I haven’t publicly channeled (that I can remember) since before the eclipses in February, wanting more than anything to experience merge, meld, integration.
I was surprised when the information became more advanced again, more visual and foreign-but-familiar again, and I started to get a thrill again, when considering channeling. They were clear that they were to be seen as handy translators of energies and information coming to us now more speedily.
I decided that, due to the tasks and events at hand, it would be best to do as I was being instructed, to simply give it a whirl, now that there have been some alterations.
What resulted floors me, and I am so gratified to have been able to produce and deliver it at this time. As they stated, they may not need to return for a bit. They just wanted to add their energy to us, and to ease, soothe and give us answers to questions we have been silently asking.
I am so deeply happy to be alive at this time, participating in my own way in our evolution into light.
As referenced, here is the content from my essay “Rehearsal,” originally published 11-4-2012.
No wonder, I am being canceled a lot lately. Nature’s way of saying I need to accept the regular job, but more than that, being off was essential to work with this incoming energy. Such pure shots of it have we been getting. Surprising we aren’t all walking around with nosebleeds.
When I am anticipating working a night shift, I hunker down, stay in my jammies, putter and mutter around the house, just flit from one light pursuit to another. Often I do not write, because doing so creates a disturbance in the field, chops and rearranges and redefines stuff, creates new arenas of sound and possibility. It’s just too much sometimes.
So yesterday, I read a little, watched a little TV, but really felt very flat. Under the surface, things were happening, and all I had to do was just try to go to sleep. Yeah, just try it. Ha!
I laid down around 1pm, and kept getting swept into this subject and that pursuit online. Hard to settle my mind on any subject, everything feeling just a little much, a little too much, not in an, “Ooh, I am overwhelmed and just can’t TAKE anymore!” way, nope, more like just not being able to find one thought, or family of thoughts, that would just let me get quiet.
I finally gave in.
By that time, I only had about an hour and a half to get rested for a twelve hour night shift. So I said, commanded, that I would get full physical rest and benefit from this sleep, and I would find some peace in my mind, and return to the body integrated… now, on your mark, get set, GO.
Yeah. Did feel rested upon awakening, I will say that. But everything else was unexpected.
Ever envious of the more creative among us who fly astrally and dream lucidly, I had never been outside of my body before, never seen that fabled tether, until yesterday.
I closed my eyes and almost immediately I felt spinny, and the voices came, and there I was being coached to leave my body and come along. I saw a shimmery plasma like connection between me and what I was then deeming my “flesh.” The split was real, and they coached me to not get too caught up in any one thought or visual, and to expect nothing, just allow the experience, fall into it, allow it to be exactly what it is.
I failed, and wound up slammed into my body. They pointed out that wasn’t entirely so, and it is then that I saw and felt that I was hovering maybe six inches above the body, was not in it, and didn’t have to return to it, that I hadn’t failed. There was a round of celebration, laughter, and I got up, and walked with them then.
I told them I wanted to go to a ship.
It was then that I got a taste of this hyper reality travel I have heard so much about. That idea that you can just think yourself somewhere and there you are. I thought of my destination, one that I had visual coordinates for (I’ll explain below). Then I could feel a lengthening, and movement, elongation and stretching and becoming a long impossible ribbon of light, and then, I was somewhere else.
I don’t have visuals of that place. I was surrounded by loved ones, though, and it felt pretty real, I mean, there was no observer, sitting in the upper left corner of the ceiling saying, “God, this is SO cheesy.” None of that sort of split awareness. I was really there.
I wish I could write to you a love letter from home, a few bars from an ancient melody which would dispel our fears and break all the rumors’ backs. But I don’t. It was family time, I guess. I don’t know.
But then came a very amazing event.
I was on Earth, but I was a column of light. There were four of us, stationed at perfectly coordinated geometric points, and one by one, in unison, we stood up. We greeted each other as the awakened greets the sun. And then other shafts of light began to pop up. Twelve, then 24, then 36, then 122, then 144. We were able to hold hands, or hearts, energetically.
And then the narration began.
I started to state a prayer, a proclamation. I felt everyone’s energetic permission to sort of coax or coach the energetics, to seal and protect and magnify the energy, so I used words, sound, to do this. Everyone was cool with it, and it got very intense, and a little messianic, I have to admit. And it built, and swelled, and swayed, and trembled, we all swirling within this vortex of sound, words, anticipation, knowingness.
Oh it was heady, and it was exciting. It was all about ascension, taking on our light bodies, taking on the mantles of responsibility and wonder, discovery and awe, the new age, the old age, the timelessness of what we are creating, stuff like that.
It built, and it crescendoed, and then there was that platform of stillness the words created. The platform stayed up, sturdy, waiting for the next thing.
We all kind of looked at each other.
And then, sort of as a group, we all sort of shrugged, and said, “Oh, I guess that was another rehearsal.”
Some asked others if they’d like to go get some coffee, some cracked open a beer, a young Asian woman approached me and gave me words of encouragement, and there were no reprisals for my having spoken and it not being the main event, all around there were people of goodwill, expressing goodwill.
Here, among these wonderful people, there was just total self-acceptance, and when you are surrounded by a bunch of people who accept themselves, you notice immediately your utter lack of self recrimination. There are no shame vibes in the air, nothing to feel awkward about. Just lots of respect and genuine love.
I could see, one by one, these lighted giants slink back down into the lighted matrix covering the earth, going small, spinning more tightly, more compact, just going back to rest.
It had been a rehearsal, and everybody was cool with that.
I woke up with little memory of that, and with a deep feeling of rest.
I was canceled, but I could only maintain for a few more hours. I have been exhausted lately, sleeping so soundly and deeply, and really needing sleep, like a thirst. Sleep, my old enemy, my longest held nemesis, finally tamed, finally working with me, for me, instead of against me.
Before leaving it, though, I am aware that a strong, familiar and surprising neutrality was all I felt after our dry run, after our rehearsal. It is not good. It is not bad. It is as it is because it is as it is. I am, and it is. So be it. How can I be out of tune with this dance? I hold the flute! It is as it is because I am that I am that I am.
Say that mantra. I am that I am that I am. Close your eyes, and feel THAT spin. There is a mountain of information contained in that mantra. It is not a repetition of words. It is an article of faith, a statement of energetic fact, and one of the keys to the kingdom.
I am that I am that I am.
We remain here, in good humor, doing amazing work just over there, just beyond this stupid veil we put up at in the middle of act two. Can someone please come over here and pull this down? We have a show to put on. We have sets to construct. That one needs some touching up, and this one over here keeps pulling at my robe every time I walk past it. There is work to be done, and it is being done by we giants in sleep, in meditation, in daily life.
I continue to listen for stage direction. They know I will do as I am told. I know now that we all are doing as we are told, as we are telling ourselves, and as we interpret the directions we’ve just gotten handed to us. All is movement and preparation and anticipation now. All is readying. All is set.
We wait. We drink a beer, share some coffee, idle with jobs and kids and letters to agents. But this show, well, it’s just about to start, and nothing else is going to seem interesting once we finally hear that magic word, “Action!”
Until that golden moment, I will rehearse with you, run lines with you, hold your hand as your watch your loved ones luge off mountains, tend to your sheep as your go get your kid a drink of water, as we wait on this hillside, waiting for the pillars of light to once again erupt in the skies, waiting for the sea to part, waiting for all of this stage direction to come to life. We know our lines. We have our markers. We know where to stand and what to say and how to say it.
It’s all about to happen, and until it does, I’ll see you at rehearsal.