Beautiful new revelations and realities from visions and from daily life, this video is a beautiful addition to the journey of ascension.
Deeply Awake – “Afterthoughts On Election Day” By Kathy Vik 11-10-17
I need to weigh in, and as I’m readying at the sink, I realize, even though I am off writing after a failed attempt, “Holy moly, it’s not the camera I need today, as Deeply Awake, I need my keyboard.” I felt confident, renewed, and ready. I reviewed what it was I’d wanted to get across on camera, and I smiled. Well, would you look at that. It’s coming back!
I wrote the first chapter of my new novel, and it sat with me a day, a night, and I knew it was off, it would never be included in the book. Amature, but funny. I wrote humor. Successfully. It’s been several days since this failed attempt, and I know now what comes of this, where I am to go with this story I have been given. I may not make the 50K words needed by November 30 to qualify as a Nanowrimo novelist, (National Novel Writing Month, each November, rallies writers world-wide to craft a new novel in 30 day,s 50K words or more) but I am on my way, with an idea I can live with, a story I would actually hang with. Of course it will be a comedy. Nothing else matters in this world as much as a good belly laugh, I have come to find.
All of that biographical stuff aside, I have been moved, urged, to come to the screen for a few days. Something has shifted for us, as a humanity. Can you feel it? Have you gotten your memo yet?
The evening after the election, I heard Lawrence O’Donnell say again and again, the word “wave.” His panelists echoed this word. The off-year elections in America could not have been more clear. The Dalai Lama’s prophetic words are coming to pass: “The world will be saved by the Western Woman.”
Clearly, at this point, we are the only ones who can. And it is just the beginning, the very first wave on a beach untouched. We and our male allies, of course.
The current legislative course is to further impoverish the citizenry, with the added egregious insult of taking away health care from children, the poor, the elderly, and the disabled. That is who is in charge.
I am seeing things much differently than before, emotionally neutral, but clearly. Tell me who benefits with these schemes? Strip away the emotions, peel from the lie all the truths, and what sits at the heart of this agenda is contempt and greed.
Malevolent people with intentions of harm are in positions of authority at the moment, but they no longer have the power they once did. Once the sheen dulls, once the paint dries, once some tricks are played, once the ground settles, it’s funny how simple things become, for many of us.
The Americans voted into congressional, council and other seats of governmental power are, as a group, diverse, predominantly female, and, I’m partial to one commentator’s assessment on the morning after the election: what we witnessed was a coalition of the decent.
No truer words.
The next day, yesterday, an article was published recounting several illegal and harmful sexual acts of predation by Senator-Elect Moore from Alabama. Do you know what is said about elections in Alabama, of grotesque, entitled white men? “Nothing will stop you except a dead girl or an alive boy.”
I heard a pundit comment on this situation, and I want to pass on what was said. A thoughtful, sad and kind man weighed in on the Lawrence O’Donnell show and said (I’m paraphrasing), there are women and men all over the nation who will be watching what happens with this man. These allegations, and these brave women’s stories serve as reminders, or indeed as “triggers” for many women and men (#metoo movement)Their fellow Americans who then keenly watch the actions of their legislators. Politics is changing, because once again, just as in the late ’60’s and early ’70’s, politics is personal again. We’ll be watching what men on the Senate do. I feel strongly that if he is confirmed, given the climate in Washington, that if he were to be brought up by an Ethics Committee, he might get a pass.
It really bothers me, to hear powerful men say the words, “If it’s true,” about sexual assault reported by credible women. It is vile, and speaks of the silencing of sexual non-compliance, also know as sexual assault. This is the Rape Culture, on full display.
If I am making you squeamish, if you are wondering why I talk about this, as a soul person, it is this: The news of the last week makes it clear to me, as an ascensionist, one thing:
It is now happening.
A coalition of the compassionate, I think it should be called.
I see these political movements as social ones, grassroots ones, personal, yet effective ones, and they stand as proof to me that, even sooner than I expected, we are now at the start of the general population “waking up.” The first wave has hit a size, intensity, magnitude, to have changed things, the harmonics are different now. I think that means there is a new agreement field available, more expansive and less aggressive, available to all.
The infection, politically, is massive, and there is a fight ahead, but, what fun it was, to see “common” Americans elected to seats, whose stories and bravery are beyond uncommon, they’re the ones to consider superheroes. They broke a sound barrier. And this all plays in to the intel I get, the things I see. It’s been awhile and a lot has happened. And hence, a letter, just like before.
It was a breathtaking achievement, in my opinion, the brave ones against mean ones. They deomonstrated integrity, steadiness, incredible poise and grace under fire. They are our political emissaries, just was we have them in metaphysical shops, retail shops, and really, just think about it, we are in every level of society, around the world.
We are all here as specialists. There is a lot to accomplish, and so, how many of this now-politicians know about ascension mechanics? How many of them have visions and conjure things? It isn’t required, is my point. We each have our thing to do, the thing we are built to do. And watching the coverage, it felt so congruent, and filled me with hope, to hear the stories of the newly elected. People are being elected with the underlying theme of “Enough is enough.”
Their bravery will move us all away from this police state and toward peace itself, though they’ll need reinforcements, and rumor has it there will be a whole lot of upcoming vacancies.
I see it so clearly, this new first wave of compassion and integrity in the public sphere, on an off-year, and I know in my heart this is unstoppable. Unstoppable. Want to know why?
Getting in there and saying “No More,” with legislative authority, will bring the nation into the future, usher in new talent, challenge the oligarchy, all the things that were left undone in 1963, basically. Both Ike and JFK warned us. Wouldn’t it be cool, if it were cool, to run for something? As if it were part of discussions across dinner tables? The incorruptible have arrived.
It is a secret I learned long ago in this process, and it alone guides us home more than anything. Human beings respond biologically to high regard and kindness, respect and care. Human beings have a positive biological response to these basic modes of behavior. They feel it, and even if it means changing their ways, they will do so, to get more of this good stuff.
It is at the heart of falling and staying in love, for goodness sake.
It feels good to be liked. It feels shitty to be disliked,(especially by those who refuses to admit the hatred or fear they hold, but who act it out with aggression)
It is simple. And that is why I know this is unstoppable.
Is this new sociological change linked to ascension, to spirituality, to DNA activation?
Yes. A thousand times yes.
What I term ascension is the process I have gone through, and others have gone and are going through, now all of us going through something brand new, together. And I know that what we are doing energetically is, of course, assisting and ushering in the changes we see not only in America, but world wide.
So, to close, I will tell you of the last vision I had. It has helped me a lot. But first, I must tell you about the changes I see.
For me, the most gratifying by-product of these circumstantial and internal changes is that I hold very little fear. I said on video recently how relieved I was to have less anxiety, and how surprised I was now, in this state, to realize just how anxious I had been. But this peace, and some fun new things to play with, these have since amplified, and I am in a state of no fear now. Fear is a habit, like a thought virus, one I can go to and spend time in, but it emits a sound now, almost, like a squeaky wheel or a faint alarm. It is not congruent, and so, it is easily isolated, tended to and loved, reassured, and equilibrium is restored.
I had prayer, as a child. Only one, really. It remained one of two holy prayers I say for this lifetime. I pray for peace. I want peace. Since I was a girl, I wanted the peace which passes all understanding. I would glimpse it, in my bible, in a flower, in an exchange, in poetry and music and ceremony. in silence. I wanted that within me. Jesus had it, so I knew it was possible for me too, since he said that too.
And it is fulfilled. I know that peace. I can flip into now, into wheels within wheels, and song that defies its translation, while in a conversation, in conflict, in fear. It is there. Always. And it is sustained, now.
My dream came true.
I wanted you to know that. Yes, circumstances are sweeter, more tolerable. Yes, I have a physical issue that is serious, and is being attended to appropriately. Yes, I have deep relationships which are troubled, I know and love those who are troubled. That’s the gig. I’ll bet you do too. But even so, I know peace now. And relations are more peaceful now. Everything is. It’s quiet, finally, there is focus and clarity, in a new way, but still. There is peace now.
My vision came to me after I saw a “heads up, crew” post about a second burst of solar activity which was to last three days, and has just since passed. So, we had a 6 day run of intense solar activity, and during that time, I knew only one thing: Nothing was sticking. It was a corridor. It was a time to put one foot in front of the other and trust. Nothing was sticking. And then, we exited those days and I felt different. I had ease with things I had not been comfortable with, and I felt more confident and steady than every before. I guess you could say that my mind cleared.
The second burst happened soon after the first. I read an article by Sandra Walter discussing intense gates and grid work during these three days, and then when I saw the wave-forms of the activity on the usual graphs, the waves were bent in a way I had never seen. And that is when I got information.
I felt that old soul fatigue as I realized that each of these were activations of some kind. I sank into myself and traveled. This is what I found.
I realized, these waves of solar activity, days of it at a time, are going to continue. But, here’s the punchline: This is the gift we were promised.
I saw a beautiful golden light. Liquid golden love. I knew this to be what we are made of. I was given that vision Christmas Eve of 2012. We are made of and from this indescribable liquid golden love, benevolence. In the vision, this light was then covered by a clear crystalline geodesic dome. But the structure was organic, alive, dynamic. This was laid down during the first storm, I understood.
And then, I saw another geodesic dome, constructed like the first, but with different geometries. It hovered over the first, and there was such joy and homecoming.
The structures themselves sang, in celebration, in work, in joy. I saw this from above, and was stunned by the colors emitted from this structure. It was boggling to me, at that point, to imagine ten more. What beauty! What depth! What song! The music, the colors, the joy, the information, it was intense and beautiful beyond words.
The initial fatigue of, oh no, we’re gonna have to go through this again??&#!? Was replaced with steady certainty. This is what is at hand.
I understood that these waves, this beauty and structure and grand honor is what is contained in that ribbon of light we have heard Kryon and others talk about for so long. It’s what we have worked for, anticipated and readied for. This something that’s coming toward us, right on time, something brand new, an energy, an awakening.
One does not need to know ascension mechanics, or even what great thinkers said long ago. The truth of our nature is written into our DNA, and it is our DNA which is being awakening, quite literally.
As these waves hit, it will become harder and harder to remain unchanged, I’ve heard many say. I said it, either in channel or not, the ease with which one gets through this is proportional to their commitment to their birth, or old, personality structure, old explanations, old expectations. Those who are firmly committed to remaining unchanged will, I can see now, simply shield themselves, opting out for a time. The acting out, and the discomfort will, of course, intensify within some, and I think some of the terror things are just that. Spasms.
What I see instead, is that structures remain the same, just as in a sandstorm, but I can’t help but notice that the sandstorm is happening within the structure, not without. I see institutions, relationships, work situations, all these things, being changed, from the inside out. Two years from now, we may not be able to believe what we have done as a country. I see this infection as deep and completely incompatible with the new wave of public servants.
I’m with Frum. This next part won’t be easy. The Republicans know they cannot win in a fair fight, but they have no intention of losing. Winning and losing is a real big deal in those circles.
And it is not an easy flip, I can assure you. Those kinds of people like to go down fighting. But in the end, honesty, decency, mercy, social good, the arts, all these things are what younger ones want. The only way to win now, is with integrity, true to beliefs which radiate right thinking, compassion, and respect.
So, these DNA activations may translate into political change, relationship changes, work and living circumstances. This is a time, for some years to come, of migration, of listening and obeying that voice you know you must trust, which tells you to move right, when perhaps every one around you is screaming for you to go left. In these times, it is important to listen to your guidance.
That means, I am reminding myself, that I must trust my guidance, and drop any guilt, any shame, any fear. I can’t do that without being ok with what I’m doing and not doing, how I behave, what I’m spending time thinking on and creating, as well as reconciling the past, and the future, keeping instead, more aware of this moment, now. I jumped around a lot, and realize how far away I was, at times.
But through it all, trusting myself is how I honor myself. If it is incompatible with my peers, with my associates, with my intimates, well then, so be it. It wouldn’t be the first time.
These are those times. It is a dawning of a new age, led by those, in the political sphere who may not articulate great spiritual truths, but who behave in ways that one knows to be better. It is simply obvious. And funny, it is preferred.
When I woke up in 2012, I was saddened and surprised when I learned how suspicious and closed most people are to simple, innocent, pure love. Appreciation, that is a better word. I realized that all around me were starving, wilted plants, and many of them were sitting in puddles. I would water the wilted, I would smile, be friendly, be open, and I got the weirdest responses to this, though. Suspicion. Guardedness. And often times, rejection. So, expect some of that, is what I’m saying. It can get, or feel, aggressive. Persevere.
I didn’t understand.
And then, I went through that final phase, a cleansing that I still don’t understand, and through that, I do believe I cast away the last of what would make me wobble in this new energy. It is the end of categorizing people, and it is the end of fearing those who require to be in authority, as well as those who require an authority figure.
I think, in its essence, this is what is happening. The bringing in of authority, each of us. We needed to give ultimate, and at times, brutal authority to exterior forces, to understand our own power, our innate sovereignty.
Only the most trusted, skilled and divine creatures would be given free will. And with it, we chose to experiment with its abdication. That we are simply returning to ourselves that which we chose to give away, it really turns out to be a beautiful and empowering thing. As a species, as nations, as individuals, it’s true for all of us. You can put a crystal mandala around it, or translate it into foreign policy but there it is.
I am glad to have you today. I hear a new voice, and that really comes as no surprise. I’ll tell you a little nugget before I leave. My friend Melissa was talking to someone without a loud internal guidance system. She was asked what it was like. Melissa explained, “It’s like going on a road trip with a really a good friend. When they say something, you don’t wonder if you said it. You know they said it.”
Through this process, perhaps the last month or so, I feel like I have become the driver, the car and the passenger. We are just all here together, and depending on focus, I can go very far now. I attend to much, but it’s all very comfortable. I feel safe. Hopeful, despite all the misogyny and upcoming events, and I know that there is nothing stopping the light now. We have already won.
A treasure trove of ascension information, this is a discussion which involves current events, politics, energetics, personal evolution and ascension. All rolled up into one.
I discuss the changes I am finding happening within my psyche and energy, but the idea behind this video is to reframe current events as an ascensionist, as a metaphysician.
This gif is entitled “THE CLARION CALL: Geometry and Sri Yantra”
A fascinating and soft discussion about what it is like to be aware of so many energetic changes going on right now, post-eclipse (I’ve seen that many seem to be coupling “Post-eclipse” with “Apocalypse,” and I find that gratifying.)
I reveal some visions and interpretations, and then there is a channel that simply blew my socks off, while hugging me sweetly and deeply. The channel begins at minute 23:00.
I hope your experience with this is as peace-inducing as I found it.
A helpful and information filled channel about how all of this actually ties together, DNA, energetic fields, geometries, dimensions, agreement fields, all of it.
But then, they brought it to each human being, that each, with their intact DNA of 100% capability, each will receive a bump,
A final transmission, prior to this wonderful event. Each are blessed among men, and soon, each will know this to be true.
A deep, honest and true talk which feels much like final thoughts.
It’s saying goodbye, self to self, self to others, self to my understanding of creator.
Triggering, complete and moving, it stands as a testament to a life lived in clarity and confusion, bliss and pain, love and hate.
And today, finally, there will be something more.
I need to do one more, after a HUGE aha that is delivered at the end of this offering. It’ll be short. We leave for Leadville in an hour.
I urge you to watch this clip prior to watching my video It is LOADED with triggers, it is more accurate than not, though a poetic dramatization of what is being experienced by some, and what some have already come through, and what we all will have access to more easily post-eclipse.
Note the title of this clip, that she begins the experience by looking at the sun, that she is suspended above the earth as this transition occurs, and then, please note, the story most definitely goes on from there. Let not the fear of death overtake.
She lives out a story, and of course it is a violent and aggressive tale for the movie goers, but the idea behind it is that of CONTINUITY. This is a highly keyed movie, and a highly triggering one for those in the first wave.
If ever there were a period of my life when applying the fine art of The Suspension Of Disbelief were required, it is NOW.
What follows is beyond my belief. I don’t know how else to put it. Let me explain.
There have been a number of significant and ponderously “real” situations which have emerged, many revelations given, much connected, and much understood, accepted and adopted, the last 24 hours.
Being in the sun helped immensely, and I want to stress to everyone the healing, restorative and necessary influence of the sun, how important it is to remove glass from skin, open car windows, take walks, whatever needs to happen, to get that light on the skin. It is fundamental now. It is CORE.
This video is a time capsule, I know this, because the information within is freaking explosive, and is not for this consciousness, not yet, anyway.
Am I building my hopes up too high for this eclipse?
Watch this and then decide. Invest the time, and then, tell me what you think, if this eclipse event contains within it potency and relief we simply are too fatigued to be able to imagine.
Get a snack, curl up, unplug, suspend your ever arguing companions of belief and disbelief… tell it to go lie down for an hour. Drink it in, absorb it, think on it, and then reject it as bullshit, or let it start working on you.
One way or the other, this video will change you in ways you currently cannot suspect.The channel begins at 16:45. The whole video contains light anomoly.
Watch in good health, peace, and unity, through the grandest connector of all: LOVE.
As referenced, below is the link, and the text, of my first formal essay, months from adopting the moniker “Deeply Awake,” and thus formalizing the expression. The opening shot across the bow, prior to my moment of growth, discussed within this work, (a month and 2 days to follow) it stands as the true core of my life conundrum, and the thing that nearly drove me mad, reconciling this energy.
Yesterday as I drove, I came to terms with quite a lot, in regards to this turn of events. I felt the anguis, the disappointment, the resignation, the contempt, the forgiveness, all simultaneously, and I felt a release from within it, outward.
Consider it one of the crosses I “bore,” which turned into a living, breathing tree of life during this transformation some have stood witness for, and many others will acquaint themselves to, later.
I wrote it after having experienced my first true “hit of light,” and describe a little bit about its after effects. The message of that first healing was about the validity of love, and that enemies are intimates of a much higher degree than simple love bonds contain.
I hope you enjoy this. It’s fun looking back, as we step over this threshold, as long, I think, as I do it with love, gratitude, indulgence, understanding, compassion and pride.
March 23, 2012
These are preliminary thoughts only.
As a youth, I was enthralled with the story of Jesus’ life and teachings, his death and his resurrection.
I studied traditional and non-traditional information about Jesus and his times. And then I saw a brand new movie,… our church youth group went to opening night at the Cooper Theatre in Denver, a cheekily titled movie called “Jesus Christ Superstar”.
That night I finally felt whole, curious that until then, I hadn’t realized something more was possible.
I recaptured the sense of having heard the word of God captured by Rice and Allen by listening to that soundtrack so often, I finally had to ask for a replacement… I’d worn out the first record.
I spent hours, hours and hours, listening to that soundtrack as I roller skated in the circle I skated in our garage. I came to know there was more to Jesus’ story than I could ever grasp, but contentedly rolled through those circles in deep joy and meditation, lucky to be bathing in this reality, feeling privileged to be given instruction in a less biased, more balanced way.
But I knew there was far more to the story than was readily available. His words, his life, and all the stories written since, resonated at such a high frequency. I craved it. i obeyed it. I longed for more, but was content in having more than before.
As a child and then on into adulthood, I knew I had an affinity for Pontius Pilate. He was someone I could understand. I thought his energy was “cleaner” than Judas’, that his choices, missteps and misunderstanding of the situation were so understandable in context, even benevolent. Misguided benevolence. Oh how much trouble we have created for ourselves through the use of misguided benevolence. I knew his presence gave the story its structure, it’s historical framework. He was a function of the political/consciousness agreement field of their day. Nothing more. A device. By “clean”, I mean I see him as a necessary framework giving the story the structure it needed for the unfolding of the tale.
Pontius was the syntax. The apostles were the words. Jesus was the scribe. God was the author.
What then was Judas?
After many of these recent abundant clearings and recalibirations, my guides treated me with something last night. I was finally given access to the soundtrack of Jesus Christ Superstar. And as I listened to it last night, I was able to sail on Angel’s wings and touch the face of God, amazed at all the glittering facets of this incredible gift given to us by God through His Identity Sananda.
And I wept the most, was the most touched, by Judas.
It was then I understood that Pontius Pilate’s role was one of logistics, a gate only, a neutral function of the temporal reality.
And now, finally, it was Judas who I came to recognize as me.
I have always known I was present during those years. I have always had every confidence that I had been involved.
Maybe I wasn’t Judas. Who cares? At this point I really don’t. Judas was a ROLE only. In this dense fog of duality, he played his part expertly.
But to have betrayed our Beloved? With a kiss?
How does the incarnaion of Judas reconcile these acts, and their consequences, without judgement or shame, but instead with the all-encompassing Love Which Is God? How do I manage bringing the ugliest parts of my Selves back into alliance, allegiance, and unity?
To forgive is to be touched from above and within all at once. When done well, this tone, this essence, transmutes, fundamentally ALTERS the past, present and future (as we have always perceived it).
The act of sincere and deep forgiveness is to be in-spired by God. YOU become the Violet Flame when you actively and selflessly forgive. The person you are setting free is your Self.
It’s easier, more accessible, to forgive others their wrongs towards me. I enjoy it, as it brings a release I cannot explain but know transforms.
Ah! But to have known those rare moments where I have been literally knocked to my knees with forgiveness for my Self?
That is bliss. That pierces the veil. In those holy moment, I could do nothing more than stagger, caught up in a rapture in which I yearn to spend the remainder of my days. To forgive MY SELF is the most Divine Act I have done as a human 3D entity. Through that doorway came the Eye of God, looking deeply within me, and telling me, murmuring to me, declaring as already DONE: God Indwells Me And Is Well Pleased.
I stood up after falling in divine grace before this Eye of God and I went to my mirror. I saw this Eye of God. And that Eye of God was in MY EYE.
I have never been the same. Everything has changed because of that moment of grace. That grace washed me clean. Now it’s just clean up and preparation. It is finished, just as Jesus said. I knelt before God, I was forgiven, and realized there is absolutely no higher truth than forgiveness of Self. To have been touched by this divine love…
There really are no words.
But there are so many translations.
So if I played that role in Judea, high-five. I did it well. It is done. It was a chronicle preparing us for this moment, the first day of the new moon of March, 2012.
And this bliss, this state of suspended and never ending grace is in everyone. EVERYONE. EVERYONE. The potential to touch this reality in is EVERYONE, and we are only just awakening to it. It was always there. It sustained us through the pain and suffering, the acting out and misbehaving, the emanations and consequences of disordered thought, disordered being.
God puts everything right.
God sees everything as right.
God is the most high, and this word we use to express this essence is just a slip of paper compared the the mighty tree of its reality.
And in that moment of transfixation, of transfiguration, I understood in my heart of hearts that THIS love is IN ME. It IS me, and I a vibration, a manifestation, a color of It.
And, so it followed, if this God is actually me, then it is in everyone on this planet.
It is in your neighbor playing his music too late at night. It is within the bad news you receive and the good news you receive. The flotsam and jetsam of earthly life is washed clean by forgiveness.
I wish to live in a steady state of gentleness to self and others, a state of grace led by the highest love I have ever encountered, staring right into me as I clutched my carpet and folded into the ever cycling love of God, always fresh, always new, always adoring, always benevolent, always wise, always present.
All Hail the New Earth, where we will and are walking in humble respect of ourselves and our co-creators.
Blessings from Magartha.
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.
A concise and helpful essay on what has been happening since the Solstice. I have had a number of revelations about my reality, and what is happening for all of us, which have resulted in profound peace, and I wanted to share my thoughts with you in real time, on camera. I hope you enjoy.
I found it enchanting.
As referenced, The video which portends my reality turning into flowers:
As referenced, Kryon/Lee Carroll’s “Five In A Circle”