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The Ongoing Investigation of the Nazca “Mummies” Deserves a Fair Hearing

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Earlier this year, I began to hear about the so-called Nazca “Mummies” found near Nazca in Peru. These are not technically mummies in the Egyptian style but preserved well by an exterior coating with a white powdery substance.  So far, they claim to be in possession of five (5) specimens. Some are so small, it is hard to wrap the mind around.  But, just look at all the diversity of life already known about on this planet.


I have quietly followed this story for months, keeping in mind that they could be proven fakes at any point. However, this has not occurred thus far.

I am creating this quick post simply because the discovery and investigation of these finds deserve a fair hearing.

I will not go into details here. I have instead provided some specific links at the end of this post so these investigators can speak for themselves.

The chorus of political, science, and media skeptics is rising, but I have not seen one of them base their claims on even a cursory investigation of the evidence. Nor have I heard or seen any of them mention that the investigation is now being  studied widely by biologists, forensic anthropologists, medical teams, and others around the world who are independent of government control—finally.

Initial tests have produced some very interesting results so far:

Initial DNA testing of the first specimen produced mtDNA, after which she was named “Maria.”

Carbon-14 tests date the specimen “Maria” to between 249-410 A.D.  The “white powder” that covers Maria’s body has been tested and appears to be a mixture of diatom/plant material.

One of the small entities has been diagnosed with an apparent bone disease.

One has been shown on X-ray to have what appear to be three (3) “eggs” in the abdominal area.

mummies xray (2)

A press conference was held in Peru on July 11, 2017 [link below], although it has received little-to-no attention in the USA/UK [because it threatens the Old Paradigm]. It is mainly being covered by French and Spanish media, and alternative news.

During this conference, a gentleman referred to as forensic anthropologist Dr. José Zalce gave a detailed and informative presentation on anatomical features based on X-rays and CT scans he had reviewed [link below].  He was preceded by ufologist and journalist Jaime Maussan. Mr. Maussan has been maligned in the past for some discoveries that proved to be false; however, he is not heading up this investigation.  So far, most blogs and articles I have seen appear to focus on Mr. Maussan and his past failures and do not point out that during this press conference, a call to the international community of anthropologists, medical and forensics specialists, and other credentialed scientists was made to join the research team to get to the truth of these specimens.  Unfortunately, there was no English translation on screen and the Google translation was far less than ideal. However, it is worth wading through the translation and sound problems for anyone wanting to know more about these discoveries.

There are at least two separate teams undertaking this investigation:

Gaia com – This site has a paywall but does have excerpts from updates freely available.

The Alien Project – This is a French crowd-sourced project that has raised the money to fund their own scientific investigation into the mummies. French investigative archaeology journalist Thierry Jamin has posted a short documentary [link below] on those findings thus far.

If evidence of a hugely elaborate hoax around these entities is proven at some point, then a lot of skin will be off the noses of a lot of surgeons, forensics specialists, and journalistic investigators involved in this. In this case, a hoax itself would be huge news simply because of the intricacy of the work.

If these mummies prove to be a genuinely unique/hybrid species found on our planet, their discovery will take its place in ushering in the major paradigm shift that is upon us all. I have already outlined other discoveries forcing a paradigm shift in my blog “Gobekli Tepe, The Sphinx, Electric Universe: Emerging Discoveries Standing Dogma on Its Head“.

Specific Links:

Gaia Com : Unearthing Nazca

Documentary [medically informative!]: Peru’s Relics story with Thierry Jamin [Alien Project]

Update 07/25/17: Gaia has posted a cleaner version of the 7/11/17 press conference, with English subtitles available. 

Podcast: Ep. 680 FADE to BLACK Jimmy Church w/ Jay Weidner [Senior Director of Content at Gaia com] : The Nazca Mummy : Is is an ET? : LIVE [Interview begins at 32 min 55 sec]

Earthfiles: Linda Moulton Howe reports on the Nazca mummies

Biologist José De La C. Rios López is part of the investigative team and is updating information on his Facebook page [posts can be translated]

New 07/27/17: click HERE if you’re interested in hearing what TroikaRV remote viewers have to say.

Update 08/17/17: Last week, a neighbor brought me a few books he’d bought at a garage sale.  Among them was a book titled “Witness to Roswell”, written in 2009 by Thomas J. Carey and Donald R. Schmitt (2009 Revised and Expanded Edition).  This morning, I reached page 158 and my jaw dropped.  I had listened to some lectures on Roswell and heard about witnesses describing bodies among the Roswell debris, but this is the first I have seen of an actual drawing of such alien body.  The first was done by ufologist Leonard Stringfield in 1978.  It was based on witness testimony to an alleged autopsy of one of the bodies by “medical sources”. I was struck by the arm length and hands–how they resemble the specimen “Maria” among the Nasca “mummies” [although this one shows four fingers rather than three]:


This 2nd drawing by artist Walter Henn, based on witness recollection:


These drawings are from the web site Roswell Proof [Roswell Mortician Glenn Dennis’ Story, ‘Nurse x’, and Much Other Testimony about Small, Non-human Bodies

New Doc from English investigators 08/24/17 [Part I]: Three Fingered Peruvian Mummy Documentary that Will Make You Question Everything
Incidentally, the investigator tells us around 14 min in that he was “told” that a “foil” akin to the type allegedly found in the July 1947 Roswell “incident” was allegedly sold to a buyer in “Asia” for $8000 as part of an international Mafia/Crime trade scheme.

Interestingly, on page 84 of the 2009 book “Witness to Roswell” [referenced above], Maj. Jesse Marcel is alleged to have told a relative just before he died that the “alien pygmy” beings had “white powdery bodies“.

So, two different sources over time and space that could link Roswell [foil, white powdery bodies] with the Nazca bodies.

Documentary: Origins Of The Nazca Lines And Their Lost City of The Dead

American Museum of Natural History website: Mummies in Peru.

And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
– Hamlet Act 1, scene 5, 159-167


Plasma and Consciousness–A Personal Exploration

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Many experiences that may seem “paranormal” appear as natural to me now as, say, leaves changing color according to the seasons or caterpillars transforming into butterflies.  I learned in school why leaves change color and the biology that transforms that caterpillar into a butterfly. What no school or governmental body ever taught me was the phenomenon of unidentified aerial objects, even though Roswell in 1947 and the mass UFO flyover in Washington D.C. in 1952 had occurred when I was still just a twinkle in my father’s eye.

Over the past several months, I have immersed myself in the information flow concerning unidentified aerial phenomena (or UFOs) being seen around the world.  I’ve always been interested in the subject, particularly since I witnessed a UFO floating so gently right over my vehicle in 1980.  However, I rarely find anyone who wants to discuss such subjects.  Therefore, it has been left to the curious, the adventurers, and the experiencers to learn about and incorporate into our collective consciousness what is learned.

One recent bit of information that has stirred my curiosity is that plasma is often described during UFO encounters or sightings.  This has prompted me to revisit my 1997-98 journal entries written during my father’s terminal illness, where he described seeing “plasma” images appear.  At that time, I only understood that word in the context of the bloodstream so could not really grasp what he was seeing. Here’s an entry:

January 31, 1998 (early a.m.): Poppy woke me in the middle of the night.  He wanted me to come sit with him in the living room.  He said he has been having very strange experiences:
I looked at the end of my bed and there was a folder of papers.  I stretched out to get it, but it was like a ghost; no, like plasma.  It was a plasma substance, honey.  It didn’t have any dimension.  My fingers went right through it.”
[…] Poppy had to stop trying to describe this, because it was impossible.  But what struck me was how he changed the description from ghost to plasma.

The next day, he observed this same type of “effect” when he opened the refrigerator and described the “largest, purest glass of orange juice” but when he went to grab it, it disappeared.

He had more than a few of these experiences and described them as though they suddenly just occupied a portion in the middle of our otherwise ordinary space.  (To read my journal entries on our evolutionary journey into other dimensions of consciousness as we lived his dying experience, click HERE.)


Plasma is a phase of matter distinct from solids, liquids, and gases. It is the most abundant phase of matter in the universe; both stars and interstellar dust consist of it. Although it is its own phase of matter, it is often referred to as an ionized gas. This is similar to a normal gas, except that electrons have been stripped from their respective nucleons and float freely within the material. Even if only 1% of the atoms have lost their electrons, a gas will display plasma-like behavior.

The atmosphere in our home was highly charged during these months of his dying—I, along with at least two other family members, experienced an incredibly heightened conscious awareness of at least two other dimensions (or parallel realities)—in our dreams, in my long-deceased mother’s “life force imprint” coming in and out regularly to assist,  telepathic information, and other experiences. This was particularly true when he started experiencing the plasma that he insisted was feeding him and informing him from some “opening” that formed.

Now, I recently watched a documentary on the experience pilots had with UAPs when I heard related an observation that pilot Captain Phil Shultz made to the researcher about his experience:

He said when it first appeared, it impressed him as if it was breaking through the atmosphere; like splitting the blue sky open in order to emerge.

(The story of Capt. Shultz’s UFO experience can be heard HERE starting at 21m 15 sec.)

That is almost exactly how my father tried to describe his experiences with the plasma images–as though it just broke through from somewhere else.

Learning what I have over the past several months, many things that seemed inexplicable in 1997-98 now make much more sense now.  I am coming around to the high possibility that at least a portion what we experienced was pure consciousness that expressed itself visually through a sort of transmitter involving a gaseous plasma.

UFO experiencers often describe what they are seeing as gaseous-like “orbs” that seem to fade in and out.  Some report telepathic communication or at least a heightened intuition during these experiences.

Might it be that at least some of these craft are basically imaged and manipulated by consciousness itself?

What we call our “normal” consciousness is itself, in actuality, just another form of altered consciousness.

I have much more to learn.  This is but a stub post on which I hope to expand later. However, I do believe that everything begins with the matrix of consciousness, and this probably applies to interdimensional space travel as well.

Wedge-Shaped Objects, Rattlesnakes, and Ions–Oh My!

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As I was writing in my journal this morning, I suddenly felt an impulse to start writing down an image that was playing through my mind like a short movie.  It feels like an event—perhaps occurring in April or August of this year (letter “A” prominent). First, I am impressed with some sort of temporary regional darkness occurring around the same time as an “out-of-this-world” object appears in a large crowded city such as New York, London, or Atlanta.  The object is as foreign to the witnesses as—say—a cell phone would appear to people in the 19th C. But, this object is much bigger than a cell phone—more like a wedge shape; a mustard colored Swiss-cheese type structure that just quietly appears on a freeway or a wide street.  It hovers, waiting for people to notice it.  No panic, danger, or destruction—it’s just there.

It seems like this wedge-shaped object is initially more amusing than threatening to the people in the vicinity. I sense that theaters are in the vicinity, causing some to assume at first that this really strange wedge-shaped object is part of a theatrical promo. But, several people later begin to report a “telepathic message” conveying that this is from the future and based on a mathematics not currently known to the public.  All I see then are some curlicue-like symbols emanating from this object that make absolutely no sense.

And, for no rhyme or reason, these “curlicues” caused my mind to call up a really weird dream I had on 04/06/1998:

Dream of 04/06/1998: I am in a wide-open place, like a desert I think. A man is demonstrating a ‘futuristic’ ability to me. He points to objects and I watch as sizzling light beams focus on and envelop them, making them exceedingly shiny new and sparkling.   I especially recall a beautiful purple object all lit up in black space with an awesome gold-like, sparkling aura.  This man, who I recognize as a traditional Native American medicine man, then holds an object up in front of him as he approaches me with great intensity in his eyes.  He holds this object right up to my eyes until the object is all I see. It is a rattlesnake tail.  I can hear his voice as he explains a process about utilizing positive and negative ions—very thorough on explaining this electrical process of “renewal”.   As he shakes this rattlesnake tail in front of my eyes, he says something like, ‘this worked well because of what is INSIDE the tail’ or the percussion of the tail.   He then holds the rattlesnake tail very close to his ear and shakes it again while intently searching my eyes to make sure I understand this concept. He keeps telling me never to forget this.

My knowledge about “ions” is very basic; I have no idea what he was talking about.  I did do some cursory research on rattlesnake tails only to find that there is nothing inside them at all. The closest I ever came to snakes would come two years later during a tour of the ancient Mayan ruins in Yucatan.  At Chichen Itza during the autumnal equinox, we watched as the tour guide described the light from the sun creating the effect of a snake crawling down the stairway of this pyramid. He mentioned that the ancients believed the tail of this “sun snake” pointed up from the capstone to the Pleiades. So, Pleiades energy inside that tail?

And what do “ions”, “shamans” and “rattlesnake tails” have to do with this mustardy wedge shaped, time-traveling object?

So, back to the “curlicues” drawn in my journal:


Perhaps my imagination has slipped into overdrive due to my interest in the Rendlesham/Bentwaters “time travel” aspects of their experience. However, the dream about “planes crashing in the East”  just before 9/11/01 [near bottom of that page] also seemed wildly absurd and ridiculous to me before it occurred. So I’ll just post this here and see what, if anything, occurs around April or August 2017 involving a “time travel” wedge-shaped object. If not, maybe someone could use the material for a science fiction thriller :-/

[I just checked online to see when/if there will be a total solar eclipse this year since I sensed a “temporary regional darkness” around this event.  It appears one will occur on August 21, 2017 and—interestingly enough—will be seen at “greatest extent” near Hopkinsville, KY where the “Sleeping Prophet” Edgar Cayce was born.]

[Added 08/24/17] Interesting to note that on 08/17/17, a crop circle laid down in Sutton Hall, Essex, England has been interpreted as a possible “alien” radio tower schematic that might indicate a method of sending a “coded radio message from space…”.  I wouldn’t be surprised if sometime soon, something along these lines surfaces on a mass scale. But, time will tell.

My 1980 UFO Sighting near Rancho Seco Nuclear Power Plant

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It was sometime in August 1980 as I recall.

Bill and I were returning home from a long day in Lake Tahoe, CA. It was about 1 a.m. but the evening breeze was still very warm so our windows were down. We were driving on Grant Line Road, which served as a shortcut route bypassing the City of Sacramento proper. The only other vehicle seen on the road was a camper driving ahead of us. At one section it ran rather near to Rancho Seco Nuclear Plant, which could be seen lit up brightly in the distance. As Bill drove, I was peacefully feeling the breeze on my face as I stuck out my head and watched into the darkness around us. The stars were magnificent. Suddenly, out of that darkness a bright spotlight appeared from near the nuclear plant, as though its pilot had just remembered to turn on a headlight. It caught my eye of course immediately. As I watched it approaching, I was giving a little narrative to Bill about it, speculating that maybe it was a helicopter since it only had one huge bright light. But as it approached what I thought would be within earshot of us, I noted it had no sound…nada…completely silent like the night. At this point, my narrative must have sounded a little shaken because I recall Bill saying in a voice that sounded distant to me, “What? What’s wrong?” I don’t think I answered because by this time, the spotlight had once again turned off and all of a sudden I could barely see a somewhat triangular outline blotting out a section of the night stars that surely was no helicopter….and it was huge. I quickly glanced ahead and behind us for other vehicles and still saw only the camper, but way ahead at this point. My eyes returned to this craft, which was now almost on top of us. Silent and dark as though it were floating on an unseen cloud. No sign of disturbance of the environment below it.

Then, a wondrous light burst forth and bathed the entire craft in red halo. It was a transparent pulsing red, more like a glowing aura than lights. I was mesmerized and tried to absorb as much detail as I could. What I saw then (Bill still could not see it from the driver’s side) were portholes all around it, which were not lit from behind but dark against the red glow. I was amazed that even though we were traveling down the road at about 55 mph that this craft stayed with us. When I say “huge”, I mean my conservative guess would have been football field size. Although it had appeared rather triangular in shape when I first saw its outline, it seemed overall to be more of an oval craft. The bottom of it, which I could now see very clearly, also had portholes in many places. I was continuing my narrative but was not even conscious of how my description of this craft was affecting my driver. I just know that I felt a jerk when he stepped on the gas quite suddenly. I later knew that he had by then seen the craft on his side and was not going to hang around to see more. But it didn’t matter how fast we went; the craft seemed to keep pace effortlessly with us as it “glided” from my side to the driver’s side. The camper ahead was nowhere to be seen. I continued to watch as it passed completely over us very, very slowly and definitely as though floating. Then, as suddenly as it had appeared, it vanished–either by shifting into warp drive or by leaving our dimension altogether–poof! Gone!

Bill was not willing to talk about it. He did not believe in UFOs, he said, and that it had to be some experimental aircraft that flew out of the nearby Air Force Base (I think McClellan). As for me, I could not stop trying to draw what I had seen as the days went by. Even at work on breaks, I spent time trying to duplicate it on paper. But I just could not capture the awe of it.

I decided a few days later to call McClellan AFB to report this. I spoke with a very nice screener, and our initial conversation went pretty well. She asked general questions on location, time, etc. and then said, “Just a few more questions and I’ll let you talk with the officer on duty.” This is where I totally blew it. She asked me to describe it in detail. I started off well enough, describing the spotlight, red aura, and the portals, but then it flashed in my mind to say without thought “Actually, it could be described as a flying strawberry…I mean…uh…” End of interview. But….

A few days after that incident, I found a very brief news article buried in the daily newspaper that told of two men who were fishing several miles south of where we were that night on the river banks in Rio Vista. They had described seeing the very same type of craft, but they must have been wiser about how to describe it since they at least made it into the newspaper. I had to content myself with trying to draw this exquisite craft and take the guffaws from my friends and family, but I did not care. I knew what I saw and that was all that mattered. For Bill’s part, he denied later he ever saw it, which was sad to me.

I have not seen anything like it since, although I keep my eyes peeled. For me, it was an awesome, peaceful experience. Despite the chaos playing out in my life, I felt no fear whatsoever in that short time; in fact, I felt a fleeting sense of complete harmony and calm. I had this brief sense of clarity that there was a reason my life was unfolding in such uncharted territory that would in time be revealed. Just for that brief moment, I felt I was being looked after by something ‘out there’. What has happened since in terms of the direction of my life has been to say the least an interesting journey, but as I continue my blogs, snippets of my journey might be seen as patterns of Spiritual color interweaved in my outlook and writings.

So, are we being visited on this planet by extraterrestrials? My answer would be that rather than “visiting” us, our worlds are merging interdimensionally as the veil becomes thinner and transparent and somewhere deep within me is a sense that our changing Sun is somehow acting as facilitator to that end.

A friend and I were discussing over breakfast the interesting parallels between my sighting in 1980 and the Stephenville sightings Jan/Feb 2008. She remarked with a grin, “Don’t you think in the span of 27 years, they would have updated the style of their spaceship? ” to which I responded “Who’s to say that the one I saw in 1980 didn’t simply leave my time/space and a second later by their ‘watch’ end up in 2008 Stephenville? Hummm……

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January 9, 2017 at 1:18 pm

Phantom Images and Glimpses of Time Jumpers

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In the latter part of 1999 after I had moved to New Mexico, I was relaxing while reading one afternoon on my airbed in my 3rd floor apartment. All of a sudden, what I would describe as a “phantom” or “hologram” figure came running through the closed bedroom door, jumped right over me, and then disappeared through the opposite outside wall. He was short, wore a dingy white shirt, a brown belt or holster at the waist, had on a straw hat, appeared to be of Spanish or Mexican ethnicity, and appeared to be from a prior era such as the mid-19th C. Oddly enough, when he jumped over me, I had the very clear sense that he did not see me and in his world was jumping over a tumbleweed, rock formation or even a dead body (in his timeline). That was amazing enough but then, someone or something appeared to come running through the closed door behind him, but that figure completely faded before I could register any detail.
I would say this “timeline merging” incident was completely random in the sense that two or more timelines running parallel to the one we work through very occasionally “dips” or “merges” into ours. Perhaps parallel timelines are recording all events of all time but at different rates of “speed.” I draw it here (top line is our recorded timeline; bottom if slower moving recorded timeline.)


This is much different than the experiences of the “presence’ of mom during the time I was caregiving for my father (See ‘POPPY). In her case, it was perceived by me that she was interacting with us in a way that she was in essence “aware” of our present time, although from a an entirely different dimension altogether.
We base time in our world on one revolution of earth (24 hours). But what if there is some slower or faster rate of recording time’s events (18 hrs or 28 hrs) based on some undetected rotation beyond atmospheric earth or within it? Just a thought.

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January 9, 2017 at 12:44 pm

The Strangeness in My World Before Sept 11 2001

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Following are excerpts from my original journal entries recorded in the six months prior and on the day of September 11, 2001. As with most seemingly “unconnected” events in our daily lives, hindsight is indeed 20/20 vision.

03/02/01: I read today that Islamic fanatics are calling for the destruction of ancient Buddhist statues. IT IS A RUSE is screaming through my thoughts. This is a major red flag with the words let the games begin written all over it, and it is waving at the American public. If this act is allowed to occur, globalist forces will be after us next. This has nothing to do with righteousness but everything to do with manipulation. Powerful figures playing both sides [West v. East paradigm] to bring more war. Dark forces are vying for control and power. But it is the Light that will ultimately prevail.

03/21/01: I have been feeling that subtle vibration under my feet again. I first began to notice it around Palm Springs about ten months ago. Wherever I planted my feet, this vibratory “droning” captured my senses. It abruptly stopped when I reached the AZ/NM border. For some reason, the sensation is calling up a memory about an ominous scene I witnessed somewhere near Ruby, Arizona in 1998. Adam and I had traveled in no-man’s-land for most of the day. We rounded a bend in late afternoon, and saw a huge canvassed tent. It flew the skull and crossbones. The men wandering around had a paramilitary appearance and were not at all happy to see us. As they approached the dirt road, I immediately turned to Adam and pleaded with him to step on the gas! I don’t know why this vibratory sensation under my feet called up that memory, but it feels like something big is about to happen. (Note: With hindsight in 2008, I now have learned about the “Skull and Bones Society” and I really don’t think these guys were out playing weekend pirate games anymore.)

03/25/01: California is in the throes of yet another “energy crisis”. At some point, the people are going to pop like kernels of corn and once there is enough popcorn to fill the bag, we can hit the dark forces over the head with it–hah!

03/29/01 Dream: “I am somewhere in the Bahamas I think. I enter a cave and find Indiana Jones throwing a ‘cave party’! I mingle for a bit, then turn to leave. As I do, I pick up a stack of CD’s on a table then turn back to ask him if he is mining for silver. He says no, and I reply ‘Well you better start. Silver is going to become a priceless commodity.’” I don’t have a clue about the stock market, but my sense is that something hidden is going to surface soon.

04/01/01: The decision to bring down the MIR space station at this time must have something to do with the peak cycle of the sun. MIR is basically space junk anyway, but the sun’s intensity right now has the potential to disturb and even destroy a number of objects in the solar system. The planetary environment is sending phenomenal messages. The total solar eclipse will occur exactly on summer solstice this year. What a surge of restless energy this is going to bring! It will occur in the constellation of Cancer, so this could bring up energies that have to do with water resources, structural foundations, and major family issues, especially since the Moon is ruler of Cancer. The Moon will also be filtering a greatly increased solar energy, so a lot of deeply buried stuff could easily rise into the collective consciousness after this. So this is about family, homeland, subconscious. This may signal a cycle in which much chaos and disruption will undermine what we know to be security. But perhaps it’s time to rethink that issue, anyway. Solar photons are information carriers, and there may be a pretty powerful message coming down the pipeline…ummmmm?

04/03/01: What a strange day at work! Two coworkers were hearing voices, the supplies I ordered were lost; conference calls were disconnecting. It was pretty interesting to observe. I kept mumbling I’m willing to give up difficulty as I struggled to get a used toner cartridge to fit back into the box for recycling! Totally erratic energy is permeating the biosphere—totally.

04/04/01 Dream: “I am coming down a stairway leading to a fenced garden. Dead doves or pigeons are neatly laid out in wing-to-wing fashion. I am astonished. But the scene repeats. This time the birds are gone and a beautiful green grass carpets the yard. Someone awaits me, watching for my reaction. “
Well, this is pretty straight forward to me…a major probability is coming up. I vote for the green grass.

04/05/01: I read in the local paper that the co-founder of Microsoft Paul G. Allen has purchased the building in town that he and Bill Gates had occupied when they started the Microsoft business. His company is named Genesis. My first thought? This is not a nostalgic act. Placing the MS energy back into secretive, military NM seems like much more than a trip down memory lane. It so happens that Sandia Labs is planning some sort of Peace Lab that will straddle the US/Mexico border at Santa Teresa. It is stated that this project is an outreach to the poor communities by introducing new technology into their lives. I think it is not as altruistic as it appears. I’m also reading that President Bush has proposed slashing the budget for nuclear environmental funding for Los Alamos and Sandia. This means a massive reduction of federally controlled nuclear waste disposal alternatives and opens a wide door for private enterprise to make big-time profits at the expense of the environment. These have been presented as three separate news items, but a Genesis-Peace Lab-Government combo doesn’t feel right. In the same breath, the government has announced a major grant for the education of the Native American communities in this state. While this is wonderful for the children, my hunch is that it is a carrot to dangle out there so our brothers and sisters who have largely remained so close to the earth energies, will not fuss over this environmental issue. Magicians are indeed masters of illusion.

04/06/01: Went with a friend to the casino this morning. As we walked in, security guards were just everywhere! As we walked further in, it seemed almost comical to me to see more guards than customers! An “a-ha” flashed in my mind. It had to be about moving money! It struck me that all this intense, dense, paranoid energy was expended on a cart full of basically worthless paper! Why do we place such value on a pile of paper backed by nothing? With this insight, I broke out in a fit of laughter seeing all this energy focused on fear and greed. Boy, are our priorities screwed up…

04/09/01: It amazes me how the media thinks people are so disconnected. Two or three news articles have come through the pipeline about the solar flares. The Sun’s surges of photon energy are reaching all the way to planet Jupiter and beyond. They have measured the more intense electromagnetic hits Jupiter is receiving from these photons. Yet, the SAME media tells us that these rays are “dodging” earth. That is so blatantly illogical, I laughed myself to tears (I’ve been doing a lot of that lately). The bottom line is that earth IS re-entering a powerful photon belt after a 2,100+ year cycle. It promises to bring a phenomenal cycle of societal renewal to this planet, but the only way we can know this is by intuition and faith. The controlled media is not going to discuss it.

04/19/01: I have noticed how the morning sun has been filtering through very tiny particles of dust, and I just learned that this dust is coming from the Gobi Desert in Asia! Imagine that—all the DNA and ancient life we are receiving from that part of the world; into our bodies, our minds, our souls. I also saw an incredible sight the other morning as (J) and I gazed out our 8th floor office window facing the eastern mountains—a very strange cloud formation. There were two distinct zigzag lightning-shaped formations. The awesome thing about this was that one “bolt” was fluffy white, while the mirror image of it was very dark and dense. (J) Couldn’t make it out, but it seemed so clear to me. My first thought was that a tremendous energy is amassing in the atmosphere, but it would be useless to say that to someone who could not see it. “You’re reading more into it than there is”, is becoming a stale and old statement to make to me, so I’ll just jot it down right here.

04/20/01: I got a call from the home office today, and it really put things in perspective for me. (K) was calling about the month-end billings, and said “Oh! It would be devastating if we can’t get month-ends out in time.” Huh? Compared to what? If late billing cycles are “devastating”, then how would watching a child’s brains scatter in a street under the wheel of a cement truck seem to you? I have witnessed this. How about the feeling of having your arms protectively wrapped around a wife and daughter while helplessly witnessing the drowning of the husband and father? I have witnessed this. I really wanted to ask: “What is it that you value here? What is it that drives you to exhaust so much time and energy over a billing cycle? Doesn’t anyone see the Great Cycle to end all cycles, here? I resisted the temptation, though. Perhaps I’m feeling an internal alarm clock about to go off. A thrust of irrational forces seems to be pushing me off-center. I acknowledge the warning and silence myself. I cannot seem to find the concise words to express this, but “Give me liberty, or give me death” is running through my mind right now. I have no idea what that has to do with billing cycles. I am working in the corporate world, but I am not OF it. When I enter into this energy, it feels like a machine programmed to treat folders of paper like demigods. I push it away, but the lessons I am learning here are priceless.

05/03/01: It’s been an interesting morning at work. I’m feeling great, excited and expectant, but it seems to me like everyone is moving around the environment as though they are walking against the wind. A wave of feeling came over me just before lunch time. My solar plexus and heart chakras felt an expansive pull, but then it subsided, only to rise again. I had the thought that something huge is about to happen. I don’t think it’s going to be a pay raise.

05/22/01: The workplace has lately evolved into an odd quiet. February, March, and April seemed to float by in a blur. But May has brought with it some sort of stepping back and resting stage. Even the office meetings are unusually sedate. I don’t know how to describe it, but it’s like the calm eye of a storm, or like the Universe is holding its breath.

05/24/01 Dream: I recall discussing multidimensional concepts with a man. We are in a vast, endless void of space. I get the sense that something is moving under our feet – secrets. I recall being advised to have courage and inner strength wherever I find the ‘dark’ as it really is–a force requiring Light. Also recall a man in a very bright white shirt.
Well, this dream totally eludes me. My dreams are usually far more optimistic than that. Maybe someone is withholding information. Patterns do have a way of revealing themselves. Oh well, I just record these things.

05/29/01: We are experiencing a major manifestation of moths right now. The attending biologist is telling us that an unusual second hatching has occurred. This reminds me of the solar cycle which is unexpectedly surging back to a maximum instead of subsiding in its own cycle. Well, everything is connected, huh? Anyway, these moths somehow infiltrated our offices on the 8th floor despite tightly sealed windows. I began thinking about how moths are so attracted to light, they are willing to commit suicide by landing on hot halogen bulbs! And they do nest in dark places, too. My dream is coming up as I think about this moth phenomenon: Coming out of the dark in search of the light. These moths are signaling a message. I’m going to have to think about this one. In the meantime, it’s comical to watch the boss trying to kill them all.

06/02/01: The King and Queen of Nepal (near India), along with several members of their royal family, were murdered yesterday by the 1st prince, says the news. Quite a story, but this gets me thinking that worldwide political and religious powers and figureheads are facing their demons now. We will, no doubt, see more and more irrational events from these ensconced powers. A major but subtle shift seems to be in play here.
Chakra (my cat) has captured, then let go of yet another bird. Three birds in the past two weeks. What’s up with this? I have buried two birds and a lizard (That’s so Mayan… hah!) in the backyard, thanks to Chakra. But she is now catching them and letting them go once she presents them to me. I have been able to hold these three, give them a little Reiki energy boost, and send them off. Nature is fascinating.

06/03/01: That vibration in my ears came back while I was washing the kitchen floor. It has come and gone a lot since my trip to the Mayan ruins, but is not a ringing sound. The tone prompts me to close my eyes and focus on it. This time I saw five vague orbs or spheres in my mind’s eye. Very interesting to explore. I just observe it, then let it go.

06/06/01: I have been having a GREAT morning, but I must be having it in another dimension (hah!). I’ve been making all sorts of silly little mistakes this morning. It is a good day to double check all my work, that’s for sure. While in this very “light” mood, I again saw the faces of some of my coworkers transform into very youthful, innocent, glowing auras–even as they were seemingly agitated about something. I have been getting glimpses of this for a few weeks. But now, I just have to tell someone when it happens, because it is so beautiful to see. It’s like a mask melts off and an ageless beauty emerges for a very brief moment. Certainly they think I’m wacky, but it does elicit a smile. That’s what matters.

06/11/01: Timothy McVeigh was executed this morning. So, now you are in the mists of reflection. You are now being judged in the only true way anyone can be judged. Let your mark on this planet be a reminder to all that in choosing life we must also take personal responsibility for it; but also that the act of revenge killing keeps the killing fields alive–a double-edged sword. Goodbye, Timothy McVeigh.

06/12/01: Lots of negative energy operating in the environment. Now, if I really step out and away from the events, I can see a timeline; that’s the only word I can use to describe it. There seems to be a force present that resists this drawing in of positive cooperation and inspired thinking. It is a constraining rather than expanding energy, and it feels like the only way to stop it is to find it and shut down the feeding source. But what is it? Where is it? The scientific mind of the ancient Maya would identify it as a property of measure and movement (time and space), so this must be leading somewhere. We do have a very effective total solar eclipse coming up next week. It appears that many of us are poised for eventful things. Many of us are sensing something. Well, I’ll just have to let this go. But it is interesting to me that in the mists of all this, the building air conditioner broke down, leaving us all stifling in the heat.

06/13/01 Dream: “I am riding in a car with others as we go to the ‘snow country’. A TV screen is mounted on the dashboard. I watch it from the back seat as two people in the front explain what is going on (I don’t recall what that was). We are viewing a ‘live broadcast’ and the newsman is giving a guided tour on what we can expect when we get there. The further we drive, the more intense is the snow, and we ‘know’ we are approaching the place where the broadcast is being televised. On arrival, the newsman takes my arm and leads me to the summit to assist a circle of people as they seek shelter. They seem to be almost buried in a white, powdery snow. Well, that’s about as close to watching TV as I have come for a few years!”

06/19/01: As we approach the total solar eclipse, there has been an unusual amount of shark attacks on the east coast. The eastern coastline has been the focus of intense negative energy for some time now. The Egyptian airliner that crashed just off the east coast; the Elian Gonzales drama; JFK, Jr. That seaboard is awash in dense energy. I think it will be a catalyst of some major proportions, though. The eclipse in Scorpio in March of 1996 occurred in tandem with Comet Hale-Bopp, and manifested the Heaven’s Gate suicides. The time between now and the Autumn Equinox in September could be quite intense for family/home/emotional issues (Cancer/Water). We’ll see. I know I have seen a big increase in communication within my own family. I also know that is a good period to surf the wave—bend like the tree.
(Later–) The winds have picked up to gusts of almost 65 mph. The forecasters say it came as a complete surprise to them, but it definitely has the stamp of the current planetary alignments on it. All this, along with the sudden drop of pressure in the bathtub piping, feels like a prelude of some sort. With that, I now end this journal and take it to meet with all the others-a record of my journey. I am now ready to begin logging the events of the total solar eclipse and to observe a new cycle.

06/21/01: I begin this summer solstice volume puttering in my yard and drinking in the sights and sounds of the life going on around me. I began watering when three birds flew loudly into my pine tree. They were making such a racket, I was disturbed from my plaintive mood. But I somehow sensed the birds were calling a message. As I bent down to tend the garden, they came in so close to me I was a bit unsettled. But suddenly they all fluttered off and a lone dove remained, cooing against the sirens that have been heard around the city since 5:30 this morning.
(Later–): Very sad news. On the very eve of summer solstice and total solar eclipse, a Texas mother has allegedly murdered her five children in what is initially being blamed on postpartum depression. She apparently drown them (extremely strong Cancer/Moon symbology here). Texas is the home state of our President. I understand he was born under the sign of Cancer and so was the USA. Whoa. “Something is happening here; what it is ain’t exactly clear”—that old Buffalo Springfield song is dancing in my thoughts now.

06/22/01: Carroll O’Connor who made famous the character of Archie Bunker has died. His TV role as a symbol of the uninformed bigot has passed on with him. I send my Light in honor of his contribution to society; to learn to see how prejudice is so unfruitful. With the death of “Archie”, this perhaps is another signal of how the term “family values” is going to totally recreate itself—transform. Goodbye, Mr. O’Connor.
(Later–) The boss and I did a little unexpected “George and Gracie” routine that still has me laughing! He walked up to my desk and said;
“Why is it that eagles sit in dead trees all the time?”
I spontaneously replied “They’re waiting for the resurrection?”
In one of those awkward delayed reaction moments, we continued working when he turned around and said,
“Is that a Native American joke?”
We were almost rolling on the floor in laughter! Hah! Only now, I’m wondering why in the world he even asked that question!?!?!

06/26/01 Dream: Shopping in a mall I see a cash register. I see the number 119, or 911, or 117 on an LED screen. I become very aware that a very great debt has been incurred; something about this being charged to someone’s credit card, I think, and I want justice. I confront the ‘instigator’ and say I know all about what’s going on because I saw it come up on the cash register screen. Then, I begin walking among a group of people ‘looking for a way out’, and I show them another way. The feel of this dream was as though I were fully awake among sleeping people. Huh?

06/28/01: I received an e-mail from my granddaughter. We are both so excited about our journey through the southwest together! In just three weeks I will be heading out to California to see my family and to pick her up. I guess I’d better start making my travel arrangements.

07/02/01: I have a bowl on my desk that has “angel cards” in it. My coworkers have had lots of fun over the past few months picking out a joy card, or creativity card, or strength card; provides a little boost, I think. But interestingly, one employee left a little note, scribbled on a Post-It, inside the bowl today. On it was written “Continuously choosing the lesser to two evils is still choosing evil.” Seeing that note sent a chill through me.

07/04/01: Darn it! Chakra has brought yet another bird to the door! Perhaps there is an unusually high population this spring, or she has suddenly become an expert hunter.
The little life is in the process of transition now, and the other birds have been particularly watchful of this. They are coming right up to the patio door to try and help their little comrade despite Chakra’s presence. How unusual. But, nature has been very intense with odd behavior lately. A red-breasted bird has landed in the piñon pine on a lower branch. The deep red color struck me with its primitive, intense energy. Nature is aware of something and, on some level, I am feeling it deeply.
(10 min later–) The little bird has expired. It was amazing to see that final burst of unfettered energy that seems to precede death. After lying there so still and quiet, it suddenly flapped its wings and I was sure it had come back to renewed, vigorous life. But it was brief, and the soul lifted off. Just hours before Poppy passed away, he seemed to glow, too—his energy was immensely vigorous. I do believe that what must be happening is that a tremendous energy gathers to propel us to the other side. Some sort of rush of pure energy assists us in the journey and makes us whole again–restores us. What a miracle. The other birds are gathering around me, the dead bird, and even Chakra. Together, we are waving goodbye. This is no typical cat/bird tale–not to me. The other birds were tremendously tuned in and focused on the loss of their family member. Something is up here.

07/08/01: Why am I not surprised that [former] Congressman Gary Condit of California has admitted to authorities his affair with Chandra Levy? Politicians are great examples of hypocrisy. This same man came down hard on President Clinton over the fiasco with Monica Lewinsky. I believe Miss Levy was last seen on April 30th.
I also see that the United Kingdom is experiencing a demonstrative rise in racial tension; apparently, it is whites against Asians this time. I wish that each human being could have the experience of looking down UPON our earth to see how useless it is to swing swords at imagined fears. Yet, most do live in the illusion—even now.

07/09/01: Wow! Planets Mercury, Venus, Jupiter, and Saturn are all coming together in the next several days in Gemini and Cancer. Holey, moley; the next several weeks could bring some real explosive news, and by year’s end, The Weather Channel will probably be boring no more!

07/20/01: Vacation begins! I’m FREE! In the morning I will be on my way to California via Utah and Nevada; Britt and I are planning an interstate cave/canyon adventure tour…yes!
I bought “The Way of the Peaceful Warrior” to give to Brian before I leave. I somehow feel he is ready for this book, or the book is ready for him. When he saw it he reflected a minute and then said, “Mom! Remember that friend I had years ago? Mike? He had a red Mustang. I got in to it one day, and THIS BOOK was on his car seat. At the time, I thought it was a weird book but I never forgot it. But for you to give it to me now is even weirder! Thanks!” That’s interesting….
Well, California, here I come, right back where I started from….

07/22/01: Well, here I am in Springerville, Utah. I saw some awesome scenery right after Blanding and on in to Moab. Then, it was desert all the way to Price. I cruised in to the city with the Beach Boys singing “Round, round, getta around—I get around”. Cool!

07/25/01: I just heard on the news that a fire has broken out at Yosemite Park. This is interesting, because when I was leaving Springerville a few days earlier, a fire had broken out on the nearby mountain. I also just read that Calico Ghost Town near Barstow is burning. Yosemite and Calico are the first two stops on our trip back to New Mexico! What’s up with that?

07/31/01: Britt and I have had a great adventure! We’ve been to Yosemite-on-fire, and to a half-burned-down ghost town, and to the Grand Canyon (where the southern plateau is on fire!), and to Canyon de Chelly (where a man had fallen over the cliff just before we arrived). Oh, yes! We also were greeted by a dead albino cow at the entrance to the Hubble Trading Post in Arizona! Signs, signs, everywhere a sign.
We motored into Albuquerque talking about dreams. She told me she has had dreams about spheres in space, which is interesting because I have many such dreams. Maybe it runs in the family.

08/01/01 Dream: “I am about to take an elevator with others. A fun-loving man is the elevator attendant. We are supposed to go to the 5th floor, but before we do this, he takes us on a ‘test run’ to see if we will be comfortable with this; he calls it an “adjustment period”. I’ve also been having a lot of dreams about the number 5 lately; 5, and 11, and 711 or 911, or 119. Humm

08/03/01: Reading “Song of the Deer”. I just read the part where it speaks of how our animals absorb human energy and when present during a healing, they will take up the negative energy. “Your animals will literally die for you”, it says. Bandit, my beloved cat friend who comforted me while I took care of Poppy, was a great teaching in this. My 1998 journal entries attest to his honor and sacrifice.
When I am doing a Reiki session for a client, Chakra is always present. She moves into an intensely focused mode of quietude and usually positions herself at the feet of the client, but when the energy is particularly negative, she will back into the corner of the room and remain like a little sphinx through the entire session. My little healer cat.

08/05/01: In this moment, perhaps all of today, an undercurrent is running through me. It is a deep feeling, like I am unsure about something, but I do not know what that something is. This “sudden change” feeling has been with me since springtime, and I seem to be hearing my thoughts asking questions like – What now? What’s next? All of a sudden it is this feeling that a culmination of the past several months, perhaps back to last September in Yucatan and the Mayan ruins, is about to occur in some manifested way.
I just glanced over the CNN website and discovered that major flooding is occurring around the earth. Even in Massachusetts, where a water channel was discovered. They claim it is 100 times larger than the greatest channels on earth! Water, Cancer, Total Solar Eclipse; I have a feeling all this is setting the tone for the next major solar eclipse to occur in December, 2002.

08/06/01: I have been studying the Sacred Science of Geometry. Fascinating. I randomly reopened it to a page that talks about the unreality of matter. It talks about electromagnetic currents from the brain; left brain/right hand (electro); right brain/left hand (magnetic). As I apply this to my work in Reiki healing therapy, I am coming up with a concept on why it is that most of my clients remark that when the energy is being transmuted around their head, this is when they feel the most release and relaxation, and they experience some answers and insights about themselves. Being a left-handed individual, my magnetic hand is placed on their electro or left side of the brain, and my right electro hand is placed on their magnetic or right side of the brain. It seems to follow that my left hand/right brain dominance, placed with right hand/left brain dominance would naturally heighten a balanced sense of energy. I wonder how many left-handers are healers. After all, only about 10% of the population is left-handed. I want to explore this more thoroughly.

08/08/01: What a strange experience I had today! I was passing by the office of one of my coworkers, when I glanced out the window and thought for sure I had seen the 15-story hotel across the street full of black smoke and flames arising from the higher floors. But just as I registered the scene, it was gone! The building was completely intact and normal. It was just a flash vision that melted in a nanosecond, it seems. Whoa. I told a coworker about it but, as usual, I get the “rolling eyes” reply. Agh!

08/09/01: Another one of those precious, spontaneous, humorous moments happened today. I have a note on the Kleenex box: “Do not remove”. When asked why I did that, I replied that someone keeps moving it, and I want it right there because someone is always sneezing and in need of a tissue around here and I want them to have easy access to this box. A moment of silence, then (D) says “Bless you, my child.” We all broke out in healthy, unfettered laughter! Laughter that comes that spontaneously is one of life’s greatest restorative gifts.

08/16/01 Dream: “Literally, a knight in shining armor is standing on a board/plank, in front of me and elevated about 6 feet. This swashbuckler fellow is swinging a sword about as I look at him quizzically. Then he stops, and with the most sincere, intense, and focused demeanor he says to me, ‘You must believe that no matter what you see, no matter what you hear or feel, this sword will not harm you in any way. It is all an illusion. Do not forget that.’ “
How could I forget THAT? Wow! You know, this male guide or protector has been appearing in different disguises over the last several months. Sometimes he is a clown, or a comic jazz pianist, or sometimes just standing around on the periphery of my dreamscapes, observing and protecting. Whoever you are, thank you!

08/18/01: About a week ago, I lost my healing-hand pin, a little silver hand with a ruby heart on the palm. I was planning to go get another one. But today, I noticed that the backing had been placed on my desk. OK, so the janitor must have seen it, and the other part must be close by.
About that time, (J) comes by to tell me she noticed the backing and wondered what the rest of it looked like. After I described it, her eyes threw open wide. “It’s sitting on my window sill at home!” she exclaimed. She had kept feeling something on the bottom of her shoe while shopping after work last week and finally discovered it was this pin! At the time, she had no idea where it came from. I could not resist commenting on the vision that then arose in my mind, and I said “So….I guess you needed a healing hand on your…sole soul….huh?” We need to take this company act on the road!

08/25/01: A Sacramento, Ca. man has allegedly killed 5 members of his family and is still at-large.
The number 5 is becoming more and more prevalent in my awareness. Five is the number of upheaval and spontaneous change. Something huge is about to happen, I just know it.

08/26/01: What is this with all the car accidents in the area? Just today, I came across two of them at intersections, within about 10 minutes. Then, while talking with a coworker, we hear a clashing of metal and look down into the street to see another accident has occurred! Then, coming home this evening, yet another intersection accident occurs, off the main roads, and only a block from my home! I swear there are erratic energies just flying through the atmosphere! I walked in to find Chakra walking cautiously around as though stepping around land mines or something. She totally refused to go outside. Something is awry, that’s for sure. I hope my swashbuckler friend is close by; geezh!

08/29/01: The apparent string of auto accidents over the past few days is being manifested by a highly erratic, defocusing energy. The people driving these vehicles are not focused at all; it’s as though some sort of hypnotic energy is breaking down the ability to concentrate, focus. This also explains the memory lapses some of my coworkers have been experiencing, right in the middle of a thought. My own boss temporarily forgot how to spell the last name of HIS boss. He said the way he was spelling just suddenly did not look right to him…whoa. This is a good period for staying highly aware of surroundings, and noticing when those mental lapses are creeping up because this could get dangerous. Know thyself comes to mind as I write this.

08/30/01: My Native American friend phoned today. She said it is “too quiet“, echoing my own thoughts. It is like the Universe is holding its breath….still.

08/31/01: Oh, my.…another man has allegedly killed 5 family members [turned out later to be a total of seven people], in Iowa this time.
Three family mass slayings have been in the news just since summer solstice. These family/friend mass murders are humanly tragic and spiritually chock full of the signs of erratic, drastic energy shifts that are now underway. And there is the number 5, again.
(Later–) Dear Journal: We are just simply not in Kansas anymore. My cell phone suddenly became so hot in my hand a few days ago, I had to drop it. I took it over to the store on my lunch hour today, but the technician could find nothing wrong. He popped in a new battery for free, and off I went. But when I reached the car, the voice message signal alerted me. As I sat listening to the message, I got chills. It was a woman who called herself “Donna”. She said she had been held by five Cuban men at gunpoint for five hours and just escaped. She was pleading to have someone be at a bus stop in Ft. Collins, CO. Obviously, she had dialed the wrong number; she was calling “James”. As soon as the message was over, the cell phone heated up quickly and again died on me. So, what am I supposed to do with THIS bit of information?
I have no idea when this message was taped. Three days ago? Three hours ago? My phone did not register a call number. There is absolutely nothing I can do, and I just wonder why it was MY number that had to get this call. My phone is not the only thing heating up around here. And, by golly, there is the number 5 — AGAIN! I have seen more ambulances and fire engines over the past five days than I have seen in five months. All these signs are pointing more and more to a Uranus-like abruptness and upheaval. My plan? Observe; just observe and watch the illusion unfold, right Mr. Swashbuckler man?

09/01/01 Dream: Well, Mr. Swashbuckler Man appeared again, and he is dressed like Indiana Jones this time; just jumping around and pumped up with energy and action. But this time, I grab him by the white shirt he is wearing, and I say to him ‘Listen! It’s time for you to RELAX!’ With that, I push him backwards into a white porcelain bathtub. HAH! I’m really getting to like this guy!

09/03/01: I am reflecting on the wonderful celebration and friendship I experienced at the Acoma reservation a few days ago. My Native American friends invited me for a meal in their Acoma home. They began talking about how the ancient Anazasi and Egyptian structures could have been built. Even the direct descendants of the builders of these structures are stunned with the feat! Well, out of nowhere, a strong concept pierced through my darting thoughts: An ant carries 100x its own weight. A rather simple thought, I guess, but it reminded me of the Hopi ancient texts with the story of ants who protected and fed the survivors of each world age. These “ants” had extraordinary mental power.

09/04/01: I just have this nagging feeling that an abrupt change is about to shake up my life. I know that since April, I have been acutely aware of some great change. But, I believe I have become pretty resilient with change and flux, so, whatever. I’m learning to surf the wave. Yes!

09/05/01: I’ve been reading “Taking the Quantum Leap”; quantum physics at its finest. The author explains Einstein’s early theories, among which was that the discontinuities in the emission and absorption of light and heat were not to be found in the oscillating bits of matter producing heat and light; rather they were IN the heat and light energy itself! Bravo!
This instantly brought up in my mind a fascinating dream I had back in 1998, before I even gave a conscious thought to the Maya or the southwest, or to the Native American culture at all. But it was this:
A shaman (probably Mr. Swashbuckler in another disguise) is shaking a rattlesnake tail as he approaches me. With piercing and intense eyes, he comes right up to me and says, ‘Remember this; it is what is IN the tail that matters.’
That dream remained a puzzle until two years later, when I found myself visiting ancient Mayan ruins in Yucatan. At Chichen Itza, the sun manifests a perfect serpent during the fall equinox. The “tail” points up to the heavens from the top of the pyramid—to the Pleiades, the ancient lore tells us. Well, perhaps it is what was (or is) in the pinnacle of the pyramids that matters; something that perhaps has been overlooked, or cannot be seen with a 3D lens on life. I wonder what that could be. My hunch is that Einstein came very close to the answer to that mystery.

09/07/01 Dream: I am on a luxury cruise. The ‘excursion of many days’ is now winding down. Some crew members are preparing the ship cabins for new arrivals as I go into a wide open cabin/hall. There, people are receiving parting gifts. I am then told of a marriage that will be taking place between a crew member and a cruise guest. I then see other crew members hosing down beautiful, translucent crystals to make them clean and whole again. I am a little nostalgic that the cruise has ended, but it does seem like we have been on this cruise for a very, very long time.

09/08/01 Dream: About the numbers 1 and 5. Something about these two numbers being endpoints of some kind. I awoke and immediately reread the ancient teachings on the vibration of the number 5, and it finally hit me that many ancient texts talk about the “5th and last world.” That’s it! We are approaching the age of transformation now! The five-pointed star represents the 4 directions, with the “mental man” at the pinnacle, striving for higher unity. In the natural cycle of the Universe, we have come back around to some sort of “opening”; an opportunity to reach up into higher thought, higher dimensions. This must be the reason for the erratic Uranian energies now. It is always darkest before the dawn, and I think that maybe we are at the stage now where we are reaching the midpoint of the dark, and coming in to an age of light and renewal. Time to start anchoring the light. This will take many years to nurture, though. I would say almost a generation—around 2016-17. Time to start a new journal.

09/09/01: I begin this new journal on the same day as I finished the last one, because it just seems like a good time for new beginnings. (^_^).

Sept. 10, 2001 Dream:

Holey moley! A night of quite explosive dreaming overnight! I am just stunned!
I am standing on a wide open desert plain, but it feels somewhat like a surrealistic New Mexican town. I am getting reports that planes will crash ‘in the east.’ I look to the east and see 5 or more jetliners crash and explode in flames. I think that they have crashed in Iowa or Indiana because the letter ‘I’ is impressed upon me. But then, as I measure the distance in my dream mind, it occurs to me that the trajectory of the planes would put this further east than that. Then, after a pause, I look to the west into a fiery sunset, and I see the ‘mother of all airships’ flying at stunning speed. I turn to a woman standing with me who simply and calmly says,  ‘And so it has come…
This beast of an airship is spewing out flames all around and although it is flying at incredible speed, I am somehow able to see its detail. It is dark and monstrous and fierce; then it, too, crashes in the east. It just disintegrates. I recall saying over and over as the planes are crashing, ‘They are now atoms and particles pressed out into space, remnants of the human race.’

I awoke spontaneously and cannot even imagine why I would have such a dream.


Sketched in my journal, “planes crashing”

(Later) Strange morning: First thing, the front door alarms at work malfunctioned and created all sorts of problems. Then I get a letter from my son’s former wife and containing his birth certificate. With it was a short note, “I think Brian may need this soon.” After all this time, she sends it now? Then, I went to the bank to get petty cash and the teller suddenly could not count out the money! It took four tries on her part. And the company phone systems screwed up and started disconnecting everyone! On my lunch break, I walked over to B&N to go book hunting. Just as I was walking toward the entrance, a young girl came out and was walking toward me. Ordinary girl, just like any other shopper on an ordinary day. Nothing at all made her stand out among all the rest of us buzzing in and out of the store and through the parking lot. She was just quickly leafing through the book in her hand as she walked to her car. Nevertheless, when I saw her, my immediate thought was “Something is about to change. All this ordinary life is going to change.” I could not get that out of my brain. However, the strangest thing for me was that when I went to pour myself some coffee back at the office, the energy buzzing through the pot was incredible. I turned to (G) and said “We are most assuredly not in Kansas anymore, Todo.” That pot almost vibrated out of my hand! I don’t know why no one else remarked about that. The air feels like a rubber band is about to snap. I told one of my coworkers about the dream I had overnight. We were dumbfounded as to why I would dream such a violent dream when I am not experiencing trouble in my personal life and almost all dreams in my life were good, positive. But it gave us a chance to share some dreams and enjoy a discussion.

09/11/01: I am sitting in my van on lunch break trying to absorb what has just happened on the East Coast. The World Trade Center and the Pentagon have been attacked. I don’t watch TV, but when I came to work this morning, my coworkers were gathered around one. They told me two planes had crashed into the WTC; all I could say was “more are coming.”
I just heard Sen. Joe Biden say on the radio, “We are coming into a new reality.” He may never realize how much Truth was spoken in those words.

Since that horrific day in September 2001, I have heard a lot of talk about getting “the terrorists.” But, we have seen terrorism emerge from virtually every region of the world since the beginning. These “fanatics” are only the “swords”. But, what about the powerful forces using those swords, turning them INTO fanatics? The wars in our world will end when they are ended in our minds. And who is feeding those minds? Those who watch behind the scenes in high places and who understand the power of FEAR. That is the real war we need to win.

Written by Galactic Maya

January 9, 2017 at 10:40 am

POPPY: A Story of Life Through Death

(Originally posted at Yahoo Geocities, 2001.)

While caregiving for my terminally ill father in 1997 and 1998, I kept a journal of our day-to-day experiences.  It was not until months after he passed that I went back to review the journal.   I realized with 20/20 hindsight that a profound Spiritual transformation had taken place,  later culminating in a shared near-death experience.

This journey would see us move from self-absorptive daily matters to the wonder of wider realities in the Universe from psychic activity, visitations by my deceased mother and  profound self-examination to my father’s inexplicable descriptions of “plasma”. It was a life-changing journey for both of us and brought awareness and a much more expanded consciousness in that we are just one aspect of a much larger universe of consciousness; that there is indeed conscious life after death.

It is my hope that our experiences as he moved toward physical death will provide some insight for others.

Interestingly, these journal excerpts highlight observed current events going on at that time that in hindsight, have proven quite relevant to events ongoing in our world today in 2008.

20 pages

my poor attempt to recreate an 11/02/1998 dream
© 1998-2008

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