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Frogs and Other Wildlife—Way Beyond Our Conscious Understanding and Our Connection to the Earth

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“Mankind has not woven the web of life.  We are but one thread within it.  Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves.  All things are bound together.  All things connect.”                       ~ Chief Seattle       

Several weeks ago, while out tending to my plants around my patio and pool—I peered closely into two plastic containers that had been just the right size replacements for an old ornate planter which I bought second hand from my neighbor across the street. Fast forward ten years and after the last hurricane, now sat waiting for me to reposition them again into the iron holder. But, I had not been diligent enough and an unassuming frog had laid her eggs after one of our torrential rains of South Florida’s hot, humid and tropical rain-filled summer.

I instantly became a nurturing guardian to this surprising batch of now-tiny polliwogs. I have been feeding them romaine lettuce each morning and earlier in the week I peeked over closely to check on the rapidly growing amphibians. To my utter surprise, a tiny frog suddenly appeared and gazed back at me “fingers” gripped to the edge of the orange plastic container that had become her make-shift pond and nursery.

What had been the message? I was definitely enjoying the connection. It had been decades since I had seen the jell-like eggs and polliwogs in the large construction puddle behind our house when our neighbor, Mr. Neuman, was working on his home. They had also been visible in the pond and cattails that grew near the Barns where we kept the horses—and every now and then, my brother and I would wander down to take a look during some of our outdoor adventures together.

But why now? What was this message and connection that had reappeared so suddenly in my yard? I knew the ancient peoples, and the indigenous cultures, including our own Native Americans, understood this connection more deeply; they were wise. They also understood our connection to the earth—and the messages contained in their symbols and stories and celebrated the Oneness and its meaning. I certainly was aware of the abuses—the grab and take all that had recently permeated the United States attitude at levels of destruction and abuse of our home—the planet earth. And, the disrespectful desire to pummel all that stood in the way of this broken attitude of money and power—but I hardly believed that was their message to me.

I consulted a wiser source than myself; the book, Spirits of the Earth began: “Frogs are good signs. The Frog is a doctor and a healer, seer, and fortune-teller. Frog is a messenger of rain, and the power of the frog can bring rain and water if one knows how to use its power.” Animal Speak confirmed and added, “Its voice is said to call forth the rains. And they are linked with the lore of fairies and elves. Ted Andrews also wrote that “frogs are tuned keenly to sound—and the sensitivity to sound should be developed by frog people.” (Was I a Frog people?) The last sentence  caught my attention, “Their taste in music will probably not run mainstream, but they can learn to use their voice to stir the emotions and to call for the rains or change the climatic conditions of their own lives.”

I found this interesting as it fell right along my chosen profession at this time—Holistic Health Counselor. I felt I had found my niche as a biological decoder, grief counselor and spiritual teacher.  I was also interested in a unique sound healing—quantum codes of sorts. Was Chief Seattle correct? Did all things connect together?  It was certainly part of my belief system—and for all intents and purposes “hopped right into my yard” showing me again the true connection we have with Mother Nature and our Earth at a very personal level. The micro and the macro intertwined as One.

What symbols, or messages have shown up for you? Are you missing something right in front of you? And, what is the story and how does it apply to you? Working the Cosmic puzzle daily can be fun. What new beliefs are you now opening to?

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Exploring the Multidimensional Side of Ourselves!

“Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent.”           ~Arthur Conan Doyle (Author of Sherlock Holmes)

I walked into the Pompano Civic Center in March of 2004 to meet Sally Baldwin and listen and explore the concept of channeling. I sat in the second row—dead center—intently listening and trying to figure out how this process worked.  She began and continued for a good 20 minutes.  There were no notes and no papers visible on the table where she sat. I thought to myself—no one could memorize all that. I was intrigued and puzzled at the same time. Her words were wise—and answers astute.  During the break, I walked over to say hello and introduce myself. She smiled warmly and said, “Welcome back”.  I replied that this was the first meeting I had attended—and she answered—“We must know each other from the Astral.”  I simply nodded my head and smiled, thinking to myself, “What the hell is the astral?”

Years later, I am now aware that she was tapping into a multidimensional part of ourselves—one that has always been there—and one that will always be there—hiding in plain sight and called things like intuition, or psychic awareness or a “pre-cog” which lies “out there” in the interconnectedness of our wholeness; body, mind and spirit. This intimate connection goes on 24/7 through our pineal which serves as our own personal wifi—translated by our brain—and connected to our heart. In a sense we are connected to the Cosmic Universal Internet. This process is still unrecognized by many today, but the “equipment is installed, there and ready to be turned on for use!” We talk a good story until we get down to specifics—and then our old beliefs and stories kick in and we stick our heals in the mud—and refuse to go any further. We are more than we see in the mirror.  As Joan Rivers used to say, “Can we talk?”

Today, I read my horoscope, it went like this:

“Look beyond physical appearances and tune into spirit identification. The truth is bodies which contain souls are but empty vessels filled with infinite light. Honor your feelings, but watch what you consume — media, food, or conversation — so you are not swept up by the madness of the day. Center yourself and calm your mind before interacting with others now. The greatest vow is to love one another and to spread kindness wherever you go.”

If I read and interpreted correctly, my daily horoscope refers to a bigger more connected part of “who” we really are. It was funny, because this subject had been rolling around in my mind for several weeks now—and today was the day I had designated to write my blog.  The synchronicities and meaningful coincidences; undeniable.  TodayReally?  It seemed to be written just for this blog post; those cosmic ears were listening!

Looking into the connectedness beyond our 3D physicality, and the multidimensional aspect of ourselves, I consulted Peggy Phoenix Dubro’s book, Elegant Empowerment . In the glossary she wrote: Multidimensional: “Simultaneously possessing properties or characteristics of more than one vibrational plane or coordinate system. The idea that dimensions exist outside of our normal 3-dimensional world is now a basic statement of our advanced theories in physics.” 

This seem to validate our connected mind and consciousness into a seamlessly interconnected whole. Our multidimensionality aspect and part of our DNA keeps us plugged into the whole, and unseen beyond, but always present riding along waiting and ready to help. . . . I was tapping into this whole, it seemed and so are you.

Thoughts and feelings merged into the unrecognized whole to which we participate with more and more realization like the avatars, guru’s and master’s of yesteryear. But, did they really disappear? Or are they here with us in their multidimensional state—like our seed parents—assisting us along the way? I believe they’re riding this journey right along with us—for those who are open to this bigger part of our reality and family connection. After all we all reside in this unity of Oneness; they are part of us and we are part of them.  And, then I began to ponder, what else in our lives was visible that we could consider multidimensional? Were we missing more clues?

What about our dreams? The past and the present get all twisted around in a time loop which has three components—a biological, a psychological and a spiritual. Perhaps, not all, but some dreams seem to be a windows to our soul on Earth.  I understand our brain is “defragging”—rearranging, sorting, and rewriting our experiences. If we rewrite things, we can change the energetic affect or frequency it has has on our life. Dreams then, must be interdimensional experiences that have no equivalent when we are awake. Ready for another?

What about a near death experience?  I pulled this short passage from a piece that I had saved on my computer, touched by the words. It had been submitted to The Near Death Research Foundation in August 2006. It was called “Anna’s story of her near death experience” and she recalled these things.  It felt as though I was drifting in and out between the two worlds, this physical world and the other side, but every time I drifted into the “other side” I seemed to go deeper and experienced more “scenes”.  There was one where I saw how my life had touched all the people in it – it was sort of like a tapestry and I saw how I affected everyone’s lives around me.  There was another scene where I saw my brother on a plane, having heard the news I was dying, coming to see me (this was verified to me as when I started to come round, my brother was there, having just got off a plane).  I then saw a glimpse of my brother and me and somehow seemed to understand it was a previous life, where I was much older than him and was like a mother to him (in this life, he is older than me).  I saw in that life I was very protective towards him.  I suddenly became aware he was on the plane to come and see me, and felt “I can’t do this to him – can’t let him come and see me dead.  Then I also saw how my husband’s purpose was linked to mine, and how we had decided to come and experience this life together.  If I went, he would probably follow soon after. . . . What I saw, perceived, and felt, and the clarity I experienced about life, was more than anything we are able to conceive, so words have not been created to describe it. I was dying of cancer, and the doctors had said I only had about 36 hours to live.  It was at this point where I started drifting between another dimension and this one. Even though I was in a coma, I seemed to be going in and out of consciousness, so I was aware of both “sides”.  I was also aware of conversations taking place outside the room, beyond my earshot. . .”

Obviously, I could write a whole book on being multidimensional and this is just a blog about an expanded Awareness of such possibility.  There are other things that fall outside our “known” 3-D reality such as remote viewing, astral projection, Emoto’s scientific work on prayer and crystallization of water, Physicist John Stuart Reid’s work on cymatics or miraculous healings that are never reported from behind the hospital walls.  “The guys and gals” working on quantum biology and string theories that will soon show us more—outside of Newton or Kelper. And, when we can measure these things with more “scientific” accuracy it will be slowly incorporated into our belief system. There is a relationship between our parts.

The Universe is much bigger than we ever imagined—and so are we!  Certainly everything we thought was physical is not. This is all part of our evolution of thought. I conclude with a few of these thoughts from Peggy’s book below. Because, if the Universe is non-local, quantum and multidimensional—and we are part of everything—then so are we!  Our thoughts and feelings matter and influence our lives and our reality because they are tied to our energy fields; spiraling vortexes in human form.  Pay attention to those intense feelings or to your intuition. Your inner guidance is speaking to you. Embrace your Multidimensional side with joy and celebration and pure intent! It is like discovering a lost part of ourselves—only to find it was there all along!  (Our own personal GPS).

Are we?:

  • Non-local
  • Unbroken Wholeness
  • Co-ordinated Organization
  • Independent of Space and Time
  • Inseparability of Observer  (from the experiments)
  • Existence of a quantum Field underlying all forces on matter
  • A consciousness that permeates all living and non-living things

Oh, and btw, in case you are wondering, the Astral Plane is where your Essence goes when it leaves the body—whether the body is asleep—or after completing our lessons on the physical plane—of 3D.

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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.”

The Sword and the Stone(s) – 2018 Update

IMG_8076 (1)This story sounds like a fairy tale and so is aptly named. And, like all good fairy tales, it begins with once upon a time.  It starts in Glastonbury, England—where the legend of King Arthur, The Knights of the Round Table and fair maidens lived—and like all galactic tales of long ago and far away, become real—just like the velveteen rabbit when infused with love and belief which circulates amongst many and brings life to days gone by, because there is truth in all things.  But this tale goes much further back in time—to what some consider a mythical island or lost continent known as Lemuria—the land of Mu. To some it truly is a fable, although to the Lemurians, and their descendants, very much real and alive—and part of our modern human lineage which took root more than 100,000 years ago and more so than many could possibly realize or for some, accept. And so, we begin, 26,000 years ago.

Once upon a time in the Land known as Lemuria,  a beautiful island  filled with lush gardens,  gorgeous flowers and abundance.  Now on the Island, there lived a great priest and scientist whose name was Yawee.  Unlike most inhabitants, who lived near the sea, Yawee lived high atop the mountain—the highest mountain on earth at the time.  The temperature was very cold and the air extremely thin, but he had ancient knowledge from his Star Mother which kept him warm for he was atop a big volcano. Runners would deliver necessary food and supplies, and special rocks provided the oxygen necessary, so he could do his work in the temple. He lived a very long time and brought extraordinary gifts to that civilization and to our civilization even this very day.  Back then, he was a good-natured soul with special powers. He was respected by all. When he materialized and was glimpsed by the Lemurians on those rare occasions during rejuvenation ceremonies, for the great teachers on the Island, it brought great joy to all who saw him.

There are many that believe time is a circle, but our lives are too short to realize or see this circle of time here on Earth—but alas it is true.  And, so we enter the present of 2018. Now, records upon the earth get lost and even our eternal records that we carry as humanity have been dormant—or asleep—yet they are awakening slowly. That invisible seed inside that looks for things that cannot be explained will amplify and enable even further our vast storage of multidimensional remembrance, and the time we lived and visited on the magical continent of Mu.  And since everyone of us is forever and eternal, those memories reside in perfection and harmony—waiting for the vibration and consciousness to rise and for the gifts they will bring.

In any fairytale, there is always a darkness and evil. And in this tale, we acknowledge humanity  brought it upon ourselves as the planet of free choice—our choice in consciousness, but hark, we have entered into the Grand Awakening. And there are those who are able to turn such alchemy into gold—the precious magnificence within and the Light of the Creator from the Great Central Sun.  As with all hero’s stories, there is struggle and ultimate triumph over such external threats. That is because we are able to find the strength inside ourselves and the greatest power of all—Love. We are battling the dark and the Light is winning.   The great Yawee had many tools at his disposal, and one of the tools was a sacred stone called Cintamani or Dragon Stone. Legend has it that it came to us from the Star System Sirius millions of years ago—bits reaching earth after a Galactic super-wave exploded—sending these gifts and their power to enhance the Light during this time when the gates open.

An old Tibetan prophecy passed down to us through the millennium proclaimed in a very regal declaration that “the king of the world will emerge with his army from his subterranean realms to defeat the forces of darkness and usher the coming of the Golden age.”  And, these stones, as legend has claimed, contain the highest vibration of all stones known; and valued as such. They are powerful and of pure Light and Yawee knew of their energy, and he knew they could not be misused . . . and so the time of darkness came and descended upon the planet.  It lasted for many thousands of years until the time and energy of vibration began to rise, causing the hidden Dragon Stones to be revealed.

Many secrets were held too, and kept safe until the Procession of the Equinox which would first awaken the old souls—the army of Light—everywhere upon the planet. For they too were hidden in their being—their knowledge, power and magnificence concealed within the depths of their Akashic records; and like blossoms on a tree, began to open one by one.  Yawee’s army sang tones of remembrance and the Light became stronger and more active.

And in the great awakening the stones came back to the original keeper—a man still known as Yawee by so many.  He recognized the stones and the energy they contained.  The stones were multidimensional and held much information—and their revelation was a remembrance of joy and celebration, because they had also waited “frozen in time”; they rejoiced at the tones sung too.  And, let the information ring. And, this Wizard knew the battle over darkness would prevail—the time had come; nothing would ever be the same!

And, as they were nudged by the invisible keepers, now was the time when the stones would awaken too, after all it was a test of energy on the Earth.  The Stones would connect to the crystalline grid—and portals of knowing and quantum time capsules put here as gifts of potential from our seed parents 400+ light years away and 200,000 years ago for this very “moment” in time.  They are still here today, protecting us as interdimensional protective Parents in our infancy upon this earth.

Perhaps, you too have heard of the Great Awakening as a Lightworker on the planet—the seeds that were sown centuries ago, but here now, as the way-showers—as the warriors of light—leading humanity into the new consciousness and the new paradigm unfolding before our eyes.  Angelic forces, divine pieces of the creative source and boots on the ground, using their light to disrupt the darkness, who we know prefers to hide and do their destruction through intimation, fear and control.

Yawee, leads us all in the Light Language and tones directly channeled to him through his ancient Pleiadian Mother, and assisted by the Magnetic Master, we are guided as these tones of this ancient language fill the room and filter out to the multiverses and galaxies in a magical multi-dimensional way. And the stones?

They were there to amplify the energy connecting to the crystalline, magnetic and Gaia grids—just like the philosopher’s stone symbolizing the alchemy and humanity’s enlightenment of the Magnum Opus or “Great Work.”  The stone of darkness past—the sword—the magic inside each human and the 24 pairs of chromosomes and our DNA all from the stars—and the sword—peace on Earth unfolding before our eyes.

This is the hero’s journey within us all—the tools given to us right on time—and 26,000 years later they have come back to Yawee to help amplify and strengthen the old souls’ mission as we awaken—strengthened by our inner guidance, here to change outdated belief systems, and once again return to the Garden of Eden and a metaphor for life on Earth.

That’s what happens, when we realize we each have God inside—and yes, we all can be wizards of Light!  This tale will continue to unfold for it is not yet finished—but the magic has only just begun, and this fifth Civilization will one day go on and seed another—just the way it has been for billions of years before—and we will one day look back and mark this as a new beginning—as we each pull the sword from the stone today during this extraordinary and exceptional turing point which began in 2012.

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Battle Cruiser

I met the truck only the afternoon before.  My friend Brad had named it the Battle Cruiser with the plate to match: BTLCRSR.  I must admit, it was certainly not a pretty sight. The yellow paint faded—exposed rust in certain places and green moss covering parts of the exterior and hood. It’s four and a half decades were evident; it was a work horse.

After some coaxing, the loyal truck came to life.  I was happy to see the life return as the deep throaty motor sounded like a tired warrior awakening as daybreak arose too early: Brad pumped the gas pedal and cajoled the old Ford pickup into being.

I had a mission—and needed the Battle Cruiser’s help.  The instructions from Brad were simply that first gear was not necessary—to low a gear to start. “Use second” he said. Easy enough I thought and nodded, as I climbed in the next morning and sat in the driver’s seat, starting the engine.  After decades of smaller and smaller cars—and trucks—this old relic was immense.  As tall as I am—and as long a reach as I have—I could not, even leaning over and stretching, open and unlock the passenger door from the inside.   Were the vehicles really this big???  Wow.

And, so it was, I shifted the truck into gear, lifted the clutch and headed up the wooded driveway finding my way to the 101 and to the Kingston-Edmonds ferry off the Olympic Peninsula and toward Bellevue; my childhood home. I thought about my mission to save the trash burner—a request out of my Mother’s house—before it’s fate met the awaiting bulldozer; demolishing it to the ground.  Another era gone.  As I pulled out of the driveway and on to the Sequim neighborhood graveled road, I felt my Father sitting in the passenger’s seat.  Perhaps, he felt my bit of nervousness, apprehension, or trepidation with the old truck?  At any rate, I felt the reassurance as the memories of familiar childhood adventures surfaced.  This time however, I was driving—and he was riding.  I continued my drive south 42 miles to the Washington State Ferry terminal; my mind concentrating on the road as I roared along feeling like something out of Mad-Max Road Fury.

I thought about the laughter that ensued when I voiced my request for the trash burner; I had my reasons and I didn’t really care what anyone thought.  I pulled up to the toll booth to purchase my round-trip fare.   “Lane six”, said the woman in the toll booth as she handed me my change and receipt.  I smiled and thanked her, easing the truck back into gear and driving forward into my designated parking lane to await the Ferry’s arrival into Kingston terminal. Settled, I hopped out of the Battle Cruiser and headed up to grab a cup of coffee—standing in line—I heard someone shout—“Here comes the ferry.”  I abandoned the line and headed back to where the truck was parked.  The adventure had been so smooth thus far and all was going as planned.  Or so I thought.

Lane five moved beside me and I turned the key in the ignition to start the engine.  Nothing. I turned the key off and on once again.  Nothing. I pumped the gas pedal and tried several more times to start the engine . . . nothing.  Not even a peep from the mechanical beast from which I sat behind the steering wheel slightly panicked and watching the other vehicles and passengers drive past me and onto the loading dock—and onto the green and white vessel that crosses Puget Sound so regularly.

“Are you in trouble?” the WSF* system employee shouted, I nodded—“yes, I think I am,” I answered back.

“I’ll get someone to help you.” And, I climbed out of the Battle Cruiser wondering, what just happened?

Within minutes, another, employee named Sarah had wheeled over a portable battery charger to jump the truck.  She stopped—and pointed to the winch on the front bumper.  I turned my head and stared, “Oh, sh-t,” there was smoke coming from the winch. Whirling back towards the terminal—she said—“I’ll be right back—stand back.” I looked at the winch with disbelief, and within moments she was back with a large fire extinguisher ready to douse any flame should it appear and this situation become worse.   With the 11:55 am ferry loaded—I watched my ride sail away—wondering how long I would be sitting on the Kingston dock—somewhat helpless and wondering what was next?

Before I realized, there was more than five WSF employees who appeared from almost nowhere—pitching in to work on the truck. Now, I will tell you, that I feel I have many talents—but auto mechanic—is NOT one.  I was raised helping my Dad with horses, not automobiles and besides having the oil changed, stopping for gas or running the car through the car wash—my desire ended there.  So, the fact that this help had arrived with a positive attitude and generous giving spirit brought me tremendous gratitude to my uncertain circumstances. I explained, that I had just met the truck the previous afternoon . . . it was on loan from a friend.

And, so with an obvious quick assessment of a trauma medic, it was agreed that the winch wires needed to be cut; disconnect the source of the problem! In agreement and with a plan, we began, focused on the task at hand.  I choose to look under the front seat for something that might be able to help cut the wires to the bilious dying winch—and happily came up with a small pair of wire cutters.  Phoning Brad, I explained the dilemma and what had happened.   He offered to come save me—but I told him I thought I was in good hands; I would certainly let him know if I needed his help.

As I turned around to offer the red-handled tool to my new “pit crew” a man two rows over held a crescent wrench, another pair of cutters and gloves.  He began to disconnect the battery.  I turned back around and another lady asked for water.  I handed her mine—and she worked with precision filling the dehydrated battery cells.  I glanced over and noticed that another gentleman was leaning over the front fender and working in hyper speed skillfully cleaning contacts and then rerouting the wires that connected the solenoid, to the battery and to the ailing winch.  (Which apparently was the reason the truck wasn’t starting when jumped.)  This man, wearing a bright orange T-shirt with motorcycle designs, white hair and beard, and half smoked cigarette hanging from his mouth worked with such expertise we all sort of stepped back; everyone seemed to sense his mastery.  Before long, the “bull” arrived and another attempt at starting the disabled Battle Cruiser began.  We—the truck and I— had definitely developed a bond since I had first climbed aboard hours before.  This time when I turned the ignition—the resuscitation of the Battle Cruiser was successful and it issued it’s healthy roar.  I literally welled up as the “pit crew” and other waiting passengers in line clapped and cheered at our triumphal achievement.  I stepped out with a big smile and thanked everyone. The battery cable clips came off and the hood came down—just as the next ferry was pulling into the dock.  The lady in the car next to me handed me a wet wipe—she said, “they’re really for make-up but I think they will work great for the grease on your hands.”  I hadn’t even noticed.  Another woman came up to me—and said, “If they load and you aren’t signaled—please go ahead to me.” I thanked her too.   This was a reminder of humanity at its best.

I waved and honked in gratitude as “Sarah” waved me on . . . I was the first one on the ferry for that crossing and I felt very honored.

I reflected back on all the chaos in Washington D.C—the hatred and vitriol spewed by so many these days. There was certainly no fence sitting anymore; all was being revealed.  You could not be someone you weren’t.  I believe deeply we are all the same; okay—we may look a bit different—but we are all pieces of the divine.  I believed humanity was proving it’s chance for goodness and light; in fact we seemed to be at war with the darkness: greed and lack of integrity and hatefulness.

The event on the Kingston Dock certainly cemented my belief in humanity’s goodness—something I wished the evening news focused on more—not the inherent fear, fear and fear they sold to their vulnerable audiences daily. It is our power of intent—our desire of compassion—and our tolerances and acceptances of our differences which make us strong.  Our common goal must be one of LOVE—which if you haven’t heard, is the most powerful force in the Universe.  LOVE changes physical things and it will change our world too.  The time is now—and we are the Ones! The powerful  difference we each make based on our choices every day changes our world. And, that’s the world I choose to see and live in.

The rest of the trip was seamless and the trash burner is safely stored in Sequim—waiting for its return to service.  I on the other hand—look forward to the next adventure—whenever and however it presents itself. Namasté.

“Inspired Wellness from Within”

Cathrine Silver, HC, AADP

Cathrine Silver is a Board Certified holistic counselor with a practice in Lauderdale by the Sea, FL. She is the author of the book, Riding the Light Beam: How Any Woman Can Find the Hero Inside available at Amazon.com. She can be contacted via email at cathysilverhealth@gmail.com. For more information visit www.CathrineSilver.com.

As a post note:  I learned that the man in the orange T-shirt name was Richard.  He was a master mechanic and forensic scientist from the Tri-Cities who had been visiting his wife whose daughter was due to have surgery.  I had gone upstairs on the ferry to use the restroom and have a snack.  I purchased clam chowder and a water—and upon walking up to the cashier—made a last minute decision to add a beer.  LOL—it had been quite a morning.  I sat down—and Richard walked by.  I called his name, and asked him if he drank beer.  He replied—“On occasion.” 

“Can I buy you a beer”, I enquired? He nodded.  I got up and went back to the cashier and returned to the cafeteria where Richard sat.  “It’s the least I can do.”  “Thank you for everything” I said—“I have a feeling—I would still be sitting on the dock without you stopping by.”  He said, “I saw the hood of the truck raised.  I travel with my tools.” 

 I will always be grateful for all who gave me help that day.  On some level, we are always watched over—and he was one of my Earth Angels that day.  I was glad I could offer the simple gesture of thanks. 

*Washington State Ferry

Did You Have Fun?

Many would argue that the rigors of travel, the time change, the long days, and early mornings could be blamed for the cold I am experiencing at the moment. Science might argue that riding on a plane and sitting in a room of over 400 people from around the globe singing the language of lights quantum style could be blamed.  There are germs—after all!

However, I believe that this choir, my fourth, which took place in Chamonix, France last week was a huge vibratory shift and upgrade in my essence; and my biology is now catching up to this “new” higher vibration. (Many choir members are reporting on Facebook their own shifts and instantaneous changes in their lives as well.) Nearly, 5000 miles from home in the French Alps, sitting in the shadow of Mont Blanc approximately 400 of us from over 33 countries sang tones releasing energies contained within time capsules onto the planet through paired nulls and nodes.  These multi-dimensional time capsules are also held in our DNA, Gaia and within the dolphins and whales. These energies of “information” were placed here thousands of years ago by our seed parents, the Pleiadians, should we make the leap shifting into this new energy paradigm and the ultimate new human consciousness.  Fact or fiction?  You decide.

I was pulled like a tractor beam—-as were so many others who “heard the call”.  Was this my soul’s purpose at this time?  Or one of the reasons I choose to be here during this tumultuous recalibration of Earth’s history and progress as a human race reaching for a new state of consciousness? If we are eternal and forever with no beginning and no end, was this potential set by divine appointment, to assist humanity, way before we have verifiable understanding of the truth, depth and certainty carried within the quantum light language we sang?  Apparently, the Universe and Galaxy know and this knowledge is instantaneous and there is great celebration and admiration for what we are doing “down here” for “out there!” Presently, we are in a struggle between light and dark—and the chaos we see on the news certainly confirms this endeavor.  I know and can report that the light is winning!

We must get out of our boxes to see this in an astute way and realize that there are so many things that we don’t know and can’t explain.  Spontaneous remission can’t be explained by our men of science.  Germs, were invisible (until they weren’t) and were unbelievable to many upon their “discovery”.  In our limited perception, there are many things which logic, analysis and intellect cannot rationalize away. This is one of them. Esoterics are like that.  But, it doesn’t make them not true; mainstream belief is just not there yet.

So, as we sang beautiful pairs of tone combinations and tender enlightening Lemurian Lullabies to awaken our inner light (as well as the Lemurian child), the intention of the time capsules were set to respond to “compassionate action”.  We have changed our planet forever.  The melodious sounds and harmonics created within our group were pure magic—and the purpose even more cosmic. These specific tones released energy, held within the time capsules that the “Pleiadians knew we would need . . . right about now.”

Just before leaving, Dr. Todd asked me, “Did you have fun?”  Maybe I should say, it was out of this world!  Not only did I meet many wonderful souls from around the world—I feel we were an emissary of true light and love for the new potential of what is ahead for our planet. I salute Dr. Todd, Lee Carroll and Kryon—the choir directors, the united loving world of other old souls from around the world who sang with me—our ancestors and our seed parents—and my new calibration!  I wouldn’t have missed it for—the world!  As John Lennon sang in 1988 . . .

You may say I’m a dreamer

But I’m not the only one

I hope someday you’ll join us

And the world will be as one . . .

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“Inspired Wellness from Within”

Cathrine Silver, HC, AADP

Author of Riding the Light Beam; How Every Woman Can Find the Hero Inside”

Embrace the Light, We Need Love Not Hate . . . In the Position of Presidency Now.

Sitting in traffic today, I reflected again on the current state of affairs taking place at every level of our society, which has been highlighted by the White House and influences surrounding Trump including “conservative” big money donor billionaires who stand against what the majority want for our future, and fearful small minded individuals who chortle ideas of isolation and protectionism from “liberal ideals” screaming exclusion to anyone or anything which seems to disagree with their ideology or is “different”.

This small-minded non-astute fear and hate comes in many forms, names and disguises*.  It is very unbecoming to humanity—especially in our land that espouses so many opportunities and was built on the philosophy; freedom for all.  Why have we slapped labels on everyone we encounter?  It really seems a revelation of our ability and depth for compassion action towards others—or lack thereof—our inclusion—or lack of—or our love or our hate and fears now un-hide-able and on display for all to see no matter if you are red or blue—pink, purple, green or orange.  The era of fence sitting is over.  We cannot pretend to be one way and really act another behind closed doors.  The truth is upon us.  For some it will hurt—for others they will be seen as the compassionate human beings they have always been.  But why have we labeled this as conservative and liberal?  Can’t we just call it, “accountable”?  Isn’t it really a war between light and dark? Between choosing love or fear?

I lived in Texas.  I lived in Iowa.  I grew up in Seattle.  And I have made south Florida my home for the last dozen years.  I have a college degree which exposed me to many individuals—all students together on the large campus in Washington and the small one in Nacogdoches, Texas.  My ex-husband spent eight years in the army as part of the medical corps—and the exposure was enlightening. Early in my marriage we drove through many countries in Western Europe. I have traveled to Hawaii, California, and many other states exploring, and traversing the United States with my kids and ex-Mother-in-law in tow.  I lived in England for a short stint—and I took in foreign exchange students from around the globe.  I am proud to say that in my experience, and underneath it all, most everyone just wants to be happy—they seek love.  They want to care for their children.  They want to provide for their families.  They talk of their childhoods. They talk of their parents; their courtships. They want nourishing healthy food to eat.  They love to laugh. They want to help the underprivileged. They want to be well, and have clean water to drink.  They want good education themselves and for society–their children.  Most everyone likes a good story and enjoys sharing theirs—to be heard.  Goodness rules most of the time and is normally quiet—fear and hate are loud, obnoxious and need to have the attention to control; force and broadcast as fear is their motto and mechanism.  This is old paradigm—old energy survival still clinging for “life.”   Haven’t we outgrown this old paradigm, Donald?  Or are you just the one elected to shake the fence of comfort?

We are all here as souls to make a contribution to the evolution of humanity.  Because, “they”, like “I” are all part of the divine creator. Whatever the face of God looks like to you, I ask, how can we spew such vitriol at each other when we all come from the same place?  Different names and different rituals, and different traditions, we are all part of the vast and unknowable living soul of the cosmos.  And, I wonder out loud, how anyone can be so arrogant as to feel they are better than and know more than others?  To push their beliefs as the law of the land which simply doesn’t fit into my box is wrong—so why do they insist I live in theirs? Who made that rule?  Can’t we figure out how to live in peace where the one with the most testosterone doesn’t have to dominate and control others? Where is the tolerance and empathy? Why do they hold us small? Don’t we need and want a country where we can all honor our differences and respect one another?

I am proud of the judge in Seattle.  I believe he ruled correctly. (And the court in San Francisco also.) And now Hawaii. This was a ban of prejudice and exclusion that could only be based on fear. Ironically, Trump seems to want to isolate us, like he has isolated himself in his ivory tower—exploiting many for his gain.  (I have no proof, but suits against him for not paying people for work they have done in good faith are well documented, and I am sure there are many unscrupulous actions and intentions that certainly have crossed the line of decency. Which is oddly deemed as “successful” and even admired in our culture.  What happen to words like, wisdom, courage, love, temperance, or integrity—or kindness, fairness, gratitude, humility, beauty of our earth or excellence?  And we all know, how you do anything, is how you do everything.)

Miami is a multi-cultural melting pot—and a microcosm of our country; there are many more “Miamis” outside Florida.  The faces and heritage have continued to change over the decades and will change into the future. We have all come from somewhere else, no matter who we are when you go back far enough.  Even bigger, we are all a melting pot. It is most obvious for anyone to see.  Perhaps a bigger question to ask, is their hatred of others, really a deep self-loathing mirror about how they feel about themselves?  Is it a revealing portrait of how this lack and never-ending abyss of not-enough is camouflage for self-abomination, and hatred of self, whose actions are bullying, lying, narcissism, control and the perpetuation of fear?  It shows in every other way as well:  Lack of respect for women and the choice for caring and making decisions for ourselves on what is right for us or the total disrespect for the LBGTQ community is disgraceful.  The budget presented recently is certainly another reflection of Trump and the White House’s lack of compassion and concern for others; Military guns, aircraft fighters and destruction, his choice over peace, negotiation and compromise?  Really, are you serious?  Has anyone told him and his merry band that the old prophecies have passed?  That is not the plan for Earth.  It is time to look forward to something new, positive and elevating; we passed that marker—that potential gone.  Why do you keep revisiting this doom and gloom?  Are you trying to be right?

If he wants his fantasy Kingship to be one of greatness, this “Wildcard” in the White House, needs to bring us to unity, love, tolerance, compassionate action and peace both here and around the world: we must set the example.  Otherwise he will go down in flames with the other arrogant leaders of history that thought they were unreviewable and untouchable.  The energy does not support his actions and time will simply reveal his true intention of light or dark.  . . .

Yet the real catalyst may be the stirring within each one of us.  Somehow, when we think its another’s problem, we don’t have compassion for another’s plight or struggle—until it hits close to home.  I watched and read a number of emotional pleas from red state Trump voters who came very close to losing their health care—and their meals. Even PBS’s Big Bird’s head is on the chopping block.  One woman from Indiana was upset when she learned her husband was being deported—he apparently had never completed paperwork—and is now sitting with ICE to be sent back to Mexico in spite of living here for decades.  She was astounded because in her mind—only “bad” people would be deported.  Hitting home stirred her beliefs and her viewpoint.  When we live in a box that does not include others who are different from ourselves, we never change our view of life.  Human nature always seems to point to someone else’s plight and fault—but that’s old too.

We must all take part and perhaps that is what we are being called to do . . . stirrings of a civilization growing up. In the end, Love “trumps” hate which ironically seems to be lost on our leadership today.  And when the leadership understands this, we will be better able to move forward in a more astute way; it is not us against them.  No one ever wins this way, with this mentality.  Our goals of the future, must be goals for humanity, where peace, benevolence, and compassion is given to all including our home, we call Planet Earth.  When we embrace this vision, red, blue, pink, purple, green or orange can come together in unity. Perhaps, we are the army that is being called forth? Can you visualize this unity, peace, love and compassion for all? I believe it is up to us, not just our leadership.  And, if those in Washington, D.C. choose not to carry this vision for us—we can do it for ourselves because it’s our world and there are millions of us to stand together in Love!  This is the power we hold. See and embrace the light!

“Governments cannot exist in an old paradigm when those they rule are in a new one.”

*The Immigration Ban

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