I woke up the morning of March 22, 2023, excited about this epic opening, but not really knowing what to expect in Minot, ND at 2:00 p.m. I made sure I got out for my daily walk to help keep myself open and my energies clear and flowing. My husband was working so I had the house all to myself and our cats. I can't recall what I ate or drank so it couldn't have mattered.
Nor did I perform any rituals or meditations or surround myself with "magical" junk--they're just not my thing. They've always felt like impractical, time-wasting, superstitious distractions to me. Pretty much all of my ah-ha!s have come to me when I'm NOT trying to be or do spiritual. I'm usually just walking or napping or out in nature or doing something in or around water.
I grabbed my throw, pulled up the Heavens' Cross live webcast, and got comfy on the couch as Adamus St-Germain talked us through the exit, along the pathway we created, of the Crimson Council and all those on the other side of the Veil who had worked with us through the ages. Gratitude and honor flowed both ways. Our combined work was finished--we'd pierced an opening through the Veil, that mental mind trap that had kept us boxed off from our Divine facets or souls, and from our alternative lifetimes. That boundary that kept humanity encased in the belief that we were each and all insignificant little human beings just trying to survive had been opened permanently.
Was I a realm worker?
I just heard a familiar tone in my ear--one that's been faintly in the background for quite awhile--as I'm sitting here trying to recall what else was said. It's a specific sweet, high tone--my tone--in my right ear, with an accompanying expansiveness within that's difficult to describe, that came in as my awareness traversed through the Veil.
I pretty much just let myself go--probably even fell asleep, or half so, but there was the point when Adamus addressed all the Realm Workers--humans who were embodied here on the planet, but who had basically been out-of-body these last few months, helping those on the Divine side to prepare the path through the Veil that would open up for all of humanity on this day, the Apocalypse.
When Adamus told all the realm workers that their work was finished and that they could now return to their bodies fully, I felt a th-whoomp back into myself. Now I'm pretty certain I was one of those realm worker people, but I did waffle with some doubt these last couple months.
When I first heard about the realm workers from reading Geoffrey Hoppe's article in the February 2023 edition of the online Shaumbra Magazine, their obscure and remote lives felt like a fit for me. I knew I definitely was a dreamwalker, yet, off and on, I'd find myself questioning whether or not I was truly one of those preparing the pathway.
However, I've always been passionate in my view that EVERYONE had the Christ within and that EVERYONE would NATURALLY have their own unique realization/enlightenment without needing the guidance or input of any other individual or group or congregation outside of oneself. It's just nice to know you're not alone....It's nice to know you're not crazy....And....all of that feels like something important to consider when building a pathway familiar and practical enough for all humans to use....
Usually when dreamwalking, I can't function until I lie down and let go. I nap solidly, unmoving, for a couple hours during the day and it generally takes some time to re-embody afterwards. In the past, I never could remember where I'd been or even whom I was with, but within a few days, I'd discover someone I knew who had passed away.
But as a general rule in these past several months, I hadn't been feeling like taking a nap. Instead, I've been going to bed earlier than normal, and I was dreaming most of the night and actually remembering some of them. However, I was still getting up every two or three hours until morning, as has been my sleeping habit for many years.
Bump-and-Fills
In the February Shoud, Adamus gave a bit more information about the realm workers. He'd said they'd probably traverse the path through the Veil sometime in the weeks and days prior to the Apocalypse. He also told all Shaumbra that sometime around the opening of the Veil on the 22nd of March to expect a "Bump-and-Fill."
A bump-and-fill is a means of causing a person to experience a momentary shock--through what appears to be an accident like tripping and falling or running into a wall--in order to bypass the mental cage that is the human mind. The shock shuts the mind off long enough to get a spiritual download from your higher self.
Intuitively, since the first snow last fall, I've been getting thoughtful inner nudges to be extra careful when walking on ice or when out shoveling alone in the backyard where no one would know I was out there were I to fall and knock myself out in the cold. I knew better than to make it much of a story--I knew I'd be okay, no matter how or if it transpired--but it was looping through, nonetheless.
Then on February 19th, while out walking the soccer park path with my husband, and prior to Adamus' heads-up, I actually did slip and fall on the ice. In less than a second, I was flat on my back, legs in the air like a turtle, and feeling the back of my head th-wump on the icy pavement. It was cushioned by my headband and hood. Shocked the hell right out of me, and hopefully, let some good stuff in. I took a moment to feel into myself for any hurts--there were none--collected my wits, laughingly got up and continued our laps, chuckling every time we passed my biffed-it spot. In hindsight, I'm thinking that was my bump-and-fill. Easy-peasy compared to the ones I've experienced in the past--I usually ended up with a bruise or two to commemorate it.
Bleed-throughs
The opening of the Veil allows us access to all our other lifetimes and realms of being. Adamus also informed us that we might experience bleed-throughs of other lifetime expressions as they basically intersected with this realm or lifetime.
Even knowing this was a possibility, I was still caught off-guard one night when in the wee hours of the morning, yet very dark out, I awoke to hearing someone singing "Amazing Grace" and talking about I don't remember what as they walked through our house. It spooked me. I could hear them loud and clear, and I squished myself up a little closer to my deeply slumbering husband. No way in hell, was I going to get up and investigate. They eventually quieted, but it wasn't until the next morning, in the light of day, that I realized I'd actually experienced one of those bleed-throughs. I had a laugh at myself for being so frightened, and wished I'd gotten up and looked into it more, but in all fairness, I'd come to the whole experience out of a deep sleep.
I've experienced that type of phenomena from time to time throughout the years--and it's never been a comfortable experience. I'm trusting I'll finally get accustomed to them.
Kuthumi: "You don't have issues!"
It was the latter part of 2004 or 2005 that Geoffrey Hoppe channeled a shoud featuring ascended master, Kuthumi Lal Singh. I love Kuthumi! He is so light-hearted, humorous and fun--in his own way (not to offend any other ascended masters whom I hold in beloved regard).
Anyway, Kuthumi comes in with the simple and straightforward message, "You don't have any issues." Of course, even though it made blatant sense to me even at that time, I still seemed to haul some around....and....add some more as time traipsed on....
So, for physical issues--I still sport the ones I was dealing with and releasing to my soul in the months leading up to Heavens' Cross. I still see a human that's not as attractive as she used to be, though I do feel physically better than I have in a long time. She's gotten older looking--gray hairs, fuller face, saggier flesh, lighter lashes and brows, and that damn old scar on her cheek that's been bugging her since 2007. There's still a twist in her spine.
I still experience the cold and hot, sweaty flashes that Adamus mentioned back in the Releasing Ancestral Biology course that I took part in back in 2015. Yeah--it's been that many years of it. Several months prior to those, I went through that joyful thing called menopause (which, for me, lasted only a few months, at the most). That was nothing compared to the burning off of the ancestral biology, though it has gotten more bearable. There was a time, in the beginning where they almost drove me crazy, they were so frequent and intense. I'd be just freezingly miserable one moment, and then so hot and drenched the next I couldn't stand bed covers or clothing touching the length of my spine.
In 2020, I had some colored flashes of light in my peripherals that ended up being floaters in my eyes that have plagued me ever since. I have great vision, but I am quite sensitive to lighting and smart phone screens these days, to the point where my eyes get so blurry and out-of-focus I either need to get outside to get it to clear up, or close my eyes and just sleep.
I stretch a little each morning and walk and eat pretty well....and....I'm SO READY for that Light Body to emerge in fullness....
Both my brother, Steve, and I tried pushing the envelope in attempts to manifest the more fitting body and joyfully-abundant reality potential that we just KNEW should be possible, but evidently we were still trying to do it all from fighting with old beliefs from within our human minds. We basically were still enmeshed in playing with powering our human selves through some really tougher-than-it-had-to-be things. The human's role is simply to experience--not force an agenda.
Kuthumi stayed on Earth as an embodied master for 20 or more years after his realization, but he chose to leave because the mental aspect of human mass consciousness was getting so dense, even for him. So, I can only imagine the density of what we've been dealing with these many decades later.
Feeling like a hollowed out pumpkin with a few slippery, stray seeds (wounded aspects) buried a bit more deeply into the flesh than others.
Of all the old belief systems, I've long recognized that the one we call Family is probably one of the most difficult ones for me to maintain a clarity within. And that I've given my family members and those I feel closest to the greatest power to hurt me more deeply than anyone else. I'm also pretty sure they are all unaware I gave them that capability.
I've been releasing, releasing, releasing unto my soul like crazy leading right up to, and through, the Apocalypse....and....it seems there were some wounded aspects my human facet squirreled away a bit deeper than the rest. The Apocalypse seemed to unleash the whiny little bastards. The old injuries called up often happened when we were among other people, or it hurt too much to deal with it in the moment it happened. Plus, there was the shock one feels when people who I thought loved and appreciated me did things and said things to me that I wouldn't dream of doing--at least not at this point in my much-opened consciousness.
I also have a tendency to tell myself to put on my big-girl panties and just let it go, because I do know we humans do awful things to each other based on our own insecurities surrounding self-worth. I knew my perpetrator was an asleep-in-the-hypnosis and cruel idiot lashing out at me in those moments, but the human part of me hurt even so. So, evidently, I stuffed it away until the great opening out of the Little Human box.
And....I probably hung onto those hurts a bit longer so I could have my own very sensual last hurrah of playing the role of victim. With all the letting go of everything, including this identity I built up this lifetime, a person gets all hollowed out to your core--all those slimy seeds and entangling membranes--just gone! While it feels good on one hand, on the other, it leaves a huge void, which the little human wants to fill up....only it doesn't know how to other than to bring up the past. What better way to help myself feel alive and pass a bit of time than to get angry over stuff that I knew I wasn't going to hang onto for long.
It's either that, or I was so busy out working in the other realms that it got shoved in a closet until I got fully re-embodied on the Apocalypse. Most likely, it was all of the above.
Savoring my last hurrah with old belief system Suggestions after the Big Reveal
These last couple of weeks after the fact, I have had moments, days even, of feeling totally pissed at the old world. Asleep and pushy people, politics, governments, news, social media, religions, businesses, educational, health. insurance, and financial institutions: I've just had it with all their ensuing B.S. I've felt so suffocated and inundated by their insane practices and policies focused on power and control of the masses. And I've lost all tolerance for the people who want to keep playing in those power games-- for both the perpetrators and those who continue to act like "poor me" victims.
These human institutions and traditions that are supposed to be so rational and logical and safe have no common sense, practicality, or even decency. There's a lot of crap going on, and while I know to stand behind the short wall and not get involved or invested in any of it--well, it's so damned dense in mass consciousness, it's easy to find myself popping in and playing with it out of old habit and, let's admit it--boredom. So I got my anger on like the great drama queen I can be, said "Fuck" a few several satisfying times, took a breath, and laughed at myself as I finally let it go. It really is pretty funny that I can get so riled up yet, knowing what I know and feel within....
I know I've been choosing to dabble in it all one last time--savor it, knowing it is truly disappearing. With the influx of all this divine energy from Heavens' Cross, I know my own energy supports me playing out the victim even more so if that's where I choose to dwell, so, it feels like I've had my fill and gotten stuff out of my system....and....I'm feeling ready to stay out of my own way....
RELAXING and ALLOWING myself to just be....
Anyway, it's all just a conglomeration of SUGGESTIONS that I can choose from as to whether or not I make each one my truth and manifest it into an experience....
I've realized I'm not too worried about anything really. It's spring here. I'm digging around in the dirt, enjoying the melting and the sunshine, and being out with my cats and husband when he's around. I'm still enjoying staying home for the most part and not dealing with large crowds or traveling. And yet, I feel open to a grand change--allowing the totally new.
Even moving feels like a great sooner-than-later possibility, one that I trust won't be as frustrating and difficult as those of my past. I'm open to having more than one easy-maintenance home scattered throughout the lands of this grand Earth, and to always have a safe and fun space for my pets to be with me no matter where I am....
Regardless of the details of the day, I continue to start and end each one glad to be here watching it all unfold--and, yes, sometimes wondering if anything is happening. Some days I'm a little more impatient than others. Yet when I feel into myself, I KNOW something magnificent is happening....It's just that it's starting deep within, and that it has to take some time emerging so I don't short-circuit myself out of a body and mind....
Welcome, Apocalypse! We got 'er done!
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