On my walk back from the beach, I was thrilled with the way the setting sun was dancing its colors across the houses on the shore.

My wise sister and I were having a conversation about lights. A friend had asked her advice on up lighting some trees in her yard. My sister is a former landscape designer with an ability to paint with plants and light. She said that she did not like outside lights illuminating houses or

trees for the most part. She found it strange to see a dark house that had lights shining on it rather from within it. A symptom of our modern age where we were conditioned to dress up our exterior and ignore our inner being.

When we view a house at night, where the lights are on, offering a glimpse of family and connection within, it warms our heart. Books lit up on a shelf, folks gathered around a table, a fire glowing…all serve to draw is in. Viewing houses that lay dark inside but showcasing the structure outside, is a far emptier experience.

When we meet another soul who is lit from within, there is a radiance that attracts us, like moths to a flame. Our hearts want to flutter in that light and absorb it for ourselves. The outer appearance pales in comparison, it recedes in the background or is absorbed as part of the whole.

We are coming to that awareness as a people, that we are each responsible for igniting that inner light. Valuing it over the outer appearance, letting go of the judgments of our forms as not good enough. Letting go of the focus on creating some corporate induced ideal of what constitutes beauty. Moving towards honoring and tending the inner flame. Being comfortable in the skin we designed for ourselves, for these very times. Knowing it would be the vehicle that would allow us the greatest growth and expansion on the inner planes.

As we stoke that inner fire and allow it to blaze bright by speaking our truth, following our joy, aligning with our soul’s desires and will, we bless one another with our light. It offers warmth and food. We nourish one another in this way as we look into another’s eyes without shuttering our light. We fling the shutters open wide, we allow ourselves to offer that glimpse of Home that flows through our beings in a steady stream of liquidlovelight. Making eye contact with all whom we meet, allowing the love to flow freely.

This changes our world, second by second. We take that extra second to look the cashier at the store in the eye and exchange a word. We greet the one passing on the sidewalk with our torch of light flowing through our eyes and smile. We squat down and look the child in the face as we speak.

The blaze of light that draws us in.

We let go of being simply houses as we inhabit our beings, making them a home. A home that the Creator lives in with us. A home glowing with love and warmth that makes others smile when they are near. It is time to come home to ourselves, to clear out the clutter the focus on the outer form has left behind. To make a space that honors and feeds our soul. To create a space that invites and welcomes the Creator in.

Christmas is a time when we welcome the light of the Christ child in. Let us each prepare him room by clearing the old boxes of resentments, shame, blame, judgment, sorrow. Let us give them to the angels to recycle back into lovelight. Let us string our hearts with radiant lights that never go out. Let us turn on every light, all of our rooms lit like fire as a welcome. Leave none empty or shuttered to the night. Let us dazzle one another with our brilliance as our Christed self makes itself at home.

We came to bring the light from Home. We have the privilege of our perfect forms to house it. It awaits only our claiming our right to reflect the sun, to house and shelter the Christ as our truth. It is time to turn on our heartlights and create the world anew. Oh, this Christmas season, it feels possible because of you. Thank you for turning on your lights and allowing me to be fed by your flame. This is how we feed the world, this is how love moves. Miracles and magik….it is time. Blessed be.

My driftwood path marker.

It seems for years, there has been the sense of energy vibrating through my body. The past couple of days and nights it has literally shook me, inside and out. There is so much energy flowing in, cleansing and renewing us. I saw all these filaments of light streaming from my core, each being cracked like a whip, allowing all the gunk of lifetimes to fly off. Memories of sorrows, pains, burdens….all dissolving with that explosive motion. This allowed new connections to be made as the newly cleared strands were plugged into pearlescent ones flowing in from the sun, the Creator, the All that is. We each have teams that assist in this upgrade. The night of 11-11, I saw thousands upon thousands being lifted to a huge ship with the name, White Wing or White something. The crews were ecstatic as they had been awaiting this moment as much as we had. New operating systems have been installed and are being test driven to work out all the bugs. No wonder we require stillness and rest.

As I was lying on a table being attended to, the table spun upside down with me on it. It spun in circles a number of times making me feel a bit nauseous. It stopped at my protest, but with me upside down. My team said they just had to zip me up the back. The table was transparent and they could see and work on my back. Somehow, I was viewing them at work. I saw my spine, a white column of light. They used some instrument to flow down one side of my spine and then back up the other side. There were switches that were being turned to the on position now that the new wiring was in place. It felt electrifying!

Our inner systems are being purged and cleaned. Our emotional fields are being presented with shocks and jolts so as to release any remaining fears. Our physical bodies are throwing up and out any dis- ease or ailment. All that we hid and stored in these amazing body elementals of ours, is being taken out like the trash it is. We no longer need it. The angels are at the ready to take it for the great recycling, turning the old density back into the lovelight it is. It is energy that can be used anew by our children and their children. We are the bridge generation that came to clear the family lineages, to stop cycles of abuse, to understand and break centuries old patterns so that our children could walk free on the new earth.

My body is asking for a break from the loaves of toast that I have eaten of late. It was the only thing I craved…was it literal? Was I craving the bread of life? Drinking lemon water and the beauty of the deep maroon pink of the lilies I bought yesterday, I am open to be fed on many levels. Letting my tummy settle, allowing my world to settle about me. Flung once again into that deep unknown space, letting the frequency live me. There is only this moment. This breath. Love in, love out.

We are bridging so much right now, past and future, old and new.

The frigid air is here, dropping below the freezing point, arctic winds blowing the grasses in a shimmering dance before me. My body did not wish to move so everything rearranged itself. The owner of the cottage I had wanted to see in Mount Shasta had someone send photos which told me that it was not my place. I so need light and windows to breathe through. To sit in comfort and warmth while my spirit flies in the open vista beyond. The owner of the house share is off for ten days so we will meet around Thanksgiving to check out our resonance and for me to see the house. She is on her way to Whidbey Island, where I just came from. I get a kick out of these clues we are given as we follow our trail of light.

Who knows what will be real for me by then. I am witnessing my flight pattern. I notice that it takes me time to settle into a new energy, to feel into the landscape and find our rhythm together. Today I will venture out for the first time to check out the town and get some groceries.

Our world is moving so quickly, we can only stay present for what shows up. Allowing the movement, allowing all to flow through without attachment. I am sitting here watching the hawks swoop and hover over the grasses, seeking their meals. What beautiful creatures. Their flight in harmony with the dance of the grasses, the forward motion of the waves on the horizon tossing white heads against the blue.

The hawks hunting grounds.

What is my dance? My rhythm with the whole? I feel my heart dropping down with the hawk as he zooms in on his prey. Swift, sure, direct. To flow with the air currents, using them for guidance and support, then swift action when the desire appears.

Nature teaches us when we sit in her embrace. She offers up her secret wisdom to all who take the time to attune to her ways. This morning, I know nothing. The confusing spirals that swirled about me yesterday have cleared. I follow the hawk and open my heart to her message. We are dreaming the new into creation.

I am witnessing my movement of the past couple of weeks as I prepare to find my third landing spot. There are pieces that I will miss from each place: the mountains and mists of the island, tomorrow I leave the open grassland and strip of blue water view to head back to California to see what Mount Shasta has to offer. I have desired to live surrounded by natural beauty and I have found that. The other component for me is resonance, with the physical space inside, as well. I love light filled spaces, art that feeds me, flowers and order. I am one who has painted every place I have rented or owned. I rearrange, move things about to find that harmony. Venusians are so sensitive to their surroundings, I am like a delicate plant.

We are seeking that feeling of flow with one another and all of life, sentient and not. I delight in all the frequencies on the planet, the diversity and range. Yet, I desire a sanctuary to come back to, where I can rest in my own energy or with others of similar frequency.

I have a sense that we are being called from our hermit like existence to put our toe into the waters of community. We have been clearing our fields as we move into sovereignty, the prerequisite required for community to flourish. I sense that the love pods will begin to spring into place with the spring. I have lived with my former husband and our adult children practicing these skills in the past year or so as we flowed in and out in various combos. Now I am offered the opportunity to try it out with strangers on a small scale.

Crushed yet still reflecting its form and iridescent beauty.

I will look at a cottage for rent where I would be alone. That feels delightful as I love flowing with my own rhythms. It all depends on the feel of the place when I am in it. I am also going to look at a house share with a couple of others. I feel a leaning towards that as I enjoy the interweaving of energies, the support and sharing that can take place. The woman holding the lease on the house shared how she knew many who had been feeling a similar calling and felt the fear that brought up. Can we live in sovereignty with others so that we can feel that space of aloneness, together?  To be fully ourselves, honoring our rhythm and yet weaving it with others.are our hearts up to the task of living as an open book, fully transparent in each moment?

We have worked to find the peace within, that flame that we can sink into, bathing in its love. Now it moves outward into our surroundings, as we choose the physical and energetic environment that best allows that flame full expression. Discernment is called for, no right or wrong, rather an honoring of self as to what feeds our joy and what does not. As we each do this, we create pockets of beauty that spread as our joy enlivens all that we see. We are training our eyes and senses to greater refinement, attuning them to the inner knowing that all is love.

Our spheres of influence are growing with our recognition of our abilities. As we live fully our lovelight, where we are, we expand it into the world. Our spheres touch, overlap and create more beauty, wider versions of love’s forms. This becomes the wildfire igniting this earth’s expression as the star that she us. We are given the paintbrushes to co- create our idea of heaven on earth. We are the ones who bring it into form. Following our heart’s guidance in each moment…does this move me closer to joy? Braving our fears formed from old disappointments and betrayals, we take the step with a child’s innocence and trust. No longer content with good enough….no longer willing to make ourselves small to keep the peace…no longer living out the programming of a lifetime. We seek to fly free, to dive deep, to feel the wind rush through our beings.

I salute each one if you for your courage in forging a new path, holding to an ideal that lives in fairy tales, trusting yet again with an open heart, living the belief in love. Magik is afoot. It is ours to claim and use.

The colors of nature enliven my heart!

Yesterday was a day long class with a group of 11 women on 11-11. Of course, it started at 11am. Good day, good hearts, all committed to being the love. All new folk to me but hearts remember. Met a fellow gate keeper from the Great Central Sun which was lovely. It feels like memories of our linage are pouring in these days as our hearts open wider to our truth.

The truth that we can live in the love we are. That through our intentions, we can create a better world. There is a place for doing in our world, acting on our guidance is a way to honor ourselves. There is also a place for being. For allowing our hearts’ lights to flow into the world with messages of peace, of freedom, of all beings having food, shelter and the knowing that they are loved. Our thoughts create. We can intend goodwill and trust that it streams from our hearts to create just that.

We were told that we could move mountains with our faith and it is coming true as more hearts are tuning to the love channel, its signal stronger each day. Everything feels to be softening, hearts are opening with floods of tears, our relationship to time is loosening, we are being gentler with ourselves as the inner critic loses its hold. Our hearts are opening to a knowing that all is well so that despite the outer appearances, we feel this peace bubbling in our heart of hearts. Our knowing that we are creator gods and goddesses is returning to us on waves of sunlight, strands of starlight and beams of moonlight. Everything is wanting to dance with us as we begin to reawaken to the love we are.

Even bird poop can create beauty! Hearts of love when we look for them…they appear everywhere!

I was gifted a day alone, to dream, to get lost on a long beach walk as my driftwood marker to the path back through the seagrass was toppled by the wind. I dreamt of my heart’s desire for my beloved, for a cottage by the sea, for my love pod about me. I took action by calling about a cottage listed at the foot of Mount Shasta. I listened to my heart’s desire for natural beauty as well as heading closer to family and dear friends. Then I let it go and sank into Hallmark channel Christmas movies as I delighted in the novelty of a tv. I watch movies on my computer but tv has not been a part of my life for longer than I can remember. I sense that tomorrow is another day to rest in this space offered, to allow what I have sent out to do its work. When the guidance comes, I will take the next step.

For now, I am resting in the dream of a world where all are free to sing their song, where all know and radiate their own beauty, where the Christ light has truly come again in each one’s heart. I sense we are entering a season of thanksgiving and Christmas, the likes of which we have never seen. Ring out the bells! Let your lovelight flow in all its glory.

The sunlight streamed a path to my feet!

Today dawned sunny and calm. I successfully found my way to the bluffs and took a long barefoot walk along the sea. It was so nourishing. I felt free and at peace. The earth fed me and I, her through the soles of my feet. Then the head pressure came back, my body asked for food and it was time to head back. I was grateful for the moments of beauty. I checked in as to whether I had the energy to fix food for myself or needed to stop and buy a sandwich. The idea of a store or restaurant felt daunting so I came back to my room and made a spinach, kale and romaine salad with a hard boiled egg and some tuna on top. I looked out at the bench by the cliff, sunlight shining. No, too far to go, better here in the shelter of the house. I ate with the sea and the tree before me. Then into the womb of bed for rest, my legs tired from their climb.

Dusk falls, tucked on the couch with a comforter and hot water bottle, tea and a

Following the curve to see where it leads.

handful of chocolate cookies at hand, I am drawn inward, wanting only the refuge of warmth and stillness. I am such a tender creature. I am reading a novel I picked up at the thrift store yesterday (Thursday special, 2 books for the price of one) about grief. The story is of a young woman of 36 who loses her husband of three years to Hodgins disease. It is making me laugh and she describes the desire to sleep, to eat cookies till you are ill, to turn from all responsibilities and decisions, to snuggle into the old sweaters of her husband for their warmth. I feel this too. I am such a tender creature. Life as I knew it, disappeared years ago. I have been floating in this in between misty world for so long. My gut tells me that we never expected to have to endure this holding pattern. It was thought that we would go…move on and be there on the other side to greet those arriving. I am good at hospitality, of sensing what others need, I trained for it in my dreamtime. Yet, here we remain, logged into this dimensional frequency while more and more awaken from the dream. Yes, that was our desire but we did not count the cost. The old ways feel so heavy, the body feels slow and dense, the sensory pleasures fleeting. I know that my palms hold magik…yes the K is there as it is the ancient kind. I could hold up my palm and create what I desired. Think it with my heart and stream it out into form. Now I have to fortify myself for the challenge of going into a store, purchasing what I need, make sure the $ are there to allow the purchase. I have to find a place that I can house my body, that allows for my frequency to move freely. Tasks that feel cumbersome, and at the very edge of my abilities. I once organized with ease in this outer world, now those abilities seem outside my ken. I am a babe in the woods, needing shelter and comfort. All efforts feel Herculian in scope and yet here I am.

Sunset through the trees.

Surrendered. Stripped down to bare essence. I AM.

There is no making sense of it, as a friend reminded me. There is only this moment and then the next. I am to move, pack the car and drive off. Destination not clear. Trusting the pathway to appear.

I hold a rock in my hand, smooth with markings that I sense I can read if I rub it long enough. I light candles, spray rose spray about and live in the small beauties. The night closes in early and spirits gather in the shadows. I am here, open to them all. Breathing in the love, breathing out the love. There is only this love.

November first found me on Whidbey Island, off of Seattle following a calling to the 48th parallel. I was grateful to have a dear friend begin the first leg of the journey with me to Mount Shasta. We stayed in our favorite hotel,which is abit south of town and has an us obstructed view of the mountain from our room. We went to the local grill for fish tacos and returned nourished for a night of fun. We began to play our crystal bowls on one another. The tones coming through were new and we realized something big was afoot. We cleared much for the divine feminine, so heavy were the energies that I had to keep stopping to clear the bowl so that it could continue with its song. As the energies lifted there came a point where the bowl was singing in joy and both of us collapsed in giggles, the like of which we have not known. A crew of Pleadian angels filled the room and we were given images of the journey into the mountain that was on tap for the night. We were both being dressed in gowns, mine gold, hers silver. The material was shimmery and sparkled like sunlight dancing on water as we walked. I was shown that this would be part of my new gift, to weave the liquidlovelight into cloth. I would make use of sunlight, starlight and moonlight! My hands were being activated along with my heart. I saw green plant material flow from my heart in woven designs. It was thrilling! My friend recalled that back in April whhad been present at the mountain for an eclipse of the moon in the wee hours of the night, I found myself on top of the mountain, dressed in a woolen garment that was light yet filled with warmth. It had been woven from sunlight.

My friend wore a crown that was made by faeries all doing gymnastics as they created new shapes, a living crown! Faeries also sat on each curl of her hair and bounced up and down in glee. Truly, all beings wish to play with us. We giggled as we realized how serious we have been about our path. The time to play is come!

We were shown a “transition train” that was being loaded. Folks and animals were boarding and we were part of an honor guard to thank them for their service. Their generation had lived lives of hardship and sorrow. They had endured and carried beliefs that no longer served the collective. They were so joy filled to drop their bodies which carried the imprint of so much wounding that regeneration was too difficult a task. There was such a sense of celebration as the earth felt the lifting of the old energies. As the train departed, we saw bands of cherubim bringing in babies streaming rainbow lovelight that lit up everything. The feeling of joy permeated us all.

Mount Shasta as dawn brought its rosy glow.

My friend and I both saw folks we know, get on the train. We shed some tears at their passing, not knowing if it had happened in the physical as yet but seeing it was close. We knew it was all part of the grand design and each soul had chosen their time to depart or enter in. I was surprised to see my sister, who had committed suicide thirty some years before, as a member of the Telos community under the mountain. She was wearing an acolyte’s robe and as she straightened my gown, she gave me a smile, acknowledging our  connection. I was so glad to see that was where she chose to incarnate after her last life.

I found this material hanging from the trees by the shore. It so reminded me of what I saw in my vision!

We were pulled into sleep as we were relating our tales, the wonderful thing for me was that we were both having the same visions and confirming it for one another. I am not usually as visual as she is so I was thrilled to be granted the visions. My third eye has had a  strange pimple like nodule on it for months now. It has begun to bleed when I wash my face. I am trusting that it has something to do with my vision coming online.

The next morning, we were called to the mountain. We drove up and before even getting out of the car, knew we were called to sleep. We dozed for about an hour and I sensed more work being done on my palms to quicken them. The day passed in a haze as we walked on the mountain and relished the sunlight.

Ashland, Oregon in its autumn beauty.

I departed for Ashland to meet another friend for the night. So beautiful to weave the lovelight with others whose hearts are singing their song. Halloween found me needing to leave the festivities of Ashland behind to honor those who were departing on this weekend of All Hallow’s Eve and All Saints Day and the Day of the Dead. The ancestors were very present and the veil barely there.

I had rented a room in a house from craigslist. All felt right and I came only to discover that the dogs were more present and numerous than I knew. The animal smell was overpowering to the point that I felt my body go into a state of shock. I was fatigued and it made it so I could not relax in my body. I cried many a tear the first couple of days. Every time someone called to ask how I was, I would burst into tears at the kindness in their voices. I slept and cried and slept some more. The head and neck pressure, the nausea, the smells….my body was on overload and I asked to be taken on the that transition train. Surely it was my time to go.

The colors of the manzanita tree are stunning.

I have such angels about me. Friends called and asked the questions that brought some relief. Yes, my body confirmed that I was here for a purpose. I was streaming in the pink/orange/gold ribbons of liquidlovelight that I work with. My body was trembling as a conduit as they streamed in so strong and fast into the 48th parallel and the meridians of the planet. There are still times, it seems, where my body is offered as a chalice for the energies to land. I am grateful that we are moving out of clearing mode into anchoring the new mode. Still, there was some clearing involved also. At such times, it takes all of me. i can only be with it, surrendering myself to the process. The full moon of today is working with me and another that I know of, to complete this infusion.

I had thought I was coming to spend the winter months up here but now see that my work is done in a few days rather than a few months’ time. The energies are so quick now! I was left wondering where I was to land next. My mind went to pieces, dissolving in tears and frustration with the need to have to do this once again. I am so beyond tired of playing this earthly game of finding shelter for the body. Why do I have to be so sensitive to everything?! It has been years since I was able to live any semblance of a normal life. I have been a hermit, a lone pilgrim, weaving my lovelight with my dear car, Maxie. Stopping here and there in the winter months in spaces with my family, who can take bigger doses of me than others. My presence activates folks and that can be uncomfortable for all. On a soul level, I understand the agreements in place, on a personality level, I am tired of it all. I am at the end of my rope with this way of being. I want to be able to participate more with life and people. I desire a partner, a home, flowers, children. Simple pleasures of community.

In my panic, I turned to friends and craigslist and the search. I could feel that it was not going to come in the old way. I knew that my frantic energy was working against me, yet I persisted.  I was being asked to trust and open to guidance. Finally,  I surrendered. I was guided to take an action out of my comfort zone and it seems it will bear fruit and a home will appear. I await the unfolding with a grateful heart. Today, I let it all go and for the first time since arriving, I found myself singing songs as I explored parts of the island. I was able to be out for a few hours, rather than just a short walk on the beach. I felt so nourished by the wind, the trees and the sea. Filled where I had been empty. Then the pressure returned and brought me back to the shelter of my room and bed.

The new has laid down a firmament that we can now walk upon. Change is the new constant and we must flow to be one with it all. I am grateful to be still standing with a heart beating. These past few days of dissolution of all that I thought myself to be and allowing of who I am becoming have been extreme. I know myself to be an extremist in the way I have walked my path. I sense that focus will now soften, that all of us who have been walking on the edge, will be called in to the center of life once again. But that is tomorrow’s story. For today I have a bed and the wind and the sea. The moon rides high over the land, blessing all with her light. Onward we go. I bless us all.