An easy, fun and helpful discussion about writing, art, the primacy of personal experience, and the unbreakable thread linking it all up.
For those interested, here is the website for National Novel Writing Month! https://nanowrimo.org
An easy, fun and helpful discussion about writing, art, the primacy of personal experience, and the unbreakable thread linking it all up.
For those interested, here is the website for National Novel Writing Month! https://nanowrimo.org
DEEPLY AWAKE – An Empath, A Narcissist and Jesus Walk Into A Bar By Kathy Vik 9-8-18
I have had a prolonged silence, an interruption in expression, but this has been in place five months, now. I was given a simple explanation for the task at hand, but now that I have lived it out, I am stunned, once again, with the symbolic and benevolent nature of these otherworldly announcements, these personal, gentle and honest soul communications.
Without the warning, I wouldn’t have gotten all I needed out of the situation. Without the warning, I would have felt under siege, confused and abandoned. Although I am a lifelong skeptic, it just so happens that these messages I get are always reliable. Every time. I have never been lied to, messed with or tricked by my team. Ever.
Anyhow, this last period has been splendid, and more of a completion than I could have imagined. It’s not what I expected, but it’s everything I wanted. I recall visions I have had about this new time, when the sand clears from my vision as our gigantic sandstorm dies down, or as we move from a thick fog, or as our vision inexplicably goes from dim and distant to stunning and awe-worthy.
In a way, it is like that. I realize so clearly some core truths that I will refer to often, now that I finally see things for what they are.
A few years ago, Jesus came to me in a vision, to explain to me the main energetic problem of the times. I want to review it, and amplify it as I tell it from what I have been given this morning. It was much like the state I described above, where everything, literally everything is better, more solid and beautiful somehow, and yet it’s unexpected, un-envisioned, un-vision-boarded, and most decisively precisely opposite in many regards, that which was hoped for. And yet, it’s perfect, better suited to me than even I could have designed, because this structure is free of the blind spots my old structure took into account. This new one doesn’t have to. I am no longer blinded.
I had a meditation where I found myself a woman, in flowing coarse cloth, walking in between two other women similarly attired, each of us carrying surprisingly light, long clay pots. We were walking to the well to fetch water.
Up ahead, I saw him, and everything stopped for me. There, ahead of me, was Jesus. I knew this well before I was close. He glowed, somehow, a radiance coming from him that was intoxicating, and made my heart stop with longing and need.
I felt the curious sensations, the exquisite pain, as I imagined him living his daily life, needing this or that object, a piece of advice, a kind word, a show of support and adoration and acceptance. I realized, as this horribly, floridly vivid shearing pain seared my body and all my awareness, my face is not the face he will see each night, and my face is not what will greet him when he wakes, disturbed, rested, elated. I am not wanted. I am not this to him.
I felt such pain then… like nothing I had yet known. It was beyond hate, and it was beyond any love I had known, and all it could do, all I could do, was let it, consume me.
In a state of panic, feeling no possible release from this hatred for an unknown sister, and my shock and this overwhelming need and, yes, “love,” I cried out for help. In meditation I was stumbling around a black room suddenly, on fire with incurable, unfathomable pain.
Jesus appeared, to my left, just cool as you please, and said, “I can help you.”
He simply said, “Look at what is happening. It is the agreement of the age, and it causes a lot of problems.”
I looked onto that scene again, but instead of a desert scene, there were two human beings, two human forms. The one in complete adoration and terror was bending at her waist, and her crackling white column of considerable light was blasting Jesus.
Then he said, “Stand up.”
I saw the figure who had been bent over stand up, and as she did, her column was running straight up and down, smooth and white and happy, no longer bent, no longer so overpowering, no longer crackling.
He explained that this is the problem of the age, this running energy through others, rather than running straight up and down, as sovereign columns of light.
I saw the scene change then, and where once were these two, locked in a terrible struggle, there were many people, and they all were columns of light, all of them running straight up and down.
I turned to Jesus and said, I feel lonely. I don’t see how anyone is connected to anyone else, and although I like the idea, I don’t like the isolation. I feel so alone.
He smiled and he said, “Watch.”
His arm made a sweep of the place, and as he did, the place was filled with music, creativity, genuine affection, camaraderie, community, and the sharing was happening in colors, emitted from the white columns, streams of shining, crystal clear colors. It was no longer just verbal communication. What was happening was so complete, it felt so validating, there was no shame in the room, no false emotions whatsoever, and such inner peace.
I really thought I had unpacked this vision completely, having both written and recorded about it, and yet, just lately, I am understanding some fundamental truths which bear exposure and sharing. They are good thoughts, pure and true, and they are words of divine love, not the human distortion we have labeled love.
I’ll preface by telling you about an improbable thing that happened to me on the last eclipse of this triad, on August 11, 2018. It had been a scrambler, and so I spent it sitting in a forest, feeling quite undone, and strangely aware I was being put together somehow, just out of sight.
They were strong that day, with many signs and miracles, many creature visitors with messages, and at the end of a day of leisure, I headed for my car, parked a short distance away, at the base of a mountain.
I was told, toward the end of my walk, that at the bend, way down there, I would be stopping. I appreciated the abundant shade, and how close I would be, by then, to cold water and a comfortable seat. But there I was, at the end of that trudge, just coming into the shade, when a huge, and I do mean huge, bird flew past me, on my right, and winged into the tree immediately opposite me. A hedge of willow-like foliage 6 feet high separated us, but oddly, this humongous blue white bird creature was halfway up an old, massive spruce tree, in my center of vision.
Here’s a photo of my winged visitor…
At the time, I was only given words. Ibis. Phoenix. Traveler. Time traveler. Slipping through portals, like a ghost. Slipping through. Not of, not from. Apart and a part of every now.
It took me a while to garner all the gifts, but with a witness, and with contemplation and vision work, I understood, finally just who, or what that was. It is not native, and it is self-sufficient. It looked like a prehistoric bird, and its beak clacked a lot, as it opened and closed its ginormous snout-like beak. I did research, which confirmed the Egyptian roots to this visitor, which of course was the best way to finally, safely, happily relate to that energy within me.
But the punch line was, it visited to remind, to return to me, my beloved Cygnus, Deneb, the Ancient One, my home. My family had been visiting me, and it took a long time to finally get that. Once I did, I can assure you the love was thick and the celebration hearty, my gratitude once again a fountain, a gusher, of joy.
In nursing school I formulated the understanding that mental illness was mainly the disease of relationship, with self, with other, with “reality,” with Source, and almost incidentally, within social matrices. The life is impacted in certain ways when the bones or lungs or prostate are diseased, and the life is similarly impacted when the disease is relational.
I knew coherence, I could identify resonance with creator, with something so unimaginably pure and whole and good, since girlhood. This is one relationship which is immune to disease.
My work with Biological Decoding led me to realize it is the structure, the mainframe, which is diseased, because this physical reality construct is coded for conflict, pain, suffering, and silent despair. It are these events which trigger stop-the-world illnesses, accidents, injuries, and which have a hand in tooling chronic disease. All based in unconscious programming which is itself a song of discord, profound misunderstandings, separation and isolation.
Pretty much. I took a look a that, at the end of my Level One Biological Decoding training, and I realized, no one escapes this shit, some have their heads screwed on straighter than others, but every single one of us is effected by each other, by the conflicts we create and cure in each other, to our fundamental misinterpretations of self, of other, and of our creator. All of this is important to what was to come.
Awareness, consciousness, the willingness and ability to observe, these break the bonds of this thick, repetitive, tarry, wholly unconscious system. Conflicts disappear when seen from the level of their authors.
But being willing and able to see things from many points of view, this is a mark of an empath, a situational ethicist, and someone who can cut anyone slack. And this is a problem, when not mindful of how one’s own energy is running.
It has been said that this reality is one of service-to-self and service-to-others entities, or camps. And this seems far too often to be the case, since I think this is, in the end, the verbal shorthand for that vision I had, where I was bending and running all my awareness through someone else, for that moment utterly unaware of myself, and any greater reality. I existed, for those painful moments, only in relation to the OBJECT of my adoration, devotion and spectacular violence.
A service to others person will bend low and stay there, getting off on serving, getting off on sacrifice. And the one receiving this blast of energy? Oh, honey, that just makes a person lazy, dazed, dependent and weak.
Who, in this scenario, is the parasite, the “energetic vampire?”
This can only be answered, of course, within the context of the bending. Throughout my lifetime, I’ve had those around me who would only have me if I bent low and served. Jesus had me witnessing an inert Target for the blasting. However, many have become dependent on the power gradient requiring light dispensed. And many are specialists in making others bend very low indeed.
All that said, I’m describing my experience after a lifetime of having been tricked into the energetics of this kind of relationship, and I’ve been coerced, manipulated and threatened into bending low all my life, serving those who don’t deserve a second thought, simply because they manipulate.
As such, I can only report the experience of this unhealthiness from the point of view as the service-to-others role. The service-to-self stance was not my role this lifetime . It was my cross.
Even so, I would have to say it is the service to others person, the low-bender. And so, I stand and look at what Jesus gave me, this tableau so rich and meaningful and pregnant with meaning, and I laughed out loud, a couple days ago, awed at his depth and his respect, his trust and his certainty that I’ll get it, if I just keep at it.
I have heard it said that a narcissist’s core issue is with envy, described for clinical purposes as a primitive hatred, and that the empath’s core issue is that of pride, and their need to instill covert contracts involving “love.”
And yet, I as the lover, the adorer, the worshiper of Jesus, it was only in realizing I would never be a chosen one, that I was in no way special to him, that I turned to that envy, and the pain began. I rejoiced in how free and full my love was, until I realized I could not possess, I did not perhaps even want to be touched, I could not have access. It never dawned on me to consider whether I’d sought his consent, of course. And with that imagined abandonment, the hatred ate at me like acid.
Am I describing love? Narcissism? Devotion? Mental Illness?
Or is it instead a lesson, from someone who demonstrates mastery, about energetic management, ease of function, and inner peace?
What I do know is I am glad I have teachers who think higher than I can, and are willing to send me birds, and pictures, and messages which soothe as they instruct, because they bring things together, they bring with it the relief only mercy can, and they are so personalized that to deny them, at this point, would be a a torture from which I could not recover.
I know myself to be that ibis, that crane, that phoenix, that portal slipper, that traveler.
I know myself to be a friend of Jesus, who helps me when my thinking gets jammed up, or when I am about to hit a rough patch, or need a guardrail in my thinking.
I think what Jesus meant, when he told me that this bent up stuff was the problem of the age, what we are getting over, I think what he meant was something I couldn’t access until recently. I felt recognition when I first saw him on the dirt path. And that first spark of recognition ignited into a torrent of unbridled identification and selfish sacrifice that ran right into him, and this may very well have been my energy, my spark, my intention. I realize now that what was completely discarded was me.
As I bent and sucked and blasted, I did not exist. All that did exist was him. In that primitive place of bonding, well, it is a holy temple, after all. There is nothing like staring into an cherished infant or lover’s eyes and feeling the whirl of two galaxies merging. And yet, in that swirl of recognition, of relief, of HOME, if there is an abdication, a forgetting, then a fracturing occurs.
Maybe what he was trying to say is that we have forgotten or selves. The command was to stand up, and in so doing, the loneliness and isolation I felt was like pin pricks, it took my breath away, and I felt ice where I had been on fire.
He had to show me just how connected I actually am with every “living” thing. In standing up straight, I was able to feel ALL of it, not just one cherished person’s reality. I realized I wasn’t having my experience THROUGH another, I was having MY OWN experience.
The trouble of the age, huh?
All that smack about finding your one true love, all that talk about the brass ring, making it, succeeding, being number one?
I know how competitive, how nearly homicidally enraged I was at not being Jesus’ eye candy, hand holder, platitude spewer. In that state, I wasn’t good for much. All I wanted to do was brush his hair and tell him everything was gonna be ok, and I wanted him to make the world go away and braid my hair.
Not healthy. But very understandable.
Just think of the way we think of relationships, crushes, marriage, commitment, and how these concepts translate so very poorly at present, the trampling and abdication of free will being the hot potato of all conflict, and I think it’s safe to say that this culture doesn’t have state of the art judgment when it comes to relating to each other.
I am realizing more and more that standing up means letting every single person have their own interpretation, their own reality. Living my belief that everyone has a team, that no one is disconnected, but that everyone feels they are, these concepts shoot competition, comparing, envy and pride dead.
This core concept of free will is no small thing.
And so I think I will end this with this free will concept. We hear that the ET’s have a rule of non-interference, because they abide by free will. And yet, I am living proof that it’s not considered cheating to have a relationship with my source of all good, and some of Source’s representatives are indeed ET, as am I, and as are you, most likely. My intention is my will. Those who thwart or do not recognize my free will are engaging in the trouble of the age, as I had, as we all have.
What is required now is not to puzzle the whys anymore. The time of cleverness and coherent explanations are part of my DNA now, a bass note in the riffing I do now. There is a bigger wisdom now, which informs my thoughts, guides my actions and moves my reality, now. It’s one in which I, me, myself, am actually part of the equation. The restoration is in connecting with the only true source of knowledge, wisdom, truth and light for me. I’m only talking about me, here.
I realize that in my wounded places, this inauthentic, plastic, battered self is always present, and I do think that with time it is she who is being healed and welcomed home to rest. This scared one, constantly measuring the impact of every word that is said. In a room of twenty talkative people, you can imagine how much is being processed, now. It is no longer possible to run my energy splayed like that anymore, a harried mother, a constant gardener, seeking out disharmony like they are weeds. Just because I can soothe it, I try, while stumbling and bleeding on the sharp corners of other people’s minds. I gave myself away to the pained, the worried, the angry, the punitive, abandoning and denying myself.
It’s time to re-adjust.
Of course, it is that scary place of loneliness which must be addressed to close, that weird, faintly clinical place I felt once I stood up straight. I felt disconnected, even though I was, at long last, finally actually reconnected with nourishment.
It felt different. It was not intense. It was gentle. It felt complete. It felt quiet. Not sterile, and not scary, really, just very quiet, still, pleasantly so. This was before the colors, before the new kind of connecting. And it is this place, this odd place of pseudo-disconnection which I am popping out of now. I want to explore this new way of communicating more fully, more comprehensively, and more safely than has ever been possible.
So, I am standing up straighter more often, now, and I am more keenly aware of the triggers which create that bond of servitude, of false connection, of panic and forgetting and need. I know that place well. But it is a full on pain event feeling even glimmers of it now, and I intend to keep it that way. There are some experiences which I want to remain awful, so that I can avoid them, just by their fetid odor, knowing it is then I must apply my awareness to something far greater than a bogus, adrenaline fueled interpersonal threat.
Obviously that has always been the point, to not be disabled around behaviors which, for me, act like huge magnets, knocking out my signal, rendering me a gray rock, or a quivering mass of anxiety, or apoplectic with righteous indignation. Whatever the affective state or behavior cluster, I have termed this state being disabled, because I check out, and a false self goes through the motions. I notice that the effect can be massive or weak, but the disablement is real. I’ve actually complained about it, noticed it, for a while now, and until this time, I didn’t understand it is nothing but a trauma response, a coping strategy, a glitch in the wiring. I am aware that some of the healing is on a neuro-biologic level, and this I have given permission for since the beginning. The point, for me, is ascension, which is, for me, DNA activation, waking up, coming to, becoming functional, shaking off the nonsense.
Well, as always, I intended to stop a while back, but the words poured out and I enjoyed every minute of it.
I guess the way I really should end this is in telling you how much peace I am feeling by simply owning who I am, what I have become, how I understand stuff, and how I approach life.
The most disowned and abandoned part of myself, Deeply Awake, has stood by, stalwart and sure of herself, as I have argued and protested and denied this part of me. And at the end of this long road, I have come to see this is the most fundamental of clues that something is off.
That is the original fracture, right there. And as my original sin, my doubt, burns off, as my shame falls away, as my suspicion crumbles, I am feeling, finally, sated and well-loved. By whom? By me, the totality of me, which includes me personality, me the traveler, me the author, and me the inner child. But more. By me the silver goddess, me that shining, gold light I know as God, me as earth, me as creatures around me, as the weather, and circumstance this hour.
The blah-blah, the general warning has always been, well, I know I am going to be dragged into it again, so I’m glad I left a bread crumb like this. But now, it’s really now that way, anymore. I know it is a choice, if I bend low and blast. I know it is a choice if I pick an argument with my God, and by extension, my reality. I know it is envy and pride which keeps me in service, in fear and in distress. I know it is that divine love from Source, innervating all, that brings be and keeps me in balance, in good humor, and in hope. And I know it is in talking, sharing, giving, that I rise, spitting in the eye the monsters I have had a hand in strengthening, because I was bored, and didn’t know any better, until, one day, I did.
A fun and highly esoteric talk that is as accessible as it is ground-breaking, this talk is mainly about energetic management.
I didn’t mention an important part about the field management I witnessed while on a park bench, and was then given more information and further demonstrations of. It is a foundation, so it’s best to have it in writing.
The energy which surrounds those in my fields is NOT entirely mine.
My agreement was that THEY are now, and have always been, in charge of the delivery of juice. I am a conduit, like an energetic windmill.
What is now gone are my misunderstandings around this. It never was MY energy being given — or “taken by” — others. Since these demonstrations and explanations, I see that I have relinquished my belief I am running the show, in a way. I am able, now, to simply defer to the larger energies around/within/through me.
It is this that directly interfaces with others, now more freely than ever, and at no more personal expense. In fact, I am benefitted by the encounter, whatever that might be, as it is this larger energy that we are both accessing. The little me benefits, and is able to defer or surrender in a way I simply couldn’t before
I see this as unplugging from the agreement to run energy through each other’s fields, something Jesus demonstrated to me very early on, that ours is to begin to trust things enough to simply stand up straight, and run our energy up and down, through the earth and the cosmos, rather than through our brothers and sisters.
I have recently been managing more data than ever before,, and this video describes how all of this can and does translate into a peaceful, serene, fun and deeply awake life.
I hope it finds you curious, and leaves you satisfied, excited and more certain of your own vitality and strength than ever before.
REPRINT: THE GROUP – 5.16.13 Channelled by KATHY VIK
MARCH 28, 2016 / DEEPLYAWAKE/KATHY VIK / EDIT
Author Note: I discovered this today, and the timing, of course, could not be better. It is written largely in parable form, it is cajoling and familiar, as they have not been for a time. It’s from 2013, but as I read, I understood that one of the purposes for having written it was for it to be reread today, on the Monday after Holy Week, 2016. I hope it finds you well.
THE GROUP – 5.16.13
We have allowed you to visit the great sky as we take on this task, this at hand, to speak to your friends, the ones who we are wishing to remind and touch and love. We love. We must, for this is the all. It is the only language, it is what give the sounds your lovely ears sense, it gives utterances the light of love, that which conveys meaning.
We wish you to consider a phonograph and its needle.
The needle does not know that which it will touch, that which it will glide across. It knows its function is to touch a surface, and in so doing, a sound is produced.
Can you imagine if the needle, the phonograph needle, had consciousness? Would it have favorite songs it likes to hear?
At first, the little needle may not understand that it is when the black disc is lowered onto its feet, then sound occurs.
Many days may pass before our needle understands fully that this black groove might be what is actually making the music.
More days to understand that it is the interaction of needle to black disc which produces sound.
More days to see, to feel, to finally take for granted, dear one, TAKE FOR GRANTED, that when black disc touches self, touches needle, that what occurs is actually very pleasant.
The needle spent the first few weeks out of its box feeling banged up and unnecessarily rubbed up against. Some of its finer crystals slip off, each and every time a black disc comes close, and for some time the needle feared the disc because of this, feeling this was somehow a true and grievous and unfair and cruel diminishment, and not understanding that this diminishment was actually just the removal of debris, the slow and steady removal of which, made the music all that more sweet.
Please understand the joy this little, conscious needle felt, yes, loved one, FELT, the day, it was a bright winter day, when the needle had yet another encounter with a big black disc, and this time, when the rubbing and gliding and sound happened, the needle felt the music.
Feel the joy and the bliss this little one knew, when its being understood the sheer triumph contained in the Ode to Joy! The divine bliss in Handel’s Hallelujah Chorus! The deep understanding and celebration of Lenny Kravitz as he belts out “Mama Said!” Yes, that day was a great one, that moment, that perhaps two seconds of comprehension, the moment the needle really heard this music, understood its beauty, for the very first time. Oh! What a moment!
Do you think the understanding and the joy and learning ended the moment our little fellow heard a snippet of music?
Oh, I can assure you, this task that used to chafe and anger the needle became a pleasurable one, one he anticipated wholeheartedly, and engaged in eagerly, and celebrated with sheer joyful abandon! This is because the needle began to anticipate the fun and joy and creativity it was presented with!
And the needle, bless its soul, the needle began LEARNING the tunes.
And then, the needle became anxious.
Our little needle liked certain music more than others.
It spent so many months, a lot longer than his training, his first few days out of the box, he spent most of his life, really, just putting things together, enjoying the music and humming along.
Then one day, something happened.
Something very unusual, to the needle. The needle had gotten very comfortable with his routine and had even gotten a little bored.
Yes, it began to recognize what sort of music it’d be hearing for a half an hour just by the look, the feel of whatever disc got plopped down, sure, it would then hunker down and say, “Ah, yes, well I knew it would sound something like this…”
It even got to be a bit of an expert. Of course, it’d never really spent any time around any of its kind. It didn’t even know if any other such things as it existed! Sure, it was always hearing other music, sometimes real close, sometimes very faintly, sometimes lots of music, sometimes not very much, but, sure, there was this other sound, but what of it? It never dawned on him, of course, that needles were touching black grooved discs, producing sounds from other record players. Oh my gosh, thinking such a thought? No, no sir. It just didn’t seem applicable to the needle. It was an abstraction, and it never gave it a whole lot of thought.
Such was the life of our little needle.
But, you must understand, this needle had been a diligent one.
He was in his own little box, in the factory he went right into his pretty box, and he went from there to the phonograph. Do you see? So he had figured out his purpose as best he could, given the stimulus and the understanding that had been available to him, already in the package so to speak.
There came a day when the owner of the record player decided to rearrange things a little bit. Of course, the needle did not like this too much, did not understand why it had not been consulted, since it, all by itself, had become convinced awareness was correct: it, this needle, was single-handedly creating all this music for its room.
It had gotten comfortable with its surroundings, our needle, and, when the lid was cracked, never something it could anticipate but something it always, always, always loved, it got to peek and see a few things. Movement, color, voices. And always the other sounds, the other music, in the background.
But all it really knew, when it’s all said and done, that it loved one thing best, this grand event that somehow make it feel like more than a little needle, when those black grooves came close, touched it, and then, it could sing again.
So, there came a day when the owner of the house felt it was time to rearrange things. She’d bought a new stereo system, and needed to rearrange a few things.
The needle was put into its box, and this darkness, and stuffiness, well, it worried the needle. The needle had enjoyed the peeking, the movement and lights and excitement. It had loved learning and assimilating new things.
And now it was dark. And our little needle was more lonely, somehow now more lonely now, than ever before, in an existence which the needle began to think, there alone in its box, had been a pretty solitary and selfish one.
Above all, you see, love, oh, our dearest love, the needle missed the music.
There in the box, the needle began to put a few things together.
In the dark, there was not a lot to do.
The dark extended before it, and the needle decided to just allow this new phase. There in the dark, it started doing something that surprised and then, began to delight it.
It began to sing all by itself.
It found that it could do so, just by remembering, remembering its most beloved music. It had wanted more and more and more of the beautiful stuff, the stuff it loved, and it remembered how it had once wanted to find a way to direct what music it played, so it only ever listened to Bach, for all its remaining days.
And so our needle sang to itself.
The needle thought that this would never end, so of course, melancholy would visit. Disappointment, longing, these became companions for the needle, there alone, in its box.
And then, one day, there was light.
That’s all the needle knew. One day there was darkness, and one day, there was once again light.
Imagine the needle’s surprise!
Do you know what happened, what greeted the needle when it was taken out of its box?
There, the needle rode, in a soft pink hand. It was gently and lovingly placed in a holder, just as before, only now, it felt a beautiful joining with this record player, a fusion of sorts. It felt sort of like it was part of the whole thing. Odd, the needle thought. Odd indeed.
And then it saw its black disc, and the needle was filled with such a sudden and deep and true joy, that it swooned, because, there on the disc was the label of our little needle’s most cherished tune. Right there, coming toward it once again, flying now, here comes “Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring.”
This is what we want you to know.
At the moment of contact, when old needle, somehow newly regenerated, feeling brand new, once the needle physically approached that grooved disc, flew closer and closer and closer still, it could already hear the song.
And when the song began to play, it was nothing like the needle was accustomed to.
You see, while the needle was in the box, much had been done to the house, and to the record playing system, to the speakers, all of it, and now, the needle was firmly and forever a grand, integral part of it all! And, do remember, that there in the dark, our needle had chosen to keep active, and to seek out its truest joy, and it learned how to sing, there in that cramped box, in the dark!
The needle had always been correct to understand and appreciate its value, because without the music, the home would be dead. There would be no music, no joy, no communication, no love.
But the record player which formerly housed the needle had had its day. It was old, and the speakers, though adequate, were not state of the art, and the owner just got real tired of scratchy music.
So, the record player our little needle was so lovingly enjoined with, fused with, well, this record player had much different abilities than that old system.
The music this player could broadcast could be heard by anyone on earth, and it could be heard by very distant peoples on distant planets!
The music could be heard by whole groups of people, weirdly, strangely, to the needle’s way of thinking, at least initially, broadcast somehow in its entirety, to great groups of people.
Now, you can imagine, there was much in front of the needle to do. This needle was a music lover, and its time in its factory box had heightened all of its senses, including its will.
The needle learned quite rapidly that this new system had a cooperative nature, and if the needle thought about it just right, and held a very grateful heart, the music it most loved would be presented to it for its pleasure!
This alone soothed the last of the needle’s discouragement and anger at having spent so many long days in its box, without music.
What we wish for you to appreciate with this analogy is that you are needle, black disc, record player, house owner, composer, musician, recording engineer, record factory and listener.
You are not singular.
You are part of a new cooperative.
You may ask for what delights you, and it is our delight to provide this to you.
Think of your ego as the needle. It has a purpose, and if it does its purpose fully, mindfully, and with great joy and creativity, it has a great time, and the system really only works when the needle takes full responsibility for this: the needle is the only way in which the very music of the spheres can be heard here on your planet.
Everyone has this set up.
The records are not scratchy. It is impossible for these recordings to become corrupted, and now, dear one, you sense the power in this analogy.
Now you see just what it is we are telling you.
You yourself are the diamond light through which all is transmuted, all potential, into sound, which is light and love. Sound begins and ends all. Sound contains all. Sound is all. We can say this is true as well about spin, about love, about integrity, about balance, but today, our focus is here, on sound.
You have within you the diamond needle with which you can play any Akashic record you wish to play. You dwell in a home which delights in being filled with the sounds of the ancients, and the sounds form home itself.
Through the dark nights of your soul, through your nights in the box, your days in confusion and suffering, your years in the desert, these were necessary, to tune you to a more clear sound picture.
Do you think you were left alone while in your factory box?
You remember our analogy of the farmer and the bean, all his little covered pots of sprouting beans, each one thinking they were going to get eaten, each wanting to be with The Others, because they beans prefer to be together when being consumed, all the time unaware the purpose of the dark and of the water in which it rode was not to boil, but to germinate!
But as the lid went down, and as the darkness closed in around the bean, the needle, the human being, something was happening.
We told you of the null zone.
We told you of the three days of night. Three nights and days, full nights and days, of nothing, null, the void itself. We told you how the Pueblans understood it and have made entire cities which can run independent of the man made grid, for they needed, wanted to be ever aware of the old ways, and they liked the reminder of the days to come which they could drive their trucks through, which their children and puppies could kick up dirt within. You and your loved one visited such a place, and you stood there in deep remembrance of this very time, my love.
This null zone, you have passed it.
We told you it was magnetic, did we not?
We chuckle, as you grin, as you see the absolute fun in all of this, as the personalities and faces and responsibilities swirl and soar, and each of us plays these roles gladly, from time to time, wearing different quits, telling ourselves vastly different stories about where we came from, what we once knew to be true, and what we now know to be a bigger, more inclusive, happier and more satisfying truth. Just for ourselves.
You see now how this meld is entirely possible while you are doing your laundry? Oh she’s got it! Oh she’s Got It! And she let[’s everyone see her do it.
Oh we have a clever one here.
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And you did not have to hunker down in the dark for three nights and for three days, not literally.
You see now many of our teachings were said in a literal tone never to be taken literally. You were not yet advanced enough to take this in whole. No one was, love, no one.
The null zone has indeed been passed.
Now, what did we tell you of the time after the null zone, do you remember? Quiet, listen to this music, and remember, love, because we are here. Acquaint yourselves once again with this knowledge.
AND THEN WE ASK, AFTER THIS TIME, THAT YOU AGAIN STEP ASIDE, AND BE IN THE STARS , AS WE HAVE INSTRUCTED, SO THAT WE CAN CONTINUE. (caps went on “by accident” sorry…. I am going away now…)
Of course we are from the Seven Sisters, as are you, but love, we are from the stars beyond, each but one set of incarnations, one set of instructions, one glorious assignment we gave ourselves, one after another.
This has been going on as long as you think. There is no beginning, there is no end, and so this focus, the blue planet you have longed for, of course this is where you feel resonance, because we are entangled, we you, you we. So you can call this Pleadian, sure, but it is so much vaster than this.
We are what you have termed The Teachers, but we are part of a group of energies which were allowed to expand, and we thank you and your collective for this.
We said we would not be back, and in certain ways, we are not, as how you knew us was through the filters of another grand and true soul sister. Your brother/sister. We are one.
We tell you now of the time after the null zone, a time you have fretfully passed from.
This time is one of newness. It is no accident you pulled only one major arcana card, and it the fool, and it ‘covering’ you. You, and your friends, are freshly birthed in so many many ways.
You know you hear the music of the spheres. You know a new balance and integrity. You know little of the fear and panic gripping hearts. It is a reality for many. But there are now ones on this earth who do not resonate in the old way, no, not at all.
This will create many quite humorous and enjoyable situations, and not one of them will cause any one of you giants one bit of harm, for you now wield a special balm which covers any sting your simple words contain for those who slumber.
You know now that it is fine to completely miss the point of what is happening, because to understand takes a lifetime of devotion.
And now, the part we love.
Get used to relinquishing ALL EXCLUSIVITY FOR THIS VIBRATION.
Forever please we ask you forever abandon the notion that you are in any way special, in any way at all, please, for the love of all that is holy, we pray. You dwell in the knowledge, in the joy, in the happiness, of knowing yourself as you do. And that is all. And that is all. And that is all.
And dear one, understand, it is all there is to do. You have done all there is to do.
Do you understand?
Your job, from the point forward, is to give away the keys to the kingdom, without ever saying a word.
We urge you to still your tongue and let your other abilities come to the fore now.
We speak to each readers heart now. Each reader, each old one, hear us and feel us, and wonder if perhaps it might be true for you, too.
No longer must you study so slavishly, though we do enjoy speaking through the materials you choose. How can we not? We are in love with you. We must touch you. We are touching you now. We love you into stillness now.
You may drive and think on the image we have given you, and each of your readers will come to conjure up a handy image that takes them swiftly into bliss.
There is something there for each that has been brewing, cooking, readying, and has indeed been delivered, just overnight, as they say.
This is another reason we ask you to do this daily, just for a time. These solar blasts are mighty, and so are the gifts they contain!
Each of you are now connected to us. There is no longer the filters which kept our whispers silent. Can you hear us? You hear the buzzes, you feel the plucking, you all get the headaches. We soften as you soften, loved ones.
Do you see?
So sometimes, the context is someone who is hungry and wants to have a bite of your apple. You need not deliver a sermon, or even say a word. You hand over the apple.
Sometimes the context is your writing a novel, passing a pill, telling a joke, petting a cat, calling someone who you sense may be in fear or pain.
Do you see how easy this gets for our needle?!?
You need not light incense and put on the pretty music, although we prefer it, as you wish. Always and forever and a day, as you wish. Consider that our heart song to yours. As you wish.
You need not cloister yourself further. Consider the doors of your home, your heart, your very fields! forever open to friends and family, and everyone encounter, everyone, everyone, everyone, is a friend, and everyone you encounter, everyone, everyone, everyone, is family.
And those now entering your fields, from this time on, they simply sense that in your presence, there are certain expectations of conduct. Expectations need not be met. But when they are, oh does the dancing get hot! Sweaty! Orgiastic! One your side and on our side of the veil. Your work can be quite sedate, dear ones, as sometimes it still must be, but do not doubt that when there is mutual respect, when others sense that you offer only peace, and they need not feel shame near you, oh does everyone rejoice!
That’s why you climbed the mountain.
That’s why it hurt so bad.
That’s why you often felt like nothing.
Sing the song of the shameless, the blameless, the guiltless, the fearless.
There is power in shedding this gift of your fathers, a gift you meticulously and methodically and with great love and foresight gave yourself, if truth be told!
But it is gift from a male energy that is unbalanced, that chose to be deaf to the proclamations of love that were never spoken clearly, anyway.
This is an old gift, and you know the importance of honoring a gift, any gift, any gift at all is sacred, and it is profound, and it is deep. Any gift.
And this one was such that without it, you would not be sitting here tapping on this keyboard, mapping out a very interesting future.
So, how is it after the null zone? Do you remember now?
We told you that nothing artificial would remain. Of course, you took that quite literally, as did the Pueblans, as you yourself incarnated and interpreted it, on the plains of New Mexico, and then visited with that beautiful entity who loves you so very dearly. You stood on the very dirt of your family estate with her! Ah! The symmetry!
Do you think you are alone on these grand adventures? Oh silly one! Why do you think we are writing this day, why posting this seems more important to littlemind than going and getting your chores done?! It is because others’ time lines are also closing within their consciousnesses, and you are so verbal, and a little pushy, and pretty opinionated, truth be told, and far too coarse, you must work on that. But, really, come on, honestly now, do you think you’re so special that you’re the only one in the universe who is experiencing this.
Now we have you laughing.
It’s the same damn thing we had to repeat to you again and again all through puberty.
That’s why it’s so familiar.
As was the language, and we thank you for your tolerance of your love of appropriate profanity.
Back to life after the null zone, and then we will end, yes? This is a complex one. Fun, though.
We told you that nothing artificial would remain. Nothing that was not natural could be sustained. It would be vanished. It would just be gone, and you’d have to figure out how to get along without it.
We reminded you, did we not, twenty years ago, to ready for the null zone? Be ready for the time when nothing artificial remains.
Do you remember our first, our primary admonishment, to always be honest? Recall now why we said what we did.
We told you there had been an alignment, a shift, and as such, it would be increasingly impossible to hide anything about yourself.
We helped you, week by week, to learn the ways of true honesty, of true shamelessness, of true acceptance, and we showed to you in all of our encounters just how valuable you were, in all your affected and really pretty convincing victimhood and sadness. The homesickness, that needed to be addressed. It was a bit of a malfunction, truth be told, but most of the first wave have it, so this is another reason we are here. To help calm the nerves of the oldest and bravest warriors among us. You. Your readers. The rainbow tribe elders. The ancients, we like to call you. Makes you feel good, we know But it feels good because you know in your ancient heart that it is true and right and straight and pure to say this word in connection with you. You know it to be true, and so it is.
And so it is.
This was the reason we came to visit you, love, because, dear one, you decided to bury your great light, and you were needing to remember how to unbury yourself. You set it up that your burdens would be too great for you yourself to carry. Do you understand now why you know what you know, and have known what you have known? Is it beginning to make sense?
There is not one reader with their eyes on this page, at this point, who has not been just a breath away from leaving this earth, many times, most of you, many times, and it was always surprising to you when you came back, and yet it was never really in doubt, was it?
Most of the daredevils did it consciously. The poets did it metaphorically. The religious ones did it through addiction, many times. And many of you did it while you slept, loved ones.
These were simply journeys your consciousness had to make to get you comfortable with the notion that there is no death, to own this on a cellular level. You understand about the stability of your own soul as a result, and you would not have really understood this had you not flirted with your own annihilation quite so much.
Many of you lived out the termination sequences again and again, and were more than ready to assist in the termination which was a possibility.
Remember, those who know of the termination codes also appreciate the codes to activation and active, full on ascension.
But none of you had to do it, and each of you are deeply gratified that the destroyers did not have to once again plunge this experiment into stasis, waiting once again for another chance.
Because there really was no chance like the alignment, and there as no other way. It was a decision point, a turning point, and the beginning of your lives now.
Remember, you of the first wave, that you are of the earth, but you are not from the earth. You came in to help. You came in to do this thing. You came in to hold the awakened DNA, and then pass this awakened state to others through magnetic induction, and the very power of love itself.
Your bodies are beacons of divine love, whether you want to cop to it or not.
Get used to it.
It is funny to us seeing this management you have done with so much grace and humor, riding these understandings, playing with us and yet going to work, conducting business, satisfying people who do not conceive of these ideas, who would cry if you spoke of them, who would be quick to anger and dread.
The thing is, we instructed you well, and you understand now that this is the time for the first wave. It is now occurring. We have much to say about this. We gave you a parable last night. We will stop dictation soon, but rest assured, yes, finally, the information which you handily forgot about the days after the null zone, this information is now available. There was a reason of your amnesia, and we wish to explain it before we sign off. Before this we will say – this is the day of loose ends. Do not attend to these, your own looses end in anger, fear, dread or resentment. Do each joyfully, find fun in each unpleasant task you have preconceived as unpleasant. Many of them on your schedule today are highly so. But these are your assignments. Start remembering our heart prayer to you, as you wish, dear ones, all.
Now. Where were we…We speak of your amnesia.
You have been disappointed and worried because there is much you do not recall about our talks. So be it. Do you recall what we told you about your home planet? We wish for you to end with this because we think that the readers will get a kick out of it.
We listened to your fervent pleas, to tell you all about where you come from. Your longing was so heartbreaking, magnificent, such a burning we felt from you, lighting you up so. We loved you so very much during those deep days of despair. We know that being around us was all that mattered to you, and being apart has been painful. We love you and want you to know we never really left you, we just have not been able to be experienced by your senses, such as they were. Now you know this is true, and that this is the difference in consciousness, the key to so much.
And the amnesia we allowed to settle onto our words is the same amnesia you have for your home.
We told you that it was called the blue planet.
We told you it was beautiful.
And we told you we could tell you no more.
Oh how we wished to give you more, but remember what we said to you, our reason for our gift of silence, dear friend.
We told you that if you knew more than its color and its incredible beauty, you would remember too much, your longing would overtake you, and you wouldn’t stay.
Do you understand the profundity of what we said to you that afternoon?
We leave you with that, we each and every one who ever reads these words, and every one who does not, who turns away, in disinterest or fear or revulsion, each and every one of your now, the changelings.
We leave in the arms of an angel who loves you only as your ancient mother can. How can she be apart from you now, after all this time? How can she really leave you now, now that you can hear, now that the stereo system is wired for sound for the entire universe, and the very needle making the heavens sing is within your forever open, grateful, loving, tender, soft, giving, generous, heart.
Dear one, you may be the needle, but your DNA is everything else that was described.
And one by one the lights are coming up, there are all sorts of phonograph players sounding out, and the music, the beauty of this music, it is nearly deafening.
But not enough to be able to bend into your ear right now, and speak to the part of you that knows us as yourself. Let us whisper, speak, love you now and forevermore.
Thank you for what you have done for us, and for yourself.
A fun video greeting from the land of recovery, I offer my thoughts on starting over, the new energy and how it is helping us clear the stuff that trips us up, and other subjects in a way that is soft, helpful and not too complex. I hope you enjoy!
As referenced, Kryon’s latest channel, entitled “Akashic Evolution”
A free=flowing talk about a wide range of topics essential to the internal ascension process, as I have been experiencing it.
Lately, the issue of narratives has presented itself, resolving into a stronger and stronger awareness of vastness, in real time, allowing each their own experience, even if it is at odds with me.
Astrology is part of this offering, but it has come alive for me, and I’d like to demonstrate how that’s done. A meek offering, but astrology helps me understand root causes, and to not take it all that seriously.
A fascinating talk which I hope comforts people and allows them to go further still, in their internal and eternal adventures.
This was the background music:
For my loved ones on Thanksgiving.
I feel deeply grateful today, and really, every day, but I am glad that we have decided that there can at least be one day a year set aside for remembering goodness, remembering gifts, remembering, even, that we might have had a hand in all this magic.
I hold nothing but love for the people at this table. The stories which we always tell, the narrator the star, the other as hero or villain, or both, or neither, these stories have changed in rhythm and depth for me lately.
The childhood I once knew is not the one I now carry in my heart. In this heart, I know of some struggle and trouble, sure, and it seems the trickier things have faded into a gentle hum that very rarely disturbs, especially on a day like today.
I know you now, my family, and while sheltering here awhile, you I see as great energetic giants.
I have come to know myself as a bigger light than I’d guessed, and yet, I am small, I am but one now, here, in company.
We, each of us, are brilliant diamonds, and I could not have chosen a better group of people to push, and be pushed against, all these decades.
Each of you has had to be stronger than you can appreciate. We set up so many dances, so many trials, and each one of them proved that you were here deliberately, on purpose. You showed up, and you did well, even if your job was to sit on your hands while I ran blindly into walls.
You did well.
I know that what is here, in front of us this day, is a tasty, earnest symbol of love, tenderness, and forgiveness. It is a table heavy with pleasure and kindness and generosity and delight and high regard.
I could not have ended this run on a sweeter note.
But the solstice is soon. A solstice I have been waiting for, that we all have been waiting for, consciously or not.
I know this to be the beginning to a new way of appreciating every day, and that entails, I think, coming to see every day as if it is Thanksgiving.
If that’s a decision I make, to live in vivid thanks, would it be such a bad thing? if I chose to make every day Thanksgiving?
In any case, with these new eyes of mine, I can appreciate gifts and needs in my family I couldn’t before, and I hope you find this change inside me translates into you knowing ever more gentleness, more forbearance from me.
This is, after all, a family, so there will always be times when we are too much for each other, but even that can be recognized in love, in humor.
I think about how everyone is deepening and strengthening in front of me, and I want to share what it was like to watch Sam dance last week. It was the biggest blessing I’ve ever received, and I want to share it as a reminder of how important it is to never assume that what you think about someone is true.
What he did proved to me that I need to listen and obey, more and more, the guidance within me. On this matter, it says, Let people tell you what they know to be true. Let them show you who they are. Make it safe for the one before you. Allow them to know how accepted they are.
Do it well enough, and maybe someone like Sam will risk giving you something rare and stunning. And if that happens, you will know you have attained a tender and soft heart which speaks to those you love.
Sam said that for a couple of weeks he had this urge to dance. I can remember him talking about it, but neither of us did much in the way of follow through. Through the weeks, he would mention his seemingly random urge, and I would lazily tell him he should look up Tai Chi on youtube, or look up dance classes close to home.
So much for my mothering skills, poor kid.
This ended last week, right at bedtime, one night. Sam again said that he was really urged to dance. He said he needed to do it right now. We decided to record him doing it.
He picked out his favorite song for it, a Celtic lullaby.
The music started, the camera started, and Sam began.
Fluidly, with a singularity and sweet strength that was as ancient as it was new to me, this boy began to sway and move. His arms moved in a way that was nothing less than poetic, lyrical. His movements glided, and then, here, in his arms, he held the earth, loved it, balanced it, and sent it away.
I could see him turn into this old old man, with long white beard, bald, long white back-of-the-head-hair, long fingernails, white diaper type thing, rocking on this leg, now, steadily, moving slowly and purposefully and joyfully, now that leg, now hold, now move, now release, now bless.
This was an amazing event I was watching. If you’ve ever watched brilliant Kung Fu, or Tai Chi masters, or someone speaking the Light Language, you know what I am talking about. Such grace! He was ancient! He was blessing the earth, letting the earth bless him.
It was intimate and it was universal.
Toward the end, I just kept thinking, “My god, this kid is a magician,” over and over again.
Then he was done. He had felt his heart beat fast while doing it, he told me, and he said he was told, “Just go with it,” and he did, and he was fine.
He looked exhilarated, altered, really relieved, proud, and happy. And then, twelve-year old that he is, he sat down and started playing Minecraft again. Business as usual.
But that night, right before he drifted off, I thanked him for that dance, and I told him, I kept thinking about this Asian dude when you were dancing. I asked him if he’d like me to describe what I saw, so I went into detail, what his fingernails looked like, the other-worldly feel of him, his eyes half closed. I described it all.
Sam, just as matter of fact as anything, said, “Oh, yeah. That’s who I used to be. He was like Jesus, but it was a really really long time ago.” And then he rolled over and, boom, he was fast asleep.
Until last week, I didn’t know I was living with an ancient. Sure, I suspected it, but I didn’t know it. Now, each of you, around this table, can be in any degree of shock, awe, surprise or fear when thinking about this event, then peeking at Sam at this table.
Funny how each of us is a secret, even to ourselves, and every day the secret is just as content to hide in plain sight as it is to be discovered. It doesn’t have to do a thing.
We just have to notice it.
It’s true whether we call it truth or lie. It is there, whether we use it every day or never acknowledge its existence.
We, each of us, are giants at this table, doing our best to love ourselves and each other, managing our stupid amnesia as best we can, and now, today, giving over to a day of rest, thanks, and ease, while we eat and talk and laugh and give thanks.
I thank each of you for what you have given me.
I want you to know that I can see you now.
I love you, always have, always will, but I appreciate you now.
I recognize you and I am here, in this flesh, telling you with this tongue fed by these happy hands, minded by this open heart, that I am forever grateful, forever thankful, for everything you have been, are, and ever will be to me.
Thank you for loving me so well, so long, and so much.
I enjoy learning astrology from Steve Judd. This video is very helpful, as are the videos on the neutral and negative sides of Pluto. In this video, he speaks so eloquently of the transformative experience, that I ask you to watch it before watching my offering. Whether or not you are “into” astrology, listening to this man’s succinct and poetic explanation of something we ALL have in our natal charts can help, if you are experiencing deep issues, that dreaded “shadow work,” which leads each of us to transformation.
I’m pretty stunned at this offering, because I am easy with the information, it flows well, and it is an honest summation not only of the transformation I went through in 2017, but fleshes out what I understand about “The EVENT,” how I do energy work and what comes of this work, as well as a deeply personal, optimistic and beautiful presentation of how ascension is playing out, day to day.
This is a much different Kathy Vik doing the talking. The last few days have brought phenomenal peace, and I am rocking into something powerful, playful, exacting, tender, and safe. It’s been waiting for me, and it’s perfect… It’s like a joke we’ve played on ourselves… when the smoke clears, it turns out, all of it was purposeful, and most of it irrelevant, now. Only love endures, and wonder that we are in the times we are in. I hope you enjoy this. Its candor, pace, coherence, and intensity has soothed me because the whole thing is very gentle while perfectly focused. Enjoy.
For those interested in my natal charts information:
And here is my birth natal chart:
And here is my natal chart from my vision “The son/sun of Antares Is Born,” April 26, 2012, at 03:45 in Wheat Ridge, Colorado. Note: this program doesn’t highlight an aspect that allows visualization of the six pointed star, but that’s OK, it’s in there.