April 3rd, 2010

There comes this point when we are in the field of Creation that we are clear we are inseparable. In that inseparably, no one wanted to be separated from each other yesterday. We had 5 points to cover over a 6 hour period and off we went. Just as the day before precluded any ability to travel, April 3rd opened up the sky so we could journey to the top of California over an hour away, South Klamath Lake, a bird sanctuary. I know most people do not know the caliber of work that is possible opening up portals within which the extraordinary can occur. Sophia and others came early to open up the portals and when  we went to our first one, it was palpable.  The Beings asked that people become a dome in groups of 5.  I could see the dome structure as people walked out into the portal. Encircled, they were radiant light. Some groups sang. Some were in the silence. You see, the Beings are us and not us. A group of people became the realms of creation they are a unique and essential part of. I watched glowing energetic grids that I had never seen before ever.  I could hear the names of every person as their own name of their DNA of love.
Small jet-propelled birds flew low to the ground all around us.  As we left eagles flew around us on either side of the road.
From the furthest point we made our way to the next point a vista point on 97.  I did not know when Sophia had been there, she had felt the earth move under her feet. Both Sarah and I and others almost fell so unbalanced suddenly as we moved into the portal. These are the kinds of things that make you believer even if you are one.  These portals are available to everyone who wishes to visit them and be part of the great earthly cosmic grids that are enveloping us as ourselves.
We made it to Lake Shastina, the most unique and unusual energy. This was where I had found my way as the intensity of the connection persisted when I first connected with the Beings. It was on the boat ramp walk that I opened myself up into what was there to be present to...a moment in time that will live wtih me forever.
After lunch, we found our way to the portal.
"You see, the linear mind is collapsing. We must learn to experience energy, think in geometric shapes, and rhythms.  The spiral you see on so many ancient monuments and in original text is not object identified language. It is language that connects us to the universe."
The Beings were teaching us how to connect to them through how we organized ourselves. People practiced feeling their own connection. Connective language is the language of the future. I wonder how long it will take before people realize the devastating effect of object based language on the human consciousness.
I have learned through geometrics, energy, and rhythms. It is why I can be present to what is all around us that we never see. Now others' minds are opening to the universal language of creation.  There is no "why" there, there is.
From Lake Shastina, we went 40 miles to the most elemental point near MacCloud. The purpose of our going was to lay crystals at every point. These crystals are both communication connectors as well as remembrance connectors.  So much happened. It is impossible to tell here. The energy at Lake Shastina was so intense people were wilting. Then a couple of people startd playing with Lily in the snow. Then others started a snowball fight. There is nothing like enjoying each other and life to refurbished our energy bodies!
The last spot was Lake Siskiyu for those of us who had not taken our crystals there. I sang the song the Being had taught me.
It was complete. Everyone filled out with Light. Faces purified by our commitment to the project. We all looked as if we were new born.  Laughing, crying, hugging, we have completed what we had been told to do.
The portal opened and we knew what we were to do between 1 and 3  today. We were the new dreamers. We were going to supported in our dreaming of a new realm of creation for human beings in unity with all life.Vibrant and exhausted we headed back to the lodge for dinner, gathering for a few last words, and bed.
Christ's last recorded words on the cross was, "It is finished." It is finished. Suffering is finished. We are resurrecting new life, new paths, new consciousness, new connectivity that has always been  there but we were not yet able for it.
Hurrah!

Recording of April 1 Mimzy Call

Those of us who gathered voice to voice last night did so on behalf of the whole.  It is a beautiful call to listen to.  We'll be gathering again on Sunday April 4 at 9:45am PT/10:45am MT/11:45am CT/12:45pm ET/5:45pm UK or IR time.   Call in on 605-475-6006  PIN 999326#
Love Deb

Visions--From Don

This morning I meditated as I normally do, but instead of meditating sitting up as I usually do, I lay down and put the crystals on my heart.  Almost immediately, I began seeing different visions in my meditation, something that has never happened before.  I have been working hard on trying to see through my third eye and have only had a sporadic success, but this morning it was continuous and wonderful.

From Maureen

Sophia calls the Spirits and they come.  From all dimensions, from Telos, from other star systems, they are here.  We join together in glorious Unity; we are blessed. 

Sleeping Next To The Mountain--From Sarah

Last night Tia and I slept on the front porch of the old 1930s magnificent horseranch directly under the mountain.  We felt her blessing all night outside, and at 5:00 a.m. I could feel her moist droplets on my face.  At 6:30 a.m. we awoke to bits of snow on our bed.  It feels as if there is a mother ship directly over us watching, blessing, caring, loving, nourishing, and in the dawn of my eyes just before they opened, I can see the rainbow flakes of light.  Yesterday Dove and I scooted down the mountain on our plastic trash bags on our bottoms.  We are so grateful for all of you.  Thank you!

This is from Holley in Korea (who is from the USA, just lives/works there now):

See what we are ushering in! The Golden Age is upon us! Here is a sign of that...

Newark, N.J., marks first murder-free month in 44 years

In the annals of American urban decay, Newark, N.J., has long stood apart. Five of Newark's last seven mayors have been indicted on criminal charges, and in 1996, Money magazine named Newark — a city of around 280,000 just eight miles outside of New York City — the "Most Dangerous City" in America. In explaining its choice, Money reported that one in every 25 Newark residents had been the victim of a violent crime at some point.

Boy, how times have changed.

Fourteen years after winning that dubious distinction, Newark is in the midst of a drastic turnaround. And today marks a significant milestone in that shift: March 2010 is now in the books as the first month in 44 years that no one was murdered in New Jersey's largest city. In a story time-stamped at 12:01 a.m. this morning, NJ.com reports:

It's been 32 days since a homicide took place in Newark, marking the first time there has been a slay-free calendar month in the city since 1966.

Police Director Garry McCarthy said he hopes to best a 43-day period from March to April of 2008, the longest span of time without a slaying in the city since 1961. 10 homicides have occurred in Newark since January 1st, and none have taken place in the South Ward, long believed to be Newark's most dangerous section.

Most observers credit the city's turnaround to the aggressive efforts of Mayor Cory Booker, elected in 2006 on pledge to restore the city's economy and civic order. Booker may be best know in the media world for a fake feud he had with Conan O'Brien, but he's an accomplished civic reformer. Prior to his election, Booker lived for eight years in one of the city's more notorious housing projects where he organized tenants to fight the drug gangs that riddled the area.

Shortly after his inauguration, Booker appointed MCarthy, the former NYPD Deputy Commissioner of Operations, to overhaul Newark's beleaguered police department. He collaborated with McCarthy on improved law-enforcement measures such as round-the-clock security cameras to monitor criminal activity throughout the city. Booker has also made a point of patrolling the streets of the city in late evening hours in the company of his security staff.

"We're really encouraged," Booker said in an interview with Yahoo! News about Newark's landmark month without a murder. "This is just another milestone that proves we're making progress in our city. It's really helping pulling the city together."

He also says that he plans to keep building on the achievement. "We're going to continue to push beyond what people think is impossible. We want to show the rest of the country what's possible by doing what we're doing."

— Brett Michael Dykes is a national affairs writer for Yahoo! News.

April 1st, 2010

April 1st, 2010


It is Friday, April 02, 2010. I had started to write the blog last night and my computer mysteriously decided to update and I lost everything. So as in life…I begin again today.

Yesterday was our first day out. We began the morning with Georgia, our beloved chef who has never cooked for 25 people before, having me make eggs. It was so much fun! 50 eggs became scrambled through ingenious and shared means. The pans we used were iron skillets. Let me tell you those are not easy things to lift. I stirred keeping the eggs from burning on the bottom of the pan and, once done, Alice heaved them to roasting ovens where Georgia keeps everything warm in. We are also cooking on a 1900s old fashioned cast iron gas stove with gigantic and uneven burners. What a gas!

We gathered after the Food Mimzys’ had cleaned up and met each other officially and played the bowls to open the space. Then, our lunch all laid out on the covered pool table, we fixed our lunch of soup and sandwich…soup was the incredible Thai Chicken soup from the night before and Carrot Soup for the day. We had all sorts of sandwich meats and my favorite almond butter and mayonnaise!

We took off for the headwaters of the Sacramento River. I left Ohio several years ago and wandered for about six months, then met Glenn who is now with me, and wandered again. When I heard the name Sacramento, I knew the wandering was over. Sacramento means Sacred Moment. It has been that since we moved to the area. Now we were headed to the headwaters of the Sacramento River 220 miles away from where Glenn and I live in the town of Mt. Shasta, cocooned in a Senior Park in the middle of the city.

Sophia, our mystic shaman, led us in ceremony. Beautiful! While we were getting smudged and laying our jewelry in basket on a hip-high tree stump, a little girl and her mom came to fill their water jugs. The headwaters come out of the side of the hill. As we prepared to do ceremony, people kept coming and coming to fill their water bottles. Yet everyone was silent. This kind of event is not strange to Shasta and in the unsaid movement of the people welcomed.

We circled, standing on the bank around the pool that began the Sacramento River. I took off my shoes and slipped into that space of bonding with the earth, the sky, and the heart. As I turned to sit down, a young Native born man was standing there. I walked over to him and he asked what we were doing. I told him we were initiating ourselves into a journey that would end on Sunday joining in creating a common dimensional bridge between higher beings and human beings. He asked if he could drum. I introduced him to Sophia and she gave him her drum. So much happened in the next hour. Sophia rattled doing ceremony with all of us encircling the headwaters. The “boy-man” drummed and sang songs of the earth. I looked up at him once and I was taken into a point of unity. This young long haired dressed in black man celebrating the earth with the white people who have made his home their home.

At one point when there was no drumming or chanting we began to hear a choral of male voices chanting. People could hear it above the sound of the waters while they could not on the other side of the pool hear the drums. No one was visibly there.

I was told later another Native born came and drummed and chanted with us. I was enmeshed in the unity occurring so did not discern a difference, just an appreciation of that the chanting and drumming was there.

We dipped our crystal necklaces we had been given into the waters and moved away in silence. I was drawn to walk down the beginning river that led to my home. I crossed a bridge and made my way into a grove where a single green bench waited from me. I let Lily run and I sat feeling the Beings who now could come in close through the portal of unity that had been created. I cannot describe what it is like to be in an energetic union with the cosmos. Mostly I have that unity with elementals and the primal forces of earth. This is so different. There is an intelligence that is so old, old does not define it. So without the concerns or considerations we experience. Yet so at work on behalf of what connects the fundamental life force of the universe in its integrity and truth.

I will move on now. Other things happened that were exquisite but these things are private to the people who shared them with me. Not for my telling.

We ate lunch there. Some of us curled up in the lush green pads of land linked by wooden crosswalks as the river learned its way. Some gathered at picnic tables.

Getting everyone into cars was hysterical. Human beings are so precious when they begin to experience direct connection and dimensionalizing. C lost her phone. Sue went looking for it. C found her phone that was never lost - then went looking for Sue.  Alice, one of the drivers, was so impacted by her experience she was laughing and sharing with great bravado as she sought to contain herself enough to drive the car.

The day was clouding over as we headed for Bonnie Flats, the highest point you can get to in April on Mt Shasta. As our caravan climbed up the mountain, the blue bled through the overcast sky. By the time we got there, the late afternoon had warmed. Lily, my black 50 pound bundle of joy, leapt up the bank sliding and running ecstatically up and down the snow. Who knows how deep the snow was…10 to 20 feet it would seem looking at the trees that were surrounded. We all walked, laughed, and anchored our hearts in the mountain. Some of us laid down on the ground connecting to the inner city of Telos. The mountain as so visible, so commanding, so engulfing. Purple mountain majesty was fully realized. Our souls were thoroughly fed.

Home to rest. The Food Mimzy crew headed for the kitchen to prepare another fine meal. Not only are the meals so full of taste and love, they are colorful and set up with an impeccable eye for beauty. That is the remembrance. Life is beautiful. We are beautiful. What we are connected to is beautiful.

As we got started with our meals, I looked out the window and people from Mt Shasta were coming with their drums for a night of drumming. I was so excited I couldn’t eat. I, we have such a respect for the people of Shasta and how true they have been to the energy that they live in here. I left my plate and headed to meet them. Anne was the drumming leader. She carries that twinkle in her eyes of a very old and wise shaman. I was endeared to her instantly. Every single man and woman there was rich with their own heritage of spirit. I was engulfed by their souls and their simplicities. To live with a mountain such a Shasta pretense in not allowed. You could see they had been carved out of the mountain and were living representations of its spirit.

Karen and her drummers also came from Washington to join us. Everyone had a drum or a rattle, both drumming circles bringing their drums and rattles to share with us. Karen had brought a stone to energize and had done a drumming circle on the mountain earlier that day.

Karen brought a huge gong and an equally huge drum. I will be posting pictures soon. Anne, the elder, led the ritual to begin the drumming. The drumming began. The gong purred up our spines. The large drum held by ropes was played by four people with large drumming sticks. The rest of us rattled and drummed, holding the rhythm of each other and feeding the earth and its wonder, the cosmos and its awe with our sounds. At one point, I saw Sophia standing on the far side of the room holding the rhythm as the room filled with the sounds of creation.

There were 33 of us. A sacred number. As the drumming quieted and stopped, we stayed in the silence a very long time. Eventually, Anne asked us to slip our arms around each others’ waist in circle. We stood. She prayed a prayer of gratitude. People in the circle spoke elegantly of our unity, our love of earth, our joy of being co-creators with the cosmos. We spoke of sacred things. Gave a great squeeze and ended.

So much sharing went on before we left. As someone said, “We were with others of our family, no longer limited by blood -a Family of the Heart.”

We were our own headwaters that night of a new reality. As the Beings say, “You are the new dreamers. We are here to build the future with your dreams.”

(I apologize for not checking for errors. I have to run downstairs and get ready for breakfast!)