Two roads diverged in a yellow wood…

I am not sure what to say – how to describe this. If you aren’t sensitive to ‘vibes’ then I don’t have the words, but I want to try anyway. I have recently lost both my parents within 4 months of each other. I was present with both of them at the time. The two experiences could not have been more different.

One because I was all alone with my mom and with my dad I was surrounded by people. I am a reluctant empath – a strong one, and I feel other’s feelings, I feel other’s thoughts, and I feel other’s physical bodies – if I’m around them long enough I actually take on their physical resonances, even if they are out of balance. Trust me, this is NOT a gift.

My mother was not ready to leave. She had emotional pain that was so unresolved. She fought very hard to stay here, even knowing she was dying. At the end her heart went into tachycardia and so did mine. At the time I didn’t know what was happening and I passed out in a chair (luckily) and I don’t know whether I was present with mom as she left her body in that other state because I can’t remember. When I came out of it I immediately realized something was wrong and went back to her bedroom to check on her and she had passed. It had been about 40 minutes that I was out. By that time her body was cold so her passing probably happened when I passed out. I found out later that the body gives one last effort at life at the moment of death with a tachycardial burst just before it stops.

My dad was different because there were two other people present, my step mom, the nurse, and me. We were standing around his bed and while I felt the tachycardia in my body, it wasn’t overwhelming because of the healthy people with me. His ending, his transition was peaceful. My step mom’s heart broke in that moment, mine too. When such a vibrant personality leaves there will always be that gap in your heart a space where they existed in linear 3D time, their energy vortex as part of your identity leaves a gap as it goes. But he was at peace. I felt it. It was, in a word, amazing. And his presence didn’t leave, I felt that too, he was hanging, just in case, watching over us.

I was able to see him in a hypnogogic state that night, he gave me that silly wide-eyed look he used to use when he knew he was pulling the wool over my eyes and getting away with it ( except for the look…that always gave the joke away – we never told him, it was our only defense….) That dang hypnogogic state in between sleep and waking, is a very fragile place – feeling strong emotion usually snaps you right out of it – and when I saw my dad the joy was shocking! He had just enough time to give me that funny look of his and bang! The energy of my joy shot me into wakefulness. However, I know he is just fine…somewhere. He’d make an awesome ghost – the pranks would be epic… But then again anything he did in life, and he did a lot, was all always epic. He was the poster boy for ‘if you are going to do it, do it big and do it with all your heart, and do it well.’

With my mother it was vastly different. It was like the darkness took her when she passed. The only message I got immediately after her passing was to call her brother. Which I did – I couldn’t not, and I couldn’t put it off, the message was so strong. In the succeeding days it was very hard to walk back into her house, and it wasn’t until about a week ago, that I finally saw her in the hypnogogic state, finally able to sit in her chair in her favorite brilliant blue shirt and paint. When it happened I was mildly surprised and called out “Mom?”, and broke the state of mind and she vanished. But I was very glad to know she was healing and finding a better, higher, much lighter vibe, that her being was coming out of the dark swirling that took her when she died. It is easier now to go into her house, and the packing of her belongings is finally happening.

What I learned from this is that where you are in your own heart, how at peace you are with your life and all its aspects has a great bearing on how you pass through the veil. I was there with both of them and I felt every last little thing. It’s not whether you have cleaned your light aura out or whether you are advanced in your spiritual practice or any such bull shit – it is totally about your heart and how you feel about yourself and your life. I saw both ends of the spectrum, because both of my parents were beautiful people, good people but in the end, it was who they thought they were and how they felt about it, that was the game changer.

So what I am going to do with even more fervor than before, is work on finding that peace, compassion and love in my heart for me and the others in my life and creating that balance and harmony and most especially love and compassion in my heart. I want absolute tons of it in my heart, I want so much that it radiates out of me and is given to all that it can reach.

I’m also going to remember my dad’s sense of humor, unfailing to the last and his sense of ornery, the laughing imp that was always a great part of him and see if I can’t awaken one in me too.

 

One last, I am not overwhelmingly sad. I look at the last 4 months in this light; Who do you know who gets to keep both parents so long that you have to go on Medicare before they pass? I am beyond grateful for this gift of years of love and the companionship that happens after many years.

I am blessed.

 

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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

 

The Last Heroic Act.

My dearest friend in the world is walking down the path to death, release and a new reality, with great strength and forbearing. She is not ready to give up yet and she is fighting. The medical people have all but given up on her and offer palliative care – she is having none of the damned chemical invasion, intervention. She is going the natural route. For now she is holding her own. I am walking this road with her, however she chooses to walk it and I cannot fathom how she must feel and I am dreading the day that my footsteps echo alone. This soul has always in my lifetime meant home, and all I had to do to find my way back was listen for her soft voice whispering in the wind.

-Excerpt Dec 16 2017

 

A beautiful soul passed from this earth. I spent four weeks of hospice with her. She died in her house, where she wanted to be. This is what the passing of a warrior soul looks like. She was diagnosed with stage 4 small cell carcinoma in May of 2017, a very aggressive, fast growing type of cancer. By new year’s she gave up the radiation treatments that would stop the cancer as it encroached on different areas of her body out of sheer exhaustion and weakness. She had apology in her eyes when she told me she was done irradiating her body and I reminded her that I promised to walk beside her what ever the out come, what ever she decided. I knew this day would come, after all the things we were doing didn’t work any more and after all her determination to live waned from the massive pain her body was in. The cancer caused a wasting syndrome and she could not eat enough to keep any fat on her lovely bones. They gave her 6-8 months – she beat that by 2 more, and the last one was the greatest battle I’ve ever seen. These are my random thoughts, observations. It is hard to help, to witness a beloved die.

 

Sunday, January 7th 2018

She fell twice that night, not with standing the walker, which after the fall she decided she should maybe use. That was the night I moved in with her. Very shortly after that hospice supplied a hospital bed and a wheel chair. Once the bed came, she rarely got out of it. (till the day she didn’t at all.) We started low dose morphine that day.

 

Thursday January 11th, 2018

I keep going in to her room to make sure she is breathing. Her BP is very low, and her hands are like ice. She listened to part of a pod cast about crystal cities and flying. She told me a long time ago about this. It was healing for her to know she is not the only one who remembers. It takes it out of the realm of fantasy and into reality. And always her dogs are there with her. The ones she has loved and lost. She knows that when she passes they will all be there to greet her – they are the love that is calling her from this place that has done nothing but hurt her. This other place that is home, has beautiful skies and green life and trees and grass and meadows and crystal cities and pink clouds that she and her beloved dogs all fly on together. Where they are all happy and there is no hurt and no stupidity. She has told me countless times. Where people are kind and loving and there is no hurt and no torture and no nastiness. Where people actually care and love one another and life is beautiful. She knows this place from her memory from a place deep and hidden that has revealed its self to her as she has begun disengaging with her 3d identity. This is home and there she will go when she can no longer sustain a broken and old body. She has in some ways always known about this place because her heart, her true heart, has always held a soft spot for the magical and the wondrous. This, she taught me. And I have throughout my life at times touched upon it. I have felt the call of my home. A place no less magical but a bit different. Sometimes it is like we were cracked from the same mold. We both know that this is not our home, and that many things here on this world that are considered fantasy are actually possible and real, where we come from, and it is has been a long, long sojourn here that we are both deeply tired of. She remembers Egypt and the Aztecs. I remember Atlantis and the deluge. I remember being an energy being. She remembers love.

She keeps going through times of wanting to be alive, and not. She will eat and come back to life for an evening and then sink back into the dying. She waits. The body is holding her. When she has eaten food, her clarity comes back for a moment and she shines through her eyes. Other times, it is just a remnant of her more like all that is behind those eyes is the personality of the body, like her soul is trying to be there but it can’t get through the pain and sickness. It is a haunted, childlike part of her. The body tricks her into eating, and the energy that food brings allows her come through and for moments she is herself, then it’s almost like she realizes what she has done and she must sleep. She is trying to leave and that part of her personality that is of the body is not sure it wants to go yet. The fight is epic. All because we are not sure that the afterlife is real.

The life after life – that we continue is a great mystery to us. Of all of the indignities, pain and things we must live through in this life, this is the greatest. Supposedly, we should know. But we don’t. Whether it is from programming and being taught or because we really don’t have the skills, I am not sure. We are supposed to take on faith that there is an afterlife. But none of us know like we know that water is wet and the sun is hot. So she has been floating somewhere in the middle dreaming land – she asked me about purgatory – she couldn’t remember the name… maybe that is where she is sitting trying to figure it out as she decides.???

 

Saturday, January 13th 2018

You never really ‘own’ anything. Nothing in life is ever for sure, or solid. Not in this place, on this earth. You simply have to hold on for dear life. Life is strange. As solid as we think this 3d place is, it is not. As unchanging as we think this place is, it is not. The winds blow, the trees sing and the weather changes all on a pin head. People come and people go and even while they have a body, they are always changing and moving and blown by the wind. We think this place is so solid and unchanging, but it is not. I am watching a tired soul simply abstracting herself from her body, quiet inch by quiet inch because of loneliness. Because of her decisions to be lonely. Because that is what life has taught her.

We choose by what we learn, and sometimes what we choose gives us pain that could be avoided or that is not necessary, but in order to avoid a different pain, we choose a pain we know we can handle, never knowing that there could have been a no pain option because that is all life has taught us – pain. Sometimes I think that is because we want to hold onto what is, instead of letting go and letting be. We mistakenly think or want that life to hold still. But nothing from moment to moment is ever still, ever the same. Nothing is what it seems.

There are angels all over her home – I never noticed because they are just part of Mom. They sit on shelves, the top of cabinets and hang in paintings, everywhere. The hospice nurse remarked on it, and I spent the day seeing them all in tiny corners everywhere.

 

January 31 3:48 am

I awoke to sounds of yelling, coughing and agony. The pain had broken through her morphine and she had turned herself 90 degrees in the bed trying to either get up or get off, maybe to run away.   It took a pill and two doses of morphine to calm her down. She has that death rattle where she can’t clear her throat. Even with no fat on her, the weight of her bones made it hard to get her repositioned turned and then, for the pain and breathing rolled to her side. She is now resting at least what seems peacefully, and a cup of coffee and two smokes later, I am wide awake in the deep of the night left wondering; what does it take for someone to die? She fights within herself, when I asked her where she was trying to go, she said ‘train’. And while the medicine was taking effect, she kept holding her head, like it hurt and murmuring ‘Home’. Her soul seems reluctant to leave a severely dysfunctional body, and she – maybe because of the morphine – is trapped inside a physical prison that is giving over by miniscule increments. What does it take to die? It looks like quite a heroic act to me.

The organized collection of cells we call the body has its own intelligence. It has a rudimentary awareness. It fights for life as hard as the soul that rides within it. Even after the soul has abstracted itself from that body. I have tried to call in her linage – all those through time who loved her and are in a place that they could help – I have felt them gathering, and yet she is not ready to give up or give in or slip quietly off to the next place she will go, maybe because she has no clear picture or knowing of where her real home is? Maybe her very strong body which will dissolve after this, is what is so very afraid of going? I do not know. Just that she lingers on, in a place neither here nor there.

 

February 1st.

Cancer must be the ultimate parasitical disease. In a strong body it feeds slowly and encroaches on nerves and tender organs not quite killing and never ever helping. It is almost like it has a personality of its own – a separate part of that body, an alien invasion creating a shell to feed on that becomes its ultimate demise. It will feed upon the host gaining control and strength from it, until it causes a fatal crash, thus killing itself. There is no greater mark of stupidity and psychopathology than ruining your home. It is an analogy that works for this planet at this time. There is a cancer here that is killing the place that it lives. And to think there are supposed technologies and science that could cure both the human body and mother earth’s body. There was a time when the people and the planet worked together. When the people asked for what they needed with respect and the mother earth gave it of herself, when we lived together. Now the people have turned into a rabid cancer, ravishing her body and destroying all in their path. And as these new technologies are supposedly able to kill cancer cells with frequency and vibration, so the mother earth is going through a treatment that will rid the earth of the cancer that grows upon and within her.

This night she tries to tell me something but she is unable. Her throat, tongue and mouth do not work anymore, she cannot swallow. I swab the inside of her mouth with a sponge on a stick and cool water. Tears gather in the corner of her eyes and I know she hurts. I daub them away and give her light kisses across her forehead and cheeks, the only place that does not hurt her when I touch it, and she slides back into a morphine dazed sleep. I quietly rail to the universe that enough is enough.

One part of me is enraged that we have the knowledge to cure those who suffer, and yet we let them suffer, die by inches. Enraged that I am watching a beloved suffer as deeply as she suffers and all I have to offer is palliative, a deeper sleep, I cannot understand that there exists a way to heal and it is not shared, nor given to stop the agony. Another part of me knows, that one day, the mother will just grow beyond the torture and shake humanity off like the infestation of fleas we have become. I want to rant about the systems on this earth that create that agony for people, and I find I don’t have the heart for it.

Her entire life was always a creation of beauty, in what she created around her and for those that saw her gift. She is an artist, and wherever she goes, she will remain an artist with a bigger wider canvas. She cannot help herself in creating beauty all around wherever she is. It is the resonance note of her being. She will float in a bubble of azure, her favorite color and become the ocean, the sky, that wonderful blue. Her earthly remains will stay here, become once again a true part of the earth she came from. Her unearthly self will fly free again, able to create the beauty she has always been from her heart.

I’ll love you forever Mom, and for always, wherever you are.

 

February 2, 2018 at 9;35 pm

My mother was finally loosed from the agony this life caused her. Fly high mom, I already miss you. As you have said to me many times, “We are Warriors…” We are. We persevere. We hold true in the face of all that comes at us.

Warrior on.

I’ll love you forever Mom, and for always, wherever you are.

The Fifth Form of Prayer

This fifth mode of prayer, the “lost mode,” is a prayer that’s based solely in feeling. … Without any words, without our hands held in a certain position or any outward physical expression, this mode of prayer simply invites us to feel a clear and powerful feeling as if our prayers have already been answered.    Secrets of the Lost Mode of Prayer – Kryon

This is our direct connection to the source. The zero point field is always responding to our every feeling. When we use words to pray, we enter onto a slippery slope, because most of those words are putting a time constraint on what we are asking for or what we want. If you pray ‘Please let there be peace’ you are saying in that prayer that peace doesn’t exist and that it will come in the future instead of right now. You have unknowingly put a little time glitch in your prayer.

The universe or the zero point field immediately responds to you and gives you what you asked for. It doesn’t second guess you, or decide upon the merit of the prayer – it simply creates what you had in your desire – your message to it. Bam! There it is.

The feeling prayer is how we speak to creation in every moment and how we bring into reality the world we are living in and our circumstances instantaneously. What most of us don’t realize is that the mere act of existing IS the prayer. This is why as we launch into the journey of self-actualization/realization we begin by noticing our thoughts and our feelings about those thoughts. This is why we learn to meditate. This is why, although right in some respects and not in others, the new age movement asks us to continuously try to stay in good thoughts. The little glitch there is that ignoring something doesn’t work, because it IS part of the thought process and what the universe does with that type of feeling is create a separation – because in essence, that is what you are asking for. The other ‘little’ glitch is what you are expecting and your intentions about it, will manifest before a created wish, as they are a direct product of an emotional chain of events.

Emotional maturity, the place where you have or are working through how you feel and why you do feel it and being aware of what you are feeling, has proven a great asset to those who are working in the quantum mind field. One of the first things scientists noticed who were working in the field of cold fission is that those who were skeptical had a negative effect on the success of the experiments, and that those who expected a positive result, got them, what it boiled down to was the ability to allow the universe to perform without the constraints of what the outcome should/would be by the experimenters involved with the experiment.

In quantum mechanics, the expectation value is the probabilistic expected value of the result (measurement) of an experiment. It is not the most probable value of a measurement; indeed the expectation value may have zero probability of occurring. It is a fundamental concept in all areas of quantum physics. From <https://www.google.com/search?q=expectation+value+quantum+mechanics&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjRifzj47jVAhUJ0YMKHebsCswQ1QIIWigA&biw=1600&bih=754>

 

Where this leads to is that should we FEEL with our hearts as if a thing is current – already happened, then the quantum field makes it so – the universe gets a clear command from you and makes it so. I have done this on accident several times in my life, and I also found that according to my belief system, in this case something can’t come from nothing when I wished for a thing and also the time out there was unspecified, but not now:

  1. I had put the constraint on time unknowing about when out into the future
  2. I didn’t expect it to come from nowhere, so somebody I knew gave it to me.
  3. It happened in a week to a month of the wish being released from my consciousness and forgotten about.
  4. I never expected to get what I wished for, it was someday it would be nice thought. (therefore I could let go of it easily)

What this boils down to is that the language of the heart is the DIRECT connection to the quantum field of all possibilities. What you wish for in its purest form you will get. Jerry Wills talks about healing by stating the result- not asking for it. If you have a lot of negative beliefs that you are unaware of that stand in the way of your wishes, they will not manifest. (that’s like sending out a yes/no message that leaves the quantum field in idle mode) It also has a lot to do with your underlying field of emotions.

Here is where it gets tricky – where we are unwittingly being used all together to control the planet – not for our own good and intents and wishes – but for others more nefarious purposes. It is where we are being used against ourselves.

I have written, yelled, cajoled, and generally made a pain in the ass of myself over this – others, quite more eloquently, have made stunning points, elucidated and educated us on this – like Richard Dolan, Jim Mars, Freeman, Icke et al, that we are purposely being manipulated into an emotional maelstrom of fear, negative expectations and helplessness. WHY, you ask? (glad you did – the pt. of this little foray into quantum bed time stories)

I’ll tell you WHY.

This fifth form of prayer – our hook up to the source – is CONSTANT. We are never NOT talking to the quantum field/god/source/universe. NEVER! WE ARE THE PRODUCT OF THIS FIELD. We live, breathe, think, move, exist and are aware in this field – in fact; we are a sensory organ of this field. We are not separate. We are never NOT creating our expectations.

THEREFORE:

When you feel ‘as if’ a situation or thing you want is ALREADY created and you are immersed in it and loving it – it becomes instantaneous. This is a prayer that is ALL FEELING. No words. Words are tricky and we have been taught to use them wrongly and to our detriment when talking to universe (universe is my word from the ten thousand names of god).

 

So there is it is from: quantum fission – zero point field – Greg Braden’s The God Code, Richard Dolan’s new series on Gaia about False Flags (most of that info can already be found on line) all the deep state researchers, the one tiny new age misconception that is the fly in the ointment, to what happens when you get it straight.

 

Carry on.

Transfigurations

 

Is this where we are headed? Is this what ascension will look like? I caught this at dinner time, and was transfixed by it. Here is the idea about ascension that was put into our subconscious minds in 1990. Twenty seven years ago.

It is a beautiful idea, that we may one day be like these beings. This show also contains the people who would oppose our ascension, our modern day cabal/illuminati/deep state/reptilian controllers – whatever name you want to give them… The people who are scared shitless of those who would willingly transform into the next experience of the creator. Star Trek, it seems, has always been our prophet, a way show-er of a positive future that could be created, should we get our stuff together enough to do it.

This particular episode, season 3 episode 25, of STNG is a harbinger of where we are going. Hopefully. It is like a prayer, a pattern, a blue print, a deep genetic memory of being there before.

Yes, we are approaching this, we are remembering this.

When two realities collide: Why I wish I was going to the ECETI Ranch

More than anything, I wish I was going out to ECETI ranch for the 2017 conference. Every time I listen to James Gilliland he reminds me of all that I know and knew and forgot from being a kid to 60+ years later.

I listened to two interviews today James’s As You Wish Talk Radio Show and Max Igan “The Coming 5G Roll-out & AI Will Transform Human Society By 2025!” . The two shows couldn’t be more diametrically opposed. However, both shows are about realities that exist side by side at this moment on earth. There is a third point I would mention that Alex Collier talks about concerning, the galaxy as a whole and a singularity that happens around this time that traps our entire galaxy in a fourth Reich sort of control system –  that he says the A’s and a number of other races tracked down to earth in this here and now. I would say that the Max Igan interview outlines the start of the singularity quite clearly. We see the results of the beginning of the singularity daily as it invades our lives beyond what he can even notice as dangerous because it is so underhanded.

Then there is James Gilliland, who presents the organic side of the equation. His reasoning is effortless and easy to understand. On a very human level he calls it as it is, and I don’t know about you, but when I listen it’s like I’ve always known what he’s saying. It could be because he calls up that memory from my soul, or it could be because I do know it, from all the contact and study I have done this life time.

The point is, that no matter how much I like technology, it feels ominous. I’ve been talking about our organic technology for the last several years on my blog – and I have used my own for a very long time. It is inbuilt. It is easier than you ‘think’ – in fact, you don’t think to use it… Everybody has it and you don’t have to do anything special, eat anything special, perform any special mental gymnastics, or any such nonsense. You only have to get past the programming that says if it happens in your mind ‘it ain’t real’ and manage to sit still out in nature for more than 5 minutes. Why out in nature? To get as far away from wifi and any other broadcast waves as you can. But really, you don’t need to because, should you decide, those vibes can’t stop you either, but they can be a distraction.

You’ve got to understand that what you have been told about who you are and what you can do is nothing more than a false set of precepts about what you should think about yourself and life. Artists and musicians tend to get around these falsities a little easier than some because the key to going there is imagination. The biggest lie told of all time to everybody is: “Oh, it’s all just in your imagination.” (as if they need you to discount that entire part of yourself) when, really, it’s the key to everything.

For instance, you use your imagination to pray to God, you use your imagination when you meditate, you use your imagination when you read a book, when you doodle, when you day dream, when the ‘I wonder about’ questions pop up in your mind. You are always using it – but you have been taught to pretend that you don’t. Talk about pink elephants…

…it’s easier than you think…

The transhuman agenda would have us believe that we cannot do any of those things without a device. It would have us believe that we are powerless in our human form. It will suck us in, bit by bit, until there is nothing left of the human soul and imagination and then prove to us we are worthless.

Therein is the trap.

I will just leave this here.

Think about it. Ask your imagination what it thinks about it. Go there. It’s going to matter – a lot.

When all is said and done…

When all is said and done, when words and ideas brilliantly fail you, when you are broken-hearted and so very small, Love is the only thing left.

 

Love is unreasoning because it doesn’t take reason to love.

Love is many things to many people because love is all there is.

Love is glue, for it attracts,

Love is gravity, for it holds.

Love is fire, for it burns.

Love is water, for it is life.

Love is air, for it is everywhere.

Love is earth, for it is our home.

Love IS light.

 

Love is stronger than any words or ideas. Love can heal a shattered and broken heart.

There are as many expressions of love as there are grains of sand, or heavenly bodies in the universe because every manifest and un-manifest thing is love and knows love in its own way.

 

When adversity comes your way there is a choice. A choice to see through the eyes of love and act in compassion, or a choice to react in pain. When ideas and words fail you and bring pain to you and those you love, in the end, all that matters is love. Because in Lennon’s words: “The love you make is equal to the love you take.”

 

The love you make is who you are, because you are love. Your words can hurt me, they may decimate me, shatter my heart, but in the end it is still my choice to love you, to hold your heart in compassion and wait for you to grow. There is so much in this world meant to destroy love and confuse love, but in the end it is still a choice to love. You must choose it and never give up. You must love knowing that is all that you really can do. When nothing else works, love will.

 

Love is the one true, never ending thing.

 

Love is all there ever was, is and will be.

 

love

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.

Dare to Dream: IMO

I listen to it all. There is the second half of the Dark Journalist Bill Ryan interview that just went up this morning. In any normal case this type of evidence in a court of law would be considered circumstantial and used to back up the claims for the case against Corey – as none of the truly damming parts, like the video of Corey and his wife plotting together can be produced. They are ? top secret. And Corey cannot produce a Blue Avian.

So where does that leave us? With a wonderful story who’s basic premise is that there is hope for us and that we are already out in space and there is tech that can heal and provide for the planet, and clean up the planet already in place. We have yet to have proof of that also. So what we are working with here is a full production story that is telling us that we do have the capabilities it takes to be what Corey is telling us.

So even if this is a dream, I’m liking it.

Now consider this – from the ‘new-age’ paradigm there is an idea that says if enough people believe a thing and invest their emotional energy in it – it will manifest. Half the gadgets on Star Trek are already a reality because somebody liked the idea enough to make it happen. Corey’s story has reached that level. So even if this is only partially true – or not true at all, we are liking it, we are investing our psychic energy into it and thereby enabling its manifestation. We ARE creating it.

I will tell you from all the stories and variations on a theme out there today this is one I actively want. Dream or no. I want to see this become reality. I want us to be that Star Trek dream. I want us to have zero point energy. I want us to have medical technology that will cure cancer, and all the other nasty ills of society. I want us to be able to give free reign to our creativity and become what we see in our hearts.

If Corey’s story leads us there one way or the other, I want that!

If any of our current information is true, then there are also people who really don’t want us to awaken – poopy on them. Because I’m going to go after this vision with all that I have because it resonates so deeply with who I am and what I want, that I have no choice. Regardless of how it started. I have seen what people can do when they are on fire and passionate about their creations. It is from one field of thought a science and from another field of thought, magic.

What I am trying to say is I DON’T CARE HOW THE STORY CAME ABOUT! I’m liking it and I want to see it happen. And the poopy heads who are trying to stick us back in a cage can just go sit in the corner and think about their bad behaviors.

Dare to dream. What could it hurt???   Really?

How else will we come to know if the theory that we create our reality is true, what better way than to get billions of people involved.

 

I dare you.

Dream BIG

By what right? Divine Right of Kings: how one group of people thinks they are better and thereby exposes their insanity. (IMO)

The divine right of kings, divine right, or God’s mandate is a political and religious doctrine of royal and political legitimacy. It asserts that a monarch is subject to no earthly authority, deriving the right to rule directly from the will of God.

Divine right of kings – Wikipedia

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Divine_right_of_kings

By whose right? By God’s right? Who is god, and how does this personage dole out divine right? So prove god. Prove god exists.

Otherwise the source within, the spark of divinity within, the human part that says ‘I am’, makes us all divinely ‘righted’ to rule: ourselves. Sovereignty.

And to rule over none. Because to say I have divine right to kill you, use you and call you less because I have been appointed/anointed – is NOT divine. It is a form of mental/emotional sickness and an excuse for very bad behavior. Divinity recognizes it’s self in all of us and all of creation down to the last molecule – tiniest particle. It calls none of us over, above, better or under, less than the others of us. So even if you had a god come and stand before me to tell me that someone was better, more worthy or whatever distinction you wanted to use, to inform me as to why, someone had the right to rule, kill, or use me because I was less than they were…you wouldn’t have a foot to stand on. Similarly, because the divine presence is in everything, everyone, everywhere, we are all gifted with our OWN awareness of what is what and what is divine. We can’t escape it – because it is part and parcel of the living animating force that is us. It is also the glue that holds ‘things’ in the 3D world together – like basic units of matter. I would call it the underlying field of energy of the whole of manifestation.

But somehow, since way before Rome, this idea of

I AM BETTER THAN YOU

has been thrust upon the world and from it evolved the concept of: therefore, I can use you, think nothing of you and throw you away according to my whims because god told me I could.

Understand this: the infinite intelligence that is the life force is everywhere. Even in things that our little limited apprehension doesn’t see as animated or alive. Therefore there are none better or worse than anything/anyone else in all of creation and there is absolutely no excuse for the use of or harm to anything/one.

There is no such thing as ‘better-than’ that can give you, or anybody else the license to use you with wholesale disregard for your livingness and your right to that livingness and it’s expression.

Last night we were skirting around this idea with the term the “illuminati” and it’s philosophy that because ‘they’ have more information about ‘stuff’ that ‘they’ are better-than people who don’t and therefore, ‘they’ have a license to use and murder the souls and bodies of others in any way they see fit.

This is insane.

The definition of insanity is the inability to perceive. (Even if you think you are perceiving and you can treat the other poorly – you are not really perceiving, not really knowing, not really living in the skin of the other – therefore you are handicapped, really…IMO)

Since remembered time, remembered history has recorded in some very old writings the story of how we have always been told that we are NOT god – that somebody else is, and that because of that we have no rights and must allow, by divine right, those in power to do anything they wish to us.

This was the beginning of the oldest, most heinous game ever perpetrated on this planet to keep one type of people in power while allowing no others the right to even exist except by their “gracious” will.

The others that come from off planet with bigger, shinier toys and ideas – the ones that would come here to lord it over us, are no better than the so called idiot rulers that have lorded it over the planet in the past. The ones that would choose to never interfere are the ones that know the divinity within themselves and therefore recognize it in all others.

This is what we are contending with right now, on this world, opening our eyes enough to see that divinity/recognition/response-ability within each of ourselves enough, so that we are empowered to oust the ones who still want to be cavemen in their hearts and use and abuse us and the planet to their own ends.

Haven’t you had enough already?

“Divine right of kings.” “Illuminati – cabal – PTB…

In who’s book and by who’s definition???

 

REALLY?