Deeply Awake – Declaration Of The New By Kathy Vik 12-31-18
I’ve always been honest about my perceived or understood spiritual mission, and I think I am lucky in that regard, because I know many wonder, am I doing what is in alignment, am I making the right choice for my highest good? And I admit, I can go there too, teasing out this intention and that shadow, winnowing out self-sabotage and old behaviors in the process, but I think that is a shaman’s work, a lightworker’s work, building up our power of discernment until it can cut through steel like it’s butter.
I knew that I was here to ascend. I knew that in 1992, when the words were finally given to me like that, but I have known of this since I was a girl, and I had a visitation, explaining my life and what I was to become. I accepted because I was offered the guidance, the announcement, from my friend, someone I call brother, and I am sure is an equally beloved, great counselor and friend to you, Jesus.
What does it mean, to ascend? Well, I didn’t come in with that information, and, like I said, I didn’t even have the vocabulary until I was 31 years old. I knew it was a spiritual path, and it involved states of being and knowing that seemed achingly familiar, and impossible to know here, now, given all this.
I have had an unusual 6 years here, and those who have stood witness, thank you. To those who have watched from their kitchens and bus stops and rooftops and libraries, hello. I have always been astonished and humbled by you.
You listen. You are willing to take in and consider what I am saying, and this, dear friend, is the greatest gift another can give. Receptivity, openness, non-judgmental smiles, positive regard, gentle behaviors and tender words, I hope this is what you offer me, when we sit quietly and I allow you to look in on this beauty I know.
This sea of love sustained me, these years, as have my fellow travelers, and my soul guidance. It has been a wholly spiritual life, and when seen through that lens, my life crystallizes into a thing of absolute beauty, raw, exquisite perfection, it breaks into the song of the angels. It is quite a sight. That these are certainly not the lenses most have, well, who can fault them? I find more and more who hear my song, the one that rides with me everywhere I go, that I forget is singing, when I am acting petty, or viscous, when in anger or fear or distortion. That is quite a sight too. It happens less frequently now. I have less fear now.
I have come to understand much, the last few weeks, and so much of it resides in my DNA, in my eye light, in my hands, my heart, my skin, but what is languaged goes into the little notebook I have at the side of my bed, the big aha moments, the dream lessons, the stray thoughts.
I thought it time to mark these final changes with an essay, an end of year, end of project note.
The week of Christmas was intense, and I am hearing from many in the tribe that they had key, pivotal events occur, not just meditations but physical life kicking in and doing the ride a long teaching, and much was gained from these tableaux of forgiveness and maturity.
For me, the progress was monumental, and daily, and fluid, synchronous beyond question. On-time, me ever more relaxed within it, feeling safer every day, my synchronicity a friend, a scout, a helper and encourager.
First you have to believe it exists, and, if so, is it a thing for fools, or a thing for the wise to care about? That fundamental question must be dealt with. Sometimes your guides will do a purely outlandish thing or two, just to PROVE it to you, just to give you something you would look silly disputing.
I like how Terence McKenna described synchronicity, its elusive nature. He told a story of being broke, living in a cave in India, smoking hash and having visions, and just being. One day, he said he had a thought, out smoking at the entrance to his cave. Wouldn’t it be nice to have food? But not just any food. Oysters Rockefeller on ice, caviar, Stilton cheese, on and on he thought of delicacies.
Soon, a figure appeared far off in the distance, and as he approached, he saw it was an acquaintance of his from the city, and he was carrying large bags. He welcomed him in, and his friend explained that he’d just walked out on the first day of job in the city, a busboy at an exclusive and expensive restaurant. He’d hated it so much, he left for good before the lunch break, and he stole all this food.
He lay open the bags, and there was oysters Rockefeller on ice, caviar, Stilton cheese, and on and on the delicacies.
He’d started the story by talking about how there can be drawn parallels between advanced spiritual practice and plant hallucinogenic realities. He finished the story by pointing out how personal synchronicity is.
It was as story about a guy who thieved his abandoned place of work, and shared his booty with a pauper. It was a story of a monk, a shaman, of considerable skill.
Life, being a quantum thing, allows you to interact, and decide for yourself. But, the events, of experiencing delight from a source of nourishment and care, that is personally hearing and responding to you? That an only be real if you think it is possible. If you imagine it is so.
I mention this to illustrate that we each have the lens with which we view events and others. That lens, through which I, you, view daily life, deadens and cheapens it, turning magic to dust, and hope to folly, or enlivens, mystifies, humbles, instructs, guides, loves, supports, nourishes, knows and delights.
I think this is at the heart of it, really. Two agreement fields, two realities, one that I see as non-separated, or integrated, and one that has reverse polarities. And with it come two realities, two worlds. Am I describing 5d and 3d? Am I describing heaven and hell? Am I describing the Humanity and the Demiurge? I think that is up to you to decide.
This may seem like duality, but it isn’t. Duality is charged. One makes the other go, kind of thing. The good with bad, right and wrong, night and day. All those things are “real,” and yet, they are not entirely complete without the other.
Alongside this paradoxical energy is the flow of nature, singing its songs of symbiosis, cooperation, pleasure, beauty, unlanguaged, unknowable mystery and power. There is a coherence in Gaia surpassing the linear thinking and unskilled behavior of the lower agreement field, that of tit for tat, survivalism, brutality, the old service-to self barbarism we are finally able to see for what it is.
I’ll tell you of some meditations.
I understood that we are now working on the third wave entities. Until I looked in, I thought we were behind, but we are making amazing progress. I was stunned!
I saw groups of golden lighted souls, archangels, so many many souls, gathering around those who are hurting and having difficulty. They are being surrounded by us, and it is happening world-wide. ** Note, the wounded, hurt, slow, dark, hurt pieces of you are also being surrounded like this. That is the point. This energy is being focused on the densest energies, planet-wide, and up-close & personal, all at once. The love we are receiving is so pure, and is delivered with such intensity and softness, brilliance and divine love, it’s really astounding. So, don’t lose faith in your self or in others, this light finds all of it and surrounds it happily, now**
The ones who are suffering the most, from the changes going on energetically, those who aren’t coping well, they are being surrounded by legions. I saw this around the globe, and the little nodes of suffering were not as many as I had thought there would be, and each of them were actively being helped.
In 1994, when I was shown The Earth in a vision given to me by my Teachers, I felt and heard the planet before I cold see it, and there were cries throughout, there was so much need, then, and now, this need is more concentrated, and being surrounded, deluged, assisted by advanced harmonics, helping to bridge the energies and soothe the body/mind/lifestream, but only as allowed, requested by the entity or situation.
In my recent vision, with just these nodes of hurt, being surrounded by bright golden white light, I was told, this is the third wave, being worked on. The first wave has been active for some time, and the second wave is now spreading so exponentially, it is possible now for the energy to be used in this more concentrated way. And this is just what is being done on earth by us.
Each of us are being attended by our people, our ancestors, both galactic and akashic. This planet is being witnessed by many, at this time. We are truly doing something extraordinary, and all eyes are on us, all hearts with us.
What we are doing is pivotal, just as it was with every ascension process. This one has such mind -bending significance, of course, but those of us who feel these energies know, we have done this before, there is nothing to worry about, all is well, all is in divine order, there is NOTHING to worry about.
Do you get that broadcast in your mind, sometimes, like a break in the stream of consciousness? I like it. I don’t mind it one bit.
And, to be easy about all this, while buying groceries or having a hard conversation with someone in crisis, well, that’s the idea, and it takes getting used to. Patience. Support, if possible, and self-love, whether there’s support or not.
There have been a number of really paradigm altering meditations I have had, visions, I suppose they could be called, but really surprising meditations in which I did things with light I never thought to do, it was revolutionary to me but made such utter sense.
The meditations I want to focus on began with a technique Alba Weinman does on a client to clean her timelines of all influence of toxicity. I thought on that technique, and I applied it, using my adopted natal chart, going back to birth, and adopting that geometry, allowing two time lines to occur. I’m living the May 25 timeline now, and have been since my conversion, with breakthroughs from the old lifetime, as I have been calling it, not understanding until just this moment what I did. Oh my! Oh my. Isn’t that something. Huh. That explains a whole lot, actually.
Give me a minute.
Actually, you know what? I think that had been my intention the whole time I was doing that way-way back meditation.
Let me explain.
Holy shit. I’m some kind of time lord. Dayum.
Ok. I preface this by asking you a question. When we die, what happens? I know you have your thoughts, I will tell you mine, since this is how this kind of thing works. I think we go back to source, we’re always there, but we can become that essence, and then, with councils, with teachers, with guides, we sculpt a new life.
We re-write ourselves, a new character, we, the actor, and then, we come back into flesh, giving ourselves a star map of our soul’s intentions, desires, proclivities, challenges, and we take a breath, and begin forgetting we had anything at all to do with any of this bullshit. And God is shady. And love is dead. Some stay mad and confused and estranged from their maker, their creator, their source, the pic (partner in crime) all through their lives, and convince themselves that there isn’t magic afoot.
It’s a hard thing to believe, and a harder thing to accept, when your circumstances are unpleasant, dangerous or disheartening, right? The typical scene of, what would you ask God, and the answer is, why is there suffering?
See above. We forget. We get terrified, and we must figure out what it means. Sometimes, we turn mean, and things get ugly. We turn numb, and things go bleak. We don’t face our Selves, and go seeking for it in things or people. We are, many of us, deeply afraid, deeply hurt, and deeply confused.
Some have found unconditional love within themselves, and thus, shelter, refuge, and within those walls, I see how strong and shining they become. Some know how to banish fear. Some will not acknowledge it, and some laugh at it and tell it to be gone. Fear is the warp, the lie, the Tweaker God’s paradox, as we live in the culture of the ones who thrive in reverse polarity.
This is how it’s all shaken out for me. This sensation, this feeling I get, I know it as reverse polarity now. I have heard others refer to their body sensations from unseen energy or frequencies in similarly symbolic terms.
What I know as reverse polarity is a suck feeling, not a good one, and it has a warping effect. I have known this sensation since girlhood, and had been visited by entities holding that frequency very intensely, from the ages of 12 or 13, until adulthood. I finally banished it in 2012, using meditation and ceremony, and with them finally, once again, visiting me in the flesh. They don’t come around me anymore, nor does that specific energy, which is a relief to me, since it made me sick, and scared, when it was around, and would linger, reverberate, like a magnetic pulse, for weeks, and once, for a year.
I’ve always lived within this world of frequency, vibration, sound, light. I always have. I just didn’t have the will to explain it so clearly, all at once, like this, now.
So, this stuff is real, at least for me. SO much of this training, these last six years, have been to get used to simply having more access to information, while having pursuits that are good for me, though brand freaking new, and ultimately enjoyable, and trying to figure out how to further assist, in a way that is fun and meaningful to me.
OK, to what I did in meditation, using that scrubbing technique. I think I’m limbered up enough. This is a BIG ONE.
I liked what Alba did, taking this person to, and from, back , and forth, from the now moment to birth, and cleaning up all the hurt feelings, all the pain, the suffering she experienced, coating it all in this golden light which nothing can penetrate, and so, her days will be protected, she will be happy regardless of another’s behavior, she is safe and protected and guided in love forevermore.
Holy crap. That’s big.
So, I considered what I have done, the conversion I had on May 25, 2012, and how I have adopted this date and time (12:12pm) as my new expression, my new signature, something, someone, I really like and want to experience and embody. I have played with this for a few years, at eclipses, giving permission for DNA dispersal and rewriting, and so on.
So, I did it, in meditation. I have recently realized that Uriel and Raphael are always with me, their stars are part of my natal charts, figuring prominently in the narrative, and, they have helped me, (I see now, Raphael opening up my vision with green light, in January). Michael has always been with me, because I call on him a lot, so I called on all of them, and then Jesus, my Sananda, and together we did it.
The final wash, having gone from present through the past, and back again, three times, we were silent, reverent, standing around my crib.
We’ve done many times before, so there was this nice feeling of familiarity, and with Jesus on one side of the energy, and me on the other, I thought the crib would explode into light I brought to and through me. Instead, I went down and found myself face to face with this beautiful baby, stroking her/my hair, loving her, being there at that moment, and forevermore, never more than a breath away, all this light, all this love, all this mastery, all this skill, all this divine knowing, only a breath away, always. WE are all one.
And with that, I sent the geometries of the natal chart created by the May 25 event through a white stream, my life stream, and realized I would then actually be creating new probabilities, new realities, all that, so it might take a little getting used to, but to allow new responses to be ok by me, but further, this can be applied to the events after May of 2012.
Since then, it’s been different. I have been living that proof, and Sam has witnessed it. It’s been weird and confusing up close, I am sure, but my oh my, this lens makes a lot of things clear, don;t you think? Being ok with being new, allowing this to be real, allowing it to set as real, that was the message.
It is only now that I see how the synch up was on May 25, and why that light event happened that day. I don’t know why that particular day, but to have a date and time and place to be, when both timelines converge. Wow. Holy crow.
I wonder if this is how a new earth is created, not the one being talked about as The Event, just a better Earth while we transcend. It is entirely possible to go off planet with your light body, and that has been, I think, one of the points of the exercise. But, in the meantime, there is much to do to ease the suffering of many, and to stop the ones perpetuating this suffering.
For me, knowing masters surround all, now, but are most concentrating and loving those who are needing it, this fills me with relaxation and relief. It helps me trust, even when things are looking wonky.
What moved me to mark this day, is, this is the first day of my recent life that I haven’t woken up to the sudden and constant stream of problem solving going on, just a constant working on problems. It was ever present, and, today, this morning, it’s gone. Like a clean amputation.
I have had this experience before, with similar afflictions, but this was the Big Kahuna.
In my experience, the best way to handle such a thing, such an obvious absence of something you suddenly realize didn’t even really know was that big a presence, when it is gone, it’s good to agree with it. Like it.
When the weather inside your bio-suit clears up one hallowed day, the only rational thing to do is to enjoying the relief so much you let it be real for you.
Many times, it’s just, one day I knew it this way, now it’s not that way, and it’s for the better, something I have been puzzling on forever, usually. I’m a koan cracker, a code-breaker. Because I see myself that way, once I have an answer, I know not to go on puzzling. I know when it’s over, because problem solving is an imposition.
Well, I guess, as always, it’s best to take all this with a grain of salt. After all, I have no advanced degree, I am a single mom and a little goofy, when looked at from a certain lens. It’s only when you look at me with this one, held just this way, and then, oh momma, do the gifts come pouring out.
For those I didn’t lose from incredulity or skepticism, superstition or righteous indignation, I salute you. For those who read it with a “this is cool if you think of it as a sci fi thing” approach, thank you. For those of you who will now need to gather their socks because they shot across the room during the reading, hey, where y’all been?