Posts Tagged ‘Fifth Sacred Thing’

The Importance of Starhawk’s “City of Refuge”

As predicted, levels of intensity, exposure, and reactivity continue to increase, so we best learn how to deal with rapidly thinning veils. I’ve said for years that this is not a time for keeping secrets and hiding from your Shadow, as the energies no longer support codependency, collusion, treason, or sweeping things under the rug. They just don’t. I’m rarely surprised by “shocking” revelations, as I read people’s energy signatures and therefore notice the darkness amidst the light, the smudges, the shameful feelings, fear and Shadow boxing. We will see more and more of this as the veils continue to thin.The Hopi prophecies even predict people losing their minds due to enhanced abilities to “see.”

Best remedies?

As I have said for years, we must each address our own Shadow. Doing so takes tremendous courage and often results in internal and public shaming or rejection by friends, family, and society. Do it anyway. The energies do not support running from your own Shadow. It is far easier to address the Shadow from a place of quiet safety than to have a Tower Card situation force you to do so, but these times offer lightning strikes and paradigm shifts galore. As Carl Jung said, “When an inner situation is not made conscious, it appears outside as fate.”

Learn to recognize your own responsibilities of giving away your own power, and learn how to reclaim any energies forcibly taken away from you –by whatever means provide strength and power to, not power over. The means of reclamation themselves usually demand engagement with your own Shadow. As within, so without. Walk the Middle Way of Atreyu. Sift through complex moral dilemmas and move beyond black and white thinking. Find your own firm moral compass in each situation by assessing your heart, intuition, facts and your awareness of others’ energy signatures. Freedom requires responsibility. Get used to it. There’s much, much more to come in terms of revelations.

And now, onto some recommended reading:

Starhawk has released a sequel to her highly prophetic novel, “The Fifth Sacred Thing,” which I’ve referenced many times on this blog, especially that novel’s exploration of El Mundo Bueno and El Mundo Malo. I still recommend reading “The Fifth Sacred Thing,” but the urgency of our times leads me to suggest her latest novel, “City of Refuge” even if you have not previously read “The Fifth Sacred Thing.” This new novel begins right where the earlier novel ends, and it deals with issues we are now — or will very soon be– facing as all the old structures ordering life and perspective crash and burn.

Specifically:

How do we convince people to walk away from their own enslavement if they have no concept of anything better?

How do we transition people from utter dependency into an empowered life if they’ve only known slavery, abuse, learned helplessness, and top-down control?

How do we integrate vast armies (real and metaphorical) of people “just following orders,” whether in the military, political “honey traps,” cults, torture chambers, or areas of life where these ways seem like “the only ways available”?

What do we do with people who have been so abused and broken that all they know is abuse?

How do we instill a positive sense of Self in people who have lost their own humanity through abuse, educational and media brainwashing, and/or collectivism?

How do we treat people who have failed — sometimes in spectacular ways — but who repent of those failings and attempt to make restitution?

What do we do with unrepentant psychopaths with every likelihood of repeated and increasing offenses?

How do we tell the difference between them?

How do we get real food into people who’ve only subsisted on chemicals, heavy metals, addictive BigPharma drugs, Frankenfoods and processed pseudo nutrients?

How do we fight for change against powerful, conscienceless forces without resorting to their level and methods?

How do we teach broken, abused people to lead themselves without ourselves becoming the next pop icon, guru, dictator, villain, or cult leader when the people we are helping project the only things they know onto us?

How do we step into leadership roles when that triggers our own need for Shadow Work, as well as others’ unresolved Shadows massively projected onto us?

What is truly compassionate, and how do we navigate hierarchies of compassion?

These questions and more run throughout Starhawk’s masterful “City of Refuge.” It’s a gritty, disturbing, yet redemptive book, and I cannot recommend it highly enough during these troubled times.

 

 

Nestle Continues Stealing World’s Water During Drought

Where to start with this one?

In case anyone needed anymore reasons to start (or expand) efforts to grow more of your own food, the situation in California’s Central Valley will hopefully urge people to set up gardens and encourage neighbors and cities to do the same, all over the US — and the world, which also imports much of CA’s produce.

The situation with Nestle is already serious, and pushing through the TPP will only make such theft of water — and prime farmland through this engineered drought — that much easier. Anyone who can’t fathom how CA might look in coming years if this corporate takeover continues ought to read Starhawk’s eerily prophetic novel, “The Fifth Sacred Thing.” It’s happening, and if we do not start protecting the Sacred Water, we will not have life. This call most obviously goes out to Californians, but Nestle is doing nefarious things in lots of places, including Maine. The Great Lakes are also for sale, thanks to a 2013 deal struck with China by Obama.

Solutions exist, but they require awareness and courage. They also require action. Even agriculture need not require so much wasted water. Deep mulch, organic soil amendments, drought resistant heirloom varieties, and companion planting take planning, but can work in harmony with the land. Sacred ritual to honor the water, rain dances … these things actually do work, because they put us back in harmony with Nature. We need multi-tiered shifts on all levels, from reclaiming rights stolen by corporate “persons” to reclaiming our own, sacred place in Nature. As the Hopi say, “This could be a good time.” Yes, it could, but it won’t unless we embrace the necessary changes *now.*

Straight from the Horse's Heart

Before we get to our featured article below, it is important to note that the BLM continues to remove wild horses and burros because of “drought,” or because there’s “not enough” forage and water.  We know there is a “man-made” drought because the huge amount of water used by mining and other extractive industries (oil & gas).  Advocates need to be aware of all of the issues surrounding big users of water from our aquifers.   I’ve listed a few sources regarding California’s dire drought below, but there are similarities in other states and areas.

A recent Los Angeles Times editorialby the hydrologist Jay Famiglietti starkly warned: “California has about one year of water left.”

Sonali Kolhatkar recently wrote an article “To Solve California’s Water Crisis, We Must Change the Nation’s Food System.”  Residential use of water in California is about 4% and agricultural use is 80%.

Kolhatkar…

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Behold!

Thanks to Ella for reminding me how much I love this Abigail Spinner McBride song. “Awaken, Rejoice and See!”

 

When Life Gives You Tornadoes, Make Bouquets!

I’m not sure if last night’s weather made national news, but just wanted to let people know that we are OK here in Goshen after a night of storms and possible tornado touchdown. I did my usual property protection with the THORN Rune, Nature Spirits and visualization, and once again, almost no signs of a storm on our block. What’s strange is that the little “damage” we had, I dreamed on Sunday morning! Poor Ann, of Exopermaculture got an eye-full of an email from me on Sunday, as I had intended to ask her a simple question anyway about watering the Garden Tower, but instead awoke from an extremely vivid dream about what appeared to be the New Madrid earthquake.

In the dream, I watched the ground beneath our Garden Tower heave-ho, to and fro until the Garden Tower actually tipped over. Everything was eerily quiet in the dream, and the only real loss turned out to be that the GT had squashed a ripe watermelon. In sharing the dream with Ann, I mentioned that the watermelon in question was only a few inches now. Well, after last night’s crazy storms — telephone poles cut in half, trees down all over the county, 60K people, including us, without power most of today — the only real “damage” I saw outside today was that the watermelon from my dream had been catapulted off its little cradle when a pot of mint tipped over.

watermelon

Amidst all the blowing, the exact watermelon from my dream (just a younger version of it) met its demise. Hopefully that means the tornado substituted itself for what would have been a devastating earthquake at the fault line if it rocked the ground so much up here. 😉

I don’t mean to minimize the effects of the tornado. People described trees “all over the place,” broken store windows, and much of downtown Goshen remained closed all day today. My friend Kimber stopped by this morning to see how we fared, sharing that her garden, too, had largely weathered the storm. On her way to our house, she observed many downed trees that had carefully inserted themselves between houses so as to cause the least amount of structural damage possible. We expressed gratitude that the tree right next door to us — about 5 stories high and hollow, according to our mulch guy — made it through yet another storm. It’s unlikely ever to hit our house if it goes, but one direction would mean a 60,000 volt impact on power lines that supply the North end of town (where Kimber lives); the other direction would demolish our neighbors’ house and possibly part of our front yard garden. You can bet that tree received extra protective attention last night!

People around town today shared being awoken by their cell phones blaring tornado warnings, as well as the town’s tornado sirens. Being so used to the train whistles all night, we, of course, heard none of that here. David slept through the whole thing, and I sleep so earplugged, lavendered and with the white noise of the vintage Hassock fan that I’m “lucky” if I hear David’s alarm each morning. I did awake at 1 a.m. with a sudden knowing to unplug the stereo, since we’d already done our laptops before bed. By then, incredible lightning and winds had started, so I began Rune protections and full concentration. Once things settled down, I fell back asleep, awakening two hours later due to the unusual silence of having the power out. It remained out until around 4:45 p.m. today.

All in all, though, this storm seemed yet another example of “being in the world but not of it” or of radically diverging realities — one negative and the other new and celebratory. Kimber arrived to find me gathering bouquets in my nightgown, wellies and a light sweater — zinnias and yarrow in hand. When I went outside to survey the “damage,” I had found only a tipped over geranium pot, the one rogue watermelon, and a couple pots of mint on their sides. Nothing broken, just a wild mass of electrified, happy, brilliant plants! I felt compelled to gather flowers for one new bouquet to replace the older one I’d just composted.

As I continued to look around, I noticed that some of the taller flowers and leeks I’d let flower were spread out and somewhat drooping. They hadn’t detached, but their tall, heavy stems encouraged me to lighten the load with two more bouquets. I ended up finally staking some of the plants that had asked me to stake them earlier this week (oops!), but really, all I got for my negligence was an extra two spots of loveliness:

The first bouquet

The first bouquet

Tipsy leeks and echinacea inspired this one.

Tipsy leeks and echinacea inspired this one.

And, oh, my! These stems were so long, they needed background support. Confession: I have long been a fan of bathroom bouquets. :)

And, oh, my! These stems were so long, they needed background support. Confession: I have long been a fan of bathroom bouquets. 🙂

As synchronicity would have it, I had very few sessions scheduled today and had just had a dry run wifi outage last Thursday, leading me to have prepared to do any phone sessions via cell “if necessary.” I even got to use a handy dandy cell solar charger from my prepper postal friend, Sean. It’s too funny that I always, always get him whenever I go to the P.O., and we always happen to have just the right info or product that the other of us has been looking to learn or acquire. Anyway, now I can finally tell him that I opened the box!

As with that 6/14/14 date, which seemed another reality splitter, today marked an especially wonderful day in David’s world — and thus, by extension, my own. Without going into private details, we received two additional confirmations of long awaited changes that will dramatically free up his life in very much imagined and intended ways. He had a half day today and picked me up to run errands in a part of town unaffected by power outages. Since cell phone conversations (even with headset, Qlink, and a SARS shield) still zap me with EMF’s, I felt famished and even a little shaky. (The orgone pucks have dramatically helped with our in-home wifi, but, I tell you, those iPhones are toxic! I really do feel like I have radiation sickness whenever I talk on them for any length of time, even with all the protections. That’s not to say the protections don’t work. Without them, I cannot even have my phone turned on, let alone talk on it.)

Anyhoo, I mentioned how hungry I was, so David made a beeline decision to turn into Goshen’s new Thai restaurant we’ve meant to try. We had heard very mixed reviews and didn’t know what to expect. Lo and behold, we had a fabulous lunch! Artistic presentation, delicious vegan food, lovely waiter. Thank you, thank you!

We then continued on our errands and eventually took a short nap at David’s parents’ air conditioned house (I hadn’t slept much last night), since they had power. When we returned to our house, the compost bin I’d recently ordered for our next door neighbors arrived, our power was on, and I just needed to await delivery of a different compost bin for us, which I had scored for very cheap on Craigslist. I’ve been looking for a second compost bin just like our current one for months, and they’re either unavailable or very steeply priced. I got both of today’s bins for about half the cost of what a single one would have cost. Their arrival so close to each other after months of searching on today, the same day David learned his wonderful news … just underscored the contrast between disaster and joyful timelines.

If you’ve felt insane intensity this last little while, you’re not alone at all. I hear from people all over the world each week, sharing statistically improbable successes and bizarre challenges that you just can’t make up if you want to write a believable novel. It continues to become ever more clear that what Starhawk calls El Mundo Bueno and El Mundo Malo live side by side.

In magical realist terms:

“Doña Elena used to say that there was the Good Reality, El Mundo Bueno, literally the Good World, and the Bad Reality, El Mundo Malo, and they were always vying with each other. In the Good Reality you have a mild headache; in the Bad Reality you have a fatal brain disease. In the Good Reality, you catch hold of the rail as your foot slips; in the Bad Reality, you miss, slide down the stairs, and break your neck.

“We walk in the Good Reality as if we were treading the thin skin on warm milk. It’s always possible to break through and drown. …

“There is a hopeful side to Doña Elena’s teaching. … Even in El Mundo Malo, the Good Reality is always just on the other side of the surface of things. If you can learn to reach and pull yourself through, you can make miracles.” (Starhawk, The Fifth Sacred Thing, page 44)

Each person gets to decide, moment by moment voting with attention, intention and vibration — which will it be? I say: “When life gives you tornadoes, make bouquets!”

Cheers, Lovies!

Michigan Protests Plan To Store Millions Of Gallons Of Nuclear Waste Next To The Great Lakes – 21 May 2014

This one goes in the “What could possibly go wrong?” department, as well as Albert Einstein’s definition of insanity. What? Fukushima wasn’t enough, BP Oil’s “spill” wasn’t enough, so we need to try having nuclear leaks in the Great Lakes?

“’Building a nuclear waste dump less than a mile from one of the largest freshwater sources in the world is a reckless act that should be universally opposed,’ Michigan Rep. Dan Lauwers (R-Brockway Township) said in a statement Monday, as quoted by the Huffington Post. ”

I would like to say I can’t believe this is even in debate, but alas, it’s become the new normal. Please harass lawmakers and/or heal water as you feel led.

Lucas 2012 Infos

RT logo A Canadian proposal that calls for a nuclear waste storage facility less than a mile away from the Great Lakes is coming under heavy fire from Michigan lawmakers and environmental groups, who are now attempting to stop the project.

Under a plan crafted by energy supplier Ontario Power Generation (OPG), the company would construct a “deep geologic repository” (DGR), which would feature waste storage sites more than 2,200 feet underground to store nearly 53 million gallons of both low- and intermediate-level nuclear waste. The location of the proposed site, however – in Kincardine, Ontario, just three-quarters of a mile away from Lake Huron – has drawn criticism from numerous groups who fear potential contamination.

The fact that Lake Huron is connected to all the other Great Lakes via waterways has also drawn concern, since the five bodies of water make up the largest collection of freshwater lakes on the Earth…

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World Water Day ~ Sacred Ceremony Today and Beyond

Thanks to Ella, who sent me the following announcement about today’s kickoff to a worldwide movement to remember the sacredness of water. At 3 p.m. local time on 3/22/14, wherever you are, please take a moment to honor, heal, love, and respect our water. There is one world ocean.

I would have posted the information anyway, but Ella’s email arrived at the exact moment I was listening to a Hopi Elder (video further down below) explain that if the Europeans who arrived after Christopher Columbus had continued to approach water the way the Hopi did, then we would still be able to drink from every stream or lake. “Water is sacred,” he said. Because this event springs from a Native tribe in New Zealand, I sent the link to my Kiwi friend, Wendy, who immediately responded that “Grandfather Macki,” whom she studied with, was of the Waitaha tribe. I then received another notification of this water healing event through Cheryl, who had been commenting on Raven’s post about healing and protecting the waters near Glacier National Park.

Triple whammy synchronicities!

“WATER CEREMONY
On the 22nd of March, on World Water Day, we will officially open the calling and start a journey leading upto this Global Water Gathering in New Zealand. We hope you will support our efforts and be with us in prayer as this unique event has neverbefore occurred on Earth.

“We are in all this together and may you find your connection and deepening to Water this year also.

“We thank you, all our Ambassadors and all our Partners for their support in helping us make this happen.”

“Water Unifies us All. On March 22nd, Join the world in the Synchronized Global Water Ceremony. At 3:00pm in your local time and 3:00pm pacific. UNIFYing with the world to restore our relationship with this sacred medium of life.

“No Water, No Life. Know Water, Know Life.

“UNIFY.org is a platform create to support the emergence of the Spiritual Renaissance happening on the planet.

“LoveWater is a year long campaign that will transform our specie’s relationship to water in every way possible.

“Join us as we catalyze a global movement of beauty, love and truth.”

I especially love this video narrated by a girl whose name means “Special Waters”:

Here is the Hopi Elder video I was watching when the email announcement of today’s event came through:

Please remember our sacred water at 3 p.m. your local time. As “Special Waters” recommends in her video: pray for solutions, for clean water, new ideas, joy, hope, healing of pollution and radiation, pray for those who can help, and pray with gratitude for all that water gives us.

El Mundo Bueno

In Starhawk’s novel, The Fifth Sacred Thing, two vastly different worlds vie for control. In mundane terms: a utopian, earth-loving, community-oriented, individual honoring society that values freedom and the sacred fights for survival against corporate fascism, religious, financial, and soul oppression, hypocrisy, and the Police State — a culture’s unprocessed Shadow Side made manifest.

In magical realist terms:

“Doña Elena used to say that there was the Good Reality, El Mundo Bueno, literally the Good World, and the Bad Reality, El Mundo Malo, and they were always vying with each other. In the Good Reality you have a mild headache; in the Bad Reality you have a fatal brain disease. In the Good Reality, you catch hold of the rail as your foot slips; in the Bad Reality, you miss, slide down the stairs, and break your neck.

“We walk in the Good Reality as if we were treading the thin skin on warm milk. It’s always possible to break through and drown. …

“There is a hopeful side to Doña Elena’s teaching. … Even in El Mundo Malo, the Good Reality is always just on the other side of the surface of things. If you can learn to reach and pull yourself through, you can make miracles.” (Starhawk, The Fifth Sacred Thing, page 44)

When I first read these words, I immediately recognized their profound truth. I have witnessed this dynamic so many times during Medical Intuitive sessions when someone inquires about an intense physical issue that could go either way. In these cases, I explain that the outcome is not set: on one hand, those tumors could reveal themselves as stage 3 cancer and the person uses this illness as a rapid and socially acceptable way to “check out” of the misery they’ve been feeling without the stigma of suicide; on the other hand, the person could reach across the veil and reclaim all the reasons they want to live, all the goodness that longs to express itself through them. If they reach across that veil and pull themselves into the goodness, align themselves with that alternate reality, then the test will show those tumors to be benign or even non-existent.

I have many confidential stories of tumors mysteriously dissolving or morphing between initial diagnosis and surgery. I have witnessed even more situations in which a person swims around El Mundo Malo for many months (or years) of chemotherapy — or other intense “treatments” for things like cancer, Lyme Disease, brain injury, Fibromyalgia, extreme Dark Nights of the Soul — until one moment, they finally say and command from the depths of their being: “Enough is enough!” Then, miraculously, they lift themselves through to El Mundo Bueno, and life becomes as inversely wonderful and magical as it was horrific and cursed before.

In The Prophet, Kahlil Gibran describes it thus:

“Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.”

We live in a world of extreme — and intensifying — contrasts. In addition to deeply personal conversations with clients all over the world, I scan so many article headlines and blog comments, and it always strikes me how vastly differently people experience the same circumstances or the same locale. Though tempting to figure out “what’s true” or “who’s a disinformation agent,” my observations show that we live in a Both/And Universe. El Mundo Bueno and El Mundo Malo exist simultaneously, and we summon them by honoring or rejecting the sacred — in ourselves, in others and in the “world” at large. Every time we calm ourselves and remember (re-member … give new form and vessel to) the sacredness of Air, of Fire, of Water, of Earth and of Spirit, we pull ourselves back into the Good Reality.

Here’s the catch, though: the sacred invokes and demands a sense of awe. When we approach sacred things with glib, surface platitudes, we begin our slip into the Bad Reality. Most people don’t notice right away. Things just gradually start feeling “off” until, seemingly “out of nowhere” they become unbearable. This is why the Hopi prophecies say, “All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.” For when we trivialize life, we forget ourselves and our sacred connection to El Mundo Bueno. We abdicate our power to change our world when we slap happy faces, denial and pretend transformation upon soul wrenching or scary things. When we ignore our Shadow Side, we have not “transcended” it. The Shadow, too, is sacred. In fact, seeking and finding the sacred within the dark offers one of the fastest trains out of the Bad Reality.

In his highly recommended book, The Sphere of Art, R.J. Stewart offers a specific practice to transmute what he calls the sub-lunar world of everyday life by allowing it to cling like a shell to a sacred sphere that extends above and below wherever we are. The sphere itself begins as a void that then allows stellar and Earthlight healing to purify and heal everything it touches. Through regular practice, the inner truly does transmute the outer. I’ve only read half of this book so far, but through it I discovered the why’s and mechanics behind many of the things I intuitively find myself doing just prior to some positive external shift. Those interested in Faery Healing and Earth Healing will appreciate all of his books, in particular, Earthlight and Power Within the Land. This article by Jessica Montgomery also suggests ways to bring more sacred ritual into your life.

I write a lot about transmuting so-called negative things, because I know that we can. To sit idly by and just watch or ignore the desecration of our world when we have the power to change it seems to me the surest and most deserving slip into El Mundo Malo. Pointing out the darkness is not enough; neither does minimizing the challenge resolve that challenge. Recognizing fear, mouthing or typing “One Love” and then shouting or scurrying away won’t do it either. Transmutation involves taking it all inside ourselves, burning the dross in the fire of Unconditional Love and then allowing that change to pour forth from us into the so-called real world. “Faith without works is dead.” But so are works without faith. By “faith,” I don’t mean your particular religious belief, but rather a way of life — an intimate call and response relationship with the entire Universe.

Every tradition and non-tradition offers a mystical path and, contrary to popular belief, the mystic does not run from the painful or ugly:

“I will soothe you and heal you,
I will bring you roses.
I too have been covered with thorns.” ~Rumi

The mystic recognizes both the power and the play of paradox. What the intellect and words can’t express — even in this article — the soul well knows. As Christopher Hitchens says, “At a certain point talk about ‘essence’ and ‘oneness’ and the universal becomes more tautological than inquisitive.” However, you will know you’re approaching essence and oneness when you begin to feel them working through you. It’s not all about left-brain-verified results, but a true spiritual transformation naturally wants to flow forth. If you find yourself talking of “oneness” and “essence” but not directly interacting with the Universe, then you will find El Mundo Bueno more easily by offering random acts of kindness than by continuing to offer lip service to what you do not really feel.

“At this time in
history, we are to take nothing personally, least of all ourselves. For
the moment that we do, our spiritual growth and journey come to a halt.

“The time of the one wolf is over. Gather yourselves!
Banish the word ‘struggle’ from your attitude and your vocabulary. All
that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.

“We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.” ~Hopi Prophecy

“But does this stuff work?!” you ask.

I have reason to believe that it does. I hear daily from people all over the world — some of whom live their lives in a sacred manner and celebration … and others of whom have forgotten to do so. The ones embracing the sacred continue to live in El Mundo Bueno, no matter what the rest of the world presents around them. We each must choose, even the plants and animals. That point of decision does not always come easily, but it does come.

Just this week, I’ve heard from three different people who had despaired of life that life presented an “opportunity” for death. Each person knew that they could accept a set of circumstances that would very quickly manifest all the passive suicidal ideation they’d toyed with over the years. Each person felt the profound significance of that moment, and these three felt waves of grief followed by a glimpse into the Good Reality. “I want to live!” “I have so much more to offer.” “I’m going to allow this joy to flow through me.” In each case, something shifted, not only inside themselves but “in reality,” as well.

In the non-confidential realm, I can share that my sweet, faery friend Tania Marie saw ten more healthy starfish in the Southern California waters. Others regularly see an epidemic of “melted” starfish, but in Tania’s world, they thrive:

Starfish

I can share this blog comment: “Oh and Laura, chemtrails have been completely absent for the last 5 days, at least over my area of Minnesota. Thursday and Friday last week were bright and cold and sunny. Saturday was a normally winter-gray day with some flurries. Sunday and Monday (today) were bright and clear from sunup to sundown. Not a plane or a trail to be seen. Interesting. A friend from Maine tells me she saw a northern loon swimming in the fjords there, months ahead of schedule, and you had a comment from a beekeeper that the queen bees are unusually active for this time of year. Has something shifted…? I’m going to keep observing.”

I have permission to share this email:

“LONG story short… I made some comments on Sandra Walter’s fb post about the importance of birds (particularly geese, as they were the initial topic) in the Ascension process… as an exclamation point on what I was just saying and validation from the Nature Realms that I was correct in what I had been saying a few flocks of geese began to fly into the farm at dusk (about an hour later). Thought they were Canadas; we have had a lot of those this year. They turned out to be Greater White-fronted Geese! And like so many of the other birds that I have had here on my 5D farm/sanctuary — they aren’t “supposed” to be here! They are rarely seen east of the Mississippi river. 🙂 Love when that happens! And they winter very far south of here on the western side of the river. So cool!

“An hour after I talk of this… geese appear… and not just geese, but rare geese for this area… and they are flocking in… wow.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, All!!!!

“So many people are having these encounters!!! I AM filled with awe at this. Love it! Looking forward to your post!! Blessings on many levels!!!! j

P.S. No toxic snow here either. :-)”

I can also share from my own experience that not only does our snow melt normally, with no black and no chemical smell, but it is some of the most beautiful snow I have ever experienced. This past weekend, on our way to David’s parents’ house, everything sparkled in a way I’ve never seen before except in my imagination. It looked like faery snow, twinkling to such a degree that by the time we reached the house, I could not contain my joy.

I know from reading blogs, from emails, sessions and world news that many people felt this past week as horrifically intense. We are where we are, and there’s no shame in finding yourself in El Mundo Malo. I just want to share that some people are transmuting their reality in powerful ways. When I mention this on other blogs to counteract the doom and gloom, I often get the blog equivalent of a blank stare, so I offer it here. El Mundo Bueno requires focus and a sacred attention to detail, but it is possible. Not just possible: real.

““Real isn’t how you are made,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.’

“‘Does it hurt?’ asked the Rabbit.

“‘Sometimes,’ said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. ‘When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.’

“‘Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,’ he asked, ‘or bit by bit?’

“‘It doesn’t happen all at once,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

― Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit