Traveling Up The Silver Cord

A friend said that she saw me lying on a bed of pink rose petals. I could smell them about me.

A friend said that she saw me lying on a bed of pink rose petals. I could smell them about me.

Here I am in wonder at the newness all around. Yesterday I awoke after twelve hours in bed and went for a walk at the park. I returned to bed, spoke with a friend who described an experience that started the tears. Memory gone but the essence of her experience echoed within me.  I had been feeling weepy and fragile, not anchored in any way. In bed, I found myself disappearing. I felt my energy being drawn up and out through my silver cord. I felt the word, dissolution. I could not speak, only witness. After a time, I had to get up to use the toilet and made eye contact with my daughter and son. They brought water and sat with me. I could see them in their shining forms, so beautiful. I asked for my shimmering purple sari to be laid on top of me. I felt myself leaving and was at peace. I knew all whom I love, would be fine. Could feel some fear in a couple of the family, asked internally about this happening in front of them in such a dramatic way. I received the answer that this was part of their expansion.

I traveled up and up until I was with Source. No words, only love. Mother Mary came and pulled me into her lap and rocked me like the small child that I was. Archangel Michael and El Morya were with me. I felt no fear. Thy will is my will…….my internal mantra. There was an assessment, my body temple so fatigued….could it go on? Every cell was depleted, empty. New form needed. El Morya spoke of our work together and the plane from which it would begin anew. I saw aspects of myself, like diamond lights shimmering, coalescing in various planes. Dimensions are different than what we think, our vocabulary so linear and confining when the truth is so much more. I observed myself, heard that there would be a trade, my old self dying, disintegrating here and going back to Source for renewal and regeneration. New aspects came into light form, millions of diamonds, gathering and traveling down the silver cord. So much more of me descending than the aspect ascending.

Wonderful shapes floating by, all saying hello.

Wonderful shapes floating by, all saying hello.

Peace and surrender, unattached to anything, anyone, any outcome. Knowing I was in the hands of my Creator. Holding Leopold, my lapis skull in my hands, as he was a steady presence throughout the experience, our love so deep. Felt each heart who loves me and felt my love for them. Drifted in and out. Had my son call a dear friend who journeys with me. She reassured him, told him I was a golden tree, like in Avatar, with light filaments at the ends of my branches. I was bringing through a new frequency…..love might be the word yet unlike the love we have known. She set to work, anchoring the golden threads into Gaia and my son assisted. I saw how this frequency was so pure, so golden……so necessary for our next step. All were to be bathed in it. It was important that it be completed by today as the new moon tomorrow, begins a new era for earth.

A recent grid of crystals and a Georgia O'Keefe print from the flower/art show we visited.

A recent grid of crystals and a Georgia O’Keefe print from the flower/art show we visited.

I gave permission for my form to be used to see how this frequency would affect others. My body almost did not withstand it, yet it did with the new aspects flowing in to anchor this beautiful light. I have known myself to be one who brings in new frequencies, test driving them, so to speak, before they are released for all. At these times, I am very much alone on the human plane and held so lovingly on the etheric planes. I am grateful for my surrender and trust which carries me so fluidly upon its back. It was not always this way. Often fear would arise, a sense of deep isolation at the unknown. The peace throughout this experience was palpable. At some point I encouraged my family to go out to dinner as we had planned, allowing me to bring more of myself in, in stillness.

I was able to speak with the dear hearts who support me through this, all being co-creative endeavors at this point. They anchor and hold me as I take the strands of light and do what is mine to do.

When I was in Colorado recently, I had a precursor to this event. I was lying in a meadow, under a lone tree, looking at the mountains, sky, snow and sun. I saw myself as a crane, flying in a spiral upwards. I flew into the sun, bursting into flame, welcoming the fire with all of my being. I watched myself come out, carrying flaming flares in my mouth. I dove to earth and wove the flames about her, over and over, sun to earth, earth to sun and back again. I was weaving burning ribbons of light into and around her, in a grid of light.

Now, I have anchored a flame of love that will bursts hearts asunder like a roaring fire. All is set, all in place for this new era to begin. I feel completion on every level. Our family template of love was set as the five of us slept under the same roof for the first time in years as my daughter returned. Our harmony and love, an imprint of the new, set in place.  A work of thirty some years complete for me.

Today this body asks for rest. Much is still integrating within. I look in the mirror and welcome all that I am into this temple who has served me so well. The imprints of trauma have been scourged with the flames, I feel hollowed out and yet, filled.

I know nothing except wonder at the love. We are so loved. We are so cherished. Breathe that in today. I love you all.

LIquid Heart Light

 I knew that these days alone held a gift for me. The other night as I was lying on the couch, playing in my heart space, an amazing sensation came over me. I was expanding the chalice of my twin flame heart. I work with my twin on this each day, pouring my love into it, asking for his love and calling on my Mother/Father God to add theirs to the mix. I then ask for the elixir to be used for peace on earth, the awakening of hearts, abundance for all……you know the list. But this night, the flame filled me and flowed out from my heart into my hands. My palms were on fire with it. I knew that they were radiating creative life energy and could indeed create the movement of returning things back to the reality of love that is in all. Wow, it felt wonderful and powerful and humbling to be an instrument in this way. My heart was on fire with this liquid love light….golden elixir. 


This is my recent take on the heart, see the gold that exists as well as the tears and scarring. A bit battered and bruised, covered over, scrapped  away at, stab wounds….this heart has it all. Yet the fire of love burns ever bright and is growing in size by the day. We are in transformative times and our hearts’ fire are burning through the dross, the woundedness, the victim consciousness, the buried pains from so many lifetimes in density. There is a purifying aspect to the flame. That white hot heat that releases all back to the primal elements. I relish the almost pain that I have felt flooding through me as I know that as I turn on my heart light to fan the flames, I am being given freedom. I am being given my heart anew. All scarring disappears in the heat of the flames. My heart is freer to hold and radiate light and love. My chalice expands which allows me to offer more my cup of lovelight. All on the planet are being offered this gift. You can close the door to your heart and let it pass by or choose to throw the door wide open and invite the flame to enter in. Allow the feelings of loss, of suffering, of betrayal, of grief to surface. Feel them fully and give them to the flame. Feed the fire with all that you are ready to let go of. Let it all go, stoke that fire and watch the bonfire of your heart ablaze! The freedom is worth it all. When you watch a fire burn hot and finally burn itself out, there are only the white and grey ashes left to blow in the wind. How beautiful a process….to turn all that pain into carbon that returns to the earth. Our mother accepts our sorrows in this form as now it feeds her, allows new growth to come. When we limit the flow of lovelight through our heart by storing all our refuse there, we create a burden that our mother cannot ease. Our hearts are leaden and our steps on her surface become heavy. Once we allow the fires to transmute it all back to love, we are lighter and our steps reverberate with that love. 



Here is my take on my inner sun. I am pulsing pink and orange and gold with some turquoise thrown in for my watery nature. The dolphins and whales need a place to swim in me! I am feeling called to go the the warm waters and swim with the dolphins once again. Today I experienced the rays of the sun, illuminating the cold wintry air here in San Francisco. I shared a walk and lunch with my beautiful daughter who came to me 28 years ago today. Oh, how we have tested and hurt  and enlivened and loved one another’s hearts through those growing years. She has been my mentor, challenging me to be more love. I am so grateful for the way our hearts now flow in such unity, how all the pain of the lessons we came to gift one another, has been fed to the flames. The ash nurtured the flowering that has bloomed so bright. I bought her a gardenia and pinned it on her as a corsage so that she could smell the sweetness of the love that she is to me. Sweet young woman, sweet heart of love. Liquid lovelight shining bright.