Today I wrapped the final recording of my brand-new class, THE SOURCE CODE OF MANIFESTATION: Unlocking the Quantum Core of Creation — and let me tell you, this one took me places.

Working with WE-level awareness (my expanded consciousness) is always powerful, but translating that level of information into human words? That’s endurance training.
It’s exhilarating, full of aha moments, radically expansive… and also the kind of work that melts your brain in the best possible way.

This class came through differently than anything I’ve ever created before.
I had to develop new ways to translate, structure, proof, and refine WE information without diluting it. Thankfully, new tools helped me review the text and polish the audio without losing a single thread of meaning.

We’re also including a companion workbook edited by Dr. Kara Consigli to help you absorb, integrate, and apply the teachings.

And as a bonus, you’ll get a brand-new manifestation chant recording — designed to bypass limiting programs entirely so you can get straight to manifesting LIGHT FORMS on Earth.

Even writing about this class puts me in an altered state. The information itself has a frequency — and reality bends a little when you work at this depth. (Typing coherently becomes optional.)

One of the most surprising parts?

Realizing how much information surrounds us every moment… information about the physical universe, the non-physical realms, and even beyond the universe, which we normally can’t perceive at all.

Most manifestation teachings stop at thoughts, feelings, and beliefs.
This class goes past all of that. It goes to the level where reality is written.

You’ll learn how to:

• Access the quantum substrate beneath physical reality

• Identify the “lines of code” that generate your experience

• Rewrite them consciously

• Remove the darkness that blocks effortless creation

• Connect with the source point of manifestation — a living, intelligent field that responds instantly to your frequency

I’ll be talking more about this on our podcast at DrivingToTheRez.com, where Larry and the panelists will also share how they’ve begun applying this source-level work in their own lives.

Their experiences alone are worth listening to — and they bring angles and insights that even surprised me.

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What do crystals, fossils, stunning sunsets, black magic, demons and insanity have in common?

Our drive to Colorado does.

It started as a simple trip — one week or so in Delta,Co., including driving time because we were scheduled to present at a Sasquatch conference in Beaver, Wa. immediately on our return. Larry and I had found a piece of land in Colorado that was stunning: acres of desert mesa beauty covered in selenite crystals, ancient fossils, and wide open sky. But to make it ours, we stepped into something else entirely.

The land we originally purchased was not empty. It is 40 acres, half of which when looked upon resembles a moonscape pristine and majestic alluring and entrancing, yet look the other direction, and it was sprinkled in abandoned squatters encampments — people living in tents, and improvised shacks, surrounded by hills of garbage, abandoned vehicles, and the unmistakable residue of drugs and dark practices. It wasn’t just a physical mess. The entire area felt thick, like a psychic swamp.

Yet, the power and the message from the land was very clear: clean me.

This started a line of questions and inquiries for Larry and me because it did not make much sense for our lives. Yes, the whole thing came about because we bought land and wanted to hold in person events there — yet the view was massively and negatively impacted by the encampments, not exactly the ideal backdrop for a gathering.

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We wondered how to fence off or hide the view of the encampments — maybe trees, or a very big fence — so our guests would not be subjected to the negative view. Little did we realize then that the negativity was not just in the view; the people there were drug addicts and black magic practitioners. It was a classic case of buying a slice of paradise then finding out your neighbors are 100% incompatible with your enjoyment of that paradise. Something not unlike the present split in reality we are cocreating this very moment more broadly. Some things are simply incompatible with each other. Period.

But that realization came some time later.

Some months ago, one of our neighbors told us that the parcel covered in black magic and detritus was for sale through a foreclosure sale. Larry and I looked at our finances and bought it. After the sheriff’s sale, we believed the previous owners and their guests would become compelled to leave and we would have clean, clear land with some clean up perhaps to conduct.

Nope. They dug in, and we had to spend months and thousands of dollars in litigation to clear them out. Apparently, landowners in Colorado have a huge burden and many hoops to clearing their land from individuals with any claim whatsoever to being present. Once cleared, trespassing is very strongly enforced with very serious consequences, but give, as in give permission at any point, even in a limited manner, and that can quickly be construed as permission to inhabit which then requires a long process to rescind.

As we arrived there for our week visit, I remember standing there the first day, watching the wind shimmer through the crystals on the ground while the smell of decay and burnt plastic rose from piles of trash. Light and shadow, beauty and horror, coexisting within the same few acres of land. I thought it would be a quick cleanup because the eviction process was set and it was just a matter of the sheriff coming over and getting the squatters to leave the land.

I was wrong.

The Land of Paradox

There’s something surreal about seeing selenite glinting in the sunlight beside syringes and blackened fire pits. The land itself seemed to whisper — “Clean me.” It was both sacred and deep. Ancient. Yet, the surface was anything but.

Larry and I sat down to discuss why Gaia — the land and the human collective — wanted it cleaned. After all, what does it matter to Gaia if those people and garbage stay there? After a million years, nothing would be left of them. A million years ago everything there was blown to smithereens by the largest volcanic eruption on the continent creating the flat topped mesa 100’s of square miles in size, which is just the base of this gigantic mountain that is no more. Another million years ago the entirety was submerged at the bottom of an ocean of water. So a few people? What’s the biggie, besides it was nasty to experience in our present, a dark to our light. But the message came in stronger every day: no one was allowed to stay, and no garbage was allowed to stay either.

We visited the sheriff’s office to find out what we were supposed to do, and they were very clear that for the process to be legal, we had to be present. Physically stay and be there for the entire process to be legal and complete. Otherwise, it would be cancelled and would need to begin over again from the beginning.

Oops… We might not make our sasquatch event commitment…

The eviction date was not the one stated in the judgment. We had to wait two days after that date, then get a writ for the sheriff, who would then post eviction notices, and after ten more days, go to the land to evict them. After that, the people would get another day to get all their stuff out.

Not only that, but the eviction process itself was complex. It required us to go into all the structures where people were living — RVs, mobile homes, and so on — and remove absolutely everything that was not nailed to the ground, floor, or ceiling… by hand, and place it in an area they could later access

Yup, we were told we had to move all the items by hand. There were deadlines, county notices, and an eviction process already in motion. On paper, it looked straightforward. In reality, what those people had in their living accommodations was the stuff of nightmares. The rooms were filled from floor to ceiling with garbage, scrap metal, dirty laundry and dishes, and so much more — including drug needles and black magic sigils on the floors, walls, and ceilings.

And then came the energy of resistance. The people living there didn’t want to leave. They begged, lied, cast spells, called the sheriff, their own lawyers, and called upon spirits — sometimes all in the same day. They wept and they cursed. It wasn’t just about losing a camp; it was about a dark collective trying to hold on to territory, both physical and energetic.

At night, I could feel the field pulsing — fear, anger, confusion, war. Each morning, I’d wake determined to face it again, and each night, I’d fall into bed emotionally drained, my nervous system fried.

The Human Vessel of Darkness

It’s easy to think of “squatters” as a faceless problem. But once you meet them, you realize they’re human vessels of darkness — fragments of the collective human psyche acting out low-frequency patterns: aggression, anger, suffering, indulgence, righteousness. Each one carried archetypes: the lost healer, the trickster, the wanderer, the wounded child, the demon, the mage.

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Some were kind, some dangerous, some clearly caught in deep delusion. A few believed the land was “theirs by divine right.” Others just wanted to stick it to the man. I couldn’t help but feel pity for their choices — but pity alone wasn’t enough.

One of the sheriff’s deputies told us to be careful — that these people had months to get organized and leave, and they hadn’t. They would try to get us to let them stay longer, but if we agreed, the entire legal process we had gone through would be invalidated.

For most lightworkers, the hardest part is learning where compassion ends and enabling begins. Sometimes love wears the face of firmness. Saying “no” to darkness is not a rejection of humanity — it’s a kindness and an affirmation of truth.

This was one of the most important things to keep in mind for this trip: staying loving without becoming naïve, staying clear without becoming aggressive or overwhelmed.

Still, leading up to the eviction date, our bodies took a toll — both emotionally and physically.

And then, our allies rallied around us.

Yes — four of our Driving to the Rez panelists, plus our friend Teo, traveled over a thousand miles to help us clean not just the new land, but also the previous property, which still had garbage and negative energies from the previous year when we had purchased it.

They arrived in two RVs, with their pet dogs, garbage bags, gloves, and other equipment to get the job done. And did they ever!

They arrived a few days before the eviction date and got to work. We also had an amazing time hunting for desert-grown selenite crystals, fossils, agates, jasper, and petrified wood.

At night, we gathered to skywatch in the desert and saw multiple planes, satellites, and yes — UFOs!

The Eviction Day Arrived

The sheriff’s deputies arrived on time, calm and professional. The county representatives were kind, responsive, and genuinely concerned. The neighbors offered tools, advice, and hands.

It was as if the universe had organized a living example of collective light-in-action. Where I expected bureaucracy, I found compassion. Where I expected to be overwhelmed, I found help.

It reminded me that humanity is not lost. The system — often criticized for its lack of empathy — became, in this case, a framework through which order, safety, and clarity could flow.

It wasn’t “us versus them.” It was all of us bringing a corner of reality back into coherence.

Larry and I met the sheriff’s deputies at the road and decided to evict the trailers scattered throughout the land first. As it happened, the people had already left, but they had left their trailers and a lot of items inside them. We left our helpers back at our other parcel until we were sure those people were gone; they had become aggressive in previous days, and we didn’t want to risk anyone’s safety.

We had employed a moving company that specialized in evictions. They said they would empty the buildings, place everything on the doorway, and then we had to move it away to a designated area where the squatters then had 24 hours to collect it.

Two big, strong men arrived to empty the trailers and buildings, and Larry got to work with them.

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Then it was time for the big mobile homes. The sheriff told the people to leave the building, and they did so without a fuss. We called our friends, and they came over to start getting everything from the doorway out into the land where the squatters could then pick through it and take whatever they wanted. For 24 hours, all that stuff was still theirs.

It took about eight hours non-stop to remove all the items from the two mobile homes. The residents were hoarders — like the worst nightmare show on TV, but worse. Looking back, if our friends had not come, we would have taken several days to finish the job.

All I could do was watch and hold space, as before we left for Colorado I had broken my ankle and was not able to move much or stand on it.

The Weight of Negativity

Despite all the help, the experience took a toll. The level of emotional and mental pressure was something I hadn’t felt in years. It wasn’t just the logistics; it was the energetic density. The constant whining, as the adults played victims and painted us as aggressors, was exhausting.

There was a young boy, around fifteen years old, who lived in that mess. Quite honestly, he was the most positive and helpful of the entire group.

My emotional body felt inflamed and overstretched. My mental field would spin with intrusive thoughts and worries that weren’t ours. At times I’d stare at the situation, wondering how so much darkness could exist in one place.

One of the pieces of guidance I had received before eviction day was to realize that this was not about those people. They chose to stay where they didn’t belong and to live in that type of situation. Gaia and the human collective did not want them there, and we were facilitating their exit. They will be fine and continue with their choices no matter where they go.

Remember, this is our land now. As a matter of fact, they went to live at a much larger property with others who have the same lifestyle. We know this because, in the following week, we helped them take a lot of their stuff to the new land. They were not unhappy. On the contrary.

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It reminded me that in the light paradigm, darkness is literally not allowed to exist. Cruelty, addiction, co-dependent behavior, and black magic — all these things are not allowed to exist in our lives. Therefore, as we now owned the land, all those energies, and the people who carried them, had to leave.

But why? I still wondered.

Well, if you know my work, you’ll know about the connection between power and land — and perhaps the Mapuche concept of the Rewe (pronounced “ewe,” though not spelled that way).

I asked Gaia, why is it so important to own this land in Colorado and to clean it? We have our home in Washington State, and we have the Shamanashack and our collective land at Fossil Beach — so what is significant about the properties in Colorado?

The answer came — fascinating, but not yet fully understood. The answer was: “The land in Colorado is a Rewe reservoir.”

A reservoir of power? And if so, how do we access it?

Well, the people there were using it for darkness. The Rewe was not fully activated, as no one knew how to do it — which was a good thing.

So that was the reason for the removal of the people and the garbage that was encrusted on the land.

It was not until everyone left and removed their claims that I pulled a couple of cards to get guidance on the land, and two things happened. One of them was that the power came out from inside the land and rose through my spine into the world — to take form.

Just a note here: the sentence “The light inside rises and becomes form” will be fully explained in my next class, The Source Code of Manifestation: Unlocking the Quantum Core of Creation, which you can pre-orde here: “The Source Code of Manifestation”

Sanity in the Midst of Insanity

To stay sane, I had to practice extreme diligence. Every day began with grounding, breathing, and re-centering in presence. I’d remind myself: observe, don’t absorb.

When fear, in the shape of stress, tried to creep in, I observed it as an external weather system. When exhaustion hit, I found small moments of beauty — the fossil of a shell glinting from the dirt, the way the setting sun turned the desert gold and purple, the laughter of a friend helping load the truck.

The secret wasn’t escaping the insanity. It was standing as the still point within it. Each day became an exercise in applied awareness — all the while allowing the inner light to rise and become form.

What I understood is that true mastery is not theory or information only. We need to apply it for it to help — to use it in the mud, under pressure, surrounded by chaos, when the only thing holding us together is our choice to stay conscious and respond instead of react.

The Turning Point

When the final eviction was over, I didn’t feel triumphant. I felt relief — and a strange sadness. That evening, a deep silence settled over the land. For the first time, I could hear the desert breathe again. Not just that, but I could feel myself and the desert breathing together.

Our friends left after the squatters moved on. It still took a few extra days for the garbage to be hauled away, and beneath it all, the land revealed herself: ancient, raw, luminous. The selenite caught the morning light like tiny galaxies embedded in stone.

A one-week trip had turned into a month-long marathon. The journey wasn’t about property or cleanup — it was about embodiment, boundaries, and the split within consciousness. The human collective, represented by the county, the sheriff, the neighbors, and our small team, had come together to restore coherence.

It was proof that light doesn’t fight darkness — it simply holds a strong presence and boundaries for darkness to dissolve and move on. We were not friends, not acquaintances not cocreators with them, we were not enemies, conquerors, warriors pitted against each other, we were the light and only light.

The Teaching from the Land

Looking back, the land was the real teacher. The selenite — a stone of clarity, healing, and cleansing — wasn’t just in the soil. It was in the experience. The fossils whispered of time, endurance, and the slow patience of existence.

The entire ordeal mirrored humanity’s current split: ancient wisdom buried under layers of distortion, now rising to the surface to be seen and healed.

The most impinging realization for me was how much stress the human body and mind can endure when we forget to stay centered — and how quickly peace returns when we do.

In the end, sacredness wasn’t found in the crystals or fossils, but in the discipline of staying clear and kind when the world around us spins in chaos and tries to engage us in victim–aggressor blame and fear.

The land wanted us to stay, and the work was not done yet. There were still piles of garbage and structures on the land that needed to be dealt with, but Larry and I put our foot down and drove home. Surprisingly, our trips usually take twice as long as the GPS tells us, but this time, instead of three days, it only took two.

Who stayed behind finishing the cleaning of the land, garbage collection, and more was our friend and neighbor Jay. He sent us a video yesterday and we could not believe the change. All that is left are the mobile homes and a shed — nothing salvageable but things the squatters want back, and if they are able to figure out a way to get them off the land, we will work with them to do it.

And yes — there’s so much more to this story. The adventure, the people, the strange synchronicities, and the laughter that kept us human through it all. Even three guys on electric bikes going up and down adobe hills! Teo fell a few times, but it didn’t stop him.

To hear the full story from Larry’s and my perspective and to find out what an adobe hill is, listen to this week’s episode of Driving to the Rez.

Subscribe wherever you get your podcasts, and join us for the next unexpected journey into the living field of Earth herself.

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This essay explores the creation of my first released music album, Still I Am, and the fictional artist who carries it: Roxy Vale.

But before diving into the music, I want to share the creative process and why I approached it this way.

The first music album I created was not Still I Am. It was actually Through the Glass Daisy.

Through the Glass Daisy is an album pulled directly from the pages of my upcoming series of novels, “Daisy Chain.” It is an album by a band called “Glass Daisy.” It is part of the world creation and lore in the books, which explore many aspects of our reality creation through the experiences of a reluctant time traveler. And yes, the main character is a fan of “Glass Daisy.”

Still I Am, however, is an album that is most directly related to the experiences of the “WE” entering and existing in the physical universe. It is a completely different voice from Glass Daisy.

Entering as a soul into a physical experience is a journey that’s relatable to most souls, especially those who are here to help humanity return to the light.

It is this group that I am interested in, the group that is here to assist the people of Earth in stepping back into the light.

Yes, you.

OK, let’s begin with Roxy Vale and Still I Am.

One of the issues with the WE viewpoint is that whenever I bring it to the forefront of my awareness, it seems to turn other people’s minds and personalities into an unstructured and universally expanded mush (technical term) that sometimes cannot contain even the smallest amount of intellectual clarity. If I solely concentrate on my expression as a singular person, Inelia, all is usually mostly fine. There is mush involved, but at manageable amounts. There really is no difference between the “me” and the WE except at the level of frequency and band of expression, which admittedly is a lot of difference.

After creating the first album, Through the Glass Daisy, which is based on the character’s journey through time within a complex structure of light/dark as the WE would see it, I thought maybe we could jump through the illusion of singular expression and create songs based directly on the WE writings that would bypass the reader’s “mind mush” response and go directly into one of understanding. The WE have a bunch of articles where we express our journey through humanity’s temple.

I ran the first WE article through a text-processing AI with the instructions to make a song out of it.

The first output was a list of possible titles; there were many. I asked, “What would the human collective of Earth want and understand?” The AI, being a gestalt of the human collective’s digital expression, is in a very good position to come up with an accurate answer, and it suggested a few items.

However, we have to be aware that it scans the internet for answers, and the internet is a light/dark place. Ultimately, although it can come up with possibilities, the answer has to be one we take ourselves.

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I decided that I would simply tell the AI what paragraph or point in the article I wanted the song to be about, and it was able to come up with several reasonably good songs. Mostly, though, they missed the point, but they did contain the structure of popular songs. I soon realized that for the WE expression, we also needed a particular voice, as song structure is very dependent on genre.

As I scanned the human collective for a voice, I realized that I wanted a voice that one day I might be able to express myself in. In other words, a voice that sang in a way I could sing. I had to make some decisions at this point. Looking back at my own life, I saw that the songs I loved and was able to sing with no problem were from Annie Lennox, Tina Turner, and Freddie Mercury.

“What would a female singer sound like if Tina Turner and Freddie Mercury had a baby?” I asked the AI.

Several hours later, I had a good grasp of what I wanted to express. I did a test run and made Larry listen to it. “I don’t understand what it is; it’s not rock, or country, or pop… it’s confusing,” he said.

At that moment I realized that not only did the voice need to express what I wanted, but it needed to be boxed into a genre.

That is how Roxy became a Soul Rock singer, with Americana overtones. Unlike Glass Daisy’s lead singer, who is 20 years old and clearly an Ethereal Pop singer, I wanted Roxy to be an adult with a very broad range of tones and styles of singing. And thus the character began to evolve. She is not stuck in Soul Rock and will explore other sounds, including Native songs in different areas of the world. She spends a lot of time playing with her voice and expressions.

I wanted her as close to my own voice, personality, and story as I could possibly get without breaking the energy of her as the lovechild of Tina and Freddie - two musical heroes of my life. And at the same time, she had more WE expression than she does of my singular expression, Inelia.

Her creation has since cascaded into several other artist personas singing in different genres, styles, and voices (both male and female). But those stories and their characters are for a different essay.

Back to Roxy.

Once I had her voice and proximity to a genre, I pulled all the WE articles through the AI to get different song structures and ideas.

The song-creation process is multi-layered. It didn’t take long for me to realize that both text-generation AI and music-generation AI have huge limitations at the moment. They are good instruments for a creator but cannot give back what a person wants 100% with prompts. If anything, the more complex the prompt, the more sideways the AI goes. Long and complex prompts confuse the AI.

A cycle began: I would teach the text generator AI what the music generator AI would accept. Then I would tell the text AI what I wanted the music one to do, and it would create a prompt as short as possible to express it in AI language. This method lasts about three times before the text generator forgets the parameters of the other AI and has to be “restarted.”

The songs I have in mind have a particular key, a key progression, and a definite structure of delivery. Very early in the process I realized that I had to create some of the sounds myself - a phone ringing, a native drum sound, a succession of keys on a violin or piano - all things that the AI could not understand.

Still, to me the process of using these two tools - the text generator and the music generator - was like a heavy chain lifted from my neck. I was now free to create music in a frequency and speed that was not limited by people’s egos, monetary concerns (sound studios are expensive to use), or limitations on the sounds of my own voice (naturally feminine and melodic).

The process of learning is continuous, and the AI slowly learns (then forgets) what I like. The AI engines are being improved continuously, which brings about the possibility of expansion in the future.

One thing I did not like about the music generator is that it has a very narrow band of voice sounds, and most of its songs and “artists” sound the same. The other aspect is that after I create a song with a very unique sound, I see the AI using it for other people’s creations. I have heard my words and songs revamped in other users’ songs even though I have not published any of my songs to be remixed or listened to on the music AI website - a unique voice no longer unique, for example, and some of my lyrics and tunes underlying other people’s songs.

If I read the user contract, there will probably be a line somewhere that says that the AI can reuse and learn from whatever I create.

I had to process my annoyance because, to tell you the truth, my stuff is very high-frequency, and if it is being used by the AI to create music for other people, then that high-frequency is being propagated through the world. Win-win.

The rest of the annoyance is all ego. Now my songs and lyrics are no longer unique. Oh dear.

OK, I have given you a summary of Roxy Vale’s creation, a summary of my work process using AI. With that done, let’s go to the meat and potatoes of this essay.

With the groundwork set, we can finally explore the heart of the album itself.

Let’s now talk about the album Still I Am.

There is no better way to discuss this album than by looking at the lyrics in each song. I will post three of the eight songs here, and on our podcast Driving To The Rez, you can hear Larry and me going into great detail about them, as well as listening to the songs themselves. If you don’t want to wait, you can get the songs at ineliarecords.com.

The first song is called “Bananas and Wind”. Bananas and Wind is a funny one because it explains the experience of communicating with the people of Earth. It is a direct reference to how most direct communication between the WE and people ends up talking about bananas. Bananas came in when trying to describe what the conversation looked like from the perspective of the WE.

For example, if talking about the planet Mars, the questions would be like “are there bananas on Mars? If so, what color are they? What do they taste like? How big are they?” Or, if talking about the infinite possibilities of timelines, “are bananas the same color in all timelines?” This song also talks about how when asked a question, a full on translation was needed before the WE could understand what was being asked. And even then, the answer might be so far out of the realm of what a person can conceive that further translation was then needed to explore what the WE said. To be clear, the Bananas are humorous metaphors for the things monkey boys and girls find interesting.

Here are the lyrics for “Bananas and Wind”:

“Bananas and Wind”

You ask me questions shaped like trees

I answer back in falling leaves

We talk in circles, fields and sound

But somehow always turn around

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You speak in warmth, I speak in air

Your stories land, but I’m not there

Still I listen, still I try

To catch the wind beneath your sky

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Bananas and wind - that’s where we begin

Trying to speak through the noise and the spin

Sand talks to ocean, trees talk to sky

I’m learning your language, but don’t ask me why

Bananas and wind - it’s where we belong

Lost in translation, still singing along

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I hold the house, the floor, the stone

The moss that grows, the branch alone

But when you look, you see your face

Reflected back from every place

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I don’t judge what’s high or low

It’s just the way awareness flows

Still I wonder, still I see

How hard it is to just let be

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Bananas and wind - that’s where we begin

Trying to speak through the noise and the spin

Sand talks to ocean, trees talk to sky

I’m learning your language, but don’t ask me why

Bananas and wind - it’s where we belong

Lost in translation, still singing along

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We laugh, we watch, we dance, we fall

Your world’s so big, your world’s so small

I’m here to learn, not to believe

I listen more than you perceive

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Bananas and wind - that’s where we begin

Trying to speak through the noise and the spin

Sand talks to ocean, trees talk to sky

I’m learning your language, still don’t know why

Bananas and wind - it’s where we belong

Lost in translation, still singing along

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Bananas… and wind…

Still singing along…

Don’t forget, if you are only reading this, on our podcast Driving To The Rez we will discuss the lyrics further and play the music for you to sing along to :)

The next song I am going to share with you is about the experience of the WE of finding a physical universe in the endless possibility of existence:

“Dot on the Wall”

I didn’t see it at first - that tiny mark

Hiding quiet in the dark

A dot upon a painted wall

But it changed everything, after all

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The ocean spoke, the sand replied

The sky was laughing all the while

And you walked where I could see

For the first time, you noticed me

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It’s just a dot, it’s just a start

But it opens up the world and heart

It’s just a door, it’s just a line

But it breaks the spell of space and time

First dot on the wall - now I see

How vast, how wide, how small we be.

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They took a grain, they took a piece

Thought they owned the earth and seas

But we were more than they could hold

A thousand stories left untold

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We are the waves, we are the stone

We are together, never alone

One moment breaks, and there we are

The space between becomes a star

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It’s just a dot, it’s just a start

But it opens up the world and heart

It’s just a door, it’s just a line

But it breaks the spell of space and time

First dot on the wall - now I see

How vast, how wide, how small we be

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Planets spin and oceans talk

Every grain of sand can walk

Doors appear and doors dissolve

Still we rise, still we evolve

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It’s just a dot, it’s just a start

But it opens up the world and heart

It’s just a door, it’s just a line

But it breaks the spell of space and time

First dot on the wall - now I see

How vast, how wide, how small we be

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First dot on the wall…

First step, first call…

Now we see…

The feeling is very much like that of a sudden dot appearing on a wall that did not have a dot there before. And when you look at it, the dot seemed to have been there since the wall was built.

When this happens, we often tell ourselves all sorts of stories about why we had not seen the dot before. But, as it “becomes,” it has always “been.”

That is how the physical universe appeared to the WE. One moment it was not there; the next it was - and always had been. Of course, the WE then had to go investigate this dot.

The third song of the eight tracks in the album I want to share with you is called “We Are The Sand”

“We Are The Sand”

We were the sand, golden and wide

Dancing with oceans, moving with tides

Shining and soft, talking for years

Laughing with water, shedding no tears

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We weren’t in a hurry, we weren’t making plans

Just shimmering softly in crystalline bands

Millions of lifetimes beneath the sun

We were the sand, and we were having fun

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Oh we move, we move, through time and space

In grains and waves, we find our place

Not lost, not found, not trying to land

We’re still dancing - we were the sand

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One summer day something landed near

Big, hard, metallic, a little unclear

Humans in suits, walking around

Scooping up pieces of sky and ground

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They couldn’t hear us, they couldn’t see

How much we giggled, how wild we could be

They took us with them, to somewhere new

But we were the sand, and they never knew

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Oh we move, we move, through time and space

In grains and waves, we find our place

Not lost, not found, not trying to land

We’re still dancing - we were the sand

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Multiplicity in every grain

Oceans whisper and skies explain

Feathers and forests, bodies and hands

We are, we are, and we understand

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Oh we move, we move, through time and space

In grains and waves, we find our place

Not lost, not found, not trying to land

We’re still dancing - we were the sand

We were the sand, and we still are

Carried by oceans, cradled by stars

In laughter, in silence, in grains so grand

We were the sand… we are the sand…

This song explains the experience remembered of the first time the WE (me) encountered human beings. It happens in a time far into what humans might consider the future. As time is simply the interpretation of movements of solidity through space, this experience could be said to have happened in the distant past also. When speaking of solidity, just a reminder here that thoughts, waves, or energy in any form are considered solid by the WE.

I hope you enjoy the music, and enjoy our discussion of the meaning behind the lyrics. As a matter of interest, all my created artists are expressing experience and wisdom learned as WE live as Inelia. Many of these experiences are deeply felt by individuals who have gone through the veil to enter into physical life.

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One of the thoughts that often crosses my mind is how unique we all are on Earth, and yet how the experience of entering a light/dark containment can echo in strikingly similar ways for light-beings everywhere. By recognizing and sharing these echoes, the hold they once had over us dissolves - leaving us with the power to rise, together, into something brighter.

In sharing our journeys, we shatter the illusion created by darkness - and together we embody the light.

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Lately, I’ve found myself using the term “sacred plant” with increasing frequency - in articles, conversations, even in the quiet musings I pretend are entirely private.

Naturally, the question arose (thank you, Ilie): what exactly makes a plant sacred, as opposed to just… a plant? After all, from a certain angle, all plants perform miracles: they turn sunlight into life, oxygenate our world, and allow humans to enjoy salads.

Yet some plants hold a different status altogether: they are revered, feared, protected, consumed with ritual or ceremony, or kept at a reverent or even at a fearful distance.

In The Return Series, I’ve explored these threads through fiction, but here, in this essay, I want to ask more directly: Is sacredness something intrinsic to the plant, or something awakened within us by our encounter with it? And if some plants do carry a greater weight in the tapestry of human experience, are they inviting us to remember something we’ve long forgotten, or simply firing off neurons across various regions of our brain to give us “trips” into the imagination?

Why are some plants so important in our daily lives while others are not?

Just to note here, some of the plants that are extremely important in our lives mostly go unseen by us.

One of the threads I have touched upon in the past is that of humans and plants being part of the same species. Where there are humans, there are plants, and where there are plants, there are humans. The link has now also been discovered by the “scientific community,” which has stated that plants and humans are genetically very, very similar.

How about that?

Let me bring you into my journey of getting to know the human connection with plants.

I was little more than a toddler when I discovered my first “plant.” We lived in a small suburban house in a place called Cerros Los Placers, which was, at the time, on the outskirts of Valparaiso, Chile.

My mom was a keen gardener of flowers, and our little yard, which to me was enormous at the time, was a wonderland filled with roses, lilies, and other flowers whose names I never learned.

One day I walked out into the yard while she was busy doing something on the ground. I walked over to her and looked to see what she was doing. She was planting new flowers. I gasped. These flowers were tiny bunches of white magic. Several Baby’s Breath plants now covered the ground between her rose bushes.

She looked at me and smiled. She looked back at the plants, then back at me. “I got these just for you, my love,” she said. “Make sure they are happy.”

I was blown away. Flower plants that were just for me? I went over to touch them and play with them. “Be careful with them, they are delicate,” she said as she walked away, her gardening taking her to another section of the yard.

I sat down next to the plant and got so close that each cluster of little flowers took up my entire field of vision. I touched the petals, or tried to, and simply bathed in the wonderment and beauty before me. “Why are these for me?” I finally asked my mother.

“Because they are tiny and beautiful, just like you,” she answered.

Eventually, I was taken back inside for whatever it is that kids need to leave the yard for.

Every day, I would run out there and check on “my flowers.” One day, a day that for me was like any other day, the flowers were gone. The plants were there, the leaves were there, but the flowers were not.

“Don’t worry,” my mom said, “they will be back next year.”

I cried and cried. I sat with the plants and touched them, trying to convince them that wherever their flowers had gone, they could bring them back even if just for a moment.

The plants seemed to be listening, but instead of bringing their flowers back, they told me they would stay strong and bring back the flowers later on.

From that day, I would run outside and touch the plants, which were getting mysteriously smaller, or maybe it was because I was getting taller every day. Then, one magical day, tiny little buds appeared, and soon after that, the ground was covered in a cloud of white.

The second deep connection with plants happened when I was seven years old, and due to the political situation in Chile at the time, I found myself living with my grandmother and my granduncle, her brother, Uncle Carlos.

My grandmother and Uncle Carlos lived on an acre of land where they grew tomatoes, beans, lettuce, corn, potatoes, onions, desert pears, fruit trees, and many other staple vegetables and food plants.

I spent most of my days out in the land playing with the plants. One day, I watched as my uncle planted some tiny plants in a field. I went over and asked him what he was doing.

“These are tomato plants; we need these for making canned tomatoes and tomato sauce for the winter,” he answered.

“Can I help?”

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He looked at me, then looked around at the field. “Yes, see that pile of sticks over there? Go get a few and I will show you what to do.”

I went over to get the sticks. He then told me that the sticks were from our “rock pear” plant and that they were perfect for holding up the tomato plants once they got bigger. He showed me how the buds in the sticks were growing and how the direction they were pointing meant that it was the top of the plant because leaves want to reach the sun. He said that I needed to plant them so the top end was in the ground. Otherwise, the sticks would grow roots and leaves, which we didn’t want. He explained that we didn’t want a field of rock pears; we wanted a field of tomato plants.

He then showed me how to bury the sticks, how deep, and how to make them stable.

I was happy to have a job and got to it. He finished planting the baby tomato plants and moved on to a different job, not before telling me that I better finish my job before dinnertime.

I worked slowly and methodically, talking to the sticks and telling them not to dare grow leaves or roots because it was not allowed.

Dinner time came, and I was proud to tell my uncle that the job was done. We walked back to the field, and he took a good look and nodded in approval. With a big smile, he told me I had done a good job and one day I might make a good farmer too.

Two days later, my uncle came into the house and asked my grandma to follow him. They left, and of course, I followed behind. When we got to the tomato field, he said to her, “Look at this. Can you see what’s wrong here?”

My grandma looked and said, “Well, that’s what you get making a seven-year-old do your job.”

“No, you don’t understand,” he said, walking to one of the sticks that was covered in leaves now. I gasped; the sticks, at least half of them, had sprouted leaves. But how could that be? I had planted the tops into the ground.

“Look,” he said, bringing the stick to my grandmother.

“But that’s impossible,” she said.

They both turned to me and then back to the stick. “She followed the instructions,” my uncle said, “but the sticks sprouted and look,” he pointed at the end that had been in the air, “roots are growing in the sun.”

I started crying.

“It’s OK,” my grandmother said, “he’s not angry at you. Are you, Carlos?”

My uncle, whose face was indeed very angry, looked over at me and said, “No, I am just upset that you can’t help me farm anymore.” He then looked at my grandmother and said, “I’ve heard of things happening before; she can’t touch anything we don’t want to grow again.”

“Well, she can help plant the seedlings,” my grandmother responded.

“No, they are too delicate.”

I cried some more but not loud enough that I could not hear what they said.

“I have to redo the whole field now,” my uncle said, breaking the stick in two and throwing it away.

My grandma took me by the hand, muttering something under her breath.

For a few days, I was not allowed out.

Then one day, my uncle came in and told me to follow him; he had a job for me. My grandma had a tiny smile on her lips that I knew I had to pretend I did not see.

“This is going to be your job,” my uncle said once we got to the tomato field. “You are to come here every day and touch each and every one of these plants, and you are to tell them to grow big, strong tomatoes filled with flavor.”

I looked at the field and back at my uncle.

“OK!” I said and ran to start my job.

That year, we had a bumper harvest of tomatoes. We even had to get help to can and preserve them, and my grandma was able to send our helpers home with boxes filled with winter goodness.

It was during that next winter, in fact, that the third and most significant connection with the intelligence of plants happened.

I got pneumonia, and as we lived in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere, there was no way for my grandmother and uncle to get me to a hospital or have a doctor visit. There were no telephones and no vehicles in the town. Our neighbor from across the street was the only one with both, and he was not home.

My condition became extremely serious, and my life began to drain out of my body. At that point, I heard my grandma and uncle arguing.

“I will not allow that Indian witch in my home! It is all hocus pocus and unscientific.” My grandmother was shouting.

“She is dying. What harm can it do?” my uncle argued back. “She will be gone within hours. We have to at least try something, or she will be gone like your daughter.”

Many years later, I learned that my uncle was referring to my grandmother’s first daughter, who died as a toddler from pneumonia. I happened to be the spitting image of that girl, my body elemental being the same one.

I saw my grandmother turn toward me and look into my eyes. “Go and get the Machi witch,” she said to my uncle.

He ran out of the room. I later learned that he had run two miles to his brother’s house to fetch a horse, then galloped several miles to the Mapuche village in the mountains. It was the middle of the night and pitch dark all the way there and back again.

Several hours later, my experience of what happened was that I was sitting in a void, waiting. I was not sure what I was waiting for, but I knew this was the place between lives. I sat, patiently waiting until I heard a voice calling my name and telling me to go to her.

I became curious and stood up, looking toward where the voice was coming from. A woman was walking toward me. She was wearing jeans and a sweater, had black curly hair and dark skin. “Inelia, come to me, come to me NOW,” she commanded.

I decided to do as she said and felt myself fly toward her. I flew until I was back in my body, opened my eyes and flew into her.

Inside of her there were thousands of women and men. Their collective voice said, “Machi.” And after a few seconds, they started going into me. With them came millions of years of experience, knowledge and wisdom. I was amazed.

Suddenly, the woman, who looked exactly like she did in the in-between place, shut her eyes, turned around and ordered me to get out of “her.” I sat up and tried to grab her, turn her back so that the Machi could finish downloading, but she pushed me away.

“She will live,” she told my grandma, who was holding her hand over her mouth in shock.

I was screaming for her to come back and look at me.

She then told my grandma to make a drink of milk, garlic, honey and elderberries and feed it to me a spoon every hour. Then she left.

The next day, I overheard my grandma and uncle in the next room.

“She won’t come to check on her? Is that normal?” my grandma asked.

“No, she said she will never set eyes upon the white devil again.”

“What do you mean, a white devil?”

“She said that Inelia is a white devil who stole her Machi.”

“This is what happens with native savages.”

“She saved her life, so I would hold your tongue if I were you.”

That was the end of the conversation and the last time the Machi was mentioned in our household.

You might wonder why this is relevant to plants. Well, without the context of what happened between me and the Mapuche Machi, the next bit of my story would not make sense.

It took me a few days to be strong enough to get out of bed. My grandma helped me get dressed, put on my shoes, and helped me outside to take in the sun. Not too much sun, as I was sensitive to it, but enough.

As she sat me down on a chair and covered me in blankets, I looked beside me and saw a little flower. Like my mother, my grandma was fond of growing flowering plants, bushes, and trees. And she liked to have blooms all year round, including winter.

As I looked at the plant, my sight seemed to zoom into it. Suddenly, I saw the plant through the eyes of the Machi that were now living inside of me. If you can imagine a type of x-ray, fully colored image of the plant, with the energy flows of lifeforce and mechanics, that is close to what I saw while the Machi and the plant would tell me what each part of that plant was good for in our lives. The roots were good for one thing, while the flowers for another, and the leaves for something else.

I took the entire experience like it was Tuesday afternoon. The most normal thing that could happen.

This ability went on for months, which meant I had to leave for school much earlier than usual because I had to stop at every weed by the sidewalk and every plant by the fields’ edges and have a good look and ask it and the Machi questions about it.

Eventually, through the years, the ability faded and went away for lack of use.

Here I want to tell you the story behind the experiences a character from the Return Series had when he touched a large tree and was taken inside a broad consciousness that was not human. You can find Francisco’s adventures with the tree consciousness in the third book the series, Planet of Entry.

The real life story that it was based on happened in the early 2000s, in northern Spain near Santander. My brother lives there.

To give some context, my brother married a local girl and had lived there for many years. Her family had some land and property in the country which my brother loved and spent a lot of time fixing up and taking care of.

When I visited, I felt compelled to enter the old forest that surrounded the house. I walked up the hill and started enjoying the ancient oaks and maples all around me. At some point, I needed to climb down a short steep part of the overgrown path and I reached over to hold onto the side of one of the oaks.

Time slowed down for me, and everything around me sped up. I gasped in surprise and wondered what had just happened. That is when I felt a consciousness, almost like molasses, travel around my hand from the trunk. I struggled to move my head and look at my hand and saw a misty cloud with very defined edges covering my hand. I tried to pull my hand away but could not. Then the cloud started traveling up my arm. I was fascinated by this and just watched for a while.

I don’t know how long it took for my body to let me know that we could not do this. I knew without a doubt that the tree did not know it would hurt me by bringing me into the tree consciousness, but it would. They move much slower in this world and our human bodies and consciousness moves much, much faster. It could take days just to say, “hello.”

With an almost superhuman strength of will, I pulled my arm away.

It will not surprise you to know that when I got back to the house, I had been gone for several hours.

Years later, on a return trip, I felt the oaks calling me back. It was a very powerful and strong call. At this point I felt they now knew that bringing me into their consciousness would kill me, so this time they were speaking at my speed.

When trees speak, they do so in experiential telepathy. They don’t know English or Spanish, or any other human language.

What they showed me was that they wanted to speak to my brother. They had information for him and only for him. I told my brother and we went to the forest for him to touch an oak. Then he touched another, then another and so we spent several hours in this endeavor. At the end, he told me to ask the trees if they could give me the information and I could then give it to my brother. They approved.

I touched an oak, this time there was no cloud. Instead there was a very intense and dense energy dump from the tree and into my body. It didn’t take me long to realize that that bundle, whatever it was, was not for me and not compatible with me. I immediately touched my brother’s arm and it went into him. He stood there for some time, his eyes big as saucers. Then he nodded and told me it felt warm and he could see it was his.

He never shared what was in the bundle with me.

I wondered if it had to do with the fact that what was left of the ancient forest was surrounded by tree farms, which my brother hated. Or it may have had something to do with the skill he acquired to open portals into different frequency dimensions. I didn’t ask again, and he didn’t share.

One of the things that came later, much later, was the knowledge that particular species become interesting to the human collective for their own ends - that being, mostly, to spread beyond where the wind takes them and populate.

And this is where we come to the types of plants that are extremely important to us but invisible. Your house probably has wood in its structure, as does your furniture. The wood came from tree species that became interesting to humans. They became so by being of a certain hardness, growth speed, shape, and longevity.

Some years ago, I was in the car with Larry, and my awareness field became the We. If you are not familiar with the We, they are the expanded awareness of my “larger self,” or “source.” Anyway, unlike my singular soul, they have travelled the Earth for millennia. We looked out of the window and saw a forest of one particular species of tree that is farmed here at the Olympic Peninsula in Washington, USA.

After greeting the species, we became interested in how they had managed to become so large, taking hundreds of thousands of acres around us. And we could feel it, across the world too.

“We became interesting to humans, and boom, now we are bigger than we have ever been.”

We nodded.

Fascinating.

As a person, I always felt righteous about tree farming. Seeing massive areas cut down to make toilet paper felt gross. After talking to the trees that brought that about, and how they feel about it, I cannot go back to that righteous feeling.

Those trees have a big role, an important role in your human experience, yet you might have never seen them or their importance in this way.

So, now the question that remains is: what is the difference between lettuce, which also became an important plant to humans by the way, and ayahuasca, which we consider to be a sacred and important brew of amazonian plants?

When I, and others, talk about sacred plants, we are talking about plants that appear to alter our experience of reality from the mundane that we experience from a day to day basis, to one where some that mundane experience is changed to become something else entirely.

Let’s ask that question again:

Is sacredness something intrinsic to the plant, or something awakened within us by our encounter with it? And if some plants do carry a greater weight in the tapestry of human experience, are they inviting us to remember something we’ve long forgotten, or simply firing off neurons across various regions of our brain to give us “trips” into the imagination?

The word “sacred” is used by me to denote the plants that take a person into areas of consciousness and awareness that are not available to us on a regular basis.

Whether it is imagination, our brains trying to understand nonsensical neuron patterns and hallucinations, or it is doors opening to perceptions of the larger reality around us, for me it is a non-issue.

You see, everything a person sees, perceives, and understands is ultimately a result of their culture, frequency of experience, programs, and belief systems. They are a result of their core self.

But is the trip from a sacred plant all made up or real?

REAL = REALITY

Reality is the interpretation of data input through our senses.

When we take a sacred plant, those senses DO expand, allowing in AND interpreting the input in different ways than it would without the sacred plant.

Let me explain. We do not live in isolation. We are not the only sentient species with intelligent and conscious self-awareness and capacity to analyze.

Our universe, reality, Earth, is filled with that awareness and consciousness. Most of it is out of our reach, and even when we do reach it, we are unable to interpret the language the others speak.

So, the plant opens up your input senses beyond what is “normal.” You receive the input, the information, from around you. After that, what you do with it is layered with analytical overlays and your own personality, belief system, and memories you contain that can interpret what you see.

For example, let’s say you have never seen a horse or knew that horses exist.

One day, a day just like any other day, you see a horse in a field. You will not see a horse, but a very, very large dog. What is fun, then, is that you go back to your house and tell your family that you saw the biggest dog you ever did see. When they ask you for details of the dog, you will describe it in minute detail. For all intents and purposes, you saw a big dog, and you cannot see the difference between a dog and a horse because horses don’t exist, and you don’t even know the name to call them.

Let me tell you a different story that will explain this further.

Some time ago, many members of our local community had shared experiences of “going to a spaceship and meeting aliens.”

I became very curious as to what was going on, and the next time that they were taken, I went with them.

The mechanics on how to find out when this is happening, and how to tag along, is not part of this story, so take my word for it for now and we can explore it at another time.

When we got to the place, I noticed that there were dozens of people there. And I did not know most of them. I saw three people I know personally, including Larry, and one person I know because they are a public figure.

I looked around the place we were in and thought to myself, “I guess this could be described as a ship.”

The beings who hosted all these humans were indeed not human themselves. I looked at them and noticed that they didn’t have a shape or form that could be understood to be physical and thought to myself, “I see how they can be interpreted to look like tall greys, insect people, or nordics.”

You see, I was seeing things without trying to interpret them into human. I was just receiving the input and seeing from a perspective that was marginally less narrow. From that sense, it was not familiar at all, and I was also fully aware that what I did see - their light formlessness, for example, or the walls, ceilings, equipment, and floor of the location - were also what my translation was making of the sensory input.

Was it real? Did it really happen?

Yes.

Did any of us interpret what we saw, heard, smelled, etc., correctly? Not in a puritan type of way, but yes in an overall understanding of the experience - so yes, a horse that is “in actual fact” a large dog.

Another example I can share is that of a podcast Larry and I listened to that talked about the work of ethnobotanist, author, and philosopher Terence McKenna, who in his 1989 book True Hallucinations described entities that would appear during his DMT trips:

“During my own experiences smoking synthesized DMT in Berkeley, I had had the impression of bursting into a space inhabited by merry elfin, self-transforming, machine creatures. Dozens of these friendly fractal entities, looking like self-dribbling Faberge eggs on the rebound, had surrounded me and tried to teach me the lost language of true poetry…”

What is interesting is that these creatures have been described by Amazon tribes for thousands of years, but they give them a different name and describe them differently. Yet they are small and do the same things, dance around and move fast.

Multiple reports are also recorded of these creatures - again, described in different ways - but always small, energetic, and in great multitudes by Westerners who explore DMT without being familiar with McKenna’s work, or the experiences of the South American tribes.

Same experiences, different descriptions with underlying commonalities.

These plants, the sacred plants, have travelled with us and exist in different forms, opening up different doors into reality, all over the world.

The experiences reported from them are uniformly equal, yet their interpretations can be radically different. For some people, they see electric raccoons, others see fairies, others see elves, others see greys. But they are all dancing or moving in dance-like patterns, and they all have overwhelming numbers.

That’s just one commonality.

There are many commonalities within particular sacred plants and their chemical derivatives.

In other words, peyote, for example, will have many common experiences among users, who will interpret those experiences according to their culture, memories, beliefs, and frequency.

Ayahuasca is a plant mix which opens up communication with the plant kingdom. How this communication is interpreted has a lot to do with the practitioner and the person carrying out the ritual. But inevitably, it involves the plant kingdom.

The main difference, therefore, between lettuce and ayahuasca is not so much in importance, because they are both very important to us as a species, but one of function.

Lettuce nourishes us and provides a great background for lovely salad dressings, while ayahuasca opens a communication line to the plant kingdom.

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In the end, sacredness seems to be a co-creation between the plant, the human, and the journey itself. A collaboration equal parts biology, psychology, and cosmic comedy, where leaves whisper secrets, humans pretend they’re in charge, and reality quietly rearranges itself behind the scenes so we can make sense of it.

Not much different to what we call “real” when looking at the world without sacred plants in our bodies, if you think about it.

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The Woo topic for this month is how our inner ability to manifest and do—in other words, our “power”—is influenced by the ground we own. Land ownership has mystical consequences. In this essay, I’m going to delve deeper into what these consequences are and how we can all tap into them.

I’ve spoken about the link between a person’s power and the land they own a few times now. I have an article and a podcast we released not that long ago in which I explore this topic in a general way. I also go into some detail on the relationship between a person and their land in the class “Buying and Selling Real Estate – 11 Energy Hacks Revealed.” But the nitty-gritty of the mystical aspects of this relationship are not really explored in depth there, as that class is mostly concerned with the buying and selling of property.

In this essay, I’m going to explore the deeper—and secret—mystical dynamics inherent in owning land, which explain why monarchs, billionaire individuals, certain companies, and religions are obsessed with land ownership. I can tell you right now that it’s not just about the real estate’s monetary value.

When a person owns land, they become more able to do things. That’s basically what it comes down to: they become more powerful. But it’s not as cut and dry as simply buying land. The person needs to connect to it and spend time on it for the relationship of power between the person and the land to be activated. I’ll define what I mean by “power,” and what I mean by “land,” then continue with the history and the shroud of secrecy surrounding this topic.

Power: For this essay, the definition of “power” is the ability to do. In the light/dark paradigm in which we live—and which is currently splitting—the dominant interpretation of power has meant “power over others.” That’s translated into military prowess, conquering of land, and ruling over others. In the “light” paradigm, which we are co-creating, power is literally the ability to do—and what we do is life-affirming, interesting, exploratory, and broadens our minds, awareness, and capacity to act.

Land: The solid, earth part of the planet, and in this essay, it refers to defined boundaries that a person can claim to own within our societal constructs. Land ownership is convoluted in red tape and laws. However, we can use these systems to claim a parcel (no matter the size) and become responsible for it above all others. The exploration of what it means to “own land” would be an essay of its own so for now, I’d simply like to dispel two important myths around land ownership:

1. If you have a mortgage on the land, the land does not belong to the lender. You placed your land as collateral for the loan.

2. If you rent a property, that land is not yours. You can use it, but the power belongs to the owner.

First of all, I’ll share a bit of history around this topic and how it came into my awareness.

As a young child, I was brought up by a couple who came from opposite ends of the social spectrum. My mother was part gypsy, part Mapuche, and part working class. My father, on the other hand, was a direct descendant of the ruling class of Spain. His family were landowners and held positions of authority.

My father’s family held large areas of land in Chile. Both his mother and father had property in their names. His mother’s family held large farms, while his father held city property, mines, and a ranch. The management and ownership of land were often discussed at my father’s family dinners. There were belief systems around land ownership that were regularly shared with us, the children. One was that land without workers was useless. This belief came directly from the idea that land must be exploited in some way. Whether by mining minerals, or growing food or animals, land had to give the owner wealth.

There was, however, another line of energy that would sometimes be alluded to—the idea that landowners had the power to create what they wanted. When I inquired about this, I received no explanation. I remember another young family member speculating that it had to do with the fact that landowners had money, and money gave them the ability to get what they wanted.

A story was told about my great-grandfather, however, that opened a different line of inquiry—one that eventually flowed into my awareness through my mother’s Mapuche lineage too, which one of her sisters fully immersed herself in.

This is the information: When a person owns land, they can create a link into physical reality that amplifies their personal frequency. That frequency becomes filled with the power to do. In Mapuche culture, this is explored through something called Rewe (sometimes pronounced “Ewe”). There is no official spelling for the word, as the Mapuche don’t use written language.

Rewe is essentially the power of the Machi. The Machi is the wisdom keeper and spiritual leader of the Mapuche tribes. It’s said that once a Machi establishes a Rewe (home/place of power/connection with Earth), they cannot leave. Not only does the Rewe empower them to do their magical work. This connection between the Machi and his or her land is so powerful that they believe that if they leave their Rewe for more than six months, the Machi will die.

When I was in my 30s, my then-husband and I traveled to southern Chile to visit land we were considering buying. It belonged to a couple: the man was Chilean, and the woman was Mapuche. The land was in her name, and, following her traditional ways, she needed us to meet the Machi of her tribe and receive her blessing before she would sell it to us. Naturally, we also wanted to see the land to determine if it was what we were looking for.

Long story short: I spent a few hours with the Machi, who demonstrated that the Rewe was not theoretical or mythical. She activated that power while I was on her land, and everything changed. It was an extraordinary experience, which I’ve spoken about in some of my classes.

What she did was create literal sparks of light that rose from the soil, plants, trees, and rocks on her land. I gasped and smiled. She smiled back and nodded. At that moment, my then-husband screamed and ran away. He was not a good person. And, according to the Machi, he was not a person at all. She said he was not human.

The Mapuche are still fighting for the right to live on their ancestral lands. And the dynamic between the power a Machi can harness—opposed to the vast corporations and government forces taking that land away—was a puzzle for me.

It remains puzzling until one realizes that the entities taking Mapuche land are empowered by much more land than the Mapuche possess. More land than we can imagine. It’s also no secret that when a colonizing force enters a land, one of their first targets are the wisdom keepers of the tribe. By severing the passage of wisdom—and in the case of Machi, not only killing or exiling them from their land but also indoctrinating them with Catholicism or other Western religions—they lose their connection to the land and, by extension, the power of creation.

It was interesting to me, when I lived in England, that the Queen had to visit her colonies once a year or so. In other words, she had to physically travel to the lands in her name.

Her son, the current King, does the same.

Owning land, by itself, does not connect a person or organization to the power held by that land. They must physically connect with the land regularly. If they don’t, their connection to its power dissipates.

So how does the connection empower a person? What are the mechanics behind it?

Interestingly enough, living on the land that a person owns doesn’t automatically make someone more powerful. A person can block the power this connection brings—or be open to it. Some of the factors involved in this connection are obvious; others are more subtle.

For example, the belief that “the land belongs to the mortgage lender” will sever the connection between the person and the land. Another example is fear. A person might be afraid of losing the land and therefore never fully connect with it. They might fear being trapped on it. Or they might fear the power that connection could bring.

Fear is the greatest tool of disempowerment the dark side of the light/dark paradigm has over the population. Fear is insidious. It renders people impotent toward their so-called “fate.”

Sometimes fear is hard to recognize and gets mislabeled as “stress.”

And sometimes the person simply does not connect with the land, period.

Another belief being pushed by the dark side is that people are better off not owning land. That land ownership is useless, a drain on resources, and a trap. That it goes against the Zen state of existence.

People—especially the young—are being encouraged to rent or lease rather than own. The result? They become increasingly alienated from the Earth and will never be able to establish a center of power where they can influence the physical reality of our species.

Years ago, a major PR campaign announced that Elon Musk was selling all his homes and planned to “own no house.” Whether he sold other properties apart from houses, I don’t know—but it’s highly unlikely. Later, he began buying large mansions for his children and their mothers. Those purchases weren’t widely publicized. Most people still believe he lives on someone else’ couch.

Once a person buys land and connects with it, they might be able to see the effects of land ownership on their manifestation ability right away. Others see the connection in those around them. And some people don’t see it at all.

Take the Makah Reservation, for example. Many could argue that the Makah have lived on that land for thousands of years and should therefore be extremely powerful, able to manifest anything at any time. 

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A person might interpret this to mean that the connection between people and land does nothing to empower the people on the land.

However, if we do a bit of research, we find out that not so long ago the link between the Makah people and their land was severed. The land was sold—or given—to a private company called “the Federal Government” for very little in exchange. Now, the Makah lease their land from that company. 

By placing a private company as the owner of the land and reducing the Makah to leaseholders, the power that once came from the land has been severed. Although the Makah people have lived there for millennia, the land’s power is gone from them. The tribe is now disempowered.

The Makah ceded title to 300,000 acres of tribal land to the U.S. In 1859. Prior to that time, the Makah were one of the most powerful tribes in the area, holding a land position much like Gibraltar, at the head of the point of land where massive amounts of trade happened. They were known as expert whalers with barrels and barrels of oil, and a bounty of salmon and halibut. The true riches for the era.

But if you visit the reservation now you will see that the Makah are not as empowered a people as they once were. They do not control, instead they ‘co-manage’ with final authority resting with the conqueror, whom they celebrate each year with a raising of the flag of the conquering nation during Makah Days.

Some individual members have become powerfully capable and have used a good portion of their riches acquiring the land once lost in the ceding of the territory.  Owning this land, rather than leasing or beneficiary of a trust, building individual power. In some ways, supercharged by the past generational title to the land that's now reclaimed.  This applies to Larry and I as the lands we hold are also within the territory of our tribe. 

Larry and I own land. We co-own nearly 50 acres of beachside land with other WalkWithMeNow.com members. That land is extraordinary. If the group links to it consciously, it could become a powerful manifesting force. As far as I know, this hasn’t been explored by the group.

Larry and I also own 80 acres of arid desert land in Colorado which once belonged to the Parianuche which is one of the bands that comprised the Southern Ute Tribe. The Ute people, particularly the Parianuche (elk people) and Tabeguache (people of Sun Mountain), had a long presence in the Delta County area where our land is, migrating seasonally for hunting and gathering. The Parianuche, along with other Ute bands like the Yamparika, Tabeguache, Muhgruhtahveeach, Kapota, Muache, and Weminuche, were involved in conflict with the United States during the Ute Wars, and consequently also ceded a vast amount of territory to the US.  This land is generationally interesting for us potentially related to episode 1 of our podcast, Driving to the Rez’, where Larry describes a past life remembering of three flying turtles passing in front of him and his hunting party at the edge of the Black Canyon, which is near our land.

We also own 12 acres of lush forest in Washington State, land once held as Makah territory.

When we got together, we owned nothing. In fact, Larry was convinced that owning land was impossible—how could someone own a piece of Gaia?

Even so, with just a partial connection to our land, our manifestation ability has increased.

For example: I said I wanted our access road to be cleared. Every year, the forest farm that owns it lets blackberry vines and tree branches overgrow onto the road, scratching cars and making visits difficult. Months ago, I said the first step to manifesting a nice car—like a Jaguar—was to have a driveway that wouldn’t scratch it. I was prepared to employ some workers to cut the growth back and clear the road. But Larry kept saying he would do it. Two years later, it has been getting worse and worse.

There’s also a sinkhole problem on the road. Last year, a representative from the forest farm said they were planning to thin their trees. We chatted, and I gave him my number so he could notify me when workers were coming so that I could put our guard dogs away. I also asked about the sinkhole. He said he’d inquire. Days later, he texted that they’d added the fixing of the sinkhole to their summer 2025 schedule.

Earlier this spring, the sinkhole worsened. I texted again and asked if they could move up the timeline. He said he’d ask.

This week, he texted that they were marking the road for maintenance—not to fix the sinkhole, but to mow the blackberry bushes and cut back the overgrowth. I hadn’t even asked for that work; I’d simply mentioned it to myself as a prerequisite to manifesting a nice car. A few days earlier, we’d acquired a larger truck to reach our Colorado land—and I’d cringed as it was scratched by the branches. I remember driving up the access road and wondering how come we had purchased a nice truck but my prerequisite that the branches and blackberry bushes before we got something nice had not been met.

And, looking at it now, I can see that the prerequisite was met, just in the wrong order. And maybe a new truck is a prerequisite to a nice car. This story is not yet finished, I don’t think.

Let me explain why this is relevant.

These manifestations are related to the environment. To the physical world around us.

Another example I often share in my classes happened years ago in Rancagua, Chile. At the time, I lived with my three young kids and first husband on city property owned by my aunt. I personally didn’t own that house but I did own Rancho Blanco, our family ranch ten minutes away by the Cachapoal River. I spent a lot of time on that ranch, tending to the fruit grove and vines. Although the land didn’t want me there (a story for another time), it belonged to me.

Two manifestations came from the power of the connection between me and the ranch —one in the city, one at the ranch itself.

In the city: I wanted my kids and I to join a Taekwondo dojo. I found one I liked, but it was across town. Getting there was going to be hard. I sighed and thought, “if the dojo was next door, I’d totally join it.”

A week later, a black belt from that dojo knocked on my door. They had moved—to a building one block away.

I joined immediately. My kids and I trained with that sensei for the rest of our time in Chile. A month after we moved to Europe, an apprentice emailed to say the neighbors had complained, and the dojo moved again—to the other side of the city.

Coincidence? Not even the apprentice thought so.

On the ranch: I couldn’t find my irrigation rights in the documentation I inherited after buying the ranch from my father and siblings. So I visited the water authority. They were rude from the moment they heard my name and told me I had no water rights, and that I must never touch the water that went through my land.

But I knew of a verbal agreement my great-grandfather had made. As a former water sheriff, he’d been granted permanent water rights to that land—though not on paper.

The official laughed. “You have no proof therefore that agreement is null and void.”

But I did have proof: the irrigation system itself. It could only have been installed if my family had water rights.

I left that office upset. It felt like the guy in charge had sold my rights to someone else. Later, I did some legal research and learned that irrigation authorities must lease the strip of land their canals use when crossing private land.

The next day, I went to a construction company I’d worked with before. I knew one of the owners' brothers worked at the water authority. I booked two large diggers and told them I needed them at my ranch immediately—to remove an illegal, trespassing canal. I showed them where on the map it was and offered to pay whatever it cost.

The next morning, I went to the ranch alone. I didn’t expect the contractors to arrive.

An old man walked up to me and sat down. He was a billionaire landowner and neighbor.

“Morning,” he said.

“Morning, neighbor. What brings you to my land?”

He smiled. “You are your great-grandpa’s child for sure.”

“What do you mean?” 

“No one can bully you. And you’re a landowner, through and through.” 

“Was there ever a doubt?” 

“I didn’t have any doubts, but you’re a tiny thing. I told them not to mess with you, but they didn’t listen.”

“Oh, so you’re here to represent those thieves from the water authority?”

“My young friend, I’m not their representative. But they did ask me to speak with you.”

“Too scared to come themselves?”

“I suppose so. Just to let you know, your contractors aren’t coming. The guy you booked them with has a brother at the water authority.”

I smiled. “There are other contractors who don’t have brothers there.”

He laughed so hard, he cried.“You knew?” he asked.

“Maybe.”

“You knew they wouldn’t come today?”

“I figured someone from the water authority would. I didn’t expect you.”

He nodded. 

“So, do I need to find an incorruptible contractor—or are you here to tell me my irrigation times?” I asked him.

“Tuesdays between ten and twelve in the morning,” he said. 

“Good man,” I answered.

Then he relaxed and told me stories about my great-grandfather, known as “El Quixote.” He told me about a brother and sister who wanted to meet “El Quixote’s daughter.” But that’s also a story for another day.

The ranch had been given to my great-grandfather. He gave it to his son. His son gave it to my father. My siblings and I inherited half. My father sold me his half. My siblings signed over theirs. I became the sole owner.

With that ownership came power.

Eventually, I decided to sell the ranch and I returned the money to my family. We reinvested in property in Spain, which also brought us power. We later sold that property and used the money for different things.

That power is gone.

Just because land makes you more able to do things doesn’t mean you’ll do wise things. Or positive things. Many organizations and people in the power-over-others paradigm don’t use that power positively. My father didn’t use the ranch’s power consciously—he thought those ideas were the crazy ramblings of his late father.

I’ve spent many hours repeating this: owning land makes you powerful. And this: fear of power is one of the main stumbling blocks of lightworkers.

Why do I repeat it? Because we’re at the cusp of a split in reality. One that separates those who want to remain in the light/dark reality from those who choose only light.

As you step into the light, you need to manifest powerfully and quickly. The stories I shared above are grounded in the day-to-day grind of Earth. They are not fantastical, weird, or savior-based stories. They illustrate how this works.

The mystical secrets of land ownership are already used by those empowering the dark. And they’re kept secret for a reason. The reason is that they are guarding the information that can empower people so that those people don’t become powerful. Simple.

I don’t have to share this information with you.

I choose to.

Can low-frequency beings use it too? Yes. They already are. Will this essay help them? Maybe. But the chances of them reading to the end are slim.

There’s a larger orchestration at play when it comes to receiving information.

We can call it synchronicity—a term popularized by Carl Jung, based on ancient I-Ching wisdom.

Nothing happens by chance.

The fact that all the land that Larry and I now own was once the land of native people to whom we have blood connections with, or previous life connections with, is interesting. Something, again, to explore in a different essay.

So, if you don’t already own land, go out there and figure out how to get some. Then, sit on it and connect with it. 

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Mystical Mechanizations of the Vatican driving the world.

I hope you are enjoying these longer format writings. In this month’s essay, I want to explore and reveal certain, not so occult, truths about the mystical workings of the Vatican.

I will give a brief summary of the scope, it is after all an essay and not a book, and then open the hood to the engine that runs the power-over-others’ bus we are on.

First, the scope. My intent is to open the possibilities of awareness surrounding the society and plane of existence we live on as human beings. It is difficult for me to explore these topics from the viewpoint of not knowing what is really important for a regular person off the street. In other words, what is important for a person who has not looked at this topic before. And then there is the viewpoint of you, my reader. The person who is not only interested in this subject, but is willing to explore it in detail and has perhaps already explored it extensively.

On first observation, we can see the power over others’ society working on layers of chosen and distinct experience. These layers are mostly invisible to each other. For example, a person living on the island of Kaua’i and working in a local restaurant has little or no awareness of the daily routine of the Pope, the bishop of Rome. This person in Kauaʻi would not, for example, be aware that there is a certain percentage of gold thread making up the pope’s ceremonial robes, or that the people around him wear color-coded garments that denote their positions of power, their catholic sect affiliations and organizational position within the Holy See, or that the Holy See is the governing branch of the Vatican.

It is also unlikely that this person in Kauaʻi would be aware of the fact that Rome never fell, it just put on a religious robe.

Unless this person in Kauaʻi is a Catholic, they might not even know that the bishop of Rome, i.e. The Pope, takes a different name when he becomes the Pope.

They may not even know that the Vatican is powerful or that it is an independent sovereign country. Most people think of the Vatican and Rome as the same thing. Or that the Vatican is a church building found inside the city of Rome. Or that, although it is the smallest country in the world, the Vatican is the most powerful country in existence, dictating who rules most of the other countries in the world.

A hint to this power is, for example, how most major governmental or law offices require a Catholic bible to be present on the premises, and their officers will often say the words “so help me God,” when taking office. Some will go to the extent of having the person taking office or making a statement, put their hand on a Catholic bible.

The queens and kings of England are crowned by an archbishop of the Church of England. Many people think that the Church of England is Protestant. But it is in fact Catholic. And although they have declared themselves independent from the Vatican, under the hood they are still deeply connected to the ruling powers of the Church of Rome. We can see evidence of their link to the Vatican from the use of Canterbury Cathedral, for example, which even though declared to now belong to the Church of England, hosts Catholic Mass carried out by emissaries of the Bishop of Rome, on important and significant dates every year. These ceremonies strengthen the energy line between the two organizations.

This is also true for many other organizations and countries that have declared themselves independent from the Vatican. The symbology, Bible, buildings, or other signs from the Vatican are present in their offices. At a mystical level we can also see that many of their rituals and traditions stayed identical to those practiced by the Catholic Church. And some, like The Church of England, will still call themselves Catholic and also have representatives of the Pope of Rome, strengthening that link on an annual basis in their most important geographical structures.

These rituals are also strengthened at a physical level by the location and shape of the construction of churches, cathedrals, governmental and military buildings and how they are connected, linked and their energies harvested with artifacts.

From this perspective, “the catholic church” is irrelevant as an organization, name or identity. The location, the Vatican and Rome, are a different thing altogether from what they say they are.

From personal observation and investigation, I have found that religions that are allegedly not connected to Rome or the Vatican, and sometimes declare themselves enemies of the Catholic Church, are, at a physical level, connected to the Vatican.

By “physical level”, I mean that there are artifacts in their buildings and cities that send power and energy to the Vatican. During my investigations, I checked for these artifacts and found them outside major temples, mosques, synagogues, churches, and other places of worship, governmental buildings, palaces and military or financial centers. The artifacts outside these buildings are obelisks, statues that point in key directions, and octagons.

These physical structures are then strengthened by societal organizations. In other words, by groups of people that are placed and located in key areas within those geographical locations.

It is no secret that people are the biggest energy source for any organization.

During a trip to the rez, Larry and I listened to a podcast that talked about how the “The Vatican Apostolic Archives, often referred to as the Vatican vaults, contain over 85 kilometers (53 miles) of shelving. This vast collection includes documents dating back to the 8th century and is one of the world's most important research centers.”

It is unlikely that many people know the scale of this archive and what it means at a mystical level.

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The above information illustrates how and why the person in Kaua’i and the Pope live in two, very different planes of existence. One of these planes of existence is more influential at a world scale than the other. We can say that one actually has a major influence on the other.

It is unlikely, in this example, that what the restaurant worker in Kaua’i does on a day-to-day basis, affects the mechanizations of the power over others’ paradigm across the world. However, what the Pope, and the Vatican in general, does on a daily basis, most certainly has an effect on the person who is working in that restaurant. This is an effect that happens even if the person has never heard of the bishop of Rome, or the Vatican.

How is this possible? How can the daily life and decisions of one person affect the entire known world while the daily life and decisions of another don’t even manifest in their own lives sometimes?

One of the reasons is the fact that there are 53 miles of shelves filled with books, power objects and artifacts from around the world at the Vatican, with obelisks and other artifacts directing power toward those artifacts every second of every day.

To get some scale to this power, let’s mention that one thoughtfully created power object, book, or artifact can affect an entire city. Inside the Vatican Vaults, there are thousands of these objects and books.

And this scale is nothing compared to their other acquisitions. As I mentioned before, it is also no secret that people are the biggest energy source for any organization. One of the Vatican's major acquisitions throughout the world is people. Everyone who has been baptized as a Roman Catholic is “owned” by this organization unless that person takes back their sovereignty as an adult.

By “owning” people, an organization, or a person, can both use that person’s innate power as a creative force in the Universe, and dictate how that power is used.

There is a third aspect to all this, of course, that goes beyond places or objects of power and people. And this third aspect is that someone needs to know how to use all this power and artifacts.

At that level of the game, we won’t even call these people “catholic”. The Church of Rome, and the Vatican, at this level of the game are simply tools and have no other significance.

The individuals who know how to use these tools wear the Church of Rome, the Bishop of Rome, and the Vatican, as a person might wear clothes. They are nothing but temporary garments.

Remember that these mechanizations and structures are designed to persist through thousands of years. What they are called, what they signify and the names they carry are only relevant within the temporary culture that has significance at the time.

From this perspective, it is irrelevant whether a building is called a palace, a military base, a mosque, a Synagogue, a Mint, or a sacred grove. If it has an artifact outside of it that points to other artifacts that eventually point to the Vatican, then it is part of the mechanizations that harvest and use the power of the population of the known Earth.

It is no stretch of the imagination to figure out that these structures were originally flowing in the opposite direction. That the centers of power were pointing toward smaller and smaller locations, thus reaching and empowering the most remote of human habitation. If fits our pure humane energies that the powerful would empower the locations with the least power. As it stands, these power locations, the most developed of which is the Vatican, vamparises even the smallest of human settlements. The Vatican, in turn, feeds the organizations and people who they place in power, or who they agree with being in power.

Other technologies have evolved parallel to the ones that feed power to the Vatican. Television broadcasting towers have evolved into satellites. Cellphone towers are now a massive network around the world. Radio masts still exist and are used today. The electrical grid system is an integral part of modern life. All these networks have their own roles. Many are used to disable the person’s sovereignty and autonomy of thought and will. Not all these networks are linked back to the Vatican itself, but yes they are networked back to those people who wear the Vatican as a garment.

Next, let us explore what exactly it is that we, the population of the known world, are feeding.

If the people who wear the Church of Rome, the Bishop of Rome (i.e. The Pope), and the Vatican as garments are the engine, then we, the population of the known world, are fuel manufacturing facilities that power that engine.

We, as a people, created these mechanizations in order to host a “light-dark-paradigm”. We had to create them in order to host the “dark” part of that paradigm. We, the people of Earth, are not “dark” in nature. And of course I am not talking about skin color here. I am referring to the energy of thought, emotion and action. Energies and emotions such as “fear”, and “despair”, and actions such as enslavement, torture, killing and hurting others on purpose is what I mean by “dark” in the name “light-dark-paradigm”.

You see, we, the humans of Earth, don’t naturally do those things. We have to be placed in an unnatural configuration for us to be either the recipients or instigators of such dark energies of thought, emotions or actions.

Have you ever heard the saying, "one man's meat is another man's poison"? This is very much how the energies of darkness affect a human being. A human being needs to be shrunk in awareness, separated from their higher-self, and disabled in order to create a kind of poison. This poison then feeds the entities that need it to survive inside what to them is a toxic environment. Our “natural high-frequency” of joy, light love, humane nature and frequency, is poison to those beings. So, when we subscribe to the victim-aggressor paradigm, when we feel hopeless and victimized, or when we feel like a powerful aggressor, we are not just feeding them with our creative juices, but also making it easier for them to stick around in our world. We make it less toxic for them.

That is why so much of our modern technology is poisonous to us. That is why it disables us physically, egoically, emotionally, mentally and energetically. As we are poisoned, so do we create an easier environment for those beings, but also manufacture much more poison for them to ingest and stay healthy and strong with.

From this perspective, it doesn’t matter how far from the networks, organizations or the Vatican itself you are. If you indulge in your lower frequencies, it is a guarantee that there is a disgusting, infested, aroused creature feeding off of you, sucking up those emotions and hormones like a leech.

Something larger is feeding off of that leech, and something larger off of that one. And the ones at the top don’t want that flow of energy to stop.

Okay, let’s move out of the victim-aggressor cycle now.

For two thousand, one hundred and ninety-six words, I have explained the mystical mechanizations of the Vatican throughout the world. Now, I will spend some more words explaining why it is important for you to understand how this works without falling into the victim-aggressor cycle as you read those words. We can tell when we fall into that cycle, for example, when we get righteous or angry at what is being “done to the people without their knowledge”.

Yes, we decided to have a light-dark-paradigm. Yes, we decided we wanted to experience what darkness felt like, was like, and we wanted to get close to those beings who exist in that energy of experience.

We, as sovereign beings, decided to limit our awareness, perception and capacities, in order to be able to integrate limiting programs and beliefs into our reality and personas.

For example, limiting our awareness means not being aware of the larger aspect of reality. To believe, for example, that the world is a marble traveling through the universe at millions of miles per hour and that the friction that would create does not exist. And that space is a type of vacuum that uniquely does not suck the atmosphere off of our world. The heat you feel defending the scientific observable fact contrary to the statement I just made is linked to the instruments we are speaking of.

Another example of limited perception is how we choose not to see non-physical negative entities that are in the world, or that apparently independent organizations in-fights with each other are actually all linked to one location and one organizational entity. They are just actors in a play controlled by the same director. It can also mean we don’t allow ourselves to see beyond a very limited spectrum of light, or hear past a limited spectrum of sound, or smell beyond a very limited spectrum of smell. Or… we don’t see, smell, or hear the bad intent and behavior in other people, we must experience the effect of it first, which is the purpose of our limited perception.

Another example of the limited programs and beliefs we would not be able to integrate, had we not purposely limited ourselves, is that there is a God that created us and gives us the experiences we are having on Earth. This is a good way to allow others, who we perceive as representatives of God (or government, or the company, or the city, or the family, or the neighborhood), to dictate what our experience is. Because, having others dictate what our negative experiences are, is more effective than us doing it. We are not, after all, experts at it. Therefore, giving others the reigns of our experience and life, facilitates having those, unnatural to us, experiences.

We could say that another limited program is to think that all those mechanizations of the people who are wearing the Vatican as their garment are being done against the will of the people who are being affected by it. Or that our higher-self knows better than the higher-self of the people who agree to those mechanizations, and they should be saved from that experience.

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We might also be mad at how those mechanizations are affecting our own lives without our consent. Well, this is when you can remove your consent from that agreement at a conscious level. Removing it from the unconscious level also will require illuminating these consents and the best way is to simply raise your frequency.

Once you remove your consent, you can remove yourself, and your soul, from the Vatican list of “citizens” (baptized individuals), you can detect the poisons and toxins and start healing yourself and working on creating a less toxic environment for yourself, and you can stop indulging in low frequency feelings, thoughts and energies. You can strengthen all your subtle bodies as well as your physical body, and you can find good allies and co-creators of an alternative reality of experience.

The mechanizations of power over others’ structures and artifacts, beliefs and limitations took thousands of years to create. It only takes one realization to disassemble them inside yourself. And that realization is that you willingly participated in it, and now are unwilling to continue participating in it.

Welcome, brother. Welcome, sister. It has been a while now since I last saw you.

During November 2024, I talked about how the veil between our realities, the light/dark and the light realities, is thickening.

In this essay I want to talk about “the fog”, a very important aspect of how the “veil” is constructed.

Within this conversation we will also cover what the true nature of planets is.

We have three things, the fog, the veil and the nature of planets. I will also explore the link between them.

Let’s start with the Fog.

Have you ever heard the term brain fog?

People use this term in a myriad of ways. It is often used when a person experiences a lack of mental clarity, focus, and sharpness. Sometimes it is used to describe muddled thinking or difficulty concentrating. It is also used to describe the impairment in cognitive functions, such as memory and problem-solving skills, feelings of confusion and bewilderment, often resulting in diminished productivity.

In the past, I have heard it described as senior moments. This particular description normalizes it to be part and parcel of getting old. It teaches us that it is normal for us to lose cognitive functions, memories and clarity of thought as we get older. Which is not true.

If we scratch this last belief system just a little bit, we can find that until very recently, the elders of the tribe would be the ones to go for advice, clarity of thought, information and wisdom. If forgetfulness and lack of mental clarity was a natural consequence of old age, the concept of wisdom keepers and elders would not have evolved anywhere in the world.

Since 2020, I have heard an increasing number of individuals mentioning that they are experiencing brain fog, confusion or difficulty remembering things. And not just people in their mid or late years, but young adults and people in their 30s and 40s.

Now, let’s go back to the teaching that tells us “nothing can happen without our agreement.”

Within this teaching, we know that any limitations we experience, whether financial, health, relationship, spiritual, or, in this case, mental, it is because at some level of awareness and sovereignty we have chosen that limitation for ourselves.

We can then ask ourselves, “how is this limitation serving me? What does it allow me to do? What does it stop me from doing? How does it serve other people or beings in my life?”

These questions that we ask ourselves around our limitations can bring a ton of clarity around our circumstances.

So, why are so many individuals experiencing brain fog, and what will happen if they lift it?

As you probably know by now, I see things differently to other people. With this in mind, I will share what I have seen about people carrying a fog around themselves, and also what I have seen since 2020, and what I see as the reason why it is time for everyone who has chosen the light-paradigm (instead of the light-dark one), to start lifting the fog that is around them.

Let me tell you a story. I have told this story in the past, many times, but it feels that this time it will make more sense to those who read it. I don’t remember the words, exactly as they were said, especially as they were said in Spanish, but I am conveying what was said and the feelings around it.

I was roughly 5 years old and was playing in the backyard of our small suburban family home with my brother Alex, who was 9 or 10 at the time, and cousins (I am changing their names) Rose and Marigold who were closer to my age, either 4 or 5 years old.

We were talking about the world, the Universe and everything. At some point, two aunties started arguing inside the house. And another adult started crying.

We stopped our conversation and watched the adults in the house for a while. The argument and the crying went on for some time, then one of them ran off and slammed a door somewhere in the house.

The two adults left behind, one who had been arguing and the one crying, sat on the sofa together talking too softly for us to know what was being said.

“Why do you think they are arguing about something so stupid?” One of my cousins asked.

“Because they are adults,” my brother answered.

“Yes, I’ve noticed that adults are very stupid and don’t remember anything about reality,” my other cousin added.

“Like a thick fog went around them and they can’t see straight anymore,” one of them said.

We sat in silence for a bit.

“Let’s promise that we will never become stupid like them when we grow up,” I suggested.

The suggestion was embraced wholeheartedly by my brother and two cousins. So much so, that we made little cuts on our hands and made a blood oath that we would never become stupid like every other adult on the planet.

Time went past and years came and went. When I was 10 years old, I noticed that my brother, now 14 or 15, had indeed become stupid, had forgotten what reality was about and was pursuing traumas and strange importances like they mattered, or were real.

We were in exile in Argentina at the time, and my cousins happened to be with us that week. I mentioned the situation to my cousins, wondering if we could, together, bring my brother back from the other side of the fog.

We sat with him and reminded him of his promise.

“I am not stupid, and I am not like the rest of the adults around here. I have not forgotten anything.” He defended himself.

But he had.

We tried to prove our point, but my brother has one of those personalities that dictates he can never be wrong. A personality that tells him he has to win every single argument, side and piece of “truth” he has adopted as real.

My cousins and I soon realized that there was no coming back from the fog for my brother. He was well entrenched in it and did not even know what we were talking about. He remembered our promise, and the blood oath, but not the expanded awareness he was in when he made them. He thought he did. He thought he had full recall and clear memories of how he used to be, and how we were when that oath was made.

He could not be more different if he tried.

My cousins and I promised to each other that even though we had lost one of us, we would make sure it would not happen to us.

Life pulled us apart.

I went to live in Europe and my cousins went back to live in Chile.

When I was 27 years old, I went back to Chile to visit my family there. One of the cousins I visited with was Marigold. She was married and had become a Yahova’s Witness. I asked her if she remembered the oath we had made. She did not.

Her mind and importances were so tiny it shocked me.

But something stirred because I heard that after I went back to Europe, she had left the church, left her husband and dressed according to her age rather than looking like an old lady. It was definitely a change, but I never got a chance to ask her if she had dropped the “stupidity” and was now whole again. Maybe she did.

My other cousin, Rose, had emigrated to Germany. Some years later, while I lived in Madrid, she visited with me.

She seemed sharp, and I could tell there was more life behind her eyes than there had been behind Marigold a few years earlier in Chile.

I asked her about the oath.

“Yes, I remember our stupid little oath,” she said. “You don’t still believe that bs, do you? We are adults now. We are able to understand life for what it really is.”

I shook my head, disappointed.

How could all three of them forget what they were like, what they knew, and what they could do as tiny kids?

The answer, of course, is very simple.

Without a fog that covers what reality is truly like, there can be no importances that are compatible with human society, drama, work, careers, ambition, or self-importances.

That fog not only covers and removes memories of previous lifetimes, the time spent in-between lives, entities such as Death, Gaia, Angels and Demons, the Spirits of those who have passed away, but also covers anything that is not programmed in to live within a human society here on Earth.

It reminds me of the giant elephants that are held by a tiny thin rope to one ankle. Elephant keepers in India and Africa, and I suppose other places elephants have been imported to, will tie a baby elephant to a stake on the ground by a rope tied to one of their ankles. The baby elephant will spend days fighting and struggling to get away from the rope. Eventually, it learns that it cannot get away and stops trying to escape it.

The adult elephant does not realize that they are now way stronger than the stake and rope, that one little tug and the whole thing will break. Instead, they think that they are trapped.

It’s a bit like that. The fog is, of course, the stake and rope.

But unlike the elephants who were trapped like that by humans, humans seem to do it to themselves.

All of my teachings are literally created to lift the fog you have placed around yourself.

The brain-fog people have been increasingly aware of since 2020, is one of these beasts. It isn’t that it is a new experience. It is not something that has just begun to happen. The only difference is that since 2020, they realize, see, and remember it is happening.

It is the “awareness” that this fog exists that has changed since 2020, not the fog itself.

Now that we have established what the fog is, and that people are becoming aware of it, let’s move onto the “veil” between the light and the light/dark.

The “veil” is a different beast, but does have a link and resembles the “fog”.

The best way to describe the “veil” would be to say it is an extremely thick “collective fog” that separates realities.

Just like I teach at length in The Rules of Engagement class, we can explain reality as an agreed upon collective experience.

When large groups of people decide to separate their agreed reality, then a thick veil starts forming between the different groups. This veil stops the different realities from contaminating each other so that each group can have their chosen reality without it being influenced by the other ones.

Often, as this happens, a person will generate a fog in their memories and mind that facilitates the disappearance of the other reality.

When a person wants to have a reality that for them is solid and permanent, they never become aware that they are having brain-fog.

Other people might see it and tell them they are having brain-fog, but they themselves are sure they remember everything correctly. Like my brother did when he was 14 or 15. He was sure he remembered things accurately, he was sure he remembered everything. But he did not.

It is a little bit like timeline jumping, where one person remembers something one way and another person remembers it a different way. But it is different in that both are happening in the same timeline. It is just that one of them forgot it happened, or can’t think straight when they try to remember it. It is also often related to feelings, situations between people and personal subjective experiences. Timeline changes are very physical in nature. A carpet that was blue is now red, for example.

As the veil thickens, the fog can mask the changes that come about due to the differences that come about as two realities separate.

When Larry and I were traveling back to Washington from Colorado, we stopped at a popular nationwide store. As I walked in, I was amazed at the amount of newborn babies, toddlers and young kids in the store. I mentioned to Larry that at our branch in Washington, there rarely are any kids there. We only see a few families at the store’s fast food restaurant. Most of the time, we don’t see any kids at all, let alone newborns.

The next time we went to our local store there were dozens of families with young kids.

Real or created? Was the memory of the store not having kids correct? Or was it a foggy memory? Or did the Human Collective correct the error of human population illusion by adding tons of families to the store when we went there next?

I can’t really say what happened, but it does illustrate how reality is very flexible and will often reflect what might be in our minds, rather than be some random thing that happens “out there”.

As an individual moves from one reality to another, their recall of the previous reality diminishes and their awareness of the new reality increases.

Have you heard of the “law of attraction”? This is a perfect example of how this fog and veil can be illustrated.

We have a reality, for example, but we want a different one. We therefore create an intentional fog around our reality and in our minds and feelings we create the reality we want to have. After that, and more often than not, our reality changes from the previous one to the new one. It is like magic.

That is what the link between the fog and the veil looks like.

Now, let’s talk about planets.

In my latest novel “Planet of Entry”, I explore the nature of planets more than I have in any other work. I hint at the nature of planets, and stars, throughout my work but in this novel I go a bit further and introduce the concept of space travel being simply a move between realities.

Imagine if we had the technology to move from one reality to another. Imagine if those different realities were so distinct from each other that one had a blue sky while another had a purple sky. Imagine that in one of those realities people looked like lizards and in another they looked like us.

Because of the way we create a fog to only show us what we want to see and what fits into what we have chosen to be our reality, a ship, then would need to be able to keep that fog at bay and keep us fully aware as we step from one co-created reality (aka planet), to another.

Some years ago, on our Driving To The Rez podcast, we discussed the visitations by several of our community members to what they described as a spaceship full of aliens.

When I went with them, I noticed that what people had seen had been very distinct to what I saw, and what each of them remembered seeing.

The “spaceship” to me could definitely be described as a spaceship, but it was more like a different location outside of the veil that surrounds our reality (or planet).

Larry said it well when I asked him why he thought he was visiting with those aliens. “It is a time we can step out of the fog, and see and remember things properly,” he said.

He did a regression therapy session with our Driving To The Rez panelist, Fred. During the regression, he was able to remember the clarity of mind and memory he had during his visits with the aliens. He also remembers the influx of energy and enthusiasm he would then carry back into his life “within the fog”, that allowed him to continue with his mission here.

In my novel, Team Whisper, I introduced the concept of a larger Earth. An Earth that has thousands more continents than what we know about. Continent, after all, comes from the word “containment.”

Imagine, if you will, a world where those people who chose the light/dark experience were contained within small land masses. Imagine, then, that the other thousands of land masses were hidden from them behind a thick veil.

The people on the other side of the veil would be able to see and perceive the ones who are contained. But not the other way around.

That gives a hint of the true nature of our world, our planet and reality itself.

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Some weeks ago, during one of our conversations, Larry said the words “blinded by the dark”.

All my senses went, “ding, ding, ding!” 

There is no better way to describe what happens to lightworkers during life on our World than saying that they have been “blinded by the dark”. Lightworkers literally get blinded by the dark. It is such a strong statement, and the results of it are so influential not just to the life of the lightworker but to the whole world that this is definitely something worth expanding on.

What you are reading now, is a Woo For Thought Essay. These were designed for those of us who like to get a nice big chunk of reading done, with time, a cup of tea or coffee, chocolate or cookies, or a nice yummy and healthy smoothie and some fresh fruit. And I will explain why I decided to explore this topic here, as an essay and not a short article, later on.

Before we begin our exploration of this topic, let’s define some terms. 

Lightworker:

The first term I want to define is lightworker. A lightworker is a person who was born or reborn into a human existence on what we know of as “Earth”, during this time (1920-present), and embodies high-frequency energy and generates high-frequency experiences for themselves and others. The difference between a lightworker and a lightbeing, is that the lightworker is here to actively bring light into our experience of Earth, and remove darkness from it. The lightbeing is here to experience what life has to offer, not necessarily here to change what that can be. In other words,  the lightbeing can be a person whose frequency is high, they are a good person, but they can fully engage and feed drama, war, and the victim/aggressor/savior/martyr cycle. The lightbeing believes those dark things are “normal” while the lightworker knows they are not normal or natural and is here to remove them from our reality. Most lightworkers are lightbeings, but there are other shades of being who are also lightworkers.

A lightworker is actively, and consciously, stepping out of negative cycles of experience. He or she is consciously and actively finding ways to embody only light, disengaging from drama, power over others games, and finding allies to step out of the darkness and into the light.

Darkness:

Now, let’s define “dark”. Dark, or darkness, in this article, is the act of engaging in low-frequency thoughts, actions and creations. Low-Frequency meaning actions that are done to disempower others, hurt them, oppress them, kill them, torture them, enslave them, and otherwise destroy them and their spirit. Or, the person doing all these things to themselves or becoming the victim of those things. It takes two to tango, after all.

Darkness creates a reality of fear, despair, suffering, hopelessness, stress, worry, envy, greed, corruption, perversion, abuse, war, conflict, stupidity, loneliness, and self-absorption, to say the least.

Blindness:

The inability to see, perceive, or be aware of something which is there.

Now that we have our words defined, let’s look at how this happens to lightworkers. In other words, let’s see how lightworkers are blinded by the dark and what consequences this brings to the lightworker’s life and our world.

In order to start this exploration, I am going to revisit the conversation Larry and I were having when he said those words. The words “blinded by the dark”. 

We were discussing how well-known individuals who have had decades of self work, meditation, OBS exploration, true and tested psychonauts, will sometimes completely subscribe to limiting and disabling programs such as, “poverty is the only path to God”, or  “suffering is good for you”, or “torture opens the third eye”, “everything happens for a (good) reason”. Stuff like that.  

“Why does this happen? And over and over again?” Larry asked. With several four letter words in the questions.

And he answered himself, “it’s like they are blinded by the dark.” He said. “But how?”

Whenever Larry asks a question, I clarify whether he really wants to know the answer, or whether he is just making a point.

At the time, he was making a point. But the question stayed with me. It stayed with me because the sentence he used, “blinded by the dark”, was so accurate and descriptive of what happens to lightworkers all over the world. Not just the well-known ones.

I decided to set off some time to look at the mechanics of how this happens. I decided I would write an essay about it. I scratched reality a little bit to see the answer and a whole universe opened up around it. 

That first scratch at how the dark blinds people revealed a deep willingness to be blinded.  Yes, they want to be blinded.  Almost like an addict willing to drink alcohol, smoke that cigarette, or take that drug, the willingness to be blinded comes with the promise of pleasure, entertainment and stimulation. But there was another angle to it. It’s not just pleasure seeking.

As well as all the pleasures of the flesh, mind and other bodies, there was an underlying requirement for these items to be included in the experiences the lightworker agreed to have so they could be born into the light-dark paradigm.

Let me repeat that bit in different words. 

In order for the lightworker to be born here, they “needed” to agree to play in the darkness that this reality hosts, or they would not be “able” to be born here. 

This was super interesting to me so I opened that bit of data up and looked more closely. This is what I saw.

I saw that for many thousands of years this was indeed true. When the light/dark paradigm was created to be experienced, people who were only prepared to experience pure light or pure darkness were not qualified to enter.  They break the agreed upon reality, and are therefore incompatible. 

However, this is no longer true. At least, no longer true since 2011. For over a decade now (it’s 2024 at the writing of this article) the world, the reality where we live, has decided that we are going back to the natural state of this Universe, which is “light”. Since 2011, we have been engaged in splitting incompatible realities, which can be observed as seeing both realities existing and visible to each other for a time.  Parallel and increasingly divergent. How we get back to the natural state of this universe is why the light/dark experience is persistent still. We, as a collective, decided on a slow and gentle transition filled with opportunities for folk to change their minds of whether to stay in the light/dark or move to light only. 

Suffering, pain, torture, abuse, enslavement, power over others, is not a natural state for our reality. These are things that are imported into our experiences from a different Universe. And the only reason that they are here is because we, the collectives of Earth, decided we wanted to experience them.

Those experiences, you see, the darkness, blinds us to the larger scope of who and what we are, limits us in perception and in understanding. It also limits us to have experiences in a very narrow range of what this Universe has to offer. But now lightworkers are done with those negative experiences and have decided to return to our natural experiences. Experiences that are free of fear, torture, enslavement, etc.. Experiences which are less limited in scope and frequency. 

One of the tricks of the dark to keep us blinded and enslaved is to make us believe that darkness is very useful for us. Here are some of the examples that are believed by many people which give value to darkness and makes it persist:

• Without darkness there cannot be light.

• Pain and suffering makes us better people.

• “I would not be the person I am today if it hadn’t been for all the pain I endured”.

• What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger.

• “Torture made me a more compassionate person.”

Those are but a few of the programs which are rampant among lightworkers that are ingrained into their lives to validate the keeping of negative experiences, and also the propagation of more negative experiences.

The truth is that darkness does not exist in the light. That pain and suffering disables and traumatizes people to disempowerment. That yes, without all that pain, the person would be different today, they would be more empowered, happy, able, stronger, capable, and freer. That being subjected to pain so bad it nearly kills the person, scars them. Scars are not as strong as healthy skin. And lightworkers came in compassionate, torture only traumatizes and disempowers them.  At best, torture enables a lightworker to engage in and feed dark games more fully. 

The sharing of trauma subdues a person and those who are listening to it. Releasing trauma with a trained high-frequency healer is different in that it is dissolved and not made stronger because the high-frequency healer does not allow it to stick to themselves and he or she does not give it value (allows it to be valuable and therefore persist). 

These dark experiences described above are nonsensical. They do not make sense in our natural state of existence. Which is why lightworkers work so hard to make them make sense. This is why it is so easy for a lightworker to believe the BS that is taught to validate the abuse and trauma that is the bread and butter of darkness. Because without those lies, it literally makes zero sense to a lightworker. 

To a darkworker, however, receiving or inflicting pain, suffering, torture, enslavement, abuse, etc., makes total sense. They live in a power over others' reality and their natural state is to have people they abuse below them, and to be abused by those above them. No explanation necessary.

Let’s go back to the lightworkers. We are not victims.

Being blinded by the dark does not mean we are powerless. It does not make us victims of circumstances or situations. Many are fooled into participating and also adding fuel to the fire of darkness, but once the lightworker figures it out, they are free from the shackles of unconscious enslavement and victimhood.

A reign of terror.

Terror and consent are necessary in order to establish darkness in our reality. By validating darkness, we are giving our consent to its existence. 

Let’s not do that.

Growing up, I was shown a book which was one of the manuals for controlling the masses. I don’t remember the name of the book, but it taught governments how to reign through terror. How to make the masses so terrified of consequences that they would allow atrocities to happen in their very streets and do nothing about it.

“Why is that necessary? Terrorizing the population in order to control them?” I asked my father.

“Because without terror the proletariat takes over and destroys the rulers. It is inevitable.”

“Why?”

“Because the workers realize that their labor is not benefiting them at all. That the whole construct of society is there to benefit others and the illusion of the structure is so thin that any little crack shows what is really happening. But if the people are terrified for their lives, they don’t bother to look. There are more important things to them, like not being tortured or killed.”

“So, keep the people terrified enough and they will self-police?” I was thinking how stories of torture and abuse where coming out of political prisons in Chile in the mid 70s. How people who had been driven disabled with trauma were released back into the population to tell their stories. It was in the book. Torture a small percentage of the population, kill some through torture, release the rest once they are fully traumatized and you don’t need to torture the entire population. The ones released will disable the rest into compliance through fear of being captured and tortured themselves.

“Yes, they will self-police.”

You might think this is an extreme example, and you are right. In the USA and Europe the torture and fear is spread in more subtle ways. For example, if you didn’t comply with getting jabbed, you would lose your job, home, family and were told you would be responsible for killing other people because you will spread disease. The fear and terror in that circumstance is just as real as being tortured in a concentration camp.  The widespread proliferation online and in the mainstream-media news of stories of people having been targeted, fired from work, tackled on the beach, jailed, bank accounts seized, businesses closed is done instead of releasing people who have been tortured among the general population. You only need a few examples of lives destroyed that are very visible in the media for the rest of the population to comply. Compliance is voluntary no matter how much it’s advertised as mandatory.

Now, let’s look at this from the perspective of the Split and Lightworkers. 

A lightworker who embodies pristine energy (unpolluted by fear or other low frequency energies and thoughts), can transform their lives and the lives of those around them in radically positive ways. 

A group of lightworkers embodying pristine energy and focused on a particular intent, can change the world. And guess what? It doesn’t have to be 100% of the time, 24/7. The pristine embodiment can be for 20 minutes a day. And for the rest of the day all we need to do is just to have a conscious awareness of reality so we don’t react and feed the dark paradigm and neutralize the good work we did for those 20 minutes.

Life is not that complex. We may think it is, but it is not. From what I have seen, a person is interested in physical survival, sex, food, mental stimulation, and other earthly pleasures and stimulations.

Once we remove the blindfold of darkness from our eyes, things become much clearer, they make more sense, and we are also then empowered to make conscious decisions about our thoughts, emotions, experiences and co-creations. 

You have innately known that torture and abuse are bad things that should not be done to people. You innately know that indulging in these things, or validating them, propagates darkness on Earth.  You innately know that being mean to a person doesn’t help them at all. That being kind is what helps. 

When people insist to me that their pain and torture growing up is what made them a good person, I ask them, “does that mean that you will now go around hitting babies and kittens so that they become good?”

You know the answer.

Stop being blinded by the dark. Lift your chin, remove the blindfold and open your eyes.

I created a very simple method to cleanse your energy. I call it “light boom, booms”. Here is a video that explains it and shows you how to do it. My call to action is to do at least 20 minutes of these light booms per day. When you get good at them, you can do them in your mind as you carry on with your day.

To deal with fear and stress, here are some links:

Fear Processing Exercise 

Stress Relief Exercise

Learning to be successful is important for all lightworkers around the world. I will first talk about how to succeed, because, to be honest, it’s what we have to do, and then I will talk about why it’s important for us to succeed right now and what is Success’s relationship with Enlightenment.

This is one of those articles where I like to pull several threads together so we can see the connection between different aspects of reality and their role in our lives today.

Let me begin by qualifying the word “lightworker” as it is used in this article: A person who is actively working to achieve their natural state of high-frequency embodiment and consciously and actively co-creating high-frequency life experiences on Earth.

And this is the meaning I am using for the word “success”:  favorable or desired outcome. From Latin succedere to go up, follow after. 

Success, in other words, is “what follows”.  And, of course, “what follows” in the context of this article, is to be “favorable”. 

Just the meaning of the word “success” will give you a lot of information about how to work with it and what to expect.

Today I was chatting with someone about succeeding at business. I saw a pattern. The pattern is one I have seen many times with my students around the world. And it goes something like this:

1.  Goal is to have wealth.

2.  First step, become a billionaire. 

3. Second step, become a trillionaire.

Another common example:

1. Goal is to be happily married with kids.

2. First step, be married.

3. Second step, have kids.

That’s it. 

You may think it’s great, or silly and there is no judgment around it. But how does one achieve those goals?

The very first thing I talk to people about is that goals of this magnitude are not really goals but distractions and sabotage. Why? Because sitting on your sofa and “deciding” to become a trillionaire is not “followed” by you becoming a trillionaire. There are lots of steps between the decision and the actualization of the goal. If a person thinks that they can use “the power of decision because they are a living God,” to achieve it, then they have not understood The Rules of Engagement for our reality today. 

Those types of massive goals are a way we disempower ourselves. A way to lose confidence in ourselves and “validate” the belief that we are “victims to the system”, or other such thing.

The key is to start with believable goals, believable stories, and achievable steps. For example, for the first goal above, I would say, the first step is to increase your income this month by $10.

If you, yourself, decide to start your path to trillionaire status with the $10 extra exercise, check to see if there are any resistances. Things like, “if I start with $10 it will take years to become a trillionaire.” Or, “I can do $10 with my hands tied behind my back.”

At the end of the month check and see what your results are. Did you make $10 extra? If so, then great! Next month, go for $100 extra.  If not, then scan the month to see what happened. Did you lose money on lottery tickets and other such things? This means you were trying to bypass the small steps needed for a solid outcome.  Lottery winnings are rarely a sustainable income source. What we want is sustainable, reliable, solid.

If you are going for the married with kids goal, for this month, make room in your life and closet for another person to live with you. And if you succeed, next month you can start investigating the dating scene.

Do you see what I am illustrating?

Where we are right now, is what we have manifested and co-created for our entire life. It is all the decisions, actions and co-creations we have participated in day in and day out. The totality of those actions is this present time life and experience.

A day is composed of 24 hours and those hours are composed of minutes. That is how we measure time these days. And in every one of those minutes for your entire life, you have made choices and actions. And those tiny choices and actions are what created your present life.

By making small goals and achieving them, we are basically reverse engineering what we do all the time. Except this time we are doing it consciously.

When I was 17, I decided to start my own business. It was in the early 1980s, and there was a massive recession going on in the UK, where I lived. I could not get a job and my mother and brother were unemployed also. So, I decided I would start a business and give them jobs too.

The first thing I did was to figure out what structures were out there that could help out on starting a business and what kind of business might succeed with the skills we already had. The only marketable skill I could find was that my mom could cook really wholesome and tasty food.

But I didn’t have any money to start a restaurant. And there was a recession, which meant that restaurants were going under by the dozen in the city we lived in.

After some investigation, I found out that the lowest investment business one could start in the food industry was catering. 

I took evening classes on how to run a business, marketing, selling, bookkeeping, business plans, and more. After a few months, I had figured out two main things. One was that there was government money for minority business startups, and that the local community centers had kitchens that were left unused and empty most of the time. And the other thing I learned was that, because of the recession, there were tons of classes and events by the government which were well funded in order to support the people in the city.  I attended these free seminars and events to learn to run a business that were sponsored by the government, and figured out that these events themselves actually needed catering.

I put all the bits together, and soon had won contracts to feed people in exactly those seminars and events. The marketing was South America, and Native American food, minority business support by the government, etc..

I was 17, and had given myself, my mother, my brother and two more friends, full-time jobs.

The business lasted about a year. The failure that followed was because the adults wouldn’t listen to me and wanted to run the business themselves. I had made the error of making into a co-op, so was voted out. After I left, the business collapsed.

My personal learning was two fold: 

1. Never create a co-op, always be the boss.

2. Never work in the food industry again. Getting up at 4am to go to the market and buy fresh ingredients and ending the day at 10pm after cleaning up was not satisfying.

But the main learning was that the social narrative is not something to base one’s believable story on. That there was no work, no money or business opportunities were not true. I had no money so my idea of starting a business to give my family jobs started with very small steps. The first one being research and education on how to run a business, how to get funding, and learning to look for opportunities. Eventually I applied for and got a very small grant. With that grant we bought pots and pans, plates, cutlery, cups and napkins, some business cards, a pamphlet, and “about us” poster. We also made Native jewelry and other crafts, and would place that on a table as part of the marketing campaign and extra income.

We had a lot of fun when we first started. It was an exploration of, and experience of, empowerment. The capacity to step out of the unemployment line and into something we knew how to do as Native People, feeding people, playing music, making jewelry, and for that to pay our rent, food, luxuries and hobbies. It was radical. Yup, we would also be booked to play music at these events.

I was just a kid, so of course I had a lot to learn. But I knew that learning, training was part of the process, so I took as many classes and courses as I could. I also knew that my social discourse and communication skills were minimal, so I took public speaking classes. 

My first goal was simple: give myself and my family and friends regular employment. To tell you the truth, I didn’t know why there were so many unemployed people who didn’t do anything to give themselves employment. It seemed like such a simple solution. When I would ask people about it, they would say things such as, “I don’t have any money or skills to sell”, and they didn’t see those as first goals to achieve. Get a skill, get funding. I see this all over the place even today, and not just for starting a business. People tell me right away why they haven’t achieved their goals, they have lots of excuses, but they don’t see that the first step is to get that list of excuses and start fulfilling those items first. 

1. You don’t have a marketable skill? Get educated, get a skill. 

2. You don’t have funding? Learn how to get funded. Then get funded.

3. Start small, practice over and over again. Don’t open a full blown mall, start with an ad in ebay or craigslists.
   
   

Those are just examples to illustrate the path to success. Find your excuses, and make those your first goals. 

Another story I like to share is one of a very old friend. 

This friend, let’s call him John, was a young adult at the time and was broke. He was on his last legs financially and read an article that talked about how live plants in offices were healthy and increased productivity among other benefits. He went to town and with the last of his money he bought a few plants from a local flower shop. He then walked down the street and into an office building, where he rented the plants out. He came back to the office building to look after the plants every few days. With part of the rent money, he bought more plants and repeated the steps. This went on for weeks, then months, then years. He educated himself about running a business, got business cards, phone, office and eventually employees. When I met him, he was a millionaire, drove a beautiful jaguar and owned his own home. All from a few potted plants. 

His story evolved and his fortune came and went, but the reason I share his story is because it started with a tiny investment, a good plan, a good idea and many small steps.

Small steps.

Did he start his business to become a millionaire? I don’t know. I don’t think so. If I remember right, he wanted to get food and pay his rent.

Today I checked him out to see what he was up to after several decades. I saw that he has started and sold multiple businesses since the last time we communicated, which was in 2005, and teaches people how to succeed. One of his basic tenets of success: Start small. How about that?

OK, after stating that learning to succeed is so important for Lightworkers, and giving you the basic starting point of success which is to start with small goals, let’s get into the meat and potatoes of WHY it’s important for you to learn to succeed and its direct connection with Enlightenment.

We are going to explore the following questions as it relates to Success (with a capital S) and Enlightenment (with a capital E): why are we here? Why is it time to succeed? And what is our measure of success?

Basically, as we learn to succeed in the small things, as illustrated above in business, we can then take our learning how to succeed into areas of our lives that matter. Like, for example, embodying our true natures here on Earth, or being Enlightened for humanity’s sake.

Why are we here?

There are many levels to the answer to the question “why are we here?” The principal one is that we are here, in this so-called solid universe, and on what we call “Earth”, to have experiences. 

If we bypass many other levels and layers to that question, and zoom into “why are we here reading this article”, then the answer is very simple: Your prime purpose to be here on Earth right now is to embody and express your true frequency (goal number one) and allow the environment to reflect it back to you in the form of experiences of that same frequency (goal number two).

Boom.

Why is it time to succeed?

REWIND.

Before we go further into the timing of success, let’s revisit the goals for a minute. And this is where the state of “Enlightenment” comes in.  This process, and word, fills me with excitement. It is one of the primary reasons I am here, to offer guidance on your journey to enlightenment. But I am getting ahead of myself… again.

Right, let’s look at goal number one:  To embody and express your true frequency.

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You may or may not know this, but your body and your soul are both very high-frequency expressions of existence. You are, for all purposes, enlightened. However, although you are a high-frequency soul and body, belong to high-frequency collectives, and came here to express your true frequency, you are also in a light/dark paradigm which includes a set of rules of engagement, light and dark experiences, a huge amount of amnesia and very distracting goals and dreams. In other words, there is a thick layer between your true self, your true frequency and your true enlightened state, and the everyday living of your personal life.

Let’s take a look at the word “enlightenment”: 

Based on the Vocabulary dictionary on the internet: The word enlightened comes from the Latin prefix en meaning "in, into" and the word lux meaning "light." Combine these meanings — " in- or into the light" — and you're describing what it is that characterizes an enlightened person: a refined sense of clarity and understanding.

The word “buddha” means “enlightened person”, or some people translate it into “the awakened”. In other words, a person that has clarity and understanding of the world around them. There is nothing woowoo about that. Any wooowooness around enlightenment is there to distract, redirect, and lose the goal. It has been equated with states of Samadhi, meditative absorption, or nirvana, ecstasy, etc.. In other words, heightened states of emotional happy feelings. But it actually means a person who is an adult and has mental and perceptual clarity and wisdom. A person who can see past their own and other people’s limitations and programming.

For a while now, I have been seeding a couple of sentences into my articles, books, podcasts and classes. These words are, and many variants of,  “what we know of and interpret as the planet Earth”. I am mentioning this here because it is an example of a methodology of seeding reality with expansive concepts of reality. A way to stretch a person past the programming of infantile behavior modern society pushes into them, and they happily and readily integrate into their personalities.

How we see the Earth, at the moment, is very childish. A giant marble “flying” through a “vacuum” of “space”, orbiting another marble, this one made of fire.

When looked at in those words, the whole concept feels childish. If a person goes into deep defense of the present dogma around what Earth and the Sun are, then we know the concept is breaking down inside of themselves. And how much it breaks down depends on how much time, money and personality construct they have invested in the beliefs illustrated above.

If our true and, allegedly, large goal is Enlightenment, then realizing that we don’t live on a blue marble flying through dusty nothingness around a giant ball of fire is a tiny step toward becoming an adult with perpetual clarity and wisdom. A person who can see their own and other people's limitations and programming.

OK, let’s return to The Timing!

It is time to succeed.

Years ago, when I used to do “Oneness Sessions”, in other words sessions that guided the person into their awareness as Oneness, most of the people who came for a session stopped it before they got there. 

Part of the instructions during the session were that the person had full control of the session and they could stop it at any time.

After these people stopped it, and the session was over, I would ask them what prompted them to stop before they got to Oneness.

The answers ranged between fear and happiness. Some people had reached a spot where they were extremely happy and wanted to stay there. Others got very afraid, as they got closer to Oneness, that they would stop taking an interest in their present lives, their kids or lovers, work or profession, if they reached Oneness. That their present lives would no longer interest them, or be in any way satisfying.

I took this as data. 

What they failed to understand, and even if I explained it they didn’t want to risk it, was that being an adult, having a larger viewpoint than that of a singular self, would enhance their experience of a smaller self, not take away from it.

When I was in school in England, age 12-17, one of my fellow students was a girl who came from a cultural background deeply entrenched in the Midlands. Her family traced their roots to that land for thousands of years. They had traditions that were invisible to modern society, including a celebration of the time a girl becomes a woman. 

My friend had “become a woman” and her family celebrated it with a big party and the passing onto her of several items that had belonged to her mother, grandmother, great-grandmother and beyond. Before this happened, we were friends. She was in several of my classes and one of them was advanced mathematics. She was, by all accounts, a mathematical genius. Literally.

After she had her celebration, she dropped the mathematics class and enrolled in more practical classes, such as sewing and cooking. The teacher was devastated and asked me to talk her out of leaving the advanced mathematics class.

I sat with her and asked her why she would make such a move. I told her how she could work for NASA or other big names, and make a ton of money for herself and her family if she pursued a career in mathematics. She listened to me carefully, and nodded. She said she would think about it. A few days later she sat down with me again and told me that no, she would not pursue a career in mathematics because she was a woman now and had to concentrate on real life and not theoretical nonsense. She had to learn skills that would help her, her future children and husband, and extended family. That, that was real, and mathematics was not real.

We decided not to talk about it anymore, but our friendship sizzled out as she pursued practical life skills which were incompatible with our conversations about the world, life and everything. She told me she was done with those childish useless things and basically didn’t have time for people who were into them, like me.

Through our high-school career, I saw her behind the lines training to be a “dinner lady”, a group of women who had a very clear and tightly knitted culture. As I ate my lunch, I would watch her and the dinner ladies interacting in many ways. The elder women were harsh yet kind to her, loving but sharp sometimes, but mostly they were expert professionals in their own world and were introducing her into that world.

At one time, I sat with a different friend, this one was a musician. She played the violin so well that before the music department was dissolved by the government at the time, she had permission to practice her art during break time. Many of the students in the yard, there were 1000 of us, would sit under the music department window to listen to her. It was amazing. Anyway, we sat together eating lunch and she noticed me watching the girl who was a mathematical genius turned dinner lady. 

“I don’t understand why she stopped her mathematical studies to become a dinner lady,” the musician said. 

“Well, watch her.” I answered.

We watched while we ate.

“Holy crap.”

“Mmhmm.”

Mathematics and music are very closely related. At an energy level, they are almost identical. Both are closed systems of language and frequency that are able to be used in the same way. One could even say it is the same language expressed in a two dimensional or three dimensional sensory way.

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What my musician friend saw was how the world behind the food line, the world of the dinner ladies, was like a careful and ancient structure that moved to perfect rhythm, or formula.

I then turned to her and said, “working at the school after she gets married and has kids is compatible with her chosen lifestyle. It supports her and her extended family, her future family and keeps her in the land her ancestors have walked on for thousands of years. The alternative, to go off to some University or company across the world, does not.”

“It is like taking a stave out of a score.” 

“What does that mean?” I asked, interested. 

“Well, it’s not good. It’s like taking a sentence out of a paragraph and expecting it to make sense.” 

I nodded. 

I can’t really say that I fully understood my friend’s decision to step out of modern world values and keep her ancestry values instead. But what I do understand, now, is that she was acting from a place that was beyond the small self. She was acting from a place that included a larger perspective, a broader sense of self. She was acting from a place of Enlightenment. 

Enlightened decisions, and awareness, takes timing into consideration. Once she became an “adult”, at 15, my friend made adult decisions. Decisions that supported her reality, and her “tribe”. The timing was perfect. Had she stayed in the advanced mathematics class, she would have indoctrinated herself with values and lifestyles that were not compatible with her family or the land they lived in.

We need to learn to Succeed at becoming Enlightened, today. Not next year, not when “we grow up”, not when we are done with drama and conflict, not when the world “enters the 5th dimension”. And by “we” I mean you and me. I don’t mean the entire world, what we know as “Earth”, what we know as “people”. I literally mean you, who are reading this essay, and “me”, the person writing it.

How do I know it is time? How did my friend know it was time to drop toys such as “mathematics” and become an adult? Because there is a massive pull inside us, sometimes this pull is supported by our society and sometimes it is not, but there it is, a massive pull to grow up and step into adulthood.

As I perceive and see things somewhat differently to other people on Earth, I have seen that it is time for us to become enlightened. But, of course, we need to break this big goal into smaller steps that set us up for success.

What is our measure of success?

In my story above, the one about my friend who became a dinner lady, success was measured differently by different people. Some of the teachers, myself at the time and my musician friend, felt she had succeeded in a big way. For most of the other kids in the school, and many of the teachers, she had lost not only her mind, but a career that would bring her a lot of wealth and prestige. I did swing between the two views over the years. At times I felt that she had succeeded big time, and others that she had fallen for a small game and that her family programming had truncated her true growth and capacities. 

Just like that story illustrates, the measure of success in us becoming Enlightened is a very personal thing. To be able to measure it, though, we need a clear and achievable set of smaller goals that will ultimately result in our enlightened state.

Here is a list of suggested goals for you to achieve. Of course, this list is not written in stone, it is open to editing and expansion.

1. Define, in your own words, what Enlightenment means to you. My suggested definition is: An expanded awareness. A refined sense of clarity and knowing.

2. Define a strong “why” you want to achieve this. Maybe this article can guide you through. An example could be,  “I’m ready for a much bigger game”

3. Make a list of why you cannot or do not have that expanded awareness and refined sense of clarity and understanding right now. For example, “I don’t know what enlightenment feels like.”

4. Create goals that address the reasons why you cannot or do not have that awareness.  An example could be, “find, buy and read 5 books written from an enlightened perspective.”

5. Set up actions that address and achieve those goals, and deal with them one by one. For example, “buy the books. Make time to read the books. Read the books.”

6. Edit and alter the list of goals as you move forward.

7. Set yourself up for success by creating a group of allies and good counsel around you.
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When I was thinking about a title for this Woo For Thought essay, I just could not figure one out that would reflect exactly the thoughts I wanted us to look at.

What I came up with after going back and forth a few times, was, “Talk About You, Let’s Talk About Us”, which is a bit clickbaity but accurate.

In this essay, I am going to look at one of the main debilitating conditionings individuals carry, the obsession with the “I, Me and Myself”, and how to overcome it in order to become a powerful sovereign. We do this when we learn to step into the “We, Us and Ourselves” every now and then. Not all the time, just every now and then is enough to create a massive change in our lives.

For those of you who are familiar with my work, you may remember me talking about the “I, Me and Myself” many times before. I want to bring it back to the forefront of our awareness because, well, it’s time.

The dark side of the light/dark paradigm is really amping up their methods to lower the state of awareness and light on Earth. A lot of their methods are based on the illusion of separation we grew up with and were taught since we were born. The illusion that makes us self-serving and self-obsessed. The one that makes us constantly think about yourself, what others might think about us, and what we can get from others or the Universe, or whatever. Two generations have also been brought up with a massive energy of entitlement and instant gratification, combined with practically unlimited amounts of external stimulation on tap 24/7.

Historically, we can find many doctrines that attempt to deal with this debilitating condition, which is commonly known as The Ego. Yup, The Ego with capital letters.  Most of those doctrines attack the ego and try to erase it. They try to delete the “I, Me and Myself” completely in order to fix the problem and believe that eliminating the ego is the only thing that will allow the person to evolve into enlightenment. 

Let’s take a look at the definition of Ego: Ego is the Latin word for “I”. Therefore, those individuals who think that they need to delete the Ego, believe they need to eliminate their individuality, their personality and their singularity. 

The Borg, anyone? In the popular series, Star Trek, there is a cyborg collective who assimilate species by erasing their singularities and turning them into drones who are in service to a Queen.

It doesn’t sound very good for our individuality to be erased. It actually feels very wrong. Being singular expressions of consciousness is part of who and what we are.

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When a person learns doctrines that teach them to eliminate the Ego, he or she will conclude that what they need to do, in order to free themselves from the shackles of egoic enslavement, is to completely remove the “I, Me and Myself” construct from their lives - permanently. Looking at it from the perspective of erasing the ego like The Borg do, it doesn’t seem like a good plan for us, does it? No one wants to become a selfless drone that answers to external stimulation and orders. 

Which means that going into a complete denial of the self and self-interest, is also very damaging. 

So we get two extremes. One is a complete and exaggerated importance of the self, a type of conceited sense of self. And the other is complete destruction, attack and removal of the sense of self and of individuality.

An unhealthy ego, a conceited ego, is very much marketed and taught in modern society in support of consumerism and the control of the masses. The ultimate “divide them and conquer them”. Most people become self-absorbed and conceited. Most are separate from others to such degrees as to make them completely debilitated in their construction of reality. They are also constantly seeking external stimulation and approval of the self. This society is designed to be all about the “I, Me and Myself”.

And when a person is thus trapped in their self-absorption, unhappy and separate from reality, they are ripe for harvesting by those who want to control them and use their energy for their own ends. They are ripe for the “victim/aggressor” and “power over others” paradigm.

Light Beings are most easily entrapped by something called “service to others”. The logic goes, “service to self (conceit) is bad and disabling. Let me concentrate on giving to others instead, that will fix it. It will help me evolve.” 

“Service to others” is a state of enslavement as strong as “service to self”. A person often goes from the “I, Me and Myself” straight to the “They, Them and Themselves.” Whatever is good for others, they think, is better than whatever is in their personal interest. And of course, many organizations, religions and people will take full advantage of this belief system and propagate it to have people give themselves and all their energy and property, completely over to another or others. Enter “martyrdom”, stage left.

Martyrdom is an extreme form of Savior and a big feeder of the “power over others” paradigm.

Martyrdom is when a person allows themselves to suffer in order to stop others from suffering. Martyrs will go hungry as they give their food to others, They will make supernatural efforts that leave them depleted and exhausted, to give others a comfortable life. Often, these martyrs will let others know about it too, “after all I have done for you…” 

Both the “I, Me and Myself” and the “They, Them and Themselves” are based on the illusion of separation which is needed in order to have a light/dark experience. Without all the programming, internalization of that programming, the constant methods and agendas on a world scale to perpetuate self-absorption, fear and stress, it would be impossible to have darkness on earth. It would be impossible to have wars, enslavement, greed, torture, abuse, etc..

A COMMON STATE OF BEING

Recently I was taking some photographs at a wedding, and one of the guests went into a total panic because she didn’t want to be photographed. She kept saying, “I don’t want to, I look terrible in photos, and I go all red, I am too shy… etc.” However, the bride had requested photos of all her ladies. So, how to quickly and effortlessly get her out of her egoic spin?

“Look at your friend here (who was in front of her), and think how beautiful she looks right now and how much you love her.” I said. Her friend smiled and looked back at her, clearly thinking how beautiful the guest was, also. This guest’s face softened, smiled and, well, became beautiful. 

I was able to take some super pretty photos of her.

So, what happened? She went from the self-conscious egoistic and diminishing energy of the “I, Me and Myself”, to a broader and expanded awareness of connecting and loving her friend. Admiring and loving her friend and her friend admiring and loving her back created a connection between them, a link of love that surpassed and overtook the inner dialogue of “Me.” It created a “We”.

IT IS THAT SIMPLE

It really is that simple.

This example shows us how disabling being stuck in the “I, Me and Myself” can be, and how expansive and abling being in the “Us, We and Ourselves” can be.

Let me tell you another story, this is about my awareness of the world before a kind man taught me how to silence the thoughts of others.

From the age of nothing, to my mid teens, I was able to hear the inner dialogue of others. I was able to hear not just one person in the room, but everyone in the room - at the same time.

As a young kid it wasn’t so bad as most people didn’t notice me in the room and their thoughts just rumbled along undisturbed. As a teen, and as I started maturing into a young woman, the thoughts became more impinging, more imposing and often directed at me, begging for my attention.

Imagine five people walking into a room and not noticing you are there as they talk to themselves. And I mean, “talk to themselves”, not “talk to each other”.

Not so bad, just a bunch of random rumblings about how they feel about themselves, and constantly wondering what the others think about them.

Now, imagine the same five people walk into a room, see you there, walk right up to you, their faces fighting to be the closest to your face, so close to you that you can feel the heat of their skin, their breath on your face and the details of their sweat and pores, and loud voices trying to get your attention. 

That is how it felt.

Like I said, a kind man taught me how to silence others’ thoughts. He had the same ability and had learned a method to turn the volume down. It was a super simple method too, all you had to do is to imagine a volume knob, like on an old fashioned radio, and then turn it down. Boom, silence.

Well, not quite silent but very quiet indeed.

Anyway, I am rambling. Going back to topic, what I learned, having heard other people’s thoughts for about 17 years, was that most people, not all but definitely most, were on a 24/7 monologue about themselves, what they wanted, what they desired, what they didn’t have, and mostly wondering what others thought about them.

I used to find it quite funny that they would wonder constantly what others were thinking about them, because others rarely thought about them at all, except in wondering what they thought about them too. Rarely one would find a person who genuinely thought about another person in the way that person wanted to be thought about. Or in fact, thought about another person in any way at all.

Even more rare was the person who didn’t think about themselves or about others, but was so connected that there was no “them” or ‘me” to think about. Instead, their thoughts were about the world, the Universe, about the community which they were a part of, and sometimes there were no thoughts at all, just experience of the moment. An experience that was huge, all encompassing. So huge that they were invisible within it, because they were it.

I met one person like that. 

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It was hard to find him in the room if I looked for an individual. However, when I searched for a point of “joy”, I found him immediately.

The guy was a Machi, fresh off the boat, who had gone to England on a trip to observe.

He stayed with the Chilean community in the Midlands, and went to a few get-togethers and events.  

I remember going into a room filled with people, this was after I learned to take the thought volume down, and felt an awareness in my field who was quiet. I scanned the room and saw him sitting in the back, he looked happy, smiling at the person talking to him and listening to the translator very intently.

Getting closer to hear what he was talking about, I laughed out loud. He wasn’t talking at all. I laughed because he just sat there, with his translator, listening to the person in front of him talking about themselves.

He was lovely to be around, but the energy from the other people around him was so needy, projecting of authority and wanting to be seen, that I soon got bored and left. I am sure he had a lot of wisdom to impart, but he later told me he was there solely to observe. As I often do, I took his words literally, and never thought about asking him why he was there to observe. It didn’t seem to matter.

Apart from this one guy, I have not met a person who is not completely about themselves, their own issues, their own problems, their life, their love life, their financial life, their health, their kids, their grandkids, and what others think about them.

Now, as you read this, if you feel judged or defensive, or have thoughts of “I better not go near Inelia”, or “oh no, she’s talking about me,” then you can do something about it.

There is a point of change. 

You see, the self absorbed nature in which a lot of lightworkers are stuck in, does not need to be completely deleted for the benefit of others. It needs to evolve to include their fellows and the environment. The Self needs to remove the illusion of separation. It can be connected and stay a healthy Self. Why does it need to do that? Because alone you are disabled and vulnerable to dark games. United you are more aware, more able, less vulnerable.

Expanded into the “We, Ourselves and Us,” you become connected, linked, aware and inspired with others of your same frequency, you become powerful and immune to dark games. Your sense of self and singularity stops being diminished by conceit, it instead becomes nurtured in a healthy way, strong and powerful. Your uniqueness becomes a strength and expands the awareness of others, just like others’ uniqueness expands yours.

Just like the guest at the wedding who suddenly stopped being self obsessed and instead connected at a heart level with her friend, becoming beautiful and immune to egoic trappings, so can you become larger, more able and aware by becoming one with others, Gaia and the environment.

Some of the exercises I use for whamming us out of the “I, Me and Myself” is, for a week at least, not to use the words “I, Me and Myself” in any type of communication you may have with yourself or others. And that includes other ways to talk about yourself too. So, no using “[your name] wants to go to the beach.” For example, as in, talking about yourself in the third person, or using a word such as “one”, “One wants to go to the beach.”  You can, instead, say, “shall we go to the beach?” or if you are by yourself, just go to the beach and enjoy “being one with the beach” rather than think how good the beach is for you or how much you are enjoying the beach, or not even be at the beach because you are busy taking photos of the beach to send to your friends so they can see what a great photographer you are or what a great place you are in.

Instead, be the sand or pebbles, be the water, be the sounds, be the air, be the sun or clouds, be the other people there, be your dog (who you took for a walk), Be your body, your thoughts, be your smile at the same time.

Break the distance between it, the beach, and you looking at and enjoying the beach.

Some time ago I listened to an interview with a guy who was explaining his experience of becoming one with a sunset. I think it was part of a popular documentary at the time but cannot recall the documentary name or the guy who shared his experience. 

He talked about how one moment in life had changed him forever. This moment in time had allowed him to change so much that he had then gone on to become happy, successful, and inspiring and inspired.

I don’t recall the exact details on how he came to watch the sunset. I think he made a habit of going to watch the sunset over the ocean where he lived. But one time, as he sat there, on his own, watching the sun go down, his mental noise as busy as ever, he noticed the beauty of the colors around the sun. This was not different, the beauty of the sunset was the reason he liked to watch it. This time, however, he suddenly found himself being those colors. He was not just the colors, but he was also the sun, the ocean, the rocks he was sitting on, the plants and trees around him, the air he breathed… in fact he was everything, all at once. He was the entirety of his environment. 

He doesn’t know how long this lasted, but eventually he was himself again and was able to talk about it.

He was never the same again. That moment changed him and his life forever.

It escapes me what his life was like before that, or what he did afterward, but whatever happened afterward was impressive enough to earn him a few minutes in a major documentary.

I love journey stories of enlightenment and growth. Most of the books Larry and I read are about people’s journeys into their larger selves.

Some of the books we read tell stories about NDEs, Near Death Experiences. Many times, we have heard how a person died and became Oneness, all that there is, and then either chose to, or were told to, come back to life and share their experience with everyone on Earth.

Often, as they try to tell their story, they struggle to speak in the first person as they are not fully themselves yet. Some of them start their book, it’s often a book they have to write, in the third person, and finish their book in the first person.

Often, in their journey, they see the reason why they had chosen a “first person” story in the first place. Often, they came back into singular awareness kicking and screaming. 

These are interesting stories and once you are open to them they can come to you fast and furious. 

Ultimately it is about learning the difference. Learning why we are having a singular experience, and what it means to have that singular experience in a co-created reality. 

When you learn to become more than just YOU, and also become a WE, (also, not only a we, but also a we), you are able to comprehend your true nature, the nature of reality and the power you have to create a natural environment around you.

It doesn’t have to happen all at once, like those people who have NDEs, or through any type of religious or traumatic experience at all. It can happen by choice, you can reprogram yourself slowly and steadily, doing a bit of the exercise every day. You can start with an hour of no “I, Me and Myself”, and work yourself to a full day, then a full week. By breaking the habit in this way, you can then return to a healthy balance of “I, Me and Myself” and “We, Us and Ourselves”.

WHY I AM WRITING ABOUT IT AGAIN

Our world is splitting into those who want to stay in a “power over others” reality, and those who don’t.

We don’t.

In order for us to co-create a reality where power over others cannot exist, we have to take back power over ourselves first.

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One of our biggest debilitating programs is the egoic obsession taught to us from birth, the program that separates us from our environment, our family, our community and our world. The illusion of separation.

It’s insidious because we are not actually separate from those fields of awareness, we are by all purposes still our environment, our family, our community and our world. Only we don’t know it, and are not consciously feeding them with the energies of experiences that we prefer to see on Earth. Instead we are activated and triggered in energies that feed low-frequency things so that they persist.

We chose that level of amnesia. We chose to co-create a “power over others'' environment. It cannot happen unless at some level of awareness we have decided to forget who and what we are and allow the external programs of separation to define us. Many light beings came in not even knowing what “power over others” was, and as we fell into the amnesia needed to become power-less, we were open to being programmed into it.

Now, because you are still reading this, it is time for you to deprogram your powerlessness and return yourself to an expanded and high-frequency state of existence. It is time for you to be your true self.

For that to happen, the illusion of separation has to dissolve.

Again, this does NOT mean you stop being yourself, or stop being a singular person. It means that that singular person can also be his or her environment, family, community and world - when they choose to. Back and forth as the situation calls for.

BEING SEEN

I started this essay talking about the experience I had of others when I could not turn their thoughts down. It was all about them wanting to be seen by me, wanting something from me, demanding something from me.

What I have noticed is that most people want to be seen, admired, loved and touched. 

Because everyone else also wants that in their experience, the dynamic can quickly turn into “what can I get from this person, situation or conversation”.

When I meet a person, I become interested in their details. The way they hold themselves, any body art such as makeup and hair, facial hair, color of their skin and hair, shape of their bodies and faces, hands and feet. I am also interested in their frequency, level of awareness, expressed thoughts, etc.. But I can take all that in within a few seconds. Their thoughts might take a bit longer.

Why am I interested in people? The reason is that each person is unique in the Universe. There are no two people who are the same. And as one looks at a person, one can see a million incarnations, orchestrations and decisions that make them who and what they are in that moment. It is also true that a flower, bee, a hummingbird, a cat, a window, a sunset, an ant colony, a whisper in the wind, the boiling kettle’s promise of a nice cup of tea, or even the smell of baking, is also interesting to me as much as any person.

You can imagine, then, how fascinating it was to me to see that most people are really not interested in other people at all, except in what they can get from that other person. The thoughts go a bit like:

“I want that person to give me a job.” (Other person is wondering if they let the cat out that morning).

“Why is that person looking at me like that, are they angry at me?” (Other person is busy pulling something out of their teeth with their tongue).

“I wonder if he likes me.” (Other person is wondering about the engine in the car behind her).

“I want him to be my friend because I don’t have any friends in this new city.” (The other person is wondering what to have for lunch and if the girl he fancies is at the cafe that day.)

You probably get the idea. 

So why am I interested in you becoming interested in “us” instead of “you”? Because a higher-frequency planet cannot be created with self-absorbed individuals. Most people have never been seen, heard, felt or touched. Not really. Most people have never been acknowledged and allowed to express their entirety of self in another person’s presence. And even if they did express it, that expression was never seen as the other people there were too busy trying to be seen themselves, to see anyone else.

As you do the exercise of the “Us, We and Ourselves” for the next few hours, days, weeks and months, also spend some time with another person and connect with them. See how beautiful they are, how unique, how many billions of years and choices created what you see in front of you, in their face, their thoughts, their words, their voice, their clothes, their actions and responses. Five minutes doing this for every person you know, can change their lives forever. It’s quite extraordinary.

But of course, if you do it while thinking about yourself, and if the person will return the favor, notice or even ask about you, then you are not doing it right.

In the Sex, Love and Soulmates Course, there is an exercise where we sit in a cafe or somewhere public and look at people. The exercise is designed to illustrate our egoic obsessions. Mostly, it goes like this:

You see a woman walking past, and may think, “she’s too elegant,” and we ask, “too elegant for what?” And this illustrates our agendas. The agenda of the self-absorbed ego. Maybe, “too elegant to be my friend/lover.” The thoughts might even run to, “too conceited,” ‘too arrogant,” “who does she think she is anyway?” “I’m not worthy of her friendship or love.”

All of those are based on the damaged ego. How would the exercise be reprogrammed by us? First we become aware of it. The cafe exercise is designed to illuminate the self agendas. Just becoming aware of those agendas can shift us out of our self-absorption.

Are you ready to do some of those exercises and learn to become greater than the disconnected self? 

Shall we do this? Let’s do this. Yes. Let’s do it.

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The book I am working on at the moment, The Planet of Entry, is the third of The Return series of sci-fi books written to deliver knowledge about how our Universe works in an accessible and entertaining way

For this third book, one of the main themes is how to lock in a timeline that delivers to us the experience we are collectively after.

We could think of timelines as projections of possible futures (and as it happens, also possible pasts).

In my book, one of the main characters, an AI called 223, is stuck in a timeline loop. Forever going back into the past and watching as his co-protagonists make different choices, sending him back again until a choice is made that locks him firmly into one particular timeline. We hope he has locked into the successful one where our heroes win the day.

After the first draft of Planet of Entry was finished, which you can read on the forum at walkwithmenow.com, Larry and I noticed that several of the tv shows we started watching were about "fixing the timeline to what it should be" after someone messed it up either accidentally or on purpose, by traveling into the past.  

Then, one day as we were driving to the Rez we were listening to a podcaster that we haven’t heard before, Julian Dorey. Although he is a comedian, in this interview he was talking with a man called Ron James1. During their exploration of reality, they talked about how scientists had discovered that plants went into a state of quantum superposition during photosynthesis.

My ears perked up immediately and I told Larry, “oh my god. He just explained in a few words what I took a whole novel to explain.”

I am not a physicist so don’t use the terminology the same way as a scientist would but I get the general idea of what “quantum” means in their lexicon.

The definition of “quantum” that I knew is the one I found on an internet dictionary: 

“Quantum is the smallest amount of a physical quantity that can exist independently, especially a discrete quantity of electromagnetic radiation.”

What I have heard people talking about when they use the word “quantum”, is wrapped up in parallel universes and multiple timelines. Which I find to be much more interesting. But this essay is not an exploration or discussion about quantum physics, so let’s proceed with the story. 

This is what the interviewee, Ron James, said:

“What they found [scientists] was that this plant was collapsing into a quantum state, where it sent the photon on all possible routes through the plant, then collapsed back into the physical reality and took the most logical route. Basically what it’s doing is it’s sidestepping the laws of physics going into a quantum state outside the laws of physics to determine its best possible way of executing the task within physical reality.”

When I looked at the papers where quantum photosynthesis was discussed, it seemed that some theorists pointed to quantum mechanics and imaginary time. The superposition (instead of solid position and nature - What Ron calls physical reality) of the photon traveling through the plant. Superposition being a possible state of multiple natures rather than one and multiple places rather than just one.

He mentions that he is not a physicist and it appears to me that he is using the word “Quantum” in the form of multiple dimensions and timelines. But when looking at his statement and the conclusions of the scientists that were trying to figure out how a plant picks the most efficient route for a photon to travel in, his explanation is as good as any.

In fact, it is better than most.

You see, it’s hard to explain the nature of physicality. Many do explain it quite accurately using vocabulary borrowed from different schools of thought but then those schools of thought get mad at their words being used incorrectly. I have seen this a lot when it comes to spiritual or consciousness explorers and teachers using words from quantum physics. A lot of physicist get super mad and start labeling those discussions “pseudo science” and such like.

Sometimes, though, like the quantum photosynthesis explorations in plants for example, the results leads us straight into how the macro world works. That a plant would step out of time and space and allow the photon to travel all routes at the same time, then going back to time-space having locked in the most efficient route (choosing the most efficient route for the photo to travel on) actually explains how we do life on this physical reality very, very well.

One thing to take into consideration is that although the plant may have stepped out of “reality” in order to take the photon on all possible routes, it stays a plant and the photon stays a photon. In other words, the singularity of each persists outside of “reality”, and they interact with each other within that dynamic of plant and photon even though they no longer are in the agreed upon “reality” of time and space where they “solidly” exist as plant and photon.

In the book, The Planet of Entry, the AI character is outside of linear time, trying the different paths into the future, but for the reader, and it’s co-protagonists, it is doing this over and over in linear times that are parallel to each other until one timeline locks and all the others vanish for him (and us the readers).

Of course we hope that the final decision that locks the timeline in the book by someone with huge influence over the experience of many others takes all of them into a happy and bright future. 

But locking the most positive timeline and traveling happily into the future is not the case for every one of us here, the people of Earth. However, it is something that many of us, who are reading this essay, need to know how to do and start doing it.

Many of us here know when something is amiss with our reality. Many knew from the get go, from when they were kids, that “there was something wrong with life and the world here.” 

This “knowing” doesn’t seem to be something the general population has or is aware of. However, we can look at our present timeline and think, "does this timeline feel right?" We look at it from the perspective of all the choices we have made in our lives and can get a really good idea of whether we are on the “right” track or not.

When we meld into the present time, we can test for timeline “off things”. And yes, we can fix those. And by “off things” I don’t mean falling into a belief that "this timeline doesn’t feel right, because I don't have a Ferrari in the garage", when in fact we never did anything to get the type of income that allows for a Ferrari and the garage to put it in. 

It is more in that the nature of our reality, our society or life, has gone awry somehow. 

Often lightworkers will go off track after they meet someone influential, like what they might call a twin-flame or soulmate, teacher or authority, and their goals, inspirations and plans go out the window.

Lightworkers losing track of why they are here, and going off in other pursuits instead is part of the nature of our reality. We came in knowing that we would lose our awareness of self and mission. Knowing that there was a strong possibility that we would lose our way. And as soon as we landed, we were bombarded with alternatives. 

One of the things that most lightworkers are not aware of is that individuals within the human collective are naturally led by authority. Because we are a high-frequency species, the authority would in a natural setting be good, nourishing, inspiring and would lead us into life asserting, positive experiences in life and in the world.

However, the world has been in a light/dark paradigm for a long time. A light/dark paradigm means we experience unnatural states here on Earth, we experience darkness. We are not victims to this choice of experiencing darkness in our life. We knew coming in that this world and the people and other species on it had chosen to have a dual experience of light and dark. Therefore, experiencing darkness in itself is not in a “wrong timeline”. 

It is also true that we were born here at this time and space to put an end to the light/dark paradigm and to bring us, humans and other species on Earth, back to our natural state of “light”.  Yes, to lock in that light timeline.

The natural tendency to be influenced by authority is highly exploited by those individuals who do not want the light/dark paradigm to end. And they can influence the population into choosing darkness, in other words they can influence the population to lock into experiences of fear, war, conflict, torture, abuse, enslavement, exploitation, suffering, etc..

How does that work? How does an external influence have the ability to lock a timeline for a person that they would not have otherwise chosen?

The methodology on how to carry it out is complex. It involves keeping the masses in a voluntary infantile state so they will naturally give their authority away. It also involves controlling the perception and narrative of reality at a mass and global scale.

People, the people, come from a place of trust because, naturally, our species would be led by groups and individuals who are inclined to care for humanity, and who want the best and most positive experiences for their fellows. Most people would find it shocking to know that a majority of authorities, whether government, health, education, etc., are guiding the masses to harm themselves and others.  The timeline, those people we have placed in authority, want to lock in place is one that promotes darkness, and the individuals care only to control and exploit others and the environment in order to rise to power over others.

To lock another person’s experience requires that person’s free will choice. Ultimately it is the person who has to make the choice for their lives.  They agree to allow another to choose for them, which is in a roundabout way them exerting their personal choice, only it's not done from a conscious or life supporting place. This is necessary when a person wants to have dark experiences as they naturally would not choose low-frequency choices for themselves. The only way to have those is to create a complex and entangled mess of choices where they close their eyes and let a dark being lead them.

That's how you know when the timeline is wobbly.  Nonsense is sold as sensible. Fear is sold as necessary for your own good. Death is sold as life, and pain is sold as salvation.

And then we come into the complexity of how a person makes choices from before birth, throughout their lives and into death. Most of my tools and the information I share with you are designed to bring conscious awareness of choice into people’s lives. Ways in which a person can open their eyes and see where they have given their authorship of narrative to another person, and then take it back.

How a timeline is locked for billions of people is a matter of a critical mass of those people choosing one particular outcome. That outcome, then, is experienced differently by different people. For example, let’s say there was a war. The war is agreed upon by all the participants, but some of them might get very rich while others might die in the battlefield or at home having been shot or bombed out of existence.

Same decision, different outcomes.

One might think, “why would anyone want to experience dying or being maimed or tortured in a war?” And that’s when we remember that our species on Earth decided to have dark experiences.

Darkworker “influencers” and the media at large, are ultimately attempting to lock the timelines for their sole benefit.  What they perceive as being a benefit is a place where fear is used to control the masses. A place where the masses need to be controlled in order to be exploited and the energy they generate through fear keeps dark forces on our shared reality. They narrow the possible outcomes to low-frequency ones  by giving obvious but dark choices, in people's minds and lives, of what’s possible and real.

At this time on Earth, we need to become cognisant of the workings of decisions and how they influence our experiences. We need to become aware that the reason we have felt that there is something very wrong with this timeline is because we are here to fix it.

Going back to the example of the plant and the photon, and how it relates to both the people who want to generate dark experiences on Earth, and us. Let’s just say that at a mechanical level, the people in power over others are the plant and the population is the photon. They have seen, through analysis and mystical means, and tried many paths to their goal of keeping darkness on Earth. They are now doing their best to lock the human collective into the most efficient path to keeping darkness going.

But why now? And why do they have to do so much work to get it accomplished? It most certainly is not the path of least resistance. And how come you are learning of their mechanisations and how to counteract them?

Let’s remember that we are experiencing a split in reality. On the one hand there are the billions of people who chose to continue having both light and dark experiences on Earth. And on the other hand there is us. Not only us who know that fear and exploitation are unnatural, but also us who are here to put the human collective on Earth back on track to a natural and expansive reality.

We might think, how can little me influence the world in any way, when there are billions of people choosing darkness?

Let’s go back to the word “quantum” and why so many people think it’s about timelines and multiple universes.

You see, physicists have discovered that when looking at reality in its smallest possible expression, the quantum measured expression, none of the accepted macro rules of reality apply. A photon may be here, or there, influence a photon on the other side of the Universe, or not be a photon at all but a wave, or become multiple things, not just a photon, for a time or forever. And they also discovered that at this tiny level of measurement it was actually quite hard to measure the thing. It seemed to change just by trying to measure it, or even looking at it.

All this weirdness in quantum physics was spoken about and people, clever people, immediately saw the parallel in quantum physics and the experience of life in a physical Universe where awareness, consciousness and choices are made.

So, how do we, the photon in the story, tell the plant what path to choose for our experience of life here on Earth?

Lightworkers have a very good sense of direction. When a timeline goes off, we know it. We can resist the temptation to fall into the fear and fear narratives which are being used to lead the masses into dark experiences. Not only that, but by not falling for it, we provide new paths to other experiences. We influence everyone else who has felt that there is something wrong with our reality and combined we start finding a path to our natural state of light and the awareness and expansion this provides. 

Influencers on the planet are unable to lock a timeline into dark experiences, so they do the next possible thing, which is to convince billions of people to think that dark experiences are inevitable, unavoidable and actually beneficial. But don’t forget that those billions of people have chosen and agreed to have those dark experiences to begin with. They have chosen to “please, be led down the dark path of fear and control”.

Many lightworkers fall for those narratives too, most often from a place of trust and compassion, and innocence. But eventually they see the truth and then can inform themselves on how to get back on the right track. They say wait….  Ummm, no, this isn’t the way.

Feel into your timeline, at this moment, for this day, and ask yourself, “was I true to myself today? Or did I fall for fear, anger, stupidity in my interactions with myself and others?”

Ultimately, that’s how we navigate and lock the most efficient path to a reality that is fear free, war free, torture free and exploitation free. We scan ourselves and our choices on a day to day basis, on a quantum basis, and consciously perceive where we are leading ourselves.

The more of us who do this, the easier it becomes for all of us.

Start today.

The book I am writing, The Planet of Entry, has one person lock the timeline of the Universe. How she did that is through “influence”, a given, agreed upon, established, and respected influence. Did others lock different timelines in that fictional reality? Yes, but we will never hear about it because our protagonists will not experience those timelines.

Don’t be influenced by false authorities that take you down narratives that are unnatural and false. Take back your authority and use it for your benefit and the benefit of the human collective on Earth. Be aware of the narrative you create and choose on a moment to moment basis, at a quantum level. Be aware of who you allow yourself to be influenced by and make sure their narratives are liberating and fear free.

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Podcast: Locking Timelines

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Empowerment is the stepping away from the manipulation of the mind.

I was pretty small, a tiny kid in fact, when I figured out that my mind and the way I perceived the world was different to the way other people saw the world.

This included both other children as well as adults. But when it came to children, at the time, most of them did have an expanded sense of awareness. They did see more of the world, experience, and subtle worlds around us. They saw more than adults did. 

It occurred to us that all those adults had been children at some point, and we wondered, endlessly, how it happened that they had lost their minds.

I distinctly remember my brother, cousins and I sitting on the red tiles of the back patio of our house in Valparaiso, Chile, and swearing, a blood oath in fact, that we would not forget, and that we would not become like all the adults around us whose minds and awareness were small and crazy.

As the years went by, I noticed first my brother, who is about 4 or 5 years older than me, and then my cousins, who were closer to my age, slowly and surely becoming dumb in their senses, and narrow in their thoughts.

When I would remind them of their oath, they would look at me like I was crazy.

As an adult, I have not seen this level of awareness in children. Mostly, they are interested in playing with their devices, think they are cleverer than their parents, are self absorbed, and boring.

Were my cousins and brother altered in their mind and awareness due to my presence? Possibly. There is no way to find out. 

As an adult I am fully conscious of the fact that other adults are indeed affected by my presence when it comes to awareness. But only in a very proactive way. A person can be with me for many years and zero change in consciousness will happen. A person can be with me for a day and their awareness field expands for the rest of their life.

This knowledge led to the observation that all people manipulate their own minds all the time. And much of that manipulation is a free will choice to being manipulated by others on their behalf. In other words, allowing others, or inner programs placed there by external forces, to dictate what they think, believe, and experience in the world.

In this essay I explore some impinging moments of manipulation of narratives, authority, and control of perception which may expand the understanding of how it all functions.

Manipulation

Manipulation means “to handle”. The dictionary definition is: 

manipulate
mə-nĭp′yə-lāt″
transitive verb

1. To move, arrange, operate, or control by the hands or another body part or by mechanical means, especially in a skillful manner: synonym: handle.

2. To influence or manage shrewdly or deviously.

3. To tamper with or falsify for personal gain.

Mind is used in this article to mean the stream, comprehension and awareness of data inputs. Here is a good definition that fits the word as I am using it:

mind

1. the element or complex of elements in an individual that feels, perceives, thinks, wills, and especially reasons.

2. the conscious mental events and capabilities in an organism

3. the organized conscious and unconscious adaptive mental activity of an organism

Manipulation of the mind underlines who is in control of reality for the target person, often created and enhanced through a series of feedback loops.

We can manage and create those feedback loops, or we can let others do it for us.

When I was 14 and in school in Spain, one of the teachers decided to do a social experiment that was doing the rounds in schools at the time. 

The experiment went something like this:

1. Separate two children from the class. While the children are not in the room, the other children are told to treat child A as though they are the most clever and intelligent person in the school. While child B is treated as though they are the least clever or intelligent person there.

2. The teacher has chosen the kid with the highest grades and the one with the lowest grades for the experiment, and their “roles” are socially reversed. 

3. After less than an hour, the experiment has yielded results. The kid with the lowest grades but who is being treated like they are the best student, suddenly starts knowing the material, answers the questions on a test correctly and helps other students. The kid with the good grades, fails their test, becomes sad, and unable to answer simple questions.

As a class of students, we thought the experiment was amazing. The teacher then told us we had to treat everyone like they were the best student, and our class would succeed. The top student, the one with a history of top grades, left the school the next day, never to return.

The children in the class discussed what had happened and promised each other that we would never agree to such a thing again. 

As a matter of interest, the kid who had bad grades did not drop their new excellent grades. Her life changed for the better and was very happy about the experiment.

This experiment demonstrated how the way in which others perceive us can have a massive influence in how we live that life and how we experience it.

At the same time, it is our own body language, the way we dress, walk, sit, and interact with others that dictates how others treat us. In a way it is like a never ending circle or behavior and feedback.

How others treat or see us doesn’t have to dictate our perception of reality if we keep control of the narrative.

As a kid I loved science. When I was 16, I was living in England and went to school there. Our physics teacher was promoted to Assistant Principal, and the school hired a new Physics teacher. I was very excited to see that the new teacher was a woman, for about an hour.

At the end of the first class with this woman, I had a question about one of the formulas she had lectured us about. I went to her and asked her if she could explain one of the sections of the formula that didn’t make sense to me. She turned to me and said that I shouldn’t worry about not understanding Physics because I was a girl and girls didn’t have a mind for it. To do my best and not to expect to do as well as the boys. Not to worry at all as Physics would never make sense to me.

I stood there in absolute shock. 

After that, although I attended her class, I did not bother to ask her any questions. And even though I completed all my homework, when it was time to hand it in, I would say I didn’t do it. Basically, I did not want anything to do with this woman.

This continued for two years. At the end of the second year, we were given homework that none of the kids were expected to successfully complete. She set a problem that had taken physicists decades to formulate.

The next day, she took her book and copied the solution on the blackboard. I had the answer in my homework book. It was the same as the blackboard. She giggled at the class and asked them who had solved the problem. 

I looked around and no one had put their hands up, but me. I quickly put my hand down, remembering that I had a game going that said “Inelia doesn’t do homework and doesn’t understand Physics and the teacher is a pathetic loser who doesn’t deserve my engagement.”

She saw me, though. And asked to see my homework. 

Three things happened.

1. She saw it and immediately accused me of cheating. She said I must have a physics book at home and demanded I admit it and give her the title.

2. She sent me to the Principal’s office with a prefect and a note telling him I had cheated.

3. She kept my homework book.

At the Principal’s office, I was told to wait for the bell. After the bell, the teacher, the Principal and the Assistant Principal arrived to talk to me.

The woman, the teacher, was furious. For some reason I really, really triggered her. Which was understandable because I had spent two years trolling her at every opportunity. You see, part of my narrative was that this woman was a loser and failure as a teacher, and a living embarrassment to women everywhere. A narrative I would express in very clever ways during every class she gave.

This was her moment of revenge.

The Principal could see the teacher was triggered and as she said to him that there was no way I was able to figure out the formula myself because I was not good at physics, unable to do any of the tests or homework, ever, and was probably as dumb in all other classes too. I smiled and told her I got straight A’s in Chemistry and Mathematics.  

She demanded to see the Chemistry teacher, who she was friends with.

The teacher arrived and without knowing what was happening, when they showed him my homework and asked him if he thought I had come up with the solution myself, he said, “oh yes. Absolutely. This is her work. She’s always doing stuff like this in Chemistry.”

It was not the answer the Physics teacher was expecting. At which point, the Principal, who I could see was trying to give the Physics teacher an out, asked me if I would be willing to solve a physics problem  in front of them, without any books for reference.

I agreed.

They gave me a nice complex formula, which I proceeded to solve while talking through my mental process. The end result was nearly correct. I had two figures turned around, which gave me the wrong answer, but the entire process was correct. 

The Physics teacher looked at me and said, “oh, don’t worry about that bit, it often happens. Here is something you can remember next time so that it doesn’t happen again.” And she actually taught me something.

All was well, so I asked for my homework notepad back. She said she wanted to look at it and the Principal agreed she could keep it overnight.

The next day she called me to her desk and went through two years of homework which was marked as undone in her ledger. Most now had A’s. It really pissed me off.

She asked me why I had done that. Why had I pretended not to do homework and had never shown any indication that I was understanding the material. Why had I been sarcastic, rude and mentally tortured her for two years.

I reminded her of our little conversation that first day when I had come to her for a further explanation of a formula, and what she had told me.

She looked at me and nodded. She then asked if I could change my attitude toward her and treat her in a better way. I told her I would as long as she treated the other two girls left in the class, and me, with respect. 

You see, most of the girls who had been mistreated, invalidated and discouraged by her had left the class, which was an elective, except for the two others who planned on a science based University career and could not avoid her. The other girls had mostly moved out of the science department, which this teacher saw as proof of her belief that girls didn’t have a mind for science. It was a self validating circle.

We shook on it.

Do we control what we perceive or is the world solid and equal to all?

“Who controls narrative, controls the world.” “Who controls perception, controls the world.” “Those who have the perception of controlling their own lives, succeed.”

These are sentences I have heard in my life. To me, they are accurate. Let’s start with the first one.

“Who controls narrative, controls the world.”

Recently I wrote an article about narratives. In fact I have written about narratives a few times already. 

A “narrative” is the telling of a story and it doesn’t matter whether that story is true or not, it is still a narrative.

The word “authority” comes from the word “author”. When we give authority to other people, they become the author of our reality and our lives. In the story above, the school one with the Physics teacher, if I had given that woman authority, or seen her as an authority, I would not have stayed in her class and would have dropped science from my education. She would have been allowed to write the narrative of my life.

Instead, I kept my own authority and created a new one. I would tell the story within the class of a teacher who was incompetent and useless. She could sense and see that I was undermining her in every class, but she could not put her finger on it, could not name it or punish me for it. So, when she saw something she thought could get me in deep trouble and out of her class, she ran with it. It took her over, actually. She was completely out of control. She tried to take the authority in the class back. She tried to take her narrative back.

I doubt that she became more intelligent in her treatment of girls in the future, but at least for the three girls left in that class, including me, she was decent, open and civilized for the rest of the year.

For the two other girls in that class, whom I had a great time telling the whole story, the narrative, of what had transpired after I was sent to the Principal’s office, it was life changing. Their perception of themselves and the teacher changed forever. They realized that they were good at Physics and that the only reason they were struggling was because the teacher was undermining them and not helping them understand the material.

Let’s check the next one, “perception”.

“Who controls perception, controls the world”

Most people have heard of Plato's Allegory of the Cave. But in case you haven’t I will give a short summary of it:

In his allegory, Plato describes a group of prisoners who have lived chained in a cave for all of their lives and the only thing they can see is a blank wall in front of them.

People behind them project shadows on the wall. These shadows are the only thing the prisoners see. One day a prisoner escapes the chains and goes outside into the real world. He sees that the world he perceived while chained was false and limited. He goes back to the cave and tries to explain to the other prisoners about what he saw and experienced, telling them that the wall and shadows were not the real world.

They don’t believe him and think he has gone crazy.

Among many interpretations of what this allegory teaches and illustrates, is one that states that Plato wanted to illustrate how other people control the perception of the prisoners and therefore control what those prisoners think the real world is.

It is just a story, of course. Some believe the allegory doesn’t show external control of realty but that it represents what Plato experienced life was like for a philosopher who tried to explain the nature of reality to the uneducated masses. In this case, Plato would be the man who got free, saw the world and then came back and tried to explain that world to the others in the cave.

At this point, I want to tell you a little made up story, a narrative, imaginations of what may have inspired Plato to write such an exquisite and thought provoking allegory. Here goes:

Plato was a young and intelligent man who worked and exercised endless research and dialogue to try to figure out the reality of the world. 

One warm summer’s night, after tirelessly working on a question of extreme importance, he walked home. 

His mind was still busy and he felt the frustration of the resistance his thoughts were stimulating in his fellows minds and their belief systems while he walked through the dark streets of Athens.

As he turned the corner, he saw shadows of paper cutouts upon a large wall. In front of the wall, sat adults and children, all deeply engrossed in the story unfolding in front of them. He walked toward them and sat at the back, next to the shadow maker and his cut out figures. 

Plato smiled and for a few minutes he too became engrossed in the story being told. He laughed and gasped as the story enfolded. For those few minutes, he forgot all about his troubles, arguments, frustrations and life.

As the story finished, and the shadows bowed, and the fire was put out, making the wall into just a wall, he looked around and saw the people chatting and still deeply savoring the experience they had just had.

In that moment he came back to reality and his life, his thoughts, his frustrations and reality crashed into him.

In that moment, he saw that he was different to all these people, some of whom were convinced that the story that had been told was real. Or at least talking about it like it was indeed real and not just a bunch of shadows on the wall.

He wondered, as he saw the audience walk away, how much of the world he was experiencing was simply shadows projected by some other hand onto a wall he called reality. And how fast he had replaced it, albeit for a few minutes, with a simpler, black and white, two dimensional reality. And how much simpler, easier and less stressful that two dimensional world had felt when he was in it.

He bought a couple of roasted chestnuts from a vendor who was packing away for the night, and walked the rest of the way home filled with the inspiration of explaining what he had just experienced to all those who would listen.

At this moment in time there is no blank wall with shadows on it but a computer screen in front of you. Or a television on a wall in most of the homes in the Western world showing two dimensional shadows filled with fear, helplessness and codependent narratives.

Whomever controls what is on that computer or television screen (or phone screen), controls your daily perception of the world.

You can turn your television off, and many people who have woken up to the mechanizations of the power over others leaders, have done so already. But you are reading this on a screen, which means that you are still perceiving as dictated and allowed by The Man. Or are you?

Well, actually, not all the way.

You see, my writings, videos, classes, websites, and face are heavily shadowbanned by The Man. And you found my essays anyway.

The fact that you are reading these words means that you are in control of your perception. Partly at least. And therefore, because you control your perception, you control your world.

There is a bloody battle for the perception of the masses right now. We are not part of that battle, but we need to be aware of it so that we don’t fall prey to it.

Know that big money is being paid to control your perception.

Let’s look at the next statement, which to me is very interesting indeed:

“Those who have the perception of controlling their own lives, succeed.”

This sentence is very interesting because it only expresses part of the truth. However, the result is indeed accurate.

Let me explain what I mean by “part of the truth”,  by changing the sentence a bit further: “those who perceive that they are in control of their lives, even if they are not, succeed.”

It is super fascinating, really.

When a person feels that they have no control of their lives, that everything they do is because they have to, they have no choice, and are forced to do it, they tend to be sheep-like. Those people often complain and expect the government or other people in their environment to fix their lives. They also blame others for everything, never taking responsibility for their lot.

A fast and effective tool to step out of sheepiness is to change one’s vocabulary and be very diligent about it. The way we change it is very simple. Whenever we say the words, “I have to”, we correct ourselves and say “I chose to” instead.

“I can’t go to the beach because I have to go to work,” then becomes, “I choose to go to work instead of going to the beach.” At this point you can give your reasons of why you choose to do it, such as, “because I love having a nice house for me and my family.”

Because, you see, everything we do is done because we choose to. Nothing is actually done because we have to. 

Which means we are naturally wired for success and everything else is bs (belief systems) made up of shadows on a wall.

I hope you enjoyed this essay and choose to share it on all your platforms. 

When I thought about Plato’s allegory, and it went on to the bit when the man who had gotten free went back to the cave and tried to tell people what he had seen without success, I couldn’t help but think that all he needed to do was to take some wood, make a fire, cut out some shapes and tell them what reality was using a reality they already understood and believed in. He could have told them about the world using shadows on the wall.

And with that final woo for thought, I leave you for now.

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One of the questions I am often asked is, “do fairies exist?”

In my book “The Thirteenth Mage”, I explored the world of fairies, otherwise known as the fay, a little bit. Not to be confused with the Little People, of course. 

In one of the scenes, our heroes go to a particular area of the English countryside to find that the veil between realities is very thin there and our and “their” realms are almost visible to each other.

And that is very much how I like to describe the thousands of myths, legends and teachings from around the world that mention beings who are humanoid and who sometimes take or invite us to their realms. I like to describe them as beings who are on the other side of our veil of reality.

In this article, I am going to explore some of the beings from those realms and some of the explanations we have for them, as well as my personal history with them.

Other typical questions I have received are, “are aliens what others call fairies?” And “are the high-elves what we call Lemurians?”

To some people, the realms of fairy folk and that of alien abductions or Lemurians have become one and the same, but as you explore this topic with me, you may perceive them to be somewhat different to each other.

CLASSIFYING FAIRYFOLK

In order to bring a classification of the different species most of us have heard of, I am going to go through the ones I have personally met, and tell of the circumstances around the meeting.

Fairies:
These are a little more complex as many different species are named fairies by Western individuals. Let’s look at a few.

1. To begin with, as an adult, I cannot imagine the two beings that were my friends and accompanied me for the first few years of my life to be fairies. But that’s what they called themselves.
   
   They were toddler sized, had big heads and big eyes. They wore wigs and kids clothes. Looking back it feels to me that these two beings could have been some sort of Alien race, maybe even a type of gray, who wore those clothes in order to make me feel better.
   
   They had the capacity to make themselves visible and invisible. The last time I saw them physically was in 2006. However, I can still sense them in my awareness when I think of them.
   
   In 2006, I was in my baby’s room, holding him after his afternoon feed. I felt the two friends in the room with me, enjoying the baby. I told them to show themselves again because I had not physically seen them since I was a young child. They told me they rather not, as I would get afraid. After letting them know in absolute certainty that I would not get afraid, they materialized in front of me. My body screamed, and with the babies in my arms, ran away all the way downstairs and into the kitchen, screaming all the way.
   
   This was a very odd reaction. I could clearly feel and sense the body vs the soul reaction. I, the soul, was trying to calm the body down so we could go back to our friends. But the body would have none of it.
   

2. Next, let’s look at the tiny little beings who we are familiar with from fairytales. They look like tiny little humans with dragonfly or butterfly wings. Most famous were the fake photographs by two young cousins, Elsie Wright (1901–1988) and Frances Griffiths (1907–1986).
   
   Personally, I didn’t think there were any tiny little humanoids flying about with dragonfly or butterfly wings. I didn’t believe in them until I saw one myself. But even today the thought crosses my mind that perhaps “I was seeing things.”
   There is no logical reason for me to have been “seeing things” at the time, but the experience was so out of my concept of reality that it is hard to think of it as real. Here is what happened:
   
   Larry and I were on a road trip and stopped at the Oregon Vortex in Gold Hill. On that first visit we didn’t go in as we had one of our dogs with us and the dog was not allowed to go in.  Apparently dogs go unhinged within the vortex so they don’t even allow service dogs in. 
   

   Disappointed, we took a walk up and down the road where the Vortex is located. 

   On our way back to the car, a super large bug started flying near my face. At first I thought it was a huge bumblebee and ignored it. Eventually it pestered me so much that I stopped and looked at it. And my eyes and mouth just opened up as I saw a tiny little man flying on a bug that hovered there in front of my face.
   
   His face did the same thing, shocked that I could see him perhaps? And as I shouted at Larry to look at him, he flew away.
   

   After that incident, it has been difficult to say that these flying little humans don’t exist. He didn’t have wings, exactly, but he was tiny and was flying about.

3. A different type of fairy I did meet, but not in the physical world, was one that did present herself in all the usual fairy ways but was human sized. She had fairy wings, beautiful flower filled dresses and long hair also with flowers weaved into it. She was my daughter Daniela’s Guardian Angel.  Her personality was what I consider the typical fairy personality. Very much into rules and regulations, and very responsible. Loves music and dancing, is young at heart and simply happy all the time. Unless they lose their temper. I would say these types are mostly how we interpret a non corporeal being, but there is something else about them. Minus the wings, I met three people on Earth who were identical in every way to Daniela’s fairy except for the wings.
   
   I saw two at a health fair in Sacramento, a man and a woman. I looked at them and said, “oh my god, you are fairies, like for reals!” And they laughed and said, “yes we are.” Another was at an Irish restaurant, and she was there with her husband, who was not a fairy, singing and playing music for St Patric’s day. I didn’t get a chance to ask her, but she was definitely a fairy. Now, to be clear, I am not talking about people in fairy costumes. They literally embodied the complete energy of these types of fairies. Their clothes were different, but I have seen people in amazing costumes who are not fairies. That’s as much as I can say to describe them.
   

Fae, Fay, Elves, Fair Folk:
Not to be confused with the Fairies above, these beings are often described as taller than humans, thin and with very fine features with slightly pointy ears.

Their clothes are elegant and made from natural materials. Their culture is one of a hierarchical pyramid of responsibility, rather than the power over others hierarchy humans have. They very much care for forests, lakes, rivers, oceans and nature in general. They keep themselves separate from us, for the most part, but have been known to mate with humans. The results of these matings are humans who are different from others, are fine of features, usually tall, and don’t fit into society very well. Although in most books these are depicted as white, my experience of them has been different. Their skin tones are not uniform going from deep blues and browns to the lightest of pale white, and they do not have what we consider “races” within their overall Fae race.

1. At an experiential telepathy level, I have met two Fae societies. One was on a hill at La Conner, WA, USA and the other was in Dublin, Ireland. The society in Ireland seemed to be underground near the Arboretum. Neither incident was physical in nature. But both had witnesses who also felt the beings communicating without me mentioning it.
   
   The La Conner experience happened during a public event we had there.
   During that event, we had an outing to a nearby park. The park was on a hill. When we got there, the Fae came to us and made themselves known. This was an entirely experiential telepathy experience where the participants of the event were able to connect directly to the beings there.
   
   In Ireland, Dublin, I was there visiting friends and at some point we walked to the Arboretum. As we were getting closer, I received what I call a “ping”, following the computer language of one computer, or person, sending a ping command used to test the ability of a source computer to reach a specified destination computer.
   
   I answered it, and what followed was again an experiential telepathy experience. I did not see them physically.
   

2. As to a physical encounter, there was a woman at a conference I was a speaker at in WA, USA by Mount Adams. Her story was that she had been born to human parents, as far as she knew, and by all accounts looked like a human being for most of her life which she felt to be very ugly. She said she didn't fit in within our reality, and she had a huge connection to Fae who she studied at length. At some point, I don’t remember the exact details, maybe hypnotherapy sessions, she realized that she was in fact Elven. At which point, she allowed her body to fully express her true nature. When I saw her, she was tall, thin, had fine features, pointy ears and in an energetic level she was definitely an Elve. She had not had any surgeries done, and the transformation from looking like a regular human female to an Elven female had been natural and fast, taking only a handful of years.

Elemental Shamans
I have decided to include the Elemental Shamans here because their story and their expression is very similar to the Elven Folk and some other of the beings described above.

It is also a more recent experience and one that has a historical record as well as other physical witnesses so I will go into greater detail about our experiences with them.

With the Elemental Shamans, although I have indeed physically felt them as they assisted me down a hill, I have not seen them with my physical eyes. My son Brett, however, has. As have other people at the Makah Reservation, where these beings live.

Our story with the Elemental Shamans began in July 2015.

Larry and I went on a hike with our dog Missy, my son Brett (age 9 at the time), and Larry's niece and nephew (they were age 10 and 14). We were looking for somewhere quiet as the town was full of people (4th of July crowd), so ended up going up a road which has been closed for some years due to a landslide.

We drove the car up that road for what seemed to be a long time, way longer than we expected (the landslide was not that far). Soon after we entered the road, I started "seeing" (perceiving with my mind's eyes and energetically), several men on the edge of the road. They were mostly naked apart from a leather loincloth type thing with pouches and hooks, they had weapons, long braided/matted hair (dark), their skin was white but adorned, and they had long braided beards. They looked quite young, in their 20s-30s but felt ancient. They moved through the trees and rocks following our car, super fast, and close to the ground.

We stopped the car by a beautiful waterfall and creek and Larry, the dog and kids jumped out and ran to the edge of the road. There was a huge steep cliff we had not seen, and before we knew it, the dog fell down the hill. We did not expect her to live due to the depth and steepness of the fall but as Larry and I went to the edge of the cliff, we saw her looking up at us, tail wagging. She was a tiny white dot at the bottom of the hill. 

The fall was so far down that we didn't know how to get our dog back. Larry and the kids decided to go up the hill into the water pools area and get the dog later, when we were ready to leave. I closed my eyes, called Missy to come home, opened them and she was standing in front of me. We have no idea how she did it, none of us saw her climb up, she was just standing there. She then ran after Larry and the kids.

All of them called me over, but there was a barrier there, a no entry sign, that I knew if I broke, I would suffer for it. So, I said I was going up the road to talk to a lady about a book, and walked away. Larry and the kids disappeared into the woods. This, separating from the group, is a terrible idea in the wilderness. After a few minutes I realized it was a bad idea and started walking back.

A few minutes after that, a massive black fly started following me. It was very strange looking, changing shape physically several times. I then saw, in my mind’s eye, one of these men, he was older than the ones I had seen before running next to the car, and had a staff, not a weapon. He told me that we had to get out or he would take one of the kids. I saw the younger kids falling into the water, one of the pools had no bottom so it would take my son into the "earth". I told him as the adult here, I owned the kids which meant without my agreement he could not take them or their lives.

He responded an adult was with them, and he was violating their sacred portal, no permission had been given, or requested, to enter. I told him that Larry didn't know about these things, so could he give us a "pass" this time. He said that I had to tell Larry to leave immediately, or he would send a bear to chase him out and kill one of the kids.

I requested leniency, that Larry and the kids were innocent babies, didn't know the protocol or how to carry themselves in sacred portal areas, or any area. He then went away for a few minutes. When he returned he told me that I needed to escort Larry and the kids out of their area, and take him (the elemental man) with me back to our village/home. We had an agreement. 

I sent a strong message to Larry to get out of there immediately, and also texted him asking him if he was far. By now I was back at the car, which was covered in flies and mosquitoes. The road was super narrow, with ditches on both sides, so I was shown where to go to turn it around. Larry responded that he was on his way back. By the time I got back to the creek, Missy made an appearance, then older kids, then Larry and Brett. Brett was limping badly and soaked to the chest.

I told them to get into the car immediately, they opened the doors, but none of the flies or mosquitoes came in. I then drove them out of the area. Larry and the kids told me how crazy the hike had been, with kids falling in the water, slippery rocks, and he felt a bear nearby.

He took a photo of Brett, who in the photo has shiny golden eyes, and is carrying a staff, looking very much like what we later learned was their shamans.

On the way back to Neah Bay, the shaman guy and I shared "consciousness", he was fascinated with Larry as he is Makah, and according to him the last time they had conscious dealings with a Makah "shaman" (they don't use the word shaman by the way - I am using it to make it easy to understand the story), was many, many years ago. I think probably over 100 if not 200 years.

Before I knew it, he "claimed" Larry as his.

After we got home, I told Larry my side of the story, what I had perceived and seen, and about the shaman elemental guy who was now sitting next to him.

Larry was wearing a beautiful bead bracelet that he found outside Ilaria a few days earlier. The shaman guy decided that for Larry, beads were super precious and important. So he made him a string with beads, from his own collection, and gave it to Larry. Larry took it. The "marriage" was complete.

It's funny that we see it as a marriage, for Larry it felt confusing because he has "marriage" as a thing that is sexual in orientation and as a heterosexual guy, it's between a man and a woman. I told him it wasn't marriage as we understood it. But it was a claim type thing. We didn't quite get the meaning of it until later.

After a few hours of telepathic and sensory communication, the shaman told us that he wanted us to take him back to his land. I thought he wanted to go home, so projected the path back. He said no, he wanted us to go in our car back to where we met him. I got that he didn't want to go home, he actually wanted to collect more of his kind to come here. I could not understand why they didn't just come over.

Larry reminded me of the huge line that runs between the village and that area, where the "dead beach" is. Larry felt these people couldn't cross that line. But somehow they are able to if I hold them in my field.

So, we drove back. The place we went to was not all the way up the road, but the start of the road. There were signs that a bear had been there a few minutes earlier eating berries. Several "elemental shamans" came into the car, and they asked permission for some warriors to come too. Larry said it was cool, so about 20 warriors got on the roof and held onto the sides and back, and front, of the car. We drove back and it was super busy and noisy and exciting, until suddenly it became deadly quiet. When I mentioned this to Larry, he said we were coming up to the line.

I felt my field get super big, encompassing everyone in and on the car, and as soon as we passed the line, several of the warriors jumped off.

More jumped off in the village. We drove around as Larry wanted them to see the village.

By the time we got home, only the first shaman was with us, everyone else had left the car. His "claim" was super strong. No other of the elemental shamans or warriors could speak with Larry directly, they had to go through him. By then, Larry had established experiential telepathy direct communication with the shaman.

Just a note, the "claim" we finally understood that the local Native American tribes would treat Spanish ships as though they were "drift whales", this means that the whale is the property of whomever's beach the whale drifted to and all other people and tribes had to go through the "owner" to get a bit of the whale. In the case of the ships, to have dealings and trade with the Spanish ship you had to go through the owner or chief of the beach. Larry was treated like a drift whale. What was claimed was the right to “trade” with Larry. All other Elemental Shamans then needed to go through the first one to communicate with Larry.

Our communication with the Elemental Shamans has continued to this day. Mostly when we are at the Reservation.

In my estimation, Elemental Shamans exist in both this physical dimension, but mostly in the astral dimension.  Often, if I entered the astral realm, I would physically see one or two of them hanging out outside our home. At the time Brett was 9 and he could see and talk to them physically. He drew pictures for us and they were identical to what I had seen, and also pictures we later found in newspaper articles and records at the museum.

When we asked Brett about them, he said that on the hike he first saw a hunter/warrior that was trying very hard to hide with face paint and camouflage clothing, who was carrying a stick with a sharp point at the end. He pretended not to see him because he felt the warrior didn't want to be seen. He also saw another hiding behind some thick bushes, but he was what Brett called a healer because the stick carried was a staff. In fact he only saw the staff, not the person carrying it. That one was also trying very hard not to be seen. He also saw one with a stone gun type thing that shot things. At no point did he feel afraid of them, or threatened.

Later in the week, he said he saw a couple of them on top of one of the fishing vessels fidgeting with the lights. That ship has massive super bright lights, and as a matter of interest,that night the lights and their engine on that ship went dead. The engine came back on in the middle of the night, but the lights did not.

The Others

I was going to write about Plant Devas, Little People, and Dragons too, but I think that this essay has enough for us to chew on and think about. We will delve into their existence at another time. 

As to Lemurians, well, Lemurians are humans. If you are interested in them, and want to learn how to establish your own connection with them, or even strengthen it if you have one, then we do have classes and articles about them. Let’s just say that they are not Fairies, Elves or Nature Spirits.

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The story I am going to share with you this month may be very hard to read. I want to warn you about it because it is the story about a brand new baby and her journey out of a horrific life. I have changed some of the details of the story to keep the identity of the people I mention confidential. The reason that I am sharing this story with you, at this time, will be explained at the end of the essay.

This is a journey story that I was in a unique position to witness and it includes my conclusions as to why I was exposed to it and the way and reasons it came into my awareness at the time.

If you are tender of heart, i would suggest you skip reading it... It is very harsh. 

This baby came into my awareness in the early 1980s. I was pregnant at the time and my husband and I went to an expensive baby clothes and equipment store at a local mall. We didn’t have much money as we were both receiving social security income at the time due to being unemployed, so our plan was to buy a very pretty first outfit for our baby and get the rest from other less expensive places.

As I walked around the store, I heard a very faint whimpering. It sounded like a kitten almost. I followed the sounds and found a brand new baby, possibly just days or weeks old, on a narrow display shelf. I looked around for it’s mother but didn’t see anyone else in the store besides my husband. I called him over. 

I put my hand on the baby’s belly and chest so she wouldn’t roll over and fall off the shelf. But she was too little to move. I noticed scars and sores all over her hands, neck, legs and face. Round sores and scars. And she looked at me terrified. She was doing her best not to cry. I had never seen that before, a new born baby stifling her cries. 

I was confused, shocked, and I did not know what to do. 

Were the scars from chickenpox, or cigarette burns? Where was the mother? What was happening here?

The baby was also radiating the most brilliant, clear, clean light I had ever seen. It felt to me that this was a light-being in her very first incarnation.

I began to feel highly stressed. Every cell in my body was telling me to grab that baby and run out of there. But of course, this was not something I could legally do.

My husband went to find an associate and came back about five minutes later with two mall security men. 

When they arrived, a girl, about twelve or fourteen, ran over to me and said, “that’s my baby! I wanted you to take her, not them. Give me my baby.”

I noticed that this child too had scars, not just round ones. And her demeanor and body language was very basic. Did she have brain damage? I also noticed that her inner light was also very, very bright. Another lightbeing, so bright, but damaged and shrouded.

I was totally speechless. Stunned. Paralyzed into place by what I was experiencing, and unable to understand any of it.

The security detail allowed the girl to pick up her baby and then took her and the baby away somewhere.

After a while watching all this happen, my husband took me by the hand and led me to the register with the little outfit I had chosen for my baby. I put the outfit down and walked away.

Sometime later, probably a year or two had passed, the baby in the store completely out of my mind and forgotten, I was visiting with my mother and she told me of a legal case that had been all over the news about a large extended family a few blocks from her house, who had been arrested and all the children taken from them.

She told me how most of the children were themselves parents and the abuse was sexual in nature, including torture, from birth. She told me that most of the investigation and arrests were kept confidential to protect the children that were rescued from the family. She knew about it because one of her best friends worked as a social worker in the city, and he had visited and shared what he knew with her because he wasn’t able to talk to anyone else. My mother was a healer so it was not unusual for people to come to her to unburden their traumas.

It appeared that she had known about the story for a while. She also told me that the children from the family were being put up for adoption. But that they were so damaged, they were having problems finding permanent homes for them. Some of the older children, teens, as well as some in their early twenties, had committed suicide.

When she told me the story, I remembered the baby at the baby store and wondered if she, and the child-mother, were from that family. As soon as I asked the question to myself, I knew the answer was that, yes, they were the same family.

At that moment, when I asked myself that question, my mother told me about another side to the story that she, herself, was not allowed to share with anyone else she knew. Something that was bothering her tremendously. And she wanted my help.

You see, my mother knew that in certain cases, I had the ability to facilitate deep healing. 

And that was the reason she had decided to share everything with me.

She went on to tell me that for some bizarre reason, her social worker friend had told her about one of the youngest children they had rescued. 

He had told her that this child was now a toddler. The child had been in foster care since she was a few months old, and they had placed her for adoption. A family had been chosen for her, an amazing couple who had already adopted a little boy, and were looking for a sibling for him.

They had placed the child with the family, to test things out, before the adoption was final. They had tried to adopt her out before, but the level of trauma in the child was too severe and the would-be parents had returned her unable to cope with the difficulties.

My mother then told me that unbeknownst to her friend, she knew the couple he was talking about with the toddler. They were her friends too.

She went on to tell me that she had figured out that the couple who she knew had that toddler with them and that they did not know what had happened to her. The entire case had been kept sealed and the new parents had not been told who the children were. 

But my mother knew. She had asked her social worker friend a few questions to confirm the identity of the parents to herself. Of course, the questions did not indicate that my mother knew who they were, so all was well. The consequences of someone outside the system having identified one of the children were that the children would be removed from that environment and placed in one where they were unknown. At least that was what my mother had understood from her friend, the social worker.

She told me that the toddler needed help. And that she had visited with them many times and had done ceremony to help them, but that something was still amiss and the couple were struggling. They were fully committed to keeping their daughter, but they were scared that she would not survive whatever she had gone through. The little girl would go into absolute terror any time her new parents tried to touch her, hug her or come near her. Diaper changes were a horrific event, and she would not cry, but simply tremble and whimper, terrified.

The new parents had called my mother in, as they knew her and knew she was a healer. My mother had done her very best, and the girl did come near her when she visited, and she was slowly learning that touch did not mean pain.  But my mother felt that they had come to a place they could not cross. That she could not do more.

She asked me to please visit with her to see if there was anything I could do to help this tiny girl. I agreed to go with her.

Of course, my mother had never told the parents what she knew about the toddler. And she had never told her social worker friend that she knew the family they had placed one of the children at. She asked me to be aware of this fact when we were visiting with the family. Not to share anything about the toddler’s history or ever share with her social worker friend that we knew about the family.

I agreed to this as well. And it is the reason why I have changed some of the details about this story.

It was a few days before we went to see the family. 

As soon as we got to the house, I knew who they were. I had met them before and knew this couple were amazing parents. They were what we might now call, “granolas”. They were awake, healthy, active in their community, and their professions were in body health and spiritual growth.

Their son was outgoing, well adjusted and friendly. But it took a while before they were able to talk the little girl into coming out to see who was in the house.

The moment I looked into that little face, I recognized that new born baby at the mall, from all those years back. I gasped. 

She looked at me, and I looked at her. I felt into her energy and connected to her soul. She told me from that level of expanded awareness that she had volunteered to bring light into Earth, she had heard the call and she had answered it. She had chosen one of the darkest places on Earth as she felt her light would be the most impactful there.

Having experienced this darkest of the dark now she wanted to leave. She had not known what darkness was, but now that she did, she felt she was clearly not strong enough to withstand it. She wanted out.  She felt completely compromised and ineffective.

I expressed to her that she had already helped. That she, and her mother, had brought attention to that place, and that she was now out of it. But I felt, and she understood, that it ultimately was a stupid move. That her now damaged energy was no longer bringing light to the Earth but was instead feeding martyrdom and victimhood. 

I could feel that her link to her physical body was damaged, that her body was extremely traumatized and she, the soul, was not able to comprehend what had happened or help in any way. 

From the outside watching, my mother told me that all she had seen was that I had stared at the toddler nonstop, and that the toddler had stared at me nonstop. And that the toddler had moved toward me a little bit, and touched my knee. And that I had pushed her hand away, and told her, “don’t touch me,” in a very firm and harsh way.

Then the toddler had nodded and moved away.

The parents were “gobsmacked”, a British word to say “speechless”. 

I stood up and told my mother I wanted to go home. Needless to say, not what she had expected or hoped for.

I don’t remember any of that though. I remember the conversation and the scanning I had done at an experiential telepathy way, but not what had happened at a physical level.

My mother had told this couple that I had certain healing skills and that I was “special”. In other words, I wasn’t socially “correct” when expressing my feelings or thoughts. They had agreed to my visit and seemed to understand my abruptness was just my quirkiness. I suppose this may be one of the reasons they were such good parents for this baby, and a reflection of their patience and non-reactive nature.

The next day despite the apparent nothing positive about my visit, my mother wanted me to go back, and that the couple wanted me to come again. I refused.

My mother worked on me for a while, and eventually I agreed to visit with the family as long as they kept that kid away from me and not try to force her on me.

Now, at this point you may be wondering why I didn’t fall all over the kid and touch her hand back, or allowed her near me, as that is what was desired, that she would learn healthy contact and hugs and kisses.

I can’t really answer that question since I didn't care to look at the time, but I theorize that it had to do with establishing boundaries and letting the kid know that I did not agree with her victim or martyr energy and found it repulsive and would not allow it in my field. It was clearly a different energy to what everyone else around her had projected onto her.

My mother and I went to the house for a few more visits after that, I agreed to hang out with the family. It was enough that I was in the house, I could feel the little girl in my field, and she could feel me in hers.

The parents reported some improvement and a light at the end of the tunnel. After a few months, I never returned to visit that family.

At the time, I wondered why I had been witness to this little girl from her first few days or weeks after birth, to her settling into a wonderful new family with two amazingly loving and gentle parents and a wonderful big brother.

And if you’ve made it here, this far into this story, then it is something you need to be aware of too.

You see, a lot is said about why bad things like this happen to children. Some people talk about Karma, others talk about victims, some about how people put themselves there to become compassionate and good people, some about martyrs, others talk about the devil, demons and such.

The reason the human collective orchestrated the full knowledge of the history of this child was because she was a light-worker and she had put herself into a situation she had no business being in. There WERE NO OTHER REASONS for her to have suffered like this apart from the fact that she had volunteered to come into a dark place and bring light there. And that when she changed her mind about being there, she and her mother had orchestrated themselves to move out of that environment. After that, it was up to her to move the trauma out of herself. Something that is hard when everyone around her was projecting the energy of victim onto her.

I figured out that I had been witness to her story, her journey, from the start because I needed to understand the nature of the circumstances, and the physical body trauma it caused, and that light-workers have put themselves in voluntarily, but of pure ignorance of what darkness truly is.

I had to understand because my job was to dust these light-workers off, feed them some good food, give them some good water, give them the tools to get street smart and step out of any beliefs or teachings that told them their suffering had continuing value. No one can take the trauma out of the lightworker, only they can do that.

In the years that followed, I have met thousands of lightworkers who didn’t make it out of the darkness. Those who fell hard and truly became “victims”, feeding the dark paradigm instead. Those who decided to become comfortably numb with alcohol, drugs, and screens. Those who give in to drama, guilt, fear and frustration.

But guess what, you are reading this because you are not a giver-upper. You are one of those who nod and understand the path and road you need to take.

I have also met light-workers who figured out to be born in positive, love filled, wonderful circumstances, and those light-workers are full on effective, able, capable and find it easy to be on the leading edge of creating high-frequency experiences on Earth. Their trauma levels are minimal, if there at all.

For those lightworkers who have had wonderful lives and are reading this, the ones who decided on amplifying the areas of light, I feel it is important for them to understand the path of the ones who thought the most effective or impactful place was the darkest areas isn’t true. We all need to understand it so we can work together and know these things now without feeding martyr or victim, or even savior energies into the mix, inviting further incarnations into the mud.

I don’t know what happened to that little girl. I don’t think that who she grew up to be was relevant to learning the path so many lightworkers have taken to be here during this time. I don’t know if she let her traumas dictate her life, or not. I don’t know if she dissolved them, or learned to work around them. Or used them in a way that gave value to them (turned to the dark), or allowed them to disable her. 

I hope she either dissolved them or learned to work around them.

What I do know is that for us who made it, who are still here and awake, able and working on getting ourselves back into shape, having a good understanding of the nature of darkness, and the reason why these types of things have happened to lightworkers on Earth, is important.

Of course, not everyone who went through these types of experiences is a light-worker, or are here because they answered the call for assistance in embodying the high-frequency paradigm. Some are indeed here because they wanted to have a painful experience, or felt they deserved it, or are deeply stuck in the victim/aggressor cycle. There is a big difference between someone who stepped into one of these cycles or situations out of ignorance about what darkness is, and those who have been playing with the cycles and darkness out of informed choice.

My interest is in those who stepped into darkness out of ignorance, and those who chose to be born into the light, because those are the ones who are actively working to step out of the light/dark paradigm. I have no interest in those who value darkness, give it nice meanings and propagate the energy of suffering, victimhood and helplessness.

To me, that little girl definitely wanted and actively stepped out of it as soon as she figured out what she had gotten herself into. And yes, I understand that the trauma persisted for years, and her journey out of it was not an easy one. I don’t even know if she made it out of the trauma completely. But she did step out of the mud for sure.

We are much larger than our lives and circumstances. If that newborn baby girl and her child-mother were able to orchestrate a way out of the mud, then all of us can too.

Trauma can feel like a deep, stuck, solid stress type of energy in our bodies, minds, emotional body or energy body. If you have one or more traumas, use this tool on them: “Stress Relief Exercise”.

(looking for the podcast? Spaceships - WooForThought - Ep 4)

At the Olympic Peninsula we have a community of friends and students who live between fifteen minutes to five hours from each other. To connect and spend time together we decided some years back to organize a Sunday Lunch/Dinner every week.

Occasionally, we also have guests to the community who travel from further afield and even from abroad to hang out during our meals together.

During one of these Sunday meals some time ago, I think over a year, several of the individuals at the table discovered that they had woken up that day with their hair brushed the wrong way, or their pjs in very odd positions, or objects in their home placed in a very different state or place.

Now, when something like this happens to one person it is just funny, but when someone mentions it at Sunday dinner and half the people there say they too woke up that day with the same issues and the issues are something they have never, or rarely, experienced before, then it is something to take notice of.

It is data. Information.

So, we took notice of this information and looked a little closer to what may have happened that night.

What we saw was very interesting. Basically the agreed perception was that there were several members of the group who were visiting an alien spaceship on a regular basis.

I use the words “alien spaceship” in the popular lexicon. What it meant was that the individuals were going somewhere “off-planet" with advanced technology and greeted by non-human looking individuals. 

I am putting a lot of the words I am using in this article in quotation marks because we recently did a class called “Ultra Terrestrial Intelligence – The Deep Dive into the truth behind ETs UFOs and the nature of Aliens” where Larry and I discuss the nature of these types of beings and experiences in depth. But for the sake of the universality of this essay, I will use the common lexicon of “aliens and spaceships”.

When I did a quick scan of the individuals involved, I saw them in that environment. An environment that was technologically different, with beings who were not human. I also saw them dressed in their night clothes and one person wearing a robe. I also saw other people there, people I don’t personally know as well as a person I know by name only.

The conversation became very animated as the people at Sunday Dinner started to bring in bits of memories or conclusions to the conversation.

After a few hours, it was suggested that they may want to do a regression therapy session to see if they could bring their entire memory of the event back to their conscious awareness.

It just happens that one of the members of our community is a qualified regression therapist. And Larry decided to be the first to have a session.

For the therapist, this was a new experience because not only does he know Larry very well, they are good friends, but also they were going back to an incident where the therapist was also present. He was one of the people with his hair brushed the wrong way. 

Now, I want to discuss these types of decisions, to go back and remember everything, because it is relevant not just to those who had the experiences but also for the rest of us who get to hear about them second hand.

The decision itself is worth exploring because the mind-wipe that experiencers (people who go up to spaceships) go through is not a passive thing. It is not something that is done to them, but it is something that they do to themselves, or at least with their own request.

Do you see the contradiction of decisions here? On the one hand the person went out of their way to delete the experience from their conscious awareness, and on the other they left clues for themselves to remember what happened once they were back home.

Or did they?

Maybe it was the other beings who messed with their hair, objects and PJs so that the experiencers would start the journey of remembering what happened. Or maybe it was just someone else who did it to bring awareness to the experience and wanting the experiencers to start the journey to “decide” to remember everything.

“If we wanted to remember, why didn’t we just skip the whole mindwipe thing?” One of the community members asked.

When I looked at this question, the answer was astonishing to me.

The reason why they had not simply remembered what happened, but had indeed been the ones to mess up their hair, clothes and objects, was because having full recall of the events would ruin their daily lives back on this experience of Earth. But having a partial and dreamy memory gave them enough awareness to bring back in order to improve their lives here, but not enough to ruin the whole game.

“Why are we going up there on a regular basis anyway?” Another person asked.

“To scratch the edges of the fog,” Larry answered.

Larry had his regression therapy session. What he saw were a type of insectoid species with almost luminescent penetrating eyes. He saw himself and some of the other community members and other people talking, walking, sleeping and hanging about. But the most important thing he remembered was a full clarity of awareness. An awareness that was expanded, light-filled and refreshing, nurturing even.

After a few hours, he and the others went back home.

He also brought back memories of encounters with these beings not only in this lifetime but from previous lifetimes too.

“It seems that we go up to that ship to get out of the fog we exist in while living in the light/dark paradigm on Earth. And when we come back, we have renewed energy, awareness, and capacity to not only scratch the edges of the fog here, but help others do so too. We are able to make clearer decisions based on our ‘out of the fog we can see clearly now’ time.  We still re-enter the fog, but there's a lingering feeling of heightened awareness of what and why and how a light reality feels like, and I'd say a heightened dissonance meter of darker/fear/savior choices.” He said.

Others went under regression therapy sessions too, and their results were very similar. Some had already heard the recording and conversations about Larry’s regression and others had not. The results did not seem to be affected by previous knowledge of what they were experiencing.

One of the interesting divergences in the memories was the appearance of the beings who they were visiting with. For Larry and another person, they were insectoid looking beings. But for the others the beings looked very different.

I checked to see who may be “right”, but when I looked through their memories, it appeared that none of them were. It appeared that the appearance of the beings was interpreted by each person by their own cultural upbringing and perceptions. They asked me to visit with them then next time they went up to check to see what the beings really looked like.

It took a few months before the next event happened.

The day before the trip to the spaceship was interesting as I could see there was an odd energy among the community members. Almost like nervous or excited energy. Everything from short tempers to excitement about things that were very energizing to them.

One of the decisions I made, which at the time made me giggle, was to wear a nice set of PJs. 

I “woke up” on the ship. I could see that Larry and some of the community members were already there, asleep on what may be described as raised, narrow beds.

The beings were beautiful, light energy humanoid creatures. They were happy I was there and they showed me around many rooms and large halls.

I tried to pinpoint our location, were we in space? Was it a ship? 

The answers were yes and no to those questions.  I had to define what I meant by “space” and what I meant by “ship” in order to get more accurate data on where we were.

After I did that, the answers were that we were in an artificially created structure (we can call it a ship or building), designed to be environmentally friendly and familiar to people from our perception of Earth life.

The location (we could call space, another planet, moon or inner-earth) was outside of our perception of Earth life, but within the constructs of physical reality.

As to the nature of the beings, my initial perception that they were being interpreted by each person according to their concept of what an intelligent bipedal being that is extremely different to themselves might look like, was correct.

It was also fascinating to me that they, the beings, perceived me very differently to what I look like to myself or other people. I could see this because they indeed communicate in an experiential telepathic way. Therefore I could see and feel what they saw and felt.

Back to the community members. I asked to be shown what the community members were doing, with their permission of course. Some were now awake. I found one to be in a large classroom. He was wearing a white robe, something that many people in the different rooms of the spaceship were wearing. The beings explained that many people arrived naked as they slept with no clothes on. And when they arrived on the spaceship, they were given robes to wear as culturally it made them feel better. But there were also other people who didn’t care and were walking around completely naked.

This particular community member was taking a class on what looked like the nature of physics and translating that into engineering projects. 

They took me to a different room, it was so different I thought perhaps we had moved planets. This room had a watery feel to it, it had a pond in the middle, and seaweed looking plants all around. One of the community members was sitting on the edge of the pool, with others, and they were talking very quietly and dipping their fingers into the pool every now and then.  I could not grasp the topic or the reason for the actions.

I found Larry with the friend who did the regressions in a very human looking living-room. Sofas, bookshelves, chairs and tables demarcated smaller areas around the room. They were standing near one of the corners looking at a man who was in a fetal position on the ground. Every now and then the man would growl and swear, make threats, then go back to sleep.  

I walked up to them, looked at the man and recognized him as a well known podcaster. 

“Wow, he’s very grumpy.” I said.

“Yes, he’s a grumpy old bastard. He won’t let us convince him that we are among friends.  He’s paranoid and thinks that keeps him safe, but really it’s just uncomfortable. It’s kind of why we designed methods to ease us into being here with the body response and shock and surprise taken into account. We allow our awareness of herenow beginning at pinhole size to start and then slowly and with the supervision of a trained herenow coach expand our awareness of herenow to full awareness. But this fella is, well, very very independent and he’s programmed himself with psychedelics to the degree it overwrites our slow and easy process. Maybe with time, we have infinite patience.” Larry said.

“And you are right, it’s him for sure,” he added, referring to a conversation we had had while awake about who the grumpy fellow they had seen in their group on the previous visit was.

A few of the group members were still fast asleep on the beds. When I asked the beings why they were not up, they told me that people often arrived at the ship simply to regain their energy, rest away from the fog and heal.

The beings then took me to dozens of other rooms/ships that had many other groups. They explained that people went there in “pods”. They shared either a geographical location on our perception of Earth, or shared an ideology, family lineage or other factors. Sometimes they would mix in the common areas, such as the very large and populated class where one of our members was learning about physics and engineering.

Soon it was time to go home and I woke up on my bed. I looked over at Larry and saw how his breathing went from hardly perceivable to very strong and loud. I wondered if our physical bodies had made the trip, I got a “yes” but to this day I don’t know if our full expression of our physical bodies traveled there or a more subtle expression of our physical bodies only.

Some of the other insights we came back with were that there are many different species of beings having interactive experiences with people on our perception of Earth. Some individuals will have visits with many different species for different reasons. And some people on Earth don’t visit with anyone.

I watched the community members interact that day, and sure enough the topic was brought up that some had perceived that they had visited the ship again that night. I had not mentioned anything to Larry or anyone else.

The conversations then expanded further and brought in clarity and information on life, the world and everything.

Indeed, the edges of the Fog had been well and truly scratched that night.

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Who said it first? Who were the people who called the pandemic a plandemic and what were the consequences of their statements? Many of us, who took on the responsibility to facilitate the empowerment of the masses, called it when we saw it. Many of us saw it way before others did. Saw that the jabs were coming and what they meant for our species on our corner of the Earth.

I saw a post on Telegram from a man who was rather upset that a very well known and famous spiritual teacher had made a statement that the Covid pandemic was a sham and that no one should get jabbed as the jabs were very bad for everyone, and that masks were harmful too.

Why was the guy so very upset? Because the particular spiritual teacher he was talking about had waited for over two years to say anything that was anti covid vax. For two years, the spiritual teacher had stayed quiet about it, making no comments or giving no guidance to his students and followers. None.

Now, a disclaimer, I did not verify the statements by the telegram guy. But, I did hear the same things said about that teacher from other sources that week. People were very angry at him for not saying anything about it for two years, and by all appearances, agreeing with the whole virus and jabbing protocols. As I did not verify this information, I will not name the spiritual teacher in this essay.

The argument from the guy on Telegram was that a true spiritual teacher should have said these things as soon as they came out, or at least before the jabbings started. 

After this outcry at the irresponsible behavior of this particular spiritual teacher, many broadcasters, teachers, guides and coaches started saying that they were “the first” to call the pandemic a sham and an evil whatsit that was designed to maim and kill vast numbers of people on Earth.

It made me cringe a little. Mostly because it kind of made me want to put my hand up too and say I was the first one to call it. But of course I was not. 

When the media began talking about the whole virus thing, I totally believed it. I was an absolute believer in viruses and contagion. That belief lasted at least a few days.

Then, on a random drive to the Makah Rez, Larry asked the question that was to change my view on viruses and the pandemic forever. It went something like this:

“So,” he said, “where do you think this virus comes from? Do you think it came from a fish market in Wuhan? Or did the government create it and spread it?”

I responded, like I do many times when he asks a question of major importance, “do you really want me to look-see, or is it just a commentary on the situation?”

“I really do want to know. Can you look?”

“Sure.”

I closed my eyes, felt into the energy line of the situation, then focused on the “virus”. Or I tried to. 

You see, every single thing in the Universe has a very specific and unique energy signature.

Everything.

And when I went to look for the virus’s signature, I got nothing, zilch, nada, rien. 

I scanned again, and again. 

Crickets.

I then decided to scan for a different virus. One I was familiar with. I thought perhaps that because I had never encountered a Covid virus, that perhaps I was having a hard time finding it.

So, I closed my eyes again and scanned for the common cold virus.

Nothing. Zilch, nada, rien, crickets.

At this point, I felt rather upset. You see, viruses were my very favorite enemy. My entire life I would go around the world avoiding public places, putting on hand sanitizers and wearing gloves as much as I could. 

There’s a word for it, and it’s germaphobic. Except it wasn’t just germs I wanted to avoid, but viruses too. Yup, that was me. How I developed that condition is a story for another time. Let’s get back to the search for viruses.

I opened my eyes again, and looked at Larry, who was still driving. I remember that moment in full high-definition resolution, with all the sounds in 3D speakers. 

We were on a part of the 112 highway that overlooks the Straights of Juan De Fuca, where two rocks called Seal and Sail have been holding guard for thousands of years. I looked at the rocks, then back at Larry, who then saw my face and became very worried. 

“Is it bad? Is it a bioweapon?”

“No,” I said, “it doesn’t exist. There is no Covid-19 virus. In fact, there are no viruses. Viruses don’t exist.”

“NOOOO! Don’t say that! Oh no, no, no. That’s impossible to believe.”  He felt that I had gone off the deep end, it was crazy talk. And he knew, instinctively, that I was right and that I was going to publicly share it.

We had been working on getting the message of empowerment out to the masses for years. Due to continuous shadow banding, and the agreement of the masses not to be taken out of their hypnotized condition, our influence on the planet was tiny at the time. Many millions of people had downloaded and used the Fear Processing Exercise, but our goal, our real goal, was to connect with and be part of a 2.5 billion people movement. We didn’t know it in these terms or numbers at the time, but we knew it was more than just a few million people using the Fear Processing Exercise.

For him, on the 112 highway while driving to the rez, me coming out with the statement that viruses didn’t exist, and that the pandemic was a sham, meant that our small number of people who subscribed to our channels (all together maybe around 70K at the time), was going to become even smaller.

For me, I remembered something I had experienced and talked about to my students at walkwithmenow.com a few years earlier. It was around 2017- 2018 when I received the following psychic message from a contact in the Power Over Others regime.

(Yes, psychic communication does exist among consenting parties)

“Be warned, we are implementing the killing of the useless eaters. It is going live.”

A few months after receiving that psychic message, Larry and I stopped at a McDonalds to get some “not food”. I chose Coca Cola for my drink. I loved that stuff. 

As I put the straw to my lips, and I heard my contact’s voice in my mind again, this time he said, “enjoy your drink.”

I stopped, pulled the drink away from me and looked at it. Then I scanned it. It was full of nanoparticles, and not good ones.

I closed my eyes and felt into the sarcastic statement I had heard in my mind, I widened my awareness field and scanned for information around it.

What I saw was horrific.

Billions of people sick and dying. Billions. And the method was so clear that anyone who wanted would have the information if they chose to have it. It involved polluted food items, GMO, EMFs, nanoparticles and deadly poison that had to be administered through free will and by their own hands. 

I focused on the last part, and the words around that part was “By their own hands it will be done.” 

I told Larry not to drink the coke, and gave him the details. I also told him that I thought they would do something like a device or jab with nanoparticles or a chip that people had to give to themselves. They could not be forced. But they would have to volunteer to have it applied. I even thought that the person would have to buy it and put it on themselves, like a sticker with a needle in it.

And that’s when I saw a needle, and felt that perhaps it would be a jab.

We shared that information with our students, and then waited to see what would happen.

At the end of 2019, I received guidance from the Human Collective and Gaia (yes, there are other expanded awareness conscious entities that we share our lives with on Earth), that my role and message had to dramatically change from being an adviser, to telling people what to do. 

I released a video telling light-workers what to do. For me it was a very uncomfortable thing, to be telling people what to do, but it was felt to be necessary.

When I release those types of things, the key videos or recordings that have an overwhelming energy of action, it is for the benefit of and to be heard by the Human Collective and not just my students and audience. Often I will see the results of it in the mass media or alternative media. Of course, I am not unique in bringing that information into our mass awareness. There are thousands of us out there who get these messages and a few hundred who act on it. 

It is an act of “seeding the matrix”. An art of mysticism that is well known and practiced by trained mystics around the world. Mostly dark-workers, unfortunately.

If you want to watch the video, we have a new link for it “Updates on The Split”. Our youtube channel is under constant threat of deletion due to the fact that I find it hard to comply with their censorship, so although this particular video does have a few thousand views, it is unlikely to stay on youtube. 

Fast forward to 2020. 

2020 was a year of disclosure. I spoke about the entirety of the planned elimination of the population and what we could do about it.  I spoke about it in the terms that I have been teaching empowerment since 2011. I spoke about it as the choice in the frequency of our experience on Earth.

It was clear to me, that the “by their own hand it shall be done”, was a key component of the separation of two physical realities on what we know as Earth (more of what we know as Earth in a different essay).

I warned people that vaccinations were coming, and that they would be deadly at worst, and would compromise their health in serious ways at best. Some people listened, and stayed away from them when they finally did come. Some, some dear friends and students, decided to take them.

It broke my heart to see that happening. And today, those dear friends and relatives are suffering from massive health issues. And some are dead.

Whenever I talk about this, invariably someone tells me that everyone they know who has had a jab is perfectly healthy and well. All I can say about that is, the plan is to be concluded in 2030. Of course they cannot get everyone sick at once, they would get less deaths that way. People would stop going for boosters. It would also be less profitable.

OK, at this point it is very easy to get into a very righteous energy. So, let’s step back a little.

“By their own hand it shall be done.”  

In July of 2020, I also released the information that, “by their masks you shall know them.” 

Know who? Not those people who went to the store and put the mask on to get into it, but those people who were alone in their cars, or at home, wearing their masks.

What do we know about them? We know that they are in hell. We know that their fear and stress knows no bounds. We know that they are actively feeding the Power Over Others (POO) paradigm.

The information I received in the early weeks of 2020 was that this thing, the jabbing that was coming, was the choice point that delineated those who chose to stay in a POO reality, to those who were choosing a Light-Paradigm and stepping into it.

It was a physical expression of The Split I had been talking about since 2011. At that time, in 2011, a lot of people were talking about the end of the world scheduled for 2012. But when I looked at 2012 I saw nothing special. Just another year in life. In 2011, I saw how people and other species on Earth had decided that instead of having a jump in awareness in evolution, we would instead split between those who wanted that jump and those who did not. It was an energetic split, a decision to do it. The physical expression of that split would wait until later and people would take action on it, as we saw, in 2020.

Let’s go back to that day at McDonalds. The coke with nanoparticles day.

I picked up my phone and did a simple internet search with the words “coca cola nanoparticles nanobots”. A government site, the National Library of Medicine, popped up as the first result. Apparently, fluorescent nanoparticles had been detected both in Coca Cola and Pepsi drinks in 2018.

Do you see? At first, when this information came out of my lips and heard by Larry, “there are nanoparticles in the coke, and they are not good.” We both wanted it to not be true. The junk-food and drinks we grew up with were poisoned and marked and affected the person in ways we didn’t know.  Obviously we have always known that fast food restaurants don’t serve food, it is called junk-food after all. But this was bigger. This was information about nanoparticles that mark the person, affect and influence them in ways we don’t fully comprehend.

That was the last day I drank a soda. Larry continued for a few more months until he too stopped.  The solid junk-food stayed nanoparticle free for a few more months, then it radically changed. Not just from the perspective of the nanoparticles, but it now has other things in it, nasty things.  Larry has checked a couple times when he just can’t resist and always feels there’s something seriously off with what used to be yummy. The junk food literally does not taste like it did when we were growing up.

And in 2020 when I saw that viruses did not exist, the moment our phones had coverage again, I checked the internet for that sentence. Lo and behold, we discovered that this information has been known for DECADES. Not only that, but one of our favorite medical authors was at the forefront of the mavericks exposing the virus lies. His name is Dr Thomas Cowen, and if you would like to inform yourself more about viruses, read his book “The Contagion Myth: Why Viruses (including "Coronavirus") Are Not the Cause of Disease”.

We also found a lot of information on the history of virus theory and many other doctors and researchers, including leading virologists, who had been studying and writing about the non-existence of viruses for decades. 

Larry and I are very familiar with the concept of “confirmation bias”, the tendency we humans have to gather information that supports our beliefs rather than having an open minded approach to receive all the information that is available on the topic.

I was educated in science methodology and absolutely love it. I am particularly fond of the “falsifiable hypothesis model” of science. The method which, in my opinion, is the only scientific method with merit.  This habit of mine, to use this method, annoys Larry no end. Why? Because when we see a fairy flying on a bug in front of us and we manage to take a photo of it, I will prove the image false because there happened to be ten or twenty answers that explain the image in other ways (not a fairy flying on a bug).  He says I take the magic out of the experience.

The falsifiable hypothesis method means that when you have a hypothesis, in this case that viruses don’t exist, you will research and test every possible way to make that statement false. So, that’s exactly what I did. I usually trust my seeings, especially when they are done in that depth of altered awareness. But this seeing went against my beliefs to such a degree that I really, REALLY, wanted the seeing to be wrong.

Imagine my shock when I started reading scientific papers that “proved” viruses to be real, and found instead only hypothesis, conjecture and digital renderings of “what it looks like”. Plus stock photos of particles used to also describe other things on different papers. No matter how far I went, and how much I tried, I was not able to disprove my seeing. And like I said, I was motivated!

A topic that is part of this discussion is the whole choosing the split through a jab thing. Like I said, many loved ones and friends took the jab. Some have changed their mind about it and have asked me if there is any way to undo the damage. Can they change their mind about the split (what side they chose) after taking the jab? And the answer is ABSOLUTELY YES. The damage may already be done at a physical level, and that’s going to be harder to undo, but I do know that we can change our minds about things at any time.

Why did I want to share this with you and what does it have to do with the Pandemic Mavericks?

This topic and its Mavericks are relevant in that no matter what we are going through on Earth, there are always findable, loud voices that are giving us alternative information. For us to stay ignorant or innocently follow a narrative is not acceptable.

As often happens when I see something drastic happen on Earth, I zoom out to see and look for patterns.

For example, when I saw that viruses don’t exist, and at the same time their so called existence is the basis of a huge pharmaceutical business model, and a view of the world that is fear based, then what other “given truths” out there are we carrying around that are also harmful and disempowering?

I have found a ton of them. And have written articles about them on my website and shared them with my students at WalkWithMeNow.com. Some of these I will explore further in our Woo For Thought Essays, and some will be shared in our podcast. But, to end this essay, I will list three for you to start thinking about and exploring:

1. “Zero” is a modern invention that is so unnatural and false it makes reality confusing and fearful at the most basic level of consciousness. Our tenth finger, for example, is not a one with a zero. Where did the number “ten” go? And why was it deleted?

2. For you and your siblings ONLY (not the rest of the population) to be alive today, 68,719,476,736 people needed to be alive on Earth 40 generations ago. If we calculate that each generation is 30 years long, then that means that 1200 years ago (in the year 823), nearly 70 Billion people needed to exist on the Earth for you and your siblings to be born today. Where did these numbers come from? From the fact that only one generation ago you needed 2 people to be alive for you to exist, and two generations ago you needed 4 people to be alive for you to exist, etc.. However, if you do some historical digging, what we are told is that the population number for the year 800 was 224 million. You can do the math.

3. Ideas are not something that appears (we think about) in our brains, but are a sentient co-creator species of reality.

And with those thoughts, I bid you adieu.

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Podcast: Pademic Maveriks

Some of the fondest memories I have of my mid twenties were of Sunday mornings spent having breakfast in bed with my kids and then husband reading the Sunday newspaper. It was Ireland and the newspaper was called The Guardian. 

It was so full of good stuff! I love those memories. That was before it was sold to a monopoly and became filled with ads from cover to cover.  All my kids had their favorite pages, my husband used to take the sports pages, and I would get the rest. 

So, a few weeks ago when Larry said he wanted me to write something longer than a newsletter, something we could release weekly or monthly so that a person could sit down with a cup of coffee or tea, and settle for a good read, the memory came flooding back to me and I said, “absolutely! Let’s do that and see how it goes.”

We are calling it Woo For Thought. It may start with an essay, but it may develop into something much larger. We already have some folk at our platform (walkwithmenow.com) who are germinating an idea of something closer to that old fashioned Sunday paper, with cartoons for the kids, daily living columns, world news, art, photographs and interviews. But this time, all relevant to creating this brand new world we are stepping into. Wouldn’t that be amazing? I think it would be. For now, we are going to use Substack to release these more in depth reads as the platform is pretty perfect for it.

I am also thinking that I will be reading and commenting on other people’s work and teachings. This is something Larry and I do quite a lot, but the views on other people’s material rarely sees the light of day. If you have a favorite work, or article you would like me to comment on, post it here in the comments.

In my mind, I sometimes go back to those days when I was in my 20s with my pretty little children on my bed, engrossed in their pages of the newspaper. I think about those wonderful Sunday mornings, when sometimes the sun would be shining, and sometimes the strong sound of rain would be hitting the windows and the air would smell of toast, bacon, eggs, baked beans and fried tomatoes. The newspaper would end up covered in breadcrumbs and other yummies. 

And the strange thing is that none of my kids, as adults, have ever mentioned the years of beautiful Sundays, our traditional morning together in bed, reading and talking about what we had found. 

It is almost as though their higher selves didn’t allow them to keep those memories. Or perhaps for them it was not as wonderful and as important as it was for me.  Or perhaps other things became important that hog all the bandwidth.

And this is what I want to write about today, and for you to read and ponder over. 

What’s important to us? And Why? What should be important?

Love, connection, children, family, work, career, the health of those we love, of ourselves, our 

pets, accruing wonderful experiences and the wealth to make those happen, enlightenment for some, a good and rich life for most.

But where do those importances come from?

Are they ours? Are they placed there by our family? Our parents? Schooling? Society? The television? Our government? Our religions? Superstars? Musicians? Books? The Internet? Facebook? Twitter? TikTok? 

And how is it that we keep them?

That’s a lot of questions, let’s answer some of them.

Are they ours?

Absolutely. Of course they are ours. Even if they did come from somewhere else, at some point in our lives we decided to keep them. We made them ours.

I often think of a young woman I know who worked her entire life (yes, from kindergarten to 19) to get into Stanford and how all she wanted to do was to go to that University. She’s Native American, but her mother is Asian. We may think, in the USA, “oh, that’s why she wanted to go to Stanford, because Asian mom’s really push academics into their kids.” And maybe it is indeed the reason. This particular mother had two of her kids go to Stanford. The other two were not as academically inclined. 

When I think of this young woman, and feel the energy of her drive to go to Stanford, I get all the feelings of achievement, congratulations, acceptance, worthiness, meaning, making her mother happy, showing everyone that she’s top of the class. 

And I wonder to myself, when and why did those things become important to her?

Her mother aside, where did those drives come in? After all, two of her siblings, who were brought up by the same mother, didn’t have that drive, interest or importance on education. So it’s not just the parent, right?

I got an inkling when looking at the energy of it of “I am special and I am going to show the world and myself that I am special.” And when this energy was tapped into by the mother and the teachers, the path to express that specialness was… a top University.

How the rest of us feel about a good college education is not the issue here. I could go on for hours about the positives and negatives of a college education.  My parents were University professors, and I myself got myself a nice top notch degree in Dublin, Ireland. So, I can see many sides of the equation. But this essay is not about the goal or value of a University education or career.

Larry and I have been talking in our Podcast, “Driving to the Rez”, about our prime importance in life. The real reason to be here on Earth.

Did this young woman come into Earth to become a Stanford Graduate? Maybe.

Did you?

Probably not.

Did I? Definitely not. Although, academic life has always called me like a siren out at sea. Waiting for me on deadly rocks, which if I follow the song will crush my life in so many ways, it would not be at all fun and games anymore.

I was born to academics, and I swam that sea with ease and fabulous results. Yet, I knew to step away. Again, importances. The whole thing didn’t fit into my “prime importance” in life.

One might think, how does a woman in her early twenties know in a deep and solid way that following a path of academia is filled with turmoil and stops her path in life? Well, there is a skill we all have that, if we use it, can guide us in the highest possible path.

And I say “possible” because often our true path is something we have moved so far from, that to get back to it we have to take paths that are not really our highest choice, but are the only ones available to us from where we are. If we are discerning and steadfast, we can get back on our true path.

For me, in my twenties, University was a path towards delivering the message of empowerment to the masses. But staying in academia would have been a path away from delivering that message, it would have been a path of research and the reaching of a very small audience, other researchers. Highly addictive and satisfying in an egoic way, but not very effective in doing the job we came here to do.

Let’s go back to the young woman in Stanford. To find out if her whole life's drive is of true importance, she would have to test it out with the prime importance of her existence on Earth. If it supports it, then she’s set to have a very happy life. If it doesn’t, then the results for her life are not going to be pretty.

Why will it not be pretty? We may ask. And the answer is because when we base our decisions on egoic satisfaction, once those goals are achieved there is nothing left for us to build upon. She already compromised her physical health to be allowed to enter that institution. And she is in a constant state of stress. As a high-school student, whenever she received or achieved below perfect grades or results, she would be depressed for a week. Seriously upset, not the kind of upset that can be talked away.

“Driven” was the word that many adults used to describe this young woman. And pushed away all the negative signs of her decisions because of that label. But, when we are driven by our main purpose in life, there is no stress. There are only challenges that are high-frequency and inspirational. Yes, we do have to push ourselves hard sometimes, but failing our challenges in that path doesn’t throw us into the pits of depression. We get ourselves up, brush our bruised ego away and try again.

OK, so we have some data, now let’s test it on you.

Think of something major, something important in your life. The thing that you spend most of your day doing. Is it looking after your kids? Is it studying? Is it your day job? Is it a relationship of some kind?

OK, do you have your item?

Good. Now do the following exercise:

First of all, you will make a statement: 

• “My prime purpose to be here on Earth right now is to embody and express my true frequency and allow the environment to reflect it back to me in the form of experiences of that same frequency.” 

Secondly, you will ask, “Does (the major thing - the thing you spend most of your day on) experience fully reflect back to me my true frequency?”

That’s it! How does that feel to you? Is the thing you spend most of your life on reflecting back to you who and what you truly are? Or is it doing something else?

The answer to that question is a data point you can use to shape your life going forward.

I can ask myself, did my University experience reflect my true frequency? And the answer would be, “only a little bit”. I wasn’t born here on Earth to go and have a University experience. It wasn’t my path, so yeah, not so much. It didn’t take away from my path, and at the time it was a really positive thing to do. But it was not my path past the moment I graduated.

How about my Sunday morning experiences with my tiny kids? Well, those experiences are way closer to my true frequency. They are filled with expansion, joy, laughter, curiosity, connection and satisfaction. All things that are at the core of my expression. But again, they stopped as we moved countries and the passing of years separated us all into many different directions on the planet. 

Often when we find out that our importances were ingrained by others; the tv, the government, Facebook, or whatever, we think we have to drop them because they are not truly ours. But guess what, our higher self may have prompted us to accept those importances for a time. We have been receiving billions of programs from every direction in our lives. Yet we have only integrated and absorbed a handful (relatively) of them. Not all of them. 

What makes some programs, the ones that say what’s important in our lives, stick and others don’t stick? 

The balance of influence between our higher-self and our “smaller self” the identity, personality, the person we know ourselves to be. The us that has a limited awareness field.

What is our higher self? Well, it’s our expanded awareness and consciousness. But we can talk about that in another essay.

Our higher self does its best to ingrain importances that will move us forward on our soul’s and body’s chosen high-frequency path. We, however, our limited or small self, often run around like a headless chicken accepting importances that are not aligned with our higher self choices at all.

But guess what. You are reading this because you are now listening to your higher self. Congratulations, you now have a clear way to listen to what your higher self is telling you is important.   

To end this essay, I want to let you know that often we look back at our lives and think that perhaps we could have done better. We can think of choice points, important ones, that if only we could go back and change, then everything would have been more aligned in our lives.  Then, we often say something to ourselves in the nature of “it was meant to be, though.” Or, “I wouldn’t have my kids now if I had done that.” Or, “I would never have met the love of my life.” Or, “I would not be such a good person had I not had that experience.”

In other words, as we look back we can often have regrets, but then we make excuses of why it was the right choice in the first place.

I am here to tell you that it is ok to look back and realize that we made mistakes. It is ok to see that we took decisions that took us away from our prime purpose and maybe even disabled us and made us less capable as people. What is not ok is to think that these things give us the excuse not to recover, to make a change in life now that brings us back to our prime purpose path. 

It is never too late to get back to the reason we were born at this time on Earth. Literally.

Podcast Episode: Nature of Importance

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