Feel into that word.
When I was dancing in NYC with the Manuel Alum Dance company in the early 70’s, Manuel who cut a Christ-like figure in my life, gave me a thick, beautifully bound, hard-cover book called, “The Family of Man”. He showed me a picture of a young girl in Austria who looked almost exactly like me. He had focused on her picture before meeting me and picking me to join his dance company. Funny how those synchronicities work. The book was a picture book for adults. Perfect for dancers, because dancers speak through movement showing us their true essences through their unique movement signatures. For many dancers, words are unstable bucking broncos: we are almost mute from trying to ride and master words, sentences and verbal communication. Our bodies touch the world intimately like lovers, or with disdain or rage like killers. Thought is instantly transmitted through the brush-stroke of our bodies as we create a scene onstage. Our verbal transmissions are distorted and misunderstood, so much that dancers often hurt each other as much as they become one with each other. Oh, the irony of life! Our dance company was not a pretty display of Nutcracker-like perfection that embodied the Story of Good overcoming Evil. In Modern Dance, often, the dark side was the mud we rolled in without much hope for a happy ending. Well, at least this was the theme for the Martha Graham type modern dance companies prevalent from the 50’s through the 80’s. I danced for the Paul Sanasardo Dance Company as well as for Manuel’s company and one of the ballets was called, “PAIN”. At the time, I was young, a pretty good dancer. I had a write up in Dance Magazine, “Lynn Haupert, a beautiful and promising young dancer…” and Robert Joffrey approached me to tell me he liked my dancing. But, as I slouched towards Bethlehem dancing my role in “PAIN”, I admonished myself because I didn’t feel pain. No, not this 18 year old dancer who had stuffed all the mountains of trauma into her subconscious mind as protection against the Shadows. Ironically, I developed painful Fibromyalgia at the age of 40. Be careful what you wish for. Nevertheless, pain can be a huge catalyst for spiritual communion and growth.
Soon, I left this Family of Dancers who ripped the rug off deep levels of archeological pain for all the unconscious to see. When I was on tour during the summer of 1972 at the age of 18, a director raked me over the coals for being late to dance class. I was a demonstrator for the movements. She literally growled and howled at me, demon-like. The frightening experience caused me to self-expel myself from not only the Company but from Dance itself as a profession. I began to reach for words and discover the ways words moved, vibrated and danced. For yes, words dance. So here I am with my words dancing on this page asking for courage to share my words with you today about FAMILY.
I have written poems that were published and poems that I loved that ended up in the trash. I have married twice in my 67 years on the Earth Mother witnessing three souls inhabit the bodies of my three amazing, maddening, lovely children. This is my second website where I explore as a spiritual researcher/dancer/poet the realms of family in the Spirit Realms: our Souls, our Oversouls, our Soul Families, our guides, Angels and Light Tribes. I am just now getting a clearer view. I can’t give up. This is why I’m here.
I live in a pretty huge apartment complex, lots of people, barking dogs, meowing cats, humans cheering football games through the thin walls, lovemaking or fighting lodged in thin walls, children laughing and crying through thin walls. Flowers sing in the Courtyard where palms wave in the breeze while dogs raise a leg over their trunks. A rascal causes the elevator to malfunction on a regular basis so it helps me use my old brain to find the adjacent building where their elevator usually still works. I cannot tell you how this has opened my heart up and chased my aloneness away, even in this Covid Pandemic. We have all sorts of people in this Apartment Family Complex: old ones, young ones, loners, couples, families, Republicans, Democrats but we manage to somehow get along. Our mouths are covered but our eyes talk to each other easily of how we overcome our challenges or how we are still wounded by them. I have a Family here. My oldest daughter and my youngest daughter with Down Syndrome, my two cats and me have a family here.
I know this sounds naive but if we could only expand our concept of FAMILY to everyone on the planet we could realize a culture of Oneness. Artists, Dreamers, poets, philosophers, mystics really feel this deep in our bones.
I see a dismantling of the Old Ways on this planet happening through shifts in consciousness aided by very enlightened, races of Core Consciousness within each and every one of us that is transforming the very physical universe from our thoughts, beliefs, feelings, bodies to the structures around us. Earth Mother with every sentient being upon her skin is falling into the enlightened Core. Therefore, you see the prevalence of the Earth Changes, Climate Change at this juncture as we enter and move into Aquarius. I live in the L.A. area and I am seeing “Earthquake” written over the lands here. Everyone is aware of the Ring of Fire. I see it over the New Madrid Fault. I see it in places not seen before in North America, just bubbling up from within Earth Mother. There is a Ring of Fire that extends from the East Coast of the U.S. to the West Coast of Europe. Don’t get me going on South America and the Middle East, China and Russia. I actually feel there is a dismantling of the School of Opposites as we all, at the core level of our being, desire peace and an honoring of our inherent divine virtues.
I’ve been told I’m a psychic, medium, even a healer but heck, we all have that potential. There is so much shadow in the New Age, because there is still so much shadow in us. Run everything by your Soul who sits in your Soular Plexus before you follow any power that sits seemingly outside of yourself. Ego and Narcissism definitely have a certain stench. Even a molecule of it can be found in a human life.
Moving on now…lol.
Yesterday, I booked a hotel room so I could get some friggin privacy…my family gets a little loud at home. I had scheduled months and months ago a BLSR session with Robert Schwartz. (Between Lives Session Regression). His books show us the greater meaning of our lives here on the Earth Plane. I have found out through taking his “Awakening” Course at https://yoursoulsplan.com that I’m basically here to cultivate the divine virtues of “Self Love/Unconditional Love”, “Acceptance/Gratitude”, “Radical Forgiveness of Self and Others”, “Self-Referencing: yourself as the highest and best wisdom for you”, “Equanimity, you stay calm and centered no matter what’s happening around you…yes that’s a real hard one” and “Attentiveness, being fully present, not in the past or future…thing is I don’t believe in past or future. Everything happens now so if I flirt with the so called past or future I know it truly is the present I’m flitting through.” All that said, I think this will be the longest post I have ever written.
Back to yesterday. I have a babysitter for Lindy. I have a quiet hotel room. I have soaked in a beautiful, clean tub. I have written down a bunch of uploads from Spirit and have felt an army of souls who are surrounding me ready to infuse into me what it’s like on the inside of everything. Then, I’m ready for my session with Rob on Skype. Everything is going smoothly. I am able to keep up with the induction into the first part, a past life. Even with the sound being lower than it should be. Oops! (Of course, I have a bit of hearing loss as well). The first part goes without a glitch. I step out of the tunnel into a Monet of smeared colors but somehow I know it is a small town. Rob directs me to look at my feet. My feet are bare. He directs me to look at the color of what I’m wearing below my waist. TAN. I’m wearing a tan piece of circular cloth with a hole ripped out in the middle for my head. Rob tells me to look in a mirror before me and describe myself. I do. I am a small, thin boy of eleven years old. I am blonde and blue eyed. I have two very cute buck teeth, I might say. I look like a little elf. I am telling Rob about this and Rob is guiding me on. I tell him I’m looking for food and that at the market people put food down behind the wheels of their caravans for me to pick up because they like me. I am about to get food from this plate beneath a caravan when a group of boys appear who see me, then start teasing me. They are privileged. About this time I don’t get questions or directions from Rob but I don’t realize this because I’m in deep trance. The fellow who runs the market and charges rent for space for the caravans notices the boys teasing me and drags me out to soldiers on the perimeter of town. A soldier in front of me tells me not to be afraid and that he will let me go. I really think he means it and I’m hopeful, my family needs the food. My parents are sick. In fact I’m in denial that they are close to death and I’m about to become an orphan! At the same time that the soldier in front of me encourages me, I feel a deep pain between my shoulder blades as a sword enters me and I see it emerge from my sternum as I am brought to my knees. I am crying as I am violated by this sword. Almost immediately I am yanked above my body by two angelic energy beings. I am suspended above the scene leaving the shock and trauma and deep sadness behind me. I see that a soldier behind me is laughing having gored me, ridding another piece of vermin from his area of control. But no worries, I am getting lighter and lighter and am now lifting higher and higher. I see my older two sisters running towards me, blonde hair with flowers behind their ears so happy to see me. I am so happy. They call me Elfin/Elvin and on this particular “Other Side” we are Elves. The grass is long and waving and we take care of this Spiritland. Before I come out of trance I say to myself, “I saved my family from going through this.” My tears are endless rivers of relief.
I’m now calling out for Rob but I don’t hear him. I open my eyes and I see my laptop next to me. Skype has cut out on us! Rob has tried to call me several times but I was in trance. I call him and he says that there is no time to go through the induction again so that we can continue to do the “between lives” part of the regression. I will have to reschedule and do the regression on my phone rather than my laptop. I don’t know if this has ever happened before, Skype cutting out like that. I don’t ask Rob if this has happened to him before as I’m so happy from the regression. I know that the energy around me and in me was humongous, really huge. It could have short-circuited the connection. We were one hour into the session and I thought we had two more hours to go and could have gone back into the session pretty easily to complete it but Rob didn’t think so, so I didn’t push it and agreed to reschedule. Everything happens for a reason.
And with more contemplation I really don’t think I was ready to do the Between Lives part of the regression because I have major trust issues with some disincarnate beings as I pretty much know that there are some “service to self” entities in the non-physical astral planes that like to masquerade as ascended masters and I really don’t want to meet up with these rascals. Been there. Done that. In the “Between Lives Regression” you meet and talk with the “Council of Elders” and to be completely forthcoming I don’t completely trust them. Ouch! But I hear they are well spoken of. So, I have hope. On the other hand, the “Beings of Light” channeled by Rob’s wife Liesel feel so right, loving and pure. It just dawned on me that I may have met up with imposters posing as the “Council of Elders” as in my sleep I go about shining the light on these rascals. These rascals run the “Control Matrix” on Earth. And I’m in the process of retiring from these duties and let the Universe dismantle the negativity.
I already feel pretty connected to my Oversoul, Yen and to Jesus of Nazareth who is as approachable as your bestest of best friends. He makes me laugh. So, that being said, I truly trust the Universe and will not argue with it in this case. Skype went out for a reason. Will I reschedule and meet the “Council of Elders”? Yes, I’ll give it another try.
I am a guardian of the Core Dimensional Realms and nothing gets in there that isn’t supposed to. It’s paradoxical but even the Guardian may not be able to enter.
I hold Elfin/Elvin very close to me today. In a world where the privileged run just about everything, I know in the deepest part of the tears that flow like a river into my heart, that every embodied Soul upon this beautiful planet is special beyond measure and whether or not villain or hero, both these roles played aid the awakening of mankind.
And thanks to Rob, I became aware of Elfin and his love for FAMILY. And with much wonder I no longer feel the pain of the sword between MY shoulder-blades!
“We are each other” ~Yen
“Forgive them, Father. They know not what they do.” ~Jesus of Nazareth
“There are no enemies” ~Yen
” Love thine enemies” ~Jesus of Nazareth