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Keeping It Real

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Every time you want to

grow God in the world,

reveal your real FACE.

Every time you let the mask slip,

your face

squints

from the Sun

reflecting back to you

your undiluted FACE.

When I was a kid in the 50’s and 60’s, the Sun looked and felt way more yellowish in texture. Our amnesia was just beginning to merge with our awakening. This Sun now looks and feels way more white, love undiluted in texture as I rub my fingers across its FACE.

It hurts now as this Sun reflects my FACE, magnifying it, burning off my anger, my rage, my shame. I always thought I was a black cinder lying on a white carpet becoming blacker and blacker from the harsh contrast.

No, I’m not a black cinder.

I’m not a white carpet.

I’m the loosely woven,

lit from within tsunami of orbs

stitched together and bubbling up

to dance on the Surface of Source.

The Solar Flare of 11/11/25

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We could freak out now.

We could fry ourselves as ancient DNA resurface

or we can choose to sink and root into the cool core

of Earth Mother while the molten landscape on the surface

reshapes and cools into new forms.

Our Sun is a reflection of each of us turning inside out,

re-claiming our Power and pulsing it outwards creating Life.

The Solar Flare of 11/11/25 is emerging from our Soular Plexus.

Timelines are converging into the NOW MOMENT.

Fear becomes obsolete because there is no future to fear.

We stand at the entryway to Source’s Grand Surprise Party

where nothing can be assumed, foreseen or predicted.

Be prepared only to be delightfully surprised.

We Upload Light into the World

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We are the Light.

Letting it in would be redundant.

The Light above and around you,

in the suns and the stars,

is it but erupting reflections of our Light?

Do we ignite the suns and the stars

from the Light simmering within us?

We are the generators.

Our genes are the true stars that generate Light.

And God is the subatomic Source Heart within,

shining light upon the shadowy path we walk with courage.

We infuse Source Heart into Creation with our Light.

The newborn’s soft spot closes for a reason.

There is no Light outside of ourselves to download.

We upload Light into the world.

We upload Wisdom into the world.

We upload Spirit into the World.

We upload Love into the World.

Unknowable?

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My Aunt passed over in early June of 2025 at the advanced age of 91. She had attended Wellesley College as she had been accepted because of an exceptionally high I.Q. She was enthralled with Math and the Sciences. She was also raised in a staunchly Presbyterian household in Arkansas during the 1930’s from which the South was still firmly entrenched in racial turmoil. Add to that a beloved father who was also a physician who died early from a massive heart attack when she was ten years old and as he was convulsing in his bed she laid in hers frantically and fervently praying to God that his life might be spared and when it wasn’t…

the doubt crept in regarding her faith and stayed.

And yet most of her life she attended her Presbyterian Church and tried to mend the tear in her psyche between Science and Spirit. Her Church began to let her down as her acutely attuned mind asked question after question. As a math teacher and also a woman in the highly misogynistic South her questions as sharp and precise as mathematic equations would break through the swamp of the South’s religious rhetoric. She started to stretch…stretch like gum on a hot, humid pavement on a scorching summer’s day. An avid reader, she started to read more than just the Bible. Fifteen years ago she visited me in Colorado which she called God’s Country. She stared in awe at the Spanish Peaks (also known as Wahatoya, Huahatolla.) She introduced me to Richard Rohr, the Christian Mystic and began exploring other religions. A year before she passed over into Spirit, she started to read about the Baha’i Faith, a relatively new religion emphasizing the unity of humanity and all religions. Her quest to unite Spirit and Science evolved into uniting all of us into the Oneness of All That Is.

The Baha’i Faith states that “God” is the “unknowable essence”.

So, I will now take over where she left off in her video to her family made a year before she passed over where her eyes widened into huge saucers as she spoke the words, God is the “unknowable essence”.

God is knowable.

The mind of God is limited.  Mind is 3rd/4th dimensional.  It expands into a higher mind that clarifies the sciences but is still limited. The Heart unifies Science and Spirit. The Heart of God is unlimited. This Heart is accessed through feeling, an often times denigrated spiritual sense on this Earth Plane. It is the sense the Soul develops and values above all others while incarnated in the physical universe and it is this sense that grows God through experience. Feeling is the sense that grows the Heart of God of which we all are a part.

“If God is the Heart, then WE are the Heartbeat.” ~Yendys, my Oversoul~

This Heart is felt knowledge and is knowable. Feeling is the moving, dancing part of the Heart. This is God. This is Us. And WE are truly knowable.  

Through FEELING.  Feeling through things.  Sinking into the fabric and threads of physical reality, riding the electron as it streaks back to join the nucleus of Creation.  And as you join with Creation you are with the Creator.

Love is not a thought. It is a pulse. And a pulse can only be felt.

Through feeling we can know. Feeling is a spiritual instrument so refined that all it really ever needs to be nourished is for you to question everything.

Your intuitive feeling can lead you to a compassionate form of telepathy where words will always fall far short.  With this form I call Heartipathy we can connect to The Heart which is the Source of Everything.

In the last five or so years of her life, my dear Aunt Liz found a progressive Presbyterian Church which embraced the Heart of Love, supportive and affirming of all peoples and life in the city of San Leandro, CA.  She still had questions. And the tendrils of her Soul reached out to question and examine even as she took her last breath.

As a child I looked up at God shining through her face and asked, “What is God?”  And she smiled oh so softly which I felt so keenly as it felt like rose petals dropping down on the clean slate of my face, she said:

God is Love

and I felt it.

Hold the Field

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By Zachary Fisher

It feels like humanity is crowning.

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.

Hold the field.

It’s happening. ZF 🔥