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Beauty in So Many Shades

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I love this Buddha head tucked onto a fence post, mosses placed so lovingly alongside of his head and the purple butterfly bush surrounding him with its beauty. Portland is such a fun city as a walk around its neighborhoods reveals such delights at every turn. I was inspired by the creativity and quirkiness that abounded. Small touches that made my soul feel alive. Images that filled my hands with the itch to create once again. Oh how I love beauty!! I know that I would resonate with the person who made this figure. I wonder if it is the same person who tucked the moss in alongside his head? Art and gardening seem to go together. Both expressions of beauty.

My time in Sacramento had its gifts. There was no sitting and praying for my father-in-law. Instead, folks were eating dinner around the casket and telling stories. There were secrets revealed that surprised me but fit into the family dynamic. I saw the gift of healing that had been offered by dad for the grandchildren and future generations. There is an opportunity to rewrite the records of the genetic coding so that the sexual distortion, manipulation energies and infidelity patterns can be released. I asked dad for the records that they might be transformed. He had been hiding them but handed them to me. I saw that now the opportunity was there for the grandchildren to choose to step out of the old records and step into a new paradigm. Ah…families carry so much heaviness and it is time to release the old. Our children and future generations deserve a clean slate and the wholeness that is true. As so many of the older generation pass at this time, so much weight is being lifted off the planet. They are gifting us with the opportunity to fill the space with love and light.

When I left late that night, I was feeling vulnerable. My two dear friends that usually host me, were both out of town. I did not feel that I could do a hotel as there are too many random energies present. I called a dear friend who had offered me a room many times. You know how people do and yet I had never taken him and his wife up on the offer. I had had a sense that I would sleep there one day. So, I called late at night and asked to stay. The response was immediate and clear..come. I felt like the storm child in one of Garrison Keillor’s Prairie Home Companion stories. He told how in the Midwest, children were assigned a storm family to go to if a storm struck while they were in school. If they lived too far out of town, they were to go to their storm family to wait it out. Garrison spoke of fantasizing about his storm family when his own family was not loving him or was upset with him for something. He knew that he would knock on the door, it would be opened and the man would call to his wife, “Honey, our storm child is here!” Garrison would be engulfed with such love, given hot chocolate with whipped cream and every thing his heart desired. The couple would heap praise on him and love him dearly. So, I was the storm child, being welcomed and loved. I was so grateful.
It was such a relief to be in a home of soft energies and love.

I lay on the bed and thought of all the places that I have stayed and how I was so ready to have my own bed awaiting me somewhere and my own space. It is time. There is a sense of rest that comes with your own space that is not present in others’ spaces, no matter how loving. I am ready for that! The total letting down. I enjoyed a couple of days in a hotel with a dear friend that I have not seen in too long. We watched movies, laid about and talked and laughed. It was rejuvenating. It was soon time to return up north to rejoin my friend for the last few days of her time in California. As I thought of driving up

I-5 again, I heard Mount Shasta laughing at me. He said, “yes, I am calling you back. You will come and go integrate and come again. I have many gifts for you.” So, I was blessed with a clear day and Shasta blazing in all his glory. I stopped to fill my water
bottles at the headwaters and continued my drive up to Smith River. It is a beautiful spot along the coast, right on the border between California and Oregon. Lovely redwoods lining the way, mists and every shade of green.

A friend called and we spoke about expansion and contraction. It is all necessary to creation. We will feel anger and sadness, oneness and gladness. The in and out, We no longer have to figure it out, simply embrace it all and let it flow. My son shared his practice of moving a thought that is whirling in the mind mixer. He takes that mental activity and pulls it into his solar plexus and feels it. He breathes it in, the embracing. He breathes it out, the letting go. When we leave thoughts in our minds, they can go round and round. But this practice, releases them from that hamster wheel and allows mental freedom.

I felt a weight of sadness last night. It was not personal. It felt like somewhere on the planet that was experiencing some deep sorrow. I used this practice and added expanding my form into the cosmos. Soon the physical symptoms subsided and I returned to deep peace. A blessing.

Flowing with the Energies of LIfe

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A crow is cawing outside the window, “Wake up!, Wake up!” I awake in so many different places that it takes me a moment sometimes to realize where I am. Add to that, the fact that we are moving between dimensions so often, and it can be quite startling. I sometimes feel that I am dropped back in my body and have to reorient myself to this earth and this particular play that I find myself in. Of course, there are other aspects of me, acting on different stages so I have to check in with the script that this body is working with. Ah, so here I am.


The energies feel like this waterfall that I explored last week. Rushing, cooling, delightfully uplifting with their negative ions. I have surrendered to the flow. The grids of the earth are wavy, in flux as the energies swirl and move. I am understanding that I am to hold only to my center, to the truth of my heart. There is no other anchor. The exterior world is collapsing, changing and all are asked to let go. Letting go of our ideas of where, what, how, when. Freefalling. Aligning ourselves with joy, peace, adventure…….inner qualities rather than outer roles or landscapes.

The flow took me on a seven hour drive north to meet a friend in Hood River, Oregon. She was traveling down from Vancouver on her way east to Iowa and an ill mom and it was our intersecting point. It was a delightful drive as I integrate so much when I am driving. Maxie (my car and a true light being) was thrilled to be on the open road, spreading her seeds of peace with me. There was a space of confusion that I entered, wondering what I was doing. I sometimes experience this sense that I have lost the script and have no idea why I am doing what I am doing. Yet, the energies were flowing that way and once I grounded again, I felt happy and clear.

My father in law had passed away that morning so there was the pull south. I felt his presence, he was so conscious and happy. After 94 years in the body, he felt the joy and relief of his new form. He offered me a blessing of family healing that was so sweet. I felt peace and asked the angels to guide him to the place of his highest good. The family is honoring his passing with three days of sitting with his body in the home. I received a message that the third day would be my time to sit and pray. Today is that third day. I left Hood River after a leisurely morning with my friend where the plan evolved to meet in Sante Fe in the next fortnight to take art classes together. I will be able to renew a friendship with a woman artist who lives there. She said that she had just been thinking of me. It felt so fluid and right. My desire to create has been coming on strongly and here an opportunity is to step into it. The desert in the summer? It is not mind planning, it is flowing with the energies.

I flowed back to Portland to spend the morning
with a dear friend. She had plans for the afternoon and evening so I planned on leaving. Instead, we had a delightful few hours exploring her neighborhood. The flowers and pretty houses and shops full of colorful things were all so stimulating. I felt sated. My creativity juices were flowing with ideas of things to make. I took up her offer to stay and spent the rest of the afternoon and evening resting, reading, writing and watching a movie. She fed me, provided for my every need. So nurturing. I was in need of the time alone. I love this picture of the spider’s web. I have watched how they throw out their web into space, literally swinging out there, until the thread catches hold somewhere. I feel that the animals and insects and birds are all trying to show us the way to live. I am listening to the spider and throwing out my heart line each day and following where it leads.

So, time to pack up and make a ten hour drive to take my turn at sitting with Dad’s body and offering my prayers for him and all souls who have recently departed. On the surface, it seems I am a bit nuts, driving here and there. Yet, my heart line is pure and true and there is no right and wrong. There is only following the energies with trust and joy. I have felt a renewed sense of that joy and wonder at this play that I am in. I so love my part! I move, I land, I move out again. I spread my seeds of peace and love and the simplicity of that brings the tears.

There is another stream heading north to the San Juan Islands. I feel someone waiting for me there on the end of a thread. I do not have to plan, only follow as the streams awaken in me. I move this morning with my heart full of gratitude for the gift of this friend who has cared for me in the same way that I hosted others (back when I had a home), for the gift of Dad’s love in my life when my own dad had disowned me, for the art awaiting me, for the abundance that allows this movement with ease, for the web of life that awes me with its intertwining and shimmering beauty. I am so full of wonder.

The Wonder of It All

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Honk…honk..honk……the geese called me to come and witness the beauty of the sunrise. I had spent the night at a vacation rental house set on a small pond near Mount Shasta. I am sitting on the deck, feeling the cool morning dew on my feet and my eyes blinded by the sun rising over the mountains. Shasta is just now coming out from the clouds to greet the day with me. There is a swan gliding silently across the water……yes, add a swan or two to the scene! Someone has thought of everything. The water ripples in the sunlight, dew drops hang from the cattails and reeds like sparkling crystals. A fish jumps and leaves rings of movement on the surface of the water. I hear the birds singing their good morning to the sun as I raise my voice in joy and praise for this day. For this earth, for the heaven that is present here. Truly we are living in heaven on earth. Each day she gifts us with her beauty and light. Her fragrance so full of her creations…the vegetation, the damp soil, the pine trees standing as sentinels along this pond’s shore. There is an ecstasy that flows through my veins as a quiet river. I am drinking of this beauty.


A friend is here, sharing in the ohhs and ahhs. We share our gratitude for this morning’s feast. There is only this moment. Later it will be time to deal with the movement of the day. A friend called yesterday and is heading from her island home off Vancouver to her mom in Iowa. It seems so many are close to passing into a new world. They are choosing to witness the dawning of this new age from the other side. I agreed to drive north to meet her on route for a night of sharing. I see that we have an exchange to do, codes to be given and received. Makes no logical sense yet my heart leads unerringly to the next step.

The sun has risen high enough to find my face and touch me with her warmth. I feel caressed. It is true that we can make love with everything. Our bodies want to celebrate with the trees and water and mists. The lover is everywhere. The lover is everything. How could my beloved not come, he is all around me this morning.

I once spoke to a beloved of mine on the phone as he contemplated ending his life. I said, “If that is your choice, you can take it. Yet, you have not. You have called me. What is it that you are living for?” There was silence that stretched my heart strings taut. Finally he whispered, ” Beauty. I wish to live for beauty, to create beauty in the world.” Yes, beauty is life. Beauty is nourishment. For so many, they have lived on a starvation diet with so little beauty around them. It is time to restore the beauty of our mother and recognize that everyone deserves to live in beauty. When I worked with inner city kids, the schools were so ugly, so barren. As a society we had decided that they did not
deserve beauty. The assumption was that they would only destroy it. Yet, those were the ones who needed it the most. I took them into nature and they drank it up. There was fear, as they had not been exposed to open spaces and so much light. Yet, their hearts responded, as our hearts do, to the gifts of our mother. When she opens her arms, it is hard to resist her embrace. Who would want to?

I am being fed this morning at the grand feast in the hall of kings. I know that I am worthy of this gift and send it streaming from my heart to all others on this planet of ours. I so love this earth and all of her inhabitants.

Quiet Integration

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Whew…after the Friday and Saturday events, I opted out of Sunday’s gathering. The Elohim Peace channeled through me on Saturday and she wanted me to be still and integrate all that had been given. We were given the knowing that Shamballa is inside us. The seeds are there to be nourished and grown.


This picture is of a quiet spot that I found to sit with my back against a huge tree that had its roots growing out over the water. The sky was overcast and created a mood that matched my own. The lake added its part with its reflection of the mountains and sky. I felt that I became part of the landscape as we all blended in that space of peace. Serenity. The blues and whites and muted greens…..mmmm. I could drink this scene and be drunk by it. At times, doesn’t it seem so apparent that we are part of everything? That this tree and I are one, this water is me, I am that mountain side. Yes, unity is becoming more evident every day.


Opting out of events and listening to my inner guidance is getting easier for me as I feel more clarity about who I am. There were aspects to the gathering on Saturday, that did not feel right for me. There are rituals and expressions of Spirit that feel too dramatic, too heavy and old to me. I saw that the labels of New Age and Spirituality, felt confining. I chose to move away from the woo woo aspect and live a life of simplicity and peace. There seems to be as much baggage with the labels of New Age as there is with Christianity. I hesitate to say that I am a Christian, though I recognize Jesus as the master that he is, as I do not fit so much of the thoughts that come with the label. In the same way, I no longer fit the Spiritual or New Age description. Mystic… I might be able to carry that one. Yet, I wish to move away from all labels. I do not want to be set apart from anyone or anything.


I want to live like these horses that over- whelmed me with their beauty. This is what I choose. I watched the foals, standing on their wobbly legs, looking about for their mother. The herd moved about with such peace and grace. I was mesmerized by the flow as they moved from spot to spot in the field. They seemed to be so in harmony with their surroundings. Many shades and colorings, male and female, young and old. All grazing with such peace. I am grateful for the vibration that they infused my heart with. I can carry it and feed it so that it grows. I can connect to my mother, Gaia and choose to walk my path in this harmony with her. I can know that my needs will be provided just as the grass is there for these beautiful horses. I can appreciate the beauty of my surroundings as I am sure these horses do. I can live in peace with my herd, knowing that there is enough for everyone and that as a herd, we will care for each other. So many gifts to ponder as I quietly allow the integration.


Musings from the Mountain

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This past weekend has been one of much learning and growth. I was excited about attending a gathering to open a portal to Shamballa. I felt the energies building and had a couple of lovely experiences leading up to the event. First, I had a reading with a woman who channeled Archangel Michael and St Germain for me. I asked for my job description and St Germain said that I could be called Johnny Appleseed as I spread seeds of peace about the earth. That resonated as the idea of seeding the new consciousness has been a large part of Maxie (my car) and my mission these past two years. He also said that I could call myself a temple builder. He said that I am a template of peace. I did not realize that we could be templates but was assured that my elder son and I, are. The temple builder fits as I have had visions and memories of other lifetimes, creating sacred temples. The knowing is in my cells. He showed me that the temple or community, begins with peace and from there, all else flows. It infuses the way the children are educated, the way that food is grown, the way health is maintained. It is the source from which all the structures are created. That felt so right as peace is the feeling that I want to experience and live. By starting there, it allows all to flow from that vibration. I recall my days as an administrator at a charter school. It was so easy to get caught up in all the regulations and systems and forget that it was all about the kids! I found myself bringing that reminder to the fore again and again. I know that I can hold a focus. I am a vision keeper. To hold the focus of peace, a community of light can be formed. I felt a sense of peace simply thinking of this!


Later I was sitting with a friend and speaking of spirals of peace. She felt there was something in the spiral for me. We went into meditation and the Elohim of Peace came through me. Oh, the vibration of peace is so nourishing! She took me into the temple of peace to feel it fully

and then invited me to take the temple into each of my cells. It is a golden temple and the beauty is breathtaking. There is a languidness, a cadence that slows all down. I felt golden light flow through me. I wanted to melt into the earth with this flow. She asked me to breathe into the peace, to fully open to her gift. She showed me the seeds that I carry and how I plant them on the earth and in people. I watched in amazement as the seeds began to sprout. Mother Gaia nourishes with her rich soil and Father Sun encourages with his beautiful rays. The angelic kingdom, the ascended masters and our open hearts add the love. I watched the blossoming forth of people, each was a beautiful flower, of every color and hue. The fragrances were intoxicating. As they blossomed, I heard the tones of each one. The beauty filled all my senses. Our senses are being amped up, I could smell and see and hear things that I have never experienced before. Soon, we will all be given these heightened sensory perceptions.


I saw how my intention of each footstep, each mile that I drive be a step for peace, does work! The golden elixir is gifted to the earth and helps to reclaim her soil. What a simple thing, to intend each morning that your feet step forth in peace throughout your day. Over and over, I am shown that our simple intentions have an impact beyond our imagining. I am so grateful to Peace for her gift to me and for the role that I am asked to play. To give peace, to live peace, to be peace. To carry the seeds and plant them where I am directed. It gives a context to my wandering and makes me laugh at the connection to old Johnny Appleseed!


Linda Peaceseed…hmm. Doesn’t have the same ring to it. Guess I will stick with seed carrier. No wonder I love clothes with pockets, to carry all my seeds!




















Discernment, What is My Path?

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The mountain continues to give me clarity. Yesterday was interesting. I had not slept much the night before, read a book in my tent until my headlamp batteries died. Energies were shifting and I could not settle. I spent the afternoon with a couple of friends. We did some intense work together as one woman was releasing some heavy attachments from a relationship that she had recently left. It echoed what I had experienced formerly and as we all spoke, we could share common threads and support. That is one of the beauties of sharing, we open the door for others to not feel alone on their journeys. We can validate what someone is experiencing and by acknowledging that their intuition is right on, we allow one another that space to step out of the pattern. Freedom can be had. It was beautiful to witness and be a part of.


So my learning came as we went to the Headwaters of the Sacramento River to wash our feet and to fill our water bottles with the clear, clean water. After a time, I felt ready to leave. I was tired and wanted a nap. I was driving so instead of simply stating my desire to leave, I waited around. I went for a walk with one woman into the woods nearby. A man came along, wanting to show us more of the pathways into the woods. We followed and it became a longer walk than I was up for. I felt a sharp stab of a feeling calling me back. Almost an anxiety like one of my kids needed me. I did not immediately turn around but continued to follow as the pressure to go back grew. Finally I said, I need to return. The other friend who had remained at the headwaters, had been sending us a message to return as she was concerned about the energies of the man we had met. He was a taker of energy in a strange way.

I saw how by not caring for myself when I was tired, I was spacey and not in a clear space to articulate my needs and be aware of the energies about me. It was a beautiful wake up call to listen to and honor that voice inside above all else.

This came into play later as I contemplated a board meeting that I was to attend today. I had been asked by a woman, who I admire, to be on her USA board of directors for her non-profit organization. When the idea was presented as building a community here in the USA, I thought it was community like I am desiring to co-create. I was so excited as I thought that her was an opportunity to advance that plan. But her focus is different. I found myself not wanting to read bylaws and go through all the rules of building this organization. It felt heavy to me (this is a good sign that I am in the wrong area!) I wrestled with the feelings of letting go of a commitment that I had made once again (I have done this a few times in the past couple of years) and trying to discern what it was that I really wanted. I saw that my avoiding reading the materials and the difficulties of doing conference calls from cafes and such with limited internet access, was clearly giving me some information. This commitment did not fit with my life. I saw that my ego had been flattered that this person who is one of the leaders in the spiritual movement, had asked me to be a part of her organization. So, that is old energy, feeding the ego! I can let that go. I need to feed my truth, my path. I can only follow where I am guided. I have been cut free in so many ways from the regular world and I see that is necessary for me to hold the vision of the new. This is my work and it does require my focus and commitment.

So, today I wrote my resignation letter. My heart felt a bit heavy in the doing but now I feel the freedom in the release from an obligation that did not fit. It is a dance, we step here and then there, trying to find our flow. Each day, there is more to learn and discover about being our authentic self. I am grateful for the learning and the opportunities to continue the dance!

Settling in at Mount Shasta

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I have slept my first two nights at a lovely campground just outside of Mount Shasta on Lake Siskiyou. I can see the mountain peak from my picnic table and that gives me great pleasure. Yesterday I met a new friend who took me to a quieter access to the lake. We swam and sunbathed and chatted. So nice to share the afternoon with such a dear heart. I had first camped 15 miles south of Shasta at a state park Making the transition to Shasta was a bit confusing in the heat of the day with many different reports of whether it was advisable to camp on the mountain at the primitive sites. Snow still makes many of the

areas inaccessible. I opted against isolation and cold temperatures to this more moderate setting. You see I am learning…it does not have to be hard! That was the old me. This campsite/resort is close to town, there are other folks around, beach and store nearby, lake where you can rent kayaks and canoes and my campsite is on the back loop so backs up against the forest. I can’t see any other campers from my site. The women assigning me the site was a bit concerned about me wanting the back loop, thought it was too isolated for me on my own. I assured her that was my idea of heaven. She said, “well, give a loud shout if you need someone and there ought to be someone close enough to hear.” Lovely how she wanted to care for me.


During the process of finding this campsite, I went through a range of emotions. I felt brave to once again be out charting waters, having no idea what it is I am looking for. I felt a bit weary of this nomad life. I felt a responsibility to have it all figured out for my son, who had joined me as well as for friends who are coming in next week for an event. I know that I am only responsible for me but the thought was there. I felt fatigue as I adjusted to the altitude and mountain air. I felt a sense of chaos in the town itself as I tried to find my way around. I felt unhappy that I was receiving no further guidance to help me make my way. When will I give up this notion of finding Shan

g-ra-la? My personality self is ready for a little cottage to call home with a garden out back to play in. Yet my soul keeps following this mysterious calling to my greater home. I know the journey is important but I began to wonder that perhaps two years of journeying is enough. I thought of all the lovely places that I had been offered to rest for a longer stint of time and yet left. Why? Why did I go on when I could have been comfortable? These are some of the thoughts that swirled through my mind.


Ah….my son booked on out, back to spend a couple of days celebrating his girlfriend’s birthday. Watched abandonment issues come up…and go. Once I got my tent set up and settled in, peace returned. Birds are flitting about the campsite, children’s voices rise and fall in shrieks from the lake, bees buzz. The mountain retains his dignity against the blue sky. I am sheltered by two huge pine trees that provided a wonderful canopy during a late afternoon thunderstorm that blew in. My tent’s rainfly did its work beautifully and the trees took good care of me so that I could be in the storm without getting drenched.


Dreams have been interesting. I had a life review one night. I was with an angelic being and we went through my life with a fine tooth comb. I awoke several times during the night with ahas..so that is what that was about! Each time, I would go back into the review and proceed. It was not easy nor fun but

at the end I felt good about what I had done thus far. I was told that it was necessary to complete before I could meet my beloved. Hmmm…ok then, check that off the list. The next night, I dreamt of experiencing events in this current life differently. I felt the pain of other choices as if they were indeed the ones that I had made. Some alternate reality show, it seems. Met a famous artist who admonished me that it was time to do my art and create infinity symbols! I had just completed a drawing that had a series of infinity symbols between a couple’s hearts and their

chalice of the heart. That is the Creator’s light pouring into the chalice as She/He forms the trinity of their union, asking for Her/His participation in what is created by their love.

Yes, I can feel the art needing expression. Another reason for a place to be, to have space for art making on a bigger scale.


There is energy building for this event next week, an opening of a portal to Shamballa. Many folks are coming in to town and I am excited to be with some old friends and meet others that I have know of from the internet or read their work. I know that I am anchoring peace here and helping to set the stage for the event. It feels like I will meet members of my soul family and that will inform my next step. Maybe I am really Nancy Drew or Miss Marple in a detective novel, following the clues to this mysterious life on planet earth! So, one clue…..head to Shasta, could be for the summer. Check. Find a place to stay……that has not panned out yet but while it is summer, camping suits me just fine. I love sleeping on the ground and having a ceiling of stars to look at during the night. Some things are more of a challenge, like charging my cell phone as I am not driving enough to do it in the car and so need to head into a cafe in town and sit next to an outlet. Same for the computer. I am typing this at my campsite and then need to head into town to get connected to the internet to post it. So…..communication is a bit trickier. I miss reading some of my favorite sites and blog posts but you can’t sit at a cafe as long as I used to be on the internet at night when I have connection. I need to charge up my little shuffle so that I can listen to my meditations and songs. Today I will browse the bookstore for a new novel to entertain me at night.


My son will soon be back with me as will a dear friend who is coming for two weeks. So this alone time is fleeting which makes me savor it more. So off to town for internet, charging electronics, ice for the cooler and a novel. Then the afternoon by the water..oh, yes, need to get some more sunscreen as I got burnt from my time out yesterday. Baby white skin and intense sun….ow! Moving slowly with the gentleness I feel in the air today.

A Matter of Which View You Want to Look At

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I love this picture that is framed by my son’s car window on our recent trip to Colorado. There is some magic that happens when we frame a view, it brings it into focus and can make a more intimate connection. The Rockies were so huge and awe inspiring, by framing this view, I can more easily find a resonance within it. I LOVE choosing how to frame experiences, emotions, and life in this way. I used to have some pretty narrow, dark views but now they are so full of beauty. Anything that is not, is no longer even up for framing…..I shift my attention to a view that I enjoy and bask in it. I have asked to let go of memories, I do not need any. What, even the good ones, you ask? Yes, even those. I trust that there are many more good ones to come. Better in fact than any I have experienced to date! I want more room to decorate with the beauty that gets brighter by the day. The more we notice the beauty, the more there is to see. People’s hearts are the most beautiful of all sights. I cherish those views in my heart.

It is late, fireworks going off in the neighborhood making it difficult to sleep. Just watched this utube video of Steve Rother who channels the “group”, a group of spirits from “Home” or the other side of the veil. I like his work and listen to his monthly channel. Here it is: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PsXBzdoCvKY&feature=share

It spoke to what I have been feeling of late. My son is getting huge downloads of information and is trying to write it down and figure out how to best present it to an audience. Steve’s group is saying, “don’t wait!” The energies have amped up considerably and they are quick, quick! We are getting new hits of ideas and thoughts and he is encouraging us to anchor them into our 3D world in some tangible way. Hence, this blog post late at night…

I can feel this happening. I have felt whiffs of movement come to me, streams that I have followed for the past two years. I am pretty adept at this by now, letting the currents take me where they will. The group is saying that is necessary now as we no longer have time to ponder and plan as that keeps us stuck. We move and then life lines up with our movement. I so like this way of being. It suits me much better even though I once was a master at planning and preparing. I like change. I like quickness. I like newness. I am feeling the magic of this once folks get the hang of it. It is freedom and wow, isn’t that what we all crave?

4th of July is here and we celebrate a freedom that has been mostly illusion. We have lived lives of such routine and intense pressure yet we told ourselves we lived in the land of the free. Now we have the opportunity to truly take a step towards that freedom. We are the creators and are once again awakening to our role. I spend time each day, in a dreamy state where I vision my reality. I love that we will be able to manifest what we need, no more packing and shifting heaps of “stuff”. Just think it there or think it gone. There will be no need to accumulate things as you will know that when a need arises, you can fill it. That will be a freedom that I plan on enjoying! How about seeing an image of a beautiful beach and then thinking ourselves there. Yes, there is so much freedom at hand. I see a world where everyone has enough food, clean water and shelter ……can you imagine how freeing that will be on a deep gut level for all of us? The freedom to discover our note to add to the earth’s tone. Freedom from a working to live, life. Freedom from caring for our things, freedom from the constraints of time. Freedom to create a world that we can hand down to our children and grandchildren with pride. A world where harmony, peace, cooperation, unity and love are the norm. Where we live in the moments and those moments can stretch and contract as we desire. Where “being” is a skill we all have and use for the upliftment of all.

There are so many ways to use our freedom. Think of areas of your life where you want more freedom and begin to imagine that it is yours. Once you set your intention, you will be guided on how to get there…..watch for the signs. Today I saw a vision of Mount Shasta and one of her lakes, shining in a misty light. I saw violet light then surround the scene. This for me, is the mountain’s calling card, saying, “Come, come home to me now.” I finish packing the camping gear tomorrow and then head off. You can be sure that I will be attuned to the next sign on the way.


Being Seen and Seeing Myself for Who I Really Am

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It has been a beautiful day, flowing into the new energies of love that are here for us all to tap into. It has been interesting to observe my world and how I am moving through it. This past week has been a testing period of old energies resurfacing to see if I am ready to let go, once and for all. I found myself thinking of people that had rejected me and wanting to go to them and give them a hug or call them and connect somehow. As I described this to my son, he helped me to see ( sometimes talking to another who you resonate with can bring things to the surface so much more quickly) that those were impulses of the old me. I tried so many times to connect through the heart with folks who chose not to connect in that way. I did it for the sake of the kids or the family or some other obligation. Today I felt such love my courageous heart that would go into hostile environments time and time again.


That time is now over, as in honoring myself, I can choose to reside in energies that support and nourish me. I can be with folks who love me and see me for who I am. I am enjoying being recognized for my part in this grand scheme of things. A friend who is graciously hosting me at present said that I should not leave as “the neighborhood needs a resident mystic.” I loved that! After a lifetime of not fitting in, I have a place. People have come up to me and thanked me for my earth work. Today someone posted on facebook a thank you for some earth grid work that I am not conscious of on this level. Yet when I read the description, which she suggested I sit with and feel, I began to cry as I could feel it in my body that indeed, I had been doing that very work she described. It was humbling and reminded me of how deep is my love for our Mother Earth and all who reside on her.

I am ready to move and live completely in the new energies. Mount Shasta seems to hold this for me as the next step. When I listen to lovely music or go into my dreamy space, I often have visions of my community. I love to see who has shown up and what everyone is up to. I was delighted to see that a couple of folks who have turned from my love in anger, were happily greeting me with such love as I saw myself returning from a trip out to other such communities. (Yes, they will be everywhere!) We were so glad of one another and they knew the truth of my heart and of our love. My heart simply soared at this! I thought of our Mother/Father God and how they must feel when we acknowledge and turn to their love once again. Bliss!

So, I step out of the world in one sense and into the new more fully. I can feel more of my soul family beginning to gather as we chose to live in these new open hearted energies. It is time to gather and be a lighthouse that beams out to the world. The time of holding our candle aloft alone is over. We will gather and lift our flames high, generating much more light as a collective. It is time to bring in the magic and try on our new skills. As a vision keeper; I need nature, a field of resonance with those around me and stillness. I am grateful for Mount Shasta’s call and grateful for the answering echo in my heart that carries me there.























































































New Moon and Eclipse Leaves Me Floating

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What a day! Another solar eclipse and the new moon to set our intentions by. The energies

had been streaming in pretty heavily for the past couple of days for me. A need for long naps and sleep ins. Quiet, interior time. I found myself not wanting to drive or go out into the world much. Today dawned with a softness, blue sky and sun. I awoke from a dream where I made the discovery that my kids and I would love one another’s chosen partners. I was laughing in my dream as my son was saying, ” If they are the right one, we will all love them.” I agreed and knew that it would because each partner would know, love and honor themselves. We will all be whole. What a lovely thought to begin my day!


My friend and I had planned on going up in the mountains for a hike, a couple hour drive away. We connected and both had the same realization that today was not a day to go far. It was a day to stay quiet and close to home. I love when the universe lines up with my feelings! Instead, we went for a walk in the local nature center, taking her crystal bowls and our ceremony things. We went to the American River, scooped some water into the bowls and

began to play them. We set our intention for the water to be

crystalline and purified and tossed it back to the river to travel its swift current out into the waters of the earth. As we were playing the bowls, a whole gaggle (don’t you love that word?) of geese came swimming along. They walked out onto the shore and clustered all around us. They seemed to enjoy the sound of the bowls as much as we did.


I had written out my intentions for this new moon and second half of this year. I burned the paper and we offered tobacco and cornmeal to the earth and the waters. Every time I do ceremony with my friend, I see us in our priestess robes conducting

similar ceremonies. It seems that it would add to the fun to have the pretty outfits as we modern day mystics look pretty drab. I think that our society could use some brightening up in this regard. As we assume our new roles, I like the idea of new costumes. Maybe that is what my friend and I will do with our idea for beautiful clothing for women. As the divine feminine makes her return to the planet, we need the clothing to match.

Here is my offering topped with one of the geese’s feathers.
As we made our way out of the park, we met a woman volunteer, tending the gardens around the nature center building. We stopped and chatted and my friend played her bowl for her. The woman was enchanted and felt that she had been touched by magic. We did also.

The whole day felt magical and soft. I could feel the energies of love permeating the air. I saw a friend for a brief but delightful conversation and hug, joined an hour meditation for the earth in which we connected on the grid with thousands of others, ate a yummy tuna salad that my friend received the idea of during our meditation, (very practical info can come during meditations!) grocery shopped and planned a brunch with a friend, had a delightful conversation with my daughter with news of a new job, saw a hummingbird sitting on her tiny tea cup of a nest, saw young hawks in their nest, found some beautiful black and white feathers from a woodpecker that seems to have become the dinner that mama hawk was carrying to her young, baked chocolate chip cookies and shared a dinner of chard and beets with friends. I feel so blessed!

I believe that love is in the air and it feels grand. People’s hearts are being softened by the love that our Creator, our Galactic brothers and sisters, the ascended masters, the angels and our sun are beaming our way. How privileged we are to witness this transformation.