“I have a memory like an elephant. In fact, elephants often consult me. ”
~ Noël Coward, English Playwright and Composer

Well there are several different types of Psychic and several different types of energy. I do not claim to know them all. But I get lots of questions about my experiences with energy and paranormal phenomena so I thought I would take a moment to explain one type of psychic ability that I often use. I am not aware of other psychics who have this same type of ability so please drop me a line if you have experience with it.

This gift has to do with time and in particular distant past, however all time is a continuum and the present and future are all occurring together along with the past. So our ancestors who lived in, say, a mud roundhouse are still living there in that mud roundhouse right now. Your unborn grandchildren who will one day run in the field beside their school are already running there right now.

The past is the future and the future is the past. Right now is yesterday and tomorrow is right now.

It may seem hard to grasp, like some big conspiracy of the philosophical people to sound deep and intellectual. But once you suspend confusion and disbelief for a moment it becomes quite easy to grasp.

Have you ever experienced Deja Vu? Have you ever sunken into a conversation with someone or been out shopping with your children or reached for a sweater to fold it and had that warm fuzzy awareness of exactly how the next twenty seconds would occur? It can be eerie but it can also be quite comforting, the knowledge of what the next bit of the conversation will be about.

Is it really so hard to believe that just as we are living in our third dimensional reality, there may be other humans living and striving in their other dimensional reality? Because that is the only difference.

I say that I am a psychic elephant because elephants are rumored to have amazingly long memories.

Some psychics say that they could hear voices as children or see ghosts or often knew the future. Well you could say that I would be one of those whose gift came in the form of knowing the future, but only insomuch as the future IS the past. Since a very small girl I have known the past.

I began by telling little playmates about what used to be where we were playing in our neighborhood. I am quite sure that I freaked out our third grade teacher one day while we were visiting a living history museum that depicted life 150 years ago, by telling her that I “remembered living back then.” She insisted that what I meant was that I remembered having visited the museum before.

Later on in college I studied history, drawn to the spiritual high that I got out of it more than any grand career I imagined it might bring me. During this time I was also working with a priestess of the Goddess and becoming more aware of my connection to the natural and spiritual realms.

My academic focus was on architectural history and its no wonder that I soon began developing a much more acute gift for psychic visions of the past. Buildings are boxes that filter light and light records things in energy form. Buildings are like books waiting dusty on the shelf for someone who knows their language to come along and read them.

People ask me how old their house is. I read its psychic energy, its aura. I give them a date, say, maybe 1778. Then they hire me or someone else to do all of the title and deed research. Inevitably they come back to me and say, “Hey you know my house was built in 1779. How did you guess so close?” I just smile and say, “Oh, I studied this stuff.”

My two best friends know what I can do. My roommate likes to listen to what I see when we go driving around or hiking. Amongst other things, I have seen sacred elders perform an initiation ritual inside Stonehenge, a 17th century ship sink off the New England coastline, an angry Mounty pacing back and forth in front of Niagara Falls and ancient Native Americans hunting just off of a forest hiking trail.

When I worked in museums it was a spiritual rush to go to work every day. To hear the spirits that once owned these artifacts, to feel their energy and often see the scene of when it was made, or gifted or how it was used…these were special moments indeed.

Maybe this is why spirits, living and dead, from other time periods are a lot of what I deal with in my psychic work. They know that I do not believe them to be “long gone” or to be “delusions.” I am one foot in the past at every moment so having a woman who lives in a cave and hunts saber-toothed cats come to me because her young child is dying and ask me to see him safely to her ancestors is not weird at all. I do what I can with my gifts to help the young soul cross over, give the mother some comforting words and then come back to popping microwave popcorn or whatever I was doing.

I must say though that the people around me must sometimes think that I am bored by what they are saying or that I am just a serious daydreamer. When I studied for my Masters in England my professor commented that I had a low tolerance for listening to anyone who wasn’t as clever with words as I am. But he was mistaken.

Our classes were nearly all held on site so to speak. We took long bus and train rides to medieval abbeys, defunct castles, 14th century cottages, pagan monuments, places older than I had ever visited in my life. Then he would walk us around and try to talk about science and conservation. “Ahhhh…sorry, I’m currently watching the 300-year-old monks plant their garden, dude. I’ll, like, be back with reality later…M’kay?” I mean what was I supposed to say?

A guide who came from the Pleiades once told me that I was a recorder. That my gift was to remember all of the details and to have access to all of the lives that I had ever lived. He said that through those recorded moments and people and places I could access any and all other points in time.

People who know me well will tell you that my memory is more than uncanny, its downright spooky and even somewhat annoying. Ask me what shirt I wore on Christmas day when I was 12. No problem, a pink one with a bright orange stripe that said L.A. Gear in it. Ask me what exact words you said to me last Friday as we were coming out of the movie theater…”Man, when did hot dogs start tasting exactly the same as nail polish remover smells?”

Why I know the words to every movie and every character and every song and every comedy skit I have ever heard (much less how these are going to be helpful in some future life) is completely beyond me. I memorize words and pictures, it’s just what I do. I even memorize to a millisecond the pauses between the words and the inflection of peoples voices as they say them. (I do great impressions.) I don’t try to memorize this stuff, it just happens by default.

Like, I will always know if you have been in my closet because I can remember that the blue coat hanger had three white coat hangers hooked on top of it with a pink one on the left and exactly two and a half inches between that pink one and the scarf that lays over the rail at that end. It could be four days since I last opened that closet but if the white hangers aren’t tangled in the blue one anymore or the space has increased to four inches, I’ll know it.

So while I cannot imagine a reason for that spectacularly odd gift of memory, I figure that there must be a good spiritual reason why my newest guide, who is an ascended being and healer, is also a conduit for every female ancestor (both blood related and spiritual family) who has ever come before me.

I am an historical medium, that is the only way that I can describe it. I can often tell you what has happened in a place before, whether it is inside a building or in an open field. Maybe this explains my love of historic research and archaeology…we all feel the need to have our gifts validated from time to time.

The oldest thing that I have been exposed to was probably 35-40,000 years ago. I have had several visions and conversations with people who lived 6-8,000 years ago. And my most frequent communication is with peoples who lived about 1,000-1,500 years ago. Since I live in a relatively young country and see its history all the time (usually in very short but highly-detailed flashes) I consider 100-400 years ago to be basically like yesterday.

I know, you are asking yourself, “If the past, the future and the now are all happening at once and she claims to be able to see the past and speak with people from the past then why can’t she do that for the future too? The answer is that I can. But I do not have the same affinity for it. Human perception allows for only a linear understanding of time, at least on the conscious default kind of level. The past is something that just happens to me, the future is something I have to try to do and I feel lucky but doubtful when I do actually succeed at it.

Some people, rather than being sent forward as a recorder, I am sure have been sent backward as an eraser, to reset things that went too horribly wrong for the world. Perhaps they have a stronger affinity for the future than I do. But the few times that I have been able to look at a piece of land, or held a concept in my mind, that then triggered a view of future realities, they have all been very clear, but very isolated.

For instance, I can see my future home and its surrounding land but not anything that abuts it. I have no idea where the place is but I will definitely know it when I see it. As a matter of fact I call it home now, walk its halls and smell the flowers in its garden. This is because I have already been there. But I have been to my past homes as well, have looked at my past selves.

The past is something that I am just part of, that I just stumble into regularly. It is like an old trusted friend, tried, true and comfortable.

Anyone who has read some of my oldest posts has heard my primary guide Maggie. She is a tenth century healer and wise woman and she lived in Southern England. I have been to her home, MY home actually as Maggie is my own past self, my past life and my higher self as well. I have seen this house in visions and I have been there in the physical.

She told me what the town was now called, I took the train there from where I was going to school, I got off the train and I told her to take the feet (in other words, guide me to where we are going.) We walked about three miles out of the town center and through a modern housing complex. At the end of it sat a hilly field with nothing in it but high-tension electrical wires and a few ruts where people had driven their off-road vehicles.

She marched me across that field, with my eyes completely closed and I saw all of her neighbors huts, the children playing in the cart paths and the pigs in their paddocks. Suddenly she stopped and I was staring at the wooden door behind which was my (and her) former home. When I lifted that latch folks, it was solid and real, I felt it in my hand.

Now I know what HOME feels like and I know that this place truly was her home because I buried a simple mundane object there. When I let her take the feet again four years later, she walked me to the same exact spot in this vast, empty field and a few clawfuls of dirt soon proved it when I came up with my same old Powerpuff Girls key chain.

Beat that for tomorrow nights lottery numbers.

“You cheer my heart, who build as if Rome would be eternal.”
~Augustus Caesar, Gaius Julius Caesar Octavianus

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This article is a repost from our old blog – originally dated June 2008, a point in time when we were living in England.
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Well, we decided to take a day trip yesterday and ended up choosing a trip to Bath. Bath is historically one of Britain’s top tourist destinations and was the playground of many a Regency well-to-do family.

Of course Bath is not a new town, it and the healing springs that bubble up from beneath it’s ground have been sacred for thousands of years. In the first century A.D. the Roman invaders wrestled control of these healing waters, sacred to the British Goddess Sulis, from the hands of the local Duboni tribe.

After gaining control of the hot springs, the Romans set about subduing its flow and controlling access to the waters by erecting a complex of temples and baths, the remains of which can be visited today.

I find it ironic that the very thing which could make a modern Pagan angry with the Romans, the restriction of access to the spring, is now what has guaranteed modern visitation to its site.

If not for these Roman ruins, the spring would most certainly be capped and unknown, running anonymously beneath this modern, retail-carnival of a city.

So, and this is the only time that you may ever hear me say it, “Yeah Romans!!! Good job!”

I must admit that at the Roman Baths, the temple complex and bathing rooms, some of which take a bit of imagination to picture, are truly exquisite. The presence of both hot and cold natural baths in one place is magnificent.

The circular cold pool and the half moon “hot tub” type of area were both most appealing to me.

The great bath, heated by the forces of nature to about 115˚ Fahrenheit, was awe-inspiring. I can only imagine what it must look like at night with the fire lanterns lit. Against the rules, I put my hand in that warm healing water, dedicated to Minerva, the Roman equivalent of the British Goddess Sulis.

All I can say is that one can almost feel all of the minerals that are present in that ancient water, it has a palpable effervescence. This is not water that just fell into the water-table during last week’s rain storms. This is water which fell on the surrounding Mendip Hills millenia ago, spending its time percolating through bedrock and bubbling in underground caverns until it rose from this spring now and warmed today’s pool of heated water. Amazing stuff! Of course this place was always treated as sacred, because it is.

In Roman times this was a place of healing, washing and community for the upper class of Roman Britain. Here they could receive various treatments, including a full-body oil rub by servants and slaves. Many came and spent the day here, bringing their personal servants to wait on their needs.

Though the irony of this social twist, coming to a sacred place where all life should be equally sacred and then oppressing someone else to ensure your own leisure, is not lost on me. I still find the thought of their lifestyle to be rather fascinating somehow.

After we had wet our hands in the great bath, we explored the other rooms of the complex and eventually came to the east baths, an area of the complex which has not been fully restored and does not have any water filling it. Here, at this end of the complex there were originally baths, which in later centuries became steam rooms for massage.

As I was walking through one such room, I caught a glimpse, through a hole in the wall, into the next room. And there, plain as day, I saw a thin, Roman man crouching against what was now a raised walkway. As soon as I focused on the vision, the visual apparition of him faded, but the energy remained.

I moved calmly through the exhibit and onto the walkway below which he had just appeared. There weren’t very many people around so I got comfortable, leaning on the railing above this energy that I could still sense.

I closed my eyes and tried to make a connection with him, which I did. I had an internal conversation with him, attempting to discern his situation.

I asked him who he was. He replied, “My name is Tirius and they will not let me out. They will not let me out.”

At that moment I got a vision of him being in this pool (which now no longer exists) and saw that some other men, two or three of them, would not let him get to the exit to leave the water. I am unsure but I believe that Tirius could not swim.

At first it seemed like a bit of fun, a joke. But then it turned serious.

Tirius calmly told me that it was horrifying and that it was unwarranted.

Whether they watched him drown, or whether they held him under the water, he never showed me. But, nevertheless, they had been responsible for his death.

When I asked him why his spirit had chosen to remain here, I could see that it was because he could not get over the manner of his death. It is like when a living person has been through something horrible, which is long past, but cannot let it go, constantly speaking of it and allowing it to effect them. It had become the biggest part of his self-identity.

I told him that it had been two-thousand years and that he was free to move on now. But he shook his head.

I said, “Yes you are free now. These are no longer the baths.”

I asked, “Can you see a light of any kind?” And I told him that it was safe to go into it.

He replied, “There is no light for me. I am a slave.”

Ahhh…….I get it now. He was a Roman slave, most likely an enemy captured in battle and sold. He had been here in the baths as a servant to wealthy traders and soldiers. And, some of them had drowned him for the fun of it.

Lovely.

No wonder he was traumatized, even in spirit.

I could see that his death and his place in society weighed heavily on his identity. It would be easier to work with it then it would be to work through it.

I noticed that this now-dry space had one wet area, an ancient open drain that connected out to the main river in this part of England, the Avon. (Ironically there are several River Avons in England, as the word Avon simply means river in Old English.)

“Well,” I said to Tirius, “then you can return to the Goddess via the river.”

“I can?” he asked me.

“Yes,” I said, “you will go out here through the drain tunnel, enter the river and follow it out to the cool, blue ocean. After that the Goddess will meet you and place you into her gentle boat, in which she will take you safely home.”

“But, I am afraid of the powerful Goddess.” he replied to me.

“But you needn’t be frightened of her,” I explained. “All came from her womb, from which these healing waters flow, and she takes all back within. She does not judge.”

“She will be kind to me?” he asked.

“Yes,” I replied, “the very kindest.”

“I believe you,” he said. “But….” And as he said this, his eyes glanced back towards the room, which had once been a smaller version of the great bath.

I could see that he was still not willing to simply leave this place behind and forget what had happened to him.

In a last ditch effort to get him to move on to his next life, after so long standing here and surveying the scene of his death, I referenced the loose stones strewn about the place.

I told him, “If it is this place that you must carry with you, until reaching your home, take one of these stones, of which the baths were built.”

“When you get to the sea,” I continued, “give the stone to the Goddess and let her take the weight from your soul, so that you can arrive home in peace.” “Give your worries to the Goddess, for she takes all.”

“And I will be free?” he asked. “I will be brought home to my people?”

“Yes,” I told him, “without a doubt.” “The Goddess will take you there swiftly and gently. Go to her now and live joyously in your next life.”

He then reached down and grabbed a stone from what had been the floor of the ancient pool. And he walked toward the large drain, holding it above his shoulders, as if trying to keep it from getting wet in a deep pool, which no longer existed.

He paused at the opening of the drain and looked back for a moment before going forward, into the drain.

Just then, the crowd entering the space pushed me in the direction of the next room.

I am not perfectly certain if he kept walking toward the river or turned back towards the baths. But, I think he has already found the sea.

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“I shall go further and say that even if an examination of the past could lead to any valid prediction concerning man’s future, that prediction would be the contrary of reassuring.”
~Julien Benda, 20th-Century French Philosopher and Novelist

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This article is a repost from our old blog – originally dated April 2007.
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Here is an interesting one…

As I have explained to a few of you, and will explain in a post sometime soon, I have a spiritual connection to the past and often get communications from ancient and historical figures interspersed with my regular channelings. The most interesting was a visit from a Mayan priest, filled with wisdom but also filled with tears and bitterness. He gives information on the end of his era in Mayan times and also about the traumas which our world is currently undergoing…specifically planetary phenomena and humankind.

I do not entirely share his opinions on some of things he talks about but I liked him enough that I want to do him justice by not censoring his words. If you take offense and email me I will assume that you haven’t read this part of the post and after laughing at your silliness I will promptly forward your email to the ether so that he can get a good chuckle too, wherever he is.

Be warned, this could be seen as depressing information if you do not keep in mind that he is seeing our “reality” through a very thick veil and that all divination and psychic messages are ultimately changeable by human will.

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Will we as individuals suffer while our planetary changes occur?

The Mayan: We have already suffered. There is drought where there was fertile soil. We have died and there is no one to remember us. All that we worked so hard for, all that we sacrificed for, was in vain. I do not know the moon upon my face. In the many hours I sat by the fire, in all of the visions that I saw, never once could I have imagined the horror. So swift, like a fire through the desert brush, and all was gone. Oh the Earth lived on, and mankind as well but in some barren, soulless, polluted form. It will happen again. We were so wrong in our calculations, so wrong in our dreaming. How could predictions be so…flat? No one can ever describe, no vision can ever show that which is unknowable. There will be great upheaval and not all will die but not all will live. Those who live will be an entirely different humanity, maybe better hopefully better, wiser, more observant of the natural cycles, but maybe worse, more greedy, more defensive, more warlike. Let us hope this is not to be.

To whom are we currently speaking?

Answer: Sa-DI-een Sadayine. Sadayine Namayazal.

And where do you hail from?

Sadayine: I don’t know what you call us. Mayan, as if all that we have seen could be summed up in a word, so banal, so bland. The calendar is wrong. So many years, so many calculations, so many ceremonies and sacrifices (of people.) And it is wrong.

Has the end of your calendar already passed or is it yet to come?

Sadayine: Our calendar ended when we did. The entirety of our world was washed clean by flood and drought and petulance. Fire balls from the sky. You want to know when your calendar will end. I don’t know but I know you won’t see it coming…we were watching and we didn’t. No one here is watching, no one here cares. It is as if everyone sees the planet as a machine, but no one is putting any fuel in the machine. No one is tending it. They just take it for granted.

It is very unwise, very, very unwise. I do not think you have beyond maybe thirty years, thirty-five at most. But there’s nothing you can do. Perhaps I am bitter. Perhaps some great glowing guide will come from the sky and teach you dirty children all the better ways, and it will save you. But I don’t think so. Those who are meant to live will live and they will know sorrow. And, those who are meant to die will die and they will die quickly. I suppose that is a consolation. Two thousand and twelve, yes, we thought it would be a meteor. A meteor that would bend the energy of everything that lived and it would be a great rebirth. A rebirth of civilization, of hidden and lost knowledges and all new species would appear on the planet. Of course we never thought that anything else would happen in between. The meteor will come and some things will change, but this great energy is wasted upon this planet because the humans have ruined everything. There will be no great rebirth, there will be no great coming together of the peoples, revelations of too many lost knowledges, because there is no one to receive. The energy, the energy that the meteor brings will sink into the ocean like a stone. It won’t be harnessed, it won’t be driven, it will just be like a gentle rain that hits that hot ground in the desert and evaporates. It will be alright though when the death comes, if it comes to the plants and the animal and the humans and the water, it is not really a death, it is a transmutation, to energy, aware energy. And then you are free to become whatever you wish. So I suppose it is a change for the better, for most people. I don’t know about these Christians, they will change into an energy that is nothing but fear and they will just linger. What can they become if they believe nothing but fear? Only fear. You can only become that which you believe in. You cannot become a star if you do not believe in the stars, in the energy of the stars. If you believe it is just a dot in the sky like a coloring book, what will you become? If you believe in joy, than you have the choice of becoming joy. If you believe in fear, evil, that is what you are. You are what you eat, you are what you believe. I believe I am wise, but not nearly so wise as I once thought. So I am here to give you wisdom. That is why I am here.

Can we as a world return to more simplified lifestyles?

Sadayine: No, not as a world. You always talk of the ancients as if we had no brain. Our world was much better connected than yours is. I don’t mean by communication…by knowledge, by knowledge of each other, by a different world view. We saw the world as a big community. We knew there were others, doing what we were doing, living like we were living, in other places in the world. We sought to raise energy to continue our existence and gain wisdoms, not just for our own benefit but for the benefit of those unknown, those unseen, others. You can’t do anything as a world today, you don’t see each other, you don’t hear each other. You know of each other, for certain, and still behave as if no other exists. All that can be done is to congregate in small groups, begin by discussing but don’t let it end there. You must give love, plain and simple with no ulterior motive, with no hope of the love returning to you. Just give. And know that when you need it, it will come back. It is the same with anything. I don’t think I understand enough about you to really give you good advice on this. I don’t understand the type of humans that developed after we passed away. I am not confused but, I suppose, baffled. I suppose it is the same thing but, I wish you could speak my language. I can’t explain to you what I mean in your language. Ah, perhaps I cannot answer your question.

How can we relinquish the hold that machines have over our daily lives?

Sadayine: This is not really a question for me, but I will attempt to answer it. (Laughs: She thinks I sound like a Mexican Frenchman. Okay. Mexicans are Spanish, I do not speak Spanish. I was long dead before they ever came. If there had been a true wise man anywhere in the vicinity they would have killed them and hung their scalps from the trees for the animals to eat. I bet they taste good, they’re so fat. Yes, I bet they would taste good boiled with their own herbs. Ah, the Spanish, French, English, they didn’t do anything different than what the Americans do today. They colonize, they rape, they pillage, they take everything of value, they leave all of their diseases and then they go, on to the next. Terribly wasteful.) Your question, machines…..We had machines too, not so sophisticated as yours, not so power hungry as yours, more efficient by the way. A machine that only requires the power of an animal only requires a little bit of grain to power. At any rate, you must first understand that your machines are nothing but numbers. I don’t mean they run on numbers, which they do, they are numbers. Your matrix, it is an old Mayan trick. If you pile the numbers in the right way, if your speed them to the proper vibration they become solid, it’s like sculpting in reverse. You don’t start with the rock and carve off the pieces you don’t want, you don’t carve off the nothing, you begin with nothing and you build the rock. I don’t understand how to explain this to you. It can only be seen in a certain state you cannot just open your eyes and will to see it, you won’t. It is a vibration, it is a concept it is, uh….Quantum Physics. This is what your machines are made of, they have no soul but they have an energy in their own right, they exist do they not? Once you see that anything that is not organic, anything that does not grow under its own steam or decay in a natural process, is not living, is not real, you can begin to combat it. You pick numbers off it and it is void, it is no longer what it was, it is simply, I don’t know, garbage. I think the way to combat the machines without losing your lives is to ascend to a higher vibration of energy. I know that is not an easy answer but it is the only thing I can think. Your machines have become your keepers, you are not their keepers.

You are not their keepers! They are yours. There are very, very powerful people and very, very powerful forces that want this to continue, without overthrowing those powers all you can do is chose the hard road. Chose to ascend your vibrations, choose to live the hard way, choose to circumvent the system and pay whatever price there is because there is one. There will come a point in time when the machines die but unfortunately I think you will die with it, so it will not matter. The machines are here to stay until a shift, a very big shift, happens. Bush is just the poster boy for a much larger problem. He is just the one that made it obvious, he is not even a problem, you have to have some kind of intelligence, some kind of intent to be a problem. But he is a problem for those that are the problem, because he made it known. They want him just as dead as you do, but it’s too late now because the cat is out of the bag. The rich only want to be rich, that’s it. The powerful only want to stay powerful. Our wise men (the Mayan priests) I suppose they liked being wise men sometimes, to be able to look down the pipe at someone and say, “You cannot hold your smoke.” It must be nice sometimes. But they never sought to use it against anyone, they never sought to use their power just to get more power. A wise man would give you the shoes off of his feet while he stood in a vat of boiling oil. He would shave his own hair off to make you a warm blanket, these men today, they would shave your hair off to make them a warm blanket. Very different. It will come to bite them in the ass, but many people will suffer instead before that comes. It is the way of the world now I suppose.

You said the machines were just numbers, are repeating numbers a sign of this matrix?

Sadayine: No. They are a sign of a devolution. As the vibration of the planet increases there are certain things, certain machines, certain thought patterns, certain systems that cannot keep up with the pace. They cannot enter the fourth dimension and certainly not the fifth. They devolve and when they devolve they release an energy, it is like the last breath of a human. And this energy must go somewhere, it must become manifest in order to disintegrate and return to the ALL, to the center of this universe, to the melting pot that is creation. They manifest in street signs, they manifest in phone numbers, in calculator figures, in digital cloaks and the date on the head of your newspaper. And every time you see one, it is that piece of energy that devolved returning to the all, to the center, to the crucible of life and creation. It is a good thing, it means you are aware. How many people see it and say, “Oh, how queer?” That is it. “Oh it’s 4:44, how queer. What’s for dinner dear?” It is good to make note of it, the more often you see it, the more quickly the devolution is occurring. Which means, it means that the energy is accelerating. It means the ascension will come. Whether or not it brings mankind with it, well, you will all decide that I think.

What can humans do together as a whole or in smaller groups to try and help the planet survive?

Sadayine: I already answered this for you, it is intangible. I believe that your friend Gretchen has told you that the only fix is to emanate light and it has to be a specific kind of light. It is like putting a mirror in your window so that the bad spirits cannot come in. This light will help to neutralize some of the dark that is flowing at you but I fear it is irreversible. You may bend it, you may slow it but it will come. There is change coming to this planet from all directions and from within the planet itself. Fighting change is just a way of delaying the inevitable.

What can humans do together as a whole or in smaller groups to try and help our own species survive?

Sadayine: Learn to be kind to one another. Learn once again what your body as an animal, an evolved animal, is designed to eat, to touch, to experience. And banish forever those things that are not natural which you put in your bodies and on your bodies. Humans are killing themselves and they’re paying to do it. I don’t understand how the world became filled with fools but maybe that’s why she will change, maybe all the fools will fall off like dandruff and the floods will come to moisturize and the healthy skin, the healthy minds, will come back. I don’t know.

Will our species continue through and beyond these planetary shifts?

Sadayine: Yes but as I said before, we don’t what kind of humans they will be. Will they be better than you, kinder than you, wiser than you, cleaner than you? I don’t know. Will they be more like the gods of light that came from the sky? Will they be taller, thinner and more energy than flesh? Perhaps. Perhaps they will be. Perhaps they will be like children, simple, like the apes, gentle and playful and learning everything like it is new, as if they had never seen a blade of grass before. Maybe they will fear their own shadows and the eclipses in the sky, as humans once did before. Maybe they will be like animals, huge and overgrown and brainless and dangerous and violent. And they’ll kill each other out and cause extinction of the entire race. No one can know. The shift will be dramatic and what comes of it is untellable. I suppose that is why we are all speaking to you now. Everyone wishes to affect a specific outcome. All the voices must jumble. I suppose it’s like trying to tune to a radio station and always having five at once. Who will win? The talk radio, the country music radio, will it be the Christian channel or the Native American channel? Will you be stuck with Jazz forever? I don’t know, Somebody will win and it is the humans who will decide.

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…Well folks, that is the Mayan. It is only a snippet of his talk with me but what is here is unedited. I don’t know if I got all of his ideas and his words spelled correctly and I don’t know if he spoke in a way that everyone can understand but it is what it is. He went through every emotion while I was channeling him, sadness, sorrow, anger, pride, mirth and laughter. He admitted in the end that he was very bitter and that much of what he was saying to me might be tainted with his bitterness and sorrow but I believe that contained within it lies some useful and pertinent wisdom, some valuable advice. Take it as you wish.

Vera Nadine

“The greatest stories are those that resonate our beginnings and intuit our endings, our mysterious origins and our numinous destinies, and dissolve them both into one.”

~Ben Okri, Nigerian Poet and Novelist

I get so many requests to write more guided meditations like Reading the Trees. Sometimes the muse just will not descend. Of course, I write a lot of targeted meditations for my own spiritual path. But very few of them are appropriate for others. We are all on our own unique journey.

In response to the level of requests, as well as to a directive from the universe, I have decided to try my hand at visual meditation. Please go easy on me as its my first foray into such territory. Also, email and let me know if it works for you. If a lot of you like it, I will try to make it a regular feature here at Awaken to Light.

Of course, you can tell by watching this what my story for the meditation is. But I thought it might be fun if you make up your own story to the images. Include them in your comments. Or if you have a similar video of your own, feel free to include a link in your comments. A little bit of thought-sharing never hurt anyone.

So without further adieu…

Universal Soul: