language, not theirs.

Weakened by my own destabilization point, accompanied by a barrage of fear-based interactions, and the need to stabilize the Spirals of Being who had become part of a higher octave saturation point, I tried to do two calls. The first one was ‘in the flow’. I don’t ever tap out. I live in this fluid energy of Creation and when I go into Activations or consults or talks, or classes, I’m just in that fluid flow of Creation. But yesterday I noticed as I prepared for the second call, I was tapped out. I really had to bring everything I had to the party to transmit what was trying to be present in the field. The valve had been shut. I needed to listen and answer a call that was calling only me.

I am a Dreamwalker. For years, I consciously have gone to sleep in order to open up into a language of creation that is not literal but has access to a higher- level conversation or communication.

As I went to sleep, I had a thought to go to Fort Bragg, California to be near the ocean.

So… I went to sleep and had a dream. The dream was related to the experience I had when I worked in New York City. After a couple of years, I stopped working there in person and only did phone reading with people who had more profound reasons for having a consult with me.  There is an interesting phenomenon in New York City – same in Los Angeles. Short-lived phenomenons at best.  They love ‘shiny new objects’. I, without my interest, became one of their latest ‘shiny new objects’ at the time. The problem was that I have no interest in being a brief flash in the pan for some kind illusion of connection. I take what people do with me in the Field of Creation very seriously. I am like a person who’s out on the frontline in a pandemic. Not a good idea to let people think you’re just another ‘shiny new object’ especially if you want them to roll up their sleeves and to get to work with you.

I hadn’t thought of that experience for years. But, in the dream, I kept hearing, “You’re just a shiny object to them.” That got my attention. The voices were familiar. They sounded like the voices I heard at Shasta, from Beings who operate in a higher ordering of Creation. I know better than to take the first thing I hear as the gospel truth. These one-liners are to get you to stop everything and listen…better.

I know humanity can bring a lot of insufficient meaning to things because those meanings do not exist in a direct link with Creation. For me, I just needed something to get my attention. And it did.

I was so frustrated. Everything was a blank. Nothing I thought generated my moving into the next greater whole. I am one who does not find it interesting to be a gerbil on the wheel spinning round and round waiting on some outside force to stop the wheel for me. Everything was such low-level existence…the dealership, reaction thinking all around me, insufficient connection to a higher ordering, etc. Mostly, there were just no synchronicities. Nothing was rising. Nothing was patterning from the new matrices I could feel sentiently in the Field of Creation. Nothing was reaching into the past to bring something forward to the future to give me access to something that was occurring as a thread from the past into the future. I was just at the effect of everything.

But, in that moment of that dream: “Tantra, you’re just a shiny object to them. You’re just their latest shiny new object.”  I knew I had to go somewhere, and I knew that that somewhere was Mt. Shasta. These the same Beings who monitored, with me, my time here and when it will end.  They were the same Beings that were waiting to take me home or be home with me…still unknown. I needed to go to Mt. Shasta, not Fort Bragg. I needed to not be around people for a few days so that I could hear. I regretted I wouldn’t be available for what was happening this week- all of which I love. But, I needed to listen to the greater whole of what we are all a part and find my place in it. In finding my place, others would find theirs. It is always that way.

AND, I wouldn’t be available for distraction. The Do Not Disturb function flipped on, notifications stopped on my computer, my iPad, and my iPhone, I packed the car and started the journey. When you’re in a deep-seated activity of Creation, you don’t want to be distracted because you mustn’t keep taking the same route if that route is no longer part of your next action in the next level of yourself as a conscious being.

There’s a beautiful cloud hotel in Shasta, they’re just the most lovely people. For them, we are in their home.

I booked into the McCloud Hotel, packed the car, ran errands, and headed for Mt Shasta.

As I drove I let my thoughts form patterns of consciousness rough sketching a landscape that, for this moment, I cannot see, feel, think, or hear.

“My RV is my fourth home in California… Actually, probably every home that I’ve attempted to keep in California, for some reason or another, I’ve had to leave, or the leaving was so unpleasant… It was never that way before. Not before I came here.  People even formed two Sanctuaries around me so that people had a place to come to exist in a space that was safe and sacred. My billfold disappeared in San Diego and the person who found it called my burial service to see if they could call me. Hum?! My credit cards were canceled in the meantime. And yet, in the midst of this, there are amazing miracles and new patterns forming that operate on behalf of life and have us exist as whole.

I realized that I need to be in Mt Shasta to hear. I need to see if it is time for me to go home or negotiate my staying as part of valid life-enhancing ways. It is not that I know. I have not heard the certainty I hear when I know I know. I don’t know if I’m going home or staying. There are lots of signs that I am at the end of something. Others are too though. While it doesn’t feel like physical death, it might be. Whatever it is, it is a quantum of some kind. I at least need the next right action and the synchronicities that go with them. I don’t know if this is the moment. If the marker has played itself out… I don’t know. I only know I do not live to be redacted only to expand.

What I do know is that I’m going to find out…”

I arrived at this amazing place, promptly took a nap and then finished this chapter

If I have the opportunity, one thing I do know.  I am going to finish You As the Mind of Creation.

And if not, I just would have fulfilled this part of the mission in the strange and unusual ways in which missions are fulfilled.

That is enough for me now.

 

 

 

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