2 A.M.

Heart rocks shining their love to us.

Heart rocks shining their love to us.

Still awake after a day of activity. No thoughts that are looping, no issues to resolve. My body feels achy from the physicality of today. We have begun to add a hike up the bluffs overlooking the river after our “classical cafe” Sunday mornings. The morning begins with my three year old grandson and his grandpa selecting some classical music to play. We dance, spinning and leaping and flowing in between making the breakfast. My grandson and my daughter are the waffle makers. He loves to be in charge….measure and pour in the oats, peel and throw in the banana, crack a couple of eggs and add some baking powder and blend! Heat the waffle iron and use the pastry brush to coat it with butter. He gets out his small maple syrup jug from the refrigerator and I heat some syrup on the stove in a bigger jug. Grandpa fries the eggs and sometimes bacon, I set the table with the little one’s help. Strawberries are gathered from the garden and sliced. The music fills the room as we fill our bellies with yumminess.

A driftwood dog created for all to enjoy.

A driftwood dog created for all to enjoy.

We went off for our hike, grandpa carrying a weighted pack in preparation for his climb of Mount Shasta later this week. Our grandson had fun practicing with grandpa’s hiking poles adjusted to his size. We will do our own hike in the snow on the mountain and look forward to how the climb goes for the grandpa and uncles. My body is slowly getting ready for more summer with its outdoor hiking and camping adventures. Shasta is a favorite place for both.

We jumped in the pool when we got home and dried off while eating a picnic lunch on the lawn.  While the little one napped, I helped my former hubby work on a tile project by the new back doors. A familiar pattern for the two of us as we spent twenty- five years doing projects in that house and yard. When I left, over a decade ago, I vowed never to do a project there again. I was so tired of projects and  hard work. Yet here I am full of gratitude that this remains the family home. We continue to come together to create a more beautiful home for our grandson. We know each other’s patterns and so the work flows smoothly. We each have gifts that balance the other’s.

Animal dung flattened into the shape of love.

Animal dung flattened into the shape of love.

I depart for the solitude and quiet of my cottage after more pool time, dinner, play time, story time, and kisses to the wee one as he heads to bed. I am ready for an early night. Yet…..here I am still awake. As I lie here, I have booked a ticket to go visit my sons and their loves in Vermont this fall. Planning of any kind seems impossible but suddenly I am clicking on flights and dates light up and it is done. An energetic connection laid out that offers some solace to our hearts in our time apart. One son needs this right now. Still there is a surreal quality to it all as I wonder who will I be then, what will the world look like? This summer portends huge changes. What will the fall bring? I am curious as to the unfolding.

The days flow past like a dream.So dreamy in fact, that I cannot recall much from moment to moment. Lots of searching for my keys or reading glasses or wondering what I am about. Starts and stops. My grandson was intrigued by my expression of “losing my mind”. What does that mean, he asked. Fortunately, he has an incredible memory and can fill in my blanks as my mind is more and more untethered from linear thinking or patterns.

Pop of color amongst the dried grasses.

Pop of color amongst the dried grasses.

The waves of energy are more subtle these days. I find myself feeling quiet, removed yet not the void sensation. No highs, no lows. More muted, but full. Appreciating all about me with so much love. Desiring simplicity, moving in sync with the energies. Days of physical activity and days of dropping down deep in the lulls. Nights like this of wakefulness, naps that overtake me, hours of couch time, staring out at the trees or glued to netflix movies. Something deep within stirring causing a knowing that the half life I have existed in for so long, is coming to an end. I sense vitality, adventure, and enthusiasm beckoning. I have moments of tasting this….there were moments today. Other times, it all feels distant. I know that I am ready. I have been for quite awhile. Whatever is to come, I open to it. Savoring the sweetness of all that is. And it is good.

 

Solstice Soaring In

Mount Shasta beguiling always.

Mount Shasta beguiling always.

I just awoke with an intense feeling of appreciation for my life. I thanked the Creator for this life, thanked my beloved for the loving support that melts my heart, thanked my angels and all the light beings who surround me in each moment, thanked my heart for expanding each day in its capacity to love, thanked this body elemental which has been such an amazing trooper through all the changes and challenges of this ascension journey. I thanked the birds singing a greeting to the dawn outside my window, thanked the breeze for flowing over me with its pine scented freshness, thanked the creek below the house whose motion charges the air with enlivening vibrations, thanked Mount Shasta for her presence which calms and strengthens me, thanked this dawn for its stillness and pink cloud beauty. I thanked this computer and wifi connection that allows me to lie here and connect to the world. Everything is a blessing on this day of days.

It has been amazing to witness the emptying and infilling of my cellular structure. Last week there was a day that I awoke at 3 a.m. with my heart radiating intense pain. Oh, deep breath as the dream played itself through my being. It was full of pain from this lifetime, of the years that I experimented with victim consciousness and martyrdom. Ouch! It flowed through with a red hot heat. I blessed it for all the learning that it had given me, surrounded it in violet flame and let it move through me. I went out and stood on the ground and looked up at the stars to let their energy infill me.

liquidlovelight streaming

liquidlovelight streaming

It has been a time of releasing to make room for the blessings that we are being  showered with by all that is Love. It has been a dreamy, expanded experience for me. Floating through these days, long naps needed, not much appetite as the swirls of nausea move about. I could not look to the future without encountering bouts of nausea. I am moving from Mount Shasta in a couple of days. I could not get a handle on anything but the departure date. Tentative plans to camp, travel with others that spiraled about me, finding no landing strip. Planning has not been part of my life these past years as I moved into the flow and allowed Sophia, my I AM presence, to guide me. Now there is no separation, as more and more aspects are grounded in this body.

I could see a window open over Yellowstone and the Grand Teton area. I knew this was important, the completing of the past two summers weaving. I asked for assistance to step into the window, make the necessary plans as I am traveling with another. Her intention had been to head to Colorado with me and fly back as I continued my travels to Wyoming and Montana. As I viewed it, it would dissolve into that swirling spiral that made me ill. Later in the day, map in hand, I saw an arc light up from her home on the California/Oregon border to Yellowstone. Oh! We are to go there together and take the northern route. She said yes when she heard the new plan. The arc north and return south felt smooth and fluid. I was even able to get a reservation for the 4th of July in Yellowstone! I spoke with my elder son later that day and discovered that he would be in Yosemite that weekend. We laughed at the perfection as I for days I found myself saying Yosemite when I was thinking, Yellowstone. The line of connection is significant as our triad will be working together with the mountain ranges and underground systems. The dates are important also. Timing is crucial and I know that we will all hit our marks beautifully.

Summer...kids, dog, water....

Summer…kids, dog, water….

The summer of love! It is here and we are all being changed in new and wondrous ways. Our earth is beginning to shimmer with new energies and our cells are responding. It is time to allow the dreaminess, to rest in nature and let her fill us. I feel a strength pouring in, my body receiving the elixir of love from the earth that flows upward to meet the Creator’s love streaming in. The heart, the meeting place, a cauldron of fire. I go within to merge with this flame. Liquidlovelight ablaze. It feeds me, nourishes me, comforts me, inspires me. We are blessed.

Savor every moment! We will not pass this way again. All is changing. We are being offered freedom on an unimaginable scale. The 4th of July will proclaim much more than this country’s independence. It will be a claiming of our freedom from all the programming of old as well as a claiming of our birthright as creator beings to live in a world of peace and love. Hallelujah!

Windows of Opportunity Open and Close

Geese moved to the rooftop as we left the meadow.

Geese moved to the rooftop as we left the meadow.

The energies swirl and shift like the wind. I am so aware of divine timing. When the timing lines up, you are given the opportunity to go and it behooves one to move quickly! I was not feeling that I could make the drive to Sacramento to get my dear friend in place for her departure. I opened to what other possibilities were present. My friend knew of possible ride with a couple she had recently met. She sent off a message while I showered and prepared for the day. I began to gather things as if to go, without thinking I was going. Suddenly, I knew that we had a window to depart…was given five minutes. My friend responded with alacrity and we were in the car. One thing remained to be done with the mountain to complete this phase of our work. First, fuel ..stop for coffee and bagel in town. Felt into where we were required to be. An image of the meadow with the boardwalk floated in, yes! Off we went. We parked next to two geese sitting on the edge of the road. We walked quickly down the boardwalk, my friend setting the pace. I felt where she would stop and we would begin. She did stop in that spot, we shed our shoes and socks, stood in the snow and…her arms flew as she did what she was called to. For me, a deep, loud toning began instantly, surprising me with its intensity. Just as suddenly it stopped, we dried our feet, put on our shoes, went back to our car and headed off. We flew down the road, carried in the sunshine and warmth.

The layers of clouds that opened and closed with the sun on our drive.

The layers of clouds that opened and closed with the sun on our drive.

There were to be four of us gathered, we were to be in the meditation room at a friend’s house. The friend from Scotland had not been in that room despite having spent days at the house. She knew it was not time, now it was. We sat outside, soaking in the sunshine, laughing and enjoying the information that came through us for one another. It was playful and nourishing. The room called, time to move in. We had crystal and Tibetan bowls, gathered the skulls and crystal beings who asked to join us. We sat anchoring the four directions, each knowing her place. The space opened and it all began. Bowls and voices sang songs ancient and deep, dialogues in other languages, translated by the heart, came through from other lands and time. We were our ancient selves, come again, on time for an appointment set from ages long passed. How deep the love and knowing of our souls! Each played our part, all acting in one accord, flowing harmoniously through time and space. Many joined in, a celebration and acknowledgment of a phase completed. Future gatherings shown.

I trust the universe and myself, so completely. All is known as we open our hearts to it. We are becoming more fluid as that is how we are able to flow with the energies. If we try to push against the current, we get battered.  By aligning and allowing and attuning, we catch the wave that will carry us farthest with the most ease and joy. Our times of being rolled under the surf lessen and we experience the exhilaration of riding the crest with the spray dancing its joy across our bodies.

Crystal beings playing.

Crystal beings playing.

I do not understand most of what I do. I feel it, follow it, open to it and allow myself to be the purest chalice that I am able to in any moment. I sense the acknowledgment from my Christed aspect when I hit my mark and deliver my lines beautifully. I am grateful to be of service. I need not know the whole picture, but rather know that I have played the part I have been given to the best of my ability.

As my Scottish friend left on the plane, I left by car. Grateful to be back here in Mount Shasta to dream and rest with the mountain. The next phase begins. Body worn but a vision of playful rejuvenation has been given. Oh! It could happen like that?! Opening to this next moment with a full heart. How beautifully we are learning to play this game. It gets so much more fun as we each begin you trust our gifts and let our light shine. I love us all! Thank you for playing your part!

 

 

Eclipse Cycle Complete, Now?

Snow! Magical day here in Mount Shasta.

Snow! Magical day here in Mount Shasta.

The past few days have been interesting. I have needed lots of rest. There has been some newness in the emptiness and quietness inside. Waking from sleep with my mind looking for a tether, a foothold to begin the day. Finding none, it has been a bit frantic. I watch thoughts arise and disappear, the usual stickiness is not there. My mind searches through the familiar scroll: kids, friends, place to live. None if it offers a perch, a resting spot. I breathe and allow myself to stretch and move in this space. Is this where expansion takes place? Is this what is meant? Slightly unnerving but I am here.

Until I am not…now one in the morning, listening to today’s magical snowfall dripping off the roof. I sense how it is nourishing the earth with its moisture. Suddenly a thought popped in about my car. The engine check light came on earlier. I took it to the garage and had it looked at. The guy said he cleared the code, it was a fourth gear torque converter error. He told me he did not work on transmissions , I would need to go elsewhere for that. We had a nice chat, I then went off to take my friend, who is visiting from Scotland, around to the shops in town. We are planning on driving to Sacramento in the morning as she flies out the next day.

I felt no unease about the car…just that she is old, a 1995 with a ton of miles from my years of traversing this country and Canada. At some point, I felt we would both be getting our new forms…she her Pegasus body, me my light body. Both so us look and feel a bit worse for wear and could do with an upgrade. I had felt it would come before me having to take action in the physical. I have become very fond of Maxie and did not want to replace her.

Blossoms frozen

Blossoms frozen

Yet, my mind suddenly latched on to this error code and it came washing in with an urgent energy…is the car safe to make an eight hour round trip? It had not even occurred to me during the whole garage experience though I took it in to be checked. I had been in the day before as I had smelled gas. The guy could not find any leaks anywhere. He checked it again today…let it run for ten minutes, nothing. I went in search of the paper where he wrote down this error code, tried looking it up on Maxima forums but it is like a foreign language to me.

No idea what any of it means except perhaps I need to begin to have a couple of friends, who know about such things, start searching for a new used car for me. Now 1:20a.m. and that spin cycle has completed. I”ll call my mechanic in Sacramento in the morning for any insight and proceed as planned …or not! It all feels softer, as if I am viewing life through a filter. The highs and lows muted. A gentleness present within and without.

So the peace and quiet is there, until it is something else. I realize I do not feel up to this trip, wanting only to sink in to days I can sleepwalk through. Yet my moods shift with the energies and I know the joy will surface and point out the timing that flows. I do sense a return to more solitude and my own rhythm. This morning I went out for a joy filled walk in the winter wonderland that was today. I felt quickened and enlivened with the big wet snowflakes falling about. I came in and made us some French toast, delicious! Then my body craved sleep, I felt like the scene from The Wizard of Oz where they all fell asleep in the poppy fields. That drugged feeling where you are taken down deep. I could have slept for hours. We had planned to leave today but my body was not agreeing nor was the weather with its winter storm warnings on the pass.

Living in the mist...between worlds, shimmering.

Living in the mist…between worlds, shimmering.

In all, wonderment is present. Gratitude a constant. Spaciousness being explored. Body still integrating with sleep and insomnia playing their parts. Healthy foods are not the fuel at present, switched from green to brown…French fries and burger hit the spot as my body craved warm density that my usual roasted root veggies did not provide. Trusting her to know what she needs. Heart feels expanded, a rich softness flowing.

I am here, you are here. We are doing so well! Much has been accomplished, flickers of knowing flare inside. Steady on, heartlights turned to high beam. And so we go.

 

Powerful Days

Heart cloud floating on Mount Shasta.

Heart cloud floating on Mount Shasta.

Time is morphing, creating interesting days. A day can contain an age of energy, a month can disappear. Today was dense, hard to recall where it began. I have not slept much the past couple of nights and tonight seems to be following the same pattern. Last night I watched a mist arise outside, it felt full of magic. This morning as I went outside to stand barefoot on the ground and soak up the rays from the sun that was dissolving the mist, I felt a new energy arise from the earth. It was light and bubbly. The birds were singing loudly in the trees, the cool air felt energizing, the creek rushed by in the gully below, infused with the recent rains. Blessed, I felt blessed.

Seven white doves appeared in front of my car as I went to drive. I learned that a neighbor has a dovecote. They were so beautiful in their pure whiteness. Blessed, I felt blessed.

I met a new friend, soul family from other ages, for a hike up Spring Hill. Amazing hike, new to me. There were a couple of benches and picnic tables (Boy Scouts’ Eagle projects..well done) placed along the way that looked out on views of the mountain. Someone was given permission to cut branches off some mighty trees to frame the views. Blessed, I felt blessed.

A huge heart rock listening to our beloved talk.

A huge heart rock listening to our beloved talk.

Heart rocks appeared every few feet on the trail. As my friend and I stopped, deep in discussion about beloveds, she said, “look there”. A huge heart rock was lying on its side right next to us. We shared our understanding of the beloved relationship, our conversation creating a greater understanding and depth of knowing. We reflected for one another the journey we have been on, drawing strength from our shared experiences and visions. Blessed, I felt blessed.

I came home after hours outdoors on this day of mega solar activity, hungry and tired. I had half of a burrito in the fridge, leftover from yesterday’s stop at a cafe, which I consumed in a frenzy of need. I had stopped to fill my water bottle at the headwaters’ spring, I guzzled it and retreated to the silence and peace of my room and bed. The head pressure has mounted throughout the day. I lie in my bed and watched the light play across the mountain face, clouds casting fantastic shadows. As evening came on, I watched a pink glow light up its face. Then all retreated into the shadows of night. Blessed, I felt blessed.

View from my bed.

View from my bed.

Darkness is here. I spoke with both my sons, checking in on how they were doing. Sharing our experiences of this day. New insights abounded, greater alignment to our truth for all. I looked out my window and saw the sky full of brilliant stars. They called me out and I found myself standing barefoot on the ground, looking up and calling out greetings to our star family. I recalled that it was only this morning that I had stood in the same spot, feeling the freshness of the day. Blessed, I felt blessed.

Bird observing the morning mist roll away. Me observing the bird!

Bird observing the morning mist roll away. Me observing the bird!

I stopped in the kitchen on the way back up to my room and filled a bowl with chocolate almonds and pieces of ginger. The perfect combination for my late night tummy. Sometimes sugar is all that satisfies. I wanted to make a cooling smoothie but the vita mixer is so loud and the hour too late with roommates to consider. It will have to wait for morning. I found a sweet video on youtube, a romance. Light and dear and just right for late night. Blessed, I felt blessed.

Now it is about to become a new day. Perhaps my body will sleep. The train whistles its lonely sound across town. Somehow I am comforted by its whistle. Canadian geese fly overhead a few times a day. I hear them come through the trees behind the house and watch as they fly over , out the window to the front. Their honking comforts me also, a frequency transmitted that is adding to the wonder that is building. All of creation is participating in this time.  Blessed, we are blessed.

Sweet mountain, I love her so.

Sweet mountain, I love her so.

Every part of me is spent. Yet I am quivering with energy. The air is charged with this newness. The earth is vibrating it, my body simply humming along with the rest. There is no knowing how, what, when, where all this will lead. But the energy is building. I know I am working 24/7 on inner and outer planes. This is it! cries my soul. I can sense the frenzy, the aligning of the highest possibilities for all……awe inspiring, truly. We are creating this along with so many others. The scale is beyond my human capacity to comprehend. I sense it, I am part of it, knowing and not knowing anything. Open to all. Heart on fire. Will I even survive it in the physical? Matters not. I am here. I asked for this. I asked to be a full participant. Blessed, I know myself blessed.

 

Mount Shasta Calls Me Home

My first walk, with the lovely blue bridge and Shasta.

My first walk, with the lovely blue bridge and Shasta.

My second night here, lying in bed with a view of the mountain in her wintry white coat. Last night I was awake every hour, vivid dreams, intense head pressure, the nausea inducing kind. It is a sign of an activation for me, a rewire of the circuitry. Breathing through it, drinking gallons of this fresh mountain water. The air flows in the window, freshened by the creek running in the gully behind the house, infused with the pine trees’ scent that line the pathway to the creek as it spills into the lake. Bliss for me to walk out the back door into woods that lead to one of my favorite lakes, Lake Siskiyou. It is a great reflecting mirror for Mount Shasta and a wonderful place to swim come summer.

Mount Shasta has sent me on many code carrying errands over the years, from Sante Fe, New Mexico to Mount Hood in Washington to the mountains in the South Island of New Zealand and beyond. I have been taken into the inner lands of a Telos, the city under the mountain inhabited by our Agarthen family. I have stood on top of the mountain with Adama, the high priest of Telos to view an eclipse along with my brothers and sisters. Last night was a first as the mountain herself pulled me in and held me in her embrace. Sweetness and a deep sigh of relief. Ours is truly a love affair. I am so grateful that I once again responded to her call to receive this homecoming.

The redbuds were flames blooming along my drive north.

The redbuds were flames blooming along my drive north.

The heavy lifting of the past years is melting with so much else. All that brought us to this now is no more. We have entered a new landscape which requires a new response. March is ushering in change on a huge scale and we are ready! Our hearts lead and are skilled at following the threads that weave our new firmament. On my drive up to Shasta, a friend called to say that she saw me weaving earth and sky. I laughed at the beauty of my work. Yes, I am a weaver of liquidlovelight. I work with the elementals and elements to create. They are so eager to partner with us, to join in the weaving. My heartlight turns on, fueled by my intention and we begin our dance of co-creation. I understand little yet bow to my heart’s deeper wisdom and follow her lead.

We are being asked to let go of everything we love in each moment, (this echoed in my being as I hugged my family goodbye) in order to be open to receive with the next breath. We are called to presence in each breath, receive, let go. We have been taught to hold on, when the emotions are ones we enjoy and push away those that cause discomfort. We have grown. We now know that we can be open to all that comes into our world with a grateful heart, knowing that it is all orchestrated for us, by us. How amazing and awe inspiring this is!

Diamond light dancing on Lake Siskiyou.

Diamond light dancing on Lake Siskiyou.

I have been noticing miracles everywhere, a softening, a melting of hard edges. The miracles are found in our inner world. A friend shared how she felt her heart melting in her relationships. She had not known that she had erected a barrier, a space that she did not allow others to pass. Now that space was dissolving and her heart wept tears at the love she felt flowing through, melting all in its wake. A miracle! Another friend described her trust in herself growing, her inner knowing coming on strong. A miracle! I am finding the letting go easier as my absolute faith and trust in this evolutionary process is a deep hum in my chest. A tone of such love, such beauty and oneness. All miracles!

We are all showing up for the grand parade of eclipses and equinoxes and universal lovelight that is raining down upon us. Yes, we are ready for this change. We have asked for it, cried out for peace to flood our world. We have remembered that it begins within our own hearts, our own inner landscape. We know how to let go…let go of old hurts and sorrows, let go of past joys. Let it all go so as to experience the new. We have learned to be gentle with ourselves, to cherish and celebrate our humanness. We have let go of perfection, of striving after an ideal to embrace the beauty of our own beings.

I am at the mountain gate and strolling down Wonderland Blvd! Join me!

I am at the mountain gate and strolling down Wonderland Blvd! Join me!

It is time. We are here. I feel your heart next to mine. What strength and beauty! We are creating this new earth together, one heart, one people, one love. We cannot fail. Our future selves’ laughter and joy assure us it is already done. Now there is the walking through it, the living of it. Savor it all as our world transforms just as our hearts have. Take note of the wonders and watch them grow. Fed with gratitude, all blooms in delight. I love your bloom as well as my own. Beauty abounds!

Infusion of Beauty

First day's sunset on the ocean. liquidlovelight!

First day’s sunset on the ocean. liquidlovelight!

 

I am back from a wonderful trip that infused my cells and renewed my heart. My younger son and I drove north to visit a friend on the northern California coast. It was such a delight to travel together as he is the most companionable of companions. As an artist, he shares my sensitivity to beauty in all its forms. My friend lives in an old farmhouse that she and her husband resurrected, decades ago, from condemned status to a sanctuary that sustains them with its gardens and animals. There are a few sheep and chickens, a greenhouse, raised garden beds, bees, flowers,  berry producing vines and bushes, a wonderful dog, a fire pit, and easy access to the deep mysteries of the redwoods and a coastline of beaches and rivers to play in.

One reason for the trip was to take a basketful of crystals to be released into the ocean and rivers for healing of the effects of Fukushima. Friends and I had prayed and done ceremony with the crystals for a couple of months until we were given the signal that it was time for their release. I am grateful for the timing as it allowed us to shift from the idea of healing the waters to offering our love to the waters. It may turn out that the radiation is for our evolution, we do not know the larger implications of what is taking place. I have let go of healing anything or anyone and instead offer a field of love to all. I trust love to know what is best, surrendering to the Creator in all things.

My son tossing a crystal into the sea.

My son tossing a crystal into the sea.

Each day we tossed crystals from cliffs and shorelines, allowing them to do their magic. My friend’s husband, a hunter/fisherman, took some with him on his boat and sent them flying with love. My friend saw them standing upright in the waters, each connecting to the others, radiating out beams of light as they connected to the grid about our earth.

I was also in need of an infusion of beauty. We went to the redwood forests nearby to retrieve a crystal that my friend had been directed to place in a magnificent grandfather tree last July for one of the alignments. It was now time to return to her and her smile was broad when she found it still in the tree. This forest felt more ancient and wild than any of the other redwood forests that I have been to. A few minutes walk in and IMG_5667my heart was so filled with the trees’ presence that I sobbed and sobbed in gratitude for all that they have held for humanity. I knew that I had once stood amongst them,  my roots digging in the damp mossy ground and my branches flung upwards to the sky. The finest of nature’s cathedrals, inspired hushed tones as we walked in reverence and joy. The greens and browns soothed my soul as I leaned against the rough bark and drank deep of the humus bouquet in the air. The sun filtered through, illuminating various scenes as our necks craned upward following trees whose tops were lost to our sight. We were gifted mightily. The trees and elementals whispered their gratitude for our light flowing in and amongst them, an exchange of such mutual delight, a tone of harmony and love. Our trip was to hone this tone, to know it on a cellular level, so as to emanate it with each breath and step we take.

IMG_5745The ocean with its jutting rocks and craggy shores, leapt in joy and surprising warmth. I went barefoot for part of each day to soak the salt and fresh water, the rocks and dirt, leaves and needles, into my being. Icy rivers ran into dancing ocean waves, seagulls playing in the vortex created as they flowed into oneness. Sunsets streamed their colors, searing my heart anew each day while the full moon rose to offer its cool brilliance to the night sky. A handful of days, offering all of nature’s bounty to us in love. We opened to receive this gift through all of our senses, stepping into the newness of the amplified energies of this year.

We ate fresh food from the garden and fish and meat offered from the water and land. We drank water from Mount Shasta’s headwaters, energized with her pristine light. Everything was alive and speaking to us with such love. We felt encapsulated in a bubble of harmony, four passengers on the ship, New Earth, sailing merrily along.

Mount Shasta

Mount Shasta

Mount Shasta bathed us in love as we picnicked on her slopes as part of our journey south. The peace we felt rendered us mute as we lay against our rock backrest. The love is gaining substance, you can almost scoop it up like the handful of snow I tossed at my son on the mountain. It is permeating our beings, we can drink liquidlovelight, eat love, breathe in love, be caressed by love. It is showering down upon us with the sun’s every ray, splintering our fields into the rainbow light that we are.

Rocks and ocean behind=happy woman

I had a dream while away where an aspect of myself came and told me I had 6% and indicating that more of me was ready to flow in. What? Am I embodying only 6% of who I truly am? I pondered this until it came clear through a conversation with a friend. We so need one another to illuminate our truth! She asked if it referred to the 6% that remained to be cleared in my field. Yes, that was it, said my body, with huge nods of confirmation. As I used my Mother Sekhmet gifted sword of truth on us both, and felt the shattering of more that no longer serves, we heard that it was now 4% remaining. All is to be cleared before the end of this month as February represents flying into our freedom! Woohoo! It is not the numbers that matter, it is the note that can ring clear and true from our hearts. We are all tuning our instruments, anticipating the conductor’s lift of the baton. Oh, the music we are about to make! The angels are taking their seats in anticipation of the glory. We are master musicians, one and all. Find your seat, we are about to begin!

Deepening of December: Wondering Giving Way to Wonder

IMG_5222Lately it has just quieted down and I feel peace and joy in every simple thing. My world is very small and yet expansive right here on this little suburban lot. Grateful for the times like my recent trip to Shasta with friends, some play in the magic that I love but no more so than the quiet day I have just had at home with my son. We planted bulbs, feeling the spring beauty as we did so. Neither of us knows if we will be here to see the blooms, feels like a no, but in this now moment, it was time to plant bulbs. I am so grateful for where I am. LIving each day as if I live here because I do live here now!!

Sounds so simple but for the past few years of wandering, I have had the sense of impermanence. Wondering where my place was on the earth, searching for community, wondering what my purpose was. Now all of that has fallen away. I am here now. The past and the future do not grip or push or pull me. There is no more seeking. The noise of all that wondering has receded. Ha, wondering……my word of late is wonder. The old way of wondering where my mind went in circles has left and my new sense of wondering is about awe, a deep reverence that wells up for the beauty that is ever present. It happened as I moved from my head to my heart. Wondering transformed into wonder.

It is so freeing as I am left fully present for the bird song, for the fire dancing in the hearth, for a shared moment of laughter and the cold of the frosty lawn that I just walked barefoot on to say good morning to Mother Earth. Everything becomes a blessing, every place, holy. I had read and heard of that but never fully experienced it until now. I know its truth.

One of my little figures, communing with our mother.

One of my little figures, communing with our mother.

I am so comfortable in my body. There is rest and ease with her as I tend to her every desire. I read a quote from Osho, an Indian master and the part that struck me was about letting your lion roar. What I took from that was when we allow ourselves to fully express and feel all of our feelings, joy, sorrow, anger, irritation……we keep the stream clear and flowing in our bodies. As he says, “then the lion can come in and go out” freely. There is then rest to be found in the body. But when we bottle things up, allow stagnation, there is no clear space to rest inside. I no longer seek to avoid anything, rather embrace it all as the love it is. I also no longer try to hold on to what I deem good as I fully trust that I am ever evolving into more love, more joy, more beauty. I know that I live in abundance in every area of my life and live that knowing.

A dragonfly on a hummingbird's nest that a friend found in her yard. Wonder

A dragonfly on a hummingbird’s nest that a friend found in her yard. Wonder

The sense of wonder and curiosity are present as I play witness to the outer world. Hearts are opening like flowers, folks so desirous to be the truth of love that they are. My interactions are few, I so appreciate my friends who go out and spread their light in the working world each day. My calling is to hold a specific tone, deeply. It is my work and I am well suited for it. My personality self has had its times of resistance, wanting it to be different, but all that has shifted. The years of driving around the country seeding lovelight were hard but fortunately, I did not realize how hard at the time. I love how my I AM presence coaxes me along each step of the path, telling me whatever story I need to hear to take the quickest path home. Now I feel such a sense of privilege for the part I have been assigned. I am grateful for the soul family that flow into and out of my world as we encourage and acknowledge one another. I am grateful for space in this house and the tender community we have created here. I am grateful for the flow of my days, a gentle wave that offers deep peace.

I am grateful to each one of you for sounding your note, finding your truth, walking your path with such courageous hearts. Know that you are cared for and loved in ways we can hardly comprehend. That knowing has been imparted to me, bit by bit, and it sets my heart afire. They call us “the legends” for what we are doing. Stand in that knowing and give your lion free rein. These are the times of wonder.

Dark Lord Dissolves in All of Us

Mount Shasta reflected.

Mount Shasta reflected.

The magic of Mount Shasta continued over the Thanksgiving holiday. After our feast, we pulled cards and I received, Wonder. That has been my word of late as I witness it unfold all about me. The next morning, we went to see a dear friend. For a couple of weeks, I had had the sense that my friend and I were to help her reclaim a part of her essence. It took the third member of our trinity to bring it about as well as the magic knife that I was gifted. As I used the knife to cut away an old energy that felt sticky and sludge like, I received a download of information. What was coming off of her, was also coming off of the planet herself and so many on her. It was a shell that held physical pain and limitation. Mother Sekhmet and her knife, shattered it. I knew suddenly that a part of my friend’s soul had been captured by a dark lord and hidden in another dimension. The knife was able to retrieve this for her. We are in the time of retrieving all of our soul aspects that have been hidden. We have to let go of the old programming to make room for more of our beauty and truth to land in. As the old energy released, it sought to attach to any of us there. We used the charcoal/platinum crystal bowl to clear our fields as well as the knife to cut away all falseness that any of us held. We cautioned our friend to treat herself as a newborn baby, with great gentleness as it would take a few days for this aspect to anchor in. This meant that she had to say no to some guests who were planning on coming as well as events she was to participate in. We are called to honor ourselves when we are deep in transformation, and not dilute it. In this way, we open a field that steps outside of time and allows gifts to be brought to the fore. We honor our I AM presence by being present with it as she/he descends more fully into our physical forms.

This felt like the interdimensional aspect of the knife cutting through.

This felt like the interdimensional aspect of the knife cutting through.

On the drive back home, I felt the dark lord. I knew that he and I had been battling for eons of time, playing our roles of light and dark. I saw how his energy had worked through many in my life, at times attempting to end my life. I looked at him in his fierce guise and invited him into my heart. I stated my intention out loud and my “elder sister ” of a friend, felt a “No” rise up in her. She then heard, “It is ok, she can handle this.” All of the mothers who had graced me with their frequencies of love, opened in my heart and drew him in. It was the most exquisite feeling, melting all the dark into the liquidlovelight. Oh my! Laughter and tears as I knew him for the white knight that he is. His brilliance lit my heart like a floodlight that burned layers deep. He presented to my mind’s eye, all the ghastly images that he had used in the past, to frighten me. We laughed together as I now knew them to be masks which he hid his light behind. I saw the reverberations of his removing his mask and letting go of that role. He is off a stature that is other dimensional, I felt archangel and yet, beyond that. Certainly, all of earth, felt his change. So much shadow was released into the light of the sun. The earth felt the lightening as did many on her. I could see his former energy released from those who had worn his mask for me. I saw the quaking as their beings felt the release and the subsequent void it created.

My friend's Tibetan temple guardian statue, named Wee-To. He is aligning the knife with his truth.

My friend’s Tibetan temple guardian statue, named Wee-To. He is aligning the knife with his truth.

I have spent the last few days, dancing with this being. Oh, the love we have for one another! I honor him for his strength and courage to play the dark role, leaving me to the easier one of light. To stand in the truth of the light we are, is a gift beyond measure. I have held a protective mother’s comforting arm about all who are feeling this shadow aspect depart. It can be very unsettling and scary. Knowing that all of nature abhors a vacuum and seeks to fill it, I set my intention, with the Mothers, to hold a shield in place until each soul can call in their own beauty and I AM presence to fill the void. I am privileged to play this role along with so many others on the planet as we act as midwives or birthers of the new frequencies. I am grateful for my sister beings who I work with, as we open ourselves in full trust of one another, to act our parts. I am grateful for my dark lord, white knight……beautiful being who now dances with my soul. The illusion is crumbling, we are on shaky ground as what we believed to be true, shatters to allow in the new light.

Remember that home is in our hearts, there is nothing in the outer world to support us. Surrender and let go, knowing that we are held always in the Creator’s arms. Our mothers are here, singing a lullaby. Allow yourself to be carried on the wings of their song to the ocean of your own truth. May all beings awaken to their own beauty, may all beings know peace. (my heart’s perpetual song.)

The elemental with his O mouth mirroring my wonder.

The elemental with his O mouth mirroring my wonder.

Over skype, I showed a soul sister in Scotland, the gifted knife. She saw the elemental face peeking out with his own sense of wonder. I love this new world that takes all of us, the elemental, angelic, galactic kingdoms; combining and co-creating our fields of light, to see the fullness of the beauty that is there. I love how we hid the jewels of truth so well, intending that it would take three here, four there and a pair here, to unlock the codes, to turn the keys. We wrote this play and have reached consensus that it will indeed be a fairy tale with a happy ever after ending. I have always believed in them and now I know this one to be true. To the wonder of it all.

 

 

Magic on Mount Shasta

The sundial bridge aligning us with the solar energy to come.

The sundial bridge aligning us with the solar energy to come.

About a month ago, I was shown a vision of myself with two friends during the Thanksgiving holidays.  One lives close by and the other lives in Colorado. I shared the vision and the one in Colorado had a knowing she would be journeying for Thanksgiving but not knowing where. It all came together and a few hours after picking my Colorado friend up from the airport, we were all on our way up to Mount Shasta, where she had never been. We stopped at the beautiful sundial bridge in Redding for a walk and then traveled into the hills where glimpses of Mount Shasta surprise you around bends and turns in the road. Oh, she is a beautiful mountain.

 

Mount Shasta through the trees.

Mount Shasta through the trees.

We all began to feel a physical sensation, my knees were like electrical conduits, another’s thighs and another’s shoulders. Then Adama, the high priest of Telos’ fame, came into me and spoke. I knew of him but had never had any direct or conscious experiences. He is the leader of the city of Telos, which is under Mount Shasta.  He greeted us and told me that he was the one who put the vision in my mind as the three of us had an appointment to work together at this time. He thanked us for heeding the call. He spoke of continuing earth changes and our roles as pillars of peace and comfort to others. He spoke of the ascension and the rising of people’s consciousness and the new energies that were being gifted to the earth at this time. All the realms were assisting humanity with gifts of love. Our trinity was needed to anchor these new frequencies deep within the mountain.  Divine timing is critical as one thing builds upon another. He spoke of the throne room and pointed out our chairs.  One of my friends questioned him about this room and he laughed and reminded her of her familiarity with this room. His energy was expansive and loving.

A chlld's chalk drawing on the sundial bridge that spoke of hearts with wings.

A chlld’s chalk drawing on the sundial bridge that spoke of hearts with wings.

The divine mothers then came in, one by one, and wove their tapestries of light into my heart. Each had its own color and tone which I absorbed as they were woven into my heartspace. Mother Mary, Lady Nada, Isis, Kuan Yin, White Tara, Kali and Mother Sekhmet and others I was not familiar with.  Ribbons, extending from the weavings, were connected to every man, woman and child on the planet. I had had this experience with Mother Mary, this past summer, as she entrained my heart with her own. This had allowed me to feel the heartbeat of humanity and hear their cries for peace. This was that experience magnified a thousand fold by all the other divine feminine beings. I felt my body being “screwed” into the center of the earth. It looked like I was wearing a parachute, with all the ribbons descending with me and then the fabric of the chute following like a billowing cloud. I heard appreciation from them as they were in need of a physical anchor to set their frequencies deep in our mother earth’s crystalline core. This new energy is now available to be accessed by humanity as our vibrations have risen to accept this frequency of love. Each ribbon, a heart connected to Mother Earth’s heart, beating in unison. Oh, how she loves each of us!

The sentinels at ascension rock.

The sentinels at ascension rock.

As we drove into town, it became clear that we were to head straight up the mountain. The road was only open to Bunny Flats which turned out to be a blessing as from the back seat, I witnessed one friend doze off and put my hands on the shoulders of the driver to keep her awake. We could not have gone any further. We pulled into the parking lot, reclined the seats and were immediately carried off by sleep. It was surreal, like being in the poppy fields in the Wizard of Oz.  I felt us enter an elevator, heard the whoosh as it descended in a nauseating rush, saw the doors open to a greeting committee and then I was asleep. We all awoke together, with heavy limbs and tongues unable to speak. Eventually, the sun lured us out to sit on the snow in the trees. Our bodies needed the sunlight to fully awaken back to this reality. We took our three crystal skull friends out with us and enjoyed a bit of gentle snowball play. Our limbs were still heavy and physical activity was limited. We went into town, bought some crystals and headed to our motel. We created an altar in our room, lit candles, drank a glass of wine in celebration and rested. We were taken into the throne room and felt a new jewel being added to our crowns. Emerald, ruby and diamond…….dazzling in their light. Later we were able to drive a half mile down the road for some pizza. Often after high energy work, my body grounds through eating dense food. It was delicious.

Leo in his sling, cedar jewels in my hair.

Leo in his sling, cedar jewels in my hair

The next morning we awoke to clear sunny skies. I was dealing with some discomfort from my dragon wings and was stretching and flexing them. I looked out the window in that moment and a dragon cloud was riding over the mountain! We were given continual confirmation of what we were feeling. We had breakfast in town and visited the peace garden before heading up the mountain once again. We were guided to go to ascension rock. As we walked to the rock, a piece of wood lit up in front of me. I picked it up in wonder as it felt familiar, like a ceremonial knife, in my hand. I set it in a tree nook to check on our way back, not sure as yet if I was to take it. We hiked up to the huge pile of boulders. I had my skull, Leopold III, in a sling on my body, like a baby. As I was climbing, I bent over and he tumbled from the sling. He did a flip and landed face up, in a crevice a few feet deep. I scrambled to retrieve him and was glad that he had only a minor scratch on his bottom. He enjoyed the tumble! We allowed the energies to guide us as to where to sit and commune. My friends felt themselves go within the rock, but I did not. I asked about this and was told that I was a gatekeeper and was in my position, guarding the entrance. I could feel the truth of this. IMG_5164

The knife as I found it.

The knife as I found it.

As we began our walk back, I was guided to collect the wooden knife. As I held it in my hand, Mother Sekhmet came in and addressed us. She assured me that the knife was mine, a gift from her and the elemental kingdom. She asked us to stand in a wide triangle shape, and she brought her energy through. Oh, she is mighty! I held the knife up to the sky and then brought the energies down to the earth. We all held our positions as the energy connected sky and earth. My friend cautioned me in the pointing of it as she felt it cut through dimensions and that it could easily send someone spinning into another plane of existence. We were to discover more of its power in the following days. Thanksgiving gratitude flowed freely as we journeyed down the mountain to celebrate with family and friends. How blessed we are!