And if you’ve ever witnessed a real birth… not the sanitized version, but the raw, primal miracle of it…
you know exactly what that means.
The pressure. The stretching. The screaming. The silence between contractions that almost feels like death before life erupts through.
That’s where we are. As a collective. Right now. This isn’t the beginning of labor… we’ve been in it for years. The contractions came through the lockdowns, the awakenings, the broken systems, the revelations. But now… the baby’s head is at the threshold.
The veil is thin. And everything feels like it’s about to split wide open. Because it is. Crowning is the point of no return. It’s where you feel like you can’t go any further…
but the force of what’s coming through won’t let you go back. And it’s painful… not because something’s wrong… but because something bigger than the world we’ve known is pushing through the human form.
That’s what this moment is. All the division, the chaos, the rising tensions… it’s the collective body contracting. Every system we thought was solid is dilating. Every illusion we’ve lived under is stretching to its limit. The old world can’t contain what’s arriving. And it shouldn’t. We’re not watching the end. We’re witnessing the most sacred beginning.
So if you’re feeling overwhelmed… breathless… on fire with grief one moment and full of hope the next… you’re not broken. You’re in the birth canal of the New Earth. And the ones who came to hold space for this… the gridkeepers, the midwives, the way-showers… are being asked to breathe through this final push with open hearts and steady hands.
This is the ring of fire. And what’s on the other side… is everything we came here for.
It seems that many reach for the guidance of a higher power, the higher self or oversoul, or a soul group we belong to, to guide us and provide us with wisdom and answers. These are seen to be anchored in the divine realms of higher dimensions where there is only love and Unity Consciousness.
What if:
we could draw down the source of all love and wisdom, our soul families, our higher self/oversoul, even our guides and angels into our biology, into our bodies to sit within our Chakras. Jesus, Buddha and the Beings of Light guide us to go within.
What if:
there are no higher, divine dimensions to ascend to.
What if:
the Ascension, New Age 5th dimension gig going on here has it wrong? Oops, did I just say that?
What if:
Everything divine and loving was always within, nestled as subatomic realities, vast, boundless universes we call Spirit. More real than here. And maybe we just spiral down through our hearts into these origins to find Heaven, Nirvana. Maybe, we can pull these realities up into our biology, an upload of divinity, not a download. Maybe, this is how we bring Heaven to Earth. It’s already happening in nature. How do we draw up into our biology the nutrients of the Divine?
Through the in-breath. Breathing in the subatomic divine realms along our Chakra System activates the wisdom of Source. Breathing out through the Crown Chakra creates Heaven on Earth.
Can you imagine a world where we are guided to engage in loving, Mindfulness Meditations? As part of our educational systems?
I was watching NBC cover the L.A. protesters protesting against the callous and cruel ICE arrests and deportations when I suddenly got this visual of the mouth of the Earth Mother opening up to engulf the entire land mass of the U.S.A. It takes something powerful like that to get me writing these days. Depression can really make it difficult to pick up a pen to write when you see your brothers and sisters being treated inhumanely. In my vision I saw that anything unloving was collapsing into this mouth stretching wider and bigger by the minute.
The Age of Aquarius and narcissistic, egoic and anti-social energies do not mix. They don’t work well together so the weaker of the two has to exit.
So Donald, are you ready to be recycled and transformed? Cause Mama Earth is after you, my boy.
As the Earth Mother speaks the language of Source, watch the language of ego dissipate.
The Land is speaking through Los Angeles, California today, speaking up for the least and most grand among us. After L.A., her Voice will spread through the rest of the cities and states.
I am the Soul Child of two inter-dimensional Consciousness Collectives. One of these collectives, the Chrystalene Collective which houses the Beings of Light: Christ Oversouls from all the known and unknown religions/spiritual collectives of Earth uploaded into me messages from Source as well as Movement Meditations while I lived in Colorado near the Source Vortex of the Wahatoya (also known as the Spanish Peaks of Southern Colorado). Here are links to the Chrystalene Collective and the Movement Meditations:
The other Consciousness Collective also uploaded through me messages from Spirit during a Between Lives Soul Regression Session with Robert Schwartz, author of the book, “Your Soul’s Plan”. The Ohleendra spoke through me to Rob as Rob asked questions of Its relationship to me. The full session can be found here: https://wahatoyadreaming.com/the-new-being-my-between-lives-soul-regression/
I have suffered with PTSD as long as I can remember. I really feel that all Earthlings are on the PTSD spectrum having lived multiple lives on the 3D Earth Plane. I have been suffering with CFS, Fibromyalgia from the age of 39 and recently was diagnosed with Hypermobile Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome which causes a pain syndrome that worsens with age. It is genetic and linked to Autism of which I have a high functioning form. So basically I have been swimming in the multi-dimensional sea of pain for a pretty long time and I mention it here as prequel to an out of body experience I had last night. I was in a restaurant getting take-out. I was ordering some type of meat-ball dish from the short-haired blonde woman when I decided to go outside. Outside I looked at the buildings. Workers were up there making noise as they constructed them. I immediately sensed I was not on Earth. I was in another community. I went back in to pick up my order only to see the blonde woman walk her beautiful golden retriever out the front door. Then I’m in the restaurant where we can all sit down and eat. My daughter is about 12 years old here playing on the floor with the dog which I find inappropriate so begin to get anxious but something subdues my earthly emotions. An energy maybe. It is so calm here. Suddenly I hear a ringing. I wake and answer my phone. It is my earthly 45 year old daughter calling me about buying some mushroom chocolate drink near her work in L.A. I look at the clock. Almost 11 AM. I never sleep that late. The cat hasn’t tried to wake me up. Everything is super CHILL. My body is pain free…SAY WHAT! Normally I would be wracked with pain. I slowly realize I am out of my body. And then it comes to me as I slowly get up and walk around. My E.T. Families hijacked me as they usually do from time to time in the most wonderful of ways. They infuse me with light energies that alter and heal my energy that gets so corrupted here on Earth. And then return me to my body. When I woke this mornng and for the entire day I have been vibrating the energies of the Heavenly Realms. I don’t recall now as an adult ever being able to do this. From the dream I had until now I have noticed one thing. For the first time in my life I have NO FEAR. I can’t find even a drop of it anywhere. I remember the world I visited out of body…absolutely NO FEAR. This morning I uploaded this:
AWAKENING TO THE TRUE NATURE OF REALITY IS A CHANGE IN PERCEPTION. IT IS A SHIFTING TO THE PERCEPTION OF NO FEAR.
A core principle of Karma is taking accountability for your thoughts, feelings and actions that may harm self and others. I have to remind myself that it can be a healing and positive thing. We all make mis-takes in the drama plays of our lives and this is how we learn and grow: to try to tread softly and with kindness in word and deed through our days and nights here. If we are shamed and punished in our childhoods over these mistakes we throw up some “shade” to protect our vulnerable beginnings. We learn to deflect and “point fingers” rather than take any accountability for the human drama stage we are “acting” our roles upon. Many forget that before we are born we get with our Soul Families and write a detailed script for our lives where we will attempt to experience and grow in the divine virtues: patience, courage, hope, faith, unconditional love, forgiveness, which are the few I mention off the top of my head. In the “Before Life” Situation Room it can get a bit crowded with Souls, Higher Selves (Oversouls), and their family members. A beloved family member may be asked to don garments of darkness and do things that “hurt” in order to bring growth to another family member. So, when you hear that saying, “What goes around, comes around”, it is true that the hurt you cause will come back at you and will remain until you learn to love yourself and others. Both soul family members playing both villain and victim are growing here. The soul who plays the villain may need help upon feeling the pain he has caused the other, to process the guilt, self-hatred and remorse. And the victim may need loving help to break the cycle of abuse that often comes down the ancestral family line on Earth. And help is available from our Higher Selves, Spirit guides and Angels of the Heavenly Realms. You can hear their guidance as you walk in nature, take repose in meditation or prayer.
Forgiveness graces all experience: the good, the bad and the ugly.
But truly, there is nothing to forgive in the first place because we all chose to come and live in the Light and in the Dark which implies collateral damage. We all knew we would eventually learn and grow from these experiences then prefer living lives with and in Peaceful Power. And at that point everything shifts. Everything on Earth lightens up.
There is nothing to blame, shame or feel guilty about.
Karma can be weaponized and is on Earth. Punishment is not questioned and you see prisons everywhere. Not only that but you and I can become our own prison where we can get caught in a hamster wheel of self-inflicted guilt and pain that no amount of amends can free us from. When we realize that there are no enemies here we can free ourselves into the arms of Love.
We made agreements to experience the light and the shadows and we forgot that “the other” is us. When we hug “the other” into ourselves we begin to heal. When we can heal the fear that anything is outside ourselves lurking to attack, then we can begin to forgive the pain residue that comes from experiencing life. And that is something we can forgive.
The Rising of Humanity is the promise of Easter. But this is not some fluffy mindfulness trick that can firmly root us in the Divine Realms.
From Jeff Foster:
There’s a comforting myth about healing, isn’t there – that it means “rising above” our vulnerable human hearts.
Spiritual awakening is often seen as some kind of “shedding” of our humanity, a realm of untouchable stillness.
But this story is a lie.
And this is what I’ve discovered, the hard way:
Peace is not the absence of deep feeling.
Strength is not the absence of trembling.
In our rush to “transcend” and “rise”, we silence our anger in the name of kindness, mask our grief with spiritual smiles. We dismiss our fear as an illusion, our wounded hearts as the ego’s noise. And we call it all… love.
We follow gurus who claim to have ended suffering. Lost their egos. Transcended their pain.
“I never get angry”, they say.
“I only have loving thoughts”.
“My ego vanished in March 1964”.
In chasing enlightenment like this, we abandon the messy truth of our own aliveness.
But what we suppress does not disappear. It lodges within us, as trauma, in the ache of our chests, the tension in our shoulders, the restless beat of our hearts. The shadows we deny grow louder and darker.
The pain we avoid festers in the deep.
The body remembers what the mind tries to forget.
True healing is not an escape from this mess of earth and sweat and trembling, but the courage to step into it all.
Not a rising above, but a rooting down:
To touch the fire of grief.
To liberate the roar of anger.
To stand in the trembling truth.
From Sydney Lynn Lok:
From there we can feel the trauma. From there we can begin to understand this ancient, inherited pain. From there we can process and begin to release it and the misplaced shame that comes with it. From there we can purge it as we hug this orphan back into the wholeness of our hearts.
From there we can make amends for the mistakes we made in the throws of humanity’s amnesia.
From there we can begin the authentic process of forgiving ourselves and forgiving others.
Forgiveness was the ultimate teaching of Christ.
I personally believe that this world, this fractured world is not an illusion but if it is just a dream, it still bleeds and in so doing grows in all of us a deep, FEELING knowing that we are not alone in our suffering. And this course we decided on before we were born… to come into the world with amnesia, awaken, then climb out of the trauma of numbness, then feel our way back into Oneness with God, this is the promise of not only returning to Heaven but finding Heaven on Earth.
One way to approach the Holy Instant, which A Course in Miracles suggests is “all of time there is” (T-15.I.9:5), is to find the rhythm of the natural world, which includes your own rhythms – your heart, your lungs, your mind, your psyche. There is a harmony, a coherence, inherent in the world and, when we give attention to it, it summons us into a stillness that is, in a real way, outside of time altogether.
At what pace do the horses move? The moon through the Heavens? What about the wind in the hemlocks? The river out back beyond the pasture? What is the rhythm of sunflowers and apple trees?
How often do you blink? Draw a breath? How often do the chickadees cry their two-note spring song? The bald eagle gliding over the far hills – how long is each slow and graceful loop through the air? Does the eagle know time the way you do? The way a blade of grass does?
When I sit quietly and attend the world in this way, I realize these questions – about rhythm, pace, tempo and time – are really just a form of asking: how long does it take the heart to open up in love for the one I have forsaken? Left unforgiven? Nailed to a cross? Kept from the fire? Banned from the table?
What is the rhythm of the mind recognizing itself in the other and remembering it is the other?
The Wholeness of God, which is His peace, cannot be appreciated except by a whole mind that recognizes the Wholeness of God’s creation . . . Exclusion and separation are synonymous, as are separation and dissociation (T-6.II.1:2-4).
To sincerely and carefully raise these questions – which is also to be open to answers we don’t already know or couldn’t have expected – is radical. By “radical” I don’t mean politically extreme (although, fair warning, Love does not tolerate the status quo – this is a dangerous spiritual practice if our goal is safety and comfort). I mean radical as in deeply rooted, having its origins in the cosmos, in a way that extends beyond the narrow range of the human frame.
These questions – and their answers – place us in opposition to constructions based on human ignorance, which is always blindly devoted to utility, efficiency, profit, et cetera. That’s the nightmare from which we are awakening. We are taught to be doers; we are taught to look at life in terms of means and ends. Don’t just sit there – do something! But if you enter, as I have, an open marriage with chickadees and violets, apple trees and crows, then you realize the instability, the lunacy, of things like weekends, overtime, vacation and credit. You realize there is another way.
The invitation is to discover what time is (or is not) before all that conditioning floods our nervous system and drives us into postures of consumption and conflict, whose fruits are always loneliness, injustice and violence.
It is helpful to ask these questions outdoors. For me it is. I love sitting quietly by the horses and listening to the river at midnight. I love trailing my fingers over luminous ferns on the north side of the house; I love putting out teacups at night so they can fill with moonlight. My heart flows New Englandly through the seasons and my mind – as Sister Emily observed – is wider than the sky, deeper than the sea and vaster than the cosmos.
When I give attention to the natural world, my sense of time as contained by or measured by clocks and calendars – and the brutal world that containment and measurement imposes on us – loses its hold and I begin to relate differently to life. I become happier and more peaceful. Hope is not an ideal but a recognition of what will be because it always has been. Dreams merge with Creation.
Giving attention is a form of prayer. The way we notice the world – from flowers to family, from friends to inner feelings – the way we hold them in awareness, the way we extend them in awareness – reflects our openness to God, Who holds us, and extends us.
This is not an intellectual inquiry! It’s bigger than the words I use to gesture at it. It’s an inquiry that transcends the mind and the body in order to observe – to make welcome, in and through attention – the world they bring forth together, which is the world in which we learn – in which we remember – that there is no separation anywhere.
Therefore, in prayer, simply be curious and, to the maximal extent possible, don’t judge. Notice when you are judging (it’s not a crime against God or nature) and then set the judgement aside. Like the clock which is its parent, judgment gets in the way of effective prayer. True prayer is a way of being vulnerable; it always involves a degree of risk. All true communication does.
Shortly before he died, Thomas Merton spoke about prayer to the community at the Redwoods Monastery in California.
In prayer, we discover what we already have. You start where you are and you deepen what you already have and you realize you are already there. We already have everything, but we don’t know it and we don’t experience it. Everything has been given to us in Christ. All we need is to experience what we already possess.
As I have been saying for the past year or so, “Christ” is not private or personal. It’s not a being, historical or otherwise. Christ is a collective. Christ is what happens when we join and commit to extending our joining to the world, welcoming others without exception. Christ is the condition of service and joy we remember and extend together, a “common state of mind where both give errors gladly to correction, that both may happily be healed as one” (T-22.III.9:7).
Prayer occurs mostly in solitude but it is fundamentally an act of solidarity. You are with me when I pray and – if you are willing – I am with you. Others, too. And our prayer goes with us, it goes in and out of us. It lights up the world and the light transforms us. Suddenly all we want to do is help each other. Catherine of Siena said that “whatever you do in word or deed for the good of your neighbor is a real prayer.” How much clearer could it be?
Part of what I am saying is that as our prayer begins to harmonize – first with our surroundings, then with the contents of our mind, and then with the cosmos, something in us slows down and opens up and this slowness, this openness, makes possible a mode of relationship in which the illusion of separation dissolves, leaving only awareness of Creation which is Creation.
Really really what I am saying is that when we attend these rhythms, we eventually perceive in them the healing presence of God, and then we learn that they are the healing presence of God and – on my honor – once you have sipped from that river, you will never get off your knees again.
And yes. The work of healing goes on. Life goes on. It’s okay. Problems and solutions come and go, empires and religions come and go. Even coming and going comes and goes. But over and above and beyond all that is God, Who is Love, Whose healing presence – here, now – creates us anew again and again and again. If I don’t tell you, how will you remember? And if you don’t remember, how can I?
WE GROW GOD 