January 29, 2007
Here's a fun scenario: the ETs are the meek who shall inherit the earth ; they are not violent, having been through that phase in their planetary existence and evolved to the level above and beyond. Perhaps they are the remnants of Mu and/or Atlantis. They are no doubt parts of these and parts of others who've achieved that "Kingdom of God" mentality. They are the BBFBs of their galactic arena. Their consciousness energy intents are compatible with those of homo sapiens. The attraction is strong, inevitable and unavoidable.
There are, among the sapes, those who are blending and reaching for the thoughtscape beyond the norm, as we know it. The demands of balance require an opposite force, so violence, crime and all things we consider vile keep piling up simultaneously. Like a virulent boil, it will come to a head someday. Then will be the time for real contact with those other beings of the blending society.
Odd thought: in our society, the face shape considered most perfect and desirable is called oval in the realm of female beauty…..the heads/faces of the blues and grays are perfectly oval!
The gryfyn senses she's growing into the actuality of her ultimate truth and it's way far out!! Understandably, she must be patient and receptive to intuition and crazy ideas!
February 2, 2007
OKAY, THIS IS FAR OUT! My brain is focused on Truth and my intuitive thoughts these past few days are presenting an incredible scenario that I must assimilate and ponder with total objectivity. I'm hesitant to put these possibilities to paper, but it helps me and doesn't necessarily intend any sort of commitment. So……
The lost worlds, or civilizations in ancient times that disappeared, it seems: I'm sure these are not un-thought possibilities……but…..could be some of these were offered an opportunity to leave the planet or discovered the means for interplanetary travel and just took off, spending time as space nomads and adventurers. I mean, really, all the way far out sci fi stuff has to come from somewhere!
Anyway, these folks would bop back and forth, just keeping their finger in the planet earth pie but from a distance. They did their thing while earthlings were dong theirs and all the while a culmination and family reunion was/is impending. So now and then certain of the interplanetary nomads would rejoin the "human" race on their terms, of course, and in this way vital information is shared. But the "ETs" have their own projects in play with agendas unbeknownst to earth inhabitants. The so-called apocalypse will be the revelation of these truths and an open sharing of all knowledge and occurrences. Upheaval in the planetary mindset is inevitable and many will realize the threat to their power agendas for religions, corporations, politics and other types of power and manipulation of peoples will be threatened and they won't go down easily. But they will be dispensed with as a way of humanity, unacceptable in their manner of dominion.
I'm one of these who are engaged in a blending enterprise, perhaps as scouts or as forerunners to future events. I know I'm not the first to bop around in this mental landscape, but I'm keeping it to myself until I feel comfortable and secure with the possible/probable aspects. Anyway, we'll see……. J !
February 7, 2007
What odd creatures we humans are! In spite of our Big Brains, we are reluctant to jump off the edge of our flat world mindscape. Because we find only artifacts, bones and remnants of previous earth lives we believe in limited possibilities. We're astounded at evidence of advanced scientific practices in ancient days. We can't believe our eyes peering at pictorial records displaying what seems to be flying saucers and beings in space suits. We're dumfounded at the possibility that certain civilizations thrived, then mysteriously disappeared! UFO sightings and alien encounters push us to the treacherous edge of that safe mind haven we've created. Some of us beings welcome the nudge but many resist stubbornly.
I say fly with the fantasies; soar with the wings of What If! The precious gift of Imagination is the vehicle which shall transport us to the Truth of our existence and we can become aware of our unlimited scope of achievements. We will begin to understand the creative process of consciousness; what makes us tick. Forget religion and politics! Don't indulge in practices which deter us from all we can be. Take hold of our vanities and prideful ambitions. Exercise analysis and good sense in decisions. Respect ourselves and our planet mates. Seek wisdom, not riches and power. Strive for intelligence to enhance the intellect. Do not suffer violence and do not commit violence! Believe that we are each one of us gods in the making; some will take longer than others to get there. Our existences have no beginning and no end, being an ever-constant creative process. We create what we are and become what we imagine.
EVENING NOTE: while watching another UFO program, I had this wild thought: I am the thought child of one advanced being blended with the thought child of another being and sharing this earth life. Now, however, the other one has completed her work and gone on to something else while I continue and focus the remainder of this earth-life phase to my new-thought arena. Sounds feasible to me! J
February 22, 2007
I sometimes awaken with thoughts in my brain that are a surprise to the conscious self. This was one of those mornings. I was thinking that if the being we've designated as Satan is an actuality, the circumstance would be that trait of our basic, driving consciousness force which informs our intentions. If the war in heaven scenario occurred, the rebellious angels represent that innate drive within us which disallows compliance and self-discipline. In essence, requisites were set forth whereby these beings may achieve the ultimate godship they understood was in their realm of capability. Conflict was the result of a refusal to temper one's own will and put one's self through the required paces for advancement. The opposition decided they deserved the honors by right of rank. The requisites would allow beings of lesser status to achieve the benefits of higher status and the opposition wanted no part of it.
In our society today we see the same behavior. Through the ages we've designated good and evil as a means of separation. Actually, these traits are innate within us all. Our choices place us in the particular categories as we know them. However, it is desirable that eventually everyone will comprehend and strive to achieve a higher level of understanding and creativity. We mortal beings are given that opportunity and we participate whether we know it or not.
Note: a "curious" seeing; fleeting, but compelling: a being appeared momentarily in my Othervision through the "tunnel"; seemed to be male, but I saw only the head; the face was that of what we've come to call alien, the skin a pale green. On his head was a helmet such as a military person or member of our SWAT team would wear. It was askew and the strap was loose and dangling. He was smiling broadly, even laughing, possibly. In seconds, he swooped up toward that now familiar vortex. Whatever the circumstance, he was very happy and shared this joy with me! J
'TWIXT and 'TWEEN
I sit me in my writing place to type between the keys.
The metaphors I want to use are waiting to be plucked
from fields of poem flowerets in energy repose.
Some say I'm just a few bricks short of rounding out a load.
The non-bricks shape an exit place in solid structures built.
And when I'm in that Realplace Space of 'Twixt and 'Tween out There,
I'm apt to fill the coffee pot and, oops! forget the grounds!
I'm here to tell you, it's a job to find a balanced stance
where teeter matches totter and the weight's fair placed atilt
so human things and spirit stuff get equal opportunity!
A cosmic elevator rides me to the top, (subtract one floor, of course),
where is a launch pad for a flight within my Lofty Home.
That happy place of 'Twixt and 'Tween and Yonder and Beneath
releases freedom to explore realms of my Actuality.
Residing in the Space Between the a-fore-mentioned Place,
I build with vague Realities a tinker toy abode
which I may change at drop of whim to suit my fickle choice.
So call me kook or weird or nuts, I cannot make response;
except to say I'm sad for you, a little bit, not much.
Whatever are requirements for an entrance to the Place
of 'Twixt and 'Tween and Other Realms, I'll work to make the grade!
Someday you, too, may recognize the Places mentioned here.
We all should be so fortunate.
Our Powers make it so is what I hope for most!
February 24, 2007
Imagination is important for a number of reasons. It is innate within every human being. It prompts thought energy. It's an enjoyable exercise that requires no great effort or expense. Indulging the imagination can relieve stress, elevate one's mood, create possibilities that may reach actuality status and, most importantly, keep that all-important brain/Mind connection sharp and viable. It's a fabulous gift, this thing we call imagination.
The energy output is probably the most important factor. Every thought is a creation of the individual. The attendant beings function in their dimensions in response to these creations. If the thoughts we humans entertain are of an unproductive or negative nature and not in tune with the order of the Higher Laws, then the effort involved is a waste of the * Cronz intent and energy expenditure. (*My created nickname for Creator Consciousnesses)
In our planet existence, we believe that an active imagination is only for the very young or the gifted and talented; that it's a tool we should use for fame and fortune as an artist, writer, actor…whatever genre requires the application of imagination. Little do we know that "it ain't what you got; it's the way what you use it". We sapes admire the products of the overtly imaginative individuals, not realizing the importance and impact of even the tiniest, most unobtrusive daydream.
Often times, the daydream or imaginative thought is a prompt from the Mind. This would be information to which we otherwise would not have access. The source is beyond that mortal amnesiac barrier common to earthlings.
March 2, 2007
Had an interesting, brief interaction this a.m.: three figures, one a short female whom I thought looked a bit like me, a tall male wearing a hat that reminded me of those which, again, was like Jewish rabbis wear; the third person was somewhat obscured standing behind the male. The "me" one reached out her arm toward me (they were at a portal type of opening) and to my left and very close I saw a hand which I presumed to be hers. It was palm up and she was wiggling her four fingers. I reached my arm up to them and that ended their little adventure, I guess. So it continues, intermittently.
March 3, 2007
A scenario I experienced this a.m. was not so brief. An angel was in my Othervision, gliding and moving in the fashion of my "guide" sphere. Its wings and body shape were outlined by bright, golden light and the whole image was white but nearly transparent. My brain went whirling, of course. I thought-challenged the appropriateness of its presence and it didn't leave, so many what-ifs surged over my thought landscape. All the while, I was seeing other persons or beings of various types and poses, male and female, appear. Eventually the scene ended and I'm left with exciting, new ponderings!
March 5, 2007
It isn't unreasonable to me that so many of our ancient ancestors' primitive concepts regarding nature lies in the fact that these were beings newly created to inhabit the planet and their previous experiences were not those concerning planetary habitation. They would be knowledgeable in the sciences since this is an area basic to all Cronz, and, being freshly arrived from the cosmic regions, they would find these matters compatible with their thought landscapes.
March 9, 2007
I find it most interesting that my "matrix moment" is really a lengthy process of small and numerous epiphanies and/or personal revelations. I prefer to mull things over till I discern the truth and the why and wherefore of a matter to achieve the understanding of possibilities. Often times, pure discernment or intuition relays a message and the pondering becomes afterthought of appreciation.
I realize the need for this state of achieving my personal understanding while my planet mates in this era in which I abide move toward their levels of enlightenment. This is happening, and it's exciting! Being of an impatient nature, it isn't soon enough for me, but I can learn to bide my time, lending my personal thought energy to the process in a quiet and seemingly unobtrusive fashion. To do otherwise would defeat the purpose and is unacceptable and unproductive, as we see from historical reference and lessons.
So the gryfyn reins in her impatience and attempts to pursue mundane interests to occupy time and space which will be neutral in impact on the corporeal level. In the landscape of thought energy there are no boundaries. I realize that, as we move on in our enlightenment process, we will abandon some thought creations. These must be dealt with and utilized in new and creative endeavors; an area where I hope to be useful.
March 11, 2007
Two days ago; just getting around to documenting it! J A transparent sphere approached a little above and to my right. It emitted a bright, white cone of light which fitted to the crown of my head above my right ear and moved directly across to just above my left ear and then was gone. The sphere lingered where it was, but left seconds after. I have no explanation, as usual, but I have been requesting intuitive info to help myself with the pain management. Perhaps this is how they do it. Today, I do have the whimsical thought of the similarity to a "dunce cap". J
I've been on a "sewing toot" this week with certain projects in mind and the effort does intensify the pain, but so far, I'm successful in keeping it manageable. Tenacity cannot be denied. So, we'll see how it goes. So far, so good!
March 12, 2007
A first for me! In the wee hours of the a.m., I became aware of the paralysis that I've heard about which the body can experience during sleep! It was psychologically disturbing and added to that, the beings I saw were odd. I tried moving but found my body and digits "curled up" as if I had a total physical handicap. I tried to speak but could barely make sounds and could not form words. My brain was functional, but in a quandary, of course. I knew this was not actuality, but it seemed so real! Finally, I was able to wake up enough to get up and move about a bit, but then went back to sleeping. Lo and behold, there it was again. For some reason I thought I needed to reach the TV remote which was very difficult and plunk, I fell to the floor in a helpless heap. I formed the thought that this was an unacceptable circumstance and , to whomever was responsible, they must find another way to approach me or be gone. Period.
I realized that I was not on the floor, of course. I saw a figure in front and to my right which resembled what we presently call a devil. He was on one knee with an arm across the bent knee and just looking at me. He wasn't scary in the demonic sense and he didn't move. Now, I've seen this posture before, plus, the devil figure was formed of the gray clouds. Simultaneously, a sweet-looking young female moved from left and just below me across and to my right. She looked at me with a rather serious visage, I thought, but I was directing my thoughts to the "devil dude", but did perceive the presence of a white figure, human in appearance, but with no particular features to note. Naturally, this all happened in a matter of seconds but seemed more like several minutes to me. Soon they were gone and I felt in control of my faculties. As I lay there, I wanted to "see" whatever else I might. There appeared the familiar cloud tunnel effect. In the distant focal point I could see the opening I expected to observe, and a "being" or person looking toward me. That one didn't stay long and the opening closed up. The clouds looked more like stone and as I moved closer to the focal area, it stayed closed and did not open though I lingered in expectation that it would. So I left it at that. You can believe I'd be sticking my long, cosmic finger into that hole because I think that's where the mischief originated!
I remember, one of the statements I "thought" to my "visitor" was my strength in the Christ ethic…can't remember my exact words, but must've felt challenged and that was part of the requirement that a different approach was needed if "he" had a request or justification for "his" appearance. By then I was awake, so got up and had coffee and sewed a bit and spent a few pondering hours and took a cat nap which I prefaced with a request that it be uninterrupted and pain-free…which it was.
As I ponder the event, I find I can sympathize with people who think they're being haunted or possessed or whatever; I'm strengthened in my belief that we feed into the illusion; I'm astonished that the human race is still so immature that we aren't elevated yet to a level of realization of actuality. Then, too, maybe it was an attempt to humble me and require an obeisance to the "old God order". If so, it didn't work…save your energy for a more productive activity! I'm busy! I may have been responsible for the scenario as a means to test myself!
My two closest neighbors, both male, like the purses I'd made so much that they bought them all between them! Now I must launch a new batch! FUN! So…back to work! J
March 14, 2007
Follow up on the aforementioned incident: I thought-communicated that I wouldn't give up until they showed me the source of the weird experience (but, of course, they know this) so after a few seconds I saw…get this…a space platform, I would call it; quite large; the pewter gray color and looked like a wheel with spokes built out from a hub area. I looked at it for several seconds, moving to a couple of perspectives. Yeah, I know, Star Trekian; right? What can I say? I was expecting to see the cloud energy scene again. But there it was; a huge wheel-looking object suspended in deep space. Whether it is real or not, I can't say. This is what I was shown. God does have a sense of humor!
April 12, 2007
Always in ponder mode J About a week ago, an array of beings made themselves visible to me. They were males, several of them and seemed to be older and their hair and visages were all varied. They appeared in the pewter grey energy color. I thought of them as the old gods. They weren't particularly looking directly at this mortal me. The facial expressions varied but most were glum or stern-looking. I flicked my hand at them but they were unaffected by it. they stayed several seconds, then un-appeared. Shortly, a pair of small lips came from the cloud mass toward my lips! I made a small kiss and have since begun to think these thoughts: these beings do represent the old gods or religions; belief systems, if you will, and they are retiring, happily! They must, of course. I'm thinking they never wanted to be gods of war, famine, destruction, etc., but being our creations, they were required to do the jobs we expected of them. Now they can be free to pursue new interests more compatible with the changes to come…or just take a vacation! They deserve it!
Last week, though I wasn't entertaining any expectations, I witnessed the opaque beings traveling from my area and was shown where they were going… an energy area from which emitted clear, bright white light; very inviting! Don't know where this is and had no interest in further pursuit, but now I know where these beings of great beauty cloaked in the opaque energy travel to and from!
The process of truth revealing is a bit slow, but maybe that's because I am! As I strive to reign in my impatience, the task becomes easier. While looking through my hodgepodge of sewing "stuff" I ran across a quote written on a post-it note that I thought I'd lost. It was stuck to another that I'd forgotten I'd copied. These are they:
HE WHO CONQUERS OTHERS IS STRONG;
HE WHO CONQUERS HIMSELF IS MIGHTY.
Lao Tse
He only is a great man who can neglect the applause of the multitude
and enjoy himself independent of its favour.
Joseph Addison
Substituting the male pronouns for female, I can relate and find them refreshing to review.
THESE THINGS I KNOW
☼ What I see is not chemically induced.
☼ I can discern the difference between dreams and visions.
☼ In no way did I consciously practice any methods, systems or criteria
to achieve the capabilities I’ve experienced.
☼ Sharing my experiences sets me up for a lot of ridicule, hatred, criticism, etc…perhaps.
☼ It’s possible that I’m expected to shoulder the responsibility
to share with my planet mates.
☼ Every mortal in existence can achieve similar experiences
if they so desire.
☼ I’ve graduated from the School of Hard Knocks!!
(graduate student status?)
☼ Imagination is more important, precious, viable, vital,
even sacred than we realize; and it’s FREE!! It just may be
the birthright of Homo sapiens.
☼ While others have been writing about the power of intent,
I’ve been doing it and dancing with the gods!
Imagination is more important than knowledge
Albert Einstein
More Musings From the Lair
June 30, 2006: it’s an amazing fact that humans are still so stupid after all these years! Yes, yes, I know; advances in science and medicine; civil rights (there’s a dichotomy!);
one could make a long list of achievements. But spiritually, we remain ignorant and infantile. If I weren’t so lazy I could make a long list of the many aspects of enlighten-
ment and evolution where we remain retarded; sometimes even reverting to exhibiting primitive urges that should have no significance in our lives. Terrorism; teen fight clubs and intolerance of diversity come to mind. Add to these, belief in the spooky type of the supernatural, defaulting decision making to others, such as those we call “psychics”, evangelical religious fervor and power mongering. Don’t forget celebrity insanity! We’re judgmental and cruel to one another; we persist in indulging our god-given imaginations in unproductive and negative activities; we refuse to believe in the value of every individual being and fail to try and understand the importance of absolute truth.
We think we’re so grown-up, and we default in the treasure of child-like curiosity and imaginative pursuits. If we could retain one ounce of our childhood daring, we would all be accomplished mind travelers by the age of 40; but no, we transport our bodies inside dangerous vehicles and money is the god of the planet. Will it never end?!
ARMORED
I contemplate retiring my armor…
The tough, resilient, barb-bedecked protection I’ve worn for so long…
So long, I suspect it’s melded with my hide, and peeled away,
would expose the raw, Susceptible, vulnerable self.
Vulnerable self that I am, I entrust no other to be armorer.
With capable skill I explore, examine, assess.
Thus can I find the chinks…
The chinks must be constantly tended,
Repaired, caulked; the barbs honed stiletto sharp.
Being a solitary, singular task, it gives time for reflection of Surface and Soul.
Since I possess no weaponry, the armor is my defense…
My defense is my protection is my armor.
With it I am guardant, confident, secure.
Without, I am as I was before the necessity of its creation.
Its creation has been my vested interest for such an interminable time.
It serves me well through skirmishes, battles, victories, losses.
The barbs bite; thick plate deflects.
I withstand blows; suffer no fresh wounds and its beauty masks hideous, old scars.
How can I bring myself, finally, to retire my armor?
My armor is myself.
I’ll take it to my grave groomed, polished, with chinks all filled.
But perhaps, for a time, I will not hone the barbs.
The barbs may be, in retrospect, a part of my armor expendable.
The armor, as such, will remain used and useful.
I will explore, examine; search out the chinks, for now I’m the armor
And the armor is me and I’ll finish my life armored.
July 18, 2006
I've decided to document occasions of "seeings" or visions; whatever one wants to call them. I realize my recall may not be accurate in all details, but many are imprinted permanently. The chronology won't be specific either, but that's the way of the Universe. I've been asking to see what "I" look like now, but for some reason it isn't happening or they've shown me & I'm too dumb to realize it. ☺ I read through most of Sylvia Browne's book again today & am encouraged to share even more. She and others have never shirked in sharing their "gifts" and knowledge and though I have no particular purpose other than to share my In Sights perhaps that would be encouraging to someone else. Besides, if these files turn out not to be book worthy, at the very least they will be full disclosure for my progeny who are of my spiritual lineage in line with the earthly one. So here goes!
Oh, one more thing. I've this moment become aware that if more of us humans connect with their In Side "powers" the more love will grow and if any deserve it, they do! They've worked tirelessly and diligently with us through all these ages asking nothing yet giving their all. They've unabashedly honored me and I hope this is a method whereby I can return a modicum of their dedication and respect! Note: forgive me if I mix in some opinion…personality trait! ☺
Initially, the color energies presented themselves in a formless manner; they were the green and blue. Quickly they became configured geometrically and dazzled me with their kaleidoscopic antics! I don't recall the date but it was in June of 1994 (my birth month). There were only these two colors at first and for some time thereafter. This was like nothing I'd ever experienced and didn't know if I ever would again. Little did I know it was just the beginning!
Before my birthday, the 1st, my eldest son and his girlfriend visited from Portland, Oregon. She worked in a New Age bookstore and had brought with her a small volume written by a man who had channeled one "Kyron" I believe was the name. This being was the master of magnetic and had never lived as a mortal. Now, I was more skeptical then than now but I began to read and found myself moved to tears by some of the statements in this book and Truth was so intuitively vivid that I couldn't ignore or dismiss it! I hadn't experienced such feelings in many years and the impact was unforgettable. This was totally new territory and yet I was absolutely comfortable there. Kyron described himself as a large orange "ball" (something like that). I don't have the book anymore but it might be interesting to read it again if it's still available. A few months after the original epiphany an orange-colored globe presented itself to me. Was it Kyron? Maybe.
I quickly became accustomed to my blue and green energy friends and they relaxed into their formless, shifting cloud-like configurations after the initial presentation. Another early presentation was from a group of what seemed to be pinpoints of very bright, white lights; probably thirty or more. These and the orange globe were a distance away. The other colors were always closer, as though more familiar with me. (I'm going to get very bored mentioning me, me, me but I don't know how else to say it.) I don't know when I realized that a small sphere was before my eyes but I think it was always there or early in the beginning at least. What delighted me most was the fact that they all moved under their own power! The game was afoot!
I don't remember exactly when I saw the following: 1. the green and blue on a very large solid sphere moving along slowly. The colors were like designs, triangles and the like. 2. the green and blue in pie-shaped configurations in the form of a disc onto which moved from nowhere, it seemed, a male in a simple robe who resembled to my mind what our concept of a Christ person might be. He stood in the center and reached an arm toward me, open-handed, palm up. I don't recall if I physically reached out to him but I did so mentally. 3. a Moses-looking fellow, again, robed; small book in hand. I thought of a Biblical prophet reference. I did reach out to this one while thinking "I'll take the book". 4. white cloud-like energies; they were not frequently present, but are quite utilitarian and diverse in their duties, it now seems. They would form symbols that I couldn't decipher; sort of "alien" looking. They once formed a very long rectangular shape off in the distance and formed upon it the words MODERNS THROUGH THE AGES. That I could read and realized it was a book…a BIG book! 5. arched area reminiscent of a cave cutaway; primitive drawings and possibly hieroglyphics on the "wall" surfaces; one that looked like a little robot which became the focus of my attention because it was totally out of place! It moved from its place on the wall and stood front and center; stayed there for several seconds. It wasn't R2D2 but not far from it! Then gone, all of it; that's the procedure, it seems.
By now we're into July ('94). I'm delighted at this new adventure and asking "why me?" and looking as much as possible because I don't know if this will end at some point. I might be crazy…whatever that means. I'm not employed at this juncture and hubby and I are trying to salvage our marriage (my fourth and final, by choice!) and I begin to read and ponder and write odd pieces of strange poetry that I don't quite get but that's how it came out and so be it. I'd been writing for several years and none of these were my typical "voice". But I liked them. Now I know I didn't write them alone. Sometime later I saw about four people sitting at a table where some papers lay and I thought these might be involved with the writing projects.
I made attempts to darken a room enough to see things with my eyes open but that was difficult to accomplish. I soon learned that merely closing the eye lids was sufficient in light or dark. Once, while resting my head against the back of the couch with eyes closed, a small, golden sphere came into my sight almost above my head, where it did move to in a few seconds. It seemed to be very ornate and was a vivid golden shade. It moved toward the area above my head and I tipped my chin to look at it. It seemed shy…maybe just curious; I don't know, but it was magnificently beautiful!
I think I should explain before I continue that I'd seen mysterious things long before this, occasionally. Images that would float by just prior to falling asleep; if I were an artist I would have loved to render them as portraits; this in the 1980s. In the late 60s and early 70s, while pregnant with my two younger children, I saw tiny spheres of light, one each on two occasions. They moved around in the room and over my body. The one I saw while carrying the youngest, my daughter, was shy; the other which visited while my second son was in the womb seemed more bold and energetic. This was during my years of membership in a particular Christian (but somewhat controversial) church. There was another time when I saw and sensed the presence of tall figures moving at my side as I walked from one room in the house to another about 3:00 am. This was after I'd made a most important decision not to follow through with a particular determination which would've taken us all down a path of sorrow and distress. I remember thinking, "Oh, fine. The house is haunted, too. Big deal".
My attention span is short and all this typing is tiresome 'cause I'm not so good at it…so I'll take breaks here and there…it matters….not ☺
July 19, 2006: after sleeping, awake but with eyes closed, is often when I would see some wild stuff. Hearing can be addressed here; I recall a time when I heard a voice from my left say something about an onerous task. It was at a distance & I saw no one. Only once did I hear a cacophony of voices in my left ear & it was distressing! Anguish, pleading, anger…it really was insane sounding. I rejected that! One morning I was thinking the question. "what should I do with this "gift" and a voice spoke quite insistently "Like God and the Son, your Master, go forth and be mighty". I thought it was the same voice of the onerous task remark; a male who sounded very stern. I wasn't into might as it meant power to me then, so I figured I wasn't going to get a straight answer. Because I didn't care for the tone of that speaker's voice or the craziness of the other vocal experience, I required, by thinking, that I hear no more voices unless I could see the one speaking. I decided if they didn't have the balls to look me in the eye then I needn't be bothered. Another sound that bugged me was an insistent humming, throbbing…sort of…in my left ear. For some time I thought it was an engine noise vibrating from somewhere down the street. I went from room to room to try & detect the source. Eventually, I wrote a piece about it and I asked, since I was obviously stuck with it, if they could turn down the volume. Oh, yes, the grid! By then I was seeing a grid spread out before me & a couple of days after my volume request I saw a male, robed figure wearing a pill-box cap to match walk along a grid line to my left. When he reached a certain point, he bent over & touched the grid then walked back. After that, the volume was reduced! Thanks! That sound would come and go and seemed to have an irregular throb. To this day, I don't know what it is and I hear it less often. My brother said it was information; the left side is male & the right, female. Information for whom or what, I don't know; it must have been important somehow.
Forget the numbering! This is why I gave up trying to keep track! Anyway…a lovely, petite, dark-haired female, young, came to a distant area at my right. She was transparent; looked as though she'd been rendered with black ink, but she was a viable being. She stopped & seemed to be looking over my right shoulder. She then fell to her knees and prostrated herself. Too much! If she's bowing to me, forget it! not my style!
Two figures approached me. They were very small. The first one was opaque and the shape would have me believe "he" was wearing a spacesuit perhaps. Why I thought male, I don't know, but I sensed it. The second person was female & looked just like the bowing girl. The first figure reached out a hand & did something to my right eye. I felt nothing, but was curious, so I didn't move. He turned to the girl and she handed him something & left. Little spaceship guy put whatever she gave him into my eye and then did something else there. She seemed rather disinterested & I couldn't see his face. They left & I opened my eyes. I could see an odd-shaped mass as if a scribble of black lines. I thought, "My god! They've put an alien seed in my eye & it's going to grow & take over my body!" Silly human. Later I could see it better in the sunlight and after a few hours it settled in, I guess, & I could tell it was a single stem with three blossoms & floated around in my eyeball just like those specks & things we get & call floaters! WOW! It's still there plus some seedlings & other stuff & a little in my left eye now. Very tiny; they don't interfere with my regular vision. Also, I would feel tingling in my scalp in varied areas now & then. I thought about implants. Silly mortal!
Each event was awesome but I wanted whatever was next. And I always felt as though I were in charge; still do, but came to realize there is teamwork involved & each has a job to do. One afternoon, while "looking", a male face with black & pointy goatee rushed right up to me. It was scary in a handsome, sophisticated way…red color essence…think devil. I didn't care for it so I thought, "If it's appropriate you're here; welcome. If not; be gone". It immediately zoomed back from whence it came. Was this to test my mettle or self-empowerment? Maybe.
Hubby and I separated (not worth retelling) and one night, I woke from sleep and saw a Being hovering near the foot of the couch. (I stopped sleeping in the bed) The form was visible from tip of head to a fade-out area in the lower torso. There was nothing to indicate gender. Was I startled? Hell, yes! I attempted to look it gone, but it stayed for several seconds and even moved to my left before it was gone. My only words were, "What's this?" I don't think it was there to converse, but to show me that it had gained a capability to enter my dimension. Since it was the familiar and friendly green color, I didn't feel at all threatened, merely stunned. I'll describe some features I recall and you'll understand why. Friendly Fred or Frieda (I call it) had a large, wide head with no hair. The closed-mouth smile was broad; we would say ear-to-ear; and friendly- no other word for it. I honestly thought of tyrannosaurus rex because that's what it resembled in my thought framework. The arms were odd, as well. I've seen what was called thermaldehyde babies (I am not certain about that phrase…the problem has been corrected and doesn't occur now, I believe) anyway, they were like human arms, but tiny and shriveled, nearly useless looking. This happened in '95, but I don't know the exact date; I was working again by then. I like to think that my interaction with this playmate green energy enabled the visit and configuration or at least encouraged the capability. It's no wonder I learned early on that we have a certain obligation to these energies and other entities which put so much of their own efforts into our human experience! The Seth Books were not yet in my little collection of New Age works at the time.
I have a warrior streak in my personality makeup. Relatives from 'way back were what I call "feudin' folk", even to the extent of revenge/murder by a couple of males! All my life I've struggled with a fierce temper; typical red-head. With a mother who exerted extreme discipline and a father who supported her efforts (I discovered later in life this was his method of self-control), I rarely misbehaved in the extreme; but there were those times when I was defiant and suffered the consequences. On the other hand, I truly desired to be a "good girl" so I can't hate my parents' misguided efforts. It turns out they did a decent job after all. So, the self control began at a very early age and still continues. Thankfully, stress diminishes, and my later years are filled with more peace of mind and less anguish. I've had a personal hand in this by my choices of lifestyle and semi-solitude. Okay; long way round to get to the point!
A "seeing" that was most intriguing: off to my left; an opening different from any before or since: metal; sections which moved apart; it seemed to be many-sided, such as octagonal; very sci-fi looking. While it was open, three males and one petite female appeared by turns. I saw their heads and just a bit of the shoulders. Only the faces looked like regular humans because they wore some type of "material" which seemed to be so snug that it blended with the skin of their faces. The men were older, it seemed, and the female much younger. The males looked grim and stern; displeased, I thought. The female had a small smile on her face which to my thinking was a tad smug. Now, I believe these were those same old farts I've had to deal with off and on. The smug smile I encountered other times, finally deciding I didn't care for it and disallowing it. Occasionally, it shows up, so I guess those beings just can't help themselves. For all I know, that same smug smile shows up on my own lips sometimes!
It seems I'm unable to merely relate what I saw without elaboration! Sorry…. Anyway, shortly the faces left and the "window" closed up the same as it opened, in reverse fashion. I love sci-fi stuff, so didn't anguish much, but always ponder. I'd written the piece "Armored" previously and made a connection with it and the "vision", accurately or not.
One of the "edicts" I put forth to my "sphere", which I consider a Mind counterpart, was that I have absolutely no interaction of the UFO and blue or gray alien types. Everyone else was doing it & it didn't appeal to my maverickness. Imagine my surprise when, while writing at something and closing my eyes in concentration to capture just the right phrasing, I saw a spaceship in the distance off to my right! A head only appeared at the side of the ship, probably a holographic projection. The face was typical of pictures abductees have drawn, except that there was a nose, long and thin and flat against the face. My memory of the color is vague, but it seemed blue/gray; that may not be accurate, but it was slightly different from others' descriptions. The face looked directly at me and smiled generously with its lipless mouth. It turned to its right where my "sphere" was and stayed there for a few seconds. When it turned back to look at me again, I perceived what I thought was a sorrowful countenance. Then it left. When I told hubby, he made a less than enthusiastic remark…more writing on the wall for our marriage. Oh, yes, another significant thing; the alien face was encased in the same type of armor-looking material as those four portal persons. The events occurred at different times, so I didn't initially realize the similarity. Connect the dots; no numbers! Somewhere around the same time frame, I observed a group of people boarding a spaceship. They were dressed in white robes and I thought I wanted to join them! The last one boarding turned in my direction with that smug smile and then they were gone. This was around the time of the comet and group who took their lives en masse for some misconstrued fanatical purpose of boarding the ship they believed hidden behind it. Such a thing is against my nature as I know myself, so I couldn't understand why I wanted to board that ship!
The same white-robed person appeared in a couple of other scenarios; blond hair, blue eyes and for some reason, I was making a connection with Hitler's fanatic belief. When I last saw this guy with a background of things reminiscent of organized religion, especially a building I could identify as the Mormon Salt Lake temple, I decreed that he and any like him be banned from my area of energy or seeing. I did not like it and felt it was being imposed upon me and I was adamant! This was respected and I didn't experience that particular expression until recently but it wasn't directed at me personally and was appropriate that I have the observation, so I didn't object.
Other warrior things: a large mountain-type rock formation with foliage on top and below, a sort of forested area; a young native male running through the forest with long strides and hardly touching the ground, it seemed. At one point, without breaking stride, he looked up and seemed to look at me. Since then, from my armchair, I've tried to see the area where this may have taken place by watching anything on T.V. that might resemble it. The closest I saw not too long ago was in Machu Pichu, but I'm not positive and if it was in ancient times the landscape would be changed somewhat. Again I saw this person, still young and wearing a headdress, astride a horse right in front of me and pumping his arms up and down as though victorious in some way. Two more "warrior" scenes; I don't remember which came first: a male more identifiable to my present self as a native American, as we now call them, blade in hand and running like hell. A man in uniform that was definitely cavalry, possibly officer rank, mounted on a horse, was chasing down the "Indian". The landscape was the West with sagebrush, rocks and dry, dusty earth. The man on foot hardly stood a chance against the four-legged steed. He stumbled and fell flat on his face. The mounted soldier reined in his horse just about four feet away and sat there looking at the native, who didn't move. No weapons were drawn, no more action took place and shortly the scene ended. I like to think the soldier was humanitarian enough to capture and not kill his prey. The other scene was one that could be a striking and captivating portrait if I possessed an artist's talent: my view was a bit distant but not too far away and to the right, nearly semi-profile of a slim, muscular male, adult, definitely native American, standing at the edge of a projection of rock plateau high above the landscape. His head was bowed and his right arm, closed-fisted, was raised at about a 45 degree angle to the heavens. It lasted several seconds and this time, I seemed to pull back and move to the rear a bit before the scene ended. I wish I could paint it!
I'm wishing I had documented everything; but I didn't have the time then. Maybe this way I can figure more of this out. I'm the master of my minutes now. Typing is boring, though, so I'll quit for now. What a Power Trip!
FLUTE NAKAI
Your notes seduce my soul primeval
from its hibernating place.
The music speaks a hallowed talk
to once attendant ears.
In sweeter voice than human throat
you sing me of my dreams
where Gentle Savage leaps and fights
and prays to all the gods.
A warrior prince I was that time
but where I don't recall,
and yet, within your fluting tones,
I am transported there.
So breathe, Nakai, your Spirit Life
into the Soul of Flute
so I may give my thirsting Heart
from Springs of Truth a drink
and frolic as the woodland fawn
in primal majesty.
I'll lay my tired and searching Soul
upon Celestial Leaves
as music of the Flute Nakai
sings lullaby to me.
WARRIOR HEART
O, Champion of my yearning Soul, give sound to my poor voice.
Allow my mouth to speak the words of songs my Spirit sings.
Give heed to the mechanics of primordial response
wherein my heart is drumming out the journey's hidden path.
When I am true, the beat is strong; when not, its tone is mute.
Take to you the striking stick and keep me in your reach.
I offer you this warrior heart for ceremony dance.
Chant is how I talk my gift and drum is how I sing.
My power beat I blend into the womb of Mother Earth.
Our music makes a Thunder Song and Lightning is our fire
and feathers of the Phoenix Bird adorn our mighty heads.
My heart is true, the beat is strong.
It never will be mute.
Take to you the striking stick and make my drum your own.
This warrior heart I offer you in ceremony flame.
My gift is heart, my song is heart to be your warrior drum
and sound your mighty Thunder Talk in all the Great Beyond
to every ear that listens for the words of your Great Truth.
Take the striking stick I give and keep me in your reach.
I offer you this warrior drum
in ceremony death.
O, Champion of my yearning soul, give sound to my poor voice.
Chant is how I talk my gift and drum is how I sing.
My gift is heart; my song is heart, to be your warrior drum.
Take to you this striking stick and make my drum your own.
March 13, 2009
WHAT IF…
Those beings we are led to believe are dearly departed loved ones are really impersonators who present themselves to assuage your grief and anguish? They would have all knowledge of your life's interactions with others and be able to tell you exactly what you want to hear and identify themselves to your satisfaction.
March 14, 2009
What If…the so-called war in Heaven is actually energy and entity groups promoting their own agendas and the sought-after "spoils" are the embodied spirits? The amnesia aspect of biological life would make for fair game and perhaps the victorious force is that one which can claim the largest number of spirits gleaned. Our human behavior is a reflection of universal behavior, naturally aggressive, often exhibited in a more senselessly brutal manner.
March 15, 2009
What If…in achieving the next level of enlightenment, mankind discovers that all the old belief systems have been turned topsy-turvy and truth reveals that the good guys are not all that good and the bad guys are truly the admirable heroes; in other words, we've been duped, folks. Subterfuge is an ancient practice and disinformation is an accepted method for leading many down a primrose path. What if we come to understand the true meaning of the Biblical phrase, "even the elite will be deceived"?
What If…contact with departed loved ones which many of us seek through the efforts of psychics and mediums is actually performed by impersonators; beings whose task it is to attend to your self-perception and enhance your concept of miraculous events? They would know exactly what you needed to hear and happily perform to create a deterrent from Truth.
What If…there exist many such detours, in place for eons of earth time and designed to fulfill specific purposes of the Original Plan. Supernatural and paranormal arenas are seductive and captivating, not to mention entertaining; but is that where Truth Absolute may be found?
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