Co-Creation Rising

Flower Essences and Flower Archetypes

2011-02-16T16:54:00.000-08:00

February 16, 2011
Flowers. I am fashioning a plan to grow special flowers. Special because they have a special purpose. The unique energetic pattern of each flower is to be transferred into a flower essence. This is sacred work.

Today all I have in physical reality is a small cardboard box containing seeds in envelopes with the name of the flower written upon it. I also have some supplies: raised beds, fertilizer, gardening tools, drip line. On my computer and in books I have information on each flower – its botanical name, what kind of sun or shade it likes, whether it’s an annual or perennial, and when to plant it. So far so good. On the energetic level, I have supplies of another kind. Land that the elementals love where they can live and express themselves in freedom. My genesa crystal that pulls in energy from within a mile radius, cleans it, and spins it back out: a continuous energy filtration device. And most importantly, I have my team of elementals and White Brotherhood members who are constantly available to me, helping me with every detail. They will let me know which seed to plant where and when. What fertilizer each plant needs. How much and when to water. And in the crucial moment, when to pick the blossoms and the exact procedure to transmute the essence from the petals to the water. And finally the exact procedure to bond the essence more strongly to the water and to preserve it for purity over time.

Everything I do, every decision we make together must be recorded and the results evaluated in order to inform our future decisions. Because this will be ground-breaking work. The procedures we develop will not be exactly those that are in use today. As we traverse this untrodden path, we will be creating a new map in our consciousness of what flower essences are and how they are to be used. We will also be including the flowers of new plants that will be coalescing onto our planet once we are able to welcome them with the right conditions for them to flourish. The archetypes of these flowers already exist. They may actually be already growing on other planets that are experiencing a higher dimension of consciousness and embodiment than our own. Once our planet shifts to a higher frequency, these archetypes may find that they can actualize here.

This is actually the way evolution happens, not through random changes in the DNA of existing plants as is sometimes thought. Instead, these seemingly random changes in DNA may in fact be a deliberate change initiated by an archetype in order to manifest a new plant. Everything in physical form must have an existence in consciousness first, or it would not be here. The archetype or deva, is the blueprint in consciousness for that particular form. The nature spirit for that form works with the archetype to ground that form into physical reality onto our planet.

In the case of plants, the seeds carry the DNA and are the transmission device used by Nature for the germination of new plants. But the seeds alone cannot create new life. Only through the action of the archetype and the nature spirits can new life form and grow. This is why GMO crops are barely alive and cannot carry much life force to feed our bodies. We are trying to supplant Nature’s archetype with one of our own. The nature spirit for that plant can’t properly align with the true archetype of the plant. So the amount of vital force that can be held by the plant is extremely limited. This is the opposite of what is occurring on my land where the current vibrant green cover crop is radiant with vital force energy. It is this vital force energy that will be infused into the flowers I will grow and that will allow the creation of potent and powerful flower essences.

A Surfer on the Crest

2011-02-11T10:50:00.000-08:00

February 2, 2011

Excitement and stillness. The flames of the spirit and the well of the spirit. Today you feel the flame so intensely it’s difficult to even track the calm well of stillness within. How to steady the flame without quenching it? Yes, you know your soul is eternal and that eternal stillness abides within you. But this certainty of knowing is not enough. You still feel like a gerbil running in its race, turning, turning, hurry, hurry, hurry. You affirm a plentitude of time, but your affirmation is not enough. You see the giddy happiness in the faces of Egyptians on TV, and you identify with the release and excitement they are feeling. They are not relaxed, not serene. They are as excited and joyous as you are. And with good cause. A new realm of possibility is before the Egyptians and before you. So naturally your heart beats faster and you struggle to regain calm.

The women in your group are urging you to slow down, don’t put so much on your plate. But you find that you can’t say no to the opportunities that are arising. Your clarity about your priorities is helping you now. Simplify. Use money to save time. Find someone to teach you WordPress and Ning or someone to do these tasks for you. Find someone to bring the right bee hives onto your land. You have stored energy in the form of money that needs to be released in order for you to accomplish your tasks. People in your larger environment are waiting to help you, waiting to collaborate with you. You can create shopping lists for the people you want. Write down the skills you need these people to have and the higher qualities you need them to possess in order to work with you. Honesty, integrity, genuineness and an understanding of fair energy exchange. Read your lists daily and see these people in your life. You know all this. It’s just Basic Manifestation 101. You’ve used these laws before, you know they work. It’s just that you haven’t completely taken in the fact that you need colleagues in your endeavors and this is the straight-forward way to get them.

It’s fortunate that you’re such an experienced facilitator, because at least you already know how to coordinate work in a group. The groups you assemble will be more fluid now than the groups you coordinated in the past, where you hired people for long-term positions. This will be more like contracted piece work, but the principles of coordinating a team to achieve goals will be the same. As before, your vision will be key. Relax into the knowledge that you know how to do the vision thing and that you will be successful again.

Keep exercising. Breathe. Breathe some more. Don’t try to stop the energy or diminish its intensity. Ride the energy like a surfer on the crest of the wave. And remember that you are loved always and forever.

Uniquely Shaped

2011-01-28T16:09:00.000-08:00

January 26, 2011
Vibrant green. Andrew says he’s never seen a cover crop so vibrantly green as the crop in my front yard’s raised beds. Daffodils spring up alongside our driveway. The chickens are brooding. It’s as if we’re having Spring in January. People are more vibrant as well. There’s an extra sparkle in my husband’s eyes. “Uniquely shaped” as John O’Donohue says. Each person’s unique shape is clearer and more precious. Sometimes I think I can hardly stand so much beauty.

I remember the 1950’s and how black-and-white the world seemed then. As in the movie The Wizard of Oz, the black-and-white of the 50’s changed into the kodachrome of the late 60’s. I remember the excitement and newly found freedom of those days. We pushed back boundaries and explored the realm of self. We brought in so many new ideas in such a short amount of time. And then the push-back. Reaganomics. The corporate world regaining control. Endless war. We were doing the hard work of grounding the principles of equality and justice into our laws, our workplaces, and our most intimate relationships. This work is still on-going, but look at the diversity of leaders we have today – all races and both sexes represented. There is even a transgendered person working at the White House – and her message to us is “be your unique self and if at first you are not accepted, stay true to yourself and things will get better. In time, you will find yourself among those who believe in you and you will make a difference in the world.” The past 40 years has been a hard slog of working to bring the possibilities unveiled in the late 60’s into the fruition of today.

Today the times have again shifted. Now we awaken each day into a new era of excitement and immense possibility. Our current era is a time of such intense inflowing of energy that it makes the 60’s look staid by comparison. The 60’s were the dress rehearsal. This is the performance itself. Everyone is caught up in the increasing waves of energy that are engulfing our planet. Making the greens greener, people’s eyes more sparkling, and the chickens broodier. People who are riding the energy waves are flowing, their unique soul shapes more perceptible to all. Our president is one of them, his words last night brimming with optimism and his optimism demonstrating his knowledge and mastery of the laws of abundance.

Other people are not riding the energy waves. They are trying to stop the energy, stop the changes. They are living in profound fear and struggle. Instead of the vibrant colors, they see darkness and the blood red of anger. They are missing the beauty, the joy, and the excitement. They are missing the opportunity to define and refine the shape of who they are in their unique souls. This is a choice they are free to make, as universal law gives free will to all souls. I salute them all and wish them well on their journey. My wish for each of you who hear or read my words is that you enjoy every drop of the sweet heady nectar of these glorious times.

The Beginning of Joy

2011-01-28T16:07:00.000-08:00

Jan 19, 2011
The tide has shifted. The time of learning and absorbing has reached its high water mark and now you will find yourself engaged in the giving out and dissemination of the words that flow from who you are and what you have learned. This shift is causing a small misalignment, a bit of flickering of the light within you due to self-doubt and self consciousness. You know that you’re prepared but it’s still a bit daunting. You are aware of old patterns of introversion and you know how to push them out of your field. You have chosen to place yourself among those whose light, energy and determination match your own. Your challenge is to see that they do match your own, and that you are in fact among your peers.

You are remembering your experience at 17, traveling to Wise University, a place populated by valedictorians. And you felt less than some of those others who seemed so much more brilliant than yourself. As you progressed through the four years of your studies there, you found that yes, this was an exciting and challenging environment, and also that yes, these were your peers and you truly belonged among them.It is good for you now to remember this youthful experience and to know that the self-doubt you feel today will evaporate as is did before all those decades ago.

So you have chosen another exciting and challenging environment to play in. How to calm the flickering jitters inside you? Take time every day to center. Call on us, your colleagues, to be present with you for some small amount of time each day. Test and take you flower essences and perhaps the homeopathic remedies Silica and Gelsemium. They are your old friends, well-known and loved by you. Walk and breathe. Be determined to stay calm. And also accept that this shift within you will inevitably cause some heightened feelings of excitement and that is OK.

Beyond these small therapies there is a greater one. You know and believe that all souls are one, all created as droplets spun out from the ocean of the Great Creator. Each soul infinitely beautiful and precious. This is reality. No better, no worse, no higher, no lower. Just all of us creating our universe and our world from our soul-consciousness. Can you take your stand in that field of reality and hold firm? Refuse to budge from it no matter what your veiled mind may tell you? Each soul infinitely beautiful and precious. Can you see each person you meet as that? Can you see self as that? Can you smile at each person from your soul, pushing aside the veil for a moment, so you both can see the transcendent reality behind it? In this is the end of self-doubt and the beginning of joy.

The Yummy-ness Challenge

2010-12-22T14:08:00.000-08:00

December 14, 2010

We ride with the Sun into our future. If “future” be what you name it. In reality, it’s like a thread pulled and separated out of a woven cloth. Except that the thread never really separates from the cloth. We ride with the Sun into a section of space where the ever-spiraling waves of energy are more intense. The increasing intensity of these waves is what is causing the changes we are now experiencing. As inevitable a change as night changing into day. Each of us requested the opportunity to be here for the show, and each of us was one of the ones chosen. Each of us chose a role to play and we each recognize that choice in ourselves and each other. That’s why the connections between us feel so nourishing, so right. Because we recognize that place in self and other where we made a choice and where we remember that we made a choice. Thank goodness that this remembering is solid and can be relied on. It abides within us as other things pass away.

And what of those who can’t remember and don’t want to remember? Those who are hankering for a less intense time and who refuse to be pulled kicking and screaming into the future of our planet? They just say no. Thank goodness for them that they don’t have to go. Our wonderful rules of soul development say that they can take all the time they please. Or the rules would say that if “time” was real. Instead of “time”, let’s say “yummy-ness”. They can use all the lovely yummy-ness they need. They can extravagantly drape themselves in gossamer silks of yummy-ness and wear sparkling yummy-ness jewels and eat banquets of yummy-ness foods until they’re as stuffed and sated with it as they want to be. There’s no hurry, no worry.

Except for you, there’s a bit of a challenge. Which you totally signed up for, so that’s OK too. And that is that many people, maybe 40% of the people here now will be leaving your dimension of existence and you won’t be physically seeing them while they’re physically gone from the planet as you experience it. Which is perfectly OK, they are still their incredible divine selves and you are still connected with them through the oneness of all. It’s just a bit disconcerting and will at times jangle you, and at times sadden you and at times even rock you so that you feel the earth under you may not be as solid as you wish. Stay in your center and allow all these things to pass so that you may offer sound and sensible counsel to those that need it.

Lunar Eclipse

2010-12-22T14:06:00.000-08:00

December 8, 2010

Lunar eclipse on the night of the 20th and the early hours of the 21st. Magic in the moonlight. The solstice drawing us closer to that which is coming. I feel it drawing me like a tide. I want to be swept away in its beguiling waters and flung out on the shore of our destiny, my hair in tangles and my heart bewitched by the pulse of the universe flowing through me.

And so it will be.

I Can't Find Him

2010-12-22T14:04:00.000-08:00

December 8, 2010

I can’t find him in my dreaming. Last night I looked, and I may have glimpsed him. He was there like a shadow behind his brother Dickon. Only because I saw Dickon did I realize that the other one there – the shadow – was probably Thor. Right now Dickon is the one who links us – we can only see each other darkly through him.

I’m not sure why this matters or why the current separation brings me sadness. I’m sure that there is a future time where we are together in light. So that is sufficient. It’s not necessary to untangle the current situation or to understand why this separation is present. It’s just story anyway and doesn’t have any more relevance than the news does to what is really happening. Worry and sadness and longing are ineffective use of resources, and I know this so I vigilantly detach myself from them and turn my attention to more productive and happier thoughts. Clear out my chakras, bring in light, and go on with my day. Often working with others who ask for connection, putting aside in my mind the one I love who does not ask.

You know, I’ve done this before. Almost everyone has. There’s the end of a love affair when the other wants to leave before you are ready. It’s not your choice, but you must accept, know it’s over and move on. There’s suffering, you try to move it out of your field and focus on other things, knowing that it will get better and your life will fill up with love again. With the love affair, you can cut your ties to the other completely. Or you can just loosen them and put lots of space between both of you for a year or two. Then sometimes, if you’re lucky and the other person wants it, you can find each other again in a life-long friendship. This is what happened between me and my close friend who I know, love and trust down to the ground of my being. As he does me.

With your child, the option of cutting ties completely doesn’t exist. Or at least it doesn’t exist as an option for me, and I don’t believe it exists for him either. So there is another resolution in store for us. Maybe I’ll try the plan that worked so well for my friend and me those decades ago. Put lots of space and light between us for a year or two and see what happens.

Circling Back

2010-11-07T15:00:00.000-08:00

September 23, 2010

We complete the last circle of our circuitous journey by returning home. Driving through Littlefield, we somehow get off the main route and end up circling around another depressed area, and sending out light and love in our now-familiar way.

That evening we see our fellow Misselthwaite collaborators – Ursa, Patricia, and Sybil. We also have a day of rest and reorganization before Sky and Ursa leave for further adventures.

I miss Sky almost as soon as she leaves, but I know I’ll see her again and we’ll continue our enlightening and enlivening adventures.

Mineral Springs

2010-11-07T14:57:00.000-08:00

September 22, 2010

We arrive at the Mineral Springs about 2 p.m. and take wonderful cleansing baths. Shawna arrives as we are bathing and begins her bath. During the bath, I connect the Mineral Springs with all the Misselthwaite points. When I’m finished, I use hot water from an electric kettle to sterilize a dropper bottle. Then I use brandy and 5 drops of the stock bottle solution to make a Slender Penstamons essence bottle for Shawna. After the baths, we go to the gazebo at the place where the white spring water (masculine) and the red spring water (feminine) flow together. I place a crystal that wants to be part of this ceremony on the altar. Sky asks Shawna to read the 72 names of God. Luckily she has brought the book. Her guides had sent her back to get it as she was leaving. Shawna chants or sings each name and we chant or sing with her as best we can. After each name, Sky hits her bowl like a gong. It takes a long time to do the whole ceremony. Afterward, my crystal wants to be left in the stream, so I toss it there.

We go into our room and eat humus, crackers, pears, and grapes. Shawna and Sky drink green tea. We talk about our lives and Shawna tells us a bit of her history. A few minutes before the equinox moment, we gather in a circle and hold hands. I say a few words about this equinox as being the time in nature that the call goes out to start the next cycle. And that we can call in the start of the next cycle in our own personal evolution. We have a few moments of silence while the equinox moment passes. Shawna hugs us both and leaves. I wonder when I’ll see her again.

Emerald Lake and Bird Heaven

2010-11-07T14:15:00.000-08:00

September 21, 2010

We drive to Emerald Lake. I have promised Sky that Emerald Lake will not disappoint, and I’m certain it won’t. I had awoken with an understanding about our route for today. We are to drive to the west around Emerald Lake, climb to the Sentinel tower, bring energy from there east past Mt. Sceptor, then back to Carriage, down the depressed business area, south and then west to Bird Heaven and finally back to the motel in Carriage. The whole time bringing high energy with us. Quite a working day. Now we drive to the Sentinel parking lot. I sort out the crystals that want to go with us. Sky carries her bowl and we begin climbing the switchbacks. When we reach the point where Claire had buried a crystal, I realize for the first time what the function of that crystal is. It gives a transitional energy to climbers at that point so that they move more softly between the softer energy of the parking lot and lower hill and the intense energy of the Sentinel vortex.

Finally we are there. I place Sky’s crystal bowl on top of the high rock where Sybil, Claire and I had buried out crystals. The energy here is clear, intense and strong, yet we are calm within it. The water below is also calm, sparkling with light and energy and impossibly blue. Across the Lake we see Mt. Sceptor, where we know is located another powerful vortex. The leyline through Mt. Sceptor passes through the Extreme Vortex and out into the Pacific, possibly to Easter Island.

We take pictures and read the informational signs that tell about the geology and history of the area. We notice that there is a cloud-like ring around the sun and two long, thin “clouds” on each side of the sun, both pointing toward Carriage and Bird Heaven. I climb on top of the large rock next to Sky’s bowl waiting for the right time to show itself. We talk to a couple about their travels. From their words and how the present, we become aware that they are awakening and growing in consciousness. In our conversation, we nudge them on a bit. Other people are here talking and taking pictures. Finally only 2 parties are left. Two Asian-American young women that seem to be a couple and another party of 3 young Asian-Americans. One young man from the second party has also climbed the rock and told his companions that he is “rooted here”. The young couple more toward the exit path, yet they linger. I have already connected up this spot with all the Misselthwaite points, Sinuous Mound, Mt. Sceptor, Destiny Mountains, Coastal Cliffs, the mouth of the Rascal River, Castle Beach, and Heavenly Bridge. I decide that the party of 3 are supposed to be here for Sky’s playing and that the other couple will be either pushed out or drawn in when Sky begins.

So I hand her the bowl and say “These people are supposed to be here.” She begins playing. With the sound, energy courses from my crown and spirals down my spine to my root. I ground it and ask for upliftment for our planet. I use the sound to direct a soft golden light out and down into the Carriage Basin, filling the entire Basin with light. When the light reaches Mt Devi, she sends it on out to the entire planet and beyond. Sky stops circling the bowl, pauses, and begins tapping like a gong. After a time she pauses again and starts the circling anew. This time energy courses up from my root, spiraling my spine and out my crown. I offer it to the higher beings and dimensions above. Finally Sky stops and asks me to join her on a stone bench. She asks me to relate our journey, where we have gone. After I speak the name of each place, she strikes the bowl like a gong (*). I say, “We leave Quark Valley *. We travel to the top of Mt Devi*. We go to Rishi Meadows*. We go to Jolly Point *. We go to Eagle Lake *. We return to Jolly Point *. We drive to the towering trees*. We travel through the towering trees on back roads *. We see an elk on the beach *. We drive to the mouth of the Rascal River *. We drive to the Extreme Vortex *. We go to the Salt Caves *. We go to Castle Beach *. We go to Heavenly Bridge *. We spend the night near Cork *. We return to Heavenly Bridge *. We drive around Mt. Hester and south to Carriage *. We come to Emerald Lake *. Our spirit travels before us back to Carriage *. We go to Bird Heaven *. We return to Carriage*. We go to the Mineral Springs *. We return to Quark Valley *. Our ceremony is ended and we bury 2 crystals at the top of the rick where Sybil, Claire and I had buried three crystals before.

We descend to the car and drive around the rest of the Lake. At one point Sky tosses a crystal toward the lake. I do the same at a place overlooking some ancient rocks. Here we are near Mt. Sceptor and opposite the Sentinel, so I’m leaving this crystal directly opposite those buried on the Sentinel.

We return to Carriage. When we reach the Northern exit for the Business highway, I’m confused about the route and decide to drive that part of our route from the south on our return from Bird Heaven.

We drive to Bird Heaven and it’s sad. The water is dried up and there’s small grass-like plants growing there. There are some large dried-up cracks in the ground. The energetic temple on the platform feels old and abandoned. There are only a few birds. I do a soil balancing for all of the Wildlife Refuge. Then a soil balancing for the area underneath the platform. Then I do an energy clearing for all of the Refuge and an energy clearing for the platform and temple. As a result, the temple is becoming re-activated. Then I ask Sky to play. I connect in all the Misselthwaite points and ask that this linkage reactivate this temple. After Sky plays for a bit, I feel a distracting energy from a rear corner of the platform. There’s a bench there and I more to sit on it and the energy goes away. Sky’s bowl playing re-awakens the temple even further. After a moment, I feel this temple connect to the one at the Headwater and I feel and almost hear the connection snap into place. After she plays, I leave a crystal beneath the platform to stabilize the positive energy and one under the entry walkway. I ask the crystals to continue to remind the temple that it is a temple.

We drive to Carriage, entering the town via the Business highway. We purposely drive around the depressed area for the center city, sending love and light as we go. Finally we reach the motel, but find that they are full. We call a few other motels in our price range, but they are all full. A motel in Wyatt has plenty of empty rooms, so we retrace our route back almost to Bird Heaven and all the way to Wyatt. We stop at Rumbling Point to eat our half sandwiches that we never finished at lunch. We arrive at Wyatt around 8 p.m., tired from our dramatic day.

Heavenly Bridge

2010-11-07T14:11:00.000-08:00

September 20, 2010

The next morning we have eggs and tea in a café before setting out for the Heritage Marker. On the way, Sky is drawn to drive down a certain street and we find ourselves at a historic steamboat landing which juts out into the river like a pier. We walk out on the pier and find ourselves upstream from Heavenly Bridge. The energy here is soft and enfolding. The water and land here create a somewhat circular shape and the soft energy seems to spin gently in this circle. We bask in the magnetic energy of this vortex for awhile and then we drive to the Heritage Marker. We take a path into the trees that line the cliff above the river. We find a natural altar and I lay out three crystal pointing toward Mt. Hester. I call in all the Misselthwaite points, Sinuous Mound, Mt. Hester and Sky’s 12 Eastern points. I ground them all here and ask and intend that this grounding will bring greater strength and light to all and that this water be purified and enlivened by this work. After we are done, I balance and stabilize the work with flower essences. Balancers are F-1, Moon and SR5. Stabilizers are F-2 and SR7.

We drive slowly across the Bridge. No cars are around us so we take our time. We notice an island down below and decide to go there. We find the island and park the car, bringing Sky’s bowl across a grassy area to the tip of the island nearest the Bridge. An informational sign says the Native Americans believed there is a family connection between Mt. Hester, Mt. Harmony, and Mt. Adamas. So I add connections to Mt. Harmony and Mt. Adamas into the energy we are carrying. Sky plays her bowl while I sit with my back against a helpful tree holding the space. Later Sky said that the water and the air took in the sound and absorbed it, and then diffused it out, dispersing it everywhere.

After leaving the island, I try to re-join the highway going East. However, I can’t find a way to do this and I’m forced onto the highway going West. I get off on the first exit to turn around. As I exit, a police car is stopping somewhat perpendicular to our approach. I instantly remember the incident of the police car slowing us down at the start of the Misselthwaite project and the perpendicular car slowing Laurel and I down near the Coastal Cliffs. I know we’re at the Megaworks, so instead of turning left to re-join the freeway, I turn right. I drive slowly around the different building and parking areas, sending blessings to each area.

When we feel that we have accomplished whatever our presence is intended to achieve, we leave the Megaworks and proceeded East. We drive around Mt. Hester and take the Highway toward Carriage. We try several times to find comfortable lodging near the Emerald Lake junctions but are not able to do so. Finally we realize that we are meant to go all the way to Carriage, even though that will mean more circling back the next day.

Castle Beach

2010-11-07T11:02:00.000-08:00

September 19, 2010

We drive to Fascia Point, near Castle Beach. People, dogs and kids are frolicking on the beach. It rained all day yesterday. Sky had asked for just half a day without rain for our time on Castle Beach. And amazingly, it’s not raining. After enjoying Fascia Point, we look for a way to get close to the famous Tristory Rock on Castle Beach itself. We find beach access and park near a circular wooden deck with bench seats and a dramatic snag tree in the center. The snag looks as though it has a being in it facing the sea.

We walk again on the beach enjoying the magnificent view. Finally we return to the car to get Sky’s bowl. On the bench on the circular deck, Sky lays out an altar. I add a stone I found on this beach. Also a crystal that I had tried to give Sky yesterday when she put a crystal in the river near the vortex. This crystal had jumped away and gotten lost somewhere in the car and we were unable to find it. Today it had reappeared and so I placed it with the others. Sky played the bowl a long time, while I called in all the Misselthwaite points. I ask and intend that this ceremony bring enlightened energy to our planet. Later Sky tells me that she made the same request. After our ceremony, we place my crystal plus one of Sky’s in the snag.

We have a delicious lunch of salmon wraps and fruit – our reward. Also we buy good chocolate in a candy store. As we leave Castle Beach it starts to sprinkle. Driving inland, we stop at a large waterfall, walking up to the higher bridge for a better view.

Driving on, as we approach Cork, we see a large rainbow on the other side of the river. I tell Sky that this may indicate that our work is to be done on that side of the Heavenly Bridge. We cross the Bridge for the first time and find the Heritage Marker where we’ll park to do our work in the morning.

That night, we sleep in a horse barn that belongs to a friend. The horses can’t get into the part of the barn where we’re sleeping, but we can hear them moving in the night. There is a violent storm with high winds and pelting rain most of the night. The weather Gods have answered Sky’s prayer, and apparently the delayed release is all the stronger.

Extreme Vortex

2010-11-07T11:00:00.000-08:00

September 18, 2010

We drive to the Extreme Vortex. As we approach, I notice a strange sensation as if the energetic fabric of the area is fractured. As if an energetic fault line had split and one segment had moved relative to the other. I start to have an unusual headache as if a long pin is piercing into one side of my head and out the other.

At the vortex, we decide not to take the tour because it would require too much time and we have far to drive today. We notice that the tree roots here are growing in unusual twisted shaped. I tell the man running the place that people say this vortex is the midpoint of a leyline between Dime Mountain and Mt. Sceptor, and that the leylines probably extended to Easter Island. He says he’s heard that before and that it’s said that Machu Pichu is also on a leyline connected to this place. I tell him that Dime Mountain and Mt. Sceptor are 2 points of a triangle and that Mt. Devi is the third point. As I’m talking to him, my stomach is getting increasingly queasy. Finally I say I have to get out of this place. Sky is OK here, but it makes me sick in the same way that toxic solvents sometimes have made me sick in the past.

The Salt Caves

2010-11-07T10:57:00.000-08:00

September 17, 2010

Sky has mentioned the place where a vortex is so powerful, things look mis-aligned. This morning she wakes up from a dream about a circle place. She’d given up on going to it because it’s too far from everything else. I say that I’d given up on the Salt Caves for the same reason. We look on the internet and find that the circle place is too far away. The vortex place turns out to be the powerful vortex that I’ve brought information about – and it’s near the Salt Caves. We understand that we’re to go there. We try to go directly using a small back country road. However, we can’t find it and even Sky’s GPS map won’t pull it up. The lady at the grocery store had said it would be fine to use, but now we stop at a convenience store and a milk delivery man tells me that it’s too dangerous. So we start back toward Jinks City and the towering trees. As we pass some large off-shore boulders, Sky connects with some kind of energy and begins carrying the energy with her.

We know that tours of the Caves are given on the hour. We expected to make the 3 p.m. tour, but we’re too late. Then the reservations lady tells me that they’re adding an extra tour at 3:30. So we’re in a smaller tour. In the cave, Sky finds that the energy she picked up off-shore leaves her. Apparently it just needed to hitchhike a ride here. At some point, I connect to all the Misselthwaite Points including the now-usual Coastal Cliffs, Destiny Mountains, and Emerald Lake as well as Sinuous Mound. This time there is a connection to some place beyond earth as well. I assume that this is a connection the Misselthwaites and/or the White Brotherhood want brought in.

The cave feels like it needs clearing. A lot of damage has been done to it through human use. It needs to be cleared and its vortex re-awakened. We reach a place where there are extremely steep stairs going up to a higher room. The stairs start in a passageway between the high room and a large lower room they call the ghost room. This passageway looks like the center of a funneling energy that starts in the higher room and funnels down through the passageway into the ghost room. All of the group except myself and the ranger climb into the upper room. I ask the ranger if there is any place in the cave where the energy feels a bit different. He says right here – he sometimes gets dizzy in this area. I energetically fill up the space with energy from the connections I’m holding. I ask and intend that these connections ground here. Later as we leave the cave, I do a quick energy clearing of the entire cave, sending the stuck energy on to its next higher step in evolution.

Outside the cave, I take a photo of Sky at the cave entrance. There are large milky-looking circles all around her in the photo. She takes a picture of me. There is one smaller well-defined orb to my left. We take a picture of the same spot with neither of us standing there. There are no orbs in this picture.

Back at the car, I balance and stabilize the work using Ambassador and Yellow Yarrow flower essence balancers and Eclipse, Chives, Comfrey, and Okra essences as stabilizers.

That night we check into a motel for the third night in a row. Rain is predicted for 2 more days.

The Towering Trees

2010-11-07T10:54:00.000-08:00

September 16, 2010

We drive all day and spend the night in a motel. The next morning, we drive to the Towering Trees. We take our time walking a one mile loop through the majestic ancient trees. Sky and I are enthralled with the deep serenity and quiet of this timeless place.

On leaving, we drive to nearby day use site on the beach. While using the restroom at the nearby campground, we run into a huge male elk. He makes a call that reminds us of sounds we heard from the other side of Eagle Lake during our night there. We’d been wondering what animals had made that wild indefinable sound. Later we see the elk standing next to the road scratching his huge antler on a tree trunk.

We drive through Jinks City on our way to another park. The town is depressed, the energy low and heavy. We take the back way into the park. We only go a short distance before pulling over. Sky wants to play her bowl and direct the energy toward the town of Jinks City. I sit in the car and hold the space while she plays. Later she tells me that she asked the trees to send the energy to the town through their root systems and to direct it wherever it needs to go. We continue driving down a narrow road framed by magnificent trees. I realize that this is one of the visions I saw when Sky played her bowl near the top of Mt. Devi the first day of our trip.

We walk another ½ mile loop through the towering trees, except that we somehow veer off the trail, so we walk more than ½ a mile. That night there is rain so we stay at a motel near the mouth of the Rascal River.

Eagle Lake

2010-11-07T10:51:00.000-08:00

September 14, 2010

Sky and I drive up to the end of the road where we had performed the ceremony 2 days earlier. Sky takes a rock and a special crystal and goes into some trees to commune with the mountain. I hold the space for her by walking a labyrinth there. On the drive down the mountain, we continue experiencing the sense of slow-motion time and the sense that the trees are sentinels honoring us on our departure.

We drive toward Eagle Lake. We reach Jolly Point and find the stump and see some of the lapis that our group left there in April. I had told Sky about the near-by area where there were logged tree stumps and a sense of sadness. I show her this place, and she feels it too – the aftermath of some kind of abuse or trauma. We go back to the car and get my flower essences and soil balancing kit and Sky’s crystal bowl. We return to the place, and I begin clearing the area using the Perelandra energy clearing process. Sky begins playing her bowl like a temple gong, tapping it rather than ringing it. She continues as I balance and stabilize the process with the soil balances and the flower essences. She continues as I do the battlefield energy process and balance and stabilize that. Then we leave with a clear sense that we’ve cleaned the energy at that place.

At Eagle Lake we find a campsite without good level tent spaces. On the beach we find a large circle of stones with relatively level sand inside of it, large enough for us both to sleep there. So we decide to ditch the tents for the night and sleep under the stars near the water and within that circle.

That night, we come to the circle, get in our sleeping bags, and Sky gets out her bowl. The moon is above and directly in front of us. The waves on the lake have been choppy. Now the wind disappears and the lake becomes calm and the waters quiet. Sky begins playing. I notice 3 long thin white horizontal lines like long thin clouds above the lake to our right. Also a diagonal long thin cloud above the lake to our left. As Sky plays, the clouds move closer together and form a V with the moon between them. Later I describe this to Shawna and she says the “clouds” are craft.

Sky tells me that the sound of her bowl is making the water more crystalline. The lake remains calm all night. It’s quite cold and there is frost on our sleeping bags in the morning.

Slender Penstemons

2010-11-07T10:48:00.000-08:00

September 13, 2010

That night I don’t sleep much. There’s too much energy running through my body. I’m shivering as if with cold, but it’s probably more energy than cold. On waking, I gather the petals. The stamens are difficult to remove, but I manage it using the tweezers on my pocketknife. I test that I need 14 of the small flowers. I put them in a white ceramic dish (we have no glass) in the sun for 1 ¼ hours, then pour it into a plastic bottle, and lay it next to my large crystal for another 1 ¼ hours to stabilize it. The camp host says they are Slender Penstemons. I gathered the more violet ones which are a deeper color than the fuchsia ones.

The camp host suggests to me that we look for “Cosmic Lilies” on the path to the higher meadows. Sky and I set out to look for them, Sky carrying her crystal bowl. We hike quite a ways without finding the lilies. After a time, we find a bare, tall spirally-twisted stump standing near the path like an obelisk. A thin, bare horizontally-gent tree stands nearby. Sky says this indicates a portal. I hike maybe 50’ farther up the path and find a large stump embedded in a large mound. I call to Sky that I’m to stay with this stump during our time here. Sky sits in a split between the twisted tree and one growing near it and plays her bowl. The sound fills the space between us, filling the huge portal that appears to be here. Again I see images of our trip in my 3rd eye.

After our enchanting concert, we hike back to Sky’s car and drive to the coop in Devaki. There we have lunch and buy a chocolate cookie for the fairies. I also buy 2 airplane-size containers of brandy to preserve the flower essence. Then we drive to Lake Bountiful, park and walk to the place where we had opened a portal last April. I took another picture of Mt. Devi from the same spot. We are on the same bank we had seen from above the day before. Sky plays her bowl and we both throw infused crystals into the lake. I find a small stone that seems to have entities enfolded in it, and I take it with me, putting it with the rest of my stones and crystals.

The drive back to Rishi Meadows is profound. We enter a slower, more vibrant reality. We pass the trees that frame the road as if in slow motion. It seems as if they are allowing us to experience their sense of time and place.

That evening, as we’re walking to our campsite, Shawna calls. She’s feeling the loss of her daughter who has left for college and wants to stay alone and quiet tonight. Sky tells her that I made a flower essence. Shawna says that makes her day. She says that this is sacred work, and that I will be bringing in flowers from the higher dimensions. I feel filled with gratitude that such work will be mine to do.

Back at the campsite, it’s growing dark. Sky breaks the large chocolate cookie into 3 pieces and puts them a 3 different spots among the patch of Slender Penstemon flowers. After a moment, she takes a picture of the patch. In this photo, everything looks normal. A few minutes later, she takes another picture. This time several orbs are clearly visible in the photo.

That night, I sleep soundly except for walking to the outhouse and back at about 3 a.m. the stars are stunningly gorgeous. I also read a few pages of Behaving As If the God in All Life Matters. In these pages, Machaelle Wright explains that the devic realm creates a blueprint from a person’s body based on the direction, purpose and life contract of that soul. The nature spirit realm manifests that body for the soul according to the blueprint. As long as a person is fulfilling their soul contract, the body is healthy because it has been constructed to be in balance for that direction and purpose. When a person uses their free will to make other choices for their life, ill health results, because their body hasn’t been constructed for those life choices.

White Coral Bells

2010-11-07T10:43:00.000-08:00

September 12, 2010

White coral bells
Upon a slender stalk.
Lilies of the Valley deck my garden walk.
Oh, don’t you wish
That you could hear them ring?
That will happen only
When the fairies sing.

We drive to Rishi Meadows and set up camp. Then we drive to the end of the road. I take the crystals that wanted to come with me and Sky takes her crystal bowl. We both see the place to go. A vibrant green patch of low-growing foliage up the mountain slope. As we climb to the place, I’m singing the old Girl Scout song White Coral Bells. I’m weeping, although I don’t know why. But I’m sure that this song is somehow a message to us. When we reach the spot, a lovely aroma envelopes us. The low foliage is actually some kind of pine exuding a heavenly scent. We sit on boulders and put our crystals on a lovely red cloth Sky has brought for just such occasions. From this place we can see Lake Bountiful below and the exact bank where we did our Misselthwaite ceremony last April. We’re about to start when we’re joined by a young man who appears to be in his early 20’s. Sky starts the bowl singing and I connect up this place with all the other Misselthwaite points plus Emerald Lake, Destiny Mountains, and the Coastal Cliffs. I ask and intend that this grounding be used for my highest good and the good of all on earth. The energy of this ceremony is high, intense and pure. When Sky is done with her playing, the 3 of us each take a crystal, infuse it with our essence, and throw it into the mass of vibrant green foliage. The young man leaves us and Sky and I linger on the rocks enjoying the feeling. Another man joins us and thanks Sky for the crystal bowl music which had fortuitously started as his group was infusing energy into some crystals. When we return to the parking lot, I balance the energy work with soil balancers (dolomite and kelp) and stabilize it with flower essences (V-1 and Moon). At first, I’m only able to identify the V-1 essence, although I know another one is needed. Sky was getting a hit each time I said “Moon” and finally she realized that I need her help. So we get it done.

We get in the car and drive the short distance to the higher Rishi Meadows. We’re on the trail to the springs when we run into Shawna and her daughter returning from the meadow. On greeting Shawna, my energy surges higher. She immediately asks me if I’m doing flower essence work and comments that the flowers are blooming much later this year than usual. She asks us to phone her later.

At the spring, I hold the crystals in my hands as on my previous visit and ask the saint to infuse his essence into them. This time my hands become nicely warm but not so dramatically hot. As I meditate, I see roads, cliffs, bridges, and waterfalls. I see Sky and myself at all these places. I also decide to make a flower essence from the flowers growing near our campsite. We feel that these flowers magnetically pulled us to choose that particular site. They called to Sky and now they’re calling to me.

Elysan

2010-11-07T10:38:00.000-08:00

September 3, 2010

We drop Laurel’s daughters off at and take the famous coastal highway south. Laurel is a friend and a student of shamanism. Weeks before, when planning this day, we talked of for hunting stones at one of three places: on a nearby beach, on the coastal highway, and at some property that her neighbor knew about. At the time, the idea of the coastal highway had pulled at me, but since things sometimes evolve differently than I expect, all had been left open. It was understood that we would be using guidance and feeling our way. The previous evening, I had located a point on Google Earth that called to me. I “saw” us finding stones there. That morning, Laurel had told me that she had received the understanding that we were to go down the coastal highway, and that we were to do earth energy work there.

As we enter the intense energy that pervades the dramatic coastal cliff area, I locate the point I had identified for finding stones on Laurel’s dashboard GPS map. When we reach that point, Laurel feels we should continue further, so we drive on. We reach the world-famous Elysan Foundation, which has been a force in the Human Potential Movement for nearly 50 years. We drive in and ask if there is any way we can see the place, but are told we must be signed up for a workshop, seminar, or at least a massage to use the grounds. So we continue driving south.

After a time, Laurel senses that we’ve gone far enough, that there is something further ahead for her to see or do, but not today. So we turn around. I locate a point on the GPS where I sense we should stop. Laurel comments that my new point must be somewhere near Elysan. As we approach the point, I remember that Kalia has told me to look for signs in nature. So I tell Laurel to look for something unusual – like a raven or a rainbow. We reach the point and there is a pull-out on the ocean side of the road, so I ask Laurel to pull over. I get out of the car and I sense that I’m to move to my left and closer to the cliffs. That’s when I see it. There is a large white X nailed to the ground. I think “They’re making it easy for me again.” I walk up a short incline opposite the X and I’m standing on the cliff overlooking the ocean below. This is obviously where we are to do our earth energy work. I tell Laurel that this is it, and it’s a lesson to me that the signs don’t always have to be from the natural world. Clearly a man-made X will do.

Laurel brings her mesa to the spot and uses her tiny rattle to call in the 6 directions. I’m connected to the Deva of the Misselthwaite Project and my Nature Spirit and White Brotherhood guides. I connect to Misselthwaite points: Jolly Point, Lake Bountiful, Lake Serene, Rumbling Point, Bird Heaven, Eagle Lake and the additional points at the Destiny Mountains and Emerald Lake. I connect to Utopia and I’m laughing as I send love and greetings there. I also connect to Mt. Hester, Mt. Harmony, and Mt. Independence. Once I have all these connections open and connected to my current position, I gather them all in a ball and throw the ball to Sinuous Mound, connecting them there. I ask and intend that all these connections stabilize this place and that this place be strongly connected to the global grid. Finally, Laurel closes the directions, and it is done. I use my flower essences to balance and stabilize our process. Waves of happiness and satisfaction wash over us. We feel our work to be rightly completed and it is good.

Back in the car, we begin driving northward. It turns out that our vortex is only 500 to 600 feet from the entrance to Elysan. We had thought that the work was not only for this area of coastal cliffs, but was specifically intended to protect and stabilize the Elysan Foundation. When we see how close the vortex is, this conclusion seems even more probable.

As we drive northward, I again sense and locate on the GPS the spot I had identified the night before on Google Earth. As the car reaches that place, there is a white car backing up slowly across the road at a 90 degree angle to us. We slow down, and I feel that this is a sign that we are to stop here. Laurel drives into a pull out on the right, and we get out and explore, but the energy is all wrong. In the meantime, the white car has turned down a narrow road on the other side of the highway. So Laurel says we need to follow that car. We do so and find that we are on a road to a place called Hidden Beach.

At the beach, we pay the day-use fee, park and walk onto the beach and up to a high vantage point above the water and boulders below. We eat our lunch, enjoying the magnificent view. As we descend, we look for stones. I select a gnome-like one and one that is heart-shaped with a piece chipped out of it – a broken heart, and Laurel also finds stones that are right for her. As we leave the beach, fog is beginning to roll in. The return drive is stunningly beautiful and we drive it feeling gratitude for this day.

Essences of Flowers

2010-11-07T10:35:00.000-08:00

August 7, 2010

You were shown flowers and given scents of flowers for a reason. So that you will know that what Shawna spoke of -- your work with plants, water and flower essences -- is true. This is your path – one of your many paths – to self-realization and connection with your true self and with all that is. The red flower with daisy-like petals and thick black stamens grows beside a pond where someday you may find it and you will ask it for permission to infuse its essence for the healing of others.

New flowers from Venus and other places will soon be growing here. Make essences from these flowers. The use of flower essences in leyline work can be even more powerful than the use of crystals. Your “flower essence” crystal has been connected to all the Misselthwaite points. Now plants from those areas will start talking to you.

Deva of plants, Deva of flowers, Deva of water
Teach me your ways.
I will serve you.
Allow me to bring your knowledge of healing to mankind.

Eagle Lake and Emerald Lake

2010-11-07T10:25:00.000-08:00

July 25, 2010

We are three soul sisters on a mission. Sybil, Claire and myself. I am driving Sybil’s car and we are approaching a place that is dear to me. I call the place Jolly Point because of the light-heartedness that enters into you when you’re there. The logical linear world drops away and you enter a garden of connectedness and inner knowing. We are talking to Kalia on the phone, which is enough in itself to bump my consciousness up a notch or two. But the approach of this special place is even more intense, my heart is pounding with excitement and focusing on driving becomes more difficult. I park in the lot and run to the spot which is the energetic launching point for my connection to the vortexes of Mt. Devi. I touch the sacred but ordinary-looking stump and Manzanita bush which are the totems of this place. They welcome my return as my heart opens to the deep satisfaction of being in a place of complete rightness. Quickly I connect to the other points and send a special greeting to those within the mountain. They are aware of my presence and are also sending me greetings of love and connectedness. I don’t linger long. We must set up a camp on the shores of Eagle Lake before dark.

When we reach Eagle Lake, we don’t find the right campsite immediately. To best do our work, we will need one located on the Lake. Sybil is sure that one has been energetically set aside for us. So we work through a process of trial and error, logic and intuition, until we find it. A lovely large site with a picnic table and level tent sites away from the distraction of the road and right on the Lake.

After setting up camp, we face another unknown. When is our work to be done? Late night? Early morning? Or some other time? Late night turns out not to feel right, so we go to sleep. In the middle of the night, I awaken with the knowledge that the time has come. I’m drowsy with sleep and don’t really feel like getting out of my cozy sleeping bag. Yet I hear Claire moving around. She’s awake and out of her tent. The inner urging that “now is the time” is insistent. I get up and ask Claire to get the crystals. I wake Sybil gently – she’s deeply asleep. The words are put into my mouth to say: “The Misselthwaites are waiting for us”.

I can’t tell you the exact content of our ceremony. These moments are indescribable anyway. I can tell you that the moon’s reflection in the ripples of the Lake played energetic games with us, heightening our consciousness and connectedness with all that is. And I can tell you that the Misselthwaite beings used me to request of Sybil that she say a special Japanese prayer –the Matsu prayer. I say “they used me” because it was clearly not something I would have thought of myself. This prayer shifted the energy and stabilized our work, making our newly formed vortex stronger and more durable.

July 26, 2010

In the morning, we drive to Rishi Meadows. We again play the “find the right campsite” game. An easier challenge in this case. After setting up tents, we hike the short distance to the sacred spring. We sit near the spring in silent meditation along with several other pilgrims who have been drawn to this storied place. I connect effortlessly to the saint who is the guardian of this meadow. The veils are very thin here, the connection is easy and strong. I ask Claire for the bag of crystals. I hold the bag in my two hands, asking the saint to infuse the crystals with his vibration. My hands gradually become warmer until they are hot. Much more heat than I have ever experienced when doing healing work. I send gratitude to the saint for granting my request and for giving me this direct, and to me undeniable, evidence of his presence. Because, after all, the work we are doing, and how we are perceiving it, would not seem sane to most people. So sometimes you question yourself. “Is this real, or am I merely making it up in my own mind?” And yes, I know it’s possible to use your mind to create the sensation of heat in your hands. So my experience would prove nothing to a skeptic. But it’s helpful to me because I know that I ordinarily don’t have the ability to make my hands heat up. It only happens when I’m aware of a connection to something greater than my earthly self, and when I have an intention to send energy using a power greater than my earthly self. The heat in my hands validates that I am connected to a greater spirit that is working through me for the success of our project.

July 27, 2010

Emerald Lake astounds us with its eye-popping beauty. I’ve been here twice before but memory doesn’t prepare me for the tremendous jolt of energy that runs up my spine when I first see it again.

Our driving destination is a vista point with a large parking lot on the west side of the Lake. It overlooks an island floating in the incomparable blue-greenness of the Lake. Today the overcast grayness of the sky adds a touch of subtlety to the colors. Our hiking destination can be seen from the parking lot: the Sentinel lookout standing watch on the highest point above the Lake. The path to it is a short 7/10 of a mile long, but it takes about 40 minutes to traverse its cascade of switchbacks. Once there, the place is crowded. Too crowded, we feel, to start our work. The lookout is closed, but there is a large viewing area. From this vantage point, we can clearly see dozens of mountains and several lakes in the sweeping landscape below. A large sign graphically reproduces the view and helpfully names each mountain and lake. We can see Mt. Devi, Carriage Lake and Bird Heaven.

We are waiting for people to leave, but they seem to be staying, possibly to wait out the rain which is now arriving. So we decide that each of us will find a place suited to her own unique energy and each of us will begin the ceremony within herself. I choose the top of a high group of rocks, the highest point on the viewing platform. I begin sending energy to each of our other Misselthwaite vortexes around Mt. Devi and also to the Destiny Mountains. I connect each point back to our new vortex, the place where I’m now sitting. I gather energy and send it on a scythe-shaped trajectory from Emerald Lake to Carriage Lake, then down to Bird Heaven and curving around to Mt. Devi, the Mother Herself. I’m not aware of where Claire and Sybil are, but after a time I notice that the other people have all left and Sybil is chanting her Matsu prayer aloud. The sky is much darker and there is lightening at not too great a distance away. Sybil finishes her timeless prayer and joins me on the high rock. Each of us sends her essence into a crystal and buries it there at this high spot. As soon as we complete the burying of the crystals, the electro-magnetic dynamics of the place instantly changes. A bolt of lightning hits a nearby lightening rod, crackles the air, and throws Sybil backward, and she hits her head on the boulder. Claire’s fine straight hair is standing straight upward. I wonder how much of a charge the saint put in those crystals! We hastily decide that it’s time to leave. We quickly descend, stopping only to snap a few pictures and for Claire to bury one last crystal where it wants to be – at the end of a switchback near a profusion of flowers and overlooking the Lake.

As we descend, we’re filled with joy and a sense of accomplishment. We’ve done everything we were asked to do, and now we bask in a celebratory feeling, and it seems as though the Misselthwaite beings are celebrating with us. We can almost hear them popping champagne corks.

We decide that a motel in town actually sounds better than setting up camp in the rain. So the three soul sisters end their day freshly showered, in clean nightclothes, and in soft beds with warm and grateful hearts.

Mastery

2010-11-07T10:21:00.000-08:00

July 22, 2010

Mastery. This word was spoken today and I felt it resonate within my expanded self. To know an art – or a science – takes time, intention and determination. Some months ago the word “mastery” occurred within me. And it challenged me to own it. Homeopathy is wide and deep. So wide and so deep that one can spend a lifetime of study and practice and never have completely mastered its beguiling ways.

Yet at some point in the journey, you arrive at a waystop that is at least the beginning of mastery. I am no longer a neophyte. I am no longer an infatuated lover entranced by the beauty and power of this craft. I know what I’m doing. I even know what to do when I make the inevitable mistakes that lead to new learning. I have come to this place of knowing through intention, strength and determination, and now it is mine to own. And I own it by saying it: “I am a master of the practice of homeopathy.” By saying this, I accept and own what has already happened. Greater knowledge, understanding and intuition have combined with the unfolding of my spiritual self in such a way that I, the practitioner, am practicing from a deeper, richer space. I know the practice of homeopathy, I have mastered it.

Imagine a magical coin. On one side, in beautiful calligraphy it says “Intention”. On the other in bold Times Roman it says “Determination”. The coin as a whole stands for one thing with two sides: intention and determination. Perhaps that one thing is resolve. This one thing is the genesis. Some great part of me, my oversoul perhaps, created a resolve. To enact the resolve, I activated the intention: I wanted to heal. That is, I wanted to transmit healing and I wanted others to be healed as a result. I activated the intention first because intention must always come before manifestation. Once the intention is activated clearly and fully, determination must be activated to carry me through the lifetimes of healing that follow. Intention and determination must partner and balance each other. If intention flags, I’m fruitlessly busy, doing things without purpose or coherence. If determination flags, I mire in inertia and get sidetracked into meaningless pursuits. When they work together, hand-in-hand, I surf effortlessly to the shores of my higher desire.

A Magical Boy

2010-11-07T10:17:00.000-08:00

July 22, 2010

Dickon. In my blog, I call him Dickon after the magical boy in The Secret Garden. Nature opens herself to Dickon and shares with him all her secrets. A fox sits on his shoulder and a crow flies beside him accompanying him on his journeys over the moor. Dickon tells Mary that he will keep her secret safe – just as he keeps safe the location of every bird’s nest on the moor.

In real life, the boy I call Dickon is my son, and he is a magical boy – although at 25, “young man” would be a more accurate term. Like Dickon in the Secret Garden, animals are drawn to him. As a boy, our cat would sleep on the top of his head. I would have pushed the cat aside, but Dickon just let her sleep there. Our dog would sleep with all the kids, but managed somehow to spend twice as much time in Dickon’s bed than in any other.

Being Dickon’s Mom was enough to give me grey hairs at 40. Dickon is a born peace-maker and will not engage in any type of conflict. You can try to goad him, rant and rave, or tie yourself in knots, but he will not engage you in conflict whatever you do. I have sometimes been called “stubborn” but I readily acknowledge that I have met my master in the arena of stubbornness, and his name is Dickon. Now you may think “OK, this is good. He won’t fight, he won’t argue, what could be better?” But that’s because you think that if he doesn’t argue, he’s docile, he does as he should. Oh no, I didn’t say that! He does precisely what he wants, and he doesn’t argue about it, end of story. And one of the things he wants is to sleep late. Another is to take a long shower in the morning. The fact that he’s enrolled in a high school 2 bus rides across town doesn’t change the fact that he wants to sleep late, take a long shower, and take his time. Did you know that some kids consider the prospect of expulsion from school to be an inducement? This is quite a divergent mindset from my own schoolgirl thinking that led to straight A’s and a college scholarship. I did my ineffectual best to comply with the laws of our state and get my child to school every day on time. I’d knock on his door in the morning, although he had a perfectly working alarm clock. I’d turn off the hot water at the water heater to get him out of the shower. I even occasionally drove him to meet the second bus when he’d missed the first one. And when the school threatened me with citation, I told them that he was bigger than me and stronger than me, and that I couldn’t make him do anything.

Now that you know how obstinate he can be, maybe you’re thinking he’s a bit of an unpleasant person. But no, actually, he’s a magical boy. His magic is partly in his sweetness, his calmness, his deep there-ness that’s so soothing. People as well as animals like to be around this man of few words. The words he does say are finely chiseled, like minimalist poetry. His drawings are like his words – spare. Just a few lines, maybe the contour of a face and a smile, that bring out a wealth of expression. Sometimes people tell me that Dickon won’t talk to them. I tell them that Dickon refuses to chit-chat. He will only talk if one of you – and hopefully both of you – are passionate about the subject. He certainly won’t talk for your convenience or to fill up space.

Here’s a hint: to engage his passion, talk about music. One time a psychic tuned into him, just knowing his name, age and that he is my son. She said “Oh, my! Music is flowing from his soul.” I thought “Yes, beautiful music from a beautiful soul.”

It has been one of the privileges of my life to be Dickon’s mother and to give him some of the love and support he needed as a child. I spent many hours reading him stories and later listening to stories of his invention. I still have maps of enchanted lands that he created. I always made sure that he had his own room because his soul required solitude – even if that room was just a big walk-in closet converted into a bedroom. He never needed much space, but he needed alone time. Today it gives me joy to think of him living near the hot springs resort and working on that beautiful property and within the vibration of expansion there. A magical place and a fitting place for a magical boy.

Co-Creative Partnership

2010-11-07T10:12:00.000-08:00

June 30, 2010

One the Misselthwaite call last Monday night, Kalia said, “Elinsa found that she could be in 3 places at once.” She was referring to the day my solid physical body was at Lake Bountiful, and I was also under the Mountain and at Jolly Point. My 3 bodies were playing with ropes of light, throwing spirals of energy back and forth along the ropes between us, somewhat like a game of catch. So who were those other 2 Elinsas? Were they just thought forms with no body? That would be just me thinking about having bodies at other places. The other 2 bodies were real bodies with form and organization, with sensation and the ability to act. They were less solid, but not less real. If I created them with intention and recalled them with intention, then perhaps I created this more solid body with intention as well.

We are pushing against the barriers of our earthly understanding. The barriers that protect us from experiencing all that is so that we may conduct our lives within the time/space limits of earthly life. We have chosen to live within those limits because they are what makes life on earth unique and such a great school. This great school has been like high school. We study, learn and grow, but eventually high school ends and it’s time to move on to a larger, wider and deeper school. In our expanded school of college or the work world, we continue to learn and grow. So it is that we on earth have come to graduation. It is time to leave the smaller school that life on earth has been until now and matriculate into a more expanded school.

What about those time/space limits? They will still be prominent features of our earthly life. A century after acquiring the theoretical knowledge, we will actually be drawing the realization that time and space are relative into ourselves and making it our own. Like a roller coaster, this will be both scary and fun. If you like adventures, you’ll love the ride. So yes, we’ll know that we can have more bodies. Also more lifetimes, more power of intention, and more ability to create our world. To be a victim now means struggle. Hopefully the strugglers can get into our new school’s remedial class.

One of the first assignments of our new school will be to learn more about how our intention creates form. It is the soul that intends, but intention is only part of creation. The soul alone cannot clothe our intention in form. The domain of nature is the ruler of form. These two domains, the domain of soul and the domain of nature together create our bodies and our world. We ignore our partner in creation, and then we wonder why our vehicle rides like a car whose carburetor is missing on every other piston. Our arrogant disregard of nature brings us endless misery, but still we persist in thinking that we can somehow dominate our magnificent partner.

Nature’s domain is not the domain of feeling. That belongs to us. Nature cares not for our love. Nature wants our agreement to work in co-creative partnership in accordance with the grand design for our universe.

Lunar Eclipse

2010-11-07T10:09:00.000-08:00

June 26, 2010

I had my alarm set for 4:18 am in order to be awake and watching the fullest part of the lunar eclipse at 4:38. I was dreaming. In my dream Ursa was conducting a class. She told me to go get a warm washcloth and something else, I can’t remember what. These items were clearly to comfort me with the implication that she was going to give me some difficult news about something personal to me.

Suddenly I experienced a tremendous surge of energy rushing up and through my entire body. This surge was similar to the surge I experienced on the morning of April 25th, the day before we opened a vortex on the Destiny Mountains. With the surge, I woke up. It was shortly after 4 am. I went onto our deck and got in our hot tub. The eclipse was in process. I bathed myself in the energy of the eclipse until shortly after dawn, around 5:00 a.m. During that time the veil between dimensions was thin in general, and I saw a couple of things in particular that were not from our 3d dimensional reality.

The first was a triangular black shape that moved fast and low horizontally across my field of vision. It was quite a ways above the ground, higher than the nearby tall bushes but not as high as the tops of the pine trees. It was larger than the largest birds here – larger than a turkey vulture or a bald eagle, and also moved too fast to be a bird. It was too small and low to be a plane. It was maybe the size of a large kite, but moved too quickly to be a kite, and it was too low and too close to me.

The other unusual thing I saw was a flash of light that seemed to occur in front of me and to my left. I say “seemed to occur” because I didn’t see the flash itself, but rather I saw the leaves of the nearby tall bushes light up on the side facing the moon as if an intense light source had suddenly flashed light on them. It looked like there was a sudden flash of lightening, but I saw no lightening, heard no thunder, and the sky was completely clear.

Skidmore and I are staying at home this weekend, due to guidance I received to not travel, not even to the post office. I imagine we’ll see the effect of the eclipse energy ripple outward as we move through the summer.

Remaking Our World

2010-11-07T10:06:00.000-08:00

June 16, 2010

The reality of things unseen. Uploading my writings to a blog – even an anonymous blog – commits me to a public avowal of a belief in things unseen. Energy vortexes, underground cities, leylines, Lemurian temples. Compared to these, homeopathy seems rather staid and pedestrian. I present the blog posts as stories so that more people can read and enjoy them. But there are things unseen in the stories too. Unseen assumptions about how the world works that are different from what is generally accepted in our society. We know, at least theoretically, that everything is created from energy. The unseen link, that some know, but most do not, is that energy is created from thought and aspiration. And therefore that energy follows thought and aspiration and can be moved by thought and aspiration.

The pictures of the oil spill are horrifying, and they are intended to be so. It is our thought and our intention that we show ourselves in a visceral way this normally hidden side of our petroleum lifestyle. Many people and species of the Gulf have agreed on a soul level to sacrifice so that we might see this, and be compelled to make another choice in our means of transportation. This is human thought and aspiration in action, remaking our world.

To the waters, plants and animals of the Gulf, Dr. Emoto suggests we say “Please forgive me. I apologize. Thank you. I love you.”

It is right that each of us apologize, because we each have participated in our chosen lifestyle which includes the use of petroleum for our transportation and our casual acceptance of corporate control of many aspects of our daily lives. It is right that we ask forgiveness for allowing things to get to the point that this sacrifice is necessary. It is right that we thank the water and living beings of the Gulf for their willingness to make that sacrifice. And it is right that we send them love and healing from the deepest well of our open hearts.

Now we wait. More earth changes are coming. More sacrifices will be made so that we will see the implications of our choices. And so that it will be easier to make new choices than to remain the same. I want to enfold the quiet beauty of this day in my heart and carry it like a talisman to protect my spirit from becoming overwhelmed by chaos in the days to come. May it help me remember that it is my thought and human aspiration, aligned with the thoughts and aspirations of millions of others, that are creating these earth changes for the benefit of us all.

California Poppies

2010-11-07T10:02:00.000-08:00

June 16, 2010

California Poppies. Each one with 4 startlingly bright orange-golden petals forming a funnel, the funnel swirling down to upreaching stamens in the center. A small fly looking like an ant with wings carries pollen between the flowers. Vetch also grows here, tender seeds inside a tiny nascent pod. Now a surprise. I see that the tiny violet-pink disk flowers are actually part of the poppy plant. Oh, I see. The small disks are what remains after the stamens and petals are gone, and the seed-carrying pod grows out of that. The poppy petals, despite their amazing iridescent intensity are not uniformly the same color. Tiny striations of darker color decorate each petal, tiny lines that start at the center tip of the petal and continue to the outer edge. Now the small fly that looks like an ant is gathering pollen on a small yellow flower with tiny lacy stamens. I’ve seen others of this same plant with the flower still enfolded in a ball, tightly held by green leaves, waiting to be revealed at the right time.

Under the pine tree, miniature pine cones are growing above my head. Their swirling funnel shaped reminds me of the poppy flowers. A ladybug crawls along a pine branch, perhaps looking for aphids. Whatever her business, I’m sure it’s helping maintain the balance of nature on this beautifully healthy farm.

Looking at this complexity of Nature’s design and balance, there can be no thought that humans can somehow mimic or control it. Mansanto surely knows this as well. Whatever they are doing, they aren’t really trying to improve on Nature. We who know that Nature has intelligence will find a way to saturate our global consciousness with this understanding. And soon it will be up to each person to discern where they will take their stand – to continue to try to dominate Nature or to work with Nature in love and cooperation.

Follow Your Bliss

2010-11-07T09:56:00.000-08:00

May 19, 2010
In my mind’s eye, the trees of Apple Valley Farm become the palm trees of the Shamanic Valley campground. The outdoor bathtub becomes the hot spring pools. The crystal around my neck becomes the gathering of crystals at the head of the pool. This grass is the grass of the campground lawn. These chirping birds become the cawing ravens. Why have I returned to this place today? Oh, of course. Dion read these words: “Follow your bliss.”

This place for me is a place of bliss, belonging and connection. I feel myself enter the earth and spread out until my shape becomes a thin layer beneath the whole of the campground area. Above me is the landing strip, the road to the upper springs, the hills that ring the campground where I walk with Skip in the morning, the spring beyond the single outhouse, the water flowing from the spring down through the small gully, the arrow weed bushes that ring the campground, the main road coming in, the double outhouse with its two rooms named for men and for women, the grassy lawn with palms where the ravens and bats rest, the dishwashing area, the fire circle with its benches, the picnic tables with the nearby book cupboard, the bathing area with its shower and tub, and lastly the pit of the source water with its two soaking pool outflows. And I’m spread out underneath all of it, encircling it, embracing it with my energy because we give each other joy. I love you, I know you, I will return.

So this was a moment of following my bliss. When I let my world be rocked by a book called Co-Creative Science by Machaelle Wright. I spoke of this yesterday to a Women’s group and here I am today, back at the scene of the crime, so to speak, at the place of origin where my partnership with nature began. I called in nature and I said “I want to learn from you. Will you enroll me in your curricula?” These words, if you are earnest and speaking from your heart, will evoke a response from nature that is beyond amazing. These words change the course of your destiny. They are that powerful. You begin living a new life where work, learning and joy are one. Forget boredom, it will never darken your door again. You are launched on a great journey and like Christopher Columbus, you will discover new realms.

And one of the greatest joys for me is that I get to do things that feel important. I have assignments, real responsibilities that feel substantial and meaningful. Even if I feel tired at the end of the day, it’s a satisfied tired. I feel as though I’m saturated with something that feeds a deep need and satisfies a yearning in my core.

A coyote has appeared. From my position underneath the ground, I see him top the rise of the hill and look down upon the campground. Why is he here? To dialog with me.

Me: Welcome coyote. Do you have a message for me today?

Coyote: The sounds of war are fading. The military planes that fly here will soon be silent.

Me: Thank you for the message. Is there something I’m to do or someone I’m to tell?

Coyote: There’s something for you to do and there’s someone to tell. You are to do another Battlefield Process.

Me: Today?

Coyote: Yes, today.

Me: I assume from my house. Am I to teleport to another location?

Coyote: Yes, teleport to the labyrinth and do the same process you did the morning after President Obama’s election.

Me: OK. And is there someone to tell?

Coyote: The right time will come to speak of this with your sister Sue and her husband. Wait until then.

Me: Do you have other messages for me?

Coyote: No, I leave you now.

I’m still under the ground, I’m still healing the earth here. I send blessings to the campground host, that he be happy and protected. I send blessings to all the people and animals that come here, that they be happy and protected and that they have the capacity to comprehend and hold the sacredness of this place. And now I’m leaving. I lift out of the ground and hover above the campground, looking down on the palm trees. I see the airstrip below and the road coming in and the road continuing on toward the upper springs. I lift up higher and see the earth below and all of the western part of our country and the Pacific Ocean down below me. I see myself sitting on a chair at the Apple Valley Farm. And now I’m all the way returned, completely here in just this one place. I take just one more moment to give thanks for the lovely journey to my favorite place.

We Didn’t Call it Homeopathy

2010-11-07T09:53:00.000-08:00

May 15, 2010
Ursa said, “We didn’t used to call it homeopathy” It was more elemental than that. We found beings in the world around us and harnessed their healing spirits. It wasn’t a separate thing. It was part of a life grounded in nature. We are coming back to the domain of love. When we live within the domain of love, we naturally partner with the domain of nature. The connection is seamless, our love and nature’s balance intertwining in an effortless pattern of beauty and grace. And what better way to experience this than by sitting here in the sun with the gentle breezes wafting around me, the fecund regeneration of spring displayed in profusion around me.

They didn’t call it homeopathy. They didn’t call it partnering with nature. They didn’t even call it paying attention – although it is a type of attention and I am “paying” it. It was an inner knowing that some people had more clearly than others – a knowing that was more present in more people more of the time, and that is returning to more of us now. This is why it helps your knowing to go into the gridlines of the earth. It puts you in contact with a deeper earth knowing that’s part of your heritage. This deeper knowing is a vital requisite for all the work you’re doing today.

I’m Game for All of It

2010-11-07T09:50:00.000-08:00

May 15, 2010
Springtime in Eagle Lake comes late. Now the lake is still shrouded in snow – waiting. But she is not completely asleep. Like a bear coming out of hibernation, she hears our thoughts. We are thinking of her and longing to be on her shores. Our thoughts pull at her and she responds, tugging at our hearts, pulling us magnetically to her. Before last March, I never knew this lake existed. Even now I’ve never seen a picture or heard a description. But this Lake of Mystery has the power to change my calendar, to have me send emails to Kalia, to write about her in my journal, to evoke a response in Sybil and in Ursa. We must go to the lake in July, and we all know it – how did Sybil describe it? – we all know it by the markers set within us.

The markers set within us are guiding me. The inter-dimensional beings that are my guides can flip these markers, activating them in the correct sequence and at the right time. The whole of the Misselthwaite Project was one big flipping marker-flipper. And now that my markers have been so massively flipped, I’m marked for life, and I live on the edge of the known and the unknown. On that fabled edge, you can either be afraid and hesitate or trust and step out. Step out even if you don’t know that there will be solid ground beneath your feet. Oh well, solid ground is probably over-rated anyway. Why live a boring life? Better to be walking a high tightrope with no net. Your feats of derring-do will amaze and delight everyone, especially yourself.

Epigenetics. The scientific name for marker flipping. I have given you permission to change my DNA. This is where our journey of love and learning has taken us. This intimate act where I agree to become a different person in my cellular memory because of the love, trust and connection between us. I was a person who would have violently resisted any attempt to change me. Any attempt to make me be not fully me. But this is different. This is taking me and raising that exact tone or vibration that is me to a higher octave. Me plus a matching, higher me. A me that is a step closer to the Me that was created from a droplet spun out from the ocean of God at the beginning of time. So yes, I trust that this process is safe. You can make my body crystalline, you can flip my markers and change my DNA, I’m game for all of it. And part of the deal is that I get to experience the tapestry of life deeply, richly, sucking up every drop of its delicious nectar.

Dialog with the Ravens of Shamanic Valley

2010-11-07T09:46:00.000-08:00

May 15, 2010
Me: Do you remember the day I decided to start this journey, even though I didn’t know what it was? The day I asked nature to be my teacher and you led me out a ways into the desert?

Raven: Yes, you didn’t know whether to believe that I was actually leading you or not. You thought I was, but you just weren’t sure. You felt so alone. How could a being like you, so detached from both animals and the earth understand that we are connected in an elemental way? Somehow in your isolation you’d found the way to ask for a deep connection with nature, and the asking allowed a trickle of intuition to start slowly seeping through you. It was that small trickle that caused you to realize that perhaps I actually was leading you and that you weren’t alone anymore. Today that trickle has become a mighty stream and take a look at your surroundings now. A home in the country on land the elementals love. Gardens, greenhouse, chickens, all alive and nourishing your spirit. A rootedness and a grounding that will last you through 2012 and beyond. All this because you made a decision to look beyond the teachings of man and enroll yourself in the teachings of nature. This is what you came here to do. This is why the mountains of your childhood moved you so. The Serendipity Mountains were for you that vital connection with nature that you needed just to survive and stay whole during your youth. And we love it that the Inception Mountains today attach to that same receptor in your heart where you carry your attunement to mountains. So twice a year they pull you to visit us in the magic and beauty of Shamanic Valley. You see how we now fly around you and send you messages from the palm trees. Because you are one of the humans that recognize us and love us. And we thank you for that.

Me: It’s my pleasure and honor to love you and connect with you whenever I come. Thank you for your love, wisdom and support.

Let the Sun Charge the Battery …

2010-11-07T09:41:00.000-08:00

May 12, 2010
It’s so lovely here. The trees and grass are reflecting an enchanting vibration of light. The whole planet seems infused with this light now and it puzzles me that more people aren’t noticing it. It seems as though everyone would be commenting on it. But maybe it’s just me and people like those in my circle who can see it. At any rate, it makes me so happy. It makes me feel like celebrating every day. The remarkable light assures me that the planet is ascending and that a higher destiny is assured.

It seems strange to me that Rochelle doesn’t realize what is happening. She does all that meditation, and her life is still about toil and effort. Trying to use her personal power to fend off the darkness. I don’t think it works that way. You don’t close out the darkness, you open the curtains and let the light in.

Bees are buzzing in the flowers of a nearby tree. What kind of tree is it? Red bark. Madrone maybe? There is more than one hive nearby because some of the bees are the medium-sized ones and some are tiny. The bees appear to have no problem vibrating with the higher frequency of the planet.

OK, now I’m holding the smoky quartz crystal from Shamanic Valley you asked me to bring. It attunes, I’m sure, to the Misselthwaite crystal around my neck. Where will the crystal take us? Ah, Jolly Point. Our favorite place to visit. Why are we here? Can I be here under the ground in the grid and write at the same time? Let’s see.

I stretch out under the ground, stretching into Utopia to the north and to Lake Bountiful to the west. Eagle Lake, you want us to go there, but Kalia’s schedule is challenging. Even if she comes, will the road be open in time? She has to get back to her classes by July 5th. I know I can do Eagle Lake by myself if need be. I can do it on my own as I did in the Canyon of the Ravens or at Silverfin Falls. It feels more solid with another person. Like it was with Sybil in the Destiny Mountains. You want us to physically go there and bring a crystal. I can do that. I’d be thrilled to do that. And maybe I could also go to Rishi Meadows and hang out in that glorious energy. I don’t think you’ll need to twist my arm. Can I bring my husband? Would he fit in with the project or would his not understanding what I’m doing be an obstacle?

Beings: He can come. He can choose to be with you at the vortex or just be nearby. We’d like to enlist him in future projects. Give him a chance, he might surprise you.

Me: Oh, we’re back at Lake Bountiful. Mt. Devi is in the distance, so stately and gorgeous. Why are we here? OK, now we spread under the ground to Lake Serene. We’re encircling the mountain. The tranquility of Lake Serene enters into me. I connect with her with my heart. I’m under the ground beneath her calm waters. I pause to enjoy the coolness of her waters flowing above me. I’m flying like a bird. I swoop down over Rumbling Point, then fly to the mountain, but I don’t stop. I’m being magnetically drawn to Bird Heaven. Oh, I’m there. I land like a swan on the water near the Viewing Platform. Oh, it feels like coming home. I can’t believe that I ever thought that man was interrupting us, when his words and energy turned out to have such profound importance to me. This is a lesson to me. To see perfection in every occurrence, in every encounter. I’m grateful that when Cicely showed up at the Destiny Mountains vortex, I knew she was there for a reason. And I engaged her just as Kalia engaged the man on the Viewing Platform. There are no accidents. I’m pulling those words inside me so they stay anchored within. I’m still swimming like a swan, enjoying the sun on my back. Soaking up the enchanting high vibration of the place. I’m not in any hurry to leave or to write more words. It’s too glorious and I haven’t been pulled elsewhere yet.

(pause)

I’m not sure I can do this. Can I be in Utopia and still write? My heart is so open, my eyes tearing. Do any of you have anything you want me to write – or that you want me to read to others?

Beings: My daughter, I send you love from the city of Utopia. Long separation will lead to joyous re-unification. The bounty of the earth lies before you. Eat and replenish your cells. Let the sun charge the battery of your soul. Love each other as we love you. (pause) Journaling is over for today. Return to your body and enjoy the beauty of a lovely spring day.

Lupins

2010-10-12T19:48:00.000-07:00

May 5, 2010
Lupins. Vibrant blue clusters of lupins. They carry on their roots a colony of microbes that fertilizes them and in return the lupins feed the microbes their sugar. Lupins are the first colonizers of the dead blasted-out ground left after a volcano. The first life to return to the barren volcanic wasteland. The toehold that re-starts the cycle of life. Today, thirty years after the cataclysm of Mt. St. Helens, life in all its amazing diversity abounds on that mountain. I am grateful to life, that she never stops, never gives up, and always returns, bringing us hope and joy.

The time of waiting for the impending events is necessary. Many factors must align for us to get the biggest growth surge for the amount of energy expended. We want to work as efficiently as possible to expose the earth and its living residents to as little damage as possible while fully completing the required changes.

The level of cooperation in this enterprise is not as high as we would desire, there is a lot of opposition and digging in of heels. This will eventually pass. Many lightworkers are now letting go of compromises they’ve made with the way things have been. Compromises that were a necessary adjustment to life on earth as it was, but that are no longer necessary and that no longer serve. Others are so heavily compromised that they don’t recognize their perceived reality as a compromise. They are currently enmeshed in struggle.

For those that can joyfully jettison their compromises, life is becoming even more magnificent. The beauty of the earth is more palpable and luminous than ever before. The song of birds is sweeter. The chirping of crickets in the field is more joyous. The whole of nature is harmonizing with the higher vibration the earth is experiencing. Lovely vibrations of sound and light are emanating from the planet out into the cosmos. The view of earth from space is becoming ever more enchanting.

As light workers relinquish their outdated compromises, they become calmer and filled with gratitude. They are centered in the eye of the storm as upheaval unfolds. Now is the time of infinite possibilities. You are creating the world you want. You are dreaming it into reality. Choose your thoughts and activities wisely. Surround yourself with love and beauty. Live in alignment with the natural world. The choices you make now are creating your new lifestyle, government, religion, community, occupations, and economy. Beyond these changes lies a responsibility unrecognized by most on the planet. The unity of mankind must solidify before the citizens of the earth can properly represent themselves as citizens of the universe. The details of what needs to happen are beyond your grasp, but know that there is a rightful place for mankind in the interplanetary councils. It may be helpful to consider this honor and responsibility that awaits you as you work toward peace and the unity of mankind.

Volcanoes and other earth changes will come – destruction will happen. Lupins and other early colonizers will return the barren earth to life. A more joyous time awaits.

Destiny Mountains

2010-10-12T18:20:00.000-07:00

April 28, 2010
The grass is swirling, a powerful energy surrounds us. We are in the eye of the vortex, the swirling grass is the outward sign of the spiraling energy. I proclaim “We claim this mountain for the domain of love.” A bold audacious statement, rightly uttered.

We have come to this place in response to Wendy’s invitation, Kalia’s prompting, and the instructions received in last week’s writing class. Sybil has wisely brought a crystal; I have unconsciously brought water from the Headwaters in my water bottle. The beloved entities have made it easy for us to find this place. A long thin cloud has pointed to the spot like a slanting finger in the sky. We ask our guides to leave the path and lead the group up the hill. We angle northward toward and slightly north-east of the sacred North Peak, home of ancient spirits. Reaching a lunch spot, Sybil and I leave the others, moving uphill and to our right. I’m climbing strongly, breathing hard. I’m excited and magnetized toward the place. It’s drawing me to it with its magnificent energy and power. As I climb nearer, the energy suddenly opens much more strongly in me. I feel Kalia’s presence. I’m weeping with joy and with the knowledge that all is unfolding as intended.

Now Sybil has reached the place where I felt the energy intensifying. She says, “Kalia is here.” I’m happy for this validation that Sybil and I are sharing the same experience. I reach the energy center and tell Sybil, “This is it.”

We’re together in the swirling energy. I immediately send my energy strongly into the vortex and down into the grid. I connect energy through the grid to the glorious Mother mountain – Mt. Devi herself. Sybil hands me the crystal. I send my essence into it and return it to her. She finds the place it belongs and buries it there.

In a voice of exaltation I declare “We claim this mountain for the domain of love.” Sybil says a yogic prayer. I pray the words from last week’s writing. I think I mix the words up a bit, but it doesn’t matter. The mountain and the beings know. This is the prayer:

Love, love, radiant love
shine, shine through me.
Guide me through the dream of life.
Return me home.
Om shanti amen.

Sybil prays shanti, shanti, shanti. It is done. I am overflowing with radiant energy and happiness.

Then I see Cicely. She is taking our picture. I had no idea that someone else is nearby. “Cicely,” I say. “Come here.” She walks up to us and I ask her to stand in the exact place I had been standing. I move aside a foot or two, and I’m surprised to find the energy is lessened somewhat even that small distance away. The energy is still swirling, as are the grasses. Cicely is palpably drinking in the energy. She’s like a thirsty person on a hot day drinking a cool glass of lemonade. “Oh,” she says, “I needed that.” She has a walking staff from Kauai, decorated with Hawaiian words and signs. This she twists into the ground, connecting the energy of the Love Islands with this vortex. I take my Headwaters water and pour it onto our hands and onto the ground. We are guided to find and take nearby rocks. I take one for myself and one for Kalia. Sybil takes one for herself and one for Ursa. Later our guide tells me that mine are rhyolite, a lighter volcanic rock that rises to the surface. As she is telling me this, my husband finds an obsidian rock in the middle of the wide dirt road. She tells him that it’s rare to find obsidian on the Destiny Mountains, and that the rock is for him to take. He questions if someone maybe brought it there and dropped it on the road. Otherwise, wouldn’t someone else have found it before now? I reassure him that the beings want him to have it, that’s why he found it.

Later in the car, I tell him that I find myself in the same predicament. I need to acknowledge and validate my own power and authority. That this is what my life is now, that I need to replace my old picture of myself with this expanded one. After all, there’s no going back, so I just need to get over it.

The hike back to the car is glorious. The trees are shining with an ineffable light. The mother cows are heavy with milk, with suckling babies by their side. The joy and beauty of nature is arrayed in delightful symmetry all around us. We leave for the “real world” with grateful hearts.

A Bolstering

2010-08-16T17:57:00.000-07:00

April 22, 2010

Ve Skerries (off the coast of Shetland). You were there in your dream. There is a grid there and we wanted you to be there as a bolstering. We knew you could do this because of other times when we were able to use you as a lightning rod for placing energy into the grid – at the Raven’s Canyon, at Silverfin Falls, and at Mt. Devi. Your past life as a Viking was helpful but not necessary. We can use you anywhere on the earth.

You are a being, a citizen, of the earth. We work through earth beings who align in loving cooperation with us. This is rightful – we do not interfere in the affairs of mankind. Mankind has free choice and free will. Only when enough earth beings want and accept our healing can we work through you. So even though you are the instrument, know that you are also a representative of all those on your planet who want this earth healing to happen. That is why you had the two experiences – one at Bird Heaven and the other in the pyramid. You also experienced this in the gazebo where the red source water and the white source water flow together. In each of those moments you felt as though millions of people of good heart, who are yearning for healing for the planet, were gathered closely around you. You felt that they were attached tightly to you as if with Velcro. This was a true experience – you are connected with them and you have their support for what you are doing. Just as in your government, people vote for their representative. They have voted for you to represent them. This gives us the consent we need to act through you.

So Ve Skerries is a bolstering, and yes, it is related to the volcano and the shifting in that area. Ursa will be pleased to know that the bolstering is helping protect her beloved Ireland as well as Scotland and Norway. These shifts must happen, the energy must be released. We are working with you to mitigate damage that isn’t essential to the upliftment of your planet. One result of your group’s work in the pyramid was a stabilizing of the Quintessential Range and a deflection of energy to an area of lesser harm – the energy was reflected to a less inhabited area.

Next week, you will be given an opportunity to do some more clearing in the Destiny Mountains. Your companion Naja the cobra will help you there. Just as the magnificent conifer tree helped you at the Headwaters.

Last night in your sleep, you met again with your companions at the Headwaters. This meeting was for renewal and remembrance. It is a touchstone that you can return to that energizes yourself and your connection to the others of the Misselthwaite group. Tavala is correct. It is vital that the connection be renewed and expanded. A leader is needed to hold and nurture this part of your on-going project. There is a space there now; someone will find that it is there for them to do and that space will be fulfilled. For the moment, just put light in that space, that will be sufficient for now. A person among you will be magnetically drawn into that light.

The lookout tower at Emerald Lake. We will watch from that point together. We will see from there with your eyes and you will see from there with our eyes. You will see what we see. Such beauty. Your companions from the nature kingdom will accompany you. You will see love and balance in action. Emerald Lake and Jolly Point are two points of a triangle. We will help you locate the third point. There are points in Obsidian Park and the Primordial Mountains, but this is another point that will unfold itself. We can’t reveal everything today – things need to evolve in their own sequence and timing. You will recognize it at the right time and it will be a learning and growing opportunity for you.

Kalia has questioned if the lava tubes at Mt. Devi are connected with lava tubes in the Destiny Mountains. These chambers are connected with intent. You won’t discover the connection by looking in the 3rd dimensional world. They are connected energetically because the mountains themselves have chosen the connection. When you are in the Destiny Mountains, your energy will be informed by the energy from Mt. Devi that is within you. The mountains will recognize this energy within you and will receive you as a friend. Walk there with awareness and an assignment will be presented to you. Later when you see the mountains from your window, you will remember the day you spent there and will experience a feeling of gladness, connectedness and love.

Love, love, radiant love
shine, shine through me.
Guide me always through the dream of life.
Return me home.

Om shanti amen.

Parting

2010-06-22T17:59:00.000-07:00

April 6, 2010
We meet for breakfast at a diner. Our group takes up nearly half of one of the two main dining rooms. We bring an energy that’s different from the rest of the place. Almost as if there is an invisible pyramid over our part of the room. Days later one of our group tells me that she returned to this restaurant and was surprised to find an ordinary diner. After breakfast, I buy lovely postcards of the mountain, then wait in the parking lot, enjoying a magnificent view of the Mother herself. Today there are no clouds around her as I have seen before on sunny mornings.

After a time, I return to the diner to find several people engaged in processing what happened during the share the day before. During the share, Celeste said that we should speak with care because sometimes people can be hurt by our words, even when that’s not our intention. Ursa had strongly interrupted her, saying that hurt is not part of her experience and that people need to get over it. She said that spiritual teachers can rip people up one side and down another and that the recipient of this is being given an opportunity to grow. Celeste said that she felt disrespected because her share was interrupted. The aftermath of this encounter is still rippling through the group, and people are trying to make sense of it and deal with their feelings around it. My own thought is that we need more time to process this and that each person will find their own way of integrating it.

We return to the shops and Kalia helps me find the right rutilated crystal to buy. We spend a lot of time in the store, and it’s difficult for me because I know it will be painful to say goodbye to Kalia. She asks me to call her the next day, which eases the pain a bit, but it still hurts to hug her and tear myself away.

Sybil, Claire and I begin our drive home. Sybil suggests we do a completion exercise during the drive. We take turns sharing our experiences of the mission. What was pleasurable, what was not pleasurable, what we are thankful for, what did we receive from it? And finally, what will be unfolded in each of our lives 5 years from now because of the Misselthwaite Mission. My response to this last one is “compassionate healing with justice”. A deepening of my role as a healer, and in that role, a balancing of compassion and justice.

We reach my house around 5 pm. I’m happy knowing I will see Sybil and Claire again soon. I’m happy to be home, happy knowing that my husband Skidmore and my dog Skip will soon be home, and that life will be back to “normal”, but never the same.

Return to the Sacred Headwaters

2010-06-22T17:45:00.000-07:00

Apr 5, 2010
A settling-in day. Each of us shares a personal part of our journey. Kalia thinks a monograph about this mission could be written. She asks each person to email her some part of their story, including their experiences leading up to the start of the mission.

At lunch some of us discuss how the color of our crystal pendants has changed. Mine was clear when I received it on the 31st. We had each dipped our pendant into the Headwaters on the 1st. Now my crystal has a more violet hue, especially at the tip and has acquired a violet striation three-quarters of the way down toward the tip. Dione and others have noticed the same thing about their pendants.

We return to the Headwaters for the closing of the Mission. We each put crystals on our tree stump altar. During the ceremony I see spinning mandalas and human and animal spirits in my inner vision. I fill myself with love and light, sending light out my crown. When we each retrieve our crystals, I take mine to the tree that helped me when we opened the portal at this place. I put my arms around it, removing my glasses so I can get my cheek closer to it. I feel such love and gratitude for this magnificent tree! After a time, I take a few steps to the bank, send my essence into the crystals, and throw them into the water. I come back to the tree, say goodbye, and tear myself away. This is the first of many difficult goodbyes. As I write this, I have just said goodbye to Hatha, not knowing when I’ll see her again. I send my love with her and will hold her in my heart. I told her that I want to be her fan, and to know about all the great things she is to do in the future.

Later in a local shop, a crystal calls to me. I’m still connected to the Divas and White Brotherhood members from the ceremony. They want that crystal. It isn’t one on display, it’s on a low shelf behind the counter. At first I think they want one of the smaller crystals on the shelf above. I’m a little taken aback when I realize the size and power of the one they want. Also by the realization that this is their idea of what would be useful. They must have big plans! I ask the price and find that I can afford it. I buy it and put it in my backpack. The entities are like little kids with a new toy. I, on the other hand, am soon feeling the effects of having it on my person. I ask them to find me a stone that will soothe the transition for me. They select green calcite, which starts helping immediately. They also tell me to buy a rutilated quartz sphere for my office. This stone is known for its help in diagnosing illness. Just as I’m paying for it, Kalia shows me a rutilated quartz crystal and says she was told to show it to me. I have some regret that I hadn’t bought that one instead, and I may return to buy it as well.

Dinner is companionable and relaxed. In the background, we are all aware of the coming separations. Our field is bonded, we are all part of something greater forever. Each of us is connected more strongly to certain others of us, but the field is one and will hold.

Easter Sunday

2010-06-22T17:27:00.000-07:00

April 4, 2010
We drive to the pyramid in the snow. It’s Easter Sunday, a day of remembrance and reconciliation. The part of me that thinks about danger, safety and prudence is concerned because several cars don’t have chains or 4-wheel drive. Normally I would advise people not to drive in these conditions, but our clarity of purpose is too strong to be denied.

We are a group of 25 people in love. In love with God, in love with multi-dimensional Beings and Guides, in love with our assignment, and in love with each other.

When we drive into the parking area, I am the first person out of the car, and I greet the man waiting for us, the builder of this pyramid. Meeting his eyes, I experience an electrical contact between us. This person is so powerful, his eyes are like lasers. As Ursa arrives in a large SUV, I tell him that she is one of our leaders, and he moves to greet her.

It is cold and dark inside the pyramid. Sybil has loaned me a warm shawl, for which I am deeply grateful. People are shifting around, trying to find the appropriate spot for their unique energy within this pyramid. I am clear that I have been assigned to do the soil balancing process before we begin, and again before we leave. I unzip the plastic bag containing the Perelandra Soil Balancing Kit. The sound of the crinkly plastic disturbs the person next to me, and she tells me to stop. Stopping is not an option, so I continue with the test, finding that two soil balancers are needed. I hold each in my hand in turn, offering them to Pan to infuse as needed in the pyramid. Now the soil beneath the pyramid is balanced. It is likely that our ceremony will use some of the soil nutrients, so I will re-balance them before I leave.

As I write to you today, I can’t remember all the angelic dreams we enacted that day. We sang songs of love and yearning. We sang songs of adoration and transcendence. Our songs are drawn from the traditions of many cultures – Anglo American, Celtic, Native American and Shamanic. Ancient songs and ones newly-birthed in the moment. Songs accompanied by dances of the snake and the eagle. We move in groups into the eye of the pyramid, bringing with us our most cherished dreams. Dreams of peace for our planet. Dreams enfolding and supporting our world leaders. Dreams of an abundance of clean food and water for our children and grandchildren. Dreams of unity between ourselves and the Beings of other dimensions and other planets.

And then, at the right time, in a moment after a crescendo of energy, it is done. We are complete. We have no timepiece, but later we learn that the completion was precisely at the end of the prescribed two hours that we were to be in the pyramid.

I quickly test the soil again and find that we have used 3 soil elements, which I offer to Pan for replacement. Later, I notice that one of the elements used was phosphorus, which I have read can be needed when a mothership is present. Although I did not see a ship in my inner eye, some of my companions tell me that one was present.

As we are about to descend out of the pyramid, Martha asks the men to go first and “safe-port” the women down the ladder. Some of us are wondering if this is really necessary, but Ursa reminds us that Martha is our elder and to listen to her words. And so we have the delightful and wonderfully-balanced sensation of being escorted down from this majestic pyramid under the protection of our loving and gentle men.

We Set the Crystals

2010-06-22T17:17:00.000-07:00

April 3, 2010
We travel to each of the sites and ceremonially set crystals at each:
• Bird Heaven. We go onto the platform in groups. The crystals are already imbibed with our essence because we meditated with each one, holding each to one of our chakras. I take the blue stone like lapis or sodalite, reawaken my essence in it, and fling it into the lake. Kalia saw a giant crystal pyramid descend and anchor over this site.
• Rumbling Point. I bury amethyst here. Kalia saw a pillar of light descending onto our clearing.
• Lake Serene. We have lunch here. I see a Misselthwaite being like a tiger near the outhouse. At the site, we form a V shape by making two diagonal lines. I toss the aquamarine crystal in the lake. Kalia says we all rode over the lake in a triangle-shaped vehicle.
• Jolly Point. We experience the same lightness of spirit we felt here before. My two bushes still guard the hollowed-out stump. We offer our love to the mountain, leaving our crystals in openings in the tree stump. I leave the Lemurian crystal here. As I wait for others to place their crystals, I see a door in my inner sight which slightly opens as if inviting me in. I walk up to the door, push it open, and walk in. That’s the end of the vision, but I feel that I have accepted an invitation to some future event or journey. After the ceremony, some of the group have a snowball fight, letting off steam and reflecting the playful energy of the place.
• Lake Bountiful. The loveliness of this site hasn’t changed. I feel deep love for the mountain and the lake. I leave the herkimer crystal in the lake. Ursa sings a song the beings taught her. It’s clear to us that the beings are celebrating the completion of the setting of the crystals. After the ceremony is over, I take a quick trip back into the mountain on a sled – just popping in for a moment to give them my love.

The Being’s Song
Holy, holy, holy
Sacred Mother guide me
In your great mystery
Hold my gentle soul.

Back at the ranch, my heart is singing thank you, thank you, thank you. In my inner sight, I dive deep into the lake and gracefully re-surface. It feels like a baptism. Holy, holy, holy.

I see the door again. An adventure to be continued …

Good Friday

2010-06-22T17:05:00.000-07:00

April 2, 2010
They know not who they are. Those that create war. Those that create financial turmoil through greed. Those who foment dissention and division for their own ends. They know not who they are. Today I drop all resentments, all accusations – even those accusations I make toward myself. They are gone. If a person has done wrong to me – real or perceived – they know not who they are. I cannot be harmed. They cannot be harmed. Let us go forth in the beauty that we are and hold each other harmless. As did Jeshua, so do I offer myself as a servant of love.

The Misselthwaite project is to anchor remembrance of who we are (pure love) on Earth. And so it is …

That evening: The wise women come and we chant some of the 72 names of God, a powerful and ecstatic experience.

Headwaters Ceremony

2010-06-22T16:46:00.000-07:00

April 1, 2010
One of the best days of my life. When we get to the Headwaters with our entire group of 25, we are joined by some of the wise women. I think of my older son Dickon strongly, out of the blue, as if he is trying to connect with me. I wonder if it’s my imagination, so I think of my younger son and my husband, but it’s very different. I’m thinking about my son Thor and about Skidmore – but Dickon is here, present in a direct way. So I energetically ask him if he wants to attend the ceremony, and he says yes.

A Native American man appears among us (physically) and begins chanting and playing a drum as Kalia opens the energy. Then there is chanting all around us – ancient male voices are chanting.

I ask to see a Misselthwaite being with my inner eye. I can hear them and feel them, but I want to see them. After a time I see Naja the cobra. He is a Misselthwaite being and he is here. I am happy and overflowing with gratitude that Dickon is with me for the beautiful ceremony.

Afterward I ask Dickon if he wants to disconnect, but he says no. So I ask him if he wants to go to the ski area with us, and he says yes.

After lunch we drive the beautiful road to the ski area. After walking in the snow a bit, Kalia opens the energy with the intent for us to connect with the mountain. I find myself drawn down into the earth. I open my heart to the mountain and all the beings there. Dickon is still entrained with me. Claire starts chanting OM and others begin singing and chanting Hindu prayers. Everything is for the glory of God and the oneness of all creation. My heart is overflowing with love and gratitude and my absolute joy that Dickon is here with us. As I walk back to the parking lot, I ask him if he is ready to disconnect, and he says yes. I estimate that he was with us from about 10 am until about 3 pm.

After a delicious dinner we join with some of the wise women and other local people for a drumming session. We drum ecstatically for about an hour – many drums and a gong. I see Naja again and also an ET. Later Kalia tells me that all the Misselthwaite beings, the ETs and a mothership were all with us.

Bird Heaven

2010-06-22T16:30:00.001-07:00

Mar 31, 2010
Bird Heaven. We are in bird heaven, a wildlife refuge. As soon as Kalia brings in the energy, I’m flying, my wings exiting from my heart chakra in back, flapping to the pulse of my heart energy. I fly to the mountain, then in turn to the other points where we have opened vortices of energy. Eagle Lake, Jolly Point, the Headwaters, Lake Bountiful, Lake Serene and the yet unknown point which we will soon find. I fly to all these places, criss-crossing between them.

A couple then joins us on the viewing platform. The man talks to Kalia, telling her about his love for the yellow-headed birds and about how an insect is eating the wood of a lean-to he built, which he says just goes to show he shouldn’t have built it in the first place because “Mother Nature must have her way”. As he leaves, he calls this place “Bird Heaven”. Kalia re-starts the energy and I experience a connection with the man. From his grammar, he’s not an educated man, yet he understands the importance of working with nature. I connect to all the people on the planet who are awake and open and wanting to find a better way for us to live. The Misselthwaite Mission is for them – to make the 5th density understandings more accessible to all who are searching.

Later we open the energy at the final point. It’s clear the beings would have preferred a nearby lookout, but there’s too much snow for us to get there. This place in a circle of cedar trees is a likeable substitute. As Kalia opens the energy, the Misselthwaite beings are here doing acrobatic stunts like cartwheels and summersaults. After a time, I am skiing on the mountain and doing something like summersaults on my skis. I jump up, flip around in a circle, and land on my skis. We are celebrating the successful location and opening of vortices at each of the points. Kalia, Tavala and I have done all but 2 of the points. Ursa has done Lake Serene and the tethers will do Eagle Lake energetically since it can’t be accessed physically at this time.

Later Kalia tells me that she felt the earth shaking at this place. I think my mind must have interpreted the shaking as acrobatics. It’s amazing that I could associate frolicking with the earth shaking. I hope I’ll remember that, and not fear if the earth moves.

Back at Devaki Ranch, most of our group has arrived. We have the first of the fabulous meals that our Captain Cook and her rotating crew have prepared for us. Afterward we gather. Dione sings “Give Yourself to Love” by Kate Wolf on her guitar. I feel that “give yourself to love” is a good touchstone for how I want to live the following precious days with this luminous group of people.

A Visit to an Underground City

2010-06-15T19:35:00.000-07:00

March 30, 2010
My first visit to the underground city of Utopia. We gather at the gazebo of Mineral Springs where the red source water and white source water mix. Kalia invokes the spirits. I want to go to Utopia, so I ask and receive the answer: “We are in the trees and the water, we can make contact with you anywhere”. I feel that I may not have the ability to go there, but tell myself to drop that thought.

I continue to focus on the meditation, and feel myself drawn up. I’m afraid to exhale, as if I might fall down a rabbit hole. As I release my breath, I descend part way into the mountain, then as I release again I descend much further. I am there. I see nothing with my eyes, but feel them all around me. I greet each one as if at a party. “I’m so happy to see you. I’m so happy to see you. I’m so happy to see you.” I feel their love and support, but most amazingly, I feel my overflowing love for them with a passionate intensity. I yell into the cosmos “I love you!” After a time of drinking in their love and support, I feel myself snapped back into my body, like the snapping of a rubber band.

Music like a harpsichord is playing. Other people are here, they are stuck to me like Velcro. First just the Misselthwaite team, but then others. All those who have the desire and can hold the energy are here, connecting with the loving and compassionate beings of Utopia. This unity, joy and love are indescribable. I am so grateful to God and to the beings of Utopia for these precious moments of joy and deep connection. This connection that we feel is eternal – it will not pass away.

On the Mountain, at the ski area:
Kalia, Tavala and I are anchoring energy from the surface deep into the mountain. At first it makes me a little nauseous, like sea sickness, but that soon passes.

At Jolly Point:
Jolly Point is a light-spirited place. Kalia invokes the energy and I find part of myself back in Utopia. I’m both inside the mountain and at Jolly Point. I begin playing with the energy, playing patty-cake with myself and then passing back and forth a rope of light. Later I connect with the Nature Spirits and tell them that I represent those who would work in partnership with Nature. They show me what our earth would be like if mankind were doing that. They show me a beautiful pyramid mountain towering above fertile fields with neat comfy-looking farmhouses, healthy crops and enough water and energy for everyone.

At Lake Bountiful:
We are grounding a vortex of energy. This time I’m within the earth. My body is like a crystal in the earth. Part of me is also within the mountain and another part at Jolly Point. The 3 of us take turns spinning the rope of light back and forth to each other. Later I learn that Kalia has called in dolphins and whales and that Tavala sees them frolicking in the lake together.

At the Headwaters

2010-06-15T18:24:00.000-07:00

Mar 29, 2010
Kalia the Goddess, fierce of mien – unstoppable. Tavala the tender unicorn. Kalia calls the spirits, the masters, the directions and they come, creating a towering vortex of energy. A violet crystal mountain forms between Kauai, Mt. Devi and an ashram in Colorado. Kalia spreads her arms, curving them to hold the crescendoing energy. I energetically hold my arms wide, one hand in Kauai, the other in Colorado. The energy spirals upwards from my crown and from the crown of the cedar tree at whose base I sit. Music somewhat like violins emits from the eye of the tempest. Kalia controlling the energy like Moses parting the waters. At the moment of maximum energy, Kalia blows the energy. In an instant, the energy changes from intense to diffuse balmy calm. All is bathed in love and violet light. We ride in waves of warm loving energy, soaking all the glorious softness into ourselves.

Later we are told that the 5th density water in the Headwaters has been intensified 1000 times by the energy and to drink this elixir. We drink the living water, saturating our cells. We are told by one of the Wise Women that during the Harmonic Concordance, a Lemurian temple was built at the Headwaters and has been waiting to be anchored when the right people would come. Kalia believes this temple may have anchored into place as she heard and experienced a click – as something clicking into place. I feel honored to take my place alongside the many people and beings who have worked together in unity over many years to build and activate this temple.

We Are the Scouts

2010-06-15T17:45:00.000-07:00

Mar 28, 2010
The Mountain. We are here. Claire, Tavala, Kalia, Sybil, and me. We are the scouts sent to lead the way. Heights of joy, depths of sorrow, serenity and upset, dissention and unity – all are here dancing with us.

Structure. I love it and I’d love to bring it forward and anchor it among us. Not as a limiting unbending thing as some fear, but as a beautiful cathedral holding the space for us to commune with ourselves and the others who are here for us to unite with.

Expectations. There are 25 people coming with expectations – or at least with one expectation: that something profound will happen. And it will. We will experience the power of the Mountain and the truth of the unity between ourselves and the unity with the others.

My headache is gone. It resolved during a session with my White Brotherhood Medical Assistance Program team. During the session, I laid the crystocolla stone over my throat chakra. I’m grateful for the help and the relief.

We drive in Kalia’s car down the road to make phone calls. Kalia points out the lenticular clouds over Mt. Devi and explains how to tell if they are spaceships giving off cold rather than ordinary clouds. She says she saw several ships the previous day, escorting her on her journey. Today large ships are coming into or leaving the mountain.

Later that evening, Claire, Tavala and I are in the room that Tavala and I are sharing. Sybil and Kalia are gone to phone Ursa. We’re concerned, there is confusion in our group. Claire suggests that we send the Violet Flame of St. Germain to Sybil, Kalia and Ursa. I ask Tavala to lead us in the meditation because I don’t know much about the Violet Flame. Tavala does this and we meditate for maybe half an hour. Then we feel much better, the energy has shifted for us.

I remember what Celeste’s download said about unity, so I read it aloud for Claire and Tavala. This reading also seems to lift the energy.

Here is Celeste’s download:

Jeshua

You are coming not just to serve but to be uplifted, restored and loved into remembrance.
Ask and crave Unity so strongly that it will occur among you. "The Word was made flesh and dwelt among us". Speak the Word for "In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God". Let Unity be embodied among you and anchored in the Earth.
This is the Second Coming. You are invited to the Passion of the World; from Crucifixion to Resurrection. Bring all your pain and suffering; for as you weep, so the world weeps. Crave the healing of your Heart and seeing with the eyes of the Heart. On behalf of the world you will be delivered, purified and resurrected to New Life. Together, you will re-member yourselves and each other.

Archangel Gabriel; Archangel Michael

Healing all the Nations of the Earth. As the natives of the land, torn from the land and from their mothers, so you have been torn from the womb of God.....time to return Home. All Love awaits you. There is only Love. Nothing else is real. The Path of Return is Acknowledgment, Remembrance, Forgiveness (mostly of yourselves in your forgetfulness) Reconciliation, Peace. Forgiveness dissolves the Armor; Trust is the Shield. The original break was a break with Love.

Archangel Michael

You have misunderstood what it means to forgive. The old paradigm is based on the illusion that there is something wrong with you. Believing this, to forgive would seem to reinforce it. So you hold on to the perceived wrongdoing, hoping that it was not your fault, rather the fault of the other. The whole notion of fault and blame is in itself another misconception. There is only Light and Darkness. Darkness and forgetfulness are the illusion of Right and Wrong, Separation of Self and Other, Separation from God. All war is about self-hatred; the war within. We invite you to put down your arms, drop the armor and embrace yourself with Love. Notice your daily conflicts, what you complain about, find fault with in yourself and in others. Then drop your arms. Literally drop your arms by your side. Feel the armor drop and dissolve; allow the Shield to embrace you.

In the Light all is revealed. What occurred, occurred in a state of forgetfulness, a state of feeling separated. To forgive then is to be prepared "for" the Truth to "give" that up, and embrace the Truth of your Being, which is that you are not who you think you are in any shape or form. You are in fact so magnificent, so radiant, so pure, so loving that you could be blinded by your own Light. Who you are is Pure Love, nothing more, nothing less.
We invite you to open, see, sense and hear that which you truly are. We are here to reflect that to you.

May your Hearts be open to yourselves .Together let us anchor this Remembrance on Earth. Blessings to you. You are so loved beyond all you could ever imagine.

Journey to the Mountain

2010-06-15T16:56:00.000-07:00

Mar 27, 2010 – The first day of preparation for the Misselthwaite Mission

Skidmore drives me to Claire’s house, and I meet her for the first time. Sybil arrives, we pack our things and ourselves into her car, and begin our journey to the mountain. First we drive to a nearby town to meet Tavala and caravan with her. After a lunch stop, Claire takes the wheel. We’ve seen Tavala occasionally when we’ve passed her, and we know that she’s blissed out, singing chants and songs to God. As we approach the first exit to the town of Devaki, both cars are in the right lane. Tavala’s white car is ahead of us, and there are a couple of cars between us and her. Sybil tells Claire that we need to pass Tavala immediately or she’ll miss the exit. At the same time, the traffic on the freeway is slowing. There is a police car ahead, zigzagging across the lanes, slowing the cars down. It feels as though time is slowing too, and everything becomes quiet, as if in slow motion. Then we look for Tavala, and we can’t see her. She’s not there. We scan the freeway and surrounding cars and finally find her a couple of cars behind us.

Later Tavala tells us that she had the same experience. We were behind her, and then she couldn’t see us, and then she found that we were ahead of her. Claire asks her if she ever moved to the left lane, could she have passed us that way? Tavala is sure that she was never in the left lane.

It occurs to me that Tavala could have teleported to another dimension and when she came back, we had moved forward and were now ahead of her. I ask my guides and receive a different answer. They say that Sybil, Claire and I teleported to another dimension and when we came back, we were ahead of Tavala.

Later in a shop, I find a stone to help with a headache that I’ve developed during the day. I figure it’s a reaction to the higher vibration that I’m now experiencing. My guides help me select a blue crystocolla stone.

We arrive at Mineral Springs where we are to spend 3 nights before moving to Devaki Ranch when the whole group arrives. We meet Kalia who has driven from the Portland area. I tell Kalia that I’m not clear on how we are to find the energy points. Kalia says that is her job, so I give her the maps that Ursa emailed to me. Sybil also gives her maps showing where she and Ursa had checked out possible sites the previous summer. Most of those areas are now inaccessible due to snow. I’m very tired, but I’m so caught up in talking to Kalia about the maps that I can hardly tear myself away to go to bed.

Misselthwaite Dream

2010-06-15T11:52:00.000-07:00

Mar 17, 2010
The tail end of a dream, a snatch remembered just as I was waking up. This was the day that Sybil and Ursa were to lunch with me and discuss leylines in preparation for the upcoming Misselthwaite Mission:

He was tall, rather regal looking and had indigenous-looking clothes and features. As if closing a long conversation or visit together he said “Don’t worry, anyone can eat soup. Goodbye from the (garbled) Nation.” The garbled word wasn’t really garbled, it was just some language whose sounds I can’t quite grasp. It had a guttural sound in it. Their name for their people. There was a playfulness to his goodbye. I’m not worried about Ursa and Sybil liking the soup – I’m almost sure they will. But I do want our meeting to go well and for them to be pleased with it. He was joking – his tone was joking, but sweet, telling me not to worry. He clearly knows about our meeting, and attaches some importance to it, even if only for my sake. I’m not sure, but I think he is a Misselthwaite being contacting me in a way I’ll be comfortable with.

All of us preparing for the Misselthwaite Mission are being contacted by beings who we describe to each other as being different, as appearing different. Maybe in reality we’re contacting a vast confederation of beings. A confederation that can send each person a contact most suited to their individual needs. Of course it may be that the same beings are appearing in different guises to different people. Perhaps. But my sense is that this is a confederation of beings working in unity with each other.

After our lunch I tell Ursa and Sybil what I consciously know about the leylines. I tell them that I believe the leylines provide information to searchers. The White Brotherhood is working, in part, via the leyline system to reach as many humans as possible to offer them the choice of staying with this planet as she ascends above 3rd density. My guides have told me that only 40% of Earth humans, currently incarnated or not, are ready to move above 3rd density as of Mar 17th, the day of this meeting. As I write this report a month later, my guides say that now over 43% of humans are ready to move above 3rd density. This increase is primarily due to the results of the Misselthwaite Mission and other projects that occurred globally around Easter 2010.

Neuro-linguistic leylines

2010-06-15T11:27:00.000-07:00

Feb 25, 2010
Channeled information:
Neuro-linguistic. The neuro-linguistic leylines are already prepared for the 4th density by the efforts of others. Some adjustment needs to be made. You and your companions are appropriate 4th density beings to allow this adjustment to be easily made. Your neuro-linguistic centers are such that can inform the leylines. This process will take place under our protection at Mt. Devi. Once the adjustments have been made to the neuro-linguistic leylines, the information will be more easily available to those seekers that call for it. Through adjustments such as these, more will have the opportunity to ascend to the 4th density, if that is their desire and choice. The use of the senses and the use of the centers of communication will become increasingly refined in the 4th density. As 4th density beings, you are beginning to experience this. Because of this increasing refinement, a small adjustment to the configuration of the neuro-linguistic leylines will have a proportionately greater effect.

Receptive Homeopathy

2010-06-15T11:16:00.000-07:00

February 23, 2010
Homeopathy opens a door, and the individual makes a choice – to walk through the door or not. Not everyone wants the responsibility of being healed. When the individual chooses health and walks through the door, it is their choice and their aspiration that bring change. Thus the often-reported sensation that homeopathy didn’t act, that they “just got better.”

Homeopathy is a receptive healing system. It does not impose, it does not choose. It merely clears the way for a possible choice. Homeopathy respects the free will of the individual. In this respect, homeopathy aligns with the laws of Universal Love that allow each entity freedom of choice.

Deepening Awareness

2010-06-15T11:07:00.000-07:00

February 20, 2010, Shamanic Valley Campground
The unbelievable magic, mystery and beauty of this place is sinking even more deeply into my soul. It seems that I am more aware of the ravens and other wildlife here than ever before. The colors of the landscape seem deeper. The part of me that connects to this desert seems more present. I’m grateful for the shift in me and the shift in the energy of the planet that is allowing this greater intensity of awareness to happen.

Let the Energy Come to Me

2010-06-15T10:47:00.000-07:00

Feb 19, 2010
An amazing, visionary day. Our small RV got deeply stuck in the snow on the pass driving to the Shamanic Valley Campground. We had chains on all 4 wheels, but we didn’t realize that our 4-wheel drive was broken until we got stuck. We worked all day with jacks and shovels, but finally had to eat dinner and go to bed.

That night, my dreams were especially deep. I was somewhere else – whether deep within the earth or on another planet – I can’t say. Suddenly I awoke with a jerk. Skidmore had moved me over in the bed. The transition back into my body was so sudden that I felt shaken up, and even wondered if I should take some Aconite.

Around midnight flashing headlights woke me again. 3 jeeps were passing us on the road. Skidmore spoke to the man in the lead jeep, but he wouldn’t help. I ran to the nearest jeep and knocked on the windo. The driver, Ross, took a tow strap, hooked it to the front of our RV, and pulled us out. We started following him but were soon stuck again.

I was sitting in the passenger seat with an open connection to my Nature Spirit and White Brotherhood team. I sensed that the energy was available to get us unstuck, if only it could be tapped and directed. It seemed natural to “push” the energy – to try to force it to happen. I heard an inner voice telling me to “let the energy come to me”. I repeated the phrase like a mantra with an open heart chakra while magnetically drawing in spiraling coils of energy.

Ross backed up a bit to get a running start, but the RV was implacably stuck and the recoil jerked the jeep back. Ross came to my window and I told him that it seemed he had done all he could do. He asked for my flashlight and he and Skidmore began shoveling snow out from under the RV. Then Ross tried pulling with the jeep again while I repeated my mantra and continued to draw in the spiraling coils of energy. This time the jeep pulled the RV forward. We were able to follow Ross, sliding at times, until we were past the snow and mud.

We slept the rest of the night at the campground turnoff, happy and grateful. I felt I learned something important that night – something I would need for the Misselthwaite Mission and for later in my life.

Starting school

2010-06-14T19:51:00.000-07:00

February 3, 2010
Four beginnings: starting University, starting Yoga School, starting Homeopathy School, and starting the Ravanna Project. These beginnings are like fractal images of each other – each one a landing in the spiral stairway of my life that allowed me to access what would be needed for the next stage. These learnings – the learnings of the University, the learnings of yoga, homeopathy and the nature spirits – I loved every second of each one of them. I breathed them in, and let them saturate my body with the joy of learning. Each one was an initiation. When I went to the University, I was just 17 and alone in my new city of Metrotex, where I knew not one person. This was a time for basics. How to be on my own, make all my own decisions, provide for my own food, living space and transportation. How I loved being free to do things my way! I learned to create a life by making choices. You would have to have lived an over-controlled childhood to know how good that feels.

What led up to it? I earned the grades, I took the SAT’s twice, I applied for it, and I won a scholarship. The grace of God plus hard work.

My second school, a summer of yoga classes at Blessings Village, gave me the guidance I was yearning for. Loving God is the joy of my life, but I was burdened with what little out-dated theology I’d been able to assemble. What relief to be given useful teaching and techniques that allow you to pursue a spiritual life with coherence and meaning!

What led up to it? I had met Yogi Lucidananda, he came to Metrotex about once a year. It was up to me to discern that his teachings provided me with an opportunity, a doorway. I got the money for the class, I got my husband’s support, I got myself to Blessings Village, and I showed up for the class.

Homeopathy school – how I loved every second of it. It was as if I couldn’t get enough, couldn’t breathe in or fill myself full enough – I still wanted more. Even today, after the infatuation of those days is passed, the depth of homeopathy draws me powerfully, and I continue to absorb more, master more. Homeopathy school changed me in many ways, but one way in particular. It opened my intuition. Because it’s an art and a science, it demands that you use both right and left brains. And I loved it enough to open myself to intuition despite all the warnings of my mother and the probable derision of cynics everywhere.

What led up to it? This one caught me by surprise, because I wasn’t consciously looking for it. I was 52 years old and had earned the possibility of retiring at 55. My fiancé said “If you could do anything you wanted to do, what would it be?” At that moment I said truthfully what was in my heart, even though it seemed too big and unrealistic. I said “I’d like to be a homeopath.” And he said “Let’s see how you can do that.” I chose the right husband!

And now the latest, on-going school of working with nature spirits and the White Brotherhood that I call the Ravanna Project. This most generous and demanding school has given me the ability to be able to give something and receive something from each person.

What led up to it? I had the same feeling I’d had before I went to the yoga school. The feeling of needing more guidance to move to another level, but not knowing how or where to access it. I was looking everywhere, feeling for vibrations in people and events, searching for the key that would open the door. Then I found a book, “Co-Creative Science”, and I used that key to open the door. Now I have school every day, even in my dreams. And it’s lovely, so breath-takingly lovely, that it’s a joy, and the graceful demands are not a burden, but an honor.

Gratitude

2010-06-14T15:39:00.000-07:00

January 20, 2010
Today I am grateful for gratitude itself, and for the ability to feel this most angelic emotion. I see certain clients who cannot at first feel gratitude. Every unwanted circumstance happens to them, everything difficult is done to them, and that’s why they think they are in the dark night of the soul. Their pain, their suffering, draws my compassion. I wish that I could shift their perspective. Just a tiny twist in the way they look at life and everything changes. It’s not about them, the state of their finances, whether someone loves them, or whether their loved one has died. It’s about what they have to give. This tiny shift in perspective, what a difference it makes!

I’m grateful for my expanding heart. All my intelligence and abilities are nothing against the chaos of the world. In my heart I take my stand and nothing can move me. The source of love, dimly perceived, is my anchor. I connect with it, and slowly my heart opens further. I feel it entering the front of my heart as a slender beam of light. It exits from the back of my heart like spreading wings. Then my eyes go deep within and the single eye that abides opens. The transience of the world falls away and I am one with eternity. The galaxies can spin, the suns can go nova, but this never changes. Thank you to the source of all that I can feel this, that I know it’s real, and that I know that all my yearning only comes back to you, the source of love.

So we dance the dance of duality. Light will come and the shadow. Pleasure and pain. Chaos certainly, becoming stronger at this time. We take our roles, the ones we’ve chosen, the assignments we’ve accepted. It’s all good, all part of the plan. On this planet there are those who think life is about what they can take for themselves. In another time/place reality, they are the ones who bring love and comfort to others. I want to see an image of their human greed transposed by an image of their human love. Two images, neither one is good or bad, neither one is best.

I’m grateful that I can come to the still place where all are loved, where none is best. This still place is where I want to spend some time every day, opening myself to the source, basking in the light, and receiving its sometimes-demanding guidance. I am grateful for the sometimes-demanding guidance because it shows me that I have work to do, and a useful role to play, and I am honored. Thank you for the honoring of who I am by giving me tasks that are big – and thank you for the trust to know that they’re not too big.

You are loved now and forever. All the suns in the universe are but floating candles burning in an ocean of limitless love. The spark of love burns in each of you, now and forever.

Jabberwocky

2010-05-31T20:37:00.000-07:00

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Thank you, Lewis Carroll. And why am I feeling beamish today? Because I have a bit of Jabberwocky to share with you: JPVBYBMDEA6H

There, I said it. On this frabjous day the mighty JPVBYBMDEA6H will cause the Technorati robot to go galumphing back to its liar, carrying the message that I am indeed the author of this blog.

Callooh! Callay! I chortle in my joy.

Manifestation Symphony

2010-05-27T20:28:00.000-07:00

Jan 13, 2010
Drops of essence. Dropping from another place of being onto our plane where we can see them. Pan is playing the piano. The notes are like the notes of his flute, each one vibrating a receptor in my spine. These are the notes of creation, moving energy into form that we can see and touch. As he plays, energy coalesces into the things of our world. I watch as he and his assistants move the energy, slowly, slowly, ever so slowly. With each small motion, the energy becomes slightly denser. It’s unfolding, slowly unfolding into being on our planet. So beautiful. I can see flowers, trees, minerals and animals coalescing into being. Among them the beings I work with – the substances of homeopathy. The petals of Bryonia - he doesn’t want to move, leave him alone. The petals of Pulsatilla - she wants her mother. The mineral Silica, my personal benefactor and enricher of the soil. Arsenic - I can help you when you feel like you’re dying. The hummingbird flying from one flower to another, pollinating as she goes. Pan brings forth more flowers to support her. Many, many more exist in the ether. Pan with his music is bringing them slowly to us, the violins helping as they become more dense until we can finally see them with the eyes of our body. Finally they’re all the way here, present now with us here on this gorgeous planet. Let’s spend a moment just listening to the music and appreciating this miracle of creation, this on-going process that never ceases. All we want to do is align ourselves with this energy, to find some way to be a creative part of the unfolding. To share it with others so they can see how precious all life is on this planet, how much care and energy is being lavished on us so that we and the other plants, animals and minerals can be here and have this experience. We are so blessed. We can choose to celebrate our life here whenever we wish to remember this or whenever we fall into this music and let it take us to the place where Pan plays beings into creation.

Automatic writing:
We the nature spirits send you our love and an invitation to be in partnership with us. Together we can do great things. This is the way your planet was designed – as a partnership between man and nature. We each have our own realm and our own work. Be in partnership with us and we can open the door to the most amazing love and beauty your world has seen. This is the plan. This is what we as nature and you as man are called to do. We can only invite and wait in patience for your answer. As man you have will and choice. So we wait. When you are ready, we will be there. Our yearning speaks to your yearning. You in this room can feel it. Bring this message to others. If they feel the yearning, they will join us in co-equal partnership.

Winter Solstice 2009

2010-05-27T20:07:00.000-07:00

At the end of our solstice ceremony, Skidmore and I drew cards from the Perelandra Nature Card deck.
The card we drew for our gardens and projects: Justice & Leadership. With caring fairness.
The card Skidmore drew for his evolution : Balance in Partnership. The focus on the elements of one’s partnership with nature.
The card Elinsa drew for her evolution: Creating, Planning & Structuring.

Encounter with My 8-year old Self

2010-05-27T19:48:00.000-07:00

Dec 2, 2009. I’m a short girl with short blond hair and bangs. I wear a plaid dress to school on this chilly autumn day. A plaid dress with a bow tied behind and tie shoes with socks, and my jacket – protection from the cold. I like some of the playground games – jump rope, hopscotch and jacks. I play with the others. Some are girls from my scout troop, Joan and Leah and Patty. I like school OK, but mostly I like books. Story books take me away to other worlds and into the lives of other people, some far away. My family prefers TV. My Mom urges me to watch TV with the rest of the family, to be more sociable. TV is boring, it doesn’t grab my imagination and hold me entranced, breathless almost, to find out what happens next. The pretend life in a book seems more interesting – and easier – than my real life. I don’t really have much in common with my Mom, my Dad and my sister. My baby sister is too young – I don’t realize now that we will be connected later.

My Mom is the most important person in my life. I admire her, I like her sometimes, and I love her as my Mom. She’s an atheist, and I’m spiritual, and we don’t understand each other. I’m a kid, my Mom knows what she’s doing. The spiritual yearnings inside me can’t be talked about or even acknowledged by those around me. Somehow I must be wrongly focused. And I don’t know what to do about it. But I do know what I refuse to do. I won’t pretend to like TV if I don’t. I won’t try to be pretty and popular if I really have no desire for it. I won’t fake it. Otherwise I might lose myself and not know who I really am anymore. I feel I must somehow keep track of myself and hold onto who I genuinely am and just keep holding on somehow – until what? I don’t know. Just keep holding on until I can get some kind of support, some kind of validation, some way of finding a wider roomier space for myself.

If my 8-year old self could see my current self, how would she feel? Pure relief. I wasn’t wrong. I was just isolated. Thank God there was a way to move beyond the narrowness of my 8-year old situation. I fought for it! And I found it! My determination did not forsake me. And I can even help other people in their journeys! How incredibly wonderful, a gift that I never imagined that I would receive. There’s nothing that my 8-year old self doesn’t like about my life now. It’s a richer and happier and more blessed life than she could conceive in all of her yearnings. I feel so much love for her because she was a real trooper and never let me down. She walked in constant self-doubt but she never gave up. Her heroism inspires me as I walk into the unknown future. Her spirit within me can be a refuge in times of trouble. A voice within me saying “I won’t give up. I won’t fake it. I will be myself. I will take my chances that who I really am will be good enough.”

Outdoor Shower

2010-05-26T15:05:00.000-07:00

Oct 31, 2009. Outdoor shower in the palms. I put my bag of toiletries on the hide-covered stool and select out tiny bottles of shampoo and conditioner. I don’t bother with soap because someone has left a huge box of soap bars on the nearby glass tabletop – free for the taking. Several partly-used bars are close by, resting inside the open yellow mouth of a green ceramic frog. I pull down on the lever for hot and carefully climb into the tub. A rush of enjoyment suffuses through me as the hot water hits my body. I pull down on the cold water lever until the temperature is perfect. Through the palm trees I can see the massive shapes of the mountains. I take a sliver of the oatmeal soap I’ve been using all week and wash my face. Then I shampoo my hair, massaging my scalp vigorously. The water on my back keeps me warm despite the soft breezes gently eddying around my wet body. Then the glorious rinse, the water cascading off my crown and streaming down over all of me. I use plenty of conditioner to moisturize my hair in this dry climate. Then I take the wet sliver of oatmeal soap and rub it all over me, watching as it leaves tracks of tiny bubbles on my arms and legs. A final joyous rinse, the water rushing over me one last time. I watch the water and tiny soap bubbles swirl around and down the drain. Later I will walk across the lawn to the pond where this water empties. I’ll cross the small bridge there and see the orange and white speckled goldfish darting away as I pass by. But for now I just feel grateful – to be here, now, in this enchanting shower.

In the Canyon of the Ravens

2010-05-26T14:45:00.000-07:00

Oct 30, 2009. A long thin wispy cloud angles down behind the mountain, tracing the trajectory of an anchor I helped ground two years ago. There is a ley line or planetary meridian there, and the anchor is making the art and science of homeopathy more available to all of us on the planet. The ravens know the ley line is there – they build their nests in the cliffs above. If you sit on one of the huge boulders in the canyon and become still, then look slowly and carefully, you can see their nests above you on the cliff walls. Close your eyes and you may sense the power of the ley line. And if you know it’s there, or if you believe it’s there because I have told you, you may be able to trace the straight line of the anchor as it angles down from above the crest of the mountain to its grounding site on the canyon floor.

Making homeopathy more stable, grounding it. Why was I chosen for this work? Because I love homeopathy. Because I believe we need this medicine and the other energetic medicines, especially at this time. Because I can work with other intelligences and make myself available to be the human assistant in this kind of project. Because I love structure and grounding, so the intention of grounding an anchor into the structure of the ley lines can be transmitted through me. Because I was the right person at the right time, and unfolding energy chose me.

Coyotes again

2010-05-26T14:23:00.000-07:00

Oct 29, 2009. Long shadows. The sage bushes are only eight inches tall, yet they cast five foot shadows in the slanted sunlight. October morning, the sun has barely crested the mountain and the campground is still. The ravens cast long shadows too as they hop comically over the sand near the desert labyrinth. Later I way walk the labyrinth, holding a wish for happiness for all or for world peace. But now Skip and I just walk and gaze at the splendor of the mountains. A jolt of surprise: there are two coyotes thirty feet away. How did they come to be so close in this flat desert area without us seeing them sooner? Were the mountains so gorgeous and the ravens so mesmerizing that we failed to see the approach of two coyotes? Or did they just appear, transported here from another mysterious dimension in time or space?

How little we really know of our life on this planet and how it all works. We think we understand coyotes, but we do not. We don’t even understand our dogs or our own selves. We don’t understand dark energy, the music of the spheres, who the extra-terrestrials are, or why we’re experiencing a massive shift of consciousness at this time. The unity of gravity, magnetism and the weak and strong forces is still to be explained. And somewhere in the explanation of the unknown is a footnote that explains beautiful, powerful, dynamic homeopathy, that art and science that is so special to me, the science of healing that I love.

Later: This time I heard them first. Lapping water behind me in the rosy light as the sun drops behind the opposite mountain. I turn around and there are five coyotes drinking from the overflow of the water cache. This time I am the one who is watching, unseen by them.

Wind

2010-05-26T14:08:00.000-07:00

Oct 28, 2009. Wind. Rocking my small RV like a boat on the water. Stinging my eyes as I walk into it. Strewing sand across the landscape. Pushing me from behind, propelling my journey back from the latrine. There is a resistance inside of me that fights against the wind, tiring me out. I sit warm and protected inside the RV while my friends are out hiking in the wind. I don’t envy them, I’m enjoying this quiet space, this island of solitude in the sea of sociability here at the campground.

The wind at this campground may blow for days without stopping – just increasing, then decreasing for a bit, then speeding up again, making desert tree limbs flail and tent fabric flap. But when it stops, it suddenly disappears. From one moment to the next, it’s just suddenly and completely gone. Like this wind, the winds of change are blowing, buffeting us around. Some people adjust to it, and others resist, trying somehow to deflect it away. A raven has just landed nearby and I see that even his landing is a bit jagged and he has to hop a bit to recover. In my at-home life, I’m always hurried and a bit jagged as I’m trying to adjust to this wind of change that has continuously sped up to the point that almost everyone now feels it. It is an entity now, something almost tangible, the elephant in the room that only a few of us talk about, but we all know it’s there. When it has done its work, when it’s no longer needed, will it just suddenly disappear like the wind in the desert?

Coyote reverie

2010-05-26T13:47:00.000-07:00

Oct 26, 2009. We saw the coyote today, my dog Skip and I, standing at the top of the ridge silhouetted against the dawning sky. The three of us paused and looked at each other. These two cousins, one wild, the other leashed to his human companion, each caught a glimpse of the other’s life. Some would say that the free primitive life of the coyote is a better life than the life of the domesticated dog. But all life is sacred, all is pulsating with the energy and consciousness that enlivens even the rocks. The song of the coyote, the song of the dog, and the song of me are melodies that long to harmonize with the cosmic symphony. May the songs of the coyote, dog and woman blend harmoniously with the songs of this day and this place and with the songs of all the beings that are here at the beautiful and mysterious Shamanic Valley Campground.

Waiting in readiness

2010-05-26T13:33:00.000-07:00

Oct 24, 2009. Shamanic Valley Campground.
Before the party quiet. Everything pauses in readiness. I thought I heard a drum but perhaps it’s just the drum beat of things to come. Tonight’s drumming echoing back into the heat of today’s afternoon. As I look up from my writing, a coyote runs across my field of vision, maybe 30 feet away. Will he circle back to the water cache and drink there? Maybe I’ll hear him howling with his companions as I did in the wee hours of this day’s morning. Coyote, raven, grackle and me. All pulsating, vibrating with the same life, all pausing expectantly, all waiting for the twist of energy, the sleight of hand that will shift us into a new era of life on our beautiful planet.

The Making of the "June Day" Remedy

2010-05-25T13:11:00.000-07:00

June 7, 2008.

• In reference to a problem I had with a rodent in the vegetable garden, I was guided to gather some pollen and dried buds from local plants. These were: dried material remaining from the buds of a local tree, dried parts from dead branches, tree pollen fallen on the ground and dried flowers from a nearby yellow-flowering bush.

• I used the materials to make a homeopathic remedy. I crushed the dry materials with a mortar and pestle then put them through a fine sieve. I mixed 1 ml of this powder with 99 parts brandy/water mixture (60% 80 proof Brandy and 40% good water). Succussed 40 times to get 1C potency. Each succussion is a firm “thump” of the vial on a thick book. I repeated the dilution and succussion steps 11 more times to get a 12C potency.

• I applied the remedy 5 times in June, July and August. The application of “June Day” appeared to have strongly ameliorated the damage done to the garden by this rodent. Several people told me that the garden plants would continue to be pulled underground until none were left. This did not happen. We lost a few vegetables, but otherwise the plants thrived and produced.

• Some say that for every malady there is a cure nearby in the local vegetation. The making of this remedy and my success with it makes me think that this may be true.

Second Grounding Stake

2010-05-25T10:48:00.000-07:00

March 20, 2008. Today Nature and I placed a second grounding stake for Homeopathy in the Valley of the Raven’s Nests. The moment of the equinox had occurred at 9:48 a.m., and the stake was placed around 11 a.m. Immediately after we planted the stake, my hiking companions and I saw a raven pair bring a piece of paper towel to the highest nest. One raven stood in front of the nest, cawing at us, while the other carefully arranged the paper towel. My friends felt surprised that the ravens would come to the nest while we were there, and interpreted the cawing as warning us off. The cawing felt to me like a celebration of the energy present. A few minutes later, as we were hiking away, we saw a red-tailed hawk pair flying low above us and across our path. One of the pair was carrying a bunch of soft vegetation, presumably for their nest.

March 23rd 2008, Easter Sunday: I noticed in the Perelandra MBP Manual that all the energy processes include balancing and stabilizing afterward. I was regretting that I did not do balancing and stabilizing after planting the stake. So I walked to the area near the labyrinth, where there is a panoramic view of the mountains. I opened a connection and asked if balancing and stabilizing should be done now, even though it was 3 days later. I tested “no”. I asked if the stake was still there, and if it was well-planted. I tested “yes”, but I also “saw” (in my inner vision, I think), the upper part of the huge stake angling down behind the mountain. I looked somewhat like a jet-stream trail. Just then, a small plane took off from the airstrip below. It rose, circled around, did acrobatic loops, and came by me low and fairly closely. I waved. It circled around again, came back and tipped its wings at me. I laughed in amazement and delight. This joyous feeling was like a gift from Nature, letting me know that my team was celebrating with me. For the first time, I was really full-out laughing with my team. I also felt that they were signaling that I was not to worry – that I’m doing just fine.

First Grounding Stake

2010-05-24T13:21:00.000-07:00

Feb 25, 2008. I go with friends on a hike to Silverfin Falls. It’s a beautiful day, sunny and warm. Arriving at the falls, I stand in the mist wafting out from the falling water. I don’t feel as though I’m alone. It’s as if some presence is nudging me, trying to get my attention. I open a connection to Nature. Is there something I am to do here? I’m told that I can ground homeopathy more firmly on the planet by placing a grounding stake here. What? Can I do that? I have some experience with moving energy through visualization. I open myself to being a conduit for the energy. I visualize a tall thin shining bright stake grounding homeopathy by moving diagonally down and finally anchoring into the ground right in front of the falls. I realize that my deep desire that homeopathy be more firmly grounded on the planet plus my openness to working with Nature has allowed my partners to use me as the human intermediary for this work.

The Magic Begins

2010-05-24T13:08:00.000-07:00

October 2007. The magic begins. My husband Skidmore is hiking in the lovely desert of Shamanic Valley. I’m sitting in our small RV trying to hold myself together as my world is rocked by a life-changing book: Co-Creative Science by Machaelle Small Wright. It’s a small trade paperback with a bronze cover, somewhat drab looking and less than 200 pages in length. It looks innocuous, and it shakes me to the core.

Putting the book aside, I walk out into the desert. A raven leads the way. It’s one thing to read, think and imagine. It’s quite another to act. Do I have the courage and the moxie to commit to the unknown? Do I have the skill, the time, the resources to live up to whatever will follow, or will I just fall on my face and fail?

I feel small and alone. I take solace from the presence of the raven. Am I imagining that this bird is offering me support and companionship? I take a deep breath, summon my deepest resolve, and say out loud to the Nature Intelligence around me:

“I want to be a student of Nature. Will you enroll me in the curricula of Co-Creative Science?”

There, it is done. I sit awhile in the shade of a desert bush and let the quiet sink into me. Then I return to the RV. Will my life change somehow now, or will things flow on much as before?

In the days that followed, I returned home and began to create a life built upon the principles of working in partnership with Nature. As with most endeavors, you start by taking small steps, and build on your initial steps as you go. I created space in our home for an “office” for my work, and started a fall garden using the processes given in the Perelandra Garden Workbooks.

The modest success of the garden was an encouraging sign that I might be on the right track. The larger success was the establishment of on-going, almost daily connection sessions with Nature and the White Brotherhood. We were getting to know one another, finding out what could be expected from each other.

At first I imagined that they could give me information that would allow me to plan my work out into the future. But I soon learned that they could only give me the next step. I could work with them to plan next season’s garden on paper, but when I actually planted changes would need to be made.

As we continued our work together, I found that I needed to ask fewer questions. I could distinguish more answers in my gut, rather than having to ask yes or no questions and getting the answers with my fingers using kinesiology. I could also ask for a “download” of information on a subject and receive a body of relevant information without having to ask specific questions. I wouldn’t grasp the content of the information as the download was happening, but later when the time came for action, I would know what to do.

They say the journey of a lifetime starts with one step. And all I had to do that October day was ask …