Choir Adventures in Avalon

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Sometimes changes are subtle. Changes can be “quiet.” Small things can be Life-changing. And, some changes don’t make the 6 o’clock news.

The last week in May, I participated in another Pineal Tone Choir.  This year it was in England; Bath. Cute historic villages which dot the English Countryside where history gets written and then forgotten in legend; until we are reminded once again.  Bath is very close to the small and quaint town of Glastonbury—with a history that dates back thousands of years. I understand Jesus and his Uncle made three trading trips to Glastonbury; tin was the metal needed in Palestine at the time.  It was a village of natural sustenance; the place where we romanticize and connect with wandering musicians, poets, and hard fought battles. This was the place able to amplify human consciousness due to the strength of the invisible crystalline grid.  This was also the place able to amplify the desires that exist within every person—known as the “hero’s journey.” The place of King Arthur, Excalibur, The Stone and the Sword.

Last year, in France—400 people from 44 countries gathered for this extraordinary event.  This year there were 440 of us from 40 countries demonstrating the soul family exists outside of our biological family one: we are truly connected to one another in a very profound way.  Choir members feel like long-lost soul brothers and sisters. Was this the greater truth in our voyage to earth? Was the intention to own and amplify our magnificence?  And, in turn help the world to feel theirs as well? A vision and metaphor of what can be?

The Avalon Choir, gathered to sing tones that have been given to Dr. Todd who has a relationship with “those that set them up”—a light language—or quantum code—when sung in pairs with pure intention—open time capsules—and match up polarity points on Earth, change our DNA, and work to awaken new consciousness.  The changes are powerful. In fact the true power comes when the toning is combined with a Consciousness of Action. This action is leading us to a destination that human consciousness hasn’t seen before. Spurred on by the Procession of the Equinox—this 36 year window—is changing the course of humanity along with our Pure Intention.  And, one of the biggest take-aways—is “History will no longer drive the future!”  In-between the HA, HA, HA’s and the AUU, AUU, AUU’s there is perfection and harmony. We as a race are connected intimately and on a fast-track into our future.  And, that future includes LIGHT! Because the tones were developed for our biology by the Superhuman’s from the STARS who set them up, I would bet that we are right on schedule!

What else did we learn in England? We ARE from the STARS.  This is the creation story of the indigenous—and it is modern man’s too. As we move away from our dysfunction, we will begin to change the parameters, and see this system which will move us more deeply into the AGE of COMPASSION.

Glastonbury is where the legend of the Sword and the Stone originates. But it is bigger than this small village west of London. The sword we know has many names—and personalities.  Here it is called Excalibur; a master of its own, stuck in the Rock. The ROCK cannot be destroyed.  As with all great legends, we know the Rock with a Sword in it has been there a long time. The ROCK represents the Darkness of the Past. Who pulls it out of the stone?  The One who has destiny on their side—the energy of Light and the Magic carried inside.  We are the fifth civilization who has tried to pull the sword out—the four others before us failed. The name of the individual in this scenario? It is not man, or woman. It is the human being—or humanity—this civilization #5, and our destiny is change.

And, as the human steps up to the platform and looks at the sword; WE smile. We now know the Sword will come free. We have figured it out. We have the magic. We have a wizard. It’s called 23 pairs of chromosomes. Where does our personal superhuman wizard come from? It is in our DNA, given to us by our seed parents—the Pleiadians—and it is inside of us. Because we have their biology. It is not in a few—but in all of us. (plus the 24 pair which is multidimensional and therefore not yet “seen”.) We are ALL from the Stars. And, when we acknowledge our Wizard, we acknowledge the creation of the wizard as well. Today we may call it our higher-self. But the Magic we carry is God INSIDE. That is what our seed parents from the star system of the Seven Sisters—the Pleiadians gave to us.  And, when we grasped the sword and pull it out of the stone—“everyone” knew.  This is what happen in 2012. And, during that choir in Maui, when we held the Sword up high; the change began. The galaxy celebrated our achievement!

This is the Hero’s journey completed.  Yet, this is not the end of the story.  It’s only the completion Part I. This battle of darkness is one that we have begun with sincere and intense conviction. We have more Light than ever before, and we have a wizard helping us along the way.  And with our fellow Lightworkers—our companions—WE WILL PREVAIL. In every Hero’s journey, there is romance, victory,  great depth, intensity and emotion. ALL ours.

The name of the Sword is peace on Earth, and we know it by many names. The reward for the journey is they say, is not the peak for which we all strive. It is always the here and now. The journey of humanity is no different. And as the Sword (peace on Earth) starts to glisten and shine in the Light, We as humanity will take the Sword, walk it out of the station, ready to do battle with Darkness, knowing we have already won.

This is not the end of the journey—but a new beginning. We have entered a new Time. We have pulled out the sword—we have met the Wizard inside—and We now know we have help. We are illuminated and full of Light. Perhaps, one day it will be on the “6 o’clock news!” Until then, as Jefferson STARSHIP sang . . . “Nothing’s going to stop us now.”

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Cassadaga

orb-2Over the years the names Cassadaga and Lily Dale surface from time to time—some who visited the villages’ reported they were wowed by the experience—some, not-so-much.  And, so it was that our Matrix Energetics Healing Group decided to take take a field trip to the famous spiritual camp this past weekend and check it out for ourselves.

All of the fanfare of course is billed upon the unseen energies, spirits, mediums, ghosts, and the existence of life after death; a minuscule community established in 1894 by a man named Colby which is spread over 57 acres of outback land in Central Florida.  I certainly believed in these things—how could I channel—and counsel about spiritual things without such understanding or belief myself?  It was a given. Our lives and our natures were so much bigger than what we saw in the mirror everyday.

I don’t consider myself a “spiritualist”.  For that matter, the first time I was asked if I was a light worker, I just shrugged my shoulders and was confused by the question.  I was unfamiliar with the term a dozen years ago; now I feel the importance of the task. We are way showers and bridges to the future on earth; an expanded vision of who we really are.   I always knew that I didn’t fit well into mainstream not realizing I was an old soul; I heard the beat of my own drum and followed it.  Sure I had wisdom, but I thought everyone should have that “knowing” and knowledge buried deep—wherever those things were contained.  I smiled at how far my journey had led me.

I had come easily to grasp upon these expanded views that quickly surpassed my traditional upbringing; It was an intellectual archaeological dig of our true divine beginnings for me and I was open for something more; the quest was exciting.  There was always something that was limiting, untold or left out; a piece of the puzzle missing within the modern religious orders.  Had we done our best? Perhaps, it was just the churches fear of going to far.  Whatever that meant.  They wouldn’t  want to empower their followers after all; that meant less money in the coffers. Lol. Maybe more of a video game hierarchy  was closer to the truth. Each level gained more points.

Somewhere along the way, we had descended the evolutionary ladder—with our consciousness and DNA only working about a third or less of its true capability. The ancients’ views had been mocked or absent from our culture, a bias of sorts condemned to stray to far outside the keepers of theology, the study of divinity, truth and God.  It seemed to be a private club of power, knowledge and control. In the end, “we” became the conquerors of yesteryear, now  modern-day missionaries condemning the indigenous peoples beliefs as somehow wrong.  Just maybe, they knew something we did not?

Fast-forward back to the 21st century, this was a quest for me. A quest of reading and learning and being open-minded to more.  It was an exhilarating exploration that I yearned for—a truth seeker of sorts; those ideas and philosophies that resonated with my soul, not necessarily the neighbor next door.

The class and then tour began at 7:30 pm in Cassadaga but not without a slide presentation offering proof to those in the room—but what I already knew.  I had years of orbs, unexplained lights, shadows and “paranormal” energies already on my iPhone; they are everywhere.  More normal than we realize.

In spite of how the title and name looked, they were in their box; god was apart, outside and separated from ourselves.  There was nothing especially different except the external effort they put in trying to prove their theories.  I wanted to interject to the audience to use their discernment; it was not my place.  But I ask you now to use your discernment—and seek your truth—not someone else’s ideas passed down through the generations by some male authority figure outfitted colorful silk regalia.

Women have always provided the spiritual component in human relationships—it is one of our strengths and our gift.  Not just in this life time but over the eons humanity has been here working through the darkness to the light; humanities journey among the Universes and galaxies.  Since underneath our human costumes—we are part of God.  It’s time to let our magnificence shine.  After all the human soul is not really human.  Death is simply a transfer of energy.  Our pineal gland is sort of a human wi-fi device picking up information and translated into thoughts and words to guide, nudge and teach us.  I know it is always working.  (How else could I awaken from a deep sleep and ask if Joshua, my oldest son, had made it home from work during a part-time job in high school—only to find out he was not and the pickup truck he was driving would not start. We were there in an instant.How did I know?)  Something bigger and larger kept my family safe.

The biggest point before I close—is this is the planet of free choice—the choice to discover and know the divinity inside. And, no matter what the face of god looks to you,  it is triggered by our pure intent.  We are the one who must open the door; no one can do it for you.  Is it time to open the door and discover the god inside you? And, CLAIM it for your own.  Lighting the torch is easy–all it takes is a “YES”.

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“Each time you see or hear the word

God, think of the person next to you,

the family at work, or at play, and the

true essence of who you are at the core.

Do not think of a singular power higher than

yours somewhere in the sky.  It is you!

“Inspired Wellness from Within”

Cathrine Silver

Cathrinesilver.com

Rewriting the Future

IMG_1208.JPGThree days before, Ela and I had driven our way into town, and we comfortably checked into a room we would be sharing for the next five days; everything seemed to show its age.  The hustle and bustle of the historical old Arlington Hotel was visible.  I equated it to the strain of a faded late-model Chevy and a few too many miles.  No one was counting as the odometer had simply pooped out years before.  The driver, still happy she got him faithfully to town and back when the occasion arose.  And yet, for the most part, no one seemed to notice.  The town was more famous for our now past president’s boyhood home and the old bathhouse relics which lined the main street; in their prime 100+ years before.  I had come here to partake in another Pineal Toning Choir, an exercise and purpose that spoke to me on a level far beyond any conscious reasoning or logical sense; the pull was too great.  I had been registered eons before the 1924 construction date of the Arlington or before this territory was called Arkansas; even perhaps before the Native Americans called it their home recognizing its sacredness as something special.

Yet interestingly enough, half-way through the day of our pineal tones Crystalline Choir recording and final performance, I had a serious passing thought: could this really be real?  We were over seven billion on the planet and counting and I was in a group of 300 souls singing tones in real time—in a quantum language—opening time capsules—placed here by our seed parents—thousands of years before and yet we were right on time.  I pondered the immensity of something so profound, as we continued to sing . . .  YOO EE YOO EE YOO EE YOO EE YOO .

This was my third choir, and somehow the most surreal for me.  We were rewriting the future.  Underway was a transmutation of the energies of trauma, suffering, hardship, and dolor history that had embedded itself in our earth and esoteric invisible crystalline grid.  It showed in our human experience and our collective low consciousness as war, death, sorrow, hardship. It showed in our politics, education, health care and beliefs about longevity, disease and women—all from our many expressions here on earth— stored and remembered at some unconscious level.    I knew it first hand or should I say, I had experienced it first-hand. This deep intense sorrow manifested itself years before on a trip with my husband and young boys.  We had driven through the battle fields of Mississippi and it was almost overwhelming for me despite the manicured green rolling hills and bright blue sunny day.  I felt such deep sadness present years after the last bullet was fired, the last solider killed and buried.  No one was there, and yet, the earth remembered and I felt it.  Now, it was time to erase all that.  It was time to “rewrite the grid” and overlay the new intentions for peace on earth, compassion and love towards each other, happiness, joy and beyond what we had come to expect of life here.  The cycles we knew so well would not be repeated.

The day before, our final performance, Marc, one of our choir directors had walked down the street in search of a local coffee bar/cafe. As synchronicity would have it, a conversation with a local Native American ensued. This conversation then led to an invitation for Lee Standing Bear Moore to speak briefly to our choir.  A tall distinguished soft spoken man with a long gray braid down the center of his back accepted the microphone.  Standing on stage in boots, a peach short-sleeved summer shirt and blue jeans, he spoke of the history and some of the more interesting legends of his people and their connection to this sacred ground they called, “Place of Peace or The Unbroken Circle: Manataka.” He ended with a website where more information could be found and left with a standing ovation.  I felt our oneness and our missions entangled together; everyone “playing” their part in the story of Earth and our ascension.

The next day, a physician from Canada shared a story from their website, Manataka—simply said from the text I quote below he summarized:

Stunned, the council did not know how to respond to the elderly Nun.”

       “We learned of your dream about the Place of Peace, also experienced by three other Sisters of your  church.  This is the dream we heard:  “A Light will be born at the Place of Peace that will grow and spread to many lands. . . .  It is now time to tell you the Crystal of Manataka is not only a symbol representing abstract and sacred meanings.  The artifact holds the key to opening a portal of high energy and frequencies, sacred sounds, partly necessary to giving birth to a light that will grow and spread to many lands.  The key, when used as a tool in conjunction with six other sacred crystals, placed in correct alignment and formation, will open the heavens of consciousness within humanity. “

Again, we were being given pieces and information hidden and then revealed when our understanding met our higher consciousness and pure intent within this present time of 2016.

We learned we were sitting on the largest deposit of quartz crystal on land; an inverted pyramid or mountain almost below our feet as well as transmitter of information. This deposit, a node, serving as an amplifier—and together with the diamond grid west of our locale was also assisting humanity with the potential for radical transformation and sweeping far-reaching leaps to a whole new world; a profound leap into the future both personally and within the area presented—locally, globally and galactically— connected to a null and the other half of this matched pair in Patagonia, Mt. Fitz Roy. This was about melting barriers to multidimensionality and interdimensional communication both from Dr. Todd, Lee Carroll, Kryon and to us.  The choir was the activation for this esoteric information to be released; the key.

This is all very philosophical.  It sounds like a science fiction screen play being bantered about by high profile Hollywood executives wondering if it will sell to investors and the mainstream public who buys tickets to reclining soft chairs in dark movie theaters while munching on buttered popcorn.   As the rewriting continues and as humanity shifts, we will one day look back and have valid evidence that this is in-fact—real, and profoundly altering states of consciousness and giving us the gift and opportunity for a new humanity.  After all, shifting belief systems change reality—and that creates a new future, one that we are “quickly” rewriting this very moment.  And, just like the old Chevy, the key is in the lock and the engine hums carrying us down the road into the future.  We may not know how the car gets us to town, but always does safely and for that we are grateful.  The same may be said for humanity’s new era—and for that we are grateful too!

“Inspired Wellness from Within”

Cathrine Silver, HC, AADP

http://www.CathrineSilver.com

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This Much I Know Is True—Signs From The Otherside Of The Veil.

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I have been called intuitive, psychic, clairsentient, and an unconscious channel.  I believe there are no accidents—only synchronistic moments.  Some we acknowledge and others we fail to recognize.  So, was the case when Joe pulled into my driveway Friday afternoon.
His boss had sent him to replace my antiquated hot water heater which had given up the ghost and declared to me by the leaking water water in my garage, this Reem was complete.  It had given service to my home for decades—and it was time to move on to appliance heaven on my watch.  And with my blessings I prepared for a replacement. New energy perhaps?  In any case, Joe, a forty something plumber with dark curly hair and  a heavy northeast accent, wearing a bright red shirt,  stepped out of his truck and surveyed the situation.
He got to the task very quickly, but needed my approval for a new ‘ball valve’ shut off handle  and uttered something about having to turn off the water to the house which brought me into the garage and into conversation.  I stood there briefly my attention turning to the project at hand and moments later engaged on the details of the new installation.
An unseasonably hot sunny South Florida day,  I leaned against the door jam by the entrance to the laundry room door observing the progress as he worked, sweat poring off his forehead talking in light conversation as he wiped his brow and began to work his magic with the copper pipe fittings.  The subject had turned to more serious matters.  Joe shared he had been in an serious car accident five years earlier and spent ten weeks in the hospital—including 10 days in a coma.  “they didn’t even tell me for two months,” he said with anguish on his face.   I tried to hide my confusion, my mind scrambling, to carefully piece the story together.  He carried the scars on his arm—a plate on his shin—and halo marks on his skull.  He also carried something even more sobering than the visible scars and that was the death of his brother from that fateful,  sorrow filled night.  As much as he tried—he could not put those events out of his mind—emotion welling up, he turned away facing the new heater.
 “Do you feel your brother around you?” I asked causally placing my hand on the corner of the dryer.   He turned around and looked at me, copper fitting in his gloved hand.  “No—well maybe sometimes”.  “You know I’m Catholic.” As if to say, I’m not allowed to believe in those things.  I smiled.  “Do you think he’s all right?”  I nodded. “My brother was a great brother”.  He continued uninterrupted, “protected me through high-school.  We even lived together.  He watched out for me.  I miss him.”
So, unfolded a deep conversation as the water heater installation progressed, and so did the ideas and beliefs upon which he was raised, in a safe round about way—we talked about his brother and Grandfather’s death;  the sides of his box came down just a little Friday afternoon. Beyond reason.  Beyond logic.  Beyond proof. He had outgrown his box, he knew there was more.
 I don’t have to tell you Joe will never be the same after his experience—but now he was looking for the “why” in all this.  Life he felt was a struggle everyday.  I sighed.  “What if your brother loved you so much, that you and he had an agreement that he would go first?” I said.  He looked confused. “What if this is about opening up to something bigger—that cannot be denied?  What if he is still helping you?  Watching out for you and guiding you? What if he is with you right now?” It is strange he confessed, that I ended up here this afternoon.  “The laundry room is actually quite crowed,” I said smiling. Your Grandfather is here too.  How do you know that, he asked.  “Because, I answered, there is an agreement that a little piece of them stays with you– with us—just like you will stay with your loved ones when you leave your physical body.  But—you’ll be back.  I promise.  Just like he will.”
He will give you a sign if you ask, I assured him.  “Perhaps a song on the radio or a license plate just when you think of him –a coincidence too uncanny to be accidental.” I continued,  a sign on a truck or a coin.  “Coin?” He said turning around digging for something out of the back of his van.  “Yea—it will be something” I said.   “It would be a dime”, he declared.   Now it was my turn to be surprised.  As much as I feel and “know” the synchroncities never fail to surprise me.  The day before—I had been out running errands, and stepped out of my car– looked down and found a dime—heads up.  In the moment, there was something in me that knew it was a message; the feeling was there, but the meaning unclear.  I picked it up.  I can’t explain it in logical—left brain terms, for those that need explanation because it exists in that quantum state, but  I remember saying to myself, “I wonder what this means?”  Today, I had my answer.  “Hold on Joe, let me go grab the dime out of my car.  It is in the cup holder; safe.”  Still facing up, I handed the silver coin to him.  Joe looked at me, smiled and slid it into his pocket, he returned to his work.
We continued to talk about his brother’s death—memories of his grandfather—his son and his family lineage.   I know Joe was supposed to be there Friday; so did he.   I know why I had kept that dime safe.  It was to let Joe know that his brother was right there beside him. Never really gone.  He needed to hear that. I assured him that his brother was fine when he asked.   There is “no sting” in death for the one that passes.  It’s only us—left behind—missing them.  Sometimes guilt, anger, or sadness—torn—and confused and often wondering depending on our belief and our relationship–and circumstances.
I ask you to discern this message.  Maybe it resonates—maybe it doesn’t; either is okay.   This is about healing.  It is about love.  It’s about giving permission—and being open to the answer.  Because, death, our loved ones, and what we make up about all this is far more important and bigger than suffering.  God does not want us to suffer.  These are contracts and potentials that we agreed upon before we incarnated here this lifetime for our growth and wisdom far more immense than our 3-D reality allows us to behold.  I know there is grand purpose and we will reunite once again when we meld back into wholeness of source which in human terms is undefinable.  But the human soul—not really human at all– is there beside us always.  We just have to be open enough to look—and keep our heart open enough to feel—because they are there.  This much I know is true.
For interesting read that I loved,  you may check out Carol Bowman’s book, Return From Heaven.  You may also want to consult a grief recovery specialist in your area or begin with the book: Grief Recovery Handbook by Russell Friedman & John W. James.  Or email me at Cathysilverhealth@gmail.com if I can help you.
“Inspired Wellness from Within”
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Communication From the Otherside of the Veil; Is it Real? Can We Communicate with Our Love ones?

Carol Morgan, Denise Kennedy & Cathy Silver pictured at the 38th Annual Conference for Spiritual and Consciousness Studies in Scottsdale July 10-13

Carol Morgan, Denise Kennedy & Cathy Silver pictured at the 38th Annual Conference for Spiritual and Consciousness Studies in Scottsdale July 10-13, 2014

I’ll call her Doris.  A 50-something woman with short dark brunette hair wearing a vibrant red summer sweater stood in front of Carol Morgan with determination.  Doris was one of many in attendance at the annual conference for the Academy of Spiritual and Consciousness Studies in Scottsdale this past weekend. “I came back to tell you, she said to my friend Carol, that I didn’t believe you were actually talking to Mikey yesterday afternoon.” Doris continued with enthusiasm, “last night, after your presentation I left the hotel to get some dinner, and ended up in a near-by restaurant and bar providing live music. The band had taken a break, and I sat down and ordered a drink. Minutes later, the guitar player walked back on stage and gazed out at the mellow audience before him.

What happened next would have gone unnoticed by all except me as the musician opened with the John Denver song, My Sweet Lady.” She continued the story, “stunned, I put my drink down and lifted my eyes to the ceiling.” Okay Mikey, I said silently to myself, I believe you–this is possible and you are sending signs and talking to your Mother. Yes, I believe you! I am convinced!”

Earlier that afternoon, I loosely participated with moral support on the sidelines with Carol as she delivered her pendulum communication presentation with her son Mikey, there beside her in spirit.  Mikey, Carol’s 20 year-old son died unexpectedly in a freak jeep accident on a camping trip in the Colorado Mountains in September of 2007. I met Carol two years later where I was helping facilitate the first Parent-Child Retreat in Sun Valley Idaho. Carol and other women attending the Sun Valley Retreat were introduced to and taught the skill of channeling.  Carol intuitively knew Mikey was right there with her–giving her signs and guidance every day, and she was anxious and excited to learn this new tool. “Come hell or high water” was Carol’s attitude and her determination at the retreat and in the early days after returning home. Hard work and clear messages had led her to connect with organizers and an invitation to share her story at their annual convention.

During her presentation in Scottsdale, she laughed and played an emotion-filled and touching clip from John Denver’s My Sweet Lady and confessed, a Morgan family tradition and a secret the boys kept from their friends. “Yep, we loved to sing at the top of our lungs with the old John Denver CD playing–speakers blaring in our car –as we zoomed up Interstate 70 into the Colorado Rocky Mountains for vacation.” Doris had heard that very song earlier afternoon and again that evening in the bar. She continued her story; I approached the guitar player and asked cautiously, “Do you play that song much?” She asked. Actually, she confessed, he told me he hadn’t planned on playing it at all.

“The song My Sweet Lady was very specific to my situation, Carol notes and was the very song Mikey used to connect with me very soon after his passing—and  was the song I played in my presentation the day before,” she said beaming with her contagious smile.

Yes, communication from the Otherside of the veil; real and available to those open to the possibility; when you begin with intention, allowance and belief, miracles really do happen!

For more information on Soul Communication you may email me at Snmodefi@gmail.com or visit  SoultoSoulRetreat.com

Carol Morgan and Mikey

Carol Morgan and Mikey

Inspired Wellness from Within

Cathy Silver, HC

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