Song

Because of this body and the soul that inhabits its chambers, because sound is slowed light, humans have a unique gift to give the universe in this particular frequency, that of the song of our souls. The song we make is the envisioning of our divine connection and as it goes out it ripples through space time cleansing, healing, envisioning, loving, longing, endlessly, caressing all that it moves through.

Our creation of sound is the art of our souls, the molding of light, the free giving of the teaching of ourselves. Sound is light, light is sound and therefore can and does profoundly change us, open us, reaching the next vibratory level of our expression.

Sound opens the third eye, the pineal, for which of us doesn’t immediately see inner landscape with the songs we listen to? Sound will be/is that doorway that we will step through when we open to the next reality, when we travel through our soul to other places, other realms.

Sound / color / form. Sound is the dance of light, the dancing of emotion – energy in motion through creation. Sound is the intelligence being playful, begging to be joined, to be danced with. Lifted, transported like a stream of spinning light floating up and down the mountains and valleys of energy in the cosmos on an endless journey through this time and space. In our other parts, we are this dance, this endless journey through the cosmos, cruising on endless rivers of creation and discovery. Sometimes stopping for a sojourn on a planet momentarily for a thousand lifetimes only to once again journey on.

All is music. This planet sings with all its heart and all upon her sing too, our trees and plants, our whales and dolphins, our elephants, our wolves, our human hearts. It is how we see into each other. It is how we share beyond words. Our music is special for that reason. It is the sum total of our souls. Its beauty echoes beyond our planet. It is the root note of love that is the signature of this place.

It is our hope.

It is ours because we are it.

 

https://youtu.be/e6hEvSvpx7M

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nonlocal

Consciousness, all of it, is non local. Memory, cognition, learning, imagination, and emotion. What we have in a body is a finely tuned instrument through which to perceive a specific frequency range in minute detail. Talk about tools…

This interview of Dr Monica Gagliano by Gordon White is a fine example of this.

This week we welcome to the show Dr Monica Gagliano. Dr Gagliano is an evolutionary ecologist and the author of the fantastic book, Thus Spoke The Plant. We chat about her experiences running experiments on plant communication and cognition, as well as her experiences learning from and with both indigenous plant teachers and plant spirits themselves around the world. Very much my jam.

***Show Notes*** Thus Spoke The Plant. https://www.amazon.com/Thus-Spoke-Pla…

Monica’s Website. https://www.monicagagliano.com/

Monica on Twitter. https://twitter.com/Monica_Gagliano

Monica giving the keynote at Bioneers 2018. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=90BUQ…

From <https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QFecYbdpXT4


I don’t care that science thinks the current quantum consciousness theory a bit out there, or completely bogus. It is people like Dr. Monica that are asking the real questions and are unafraid to shout it to the skies that count. Listen and listen carefully to the above interview. She has proven plants learn, therefor they have memory.

My trees are beings. You who read me know about that. Just like the singing plants of Damanhur (which some people have had fits over bc it doesn’t in any way fit their world picture) are, when given a voice constantly communicating beings.

Just because the tool you are currently using is incapable of noticing this phenomena in 3D doesn’t mean it isn’t happening either. Really.

The real stuff happens nonlocally, whether you like that fact or not.

Period.

https://www.huffingtonpost.com/aimee-heckel/plants-dont-have-mouths-but-they-can-sing_b_6771526.html

https://youtu.be/dVlzlPBueSs

https://youtu.be/pUTjCPiCTw0?t=477

https://youtu.be/4ZX5B_p79V4

…and in my heart, it is Christmas morning.

I know this whole opening into a better world belongs to our children and the future.

Last Night’s Jimmy Church Radio Show for Disclosure Fest simply warmed the totality of my heart!

Disclosure and all, and I mean all, that it is about has finally reached a ground swell, has finally gotten enough momentum to continue. There are finally enough of us out there who know the truth –  that even if ‘the-they’ tried to confuse the issue one more time as Grant Cameron has pointed out that they have about every 20 years in his book ‘Managing Magic’ the-they would be entirely unsuccessful.

This feels like Christmas morning as a kid before you open the presents to me. I have, since I was very little, known I wanted this to happen with all my heart. Being little I had no idea how it would happen, but I had a fierce longing in my heart for it, even before ‘it’ became a fully formed idea in my mind. I was born in 1953. I charged into all-about-UFO’s at a very, very young age. By the time I was 13, I had been chasing this idea of ET’s not even knowing I was doing it for 10 years and as I grew up so the idea got more sophisticated in my heart and soul. I seriously KNEW there was life out there and I wanted to meet them and know them. I thought Star Trek was the best thing ever to happen on TV, because it portrayed life out there in a balanced more sane way than ever before. I wanted to be Vulcan because when I figured out what telepathy was, I wanted it and at the time I didn’t realize it, but I had already had a first contact experience that was telepathic and continued to have them throughout my life. Might I say, the people who I knew then had the highest ethic of compassion and love, of contact only to the extent that the psyche of the person could tolerate reasonably and they NEVER went past my internal boundaries – not once – even when I didn’t know what a boundary was! I cut my eye teeth on Adamski and Menger. I ate up every publication I could find – even science fiction, information was always serendipitously appearing for me to read, and I was a card carrying member of NICAP for a while.

I kept hoping through the years in my heart of hearts – all through grade school and high school and after, that we would wake up. It was all obvious to me and I wished everybody knew too. I got married at 18 had my first child 8 years later my second 2 years later and it wasn’t until the mid-80’s when I could finally get my head out of the sand and re-look at the UFO issue.

By that time, of course, people were laughing at the 50’s contactees and everybody was into ‘serious’ research on nuts and bolts. The movie “the Three Faces of Eve” had come out in 1957 and then was remade at for TV as a miniseries called ‘Sybil’ in 1976. Both of these movies, IMO were CIA propaganda the frighten the hell out of people who were beginning to have contact with ET’s telepathically so that no one would ever open their mouths. They painted a horrifying picture of brokenness, that, IMO, might even have been concocted from information gleaned from MKUltra experiments. So even if you were at that time receiving telepathic communications, or downloads – even if you masked it in spiritualism, you were looked upon as a truly sick and fractured person.

Meanwhile, I was into yoga, mysticism and was a card carrying member of the Theosophical Society in Wheaton IL at 18yrs old – still looking for a way to open my mind. Well, marriage, 2 kids, divorce and remarriage and launching of 20 somethings later, I finally, truly had the time to pursue this issue with the intensity I wanted to. When I retired in 2007 I had found Kerry Cassidy, then I found a dear soul, Kosta Makreas who literally set me on the course that has me writing these blogs, and not long after that Jimmy Church. I missed all the falderal from 1980 to 2007 and when I dipped my toes back into my passion, I was ‘given’ Kerry Cassidy to learn from, and the dominoes fell.

Today, the heart dreams I had as a very small child are coming to fruition, the ground swell is so great, we have people like David Wilcock, Corey Goode and Emery Smith presenting information that I know in my heart of hearts is VERY real (did they read my mind?) and “The Truth is Out There” quite literally, for all to see. Then we have the youngsters out there with huge talent Like Adrian Vallera, who has taken the true jist of the 60’s hippie movement sans the drugs and sex (because I see the manifesto of the Space Brothers as a direct transfer into the hippie movement of the 60’s) and is beginning to manifest it on a large, brilliant scale to reach as many souls as his team can.

I have watched for 63 years and I have kept my dreams of my heart to myself for 63 years, what I thought I would never see hit the light of day, is illuminated. We will make it, and it is the youngsters who will see to it we do.

 

…and in my heart, it is Christmas morning.

The Prayer

As I sit this morning in my kitchen looking out on a spring morning, the ground is drenched and happy from last night’s rain, the birds are singing joyous hellos, and the air is crisp and clean. My trees are happy, the yard has just exploded into its green summer finery and it’s time to plant the flowers. I feel the connections of my loved ones humming in my energy, the sun, the earth, and this web of life I live in vibrating through my body and soul.

I have often wondered what it would be like to be off this planet, either in space or on another planet and I have always come back to the realization that I am so intertwined with this place, the web of life here, that I don’t know if I could stand to leave, not even to go inside Gaia. I have no existence except that which entwines me here, in the old ways, deeply embedded with those energies of life. My people, my beloved animals, those that choose to live with and around me, those tiny flames of consciousness, are part of the web of energy that is my existence. They are part of the love that creates my heart.

I am no warrior, I am a mother. A mother seeks to support and sustain all that comes to her energy with love and learning. Once a part of her energy, always a part of her energy, her connection, her reality, making up who and what a mother is. She is intimately entwined with all that is in her awareness. A mother is not a title, or a thing. A mother is a state of being. Once a mother, you are a mother till your very last breath. Mothers Hold The Space.

Gaia is the same way. All the little lives that are supported, fed and unfolded in her being are parts of her soul. Just as any mother watches her loves grow up and leave to find their own way, Gaia has seen many children grow and leave. In the As Above, So Below analogy she has given birth to those warriors that would protect her much the same as an immune system in a body. They fight to save and heal her.

There are also the little-mothers who are the life matrix of this planet, entwined so deeply with the elements, the soil, the rocks the water, the wind, her fire, that to leave, even to help protect is inconceivable. They are entangled at such a deep level that leaving would mean the dissolution of their beingness. They have voices all over the world. They weave back together the holes that disease has rent in her matrix. They walk the deep silence of the forests, the high majesty of the mountains, the moistness of the sacred waters and the dry electric currents of the deserts repairing the her energies, balancing her body where she needs it.

I cannot leave this beauty topside within this matrix of living breathing lovely life. Nor can I leave this planet – even if it means I will perish. I cannot leave my loves, my family, my children, my trees, my sacred ground, to do so would mean my dissolution. If this place ends, then my soul will become part of the new ground matrix – the mother-web-of-energy from which life will re-emerge. May I  become one tiny bit of her original spark of awareness that dreams life into existence on this place, part of the energetic web of life, Holding the Space for all to enfold once again.

This prayer, The Great Bell Chant, is what I hold in my heart, my wish for this earth. If the end comes tomorrow, I will stand with all those that are my heart and soul, within the life web of Gaia’s heart, unto ashes, till the last molecule is consumed back to its origin, once again to re-reborn anew.

Listen carefully. Listen with an open heart. Listen

 

Just Ask

 

It’s time, I think to say this. Be warned, this is a completely subjective account with no proof, and it’s probably going to mar my credibility factor, (can you tell I was born in the 50’s?) but what the hell, its time.

At around four years old there is something about the consciousness that changes when you reach a certain growth stage… it’s like at four you finally fit in the body you’ve been growing into, and have a sense of self, or that the information in your brain has reached a tipping point for you to realize that you are you.

 

That is the age that the night terrors began – well, that I can remember, that is. I was terrified of my dark room at night. I didn’t like my closet, and even though my mom would open the door for me, and show me that nothing was there I knew she was wrong, because I could feel it. Years later I would call it the ‘presence’. It was kind of like that feeling you get when someone is behind you. It would make my skin crawl. I was so scared of this that I wet my bed, rather than get up, because if I made a cocoon of my covers, hid in that cocoon, I was safe. My poor mother. Well, I got over the bed wetting rather quickly. I also was still terrified.

 

There were multiple trips out to the living room every night for drinks of water, a snack, any excuse I could think of; questions about life, why the sky was blue, what would we do tomorrow – kids can be very inventive. When none of that worked, it degraded into threats and spankings. Light seemed to help me, so when they would close the door, I would go turn on the lights, they assumed I was playing, and I would, of course, get yelled at. I also hated having the door closed – that meant help was too far away. Which, of course, meant that eventually the door lock was reversed so they could lock me in and the ceiling light bulb was taken out. I learned how to breathe under the covers and they eventually quit locking me in so I could use the bathroom. To this day, I prefer the doors all open, and I hate absolute dark.

 

On one of those nights, after repeatedly getting yelled at and threatened, I was so depressed and sorry for being ‘bad’, and feeling so helpless because nobody believed me, lying in bed trying not to cry, trying to figure out what to do. I asked the question to the air around me, “Is everybody, everywhere, this mean and angry?” like, is this all there is and will this be the only way it is? (My sister was about 2 years old, making me about 6 years old, I was in the top bunk – so she had to be old enough to be in a bed, not a crib.) I was on the verge of finally falling asleep when I asked this question, and I will never forget what happened next.

 

I was somehow with a group of people, they were adults. I could not so much see them as feel them, and there was in my mind, a dusky image of shadowed beings in a circle or bunch. One person was speaking to me, but I could feel all the others. There was so much love. The person speaking was a she – she felt like a she – I couldn’t see her. What I was given to understand was that, ‘No, not everybody, everywhere was mean – could I feel all the love surrounding me?’ My tired little body and heart fell asleep to that, cocooned in that feeling of love. I remember thinking that this was the way it was supposed to be. I did not fall asleep afraid. (The tears still come to my eyes writing this)

 

This began an odd sort of relationship. I could ask questions, and get answers. The answers would be in my head as little globs of information that had feelings, and information and fully formed concepts. Sometimes at night, if I didn’t have questions, ideas would pop into my head for me to think about. For instance, I ‘knew’ whoever it was who loved me didn’t live on this planet. I really wanted to be with them, but knew I couldn’t. I knew they would help me if I needed, and if I asked questions, I would always get an answer. One night it occurred to me to ask why my dad was so mean. The answer to that came to me was so simple, so complete…easy. There was something that had happened to him, there was a sore spot somewhere deep in him, that hurt. He was hurting, just like me. I surmised if I could get in there to that sore spot it would get better – just like the people who loved me, helped me. There was a word for it, and that word was telepathy. I wanted to do that for him. After all I was only six or seven at the time, and I had felt that love and I wanted to love him the same way, because he was my daddy. My dad and I did make our peace, years later, but that is a whole other story.

 

My next question, right on the heels of that was How could I do that that (?), I knew I just had to learn how. There, right there, at around the age I started school, I decided my life’s path. The places looking for this skill, this answer has led me are the story of my life.

 

This epiphany made many things in my head click. By the time I was a bit older, I had put together the idea, that these people who loved me didn’t live on this planet. I didn’t call them ‘aliens’ because I didn’t know anything about ‘aliens’ – it was 1959 for heaven’s sake and I was only 6. I just saw them as people. Really nice heart strong people. People I wanted to be like.

 

They were not the only people I had contact with either. One time when I was in 5th grade, I was sitting outside in the evening just before sun down, I got a wild idea to just see who was there. So I mustered up a great big ‘HELLO!!!” in my mind and sent it flying up as high into the sky as I could. I made it echo, it was so loud. This presence I had never felt before – sort of like a stern professor-ish male, almost military being that I must have caught off guard turned around and looked right at me with this surprised awareness, like ‘who the hell are you, and what do you want!?’ sort of thought. It was so powerful I knew right away I had made a big, BIG mistake. Yikes! I ran inside and hid – like that was going to help…

 

I learned to read early. I loved reading. In about 4th or 5th grade I found the magazine “Amazing Stories”, and others that had flying saucers in them or on the cover and begged my mom till she relented and bought them for me. I found Adamski, Menger, Van Tassel, Frank Edwards, Grey Barker, John Fuller (The Interrupted Journey) Lobsang Rampa. Rampa led me to Tibetan mysticism, and that led me to a theory of the world, and brotherly love that had bloomed in my heart so young and lo and behold (!) I found it in print. The entire world had opened up for me. (Another long story…)

 

To come full circle, we as a UFO culture are now realizing that becoming conscious, expanding ourselves and growing our souls IS the point of it – that contact is always in the ‘phenomena frequency’, and contact can be achieved with everything not just interdimensionals or off worlders.

Consciousness IS the Unified Field!

Because consciousness is the Third Physics and nothing exists really, without the noticer. There is a whole wonderful world just chock full of beingnesses that are pining for contact, in every kingdom – plant, mineral animal, energetic… We have a huge classroom right here to begin to learn with. Well, how do we begin?

 

How about, Just Ask, like I did.

*ok, one last. Not everybody or everything you contact is good or cares, just like in real life. Discern everything and every contact. When I was really young I always knew when adults were lying to me, or messing with me, and I could not help but tell them so – another thing that used to get me a whooping. It took a lot of learning to keep it to myself, but it made me an independent thinker. Anything you are taught or told, research and see how it fits in your life and your reality, realize that the connection points might take absolute years to make sense – especially if you are dense or fearful like me. A truly loving being will not scare you.  So even if you think you might want contact, you’ll not get it till your heart of hearts is ready. And then only in a form that you can handle. All the other stuff is bogus and you can tell it Eff-off and it will have to.  It took me a while to discover but, There Are Rules.

 

Trees have a heart beat…and mine like me.

Its pretty sad when us old tree huggers can finally use science to prove what we’ve been saying for the last 40 years. But here it is. Trees are sentient, alive and aware. Trees have a heartbeat, they move in response to and in awareness of their environment, and move as a result of an internal process – a heartbeat about once every 2 hours.

They have a communication network between themselves using fungi in the ground through their roots and, if you use translation technology they sing. The two articles and video below illustrate these points.

Now, of course, my own two cents. My trees are very alive. I’m not sure if it is because I spend a great deal of time outside in the summer with them, thereby loving them and they know it, or whether all trees are this awake, I just know mine are and they know me and I know them. Point in case really illustrated this to me about two years ago.

It was in the middle of the summer after one of those rather violent Midwestern storms when I noticed a brown something out beyond my fence. Thinking it might have been an animal in trouble I went out to check. It was a brown paper grocery bag that got loose from someone’s trash, so with a sigh of relief I turned around to go back inside and promptly tripped. In the recently mowed short grass. Over nothing.

I went to take another step after congratulating myself on such grace in movement, and felt like I was being tugged back. It was like trying to move through something thicker than the air – like jello. I was right next to my forty foot corkscrew willow tree – which I think is beautiful and realized the tug came from the tree because it was easier to move back to the tree than away from it.. It was one of the strangest feelings, I couldn’t decode what the tree wanted, but I definitely ‘knew’ it was coming from the tree. So I stood there for a minute sending feelings of appreciation to it. It was like it just wanted me to know it was awake… or something. I do love that tree.

Not that any of the articles below ‘prove’ that level of functioning in a tree….but maybe someday we will all know.

Return to now

Until now, scientists thought water moved through trees by osmosis, in a somewhat continuous manner.

Now they’ve discovered the trunks and branches of trees are actually contracting and expanding to “pump” water up from the roots to the leaves, similar to the way our heart pumps blood through our bodies.

The only difference between our pulse and a tree’s is a tree’s is much slower, “beating” once every two hours or so, and instead of regulating blood pressure, the heartbeat of a tree, regulates water pressure.

“We’ve discovered that most trees have regular periodic changes in shape, synchronized across the whole plant … which imply periodic changes in water pressure,” András Zlinszky of Aarhus University in the Netherlands told New Scientist.

In his 2017 study, Zlinszky and his colleague Anders Barfod used terrestrial laser scanning to monitor 22 tree species to see how the shape of their canopies changed.

The measurements were taken in greenhouses at night to rule out sun and wind as factors in the trees’ movements.

In several of the trees, branches moved up and down by about a centimeter or so every couple of hours.

Here’s the change of movement charted in a magnolia tree. (Photo: András Zlinszky/Twitter)

After studying the nocturnal tree activity, the researchers came up with a theory about what the movement means. They believe the motion is an indication that trees are pumping water up from their roots. It is, in essence, a type of “heartbeat.”

Zlinszky and Barfod explain their theory in their newest study in the journal Plant Signaling and Behavior.

“In classical plant physiology, most transport processes are explained as constant flows with negligible fluctuation in time,” Zlinszky told New Scientist. “No fluctuations with periods shorter than 24 hours are assumed or explained by current models.”

But the researchers still don’t fully understand how the “pumping” motion works. They suggest maybe the trunk gently squeezes the water, pushing it upwards through the xylem, a system of tissue in the trunk whose main job is to transport water and nutrients from roots to shoots and leaves.

In 2016, Zlinszky and his team released another study demonstrating that birch trees “go to sleep” at night.

The researchers believe the dropping of birch branches before dawn is caused by a decrease in the tree’s internal water pressure. With no photosynthesis at night to drive the conversion of sunlight into simple sugars, trees likely conserve energy by relaxing branches that would otherwise be angled towards the sun.

These birch movements are circadian, following the day-night cycle.

Their new discovery is something entirely different, they say, because the movements happen at much shorter intervals. From <https://returntonow.net/2018/04/29/trees-have-a-heartbeat-scientists-discover/>

They also talk to each other through a fungi network as discovered by Suzanne Simard from the University of British Columbia

Two decades ago, while researching her doctoral thesis, ecologist Suzanne Simard discovered that trees communicate their needs and send each other nutrients via a network of latticed fungi buried in the soil — in other words, she found, they “talk” to each other. Since then, Simard, now at the University of British Columbia, has pioneered further research into how trees converse, including how these fungal filigrees help trees send warning signals about environmental change, search for kin, and transfer their nutrients to neighboring plants before they die. From <https://e360.yale.edu/features/exploring_how_and_why_trees_talk_to_each_other>

Did you know that they can Sing?

This vid is about the plants – but the trees do it too. The tech is amazing!

Trees have a heart beat…and mine like me.

http://www.iflscience.com/plants-and-animals/it-turns-out-that-trees-have-a-heartbeat-too/

https://returntonow.net/2018/04/29/trees-have-a-heartbeat-scientists-discover/

https://e360.yale.edu/features/exploring_how_and_why_trees_talk_to_each_other

http://www.finerminds.com/consciousness-awareness/the-singing-trees-of-damanhur/

The Great Expectancy

What does a frequency create? A disruption or a change in the physical medium – or our 3D space. A frequency has a rhythm, but no vector. That is, it is a potential area of stress or tension in the physical medium, until it is acted upon.

Stress and tension. Anticipation. A waiting. A holding potential – until it is nudged in a certain direction. Then depending on all sorts of factors all of which are directional, when combined with the area of potential you have movement and actual 3D effects.

This is much like the mechanical device discussed last night on the Jimmy Church Radio show with Mark McCandlish and Shane Seymore. The device creates an area of potential, but until you point it, the great energy stored within it is simply a potential waiting to be used.

Our DNA is a potential – it holds a frequency. A bell holds a frequency, a tone, that is not heard until you actuate it (strike it) – then you hear the sound created because a potential was converted to a wave, a wave created from the action of striking it which travels through the physical medium (in this case air) to our ears – in other words it takes a scalar and changes it to a longitudinal wave that has a vector . Our thoughts and feelings are potentials UNTIL we actuate them, or act upon them, then we create change in our environment. Which by this line of reasoning means the thoughts we think and the feelings we have are scalars – potentials. UNTIL we actuate them.

Our thoughts and the feelings we have about them have a resonance – a vibration. This vibration can have a common frequency or a harmonic (values of frequency that resonate with each other) that can make a guitar string sing without touching it by plucking the same string on another guitar right beside it through nothing more than the transmission of the sound through the air (like the sound of the bell on your ears)

It’s the frequency of the thought – and the feeling that it produces – a potential in us – an anticipation or expectancy that I am concerned with here. There are many ways this can be done, through a general broadcast over populated areas using cell towers, microwave frequencies (the list is vast), through social engineering (mass media of all types and false flags, manmade storms disasters etc.)

We are currently being driven by an EXPECTANCY regardless of what ever format we decide it will play out in (war, ET intervention, apocalypse, disaster) that is building a HUGE potential in the minds of the people of the earth (so much so that people who are indigenous – not connected to all the media and garbage we are, are picking up the expectancy) like a mind virus that is travelling through the physical medium, the connected minds of all the people on the earth by virtue of a frequency wave so strong/massive that is infecting us all.

WE ARE ALL HOLDING THIS POTENTIAL at this point.

The entire population of the earth is resonating to this.

We all know it.

We all feel it.

We all wait.

WE ARE ONE GIANT SCALAR POTENTIAL AWAITING AN ACTUATING ENERGY.

This great potential;

What shall we do with it?

What do we want and what will we decide? It is up to us to put this energy to its best use. Not someone else. We need to decide how it will be actualized, used. Not someone else.

WE, the body of this energy, can decide when where and how.

Think about it.

To what direction are we going to point it?

Our Fearless Children

 

If you are 40, or younger – you are part of a wave of intelligences born on this planet with enough genetic light codes open to be able to see and effect this planet differently. Not only that, you are part of the actual action taking place on this planet right now that is changing the entire paradigm. We need you. The planet needs you. You were born thinking out of the box and pretty much immune to the mind programming on the planet. You were born with everything active. You were born with all your light turned on.

As this planet is used for radical spiritual growth, if you are born here, you have lived through adequate catalyst to ensure that growth. Kinda like gorilla spiritual advancement turned on full tilt boogey. Active light, like fire, requires ignition to manifest. Catalyst is ignition. At ignition there is a choice. Ignition is like the moment just before movement or action. You can go forward in the direction of the momentum, or at that moment of pause, change the forward direction, or totally stop the forward momentum, stumble and fall. The bravest of you have gone forward like a rocket blasting into your highest path, lighting up the planet.

Not all of you have been in the limelight, a great proportion of you have instead shown your light into your inner lives, your daily lives, changing all whom you’ve met in one way or another. You have taught your children well, and made a place for them to safely be filled with even more light. Your inner integrity sometimes making you frustrated in a world of older people who are almost alien in the depths of their programming. Just know, that there are a few of us older adults out there that were born like you and we do understand. You are changing the world one person at a time, and most of you will never know the effect you have had on all of the lives you have touched. (grin, so I’m telling you)

Therefore, as you have your families and begin taking the place of the older adults, you are changing the paradigm to a greater light filled world. Your children will even maker it brighter, and so on. So even if there is no great Kabooom! from our perspective, even if the planet isn’t scooted forward in ascension in the blink of an eye, it is STILL happening. Further, in somebody’s time structure it is happening in the blink of an eye.

I am very happy and proud of all of you. I am satisfied that the wave of loving intelligence is alive and well on this planet and she is already saved – in the future – and that when I leave this gem hanging in this sector of space, all will be well. It will be as foretold to me – a heartbeat of loving energy reaching out to all that need it in our galaxy.

I am well pleased.

When we all wake up

IMO.

When we all wake up we will realize, all of us, that we are all the ‘aliens’ (that term is almost funny now) we have been waiting for, not just some of us, but the entire population of this planet both inside and out.

Every. Single. Last. One. Of. Us.

We HAVE passed the tipping point and we are beginning that roll down the other side with continuously increasing speed. One day, we will all just know. It will not be a OMG moment, or a ‘holy shit!’ moment… It will not be hidden, it will not get you in trouble or abducted or even laughed at. It will finally be normal.

One day we will know the real history of this planet and the events that took place, and not just from the victor’s point of view. We will have the basis for a deep understanding of why we are and how we are, what we are. We will all realize that we are multidimensional beings with all the organic equipment in place to do whatever we wish to do, in whatever realm we wish to do it.

We have awakened from this trance many times and many times have fallen back to sleep. Some of us, even yet will decide to still sleep this time, for it is all free will. Most of us, though, all spurred on by the great dissent we feel, will choose to stay awake and go on.

For those that decide to sleep, their multidimensional beingness will slumber on – but still be there for we are all whole beings whether we choose to know it or not.

In this last awakening there are those who came so early that their only job was to be alive and resonate, helping Gaia and the planetary vibe. To these people, who had to hide, who had to say nothing, who knew that they were in danger if they did, to those who spent their entire lives battling with what they knew to be true and what society instead demanded they be, it is to you I send heartfelt sympathy. You couldn’t have known what to do with yourselves. Every situation you got yourself into, relationships, careers, spiritual traditions and churches never fit. You had nowhere that felt like home, and no one that could really understand you. Even so, you pushed on. Sometimes in a world of hurt, sometimes numb from the pain. But you kept on. It is because of you that the world can now begin to heal, that the conspiracies to fool us all are becoming known and that people are beginning to awaken to the beauty of who they really are. It was you who held on through all the confusion and darkness that has made this shift possible.

A great influx of advanced souls were being born on this planet back in the 1800’s in preparation for today. I come from a long linage of them. It has not been an easy journey for these forerunners, especially those who were born after WWI when the extreme prejudice and crackdown on anything that even looked like it could help the planet began. What happened after that into modern day looked like the witch hunts of the 1600’s. The fact that these early fore runners of consciousness to whatever degree they were awake, managed to stay sane, were able to survive in a profoundly sick society, is an utterly amazing and a herculean task. I have seen it go both ways. I have seen incredibly beautiful souls get utterly crushed and I have seen others endure when over and over life has shown them nothing but pain. Soon this will be different. Those who were born in the fifties and before have had an entirely different journey than those born after. In today’s world we have children who are readily accepted and supported for they gifts they bring.

To some extent, we are all slightly mad – like the mad hatter. We have all been poisoned, indoctrinated and thoroughly chastised for being ourselves in myriads of ways. That we survived all of that only slightly deranged is the miracle of the century. That we are recovering, getting stronger, deciding to be better people is an ever greater miracle. We have passed the tipping point – that place at the top of the roller coaster where you can either fall back or speed on down the hill, and we have gone down the other side. We made it. That feeling we all feel of expectancy is free fall. And we can partially thank all those souls who came and just resonated love and gratitude on the planet in the middle of the darkness and mess to make it possible for the rest of us to awaken from the trance.

Blessed be every last one of you.

So rejoice, because very soon, this earth will finally be a place where you too can take a deep breath and relax.

Becoming

Have you noticed lately that we are all becoming? Becoming new, different and shedding much from our systems that we don’t want? People we know are finding the courage to become new lovers, new husbands and wives, new healers, new writers and podcasters, new artists and truth tellers? This theme of new is emerging in the subconscious consensus much the same way the new green shoots of grass and the budding of the leaves on the trees in spring happens.

Underneath all the world’s current supposed ugliness, new growth is happening and coming out all over the place like spring flowers in a forest poking through last year’s decayed leaves. There seems to be a loosening of the old constraints around our creative souls, around the expression of our true selves. I’m seeing it everywhere I look, and not because I was looking for it beforehand. It’s because it’s in my face. (now if we could just do something about my face…lmao)

There is an undercurrent of joy emerging in the face (there is that word again) of the starkest conditions outside of WWII I have ever witnessed. And it’s NOT a movement – an exterior idea that everybody is getting on the bandwagon with – no – it’s a true emergence from inside the genuine spirit of humanity.

It’s a new vibe, a new inner loosening of ages of sadness, a wonder to behold. I am thankful beyond belief. It’s contagious too. Just seeing it lightens my heart and asks me to widen the crack in my old heart that the joy and light might get in a bit more. To me it heralds the upliftment of Gaia from the very vibe of the universe and we are the expression of that. It’s happening – it’s finally beginning. The best thing is, the more it spreads, through the undercurrent of the consensus mind of the world, the more people will begin to be touched by it. It’s algorithmic. Spreading like an avalanche.

All I can say from what I have seen is that this under current of growth, opening and joy is what I have been waiting for all my life. It gives me hope for this planet and its peoples and our role in the future.

Carry on…