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

 

Part of the Collective

My subconscious “woke up” last year and some things are massively more significant to me now that I’m “plugged in” to the collective of souls. It’s incredible how information has been seemingly “downloaded” to me. For instance – magnets are now significant – and I don’t completely understand why.

Colors and numbers are also extremely significant now. I love seeing 11:11 and even 3:33. People’s auras are incredibly visible to me and I can also see and feel energies around them of what I believe to be people that are no longer there.

Streets that I grew up on and that I live on now seem more significant and I’ve only recently noticed. Right now I live on Temple drive which is hugely significant as to where I’m at with my spirituality. I’ve lived on 100 east several times. I lived on 5th Ave and M street (the number 5 and letter M being highly significant to me now) at a turning point in my life as well as Carr Fork Road when my life took its most interesting turn. I’ve lived on Borax and Brass drive when I was put through the ringer and the basis of my life was being forged.

I started using things like baking soda rubbing alcohol, dawn dish soap and lemon to clean and fix everything when prior I would have just used chemical cleaning agents and not thought twice.

I started drinking tea daily when I’ve never drank tea in my life. I started praying and meditating and saying names of lost loved ones out loud to acknowledge their presence around me.

I have incorporated spices like turmeric, ginger, cayenne pepper, cinnamon and things like lemon and honey into my every day life and for almost every remedy.

I use words like “manifestations”, “energy” and “benevolent” when I never used to.

I’ve had out of body experiences where I believe I was with others as they crossed over. I knew the details of their deaths at the moment it happened without any way of me knowing it was happening.

Death has taken on a whole new meaning for me and there is no fear of it anymore. I see it as a next chapter and something that I think will be depicted differently and as a part of life – in the future.

I have forethought about things that happen in the world such as earthquakes and fires and I feel emotions and feelings that are not seemingly my own.

I started caring about the planet on a level that I never have before and things like plastic water bottles became an issue in my mind that I can no longer contribute to.

I’ve known things about people without them telling me out loud and I have massive intuition and premonition.

I’ve been able to see a different perspective on things that used to be very clear cut or black and white. I absolutely disagree with war and killing for any reason and have a new found compassion and respect for all of humanity as well as creatures of the earth. I feel a deep connection that I never realized before.

Politics and government make me very uneasy but I can see a way brighter future coming sooner than you think.

I can see that the generations to come will rebuild politics and they will use compassion to solve the world’s problems and also heal the earth. They will completely redesign every facet of their lives to be better in tuned with their creator, with each other and with the earth.

I’ve been able to kick old habits that no longer served me as well as get my personal life into better balance than it’s ever been before. I am beyond grateful for being here at this time and for everything in my life – even the hard times.

I see social media as a blessing and a curse and I am aware that “control” is a factor in all of technology.

I have been able to let go of fear. Monsters, demons and the darkness lost their ability to scare and control me when I realized that I am more powerful than they are and that if I live and vibrate at a higher energy level than they can’t get near me. So now here I sit in the dark no longer afraid – because I realizedĀ  – that I AM the light.

All of these things have come into my mind within the last year and I see that they have come to so many other people as well and I just don’t believe in coincidences anymore. But I do believe in synchronicity and my life is abundant in that, and so many other things.

A lot has changed. Everything has changed. And I thank God for that every single day.

 

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Dear Wendy, it’s me… GOD (Part 2)

I wouldn’t say that I awoke WOKE… but something was definitely different. We went into the casino and we all started winning. I won the highest prize on a quarter machine, I, and everyone around me, won bingo several times and I even won Keno. 6 out of 7 numbers right and I wasn’t even paying attention. So much so that the Keno lady chased us down leaving the casino to tell us we had won.

You can say coincidence but I feel something in me and around me was extremely charged up and affecting everything down to the machines around me. On the ride home I had so many epiphanies and mind changing thoughts about life and love and spirit but it was coming at me so deep and heavy that I almost couldn’t keep up. I remember asking Lee that if I ever got lost in a really dark dimension, if he would be willing to come and find me. He said he would and I have held him to that promise to this day.

When we got home before I entered the house I was truly hopeful that something had changed and that I would feel different and be able to cope with whatever came at me. Wrong!! I took 2 steps in and immediately was “attacked” by something that demanded my attention so much so that I was afraid to the point of sitting in front of the fridge covering my head screaming “What do you want from me? at the top of my lungs”

Lee was not amused and he himself started screaming at me to “Get up!” and “Knock it off.” I still wish that anyone would have been there and experienced this to the degree that I did so that my craziness would be validated but that is and was not the case. It was me. All alone. Fighting some invisible battle against something I can feel and somewhat hear but not see. And I could not for the life of me figure out how to fix this whatever that had broken in my life and allowed things from horror movies to creep in and haunt me.

I truly could not stand the energy in the house and was so afraid of what was happening and I felt so alone and really wondered if I was going to survive whatever was attacking me. Now the camera images turned to horror movie things and at one point the guy from the movie “Insidious” was on the wall in our office. The kitchen floor looked like it was on fire and there were faces of mad men and dead things and hanging things and murderous looking clowns even. I saw other things, too, like many native americans and also knights holding swords and words in english and also other languages.

I cried out for help in every direction. But yet, I slightly refrained when I heard the words coming out of my mouth. Because, in fact, I did sound crazy. But it was absolutely real and was happening and I just needed one person to believe me and help me. There were an apathetic few who maybe didn’t believe me but believed that I believed me so they felt bad for me, but honestly what help could they really offer??

I was going mad. I couldn’t go home, I had to have someone with me if I tried to go to sleep and even that didn’t help. Things started moving that weren’t supposed to move, every picture harbored scary faces, I started wondering if I could trust the people around me because maybe someone put a curse on me or something. Ridiculous sounding, I’m aware, but so was what was happening to me.

The absolute worst part was that Lee, my ex-husband, granted, but still the man I loved and lived with and was sort of “dating” at the time, but that I’ve known for 20 years and should know me more than anyone… didn’t believe me. I don’t blame Lee for most of his responses but it still hurts to know that when shit really hit the fan in my life and hell was happening upon me – that I was so very alone.

Or was I?? One night on the phone I was screaming and crying to Lee because I was in another hotel room and scared out of my guts because I had seen a demon in the air vent (no joke one of the scariest things I have ever seen in my life) and he had come to the room to help me and it didn’t go well, as usual, but he was walking in our neighborhood to go to the church to pray for me. While he has the “blind” faith that so many people I know carry with them, I was still a non-believer. He got to the church, hung up the phone and knelt down to pray for me. He said that he prayed that I once and for all knew God existed and that God help me with this because Lee was all out of answers.

At that very moment something happened that I will never forget. I was holding my phone and felt a slight vibration so I looked at the screen and weirdly enough it didn’t show my screen saver but instead it was just blank. At the very top of the screen were the words “I am here.”

It was gone before I knew it but there will never be a doubt to me in my mind that it said what it said and meant what it meant. I felt a smile come over my face as tears ran down it and I had a body rush come over me that I’ve never, ever in my life experienced. For some reason I walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror and the goofy smile I had on my face was that of an innocent child who was as happy as they could ever be. I noticed that I had my arms wrapped around myself as if giving myself a hug and the tears came hard and fast now. Beautiful angelic tears of joy for the feeling of being no longer alone and afraid and knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that I was loved. How did I know I was loved?? There is no logical explanation for what I felt other than divine intervention, I believe.

I heard words in my head that were not that of my own and somehow I knew who was speaking. I also knew that it was muted to a point because his true voice would not have been able to be heard by my human ears. He said “There is a reason you have not known me. It was for your own protection. I kept you hidden so that they might not find you.Ā  They know who you are now and you will need an army.”

He did not say that he loved me but it went without saying. He didn’t say who he was but it went without saying. I had just been introduced to God by God himself. The euphoria only lasted a very short time but I still long to feel that feeling every day that I exist. It was that of the most pure things ever… so pure that you can not even imagine it while here on this plane. It was love in its most raw and glorious light and form and I am more grateful than words can ever express for being allowed to experience it even for a brief moment.

To be continued…