It's only been 14 days since the Great Reveal--the slight opening through the Veil of Forgetting. It's the piercing of that mental fog of a limiting balloon that's kept most of humanity feeling and believing it was just a little human puppet on someone else's string. A little insignificant Human just trying to survive in a sometimes cruel and daunting world. Yet, this crack is one of the most significant events ever in the history of the evolution of human consciousness, as it allows every single human access to his/her true, whole self.
We can now sense our own soul, our own Divinity, our master-self (our wisdom)--even our other lifetimes--right here within us with greater ease and grace. These other facets of oneself have always been here--we just couldn't perceive them all the time because our minds were keeping us preoccupied with our outer world (the sexual energy virus). I guess you could call it The Grand Distraction.
The Grand Distraction was never a conspiracy--we all signed up for the experience in the hope that by limiting our perception of oneself in a time-space-gravity environment, and by lowering our vibration enough to stay in a physical body in which to experience one's own creations, we'd understand more clearly who we were and how our energies served us. It was a means of answering those three questions: "Who am I?" and "How did I get what I got?" and "How do I get what I want?"
Leading up to March 22, 2023--The Apocalypse
It was recommended by Adamus St-Germain that those of us aware of this apocalypse journal about our personal experience of it. So here goes....
In the months leading up to it I was focused on self-care and releasing baggage to my soul without processing or analyzing the crap out of it. I was literally cleaning house on all levels and letting my identity go....
Even prior to knowing about the Apocalypse, intuitively, it made sense for me to start making lighter-feeling foods and to cut back on the amount of meat we ate just because I'd feel more of an acid-reflux if I had too much of it. I eat a lot of baked potatoes with butter, sour cream, Himalayan salt and fresh-ground pepper. I still consume butter and I bake homemade-from-scratch sweets, but I lean towards desserts that have a lot of oatmeal and whole-grains and fruit--and still taste yummy. Otherwise, why eat it at all if it doesn't taste good? Quite awhile ago I started using organic cane sugars, rather than the highly processed stuff because it actually tastes better. I eat an apple a day or a couple prunes and I go through a lot of fresh fruit, vegetables, mushrooms, brown rice and beans. We still often have our weekly DQ meal just because we enjoy it. I like French fries yet.
I know that eventually, when my light body (or free-energy body) fully settles in that what, when, how, or if I eat will no longer be an issue. I had tried to allow myself to eat whatever and however in the past, but I recognize now that I was trying to do it through my human facet--a part of me that was inundated with suggestions about the "right" way and things to eat. I was constantly inwardly mentally battling with outer-world ideas of what was true--that mental stuff is just so damn dense. I'd just feel clear and set in allowing myself to consume whatever without a story, and, sure enough, someone would pop in who had certain diet restrictions they were playing with. And off I'd go on an internal mental fight loop.
When Adamus reminded us, "Release it all, everything--without having to pinpoint or specify what it is--to your soul...." it made it all so much easier....I just let the dam that is me open up and let it ALL flow out and go away....I quit thinking and dinking around with it.
Walking outside has always been my safe and sacred time with myself, and last fall I'd decided I was going to walk daily--or at least get outside even if it meant shoveling snow. My husband joins me when he can, but we can walk with or without talking, too, and I'm grateful for that. We've discussed how easy it is to walk nowadays. We no longer get winded, and it's such a sense of joy at having gotten out and interacted with nature. The energies and stories just release and flow with each step....
I also had no desire to go out among a lot of people--not even to eat out or dance. Definitely didn't care to travel. Nor to be around a lot of family gatherings. Plus, I found myself opting out of playing in family illnesses or dramas or traumas. Those stories still go on....and....I recognize and honor each person their chosen creations to experience. I no longer feel a sense of obligation or responsibility in playing it out with them just because I'd once been programmed to think I should. I know they are divine souls having a human experience....and that we are all okay, no matter what....
March 15th was the one-year anniversary of the suicide of my nephew, and I confess to feelings of anxiety leading up to it. This past year I've let my brother know that I fully support him and that I'm proud of him for choosing to take care of himself through probably one of the worst experiences of a parent. I know not to preach anything at him--he's going to navigate this dark night of the soul his own way, appropriately so. All I can do is ask him to keep himself open to something more than the way this type of story would have played out in the past--that's all I could do for myself. Stay open with hope.
Ultimately, I realized that this was an experience he personally chose to have--not from the human level, of course, but from the soul level, and my job was to not meddle. No sane human would choose this. From the broader perspective of the soul/our divinity, his higher self chose to have his human facet--the Experiencer--act out the story of losing a loved one to suicide, as did I. But it's up to each of us sovereign individuals as to how we go through it.
I released it to my soul....and....knowing about the Apocalypse helped me, even though I don't really know what to expect. Except that I do know that none of my loved ones who have crossed over to the other side are truly dead....each one is an eternal soul who just left a temporary earthly human costume behind.
Tommy Hicks' Vision
Tommy Hicks Vision (July 25, 1961) has stayed with me, even though it was interpreted from a religious point of view, parts of which don't fit with my perspective, like a wrathful god or the only "son of god" named Lord Jesus. I see it having been interpreted the best humans knew within the confines of the consciousness of the times.
The "End of Times" to me, refers to the end of an era of limited conscious awareness--not the end of humanity or the planet. What has truly felt fitting is that people of all walks of life became enlightened. The Christ Light was a potential within every single human--but just not embraced by everyone all at once. Some wanted to continue basically playing in the old power game illusion, which is exactly what is happening currently in my world. Suddenly the awakened people, embodied masters, had light bodies that could appear and disappear all over the world. And, yes, there would be chaos around the world, but not because there was a wrathful god at the helm--but because it was time for humans to wake up to who they truly were. A bit of shaking things up helps with that.
The gigantic human in the vision (representing all of humanity) has constantly been flowing through my thoughts since I heard of Heavens' Cross, or the Apocalypse. This giant finally stands up with its arms raised, pierces through the clouds and into the heavens (finally connects with its own divinity/soul and alternative realms), as all the parasites (sexual energy virus) and debris (wounds, scars, guilt, shame, suffering) that had been clinging to it and holding it down fell away.
That's pretty much how it see it for myself. The little suckers and all the crappy baggage I took on have played their part and now they're done....or I'm done with making them an issue for myself to mess around with....
Realm Workers, Embodied Workers, and Other Side of the Veil Workers
Every bridge needs support and balance at each end and in the middle....
In the February, 2023 issue of the Shaumbra Magazine, Geoffrey Hoppe brought up and explained the concept of realm workers, and in the following Crimson Circle Shoud that same month, Adamus addressed it further. I got a bit of an ah-hah as I read through the description--the rather obscure, solitary, quiet life of those who spent most of their time dreamwalking in other realms while incarnate here on earth seemed to fit me.
I've resonated with being a dreamwalker ever since my experience with the crossing over--"death"--of my dad. And, let's face it, very few readers find this blog that I've been writing since August of 2009. Ha! I don't know how many times I've been ready to just delete the whole works, yet I find myself back here putzing away, throwing things out into the world of the Internet, exposing myself and my many human foibles. I don't get things right all the time--imagine that.
It's my understanding that the realm workers basically worked in just the last several months to create a path through the opening in the Veil--Heavens' Cross--by making it as familiar as possible to humans who traversed it on the Apocalypse, and after, into their alternate realms, and to encourage them to return to their bodies on earth bearing the gifts they retrieved from those realms they had difficulty accessing and bringing things back from before.
I also had a sense that my brother, Steve, who had crossed over in 2016 was one of those on the other side doing their part to balance the shift and assist with the pathway creation, as well. I've always felt that there is no hierarchy of roles in what we are all doing here--those who come last and in-between are as critical to maintaining the grace and balance and ease of the shift of the whole as those who go first. No part is greater than another--even those who are deep asleep in the hypnosis and enjoying playing in the power games yet are helping to hold a balance so we don't spring completely out of physicality.
Plus, there are those who stayed embodied here, some who were in the limelight more than others, but who, altogether, definitely helped me to maintain a more graceful life, helped me actually stay alive: My utmost thanks to Geoff and Linda Hoppe and the Crimson Circle staff and Shaumbra who put up with so much crap through the years from deep asleep humans' criticism and ridicule and rejection--and yet, you stayed true to your passion and delivered the messages of Ascended Masters Adamus St-Germain, Tobias, and Kuthumi with a clarity that calmed me and inspired me in my own path, and maintained my hope in bringing about that something more I just KNEW was possible....We all did it!!!
There were other embodied workers whose messages encouraged me as well: Paul Solomon, Edgar Cayce, Kryon (channeled by Lee Carroll), Steve and Barbara Rother and the Group, Ronna Herman and Archangel Michael, Neale Donald Walsh, Gary Zukov, Caroline Meiss, Betty J. Eadie. That's just to name a few that spring to mind in the moment.
There is an epic masterpiece of a film documentary that was released for free to the world on March 22, 2023, on YouTube entitled, "Rude Awakening." I encourage you to watch it several times because, as in life, there are so many layers to our experiences, especially so when awakening to who you truly are. Here is the link to the free version: https://www.rudeawakening-film.com/
There is also an extended version with more interviews that is well-worth the nominal fee.
I am that I am....Thou shalt have no idols before me....
Ultimately, though, I have my soul, my human facet, and my master-self (wisdom gained) to thank for everything. This has been quite the lifetime of experience getting to this point and I can't wait to experience how it all unfolds after the Apocalypse....Some days it feels like it's taking its own sweet time, and others, I'm good with it....and....I'll leave all that comes next for another post....
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