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 and have stopped at Yreka to spend the night. I had decided to work for a day before going on to the Sacramento area where 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 that curved in and out of views of Mt Shasta and as I rounded a curve the tip of the base of Mt Shasta began to come into view and abruptly I both saw and heard them. As 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 head liquifying it.
Now I know it was sentient intelligence but then I could not figure out how I, in truth, I could not hear a thing, but that there was no mistake I could hear they were elated that they reached me. Their enthusiasm of bliss and excitement wove into a thousand different kinds of transmission that formed into “Bring 13 people here April 4th, 2010.” “You need to be here for 5 days.” Then added “1B34” (I later found out that is the scientific name for a structural component of a protein) as if I/we were coordinates in a cosmic body. It must have been true because cosmic and planetary maps were coming into view in my head. Locations were flashing in my mind.
I stopped the car. I couldn’t drive with the bevy of sounds, sights, and feelings that were congealing in my mind, my heart, my body. I knew that at least some of the Beings I saw above me in the sky were related to the Being who I walked out of this world into another reality and received a prophecy that is happening now, The Prophesy , and another type Being who channeled a message, Matrix of Reality, [see pdf attachment] through my brain in 1993 in Virginia. I will never forget the comment, “Insufficient gray matter.”
I had always wondered if they would contact me again. And here they were with OTHERS! I was so startled by what was happening that I couldn’t take it in. Usually, I get some warning that I am entering a dimensional gateway and that I will be participating in an event that goes beyond the locale of our everyday existence. This was out of blue, fast and super intense.
I was fascinated by seeing them in the sky. They were trails of bluish-white tracings that if I try to focus, even now, would fade into the warm spring sky. They appeared more solid when they were voicing. It wasn’t as if they spoke, they voiced. As they voiced, they illuminated.
As the reoccurring echoes of instructions continued, there was no sense that they would think I would decline. Bellowing across the sky pounding my more than resistant mind, a landscape of request began to occur. A connection between the higher realms of existence was contacting me. Somehow I already knew like a distant recall these Beings were contacting others also. Those others just didn’t know it yet. There have been times through history when these events occurred often and with high intent. This was clearly one of them. Imagine having to suddenly go home, especially after I had emphasized that to me Shasta was no big deal. Imagine now having to explain to people that a host of cosmic beings shouted at me from Shasta and are expecting 13 people to show up at a certain date. Oh yes, and would they come. You can see that the belief factor would weigh heavily into doubt. The clarity of our importance was undeniable. Also, their clarity that they already knew we had this date. Clearly, I thought at the time, our clarity was missing. For the most part, human beings do not get how important they are and how much they matter to the rest of reality. Some humans either think Reality is between our ears or between New York Avenue and Go on the Monopoly board. The Idea that We, Humans, actually matter in the scheme of things is radical at best and downright silly to the more “levelheaded”.
But there I was, life interrupted, listening to more information than I could comprehend in the presence of what draws people to Shasta and the amazingly Beings that come through the portals there.
Of course, I took it well. I called Sophia, another ‘close encounters of the third kind’ being. I was shaking like a leaf and screaming at her to save my mind – I have come a long way since then. She told me to get a motel room immediately and go to sleep, “AND FOR HEAVENS’ SAKE GET ONE CLOSE AND DON’T DRIVE!!!”
Luckily I never had to go back on the highway. A small rather rundown motel was across the highway. I got in my room and laid down. I didn’t undress. My head was pounded. I knew enough working with people all these years that the mental mind shuts down the unbelievable and the extraordinary. They were still in my head, so I said, “If you want me to remember, you have to keep the doors open on my mind.” Of course, there was also the time, I walked out of my shell and met that Godlike Being, forgot, and then got stimulated by what someone said to remember. I was hoping something like that would happen as I blacked out.
I have irritated my children and several husbands by my bounce-out-of-bed, let’s-get-going very early morning awakenings. Not April 5th, 2009. I woke fogged over and nauseous. I knew I couldn’t drive. I was wondering why I had gotten a motel room, especially such a shabby one, and not just driven home. I kept falling in and out of sleep. Finally, I thought, “I don’t need to leave until checkout time. Relax.” So…I turned on the television and this is what was showing.
To say the least, I watched the entire movie, The Last Mimzy, and remembered everything. The Last Mimzy Project became a shared field with Dimensional Being operating on behalf of this planet and the human species in alliance with what is trying to be avoided so that the human species and other planetary forms can flourish here instead of becoming aberrated or extinct.
That there is more information than I can understand is no longer true now. Since April 4th, an amazing synergy between others and myself have begun to occur. I have become deeply acquainted with the Realms of the Beloveds and a dimensional location with sarcophaguses used for DNA repair that interact with me in the comic hub of Shasta with its unbelievable number of cosmic highways. Now those Beings that span the vast universe are converging again April 3rd through April 6th, 2020.
Now in the latter part of 2019
Now 10 years later, what seemed inconceivable is alive and viable for those who took this journey with me in 2010. Now more have answered the call of what it is we are that exists in unity with All Life. The Beings, now known to me as The Realms of the Beloveds, asked during the last year we were there in 2012, that another group come over the same weekend of April 2020. Thirteen is the ‘set the field’ number. This is confusing because it is vibrational integrity so for all we know, their 13 could be our 45. I do not think so. I have been working with people to be equivalent to what is being asked for. This generative matrix is for the future.
During our time there, there will be messages to all and each participant that will be relayed. Dimensional conversations with occur in Q&A settings. This is personal to you. Who you are matters and is part of something essential that convened in 2010. We will make sure we are on the mountain as much as possible or almost on top of it in our course room if it is snowing because to open you up into your cosmic planetary geopathic capacity is a key part of the covenant between them and us.
I did not know anything about matrixes that extended between the cosmos and the planetary geography when I first went with people to the mountain. That is not quite true. I had heard about such things, but it was not my interest. Now, the geopathic consciousness of shared realities between the cosmos, human beings, and this planet is awake and establishing linkages that cannot be ignored. 2020 starts a shared mission between you and them and in that your awareness of your individual mission as you go forward.
The participants in the first Mimzy weekend found out that they were part of a schematic of cosmic proportion. I am still in the gratitude and amazement that this has become true beyond anything I could have imagined. Even though some of us went our own ways, I can still find each participant and see their glow on the cosmological mapping of their place in the galaxy.
It will be interesting who will be called to this completion of the Mimzy Project with Beings who come from who knows where. The first group of participants were each contacted in very individual ways and had their own direct link with one of more Beings. What will happen now?