Deeply Awake: Another Level of… Whatever By Kathy Vik 2-13-18


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A bare-bones talk for those who are on the ascension path, for your enjoyment and consideration. I was urged to talk about many, many aspects of this thing our community keeps talking about, “The Event.”

In this multidimensional eclipse gateway, I thought it necessary, somehow, to talk about esoterics, energetics, prophecies and premonitions, many of them revolving around about being flooded with light, or…  whatever.

This is a personal, quantum reality for each, and this is an enjoyable recording for those desiring many observations and interpretations of the energy bombarding us, and that which is to come, from the vantage point of this intrepid spiritual reporter known as Deeply Awake.





Deeply Awake — Daily Life As a Multidimensional Being, or, Applying Ascended Reality To Daily Life 2-4-18 By Kathy Vik

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Holy smokes.

This is a vital recording, with a HUGE anomaly late in the recording, adding emphasis when relaying a soul confirmation … INCREDIBLE!

This is a FULL ON esoteric recording, for the hardcore among us, who need to know what it is like to apply these principles and to see them pay off in daily life.

That’s sort of the point, of going through this process in public. There had to be an end-point, I would think. There’ll come a day when things make a lot more sense, and then, it’ll be an obligation, and a joy, to just describe the view.

This is one such love letter, from a ledge that continues to blink on and off, literally (!!!!!), as I transmit this appreciation, and joy, and hope, and tips, and descriptions right from my being, to you.

Namaste, my brother, my sister.





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Deeply Awake: What It’s Like To Be Inside A Mantle By Kathy Vik 2-2-18

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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.





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Deeply Awake — Seeing Through My Soul’s Eyes, Now And Forever By Kathy Vik 1-30-18

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Deeply Awake — Seeing Through My Soul’s Eyes, Now And Forever By Kathy Vik 1-30-18

In celebration of an anniversary of an unbelievable, bizarre and final event that occurred a year ago. This is a soft, intense and highly esoteric tape, well sculpted and highly visual in its language.

I hope you enjoy this offering, about galactic awareness, contained within a physical consciousness, expressed and understood in daily life.






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Today, I am also including a nearly 2 year old video’d channeling and my website’s description of this transmission. I am including this because it feels appropriate to the recent work I have been doing, and because I found it very soothing and informative.


Deeply Awake — “A Physics Which Does Not Argue With Itself” 10-15-13 By Kathy Vik

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Deeply Awake — “A Physics Which Does Not Argue With Itself” 10-15-13 By Kathy Vik

I preface this essay by telling you that this phrase, the title of this work, is from Kryon. He said once that God is a physics which does not argue with itself. I felt this to be the truest thing I have ever heard.

It helped makes sense of how I could have had so many teachers, and I have read so much, and yet, it’s all one message. There is a truth that runs through things. It doesn’t argue with itself, and oh! How I looked for any chink in the armor, any inconsistencies, when working with The Teachers, when working for my boss Marge, when in the midst of angels, there is no argument. None. Everything sort of gets still in the midst of that sort of energy. Clear. So, thank you, SisterBrother Kryon, and profound thanks to Lee Carroll for, as always, bringing me into greater and greater truths, more and more ecstasy, and providing unending, infinite homecomings to us all.

I woke up this morning, and watched it, in a detached way.

First, the blinking, the slow-slow-quick sort of coming-on-line that I have in my awareness upon awakening, and then, plop, plop, plop, one by one my “circumstances” seem to get plunked down in my awareness, sort of like, I am in my apartment, it is mid-week (never too sure of the day…), here are my cats, and then, the emotional overlays, this is how I am feeling about this situation, and oh yeah, here is how I am handling that situation, that construct. It all gets filled in sort of like a video game being repopulated.

And then the tremendous heat. I realized last night, I am sort of seeing a pattern to the heat now. Always when I wake up. Strongest then. Even from a nap, there it comes, the heat. It precedes those severe episodes, sort of consumes me then. The voices told me it was the love of god. I am beginning to think they might be right.

Upon getting out of bed, I physically felt as if I was cleaved, and that the me who was observing was about 9 feet tall, sort of physical, but behind and above the physical body. It was nice. I went potty feeling that. I observed the act, I experienced the act, but I also was above, non-physical, aware.

This part of me could, I realized, just sort of vanish from the girl’s awareness, the one on the pot. That person, she does not have to feel this extra layer. The layer is always there. It was just really nice having a buddy to go to the bathroom with.

I decided to read my very first essay, Judas Energy, to start the day. I’d talked to a lady from Hay House Self Publishing Division yesterday, and I’d mentioned to her that I had started this writing career in late March, 2012, with an essay called Judas Energy.

Just an aside, although I love this writing enough to gladly spend time re-reading what I have written, I visit the older stuff always with just a little bit of trepidation. I’d like to say I don’t, but I know how unconscious I was, or felt, at that time, and I really don’t remember a lot of what I have written, so stumbling upon an essay that is a year and a half old, I approach it with just a kernel of curiosity, that when I reread it, now, it will read like I wrote it in crayon or had brain damage.

And there it was, sparkling and ready for me. Judas Energy. It talked about the encounter I had with the Eye of God in my living room. It was all about forgiveness and the love of God. Shining not only through the words, but through the structure. Not shining, though. Not really. Blazing with the love of God.

And I realized this morning, I got it, I really did, that this is good. I have reached a level of understanding that I don’t anticipate is there,but there it is. It seems this writing has a code within it that I did not know about. The stuff that is older works for me now, teaches me now, and that made me very happy.

Halfway through the essay, I got a tremendous hit of light, so much so that the heat took me away. I could do nothing but comply. I closed my eyes, began breathing intentionally, and allowed the heat to inhabit, define, guide me.

I felt, in my head, a silver lotus blossoming. It was little at first, but it was pretty, sort of twinkling.

I kept thinking, gee, I want to do something with my heart. I’d like to have this go into my heart. Try as I may, nothing happened. But I felt that there was a silver rod, which turned bright white, and became a rod which opened into a pillar, a column, right through the center of me.

This felt good, because I felt a connection, then with the Earth, with the ground beneath me, all the way down to the center of the earth, all the way up. In my travels, I have gone to where it bends, and comes back, and I am opposite where I started from, but in the same place. Hard to explain. But I digress.

Next, I focused again on my heart, and again was dissatisfied.

I was then urged to hold my palms out in front of me, not touching, just holding them out, as if I had a delicate flower resting on my fingertips, my palms.

And I thought, gee, this is sort of sad, because my hands are empty. This is no good, not a good metaphor to engage in.

And I was told, well, you can’t see the flower in your head either, but it doesn’t mean it’s not there.

And then, my hands had a lotus in them.

And then my feet were standing inside a silver lotus.

And I felt connect then. I felt there was a triad of energy, somehow, or of beauty, and I somehow felt connected to myself, and to everything, there, sitting on my bed, eyes closed, hands out, empty.

Then, I thought about all the stricture of thought, all the misinterpretations which I truly needed to believe, and all the pain and sadness and depression which accompanied thinking these dumb thoughts. I began to understand that to my right, there was a land which was dark, barely lit, and people scurried to and fro there, never seeing the other, always angry or upset or in turmoil, never loving the self. And then, separated by a partition, was a land of light.

I felt I was watching it unfold in front of me, me there in the middle point, perfectly situated, between this dark place and this amazing golden place.

Mind you, these were worlds, not rooms. Worlds.

And I realized that there was a wall, just one wall, separating the two realities. I then imagined that there were hundred of doors embedded in the wall. The doors were closed, and the world to the right, the dark one, stayed dark.

I thought about how it felt to be living in that darker world. I could feel the sadness, the anger, the frustrations and the worries. I could see how all of those feelings wold have to feel real, since there was no contrast, nothing to compare or argue with it.

So, I moved my consciousness into the bright world, and I decided I’d like to open the doors.

I felt that I had the power and ability to just crash open the whole wall. I considered it. But I decided that was probably too much.

So, all at once, all at once, I opened the doors. Some just cracked, some swung open of their own accord, but all of them opened up, all the doors opened, all at once, into the darker place.

I sent, then, that golden light I love, the one that whispers that burdens are optional, pain is misunderstanding, and all is love into the darker place. I didn’t stick around. I didn’t have to.

I came back, in the end, to the rod of light running through me. I could feel it coursing through me like a forceful geyser, a waterfall, a full and confident river, unable to consider questions of supply or future.

I did not really wish to be in the light place, or the dark place. I said, over and over, after I finally realized what was happening, I said, I just want to be this light. That is all I want. I want to be this light. Is that ok?”

This light, it makes everything right. It sees all, understands and truly is wisdom and compassionate, it is benevolence itself, and is all. There can be no troubles, no worries, no pain, in this light. It just is not possible.

I want to be that light. I don’t care about outcomes, and at this point, getting published, pursuing goals, making my way into our subculture, oh, none of it, none of it, none of it matters.

All of that comes FROM the light, you see?

And so, I just stayed in that light. I do not know why the color silver is so prevalent in my meditations. I have never really enjoyed or worked with this color before. It never interested me before. And now, here it is, in so many meditations. Maybe it is silver because it is so shiny. I really don’t know. Maybe it’s platinum. I just had to delete the last sentence, because the cap lock mysteriously went on when I wrote maybe it’s platinum. Interesting. I don’t know anything about that.

The only other thought I had on this mediation is that, since awakening, I have had a profound lack of emotionality, the baser of them, the worry, low-grade anxiety and the self-talk, needling and pushing and prodding me. All of that, quieted.

In meditation, the only emotions I had were joy, homecoming, happiness. Once I got the three lotuses going, and had visions of other lotuses within me getting colorful and spinning, I felt a lightening of overall countenance. And then, when I stayed within the light, I wept. It feels so good. It is home. It is home. It is home. It is beyond, far beyond happiness, and the word love is a matchstick compared to the bonfire I had become.

So, to close, I will tell you about what just happened. It sort of took me by surprise.

I had understood, while exiting meditation, that I would channel next. It felt right, and the light had something to say. I tried, got to a very deep state, and then something unexpected happened.

Deep enough, I knew I could speak to anybody I wanted to, and I wanted to look into Jesus’ eyes, his face, as I so often do. I feel such an intimate bond with him. He is a loved one, a revered, respected, loved one. I honor him. I love him. I know him.

And he came to me. I call him Jeshua ben Jeshua and I guess that’s wrong, but that is his name, for me.

I love him so desperately. I decided that I would finally take a look at that, ask him about it. Why do I sometimes feel the love that is just so heart crushing, so passionate? It is so full of longing. It is sort of sad, that band of love I feel for him. It is just one of the things I feel, but there it was, to feel once again. Why not ask about it? So I asked, What is that all about?

What I saw was that, although I have, from time to time taken on the persona of his wife, Mary, and felt this was my role with him, an elder in the community, one of his teachers, I resonated with that for a long time, there was somehow more to it.

It was that other love, the unrequited one that I found I was not being able to shake. And then I understood myself to be not Mary, but another. I do not wish to go to her and ask more about this chapter of my consciousness, I just don’t like the whole scene. It’s still a little hot. I need to run some violet through it I guess.

Anyway, there I was, dressed in the style of the day, with two other women, all of us with vases or big jars, and there was Jesus. I felt an instant connection, one of devotee, because I knew I did not deserve him. I was in love with him.

I realized that I had carried with me a weird longing, and behavioral, relationship pattern that really just got me into a whole lot of sad messes. I have never, and I do mean this quite literally, I have never been in a love relationship with anyone, I just laugh out loud when I admit this, not once have I been in relationship with someone who was not in love with another.

Honest to God.

And this longing, this Why can’t you devote yourself solely to me, what is wrong with me? Thing that I have always sort of struggled with, there it was, full blown, in dusty old Jerusalem.

Holy crap.

I realized that I grieved, physically grieved, that I was not the one that my beloved woke up to. It was not I who was privileged with his every thought, every word, every need. I hurt, I swooned, feeling this intense and absolutely earned love not returned as I so desperately wanted it to be.

I felt it. Real hard and good.

I cried.

And then I asked for help.

I didn’t know what to do. I’d settled down intending, speaking intention for the highest love light and sound to come to and through me, through my fingertips, clear and loving and pure, the great central sun, my beloved. And this is what I got.

So I stayed with it, and I cried some more, and I asked for help again and again.

And then Jeshua came to me. He looked me in the eyes. He put his hands on my shoulders. And he showed me the problem.

It was then that I wept again, when I realized what he was showing me, with his hands, with his heart, with his mind. I had not believed myself worthy of this love. I had not been able to conceive that I loved him so much because I saw in him that which was inside of me.

He then pointed out an energetic fact. He had me look. And there I was, bending down, running my light to and through him.

My light, my life force, my beingness, I had bent it somehow, and was feeding it to him, being fed, strangely not by him but by source, but by source through him.

It was a weird circuit. I did not like the look of it. It was unnatural. It had a nauseating quality.

And then, wordlessly, he showed me that I was now unbent. I was running straight, up and down, like him. And he was very pleased with this.

Our relationship changed then. I was no longer this weird wound of need, and he was no longer my messiah.

I was his companion, his equal, his friend. We were running these vast columns of light, the two of us, the lot of us, I guess, and the symmetry, the light, it is almost orgasmic. It has that quality to it, when it runs so strong and straight and pure. This is beyond joy, beyond love, beyond brotherhood. It is ecstasy, it is stillness, it is bliss, it is balance and symmetry and it is the physics which does not, cannot argue with itself.

This was, he told me, embodying ones own soul. And then, it was then that I realized that it is in this state that true unions, like Jesus’ and Mary’s occur. In this space, I could see their hearts, their energetic hearts, come toward each other and then merge. It was a beautiful sight. I saw it happen all around me, and I felt it with others. We were connected, then, somehow, and worship, adoration, clinging, cloying, timid love, it is something to feel compassion and gentleness toward. And that is all.

So I am thinking that this was a good meditation, and probably channeling isn’t necessary today. I think one was the other, today.

I feel better. I feel stronger, and I like the idea that it is indeed possible to experience the sort of love I always hoped was possible. It happens among those who are running straight, not bent. Friendship, kinship, this is how it plays, I think. I can feel some folks’ need from a mile away. I know that need. I was that need. And now I know the antidote. I cannot tell you how elated that makes me… it is sort of miraculous.

I am always looking for shortcuts, and really really easy ways to get back on track, because in my physical life, I can get fairly distracted and forgetful… I like to say that if I get any looser, parts are gonna fall off. Anyway,I forget things pretty easy, especially when I am not mindful and fear comes knocking.

How nice to know that the change in mood state is columns of light, one with a swirling face of Jesus on it? Who knew?

I’m gonna try this out for awhile and see if it helps, when I start getting all scared and freaked out about the little things, which, anymore is sort of rare, but when it hits, oh my god it is unrelenting. Last time it happened was a sneak attack, waking up at 2am on Friday night, for some reason in a panic about my job. Oddest thing. Really hard to get relief from at first. It abated, and I think it was just a harbinger, just the bubble bursting, once again, in an area I was meant to explore now, in the physical.

And so it goes.

So, my take away today? Most importantly, I think, was the realization that I bent my energy because I did not know of my own source. And the other one is, don’t bend my energy, don’t consider anyone or anything the source of my good. This is a misinterpretation of the light. Don’t bend, not even to Jesus Christ himself.


The humor also remains consistent.

That’s it for today. I’m hungry.

Deeply Awake: Visions I Want To Share With You By Kathy Vik 1-12-18

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I was so touched by this video, I’m sitting here feeling so good, so warm and complete, and I hope that as you watch, you have the same experience.

I had a mediation that I felt needed to be shared, and I intertwine this with what I bring up first, the upcoming eclipse, on January 31, 2018. For those interested in my impressions, its meanings, this is a good video for that, in real time, and later, I think it helps explain how I use intention with celestial events, “triggers.”

Very moving and really fun to watch, I found, because the descriptions are cogent and highly visual, which helps me to make things come alive, on rehearing.

I hope your sparkles lead you home, safe and sound, and I hope this helps in that endeavor. Namaste.


Authors notes: 1 – I was wearing a onesie because the house is cold. 2 – I meant from April of 2016, not August, as I was describing one of my first activations. I actually heard the word “April,” and was sure convinced that is what I said. Very odd indeed.  3 – That hand on fire thing has happened to my body repeatedly in this process. The flames are wonderfully soft, and have changed in color and brilliance through the years. I bring it up in order to open a discussion, because I know I am not the only one seeing themselves in spiritual flames during some meditations. OK, it’s out there. Now, please enjoy 🙂




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Deeply Awake — It Is Ready 5-19-13 By Kathy Vik

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Deeply Awake — It Is Ready 5-19-13 By Kathy Vik

Oh, are the time lines merging for you like they are for me and all my people? Distant relatives, old homecomings, lots of things being tied up in very very synchronous and balanced bows, all over the place.

Are you finding this to be true for you?

I took a nap anticipating I would need to work, and I was very grateful for the rest. When I am awake now, it is such a full-on, full-bore psychedelic experience, it is good to lay my old head down and just be a creature again for a time.

I woke up and needed clarity. The dictation, it just doesn’t stop anymore, and I am glad of it, but I needed synthesis, I needed some sort of workable framework for what comes next.

So I read the light worker blogs, and, as always, me and Aisha North and John Smallman are pretty much all on the same page, but others are also echoing this new reality:

Holy Crap But This Is Super COOOOOOOL.


So I was feeling good, thinking, yeah, it’s all super weird and abstracting, but I am not the only looney on the planet, thank God.

And then I decided to meditate.

I am writing to you tonight in light, right on the website. The need to express, and also the fun I have writing in light in this way, oh, I just couldn’t stop from putting fingertip to web, and letting it rip.

So as always, when doing it bareback like this, be aware the typos will make this thing awkward, until second edit, sometime after I’ve gotten recovered from healing the sick for twelve hours.

So here it is. I sat at the edge of my bed and got real still.

I felt anticipation and excitement, somewhere deep, and I wanted some answers.

Next, I saw that same pinpoint of light, and lots of blackness all around.

I checked my physical body, and I am coursing with tremendous light, but there, in my awareness, a paltry, bright but tiny, but insistent, overpoweringly white light, a pinpoint-sized thing.

And I got a little p.o.’d then, and said, listen, this is not very cool, not being able to see. You told me this is my consciousness, this blackness.

And so I say, I do not have a blacked out consciousness. I want to see what is going on!

And with that, a pair of very large hands went up and pulled back a black velvet curtain, just like on a window, or in the Wizard of Oz.

And this is what I saw:

I had vision about as clear as when I don’t have my glasses on. It was very sunny, and I could tell it was a plain. I knew it was someplace mystical, and relatively uninhabited, and yet, I kept seeing movement. And I could appreciate that there were little tiny people, way down below, working, and I saw Egyptian clothing.

There was a great clay pyramid, and it made me sad to see, because it was a statement of purpose, and it was a sad purpose, to me. It meant that the magic in the world was officially gone, and there was a new feeling to this Earth. It’s like the Mother’s navel, where all her gifts come from, it got plugged up with that pyramid.

I could see it all formed, and gently settling onto the plain

And then, I understood there was a war going on somewhere, and even though it was still a sunny day and very beautiful Egyptian men were moving carts around and keeping busy, and were very happy people, I might add, well, I sensed conflict.

And the person who had opened the curtains told me then to turn around and stop looking out of the window it had exposed bare.

I did, I turned, and found it very very odd to be facing myself so in meditation. I’d never done it.

And then a very interesting thing happened.

As I turned, and I faced my body, I could feel a turn of sorts within. And it felt like a weird resorption, and then, I was looking casually out the window.

I understood then that “I” am one of many “I’s”.

And then, there I was I felt, like Shiva or any of the other Hindu greats, and I was looking out the window with me, with a little Kathy Vik, sitting on my big person’s right shoulder. Just perched like you see angels or demons perching on a person’s shoulder in the movies.

And then, all these other people started showing up. All around this entities shoulders, all around its neck, ringing it like a lei almost, were other people, all interested in looking out the window, all understanding we were seeing a great war, the last of its kind.

I was told that this war is the one the psychic on Friday had told me was causing such difficulty for me at the moment. And it was the same war that the Gita is describing. And it is not a war fought on earth. it is the war of personality self versus higher self.

And it can get a little crazy when the time comes for your little personality to turn inward and come home, but it has always been the way, and can be no other way, because just as Shiva had his babies, and just as God has many ways of expression, so you are more than you have thought.

And then a couple interesting things happened.

First, I saw that there was actually no battle going on. My vision had gotten sharp and I saw that the workers who were on the plain were beautiful and steady and holy. And they had just been clearing the path for the pyramid. It was still a lovely day. Somehow, it was just a matter of perception, whether those men fought and killed each other, or whether they shared a smoke after digging an appropriate hole, while they told each other jokes from time to time.

And then, the entity did something very very nice.

This big entity looked at me, sitting as I was on its right shoulder, and asked if I’d like to come on up.

I did. I found a ribbon of light and zipped right into that being’s eyes.

But as I did, I felt a part of myself just not as important, not as relevant, as I adjusted to this vantage point.

The entity said:

This pyramid is the symbol of the lower portion of your individual and mass merkahbah. It is readied. You see here that the capstone is on, and it is a beautiful summer day on the plain.


And they gave me the idea of an upside down pyramid lowering into the clay one.

i know it does not take a rocket scientist to know the significance of this symbol.


I did not get to witness the merge, because it is not yet time to effect a merge. But all is in readiness, they kept saying. Just kick back and enjoy this next part, they said.

So I will tell you what they told me in parting, I will try very hard to remember how we left it. And then, I go once again to work, to the hospital, to “normalcy.”

They told me these are the days of the harvest. These are the day of homecoming and celebration. This is the time that the wise use to love on themselves and congratulate themselves.

The difficult part has passed away, and there is no more pain, only that which can be conjured, and that which can be conjured can be un-conjured. Simple as that.

So these are days that I must be still. There is movement, and they keep telling me, as I pour my coffee, as I smoke, as I pet my cat, they say, they are always saying now, it’s complete. You are complete. It is done. Enjoy. Be still. Enjoy.

I will. i understand this next part whole, and pretty much know what to expect. I know, as my channeling proves, that these are days of great surprises and gifts, and that I have become so unaccustomed to blocking my good, that it is just tumbling out of the sky. And yet, there are still, from time to time, little hooks, little eddies of discomfort, and I know I will see them, encounter them, and be asked to hop over them at work tonight.

I will never again take on the role of tiny, unwanted, unrealized, afraid, quiet, scared Kathy Vik, the one afraid, the one absolutely convinced no one loves her. Unconvinced. So sad, so sad.

But I am not her, no, I am not.

And I may not be that entity who pulled open the curtains, but this is how I will leave it, an almost unbelievable conclusion to this meditation.

At the end of the meditation, I appreciated my body again. My short little legs jutting out off of the bed, touching the bookshelf I use as a side table. Just this little wrinkled, graying body. Ha!

And I understood, I just simply knew, that I am not only the supplicant but the one who opened the curtains, and the very picture I showed myself.

The meditation ended with them turning into the ones who counseled me nearly twenty years ago, who took me away from earth and showed it to me from a window, and asked me to look.

After they’d given me rest, with a loving hand of a brother on my shoulder, I looked at the earth. i saw it spin. I was unaffected. i really could have cared less.

Pretty, though.

And then I heard it, and then I felt it.

Cries, such misunderstandings, such torment, such pain. The suffering, all of it voluntary, all of it holy, all of in sanctified.

And they had asked me then, in my homesickness and my weariness, what do you want to do?

they said that I could stay with them, but I would probably soon feel I had made a mistake. Look again, they said. Feel it. Hear it.

And I knew then that there never really was a choice, not really, and this had been some sort of dumb exercise in emotional incontinence. They told me how it is for them. they cannot touch skin to skin. they cannot speak words that can readily be heard. They must do things in an energetic and symbolic way, but me, on earth, I can do more. I can touch people. i can listen to secrets. i can play with children and I can dry eyes that have been weeping. i can do that. i am well positioned for this, actually.

i saw then why nursing was not a bad choice.

And so I chose to return. The work with The Teachers, after that, went much more smoothly, of course.

And today, they are back, and they are with me looking out that window onto an Egyptian scene. They are with me and they tell me now how to proceed.

I do not have to be so clever now, and I know I can trust what comes out of my mouth, as free of filters as that has become. God help us all.

They told me to kick back and stop sweating it quite so much. They told me I certainly CAN go around believing I am a solar angel, if that makes me happy, because in a way, I am one. And I am other things too, and none of it means a whole lot if I am not laughing and having a good time. it’s all just dumb words if i am not laughing and easing people’s ways.

So I will do that. I have a good vantage point. i know that sometimes I will look up and all I will see is black. I know that.

but now I know to ask to have someone just open the curtain. And that will be done, always, every time, if it is for my highest good. And this is a cooperative anymore, so, if I ask, of course it is for the heights good.

Blessings to you this right night.

We are deep into the mystery now, at least my we is, and I hope your we is having fun looking out of their own windows. I am so looking forward to hearing what it is you see from your seat!!!