Sound the alarm

It is imprinted in my brain that if I see the enemy coming and don’t sound the alarm to warn the others, than I am no better than the enemy.

I receive a lot of messages. It is a very interesting process that starts with what seems to be a thought planted in my head. I always recognize it as something foreign and then I usually write it down along with any other thoughts that immediately follow it. It doesn’t usually make sense right away… but this morning it did.

Usually I have to piece a puzzle together about who the message is for and why, but the crazy thing is – that I always do. I’ve come to really appreciate the situation for what it’s worth and it has been helpful a time or two.

Back to this morning. Barely stepped into the shower and I heard very clearly, “He’s coming.”

God was my first thought, but I immediately knew that that was wrong. My next thought was actually the opposite. “He,” meaning the darkness himself.

My discernment meter told me that this was correct and I tried not to be affected by the message… but I was. I don’t fear much after all I’ve been through and death is not the scariest thing to me. But the thought of him coming made me… uneasy, to say the least.

The rest of the message was about preparing and protecting yourself and the last part, I knew, was personal. It was about closing off the “portal” or “gate” to the other realm – because that’s how he and the rest of the darkness, would enter.

I’ve felt that one of my spiritual “jobs”, if you will, while I’m here is being a gate keeper to a portal that allows movement through dimensions or realms. My spirit does the work of deciding who goes where without me being much the wiser.

However, with the portal needing to be shut, I must now be the wiser.

I also feel that it is my obligation to pass on information and from there – it’s up to the individual who receives it to decide what to do with it. Some of you will hear this message with your subconscious and your spirit will react accordingly.

So consider this the alarm being sounded. Whether this will turn out to be metaphorical, a personal issue or otherwise, I do not know. But I figure it’s better to be safe then sorry.

I am by NO means any sort of prophet. Nor do I claim to be. Nor would I want to be. I am only acting as a ‘messenger’ and I would advise every single person to use their own judgement and discernment when reading my, or anyone else’s, opinions.

I’m not trying to induce a state of widespread panic either.

All I can say is, that I take this as a warning that the darkness is coming worse than usual and that the need for your inner light in this situation is absolute. Please just prepare, protect and shine the light. I figure that’s good advice – regardless of whether anything is coming or not.

Dreams of Rapture

I was standing outside with my daughter Kaya and her step sister. I noticed the beautiful white fluffy clouds and how many of them there were and how they appeared to be sitting perfectly on top of each other.

At the moment I’m not sure where we were but it was an outdoor event and there were a lot of people there.

All of the sudden the sky turned dark and the clouds black and they turned into a liquid, oily substance and started pouring out in mass quantities onto the earth.

People started running and panicking and then we were inside. I grabbed my phone and started trying to call Lee. I needed to touch base with him and make sure he was ok. He didn’t answer and I kept trying. To no evail.

Looking out of the windows I saw that out of the surface of the earth broke through a giant octopus type of creature with huge arms that had suction cups on the bottom of them and they would methodically reach down and pick up individuals by the top of the head and take them with as they rolled across the earth.

It hit me instantaneously that this was the historic even that I had been waiting for. The end times were here and the chosen people were being taken.

I tried to reach Lee one more time but the line was dead now and only had a busy signal.

I realized that I, more than anything, wanted to be grabbed by the suction cup and taken from the future that was now imminent and dark for this planet.

I ran back outside thinking my chances were better if I were more accessible but knew in my heart of hearts that if my name wasn’t already on the elusive list to be saved then it wasn’t going to happen.

I saw 1 in about every 100 people being grabbed up and started getting ready to accept that my fate was one of despair now and that the dark oily liquid pouring out from the skies was just the beginning of the troubles that humans left here would have to endure.

Just when I thought all hope was lost, I saw a massive arm coming down from the sky with such force that when it hit the ground directly in front of me it broke the concrete into pieces.

The suction cup end of the arm was facing downwards so I wasn’t taken up by the top of my head. The end of the arm came to a rounded point and it made a chair like shape.

Over filled with joy and relieved in every way possible, I knew this was my ride out. I walked over and stepped up onto the arm that was perfectly cupped to hold me and closed my eyes.

I immediately felt the sensation of being taken upwards at a rapid speed. A smile of epic proportions spread over my face as I awaited the time when I opened my eyes and saw my beautiful new future with massive purpose as the earth, all of its problems and my past, fell away.

Then I woke up.

I wonder if my dream version of the rapture is anything compared to what might possibly happen or if it truly is metaphorical. Regardless, it was one of the most interesting, vivid and lucid type of dreams that I’ve ever experienced.

I guess time will tell.

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Intent

I was told a story by a Navajo woman who I met at a roadside jewelry stand about a holy man making dream catchers.

She said this man spent most of his days weaving them and also giving counsel to others because he was very wise and possessed much knowledge.

One day, however, he woke in a terrible mood. He decided to ignore his rotten disposition and continued weaving the catchers anyways.

Later in the day one of his people came by to ask for guidance in a situation. The man quickly noticed how irritated and short the holy man was with him and knew that it had nothing to do with him.

After the holy man spoke the man asked if everything was ok. He admitted to waking up in a foul mood and not being able to shake it off throughout the entire day.

The man asked the holy man how many dream catchers he had weaved that day and he said “Many.” The man said to the holy man, “Well that’s a shame, isn’t it?”

The holy man knew at that moment what needed to be done. He knew he would have to take the time to undo every single dream catcher that he had spent hours making that day and leave them for a day when he felt better.

The moral of the story is that you put your intent into everything that you do. The holy man recognized this and knew that he could not, with good conscience, send out these dream catchers that he had made while he was angry. He knew that it would take away the magic and the goodness from them and that he should wait until he could make them with pure, good intent instead.

So I ask myself, what kind of intent do I carry with me today?

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Into the light

When I listen to Kryon channeling through YouTube sometimes I see a video that looks semi-interesting or calls to me in some way and I click on it. There’s always something useful, no matter how obscure the topic may seem.

Yesterday I saw one that grabbed my attention. It was regarding the pleadians and the light – and those 2 things ring true inside of me on some level, so I gave it a listen. To attempt to summarize the message… it stated that in approximately 1 months time that there will be a light beam that in the “twinkle of an eye” will open a door for all star seeds who are ready to ascend and speed up our acceleration process into the 5th dimension.

The basics were that you should prepare yourself by truly loving yourself and to not really worry about things of this earthly plane, as they are mostly just trying to distract you from your mission.

It also stated that the number of people ascending was approximately half of the current population, and that those left behind who weren’t ready would be left with quite the trials and tribulations. Ultimately, in due time, everyone would have to make the ascension jump as well.

Take one, leave one. That’s what I kept thinking. And what about my dogs? They’re coming, right?

I realized a few things – first, that most things I hear about are metaphorical. Second, if this was an actual thing and I was presented with a door to the light, I would more than likely walk through it without question at this point… wouldn’t I?

Take one, leave one… so is Lee coming? Are only half of my children going to be there? What about my grandkids?

This brought up a significant conversation topic with both my oldest daughter and Lee. Separate conversations, but both were significant and lead me to question more.

If this would be God asking, and I believe it would be, how could I say no? Except that the part of me that is so human and wants to romanticize it all like a movie says that I should stay and help the others ascend. Meaning, I would have just denied Gods calling and the opportunity and the job that I was awakened for in the first place.

Mind blowing. Again, whether this is a real, true thing or not it certainly made for some good conversation and definitely made me think pretty hard about this “purpose” I continue to search for and what it really entails.

Questions of the day: If, hypothetically, the door of light opened in front of you, would you be willing to walk through it without question or looking back? Would you be ready to drop everything and walk through blindly? Could you go whether you knew your loved ones would be there or not?

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Wild Horses

I’m attending “Kryon, Monument Valley Tour” with my Lee (the man who channels Kryon is also named Lee, but that’s not the one I’m referencing today) and about 80 other humans this week.

I’m spending as little time on my “control device” as possible while here but I’m continuing to check in with my oldest daughter, Alisha, who helps me post these blogs as well as handles my Twitter and helps me with my Instagram. Technology has outgrown me and I flail to keep up, so thank goodness for her!

I am planning on writing a brief synopsis of my time here when it’s over and when we return to my comfort zone, which is our home. It is then that I will try to explain why sitting on a hill top, with people who are strangers to me, listening to a man channel about a beautiful, compassionate future – brought me to tears. It moved me so profoundly and brought absolute chills of resonation… but that is a story for another day.

This brief check in was inspired by what I’ve seen several times as we’ve traveled throughout these ancient lands of the indigenous people: wild horses.

When my Lee first pointed them out as we drove down the road towards Monument Valley, my initial thought was “There’s no way that there are still wild horses out here.” Surely someone would have captured them, attempted to “train” them and contained them by now.

As I looked closer I saw that their wild and raggedy manes were clearly unkempt, but I also saw the freedom and determination to be free in their eyes and in their movements. They traveled in a group of 3 or 4 but were seemingly a “pack” and they inherently knew that there is safety and solace in numbers, even if they are small numbers. They had the aura of never being made to do anything that wasn’t natural or that they weren’t born with the instincts to do.

I was so grateful to know that these creatures still existed and that they were wild, free and allowed to live the existence of their choosing.

I’m grateful people stand back and look at them in awe instead of trying to change them and force them to live in a way that suits humans and not necessarily the horses.

What an incredibly, intense and perfect metaphor or symbolism for how I was feeling traveling with some of my “pack” the last couple of days.

While none of us are raggedy and unkempt and we have been made to conform to human standards to varying degrees, at some point we awakened to the call from spirit to break free.

People have always had free will and can and do choose to live any way that suits them best. You can choose to live contained, be trained and to conform.

As for me, I’ll continue to choose to run with the wild horses.

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If you are interested in learning more about Kryon, (Lee Carroll), you can look up his channelings and teachings on YouTube and Amazon. Here are a few books you can get from him that offer his teachings as well!

It is Time

Red and metallic lighthouse with light beam at sunset with clouds

It is hard not to react when things feel or are personal, especially if I feel that great injustices are being committed against humanity. Even though I have become way more spiritual and compassionate than I used to be, I am still human.

I do know this though – Everything that is happening right now on this planet – and I do mean everything – has a divine purpose and reason for being the way that it is. I have to continue to remind myself of this and to not allow my emotions, opinions or any irritants to get to me. This is honestly the culmination of everything that I have come to believe over this last year of my crash course awakening process. There is an obvious divide and some major shifts that are occurring, and I believe with all of my heart that whatever the outcome of these events may be – everything is exactly how it should be.

It is time for me to stop reacting. Not to stop caring – but reacting. The obvious result of someone having and speaking their opinion is adversity. People, in general, are obstinate as it is, and I, myself, am no exception.

Sometimes I feel in my heart what I believe to be “right”, but that comes from the part of me that I am working on the most right now to be rid of – my ego. Honestly, I do not believe that one person has the “right” answer… there is only what happens and what does not happen, and even that is a matter of perception.

What I do know to be true is that I have a job here on this planet and that is not to think of solutions to problems and argue with others on how to handle things. No. It is to be and hold the light of the world within myself and stand with others doing the same, and in doing so we will influence the earth and its inhabitants to move in the direction of peace, compassion, change and repair. I’m not saying there won’t be bumps in the road, because I can foresee many, but the ultimate goal will be achieved.

So, instead of watching the news and getting caught up in all of the drama and propaganda, even if we know people directly affected by it… Instead of being ever so frustrated about all of the old, negative energy that is being spewed, and fires that are being ignited – I must stay steadfast at my post and do my job. The most important job in the world right now. There are millions across the world that have signed on for this position – and that is holding the light.

It is time.

***Photo credit and article on light workers: https://www.awakeningpeople.com/20-signs-that-you-are-a-lightworker.html