Tag: empathy

Re-cognise (recognoscere): despite a bad case of planetary hiccups

Latin|   Re: again      cognoscere: know

June 4th at 4 am: full bright moon, with Saturn and Jupiter flying behind like a tail on a kite…

It would be too soon for every point in time to become now in the universe – too soon for that type of convergence, at least for me. The diversity, the many nows are all too fascinating, so I guess, until I am all done experiencing them I need time. Time to explore different constraints and the talents, the knowings, those constraints create.

I often wonder where-when-who my parents are now. If they are reborn, or if, because it’s all simultaneous – it’s a weird dichotomy for someone who is in time to try to configure in their brain. Outside of time all is now, however, living inside of time expands a minute to minute awareness. Looking at my dog who is resting beside me and my garden, I realize that I am not the only one who is currently ‘inside time’. But reaching for the feeling of my parents I realize I can still feel their livingness somewhere/when inside me. They exist.

They say you choose your life – I chose an interesting one, not a peaceful or a happy one – but interesting. It has taught me much about compassion, sameness, forgiveness, loss and especially the many faces of love. I feel like I have sooo much more to learn, but I also feel like I just might have done what I came to do – this time.

I came in with a lot of wisdom – either that or I have had tons of help from lots of friends to know what I just seem to know. Grant Cameron talks about consciousness raising or opening experiences that include NED’s and ET or ED or paranormal contacts. I don’t remember having much of any of that, but I seem to know stuff that I don’t know how I know it…

For example the first time I ever heard of a sentient ship was I listening to an interview of David Adair by Kerry Cassidy – the very first one – years ago on a trip to Chi town and I was on I65 at 80 miles an hour crying because I remembered – I felt it so deeply in my soul it hit like a blow. It wasn’t just a reaction to the idea like, oh that’s cool – it was like a full frontal memory/knowing slamming into my awareness – I knew what that felt like and I loved it, in fact, I missed it terribly. Do I remember being taken up to the ship and being taught how to fly the craft? Nope! I remember knowing, valuing – loving even, being with an intelligence that was a craft, but I wasn’t abducted and taught that – it just ‘was’ in my being. I recognized the experience –

Something in me remembered.

This is how I ‘know’ stuff, all through my life. Many inner shaking things come to me that way. I recognized Adamski’s message about frequency domains (dimensions) when I read it. I recognized the alien message in Star Trek when I saw it – I knew it all my life, but Star Trek said it. I met the planet one ecstatic morning driving to work on a particularly gorgeous day when my heart was exploding from the sheer beauty of it, and I ‘felt’ the earth, The Gaia. Her.

Which makes me wonder if there is part of me in each frequency domain living a life there with all its experiences and this recognition I feel so strongly is a sort of a bleed-through? Unity of some of the selves? Which led me to consider: just like time is simultaneous, but we live within it so we experience it differently, if space wouldn’t be the same as time: everywhere is right here… it would make the simultaneous transition from place to place of these crafts and beings an easier thing to puzzle out, surely. It would almost have to be true if its true about time because: space/time – time/space.

Once I had a dream about learning to change my frequency to go anywhere at any time and I was terrified of not remembering how to get back to where I left – i.e.: getting lost. Really, I was worried and heart hurt about loosing those I love and never seeing them again. The lesson ended at that point – of course. Thinking about that dream I realized that moment to moment I change, yes, because of what ever experience/information/perceptions I had where ever/when I would go to, that I would be changed anyway, that I could never get ‘back’ to ‘from whence I came’. But time does this to us while we sit still moment to moment: we and all around us are different and can’t go back, but we don’t have to be lost. Nope, we don’t. What the heart loves cannot be forgotten and that is your beacon through time and space. Re-cognition/remembrance, love, perceptions, feelings. Connection. There is no back to, only love connects, so you can’t loose anyone. So, my parents are not ‘here’ but they exist because I can feel them inside me. They exist, just not in my current frequency focus. They are a different frequency.

So now I can understand how you travel dimensionally – if its everywhere just like it’s everywhen then you don’t have to worry about getting lost – you just recognize the when/where and it’s there because so are you. I can feel that in my gut – I ‘know’ it. I just don’t know how to ‘how’ it… but someone else will because if I can finally ‘get-it’ others have too and someone will figure it out – this was a big energy/download that was floating free in the air this morning… it gives me hope the planet it coming right along, despite a bad case of the hiccups.

To what purpose?

About Tuesday, I began waking up with a knowing that it was over. Whatever ‘it’ was. That everything was ok, and was going to be ok. Nothing in the outer world matched my feeling. The CV#’s had only begun to shift down and there was hype about everything, supplies, ventilators as killers, chipped vaccines, tests that gave you the ‘V’ and mandated testing, mass graves in New York, alien invasions: in fact, the theories had only gotten crazier, wilder and spun further out from reality.

I’m talking about the reality in front of your eyes, the one where you step outside and everything clicks back into focus. The swimmingly weird and wacky on line world in one second being decimated by the truth of the world before your eyes, the trees, the sun, the flowers and the hum of life. All it takes is to stand outside and inhale one breath and ‘BAM’ reality is there and you are immersed in the real truth. That is something that cannot be denied – maybe that is why they want us inside?

There is a ground swell of ppl who are beginning to understand how the fear-porn idea works and are waking up to how tired they are of being made to feel that the world is their enemy. There are a great many people who are beginning to feel gratitude for what is right under their noses, who are praying prayers of hope and gratitude for all the right reasons in their lives. There are a great many who are beginning to question what they are hearing in the news, question the political agenda behind this ‘plandemic’ and exactly what is being done to them – esp. after the 911 lesson.

In one way this seems like a numbers game to me – if just enough people could get together for a world meditation, if just enough people could wake up, if just enough people would believe in the CV, if just enough people would get angry enough at the current shenanigans, if just enough people would believe in the inflated CV numbers, on and on, ad nauseum.

Its like there is a tipping point in people banding together that is a magic bullet, that would sway things to one way or another, and everybody is out to grab as many souls in their camp as they can. A weighted numbers game… and its like it doesn’t matter what you say, so long as you can create group cohesion – tell the people what ever you need to, no matter how outrageous it is, just so you get them on your side and keep them by what ever tactics necessary.

There is strength in numbers. There always has been. Numbers have created nations. And a well known tactic has always been “Divide and Conquer”. Presidents have spoken:

During a speech before the United Nations in 1987, President Ronald Reagan spoke longingly for the world unity that would happen if aliens invaded Earth.

He said:

“Perhaps we need some outside universal threat to make us recognize this common bond. I occasionally think how quickly our differences worldwide would vanish if we were facing an alien threat from outside this world.”

http://www.msnbc.com/msnbc/flashback-reagans-vision-unifying

This ‘Plandemic”, however, has gone the other way in its effect on us – on purpose – IMO. Why? Well, that’s up to the analysts to figure out, because I have no idea, but we are divided more than ever now. Conversely my first instinct is to NOT be divided. To let your neighbor believe as they will, but realize we are all connected as we are all made of the elements of this earth, in it’s infinite variations of that life and we are all part of a web of glowing, pulsing energy so interconnected that no idea should be able to separate us – except by our choice – and then only mentally because what separates us are only ideas.

AND

We are being divided with purpose and aim and driven apart for a, or a multitude of reasons. We are being told to stay inside and not reconnect with nature because that totally dispels this divided feeling. My instinct is to ask why and go beyond ‘divide-and-conquer’/’strength-in-numbers’ thinking. It is almost like they wish to cleave us from the energetic bond we have with earth, pry us loose from the planetary connection and our sense of humanity.

To what purpose?

Paradise…

Paradise

Coldplay
When she was just a girl she expected the world
But it flew away from her reach
So she ran away in her sleep and dreamed of
Para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise
Every time she closed her eyes
When she was just a girl she expected the world
But it flew away from her reach and the bullets catch in her teeth
Life goes on, it gets so heavy
The wheel breaks the butterfly every tear a waterfall
In the night the stormy night she’ll close her eyes
In the night the stormy night away she’d fly
And dream of para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
She’d dream of para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
And so lying underneath those stormy skies
She’d say, “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I know the sun must set to rise”
This could be para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
This could be para-para-paradise
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
This could be para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
This could be para-para-paradise
Oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh, oh
This could be para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
This could be para-para-paradise
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Source: LyricFind

Everything Changes: an anthem of our times.

Everything Changes

Julian Lennon

Tired of this world, all the good that we do

Never seems to get through, it’s a shame

We’ve pleaded for change but the wars carry on

Whether you’re weak or strong, don’t you know?

I can change, you can change

Everything wrong with our lives

We can change all of our lives

Everything changes everyday

We’ve got to find a better way

And on our hearts we’ve got to pray

For something better than today, everything changes

Tired of the lies, all the people in pain

We all suffer the same without love

We can’t carry on with the hunger, disease

And the threat of you dropping the bomb

I can change, you can change

Everything wrong with our lives

We can change all of our lives

Everything changes everyday

We’ve got to find a better way

And on our hearts we’ve got to pray

For something better than today

Everything learned from history, can’t you see?

Life is meant to be you and me

Watching the sun go down

Turning your life around

Everything changes everyday

We’ve got to find a better way

And on our hearts we’ve got to pray

For something better than today

Everything changes

Everything changes

Dog Germs

I’ve wanted to write about ‘the virus’ for some time now. But what to say? I don’t know enough science to give you any information that can’t be found on line, and I’m so bad at math that the stats go over my head unless someone explains them to me. Since my husband’s liver transplant and his arrival Dec.26th at home we have had to use tight sanitary protocols, not sterile, but close. I’m already stocked up on hand sanitizer, TP, PTs, Clorox wipes, gloves, masks, you name it, we have it. We have had to avoid crowds, restaurants, movies and the like anyway. And just as our restrictions were opening up, BOOM! We are back to what for us has been the last three months.

Any woman will tell you she loves her husband, but being sequestered with an ornery man for that long will test the limits of anyone’s marriage and patience. I always heard the jokes about retirement and never really thought too much about them until now. Well, he retired and got sequestered all in one day… He took over the entire household. The TV in the family room connects to our kitchen in kind of a great room. I’m trying to cook and do nourishing energetically healthy things for him while the annoying sound track of TV programs like “Shameless” and live action cops of Alaska play loudly in the background of my daily life… When I had finally had enough, I bought JV ear buds. Those things saved his life. Really.  Gotta love amazon.

Anyway, the house used to run on such a glorious schedule, everything being done before he walked in from work, house cleaning and the like, grocery shopping, meal prepping, me writing my occasional article, listening to pod casts while I vacuumed and did laundry… it was calm, ordered and chugging right along.

Yeah, three months ago that all exploded. However we have learned to deal with each other, how to stay out of each other’s back pocket, how to be more than bickering children to each other when we were upset by giving the other some breathing space, you know, normal stuff that nobody practices in the world anymore because the world doesn’t give us any time to really be with each other. We are already in the groove. It took some work, but now it is worth it. I remember back in 70’s on weekends when it used to be this way at home with my parents, before cell phones and before computers. How quickly we have forgotten how to be with other people, even those we love. With things the way they currently are, we are getting a chance to remember how to do this again.

Including our dogs. Like taking a walk with your dog while not looking at your cell phone, paying attention to the world around you and experiencing it with your dog as you walk, having a quiet conversation with your dog… they do listen. They love mental pictures by the way, if you don’t believe me send a picture of a dog treat to your dog and be ready to give him that treat, just saying. And if you’re not too full of media, they will send you images with impulses to do stuff too…like feed them dinner.

And oh yeah, the only type of germ I couldn’t protect against when my husband came home were Dog Germs. He was immediately slobbered to death, 5 days after a liver transplant. They never left his side until he was out of his worst pain. They did as much towards healing him and making him feel better as I did, maybe even more because, Dog Love, Dog Germs and all.

Faith

Weird, odd… I have always known – since I can remember about other worlds and crafts and people. Always. I. Have. Just. known. Is that faith? Because I know something there is no proof of? But it is still worlds away from ‘real’ life, and real life is the thing that is gar-un-teed to bite your ass if you do not attend to it.

Interestingly, it puts those other worlds, peoples and technology in a position of being a religion – a faith, by the sheer virtue of something you can never see, but know exists, because you were born knowing it.

On the way back from my son’s house after doing haircut Saturday I was listening to Richard Dolan and Grant Cameron in their new part 1 interview from the Toronto convention. It struck me that they sounded like two Rabbis arguing the Torah, or 2 priests discussing points in the bible on philosophical proofs of God by dismantling the events and evidence left behind and positing the meaning of it to glean a deeper insight to it all. They both agree on an ‘unproven’ that exists – enough to pursue it with great vigor.

It struck me that I was seeing a very modern and intellectual reflection of a cargo cult – or what we now would look like trying to unravel the scanty evidence we have to make a different sense of it. We know better than to worship it, or do we – as the time and effort many put into this subject could be considered worship of a sorts.

Really all we have are the results – all around us – to look at like a forensic crime scene investigation building events backwards in time from the evidence – the end point of the event to possibly understand what has actually happened in a 3D manner. Yes, a big part of that evidence is the lying and secrecy.

It is said that Pisces was the age of external evidence and that Aquarius is the age of internal evidence; of religion vs. spirituality. But really, this whole world runs on faith.

Faith: 1) a strong belief based on internal apprehension rather than proof (proof = external evidence) 2) a complete trust in someone or something

Proof, in the way we want it on this subject just may never come in the form we want it. But, in the internal, faith is proof – a knowing, an apprehension. It only becomes real when you step out of the body. It cannot be 3D.

The only difference between faith and proof is that faith is direct understanding and proof is external understanding. The one sticking point is that external proof can be shared. Internal apprehension cannot be shared, except through story – a recounting – we are not telepaths, yet…

When understood then, there are two distinct states of being – neither superior to the other – just different, like cheese and fruit, complimentary, but separate. We take all here that isn’t 3D on faith – apprehension/understanding, which makes me wonder if faith isn’t the doorway through the veil because there are two sides to mankind: the body and this brilliant mind/soul that lives within that can see and imagine and dream, travel the universe and back, touch what is not manifest but altogether real without proof and actually know that otherness that is out there by going through this inner doorway into absolute wonderment.

That these two worlds are considered separate and care must be taken in everyday life to keep them separated – that never the twain shall meet – but shall live in one body is, well, the confusion of the age.

“Running On Faith” lyrics

Eric Clapton Lyrics

“Running On Faith”

 

[Chorus:]

Lately I’ve been running on faith

What else can a poor boy do?

But my world will be right

When love comes over you

 

Lately I’ve been talking in my sleep

I can’t imagine what I’d have to say

Except my world will be right

When love comes back your way

 

I’ve always been

One to take each and every day

Seems like by now

I’d find a love who cares just for me

 

Then we’d go running on faith

All of our dreams would come true

And our world will be right

When love comes over me and you

 

[Chorus]

 

Then we’d go running on faith

All of our dreams would come true

And our world will be right

When love comes over me and you

When love comes over you

 

From <https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/ericclapton/runningonfaith108919.html>

https://youtu.be/mDBnqBZA3DM

We are Beasts

About the alien autopsy (s), plural, because you find out from LMH’s Wednesday broadcast that she spoke with Ray Santilli, and Santilli directly interviewed “JB” who filmed not only the craft, but the Autopsy (s). Of the four bodies, one was alive, and one was the least damaged of the four and it was autopsied first. The ET that was live lived for two years, and upon it’s death, was autopsied in a large theater, with many watching and purportedly, Truman sat in on it.

In this broadcast Linda relays the interview Santilli was finally able to get from JB who wished to be anonymous. This makes my heart sick.

They waited until first light to even see to the bodies, which were alive, and crying out and in pain. When they did gather them up they had medical personnel look at them because they were so badly wounded. They then proceeded to tape and tie down these wounded people to transport them all the way from Sirocco, Mexico to Right Field in Dayton Ohio. This was in 1947, air travel then was slow. Imagine the agony those people felt – the actual physical pain, because you knew they were feeling it due to the crying that they could all hear even before they went into physical proximity to the craft. I personally wouldn’t let my dog suffer like that – much less tie and (!) tape him down for a 3 hour period while I got him to the doctor! And with the treatment they got, it isn’t hard to imagine that even then they were not given any empathic care or simple kindness.

Further one of the beings lived for two years after the event. Well, this is the one who was autopsied in 1949 in the large theater in front of many people and is where the extra information about what they found in the interior thoracic cavity and brain were garnered.

I am led to wonder if Sgt. Stone wasn’t one of the military personnel there because if you listen to any of his interviews about crash retrieval, he is always upset. I think I would be too if I had to wittness this inhumanity to any being at the hands of another human. LMH says she thinks and has heard that they were clones. Even if they were IT WAS OBVIOUS THEY WERE IN PAIN AND DISTRESS and nothing was done. Since when does a human being sit and watch another living being in agony and DO NOTHING ABOUT IT !?!? I also think that this is where we get the story of the alien being that was held somewhere that people have talked to and were scared of. ‘JB’ was scared enough to have needed to call them ‘freaks’ so he didn’t have to look at the fact that they were real, like he was, and maybe he was just as sickened by their treatment and needed to call them freaks so it didn’t seem so bad.

We are xenophobic, color phobic, disability phobic, body appearance phobic – for that matter we are phobic-phobic. The only thing this works for is war. War is a good excuse to go and wipeout anything you are phobic about… nobody seems to notice our phobias are weaponized and monetized… jus-say’in…

It’s a horrible thing to admit, to watch, and a terrible pill to swallow to think that this went on, not several times, but many and that we are so brutal. We are beasts. I am ashamed to be grouped in the ranks of those who would do something like this. Dr. Greer call them sociopaths. I think they are psychopaths – totally disconnected from humanity and any kind of human kindness. I think that may be why it is so easy to call the Santilli information and film a fake, because then we don’t have to admit that it happened.

So far the military have been the main mode of contact with other beings for 100 years. I would have quarantined this planet for another 100 years had I been in the visitors’ shoes. And yet they haven’t. There are CE5 programs out there Like Kosta Makreas’s and Steven Greer’s that have been going on for quite some time.

In the meantime, think about our role as beasts – think about if you would choose that role, think about the Alien-As-Bad Guy meme. I’m tired of it all. I’d like to think I might have grown beyond it. How about you?

Sgt. Clifford Stone

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5W_3aneRPOg&list=PL6sUc4cwrVTsL8e6P8NIvEHOmOA52Pj3E&index=2

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lK7xJ-qA_58&list=PL6sUc4cwrVTsL8e6P8NIvEHOmOA52Pj3E&index=5

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uC4t1FEk5LE&list=PL6sUc4cwrVTsL8e6P8NIvEHOmOA52Pj3E&index=16

 

Song

Because of this body and the soul that inhabits its chambers, because sound is slowed light, humans have a unique gift to give the universe in this particular frequency, that of the song of our souls. The song we make is the envisioning of our divine connection and as it goes out it ripples through space time cleansing, healing, envisioning, loving, longing, endlessly, caressing all that it moves through.

Our creation of sound is the art of our souls, the molding of light, the free giving of the teaching of ourselves. Sound is light, light is sound and therefore can and does profoundly change us, open us, reaching the next vibratory level of our expression.

Sound opens the third eye, the pineal, for which of us doesn’t immediately see inner landscape with the songs we listen to? Sound will be/is that doorway that we will step through when we open to the next reality, when we travel through our soul to other places, other realms.

Sound / color / form. Sound is the dance of light, the dancing of emotion – energy in motion through creation. Sound is the intelligence being playful, begging to be joined, to be danced with. Lifted, transported like a stream of spinning light floating up and down the mountains and valleys of energy in the cosmos on an endless journey through this time and space. In our other parts, we are this dance, this endless journey through the cosmos, cruising on endless rivers of creation and discovery. Sometimes stopping for a sojourn on a planet momentarily for a thousand lifetimes only to once again journey on.

All is music. This planet sings with all its heart and all upon her sing too, our trees and plants, our whales and dolphins, our elephants, our wolves, our human hearts. It is how we see into each other. It is how we share beyond words. Our music is special for that reason. It is the sum total of our souls. Its beauty echoes beyond our planet. It is the root note of love that is the signature of this place.

It is our hope.

It is ours because we are it.

 

https://youtu.be/e6hEvSvpx7M

nonlocal

Consciousness, all of it, is non local. Memory, cognition, learning, imagination, and emotion. What we have in a body is a finely tuned instrument through which to perceive a specific frequency range in minute detail. Talk about tools…

This interview of Dr Monica Gagliano by Gordon White is a fine example of this.

This week we welcome to the show Dr Monica Gagliano. Dr Gagliano is an evolutionary ecologist and the author of the fantastic book, Thus Spoke The Plant. We chat about her experiences running experiments on plant communication and cognition, as well as her experiences learning from and with both indigenous plant teachers and plant spirits themselves around the world. Very much my jam.

***Show Notes*** Thus Spoke The Plant. https://www.amazon.com/Thus-Spoke-Pla…

Monica’s Website. https://www.monicagagliano.com/

Monica on Twitter. https://twitter.com/Monica_Gagliano

Monica giving the keynote at Bioneers 2018. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=90BUQ…

From <https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QFecYbdpXT4

I don’t care that science thinks the current quantum consciousness theory a bit out there, or completely bogus. It is people like Dr. Monica that are asking the real questions and are unafraid to shout it to the skies that count. Listen and listen carefully to the above interview. She has proven plants learn, therefor they have memory.

My trees are beings. You who read me know about that. Just like the singing plants of Damanhur (which some people have had fits over bc it doesn’t in any way fit their world picture) are, when given a voice constantly communicating beings.

Just because the tool you are currently using is incapable of noticing this phenomena in 3D doesn’t mean it isn’t happening either. Really.

The real stuff happens nonlocally, whether you like that fact or not.

Period.

https://www.huffingtonpost.com/aimee-heckel/plants-dont-have-mouths-but-they-can-sing_b_6771526.html

https://youtu.be/dVlzlPBueSs

https://youtu.be/pUTjCPiCTw0?t=477

https://youtu.be/4ZX5B_p79V4

Allow

I just got done listening to Jeffery Mishlove interview Russell Targ about his book, The End of Suffering” The interview is called Non-Duality. Sometimes while I am doing house work, I just put on Jeffery Mishlove’s channel, ‘New Thinking Allowed’ and let it run because he explores all sides of the consciousness question with an emphasis on phenomena through a huge spectrum of how to look at it – all the angles.

Anyway, Russell Targ brought up a point that I was taught so long ago that I forgot about it but use it like I do my lungs for breathing. And that is to Allow. When remote viewing, you need to set your mind up to simply allow it to happen. When healing, you simply need to allow the energy to do its job. When you are hooking up with nature, outside, or your puppies, there is no procedure…you simply allow the connection.

Allow

Which begs the question that we are set up to do this and it really is just that simple. As simple as breathing. It shouldn’t have to bring up beads of sweat on your forehead and make your face red in concentration.

Just as easy as breathing, inhale… and on the exhale allow. I also use the term reach – which is actually the intention to touch, in combination to make a connection. This works so well that a couple of times I have surprised myself and once or twice the people I have reached for because they felt it too. ( and yes, some of those were not indigenous to earth…jus’ say’in) (don’t care whether you believe me or not either – ’cause I believe me… lmao)

But really this is about the word: Allow.

It seems to open a door in the limited little cage we are in and makes the whole process just that much easier.

Allow

 

Just a Sunday thought…