Morning musings...

I woke up this morning with the birds. That's what happens when you leave your windows open at night in my neighborhood. Those birds are rockin' early. I sat up and looked at the clock and it was 4:44. Hmmm, so it's going to be that kind of day, is it? Oh, Good!


I pulled up the laptop, which is running at 44% battery right now as I write, incidentally, and got back to the David Wilcock video I was watching yesterday while on the Chi Machine and doing yoga. This is a great one (as his usually are). It's his appearance at the L.A. conference of Project Camelot, the Awake & Aware conference (I think in '09). It's really good. David really doesn't repeat himself much from event to event. I've seen and heard quite a bit of him, both on videos and in person. I've never heard some of what I was listening to on this video. I love it when he gets really out there.


In this one he is talking about the ley lines in England, sacred sites all over the world and how they are built on points on the Earth energy grid. He also spoke about how our reality consists of SpaceTime and TimeSpace, and how we bounce back and forth constantly between them, the former being 3D Space, 1D Time, and the latter being 3D Time, 1D Space. It's great stuff! Then he gets into the stones themselves, the standing stones and the henges that you find in the UK along the ley lines. "The hyperdimensional energy is what makes the matter that is building the stones," he said. "The matter that makes these stones, the stone itself, the actual hard stuff, is built from hyperdimensional energy; energy from the Timefield is flowing into our SpaceTime. That's what, according to Dr. Dewey Larson, all matter is built from is this hyperdimensional exchange between 3 dimensional time, and three dimensional space. That's all it is. So of course you're going to get time anomalies. But it's also the energy that builds you, it builds your DNA, it builds your bodies, so when you get more of it flowing through you, you're going to get more health and vitality. Because it's the energy of your consciousness, because it IS consciousness."


I love a new explanation for something I have known in my bones for a long time, but trying to spell it out can be challenging. DW has a great way with words. Gregg Braden said in a video I saw yesterday that when we are happy and joyful and full of good energy, our hearts are beaming hugely--the energy extends for kilometers, he said. Just as David said in the quote above, if we get enough of the Life Source energy flowing through us, we are just better--stronger, smarter, healthier, happier. Abraham calls it connected to the Stream. I call it raising our frequency, aligning with our Higher Self. The point is, when we are vibrating that powerfully, we can move mountains. When we are that attuned to the energy that creates worlds, the Sourcefield (DW again), there are literally no limits. He talked also about time travel; how when you learn to go into Timespace, you can move either forward or backward. Depending on how you move, when you pop back into SpaceTime you can be either in the past or the future, if you like--if you jump in behind where you were when you left, you're in the past. If you come back ahead of where you were when you left, you're in the future. We just need to learn how to manipulate it consciously. Who's with me? Let's start practicing.


The bottom line is, we are living life in the fast lane right now, and I mean the cosmic, universal, it's-all-a-crap-shoot fast lane. We can hold our own, energetically, but we need to know how. There are voices of wisdom and knowledge out there who can show you the way ... find one who works for you, who makes sense to you, whose words resonate as truth in your heart... We aren't alone, though sometimes it may feel as if we are. Seek out those kindred spirits who can be your companion on the Path. I have many in my life, I'm blessed that way. Five of them came over yesterday, and we got ourselves in a really blissful and beautiful state with my energy essences, then we put pyramids on our heads and sent out amazing energy to heal the planet, with big crystals and wands in our hands, for good measure. Wow. The energy was astonishing under those pyramids.


If our heart energy extends for kilometers when we're feeling good, as Gregg Braden says, then how far does it go when amplified by large crystals and pyramids? I wonder what it looks like, energetically ... Does a spirit guide look down at the house and see all kinds of light and color streaming out of it for miles? Does it change when we switch the pyramid on our head from a pink one to a blue one? hmm ... interesting questions. I'm sure if you peeked in the window, we looked like a bunch of wingnuts, but we felt GREAT! I know we put out a lot of healing for Earth; for Japan, for the Mississippi flood victims, for the Gulf of Mexico, and all trouble spots on our planet. It felt good. We're going to do a lot more of it. So if you're taking a walk one day, and a wave of bliss washes over you, it just might be that blast of crystal energy coming from my group of friends, sitting here in Vermont with pyramids on our heads. Offered to you, with our love. Enjoy!

First there is thought ....

"Matter is the evolution of energy. First there is thought, then there is thought form, and then there is matter. Matter is only thought that has been thought upon by more." --- Abraham


I love this quote; I receive them daily by Abraham. Abraham has such a way with words, I’ve always loved the Abraham material. It’s one of the few sources of channeled material that I follow. I used to get readings at psychic fairs and things all the time back in the 80s. But when I started channeling my own angelic frequencies, I stopped paying attention to almost all of it. Lazaris (channeled by Jach Purcell), Abraham (Esther Hicks), and Emmanuel (Pat Rodegast) are the ones I paid attention to, as well as the Law of One material. The information rang so true … it still does. I still want to attend an Abraham event one of these days.


“First there is thought … ” says Abraham. “Thoughts are things,” my mom used to say. Of course she’s right. Moms often are. I am pretty careful about what I think, thanks in part to her stance on the subject. I’m even more careful about what I say. I learned this lesson in a really valuable & unforgettable way, once upon a time. (If I had to guess, I would put it in the mid-80s.) If you’ve attended any of my workshops you may have heard this story. I was driving north on Rt. 116 between Middlebury and Bristol. Probably right around the turn off to Bristol Notch I came up behind a panel truck, rather like a regular UPS boxy truck. This part of the road is all straight and flat, so we were trucking along, both of us. Well, then we get up aways where we start going around and over the New Haven river—curves in the road. This truck ahead of me isn’t slowing down much, I notice. Especially the nasty S-turn with the bridge in the middle—he blew right through it. So now I’m on alert. I had been through a couple of accidents in the preceeding year, and wasn’t interested in seeing another, even from a distance, so I started calling in my spirit guides and angels.


We’re heading through Bristol Flats, past the Johnson Lumber Mill, and I’m getting very anxious at the stop sign ahead at the 4-way intersection. North and south-bound drivers have stop signs there, the east-west bound drivers did not. The truck is still sailing along ahead of me, doing about 60; ahead of us is the intersection with our stop sign, and there are cars crossing in front of us, I can see them up ahead, going both ways. At some point—it gets blurry because I think I just leapt out of my body or something—I figured out that he wasn’t going to stop. Or even slow down. But the next thing I knew as he got almost to the intersection, I had my crystal wand in my hand and screamed, “He’s got to stop!” The instant I shouted there was a loud and prolonged screech of brakes. The truck slid past the stop sign, but came to rest before actually entering the intersection.


I had stopped myself, my heart pounding so hard in my throat it hurt. I sat there behind this truck, wondering what the hell had happened, and what was up with this driver, and thank god for miracles. I looked at the wand in my hand—a beautiful wand, it had a large crystal set in the top, as big as my thumb, protruding three inches from the copper tube, wrapped with navy blue leather. I loved that wand, it was my “car wand.” I had made it a few years before, and with its doubly terminated crystal, it was indeed very powerful. I had never, however, put it to this kind of test. So I sat there, breathing hard, trying to calm down, and watching the truck as it just sat there. There was no longer any traffic going through the intersection, all was quiet, and still he just sat there. After what had to be a couple minutes, the truck ambled across the intersection, still heading north. That’s the direction I was going, so I followed him.


On the other side of the intersection, in the middle of the road, the truck just stopped. Obviously, the driver must be either falling asleep or on something, and was probably freaked out right about now. I just sat there, waited behind it. I didn’t want to intrude on whatever thought process was going on in that truck. After a minute or two, a man got out of the truck. Looking very dazed and confused, he meandered over to stand at my window. I rolled it down. “Do you know where I can get a cup of coffee?” he asked. “I think you need a nap,” I responded. “No, no,” he mumbled. “I just need coffee …” He took off his bill cap and rubbed his eyes. “If you go up that hill there, you’ll go up to the village of Bristol and you can get coffee there,” I pointed for him. But he was looking back at that intersection. “I don’t know what happened back there,” he said. “I did not see that stop sign.” I got chills all over. He made to walk away. “Please take care of yourself, get some rest,” I said to his back. I thought about it all the way home… about the mechanics of what happened. “First there is thought,” says Abraham. I had been nervous and wary about the driver in that truck, but obviously I hadn’t thought about doing anything about it—really, what could I have done? No cell phones in every pocket in those days. But I could do something, turns out. I had a thought. And it was just the right thing.


I asked David Wilcock about it four years ago, when I was giving him a ride back to the airport after his keynote appearance at the annual convention of the American Society of Dowsers. In his talk he had explained about what the Russians call the “morphogenic field” that connects all of Life, this consciousness field of which we are all a part. “There’s only one of us here,” he often says.

“So when I shouted, holding the wand, I sent that vibration through the field and he got it?” I asked. I don’t remember his response word-for-word, but he said something like, with the force of energy behind my words, due to the intensity of the situation, and with my visualizing and intention for his stopping projected through the crystal wand, the thought form necessary to stop the truck was created. I certainly haven’t mastered the art of manifestation, but I keep at it. And I am ever grateful for that occasion, once up on a time, when I just might have helped effect the aversion of something terrible. (I hope the person that stole that beautiful wand from my car several months later is treating it carefully.)


“First there is thought … ” says Abraham. What are yours?