A Note on Conscious Creation

When lines blur between fanciful imagination and true non-local multidimensional perception, one need only remember that the "reality" being experienced is a fluid and changeable one.
If imbued with principles of gratitude, desire, surrender, and love, then whatever is wished for or perceived will grow and develop in its "realness," should the perceived object, situation, relationship, or experience be in alignment with Cosmic clockwork.
This is further amplified if the perceptive and creative being in question has consciously chosen to align him or herself with the living evolution of our Universe in a joyful, pleasantly anticipatory way.

Should your creations abort or crumble, know that your increased alignment is not far behind. Stagnation and/or sleepwalking is not being permitted.

In this case, surrender again to upgrades and blissful development, and devote your attention to the health of your mind, body, and spirit for a few days, purposefully avoiding your desired creation in thought and word, and when you feel cleansed of disappointment, re-examined the failed situation, seeing clearly where it did not align with your purest feelings of joy and purpose, and upgrade your intentions from that new vantage point.

Gargoyles

This one definitely goes under the category of "too odd to have made up."

This morning at about 2:45am, I found myself drifting in and out of sleep in the usual wee-hour-of-the-morning way. When I gently opened my eyes, I was surprised to see Lillithia, my beautiful little cat, perched above me and slightly to my right, sitting and leaning her head down in the graceful way cats do when they're checking something out.

Then I realized that Lill was asleep next to my pillow, and when I looked back at the shadow, it had transformed into the top part of a chair sitting next to where I was sleeping. 

Hmm. The chair looked nothing like it just had a moment ago... Oh well.

I closed my eyes to drift some more, and the next time I opened them, this time looking toward the opposite wall of my room, I saw another small (about a foot and a half tall, seated) somewhat feline shadowy being looking at me. I blinked hard and this time the shadow transformed into another benign object.

Hmm. I could have sworn that was just something else...

I still didn't think much of it (such is the yummy emotional cloak of sleepiness) until I began to do some multidimensional work. I just spent a decent chunk of time in Sedona, most definitely on assignment, both healing and activating aspects of my own consciousness stream and assisting others to do the same. I found myself being pulled back there now, zooming astrally across the landscape toward the red rocks, then accompanying some Sedonian friends deep into the mountains, flipping energetic switches and powering up aspects of the city that have been dormant for way too long. 

To assist in this work, the portion of my consciousness that still rested in Los Angeles activated my heart chakra, swirling my torus field and reaching it upward, toward the sky. When my energy reached the ceiling, a very odd sound jerked me back from my multidimensional travels to the space where I am now sitting and typing this blog post. I slammed back into my body at the same moment as Lillithia waking with a jolt, jumping to attention next to my head, looking at the window.

We were listening to a short, shrill scream or call, repeated about three times. It was not quite animal, and definitely not human, but very close. Half a second later small feet scampered across the roof.

Hmm.

At this point, I began to remember the odd "shadows" I'd seen in my room a few minutes before and replay recent events in my mind.

What exactly was going on?

Seeing shadows or patterns morph into beings and then back into recognizable (and often abstract or otherwise non-uniform structures) is a common way to use intuition to perceive other realms. It is one of the many versions of multidimensional sight, and it is very handy when on a shamanistic journey, whether the journey is purely done within oneself through meditation, or externally situated, such as on a walk through a nature preserve or park, made with the intention to connect with multidimensional beings.

What could I have seen just now?

Well, the creature(s) had reminded me of my cat, Lillithia. And since connecting with her, she has often reminded me of a dragon - so much so, in fact, that I am mostly convinced at this point that cats actually evolved from dragons (which I believe actually existed.) Have you ever really looked into a cat's very reptilian eyes? Or watched them hunt? Scales could have become fur over millennia... 

So although that particular theory is neither here nor there, as the similarities to Lill came to my attention I also remembered last fall's visit from a very magical kindred spirit of mine, who came to stay with me for a week from her home on the East Coast and reported seeing gargoyles on the roofs of houses in my neighborhood (including mine.) 

At the time, I didn't think much of it - I had definitely felt presences outside before (and still do, especially when leaving for the gym in the still-dark pre-dawn hours) and when she mentioned gargoyles, the energy of the concept rang true. That said, I hadn't woken to one leaning over me before.

But what about the scream and the scamper? That gave me pause. Did it get freaked out by my heart energy? If so, something must be done about that - I'm not particularly into beings hanging out in my bedroom who get burned by love...

So I took a look.

I sat up into lotus pose (my preferred meditation style) and began to balance my chakras. Once I felt all open and flowy, I sat my intention origin point firmly in my heart chakra, using that impenetrable energy as a shield (just in case,) and projected my consciousness onto my roof.

Yep, sure enough, smallish shadowy beings darted around me up there, doing the energetic equivalent of sniffing me.

In that moment, I came from a place of defensive offense - if they wanted a fight, I could give them one (albeit one of the heart - a great loophole way to get things done when it comes to clearing space without tying more karmic knots around yourself and an opponent.) That said, I'd much rather parley.

The conversation we had next was not a verbal one, but rather a communication made of feelings, mental images, and impressions of somewhat nebulous ideas and intentions. This is normal when speaking to beings who aren't human.

Yes, they live here.

Yes, they were looking at me.

No, they didn't want any trouble.

In fact, although their energy was not exactly fluffy, they also weren't unfriendly. I do think that there is a potential for friendly camaraderie there.

So I left them a warm greeting and a thought of openness to a chill and mutually beneficial relationship when needed, and I descended back into my body.

There are some people who have a type of racism against certain creatures - and gargoyles fall into this category of being seen as scary and dangerous. But in my experience, the truth is a little different - these are protective beings, originally dragons in the old myths, who have been invoked for centuries to keep places and people safe. 

They don't have to be scary.

And who doesn't want a posse of badass beings who can help when needed? I'm not turning that down.

We'll see what happens....

One more thing. When searching for an image to describe what these dudes looked like, this is the most accurate one I found. (No, they weren't grimacing or snarling, the way you see many gargoyles portrayed in art...)

Happy awesomeness hunting!

(PS: I'm still working on my next book, Starseed Wilding. It'll be about fairies, DNA activation, and other generally randomly interesting stuff. Go here for more info.)

<3

Juice Feasting

Today marks Day 3 of the Juice Feast that I'm doing with Viktoriya Kosta.

On Day 1, after having just flown back to California from a couple of weeks on the East Coast of the USA, I very altruistically helped my sister to clear her fridge of her very (almost overly) ripe fruit.
Yum.
Here was what I put in my first juice. It made LOTS of juice (enough for both her and I to be quite full) and I lovingly call it "Candy Juice" because of its intense tart sweetness:

Candy Juice
2 limes (peeled)
1 apple (core juiced too)
1/4 cantaloupe
1 thumb ginger (yeah, that means that the piece is roughly thumb sized...)
4 carrots
1/2 pineapple
2 cups watermelon
1/4 cup blueberries
6 stalks celery
3 cups lettuce

The Candy Juice was very yummy, but around the end of the day, I longed for something more. That brings me to one of the major tenets of juice fasting:

Begin making your juice when you feel the FIRST, very pale stirrings of hunger! If you wait until you're in the full throes of hunger, you won't juice. Your stomach will want solid food, even though the juice would likely be more nutrient dense than whatever you'd eat.

Viktoriya tends to be more hardcore than me about things like this, but one of this fast/feast's awesome details is that we're choosing to be very non-dogmatic about it. When we want food, we just eat it. Listening to the body is the name of the game here.

So I'm eating more food, and Viktoriya is going with the mostly liquid diet.

However, when we checked in yesterday (Day 2) on Google Hangouts, she mentioned that she's been having coffee and fruit in the morning. Each to her own.

This morning (Day 3) I made a fresh, tart juice without as much fruit as my Candy Juice but still with the sweetness that oranges bring and the cool smoothness that is a characteristic of cucumber juice.

Here's the recipe:

Classic Juice (this is a combo I often use in varying proportions)
2 Carrots
4 celery stalks
thumb ginger
2 cloves garlic
1 cup fennel
2 cups greens (a kale, chard, spinach mix in this case)
2 small Persian cucumbers
1/2 cup basil

This made me about 2 glasses of juice. Perfect.

One of my favorite things about juicing is the beauty of it. These bright colors don't come with cooked, deadened food.

Lillithia likes the carrot pulp. Fine with me :)

Viktoriya and I will be continuing the juice feast for as long as we feel like it, so if you'd like to connect with us along the way, then check in on her or my facebook feeds - we're posting updates there. :)

Unblocking

Hey, I remember this place!

What is it about a coffee shop and a little jolt of caffeine that sends writer's block packing?
(And by caffeine, I mean the power of suggestion alone - I haven't had more than two sips of my latte and already I have that antsy-idea-flowing-ness that tells me that this is a state of mind, not a state of caffeine high. Give me a half hour and the latter will be true. Right now, it's just the excitement of the place that is reviving my writing efforts.)

Writer's block doesn't work for me the way it does in the movies.

With each book I birth, there is a necessary progression of events that culminate in the literary stork bringing the box of crisp, brown-paper-swaddled newborns to my front door.

First, there's the tingle in my brain that tells me some new work is coming.
Then, my guides yell at me in meditation for awhile until I actually begin writing things down.
(I kid - kind of. They just remind me. Over. And over. And OVER until I finally listen. No yelling. Generally.)

Finally, I begin to document the flashes of memory, experience, and epiphany that course through my brain by writing down a word or two in random places. Currently in my collection I have a tea-stained pink sheet of paper torn from a notebook of my sister's, along with journal pages that I have to flip through and find, along with the ever-present scribbled upon Corner Bakery receipt. That last one is from about 15 minutes ago.

So perhaps the method could use some work...

Although, in my defense, it has been super cool to unexpectedly come across messy, crumpled pieces of paper every now and then stuck in books or old jacket pockets that were the embryonic beginnings of my first and second books. Fun to see how things grow and unfold through time, attention, and energy.

The next step in my process is the one I've been spinning my wheels on for the past couple of months. This has to do with downloading all of the swirling, fluid, living chapters coursing through my consciousness into my physical brain, translating them into words, and then sending them out of my fingertips and into an electronic file. There's a lot of time and energy that goes into that step, and I am completely unable to rush the process, no matter how frustrated I get or how many reminders I get from people who are waiting for the book. (Both things happen, but I also self publish so at least the only person really breathing down my neck is my slightly OCD alter ego that comes in strongly when it's time for me to clean my house or...write something.)

Each combination of unique letters, ideas, words, paragraphs, and images that exists has its own unique energetic vibration and even life force, and these things simply will not be rushed.

When first writing Journal of a Starseed, I was given instruction through meditation on how to imbue a written work with a living/spirit technological code that has historically been embedded in the sacred texts of the world - this is why you can open the Bible, the Koran, the Bhagavad Gita, or countless others to any "random" page after asking a question mentally, and receive an answer to the question you asked.

The way you do it as a writer is to imbue the work with an intentional vibration of consciousness that not only leads it to only those who are meant to read it, but who also reads the human being in turn as the book is read, and gives back the information needed for the human reader's evolution to the highest potential degree.

I know that sounds weird.
But...
Reality is fluid.

And if you've ever read a book or seen a movie more than once, you'll easily remember that each time, different words, scenes, and emotions jumped out and affected you. This is no accident. And as a creator of such things, why not take advantage of this?

(A quick note - this can go both ways. If you sit down to receive guidance in any way and set an intention to use whatever you're looking at or listening to for divination, you'll get the information that you need. As odd as this sounds, a "game" I often play when at a crossroads is to have a glass of wine, sit down in front of a high-vibe movie that I identify with, and look for signs that will help me on my way. Always works. And that is whether or not the creators of the movie had that intention while making it...)

Anyway, when things are flowing and when the new book is ready to be born, I just sit down at my computer and it flows out of me.

My entire life I've been told I had piano hands. Yet reading music is like sending a hack saw into my brain. Disruptive and unpleasant.
So what was the deal? I had to wonder this after the zillionth "piano fingers" comment.

Not true, my main guide told me once after bringing up the piano hand thing. I have keyboard hands. The computer is my instrument.

I remember that feeling of "Oooohhh! Yeah, I get it!" that came as a result of that statement.

Life is weird. Can't make this stuff up.

Anyway, I suppose I should stop procrastinating now and go work on this:

Hopefully it'll be done in the next several weeks.
Cross your fingers for me, no matter what your instrument is. :)

Snuggling with Seedlings & Partying with Plants

So this evening, as I'm sitting here watching Gilmore Girls reruns with my sister (which make us talk ridiculously fast for 1.3 hours after each episode,) waiting for a video to upload about my amazing Mount Shasta retreat that I'll be facilitating with the beautiful and amazing Leija Turunen, and, of course, spending time researching random things on the internet (I do my best shopping between the hours of 11pm and 3am,) I found.....these absolutely phenomenal little gems.

Wearable plants!

(find it here)

When I was a little girl, I got a clear plastic medallion that came with plant-growing gel, a seed or two to sprout, and even a little pink plastic baby bottle that you were supposed to fill with water every day to gift the seedling with a few drops of water.

(from kbheinlein)

Of course my 8-year-old self waaaay over-watered the plants so nothing ever grew for me (too much love, what can I say? Moderation is more comfy in this day and age...)

(WearablePlanter Etsy shop)

...but the idea still has a VERY strong pull for me.

(Living Moss Terrarium necklace from NaturalWoodland on Etsy)

Just think! The idea of wearing a beautiful, living, growing and symbiotic being around your neck. As a tree-talker myself, the company would be more than welcome.

(Etsy's NaturalWoodland again)

(and same)

And what a conversation piece.

(a little banana plant from here)

I've taken to only wearing crystal lately, and this covers both bases. Ah, gorgeous.

(A wearable air plant and crystal planter from RawEarth Studios on Etsy)

...And so after ogling necklaces for quite a while, I came across this article:

(Read the article here)

So which shall I do? Make one myself or order one already made? Each side has pros or cons. I'll sleep on it :)

Midnight Madness, Awesomely So

You know that your new sleep schedule is working when your phone alarm goes off at 2am and you wake up with the Mission Impossible theme song in your head...



It's funny 'cause it's truuuue.

The feeling that I know some secret that no one else knows still runs strong when I wake up in the wee hours, do a little puttering around, think up some crazily awesome shite, and then go back to bed.

For instance, tonight I'm pondering the connection between super healthy, vibrant bodies and spot-on intuition.

Is it any coincidence that many raw foodists are also TOTALLY into energy, healing, manifestation, and sacred, conscious living?
Or is it because their bodies are just so full of Light that it's impossible to be "numbed down" enough to not see what's actually going on?

(As a mostly raw foodist myself - I'll say the latter is the case. I've never been MORE plugged in than I am when I'm raw. I've come and gone with the strictness over the years, but hands down, raw food gives you the happiest, most joyous, and most freaking interesting life in the world.)

But on a more serious note, for most of you reading my blog, I'm aware that a lot of you guys have latent or not-so-latent psychic abilities, and that said abilities often run in families. Goodness knows, SO DOES CONTACT. If you're abducted, your momma and her momma and her momma were probably abducted too. (I'm not a fan of the word "abducted" b/c mine are definitely voluntary, but I'll go with what's in common usage at the moment.)
So...when we have psychic and contact stuff in our genetic line, there also pops up, from time to time, a little insanity.

Maybe insanity is too strong a word. I guess imbalance is what I'm after. Maybe some depression, some schizophrenia (which is what I thought I had when I first Awoke spiritually - until my "voices" saved my life and were always, always accurate...then I had to reexamine my whole self diagnosis...) Anyway, I have a theory on why this happens.

 I think that our genes are trying to get us to a NEW level of Human. One with all of the latent abilities that we've had in our genetic code since the beginning (and hence you have stories of extra-human abilities here and there since the beginning of man, often more easily accepted in ancient times than they would be nowadays, no less...)

One that would shift our world, because being able to do things like easily speak mind to mind, regulate one's bodily comfort like heat and cool, access the endless recorded information available at the level of pure Universal consciousness, levitate, and teleport would definitely cut down on electric bills, internet usage time, not to mention airline travel! Paradigms would shatter, stuff would shift...

...and only somewhat unrelated to that is what would happen to each of us physically and psychologically as we got used to the "new" way of doing things.

I'm not saying I can do that stuff, at least not most of it. Most of it is still just a thought in my head, a wondering, a knowledge that the keys are SOMEWHERE in there and I just need to find them and turn them to unlock a new way of existence for myself.

So do we all, really. And I think we will if we can just stay focused long enough to do it! Which caffeine, alcohol, clogging junk foods and neurotoxins in lots of the stuff we routinely expose ourselves to makes super duper difficult!

Which brings me back around to that insanity thing.

I think I've stumbled onto a "Eureka!!!" moment.

I think that what happens to cause that imbalance or insanity is that a person's circuits get blown out, so to speak. Too much information and energy running along "wires" that are too small or frayed to handle it, so there's a short in the system. And by system, I mean Human body and brain. Yikes.

I know this from experience - my contact experiences progress slowly, very gently, and I know that a LOT is wiped from my day-to-day, conscious mind. When I've requested faster learning or asked why I'm not receiving more info and experiences more quickly, I get responses that say something along the lines of,

"It would be exceedingly difficult for you to function well in the mundane society you now engage in if you were to receive the amounts of information you request at the pace that you request it. You must stay intact in order for you to accomplish what you must accomplish."

Or, in other words - "we don't want to break you because if we do, you can't do your thing."

Some would say that this sounds sinister, but it's delivered with so much love that I can't honestly say that I feel afraid at ALL. More like impatient. And this doesn't just happen with alien stuff, it also comes when I'm trying to access my own dormant information, a lot of which I've had access to in past lives and have now "forgotten," or put to sleep, in order to, I suppose, wake back up to it in this incarnation, figuring out how to get there, and by sharing what I find, light torches along the way for those who would walk the same path.

So...I also think that you are a LOT less likely to break, or crack, if you keep your body amazingly healthy! Which brings me back to raw foodism and such.

My advice would be this - you want to enhance your psychic awareness and other extrasensory perception stuff? GO RAW. Not 100% necessarily, but start the journey. That alone will jump start your progress. And exercise and dance around your living room and laugh a lot and meditate...basically, keep your circuits clear. Oh, and H.Y.D.R.A.T.E. That's a big one.

True story.

I'll say here again that to those who haven't experienced enough to break them at least somewhat out of the matrix, I know I sound like a raving lunatic. No surprises there. And I don't particularly mind. :) But for those who know better, well, you know better.

(cue the M.I. theme again.)

Live long and prosper! And goodnight, I'm back to bed <3

Epic shit take epic effort, usually.

This quote.
Is cool.
And I like it.

It's 12:30am in these parts and I'm up after having taken a sleeping shift from about 8:30ish to midnight. Finally, for the first time in days, I actually had the wherewithal to really get UP when my alarm went off for the middle-of-the-night awake shift, rather than just lay there and reason with myself-
"Okay, I'm getting up..."
"But I'm really sleepy."
"And it feels really nice to just lay here."
"But I'll stay up, I'll stay up, let me just do some deep breathing."
"Yeah, okay, this is working, I can just lay here and be conscious and that will count, right?"
"Okay, breathing...."
"....zzzzzzzzzzzz....."

The first perk of sleeping alone is that it makes getting up about one million times easier. Without someone warm to be snuggling with, the bed loses some of its appeal.

The second perk is that you get the ENTIRE space to use however you want. With the option to twist and turn and dance tangled in the covers with no thought in that unconscious physical place about allowing another person comfort, the bed gains some more appeal.

So I'm back in the middle... :)

But anywayssss...

 I'm up now, and now is good. I'll be heading back to bed in a bit and awakening at 4am to head out to Perris Valley, CA with my sister this weekend so she can do some skydiving awesomeness. It's her thing. And though I've been and sure it was adrenalinely rushingly awesome, I have a lower need for stimulation. I'd rather just go meditate under a tree somewhere. So she can skydive and I'll hang out nearby and do the second thing. :)

This week has been weird and sad and amazing and generally nutso. Life is changing so freaking fast! And I couldn't be more thrilled to be back in the "land of the living" technology-wise. I've found such awesome new friends via all of my work on the internet. It does have its drawbacks, sure, but it's also easy to see how the web has transformed the world in really beautiful ways.

And that leads me back to epic shit.

I have discovered that this is apparently Lightworker break up season all over the world! I won't harp on my relationship stuff b/c one of the things that I'm doing to respect my ex's privacy is not air out our laundry for the entire world - he wasn't so big on that. I've always been more of the in-public liver, from the beginning. But I always felt compelled to do so, and have even been told lots in meditation that one of my main gifts is just in sharing what's going on with me so others don't feel so alone, especially when weird stuff happens.

And weirder and weirder things happen all the freaking time! I mostly love it. And sometimes shite gets scary or sad, but afterwards there are always amazing lessons that yes, I am genuinely grateful for.

This breakup thing is kind of like that. The best thing about it, and the thing that I will never, ever take for granted, is that there's no betrayal or lies or nastiness or anything that usually causes divorce. My ex is really, truly, a beautiful, wonderful, intelligent and unique man, and I know he's going to serve the world in amazing ways. Just not by my side. But something I've come to realize is that truly, I wouldn't want to be with someone anyway who I had to convince to be there - I'll wait until 1) I'm totally healed and my field is clear of any romantic attachments for a WHILE before jumping in to anything else, and 2) someone shows up who adores me and wants to be with me, doesn't go back and forth and not really know whether having me in his life is a good thing or a bad thing.

And I can't judge too much - one of the huge things that happened in my own spiritual awakening nine years ago was that I broke up with my 4.5 year boyfriend, who everyone in the world (including us) assumed that marriage and kids was a done deal with. He was wonderful too. But he didn't believe what I woke up and found myself forehead-deep in. And it didn't work. With this situation, it's the opposite. Obviously I believe in all things spiritual, so this guy's awakening isn't hindered by constraints in my thinking. But I have a hunch that the opposite is true - I've already figured out so much of where my views and understandings of things lie, that I think that this may be just as hindering to someone just figuring the same thing out for themselves as my first boyfriend's non belief and comparatively closed mindedness was for me, no matter how sweet he was.

So there you go.

And here I am, partially heartbroken, but every day that recedes more and I realize that I'd looped so much of my energy through him and through our relationship that I'd been more or less starving myself in ways that I was honestly 100% unaware of.

Hence this HUGE, overflowing burst of inspiration and energy now that I'm single again.

Also, I'd lost my swagger!

And seriously.

You should never lose your swagger.

I missed my swagger without even realizing it was gone :)

I think I'd rather be single from here on out than lose my swagger again. Just sayin'.

So epic shit requires epic effort. And the epic effort doesn't seem to come in the doing of the epic shit - that comes through inspiration and energy and awesomeness, I'm finding. The effort comes in self-weeding, a.k.a. getting out all of those binds we put around ourselves, convincing ourselves in tiny incremental steps that we're weak and powerless until we, say, lose our swagger.

My ex didn't take my swagger from me. In fact, who knows what would have happened if I hadn't dropped my swagger on the sidewalk somewhere. But I did, without realizing it, and you can't love or be loved well if you've lost pieces of yourself as a result of the relationship that is meant to be icing on the cake of life, not the dinner entree - if you know what I mean.

Perhaps I'm being confusing. It is late. And I do write stream-of-consciousness style. But I have a hunch that a lot of you, especially you fellow Lightworker women, know what I'm talkin about - dontcha? ...

And now, I'm coming back! And the world is lighter again rather than being so heavy. Colors are brighter. And I'm going raw mostly again, which adds a WHOLE other level of awesomeness. Also just ordered some ormus. Whoooa. Can't wait for that to get here.

I'm pretty positive that this will be an AMAZING year. And since we're about halfway through, this realization comes not a moment too soon.

I think the main work now is to move OUT of the way of things and just settle back into enjoyment and inspiration, moving when I feel moved to move. Ya know?

And that's how the epic shit will arrive. At least, that's how it always has before.

Ok, off to bed again. Y'all have an amazing weekend. I'll be here and there. Video ideas are flowing like water these days, it's nuts. As I type I have a list of like 8 more that are all in my head, waiting to be recorded. Should be fun times. And more is in the works, like a web class and a new radio show I've been approached to host and a potential long-term trip to Hawaii and just other really amazing things.

But after the grounding year I've just had, the danger from floating away as a result of all the amazing things going on right now is minimal. A benefit of being brought down to earth.

Nothing wrong with having your head in the clouds (or even farther up, in my case,) as long as your feet are on the ground too.

It's a beautiful planet - quite a nice one to have you toes touching, anyway :)