Letters from Camp #4

beamsinfogNever Too Late to Start

I prayed about whether I was being guided to commit to a training program that most likely would take years to complete. After all, I’m not feeling too much like a Spring chicken these days. Bones creak. I grunt when I get out of the car after driving for a few hours, and it takes me a few steps to loosen back up.

But I am feeling strongly impressed to start walking down this road, and being one who knows that Spirit – my Spirit Guides in particular – understand better than my little personality-Self what is for my highest and greatest good. With a heavy sigh, I make arrangements to attend my first week-long Seminary.

The sigh is not for the information I may glean from the classes, it is for the time and effort it will take to get ready for the trip: the planning, the packing, the loading, the driving, the unloading, the change in time zones, the sleep pattern disruptions…It is really going to take me out of my routine, and so – though I won’t like it very much – it is probably about time for a little routine-disrupting. I learned a few decades ago that the more I can vary my routine, the less likely I am to fall into the density of the consensus reality most people live in.

This time around, I give myself ample time to properly prepare, and this relieves a lot of the stress I sometimes feel when getting ready for a road trip. Fast forward to the week of classes. I am sitting in a class, and somehow the conversation turns to learning, and how when we commit to mediumship, we are best served by continuing to study to improve our knowledge through education and training whenever possible. The message was: there is always more to learn.

An older man is sitting in the class. I notice him because he obviously has more miles on his physical vehicle than I do. He listens intently, and makes the comment that sometimes he wonders if his continued efforts even matter due to his advanced age. The teacher responds by saying that someone once told her that they continue to study not for advancement in THIS life, but in preparation for the NEXT one.

Though this comment was directed at him, it resonated deeply with me, as well. I know now that I will never be too old to be learning about Spirit and the things of Spirit. It is NOT in vain, because it is not for this life,but rather the next, for indeed my Soul is eternal even though this body may not be. Thank you, dear man, for asking that question. I very much needed to hear that message, too. And isn’t that how Spirit works after all? We will all get what we need, even when we don’t know we need it!

Always listen to your heart. The wisdom of your heart is the connection to your authentic power – the true home of your Spirit.                                                                ~Angie Karan

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Letters from Camp #2

Camp Chesterfield Sign

Meeting Solomon and Charlie

When I went to explore Camp Chesterfield in July of 2016, I went with some hesitation. My past experiences with Spiritualist Camps in particular, and Spiritualist Churches in general have been – well, mixed is the best word to use.

When I was first reawakened almost 30 years ago, Spirit led me into a tiny Spiritualist church on the West Coast, but based on later experiences in other Spiritualist organizations, you wouldn’t know it was a Spiritualist Church. There was a healing service and a message giving time, but both blended into the regular Sunday service. The founder of this little church was a tiny powerhouse of a woman (supported by her delightful husband Jim) with cornflower blue eyes that – with one glance – could pierce you to your very core. Her name was Beulah. I don’t think it was an accident that one of the meanings for this name is ‘lady-boss’. She certainly was the center around which that church revolved.

There is a whole magnificent teaching story with this Master, but I will save that for some other time. The point of mentioning this church was the sense of welcome and warmth I felt when I stepped into this small, close-knit community. Almost a generation’s worth of years later, I walked into a large well-established Spiritualist church and barely made it to the end of the service. I left, trembling, and decided that was not the place for me. I’ve never been back.

I won’t mention the OTHER Camp I visited that left me disillusioned about all things Spiritualist. There have been some changes there since last I worked there, and I am sure they have been only for the better. When I left there, I left feeling that perhaps this Spiritualism thing was not for me in any form. Yet I kept finding myself on Spiritualist websites (mostly English – as in England – ones). Well, when would I ever have the resources to study in England? Probably never, to be honest here.

Then came the repeated hints (I now understand they were coming from my Dr Teacher) to give the ‘sunflower philosophy’ one more chance. This year, 2016, was the time to do that. I recently moved to a state that put me within a comfortable day’s drive of Camp Chesterfield, so the travel obstacle was removed. I discovered they offer a training program that I can participate in according to my means and time schedule. That provides an incentive to explore in that direction.

I took things slowly. I enrolled for a weekend workshop with someone whose books I’d read and enjoyed. I enjoyed the grounds and the overall atmosphere of the place. (Notice I didn’t use the obvious phrase: I really liked the ‘Spirit’ of the place.)

But this Letter is about exactly that: the Spirit of the place. I had the most intense experience while in that brief workshop. The workshop leader guided us through a relaxation/grounding meditation, and then said that now we would have the opportunity to meet one of our Spirit guides, the one we most needed to connect with according to our current place on our spiritual journey.

I’ve never had such a physical reaction to the presence of anyone in Spirit, except for the times when crossed-over loved ones hit me in the heart with the intensity of their love and it makes me want to cry. I have ‘seen’ Spirit guides and loved ones clairvoyantly and ‘heard’ them speak clairaudiently, but rarely have the communications been so clear as they were this day, in this place.

He stood directly in front of me, eyes blazing. Robed and carrying a staff, he just worked with the energy of my 3rd chakra, my heart chakra, my throat, my 3rd eye and my temples as well. I felt all of this in my physical body during the brief meditation. When we came back from the guided meditation, it took me awhile to come back to normal, waking life self. I proceeded to do a sketch of this being, and as I worked, I heard the name Solomon. Right after I finished the drawing, I concentrated on coming back to normal awareness.

In the process of ‘coming back down’, I saw very clearly a smiling red-haired, slightly balding, short-statured man. With this image, I heard the name ‘Charlie’. What the heck? I thought. Who the heck is this Charlie fellow? Is he someone’s crossed-over loved one? Sometimes I see them clearly enough to draw them. No one claimed him. For no apparent reason, I heard an old hymn in my head while I sketched Charlie. I filed that away, too.

Later that day, I had a reading with the workshop facilitator. I wanted to experience her process. Towards the end of the reading, she mentioned the name Charlie and tried to place him as one of my relatives in Spirit. the problem is, I don’t HAVE a relative named Charlie in Spirit. When I said so, she just replied ‘Well, I’ll just leave you with that, then.’ I left a bit confused, but knew that the mention of Charlie was something I needed to pay attention to.

Later that evening, there was an All-Medium Message service in the Chapel. I thought the extra donation would be worth the experience, so I went. Messages were flying to people all around me, and some were getting more than one. I was curious as to whether anyone was going to come to me. The demonstrations were drawing to a close. There was only one medium left, and she was going to do flower messages. The hymn chosen to introduce her was the same song I’d heard in my head earlier that day.

OK. NOW I’m paying attention. Then she asked anyone who had not yet received a message to raise their hands. Up went my hand. I told Spirit in my head which flowers I wanted them to impress her to choose for me so that I could know she was for real listening to Spirit. The vase began to empty. Then she reached for the flowers I had chosen for myself. She pulled them out, and gave a message to someone else. ‘Bummer,’ I thought.

She gave another couple of messages before she turned to me. She reached for the flowers from the vase, and struggled to free them. All of them started – and kept – trying to come out in a clump. Even she made the comment that they were fighting her. Inside, I smiled. Spirit was letting me know they TRIED to impress her to pull those particular flowers for me. She literally had to use both hands to wrestle the ones she’d chosen for me from the vase.

I don’t remember the exact words she first spoke to me, but it had to do with my willingness to Serve Spirit. Then, as she was winding down, she mentioned Charlie. Here it was AGAIN. When things come to me in threes, I pay very close attention, especially when they are so close in time. OK. So I don’t have a loved one in Spirit named Charlie, but someone named Charlie is definitely trying to get my attention!

I went home with a lot of questions but knowing that, as always, when I am supposed to know something, I will. I have been living with the knowledge that the Universe does not waste energy. I will know what I need to know WHEN I need to know it, and not a moment sooner.

I’d been sensing for months that I was in the middle of what can only be termed a second awakening on the level of that re-awakening I’d experienced in my 30s. And now, with this trip to Camp Chesterfield, came the awareness that this sense was on track. I could hardly wait for what would be coming next.

Life is a series of awakenings.                                                                      ~Swami Mukeiji

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Brother Crow – A Full Circle Moment

When I was on the West Coast recently visiting my daughter, I had a powerful experience that I know was a full-circle moment. I know there is a powerful message there for me, and I wait for it to be revealed in the fullness of time.

CrowbywaterYes, it involves another encounter with one of my closest Spirit Animal allies: Crow. You can find the story of my first encounter with crow here. Over the years, I have had more than one luminous, unusual encounter with the power of Crow Medicine. This month, I encountered Crow in the very same fashion as when I first walked past the crow that was lying dead in the gutter by the curb.

I threw my back out while visiting my daughter and needed to drive to Tacoma (the town I lived in when I was opened back up to the Voice of Spirit). The chiropractor that used to treat me when I was in the military still practices there, and is always happy to squeeze me in if needed. Now, I could have gone with my daughter and her boyfriend, but if I had, I doubt I would have had the experience I did.

I arrived in Tacoma early for my appointment, and there was a Starbuck’s across the street, so I went over to the store to get a coffee and something to snack on. I didn’t want to sit in the store because it was a wonderful day and I didn’t want to sit in the parking lot, either. I got in the car and drove slowly – I now realize I was following Spirit -until I came to a place behind a box store where there were some trees and some shade where I could eat my breakfast sandwich.

As I pulled up to park under the trees, I was shocked to see a crow lying in the parking lot. It had obviously been recently hit as the blood pooling underneath the creature was still bright red. I was overcome with a full-on sense of time wrapping back upon itself somehow, and knew this was NOT an accident. I finished my snack, then used the bag the sandwich came in to pick the bird up and put it in the ivy growing under the trees  where I was parked. I apologized to the bird that I could not do more in the moment. It was better than leaving the bird lying on the pavement in the sun.

As I drove away to the appointment, I felt as if I were in two times at once, pondering the odds that I would 1) be in Tacoma, 2) go to the chiropractor while I was there, and 3) find a dead crow that needed my help. Again.

If I hadn’t thrown my back out, I would not have needed to drive to Tacoma. If I hadn’t arrived so early, I wouldn’t have had time to kill. If I hadn’t been hungry, I wouldn’t have stopped at the store, I would have waited in the office. If it hadn’t been such a nice day, I would have eaten the meal in the store. The timing was perfect, and I did follow the subtle current of energy that was gently leading me.

To the crow that gave its life so I could receive my message, I give thanks. And I will do my best to hear it so that your sacrifice is not wasted.

Since our waking life can be worked in the same way or sleep dreams can, I will share what I learn when I work this experience with my dream Teacher next month. Until then, thank you, brother Crow, for your constant companionship on my spiritual journey.

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We do not create our destiny; we participate in its unfolding. Synchronicity works as a catalyst toward the working out of that destiny.                                         ~David Richo

Ancient Mother Bear Comes to Visit

One of the most profound experiences I had while on this adventure was the dream that woke me in the middle of the third night we were there.

Crow spoke to me every morning when I walked the grounds at first light. The constant appearance of crow was a gentle reminder that, no matter what I ‘thought’ was happening here, I needed to remember there was magic happening on some other level.

I fell into bed exhaused after yet another day of confusing, bizarre events that seemed to be in direct opposition to what was ‘supposed’ to be happening. Almost every journey took me to Egypt, but that was not the theme of this week – at least not for everyone else. But I had come for a dream adventure, and in retrospect that is EXACTLY what I got.

Ancient Mother Bear

Ancient Mother Bear

It happened on that third night. I received a gift from Spirit that is beyond any reckoning, and I treasure it still as it continues to resonate in my life, this new connection with an Ancient Spirit Companion. She was patiently waiting for me to answer her call, and when I look back over the past two and a half decades, I can see clearly she has been summoning me almost since the beginning of my spiritual journey.

When I still lived on the West Coast, I purchased a drum because I was drawn to it, not because I had any idea what to do with it. The drum had bear fur and claws on it. The name of the drum was ‘Speaks the Bear’. I sat in a few circles with this drum, and it traveled with me all the way to the Black Hills of South Dakota before it broke from the dry air. I didn’t know how to repair it, so I dismantled it.

I suspect she was tired of waiting for me to come to her, or perhaps it was the re-opening of my dream world connection that precipitated the experience. No matter. I awoke with a start from the most vivid dream I’ve ever had before or since, feeling energy in my back where her claws had ripped me open. Here is my dream:

BEAR HUG

I am in conversation with someone when I look down at my feet. My right foot looks like a bear’s foot, and I am curious.

I am standing at the entrance of a cave-like space facing a giant, ancient female bear. She is a golden-brown color, and is bigger than a grizzly bear. She is standing on her hind legs in this dark cave with a soft golden light emanating from her, and is about 16′ tall. I hear the words ‘Ancient Medicine’ as I stand there, watching.

She is ROARING as she holds her front paws open wide, yet I am not afraid. I can remember feeling surprised that I am not fearful. I walk to her because I just feel she wants to give me a hug.

I walk into her arms and she wraps her front legs around me. My arms reach around her just above her knees. She digs her claws deep into my mid-back at heart chakra level and rakes her claws upwards and outwards along my rib cage.

I am startled awake by this, and feel a buzzy tingle all over my body as I lay in the darkness realizing I am not in an ancient, dark cave but am safe in my bed in a dark cabin in upstate New York.

I have the thought: ‘Oh, that was just a dream’, but in the same moment that my mind flashes back on the claws raking my back, I feel a rush of goose flesh that makes me think it wasn’t ‘just a dream’…I fall back to sleep, but when I awaken in the morning, I can still feel the heat of the scratches from my encounter with this Ancient Bear.

As I quickly write the dream down, and the title comes to mind, I feel tears well up and am again surprised at my reaction. I receive a healing song from this Spirit Bear, and write it down as well. I don’t know what I am supposed to do about this encounter. Perhaps when we gather in circle today, I will have the opportunity to ask about it.

There was no time. Bear haunted me all day, in the background of my awareness as we moved through some more journeys.The morning is taken up with a Dream Theater production of a dream that required the participation of all the people in the workshop. I had an interesting response to that scenario, and though I still don’t have clarity on it, I know that if I am supposed to understand it, I will. Someday, but not yet.

Crow next makes an appearance the following day when we journey to the Underworld. Most of this journey is not for sharing, but I can say a person I meet there gives me 3 raven feathers, and tells me I can come back to learn how to use them. Then she tells me to skedaddle, so I do.

Other challenges and tests were given and met, and I left my first dance with my Dream Source in a state of complete overwhelm. It was as if I was playing catch-up, and I had a lot of catching up to do.

I returned to my home city on fire about the power of this dream working thing. It resonated with me because it combined an element of shamanic journeying with the actual dream working part. I gathered some other intrepid dreamers that were willing to allow me to try group dreamwork on for size. This beginning circle continued for some months, and I enjoyed the work, but there was an undercurrent of energy that whispered of ‘more…’

At the most appropriate time, in the perfectly appropriate way, the ‘more’ was revealed, and my dream working, my dream walk, began in earnest.

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Dreams never come to tell you just what you already know. ~Jeremy Taylor

An Epic Tale Begins – Background Story

Here comes the set up. I was guided through a series of synchronistic events to sign up for a workshop. For those of you who have been along for this ride since the beginning, you understand that how I live my life is by following the signs that Spirit so graciously lays out for me – for all of us, if we but take the time to read them.
You are also aware that, for the most part, I don’t do workshops. I prefer the direct revelation method of learning. It has served me well for over two decades, and much of what I have garnered through experience, I’ve shared here. Hopefully, I’ve encouraged you to harvest the ripened fruit of the experience by paying more attention to what is going on behind the curtain of the illusion you and I are currently dancing in.
What this recent experience taught me – and the insight  actually came from the layeredEinspaenner cup of coffee I chose for the Morning Coffee that set the stage for this adventure – is that not only are there varying levels of consciousness, there is the cup itself. As humans, we are capable of moving through the layers in the cup  by working on raising our vibration, and we are also capable of living from the perspective of the cup which includes all the layers as well as the cup.
Granted, I didn’t realize this was part of the training I took this past week (I was only living the layers), but I can see it now, and that means I can harvest more awareness from this writing exercise.
Anyway, back to the series of events that led to my richly rewarding experience. A student in one of the Intuitive Development classes asked me about dreams. I brushed the whole subject aside as I don’t remember most of my dreams, and frankly I am so much in the world of Spirit during the day, sleep brings a little break from that. (Or so I thought.)
At the end of the next series of classes, a different student inquired about dreams and dream interpretation as she wanted to help people using that as her platform. Once more, I said I don’t dream and referred her to someone who interprets dreams. It got me to thinking that there may be something for me to pay attention to as the requests had come so closely together.
The very next morning, I was awakened at 3:00 AM. This has been happening for almost a year now, ever since I first got the impulse to visit New York State last year. I even explored some possibilities, but none of them resonated with me so I left it alone. Since I couldn’t find a reason to make such a long trip, other than the fact that I was born in Rome, New York, I didn’t make any plans to visit there as it isn’t just a short car ride away for me. I let that part of the prompting go (free will choice and all) but waking out of a perfectly good sleep between 3:00 and 4:00 AM continued, so I learned to roll with it. I would usually just get up and start my day and then sleep in the late morning a few hours when I could, or go to bed early the next night when I couldn’t.

radioThis morning, I went downstairs and turned on the radio out of habit. It’s 3:45 AM by this point. I’d struggled for 45 minutes to go back to sleep before I finally gave up. The program that was on was Coast to Coast with George Noory, but the mellifluous tones that were emanating from the speaker belonged to someone else, and he was in the middle of a sentence that immediately had my full attention: “Well, if it were my dream,” he said and then proceeded to provide the person with some pretty insightful and helpful information.
I hadn’t a clue who it was, but I grabbed a pen and paper because I knew the name and contact information for the speaker would soon be forthcoming, especially since it was almost the end of the show. I took down the information, and immediately went to the website.

I’m not about to let the moss grow under my feet if there is an assignment from Spirit headed my way. That’s not my style. I perused the site, and found he led workshops. Since I was fully immersed in things of the star realm at the time (April 2014), and with Sirius in particular, I gravitated towards a workshop that had to do with that very thing. How synchronistic can you get?
I promptly purchased, and subsequently devoured, all of the books he’s written. I found some interesting “coincidences” in the material. I live my life looking for, and following the trail of, coincidence. He wrote a whole book about it.
Many years ago, I was drawn to explore shamanic drumming through the Harner Institute. He studied with them as well.
I believe we all already know the answer, we just don’t know that we know it. He teaches people how to mine their dreams for insight.
Nobody else can tell you what your experience is, nor should they. He teaches a way to share our insights about others’ experience that empowers them.
I signed myself and a friend up for the two-day workshop about Egypt and other things. I didn’t realize until later that the lodging I found for us was at a quaint Bed and Breakfast called The Library.  (Think “Akashic Records” and you will see the connection). Who says Spirit doesn’t have a sense of humor?
Now here’s the rub: that workshop isn’t until next weekend. The story I tell here is from a different workshop in another location led by the same facilitator that happened this past weekend. It was in upstate New York. It was five days, not two, so there was plenty of time for the energy to build, and be released. I am going to tell my story here. I will relate only my experience, and I am going to take a page from the new book of learning I am working with and refrain from any analysis as much as possible. “Just the facts, ma’am,” as Joe Friday the cop used to say.
The road is long here, with many a winding turn, and I don’t want to lose you before I’ve even begun, so we will start with the first day. For reasons I’m not able to share, as they are not part of my story, my daughter was along for this ride.
What you need to know about her is she is one of the most ‘connected’ individuals I know. When I need counsel about something important, I go to her. You wouldn’t know it by looking at her (she is deeply camouflaged), but she is a magical being. If you want the Truth, ask her a question. There are no filters there, and when she is in a helping mode, she will dig out the things that you most need to hear. It comes from a place of helpfulness, for she knows no other way.

The Story Begins

We made our way to the House of Healing (the building where the workshop would take place) and we each found our place in the circle. I liked that the room was set up in that way. I like working with people in a circle whenever I can, and I noticed there was a doorway, an opening, in the circle. This is important, as it allows the circle to breathe. It makes room for Spirit to enter, and for energy to flow out when needed. It helps to maintain the balance of energy in the circle.
That first day, I was drawn to sit on one side of the Gateway, or opening. My daughter chose a spot in one of the directional quadrants of the circle. I cannot properly orient you to the directions here, as the location is not familiar to me (I was among the trees in upstate New York) so I don’t know whether the Eastern Gate was the one that was open.
I am full of excitement and anticipation. I have longed to have a physically embodied  teacher for years, and was looking forward to this experience. Not that the meta-physical Masters who have provided my training are not appreciated, but sometimes it is helpful to be able to have conversations with a soul that is currently inhabiting a physical body as I am.
We open the circle with the flinging of a drum stick. My greatest fear is realized in that very moment: the drumstick has singled me out to go first. I am disoriented and confused, and it takes me a moment to collect myself. The thing I hate the most is to have the spotlight shone on me. It usually means trouble is coming, and that is not what I wanted for myself this week. I stand and gather myself together. Silence, then I speak the name of the body, which is how I will be identified for the time of the workshop.
An observation is made that, since I seem confused about my name, perhaps that is why the Universe is also confused. I will ponder this input, as I do all things, but the confusion and disorientation was a result of the darn drumstick drawing attention to me right out of the gate…and I think that pun is intentional!
I may have had trouble with my name, but I was very clear about my intention. I won’t go into something, especially something like this, without a clear intention. I want Spirit to understand what it is I want from the opportunity.
My experience has usually been that having others’ energy focused on me brings me only grief in some form or another, unless it happens in one-on-one situations, or smaller groups, or I am presenting something to people who have chosen to come and sit with me. Sometimes even then, there is challenge. I learned this past week that I tend to get nervous and naturally seem to put up a shield in such situations. This tactic is received in different ways by people.
I know I am a catalyst (a person or event that quickly causes change or action). There is nothing I can do about it, and I try not to take this personally, but dammit, it seems I am also human. (At least I am playing one on this stage right now.) Sometimes it’s difficult to separate myself from the experience. Sometimes, I do lose my focus. Let’s just say here that the catalyzing started almost immediately.
I also want to point out that I am looking at all of this in hindsight, that I have had some time to garner some awareness about what was going on. I will also admit that for most of the time, I was confused and spent most of my time begging to be shown the “Why” of all of this.
Remember what I’ve said before: The Universe does not waste energy. You will know what you need to know when you need to know it, and not one moment sooner. This awareness is what helped sustain me through what unfolded with magnificent and absolute perfection over the next few days, even when it didn’t feel so much like perfection when I was in it.

Enough for now. More to come.

The mood of the warrior who enters into the unknown is not one of sadness; on the contrary, (s)he’s joyful because (s)he feels humbled by (her) great fortune, confident that (her) Spirit is impeccable, and above all, fully aware of (her) efficiency. ~Don Juan Matus

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Weekend Wonderings – Forward Movement At Last

Well, here I find myself ready to write, and since it is the weekend, a Morning Coffee just didn’t feel right. What came is the phrase above, so I will use that as my starting place. I am imagining a relaxed setting, comfy clothes, and bare feet kicked up on the sofa, cup of cool liquid at hand because it’s starting to get hot these days, and some free time just to – well wander in the mind and imagination and perhaps to wonder about things not related to the mundane world of one’s ‘regular routine’.

English: Crop circle in Switzerland

This is where I will write longer articles about, well, about whatever comes to my mind and that you can read at your leisure. So let’s begin today with an unfolding story in my world: All about the crop circles I have recently been introduced to through a new friend, another gift from the Universe. Thank you, finding angels, for bringing me on this person’s path.

I do note here that it is interesting, the timing of the appearance of both this woman and the one who showed up just before I left Kansas City.  I had two extremely difficult experiences, and as soon as I shifted where I was willing to stand in relationship to these people, something different for me to experience appeared on my path.

Time will tell if this is more of the same dressed differently because I still have a lesson to master, or whether this is my reward for finally freeing myself from what – in retrospect – I can clearly see were some dysfunctional relationships.I pick “reward” for a difficult lesson learned, energy finally cleared, and now permission to proceed. I give many thanks to those masters for being willing to help me (hopefully) get this one.

I worked very hard at moving through some painful and (almost) devastating realizations the end of last year, and I know that bled over in the writings here. I apologize for the sudden, non-uplifting turn the pages took, but I chose to reveal this side of my journey to illustrate the point that this spiritual path is not always an easy stroll, contrary to what many perceive to be the way the path to enlightenment works.

It is hard work, this path, and sometimes we get stuck, insidiously stuck, without even knowing we are. It can shock the system, physically, mentally, and emotionally, when the truth of things comes into form and the dawning of Realization hits. The body will have a physical reaction to it, and the emotions soon follow, and one can often feel as if it has all been a waste, the time and effort that went into the experience, whatever it was.

Butterfly with clear wings sitting on a golden flower

Consciousness Emerges

Sometimes we are done with the situation for a while before we realize it is (or was) always perfect, especially when it looks like it’s not. But quoting Ellen Bass “There’s a part of every living thing that wants to become itself, the tadpole into a frog the chrysalis into the butterfly, a damaged human being into a whole one…” So I, for one, will continue to seek the highest expression of mySelf.

For me, the lessons were all about the perception of friendship, co-dependency, trust and betrayal and they came all at once in rapid succession with such a force that it was almost my complete undoing.

Somewhere I have read that in order for us to reach a certain level of awareness, we must pass through the Dark Night of the Soul. If this wasn’t that for me, I don’t know that I could survive it if it is still to come. (But I will cross that Bridge when I come to it, if I come to it.)

I am on the other side, finally, of that energy and have begun to regroup, to reassemble the pieces of myself according to the revised template of my awareness that was reshaped in the fire of the Phoenix.

Two days after my move to this new place, I met this bright light at a conference I wasn’t even certain I wanted to participate in. What a tragedy it would have been if I had not followed the promptings of my Guidance on this one.

I will confess I have only peripherally been drawn to these wondrous cereal grain (mostly) creations, and I did comment to this wonderful person that I would often hear sound coming off the circles when I contemplated them. My daughter and I used to compare ‘notes’. No pun intended. She is musically inclined, and highly intuitive, and we used to talk about the latest crop of circles and the tones they made.

I have written here extensively about my relationship with sound, and about how I can hear sound from human bodies, and from places I visit, especially when they are in nature. Her eyes got big, and next thing I know we’re talking about maybe working on a project together having to do with the crop circles and the music they make.

It is all tied together, somehow, I am certain. The shapes, the relationships, the sounds the angles make. My challenge is I sometimes hear complicated overlays of tones, but don’t know how to play them. This will be an interesting experiment, and I suspect you can look for a new blog that will focus on this work coming soon.

I have the sense that, because I have not been allowed to, or been drawn to, read or work with the circles in too extensive a way, I should strive to keep my mental slate clean so that whatever I receive is delivered from as unbiased a place as is (pardon this turn of phrase) humanly possible.

I will employ the skills I do have in order to (hopefully) contribute to the understanding of what is being transmitted to us in these magnificent formations. The Circle Makers are employing whatever means they can to bypass our logical minds, relying on archetypal symbols, sacred geometry, and (what I believe are) dormant codes in our DNA that the steadily rising frequencies of the planet are beginning to activate.

Sound is another means to bypass the logical mind, which is why these circles ‘sing’. We have but to listen with open hearts to hear their songs. Perhaps that will be my small contribution to this understanding. I will see if my daughter wants to play in the circles with me again. We are both older, wiser, and more open.

English: Crop circle near West Kennett

There are repeating patterns in the circles, and it is as if a certain configuration sends a specific message, or piece of a message. It would be interesting to learn if someone has taken the year’s worth of symbols and compared them to see if there are repeated patterns in them. Or perhaps the patterns only become clear over a longer span of time. They are in there, somewhere. I can feel them.

The Light World is talking to us in as many ways as it possibly can; the communication efforts have increased exponentially as the excitement continues to build. Soon the birthing of Homo Galacticus will be completed, and we will join in awareness once more. We are the very heart of the Universe, and as such this is where the integration of all the parts must take place. Once, long ago, in answer to (what I thought was) a straightforward question, Spirit replied:

This Grand Experiment must not fail.

What that portended and the vision that came with it are not relevant to this discussion. Besides, it’s a time to relax and enjoy yourself, not worry about things of no consequence to what we are working towards in this moment.

Crop circle

Because Spirit has placed this person directly, squarely, and firmly in my path, and because she is (magnificently) obsessed with crop circles, I will walk this road with her. I can’t wait to see where it may lead. I will keep you posted.

I shall start with this small insight I just had as I was preparing to sign off here. Since I started this article, I’ve had a question in the back of my mind: why are these circles (primarily) in farmer’s fields? The answer that floated through as I finished up: Because grain is the Staff of Life.

I leave you with that. Enjoy the rest of your weekend. I know I will.

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