Integrity, according to Dr. Joe DiMaggio, Landmark Forum Leader, (and former Brain Surgeon) is that which is “whole, complete, perfect, unimpaired, sound.” I would add to that, “pure, innocent, in the sense of beautiful, clean, unblemished, impeccable, with nothing left out.” According to Mathematics Professor , Ryan Derby-Talbot, PhD., of Quest University, British Columbia, the word integrity comes from the root word in Latin, ‘integer’ which means “something that is bring forth, fresh, sound, unexhausted, intact, entire.” In mathematics, he says, an integer it is something that doesn’t touch another thing, that is complete unto itself. He also says it is a line that goes on to infinity, or something that ” goes off on a tangent,” so to speak. I am sure we can all relate to that.But the more common Latin meaning we have adopted, is to say that something that is in integrity is balanced, honest, impartial, unbiased, free from prejudice.” But the meaning in my Latin dictionary that I prefer is “to renew, to begin afresh.”  “Integrum restutere” therefore, means to restore a thing to its former condition: unspoilt, pure, fresh.”

It is this conversation for transformation that I wish to discuss.

In the context of Landmark Education, integrity has to do with honouring your word as yourself, and this is achieved by creating an hounouring, or empowering context in the use of your “word,” as in honouring your word, as if it were yourself,  and by extension, your thoughts, essentially, about yourself.  Restoring integrity in our outer world, therefore, depends on honouring our word, keeping our promises. As soon as we know we are not going to do what we said, the way we said we would, or the way others expect us to, we communicate, and make a new promise, which we keep.

In other words, integrity is not a question of morality. It is a question of workability. I think we can all agree that the state of our world is out of integrity. It has become completely unworkable that it is breaking down on all fronts. Our Home Planet is so out of integrity that we are all going “to hell in a handbasket!”

So what to do about it? Restore ourselves to integrity, and powerful access to workable action and elegant solutions, both practical, scientific, and realistic will emerge. They will seem miraculous, but they will work, because they are in alignment with the integrity of the natural state of the Universe, of Creation, if you will. The fundamental plank, the foundational law upon which integrity is built, that it is as sound and immutable as the power of gravity, is simply that:

“WITHOUT INTEGRITY NOTHING WORKS!”

I think we can all agree that our world has reached a state where it is completely out of integrity. It certainly looks as if this is reality, inevitable, hopeless. Many of us have become cynical and resigned about the state things are in, where we have ended up, so to speak. Nothing is working the way it used to. The old way has disintegrated so far out of integrity that it is literally collapsing under our feet. Our “understanding,” the very ground on which we stand, is shaking, has gone so far awry, is so out of control, so chaotic and unpredictable, that it is not to be trusted.

For those who have no understanding of the process of transformation, no vision of where we are going and how to get there, no framework of transformation to support them, this is terrifying indeed. Many of us, stand by, overwhelmed, paralyzed by fear, dismayed, grief-stricken, completely disempowered, believing it is too late, that we can do nothing, it is unsolvable, with no comprehension of what to do anyway, except recycle and pray.

But we know somehow that is not enough. What must be transformed is our whole way of being on the planet.

We cannot allow ourselves to simply  stand by helplessly letting the catastrophe unfold,  to settle for where we seem to have ended up. For those of us that are awake, that are not numb to the suffering that is occurring on this planet, and who have some access, some clarity on how to get there from here, have a responsibility.As Andrew Harvey says in his book, “The Hope.” we who know that we are cause in the matter of our own lives must get into action, step up to the plate, to answer the call, to take  purposeful, powerful, passionate action in service to this planet. In short, we must take our place as leaders in the world. Those of us who are awake and responsible, who aspire to become and are powerful, those who are able and capable of achieving mastery, must lead the way by restoring ourselves to one hundred percent integrity.

We are the  way showers for others in leading the charge, fierce in the protection, defense of and cherishing our beloved Mother, who is in danger of dying in the throes of birth. We should be down on our knees declaring our passionate commitment and gratitude to She who has given us life, who has fed us and nurtured us, given us fresh air to breathe, clean air to breathe, pure water to drink, beautiful bodies to grow to communicate and love with, clear eyes to see with, and strong hands to build with, and fertile minds to create with.

Understanding, as we do, the power of language to influence the neural pathways, and by extension, the quantum field,  we understand that this is the ultimate opportunity to start afresh, to influence the quantum field with the integrity and the power of our thoughts and actions,  to co-create and influence the way this story goes.

We are engaged in nothing less than inventing a future worth living into for ourselves and our children, and our children’s children. Knowing, as we do, the power of thought to create, let’s not create profits so we can buy a Maserati to serve our ego, but dedicate ourselves and to creating a transformed, shining plan of which we can be proud.

Otherwise, as Andrew Harvey says in his book “The Hope,” if we keep going the way we are going, the probable, almost certain future is that we end up in a barren, sterile planet, that does not support life, including our own, with the majority of our animals and plants extinct, with water too toxic to drink, with food to poisonous to eat, and with air too polluted to breathe, and with our own race, our own genetic strain, in danger of extinction.

If we are not to settle for where we have ended up, if we are to defy the predictable, and enter the realm of the truly miraculous, then those of us who are awake, those of us engaged in the business of transformation, have got to “turn this “Starship,” as Buckminster Fuller dubbed it, around.

If we are to get back to the Garden, the way it was created, whole, complete, and pristine, and restore our beautiful Mother Earth to the lovely, natural paradise she was before the so-called “Fall from Grace,” then we must to restore our own integrity in the way we relate to her. We have to honour our  the spirit of Gaia, or “Ewa”  as she was called in the movie “Avatar,”  before we fell into the divisive world of duality consciousness, good and evil, black and white, right and wrong, then we have got to change the game we are playing from tolerating as normal, being “just  a little bit” out of integrity in the name of being ‘”realistic,” to defining the natural state of human being, as what we are, not as fatally flawed, but as perfectly created in one hundred percent integrity.

To my mind, integrity is our original state, how we were created. Look in a baby’s eyes, and you will see pure ultimate integrity. the realm where the miraculous is ordinary.It is that state of being, that beginner’s mind, that I believe is needed now, at this time when we are suffering through the labour of the birth of a new form of consciousness. To some, it is the unlike any other shift in the evolution in human consciousness that we have ever endured. Humanity is suffering – Latin root meaning  of suffering + “undergoing” or “enduring.”  But as terrifying and uncertain and risky as labour and birth is, there is an opportunity inherent in a new birth to restore integrity, in a word, to begin afresh.

As Futurist Barbara Marx Hubbard says, in her new book, “Conscious Evolution.” we are newly born, young and new to this new state of being. Let us protect and cherish the new state of being that we have been blessed with, the precious integrity we have had bestowed on us by our Divine birthright. Let us respect and honour one another as ONE as partners and co-creators in the birth of a new paradigm of transformed reality called Unity Consciousness.

So, how does meditation relate in a practical way to restoring both ourselves, and by extension, our world integrity?

In meditation, we are fully present, and available, to achieving a clean uncluttered, empty, inner space of “no-thing,” a blank page on which to design what it is we wish to create. By creating a clear, still space, we can look and see what is actually there, look at the pain of the story we made of the past. We can look at what is in front of us, without the filters of fear or regret, of resentment, blame, or shame, or guilt from the past, or fear, anxiety or worry about the future.

In that clear space we access in meditation, we can identify, embrace, and reintegrate all the disowned fragments of our true selves that had slowly been chipped away, disowned, separated off, compartmentalized, and projected onto others, leaving us completely disintegrated out of integrity, into a dull state of resignation to being ordinary. Without integrity, we are incapable of being the extraordinary, comparable, powerful human beings we came here to be . When we have access to remembering who we really are as we were created the whole, complete, pure, magnificent and beautiful beings we were meant to be, a whole new world of possibility opens up. Our authentic greatness, not our ego’s grandiosity, emerges.

This is our true integral nature. We are at the zero point of pure causality. In this shining, pure moment of grace, we can recognize, with humility the powerful, creative beings we came into these body bags to be. We can begin freely expressing the fabulous, magnificent gifted, extraordinary human beings that we are.

All of this is by way of explaining to a person in my Seminar who asked for information about meditation. So, all that being said, here are my musings on, and understanding of the role meditation, to restoring integrity to our bodies, minds, and souls, and hopefully, to our world. Because if, without integrity nothing works, then conversely, in a world that operates with one hundred percent integrity, everything works.

So if you ask yourself, “Why integrity?” it is because it works.

How does it work?

Really all you have to do is sit, with your eyes closed and your spine straight, (in a chair or on the floor with your legs crossed…feel the feeling of dignity and repose that gives you. Close your eyes, and breathe and watch your breath and watch your thoughts, without getting attached to them or making them mean anything. Empty and meaningless.

That is it.

As soon as you close your eyes, your brain waves, the electrical frequency at which your brain vibrates, goes from waking state, also known as Beta waves, to Theta state. On the edge between Theta and Delta, the slowest vibration where you are when you fall asleep, is where, if you can keep yourself awake, meditation happens.

Sometimes it helps to breathe in (like sucking the breath up through a straw from the base of your spine on up to the top (crown) of your head, to the count of 4, (1-2-3-4) then hold your breath for the count of 8, (1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8) then slowly release your breath to the count of 1-2-3-4 – I know, I know…. You know how to count to four already. (:

See how simple that is?

If that works for you, just do that counting thing for a while, until you get the sense that your mind is calming down. It intensifies it and gets you “in the zone” so to speak.

Alternatively, you can just keep breathing in and out slowly, watching your breath, and watch your thoughts as they float by. Just notice them, do not attach to them. Let them wander in, or jump in frantically trying to get your attention, (sometimes called ‘monkey mind’, or ‘ego,’ in spiritual terms, or, in Landmark language, the ‘little voice in your head,’ or  ‘it,’ or the “identity.”

Those thoughts are who your ‘it’ mind thinks you are, in language.

Actually, they do not honour your integrity, or who you really are at all. They chip away at you and denigrate you, and they are going on all the time, constantly, in the background until you consciously sit down and attend to them, slow them down, listen to the nonsense they are trying to tell you is the truth, and then, you shift into the Truth of who you are, and have an access for remembering what and who that is: Innocent, pure, whole, perfect, complete, sound, impeccable, with nothing left out. Integral. Not a good person, or a bad person, or even good thoughts or bad thoughts. Just what is, “what’s so.” Words. More words…trotting across your mind, galloping, even, like runaway horses in a panic or an “amygdala hijack,” as Dr. Joe DiMaggio, (formerly one of the four top neurosurgeons in New York, and now the Landmark Forum leader who writes the Seminars we are experiencing) calls it in the “Living and Invented Life” Seminar.

In brain science, it is the part of the brain, the frontal lobe brain or Neo-Cortex, that is completely concerned with survival and thinks that anxiety and worry and thinking can protect you, all the neural pathways that are worn in by prolonged use, and become your habitual way of reacting to normal everyday circumstances. The filter, if you will.

Dr. Joe Dispenza, from the movie “What the Bleep Do We Know,” says about this, “What wires together, fires together!” He is talking about the new science of neuroplasticity, rewiring the connections between the synapses in our brain that connect the neurons in habitual, well-worn neural pathways. This is what we are beginning to interrupt when we meditate.

You see, ninety-five percent of our brain is hidden from our awareness, in our ‘blind spot’ so to speak. In addition, it is constantly generating up a virtual firestorm of thought patterns in grooves in our brain that do not necessarily serve us, but are running us. You should SEE what is going on in there when we have an orgasm. Resets the entire system!)

But mostly it is just old habits of thought designed to keep us eating and protect us from being eaten…. in other words, fear- driven survival thoughts, producing adrenaline (short term stress) and cortisol, (long term stress) which, as I understand it, if it goes on bombarding our brains and our bodies long enough, consequently creates contraction, hypertension, stress, inflammation at the cellular level, and chips away at the integrity of the body, and lead to such diseases as addictions of all kinds,  Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, (ADHD,) Heart Disease, Cancer and can even eventually, the big ‘D,’ Death!

So, not the self-honoring pathway of restoring integrity that we want to follow, is it? Especially if your body is engaged in a long term building project, like building a baby for instance, or growing your body or your mind back to a healthy or unbalanced state. For that we want dopamine and serotonin, the happy hormones, which are produced when we are engaged in, for instance: great sex, healthy pregnancy, healthy physical activity, like running or mountain climbing, or even walking in nature, or yoga, and of course, MEDITATION All these activities produce dopamine and/or serotonin, to one degree or another. They help reduce addiction, depression, and restore the body and the mind to…

You got it:

INTEGRITY!

SO…. back to meditation…. Just say to yourself, when you notice those pesky little thoughts that drag you out of integrity, into the past or the future, just notice them, be with them, put your arms around them if you have to, and embrace them, Forgive yourself for believing those thoughts about yourself or anything outside yourself, your circumstances, are who you really are. And then let it all dance away. What is left?

Nothing. NO – THING. Because thoughts are things!!! You are now in the clearing of the mind in which to honour your true integrity, remember who you really are, and whole, complete and perfect, with nothing left out, and begin again, with beginner’s mind, to invent your new way of being that you would like to become.

And, if you really want to be bold, once you get the hang of clearing your mind so you are in ‘no-thing’ then you can let yourself begin to invent a new way of being that you want to become, and focus on THAT!

That is when you start rewiring your brain. That is the PRACTICE of being with No-thing, and creating….ANY thing!

We are actually only stuck with fifty percent of our DNA, and 95 percent of our brains is mouldable. That is what the new science of neuro-plasticity is all about. How is that for information? I just put all that together in my mind, and did it internally while writing to you about it. Thanks for the opportunity! If you can manage to do this at the same time each day, it will be wonderful. Your mind then gets programmed to your little morning and/or evening date with your authentic, no-thing Self, your true way of being, your integral integrity, whole, complete and perfect, in a state of grace and peace and joy, just the way you were designed.

And there you have it: A CLEARING FOR CREATION.

Cool, huh?

Creating the Intention for the Unity Consciousness
of the Ninth Wave of the Mayan calendar!
Main article points:

* The Mayan calendar is about you.

* According to the ancient Maya the creation of the universe is effected by nine waves.

* We are now approaching the end of the eighth wave and, on top of this, the activation of the ninth and highest level that will cap off the evolution of the universe.

* This ninth level of the universe is designed to generate unity consciousness.

* The manifestation of the unity consciousness brought by the ninth level will require an intention on the part of the human beings to co-create this.

* The Conscious Convergence, July 17-18, 2010, is for those that are willing to set the intention to create unity consciousness in the ninth wave of the Mayan calendar system.

Creating the intention for the unity consciousness
of the Ninth Wave of the Mayan calendar!

In recent years there has been a radically increased interest in the Mayan calendar and especially its end and so many ask what this tells us about the future. Surprisingly, many people ask this question as if the answer had nothing to do with themselves or the choices they make. Few seem to have considered that the fulfillment of the cosmic plan will require of them to step up to the role of co-creators with this divine plan. This is not to say that human beings can just create anything they want at any point in time. The waves of consciousness brought by the Mayan calendar still defines the framework of our existence and what we may or may not be able to create in any given era. Yet, only the creativity that is consistent with a new wave will be favored and this will again be evident as we enter the ninth, and highest, wave of the Mayan calendar system. It is thus pertinent to ask what consciousness the ninth wave will create and what it will require of us to be able to step up to becoming co-creators with this wave.

To address this we need to consult the ancient Maya and look at their only inscription, which describes the meaning of the end of their calendar, the Tortuguero Monument 6. This says that at that point in time the nine-step entity, Bolon Yookte, (Fig 1) will “descend.”* What this means in a more straight language is that a combination of nine cosmic forces, nine wave movements, will simultaneously manifest fully. In this ancient Mayan way of looking at the meaning of the end of the calendar there is thus nothing that speaks of an end to the world. Rather, what the end of the calendar system is all about is a completion, or fulfillment, of evolutionary processes that have been going on from the beginning of time and led the world to what it is today.

These nine cosmic forces are the nine evolutionary progressions (Underworlds), each through thirteen energies that the prophetic Mayan calendar system is made up from, a system, which significant events in biological and historical evolution correlate extremely well with. The different progressions each develop a different frame of consciousness and currently we are most strongly influenced by the eighth wave. It is however the ninth and highest of these wave movements that will bring about the final shift to unity consciousness that will culminate as the calendar comes to an end. I feel it is imperative to realize that these nine cosmic forces are not acting separately from the human beings, but through their influence on us and so they will only manifest inasmuch as the humans align with them. I feel we also need to consider that the co-creation of this highest level requires that we are truly committed to its purpose. It is in preparation of this somewhat mysterious ninth wave that I am encouraging the celebration of the Conscious Convergence, July 17-18, 2010, as a point to focus on aligning with the highest and decisive wave of the Mayan calendar system, the ninth wave.

Many people have an intuitive sense that the end of the Mayan calendar will bring a shift in consciousness. Yet, it is rarely clearly stated or explained exactly what is the source of such a shift, how it will happen or what would be its nature. Maybe however shifts in consciousness are actually a little less mysterious than many people tend to believe. In fact, shifts in consciousness have been happening from the beginning of time and continue to happen whenever there is a significant energy shift in the Mayan calendar, such as between any of its days and nights.

Fig 1.
The Cosmic Pyramid, or the nine-step-god (Bolon Yookte), whose nine waves will simultaneously manifest as the Mayan calendar comes to an end.

Despite all these previous shifts in cosmic history I feel however that there is something very special and significant with the new consciousness that may be expected to be generated by the ninth wave.

To begin with, for all that we know it is designed to bring a shift to unity consciousness where the human mind no longer will be dominated by any dark filter (see Fig 2). We will in other words become “transparent” and I believe this is the particular consciousness – seeing reality the way it is with no separation – that so many are waiting for. Not just any consciousness, but one that transcends the dualities of the past and aids the human beings to see the unity of all things. The reason that this kind of unity consciousness can be beneficial to the planet, and to mankind, is that it is one that leads to the transcendence of all separation (between man and woman, man and nature, ruler and ruled, east and west, etc). I feel that without the manifestation of such a shift in consciousness the world will sooner or later come to an end. People with a dualist and separating consciousness are somewhat like cancer cells in the body of the Earth with little regard to its larger whole and would eventually generate a collapse of its ecosystem. Only a shift to unity consciousness will forever stop the unchecked exploitation of the Earth and on a deeper level make us understand that we are part of creation and need to live in harmony with it. But will such a shift just happen automatically?

Fig 2. Yin/Yang-polarities of the Human Mind created by the Five Highest Waves of the Cosmic Pyramid (Bolon Yookte).

As mentioned above global consciousness shifts have their origin in the resonance with the cosmic forces described by the Mayan calendar. Hence, even though some may temporarily have experienced altered states of consciousness it is only in as much as a shift is induced in accordance with the cosmic plan, as we may understand this from the Mayan calendar, that it will be here to stay. Thus, only with the ninth wave may a shift to unity consciousness be regarded as something whose time has truly come. This is the wave that will cap off all of the previous evolution of mankind and build the bridge that will allow us to enter the new world that will follow upon the end of the calendar.

On the other hand the student of the Mayan calendar will know that in order for a consciousness shift to manifest the human beings must be in resonance with it and at some point at least subconsciously have made a choice to align with. Hence, a large-scale consciousness shift is not something that can happen against the will of the human beings. Especially at the highest levels of evolution, such as the ninth, it can only happen through human beings that choose to serve as co-creators. Unfortunately many have been led to believe that there is some physical event to wait for, such as a pole shift, Nibiru, sun flares, or a galactic alignment, resulting in a passive attitude that has made the Mayan calendar seem disempowering and events as being outside of their power to influence. I believe however that, as the Hopi are saying, “we are the ones that we have been waiting for.” If we make the commitment to do so we can co-create unity consciousness with the ninth wave.

As many readers of this article may have experienced there are spiritual practices, healing techniques and methods for personal development that in fact do cause temporary shifts in consciousness and the experience of unity of all things. Yet, what seems to be missing for such transformations to play a positive role on a larger scale is the commitment of a critical mass of people to create a world based on such unity consciousness. The idea behind the Conscious Convergence, July 17-18, 2010, is thus to create a powerful intention to do so. There is in fact one thing that is always in our power to do – and in the power of all human beings to do – and this is to intend to create and manifest unity consciousness. As the student of the law of attraction will know, all manifestation begins with an intention and without an intention there is no result.
The Conscious Convergence – A Wave of Unity is thus for all those who intend to manifest unity consciousness. (It may be important to point out that it is not about intending any shift of consciousness, but one to unity consciousness). It is for those who authentically will say: “I intend to manifest unity consciousness.” Whatever you believe in, whatever worldview you have, it is still in your power to intend such a shift for yourself and others. The proposed dates are timely for setting the intention to do so in that it leads up to a manifestation of unity consciousness during the ninth wave in alignment with the cosmic plan. Without such a widespread intention it is doubtful whether there will ever be such a shift on this planet either individually or collectively.

Based on the creation of such an intention in the Conscious Convergence it seems natural that people will also want to perform ceremonies and participate in spiritual practices that are manifestations of such a unity consciousness and seek whatever ways are possible to make permanent its results. In fact the Conscious Convergence should be looked upon as the beginning of a process toward deepened unity consciousness that never stops. This is the kind of commitment that I believe will be required. For those desiring to fulfill the cosmic plan, the Conscious Convergence should be an entry point to co-creating the ninth wave and something we should never want to drop out of. To start following the Mayan calendar on a daily basis from this point within the framework provided by the Ninth wave may in fact by itself be a significant factor for developing unity consciousness. Only with deadlines do projects become real and the calendar provides us with a time frame within which this is to be accomplished.

It seems important that manifestations linked to the Conscious Convergence are planned very carefully and express this new unity consciousness so that they are not just thoughtlessly applied expressions of the old world we have been living in. If, for instance, artistic performances are part of the celebration, it seems wise to consider whether these are enhancing the experience of unity of all or if they create an experience of separation between the artists and the audience. The same may apply to the performance of ceremonies if the leader is not truly inclusive. A good example of a ceremony that is an expression of unity consciousness is in my mind when Jack Sully in Avatar is taken up as a member of the people of Pandora. Furthermore, if for the generation of unity consciousness valuable spiritual practices are used it may be considered whether irrelevant worship of founders or gurus can be excluded. Maybe silent and low key common practices are in fact the most powerful manifestations of unity consciousness, but regardless it is important that participants walk their talk and do not recreate dominance structures. How to do this would be for local organizers to decide and here it is only emphasized the importance of approaching this issue with fresh eyes and much attention paid to details.

The name Conscious Convergence alludes to the Harmonic Convergence, a mind-opening gathering on August 17-18, 1987 (1 Imix and 2 Ik) and so it is important to point out the relationship between the two and why after so many years there is a second one, July 17-18, 2010 (13 Eb and 1 Ben)**. The important commonality between the two Convergences is that they both are (essentially) placed in time at a doubling of the 8th and 9th wave movements of the Mayan calendar and hence reflect energy shifts that herald the respective transformations of consciousness brought by these waves. Put in other terms: What the Harmonic Convergence meant to the quantum jump to the eighth wave the Conscious Convergence will mean to the quantum jump to the ninth wave.*** (Hence, it can be understood as a 2nd Harmonic Convergence). Or, if we include the seventh wave and its pre-wave (see Fig 3) for comparison, we may see that it will mean to the preparation for the ninth wave what the European Renaissance meant to the quantum jump to the modern world of industrialism. What is different now, and a challenge for the Conscious Convergence, is that this step cannot be said to be in the interest of separate individuals, but rather of all of humanity.

Fig 3. The three highest waves of the cosmic pyramid and their preparatory waves (in different scales). Examples of how the visions at the beginning of the pre-wave prepares for the full wave consider how the many inventions (on paper) by Leonardo da Vinci around 1498 presaged the real industrial inventions of the 7th wave or how the Harmonic Convergence presaged the much increased interest in the Mayan calendar in the 8th wave.

From these parallels (Fig 3) we may see that the Conscious Convergence is not by itself the beginning of the ninth wave, which does not start until Mar 9, 2011.**** Rather this celebration initiates a wave, a pre-wave, that precedes and paves the ground for the ninth wave and directly leads into it. The Conscious Convergence is thus tremendously important as a point for creating the intention of unity consciousness even if this will only be fully developed later with the ninth wave. Maybe it will in fact be humanity’s last chance of setting such an intention, which almost with necessity must exist at an early point if we are to elevate ourselves above the economic chaos that we may expect in the years ahead. In my own view the hope for the future lies exactly in learning to surf on this ninth wave and so transcending, rather than getting caught up in, all the dualities and conflicts of lower Underworlds. If this is so it must also be expected that the Conscious Convergence will meet with much resistance from all those forces that are defending the ego-based operation of the old world and the massive hierarchies this has generated. As a small example of this a commercial media industry has now emerged around ”2012” where it is speculated about what is going to happen as if this were independent of the intentions and creative direction people choose. Naturally we will also come to be faced with our own cynicism and apathy towards the state of the world and thoughts will come back to us as: “this is not possible”, “the world will not change”, etc and it is for this reason a strong commitment will be needed.

The Conscious Convergence is meant to be a very inclusive event that can be embraced by everyone who intends the emergence of unity consciousness regardless of his or her views about the Mayan calendar or otherwise. It is about positively and constructively using a window of opportunity and so participation in this only requires an insight that the consciousness shift must come out of the evolutionary processes that we are currently part of. Thus, a shift to unity consciousness is not something that will simply drop down on us from the sky at some date in the future, but can only evolve from the point where we are at the present moment. It is a basic tenet of the law of attraction that providence only moves when you are committed and so far the commitment for a transition to unity consciousness has not surfaced on a larger scale or even been proposed previously.

For this event to be successful in generating the intention for the shift to the consciousness of the ninth wave a massive participation in it will be desirable also at preparatory stages. The preparatory efforts have to be shared by the millions that intend for a shift in consciousness to take place. To bring it about a collective effort will thus be needed and already making a choice to participate is part of creating the intention that has been discussed here. Initially, there will be a great need for people to take initiatives to disseminate the call for the Conscious Convergence around the world. It is important to approach organizations to have them embrace it. Then there will be the need for people to make their unique contributions known through public web sites, social media and other networks. There will also be a need for funding of many aspects of the activities and for staff, which can be done through to www.CommonPassion.org, a 501c3 non-profit, public benefit corporation. Then, there will be a need for creative planning of events and the creation of a network between these. Individuals and organizations who wish to participate in this global program are invited to join the discussion for particulars of the shared intention and to connect with others around the world that will be co-creating this intentional wave of unity consciousness. A discussion forum has been initiated at:

http://forum.commonpassion.org/viewforum.php?id=50.

My own view is that this is the last chance that human beings will have to truly align themselves with the cosmic plan. It is now or never and if you do not think that the Conscious Convergence has something to do with you you probably have not studied the Mayan calendar seriously enough. Hence, there can be no proxies for your participation in the transformation of the world as the calendar comes to an end. The final descent of Bolon Yookte, the Nine Waves (Nine Lords of Time or Nine Underworlds, or whatever name you prefer) is upon us and it is not without reason that the number nine is sacred in so many spiritual traditions. Nine is the destiny number of humanity and so it will be your own choice whether you want to be part of co-creating this destiny.

Carl Johan Calleman, Stockholm, 11 Ahau (March 7, 2010).

Carl Johan Calleman has a Ph. D. In Physical Biology from the University of Stockholm and has been a Senior Researcher at the University of Washington in Seattle and a cancer expert for the WHO. He is the author of The Purposeful Universe (Inner Traditions, 2009) a book that presents a new theory of biological evolution based on the Cosmic Tree of Life. He currently teaches at the online International Metaphysical University (http://www.intermetu.com).

He held his first talk with the mention of the end of the Mayan calendar in 1979 and is the only professional scientist to have studied the meaning of the Mayan calendar (many professional Mayanists have studied the calendar as such, but not its reality basis in biological and historical evolution). He is among other things the author of Solving the Greatest Mystery of Our Time: The Mayan Calendar (Garev, 2001) and The Mayan calendar and the Transformation of Consciousness (Inner Traditions, 2004). His web site is www.calleman.com, and he is also associated with the web sites www.mayanmajix.com, http://mayaportal.lucita.net and www.shiftoftheages.com.

Notes

* See for instance my article on the Tortuguero monument:

http://www.calleman.com/content/articles/the_tortuguero%20_monument.htm.

** The Conscious Convergence is not based on tzolkin days, but rather on the fractal time acceleration of the nine waves. Yet, we may still pay attention to the tzolkin day of the event. Thus July 17, 2010 is 13 Eb, one of the more mysterious day signs that is typically translated as The Road or Grass and, since it is linked to the number 13, this day is very typical of the Eb day sign. Road usually refers to the road of life or the road up the cosmic pyramid and grass refers to a grass roots event. Typically people born in this day sign are those that have the concern for seven generations into the future, do much good, but do not to seek the limelight for themselves.

*** This is not how the Harmonic Convergence was originally understood by Tony Shearer and José Argüelles. Shearer, a Native American, who first proposed the dates, saw the Harmonic Convergence as the end point of Thirteen Heavens starting AD 843 and the Nine Hells (52-year periods) that had followed upon Hernan Cortez landing in Vera Cruz in 1519 and Argüelles promoted this scheme in The Mayan Factor. While this may have served as a guiding prophecy that intuitively led to identifying the dates of the Harmonic Convergence as August 16-17, 1987 (1 Alligator and 2 Wind) it in my view hardly serves as a theoretical understanding of why these dates were actually energetically important. Thus, the Harmonic Convergence was defined more mythologically than scientifically, since at the time the knowledge of the reality basis of the Mayan calendar was almost non-existent. We now know from Mayan sources that 13+9 is not to be regarded as a linear sequence, but that each of the Nine Underworlds was made up from Thirteen Heavens (Thus, according to the Mayan Books of Chilam Balam “the nine lords of time (Bolon-ti-ku) seized the thirteen lords of time (Oxlahun-ti-ku)” and so creation has an integrated pyramidal rather than linear structure. Whether people are aware of it or not, the entire evolution of the cosmos since the Big Bang has also been meticulously mapped out in light of the Mayan calendar and verified by massive empirical evidence.

**** I have probably contributed myself to the confusion that reigns when it comes to the beginning date of the Universal wave movement and have given different times for this. What we know is that the calendar develops according to nine wave movements, where the longest one goes back to the birth of the universe, and they all differ from one another with a factor of twenty. According to such a fractal view of the prophetic Mayan calendar system the ninth wave would then be only 234 days long made up of 13 different uaxaclahunkin (18 day) periods. This places the beginning of the ninth wave at March 9, 2011 and that of the preceding wave (Conscious Convergence) at July 17, 2010. These are points in time that are expected to mark significant frequency increases and accelerations of time.

As we approach the time when all the nine waves, developing at different speeds, will simultaneously come to manifest fully (28 October 2011, 13 Ahau) there is thus going to be quite complex patterns of overlapping of these waves. The Sacred Calendar rounds of 260 days will still have an unquestionable energetic existence and so these, as part of this overlapping, would continue the three stage rocket into the birth of the new world that started on 9.9.9 (Sept 9, 2009, please see http://www.calleman.com/content/articles/999_and_the_mayan_calendar.htm). For this reason the dates of the beginnings of the two next tzolkin rounds, May 27, 2010 and Feb 11, 2011, will also remain as important times for celebrating alignments with the cosmic plan and potentially very important for the preparation for the Conscious Convergence and the actual ninth wave respectively.

The Conscious Convergence
A Wave of Unity July 17-18, 2010:

Creating the intention for the unity consciousness
of the Ninth Wave of the Mayan calendar!

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Main article points:

* The Mayan calendar is about you.

* According to the ancient Maya the creation of the universe is effected by nine waves.

* We are now approaching the end of the eighth wave and, on top of this, the activation of the ninth and highest level that will cap off the evolution of the universe.

* This ninth level of the universe is designed to generate unity consciousness.

* The manifestation of the unity consciousness brought by the ninth level will require an intention on the part of the human beings to co-create this.

* The Conscious Convergence, July 17-18, 2010, is for those that are willing to set the intention to create unity consciousness in the ninth wave of the Mayan calendar system.

Creating the intention for the unity consciousness
of the Ninth Wave of the Mayan calendar!

In recent years there has been a radically increased interest in the Mayan calendar and especially its end and so many ask what this tells us about the future. Surprisingly, many people ask this question as if the answer had nothing to do with themselves or the choices they make. Few seem to have considered that the fulfillment of the cosmic plan will require of them to step up to the role of co-creators with this divine plan. This is not to say that human beings can just create anything they want at any point in time. The waves of consciousness brought by the Mayan calendar still defines the framework of our existence and what we may or may not be able to create in any given era. Yet, only the creativity that is consistent with a new wave will be favored and this will again be evident as we enter the ninth, and highest, wave of the Mayan calendar system. It is thus pertinent to ask what consciousness the ninth wave will create and what it will require of us to be able to step up to becoming co-creators with this wave.

To address this we need to consult the ancient Maya and look at their only inscription, which describes the meaning of the end of their calendar, the Tortuguero Monument 6. This says that at that point in time the nine-step entity, Bolon Yookte, (Fig 1) will “descend.”* What this means in a more straight language is that a combination of nine cosmic forces, nine wave movements, will simultaneously manifest fully. In this ancient Mayan way of looking at the meaning of the end of the calendar there is thus nothing that speaks of an end to the world. Rather, what the end of the calendar system is all about is a completion, or fulfillment, of evolutionary processes that have been going on from the beginning of time and led the world to what it is today.

These nine cosmic forces are the nine evolutionary progressions (Underworlds), each through thirteen energies that the prophetic Mayan calendar system is made up from, a system, which significant events in biological and historical evolution correlate extremely well with. The different progressions each develop a different frame of consciousness and currently we are most strongly influenced by the eighth wave. It is however the ninth and highest of these wave movements that will bring about the final shift to unity consciousness that will culminate as the calendar comes to an end. I feel it is imperative to realize that these nine cosmic forces are not acting separately from the human beings, but through their influence on us and so they will only manifest inasmuch as the humans align with them. I feel we also need to consider that the co-creation of this highest level requires that we are truly committed to its purpose. It is in preparation of this somewhat mysterious ninth wave that I am encouraging the celebration of the Conscious Convergence, July 17-18, 2010, as a point to focus on aligning with the highest and decisive wave of the Mayan calendar system, the ninth wave.

Many people have an intuitive sense that the end of the Mayan calendar will bring a shift in consciousness. Yet, it is rarely clearly stated or explained exactly what is the source of such a shift, how it will happen or what would be its nature. Maybe however shifts in consciousness are actually a little less mysterious than many people tend to believe. In fact, shifts in consciousness have been happening from the beginning of time and continue to happen whenever there is a significant energy shift in the Mayan calendar, such as between any of its days and nights.

Fig 1.
The Cosmic Pyramid, or the nine-step-god (Bolon Yookte), whose nine waves will simultaneously manifest as the Mayan calendar comes to an end.

Despite all these previous shifts in cosmic history I feel however that there is something very special and significant with the new consciousness that may be expected to be generated by the ninth wave.

To begin with, for all that we know it is designed to bring a shift to unity consciousness where the human mind no longer will be dominated by any dark filter (see Fig 2). We will in other words become “transparent” and I believe this is the particular consciousness – seeing reality the way it is with no separation – that so many are waiting for. Not just any consciousness, but one that transcends the dualities of the past and aids the human beings to see the unity of all things. The reason that this kind of unity consciousness can be beneficial to the planet, and to mankind, is that it is one that leads to the transcendence of all separation (between man and woman, man and nature, ruler and ruled, east and west, etc). I feel that without the manifestation of such a shift in consciousness the world will sooner or later come to an end. People with a dualist and separating consciousness are somewhat like cancer cells in the body of the Earth with little regard to its larger whole and would eventually generate a collapse of its ecosystem. Only a shift to unity consciousness will forever stop the unchecked exploitation of the Earth and on a deeper level make us understand that we are part of creation and need to live in harmony with it. But will such a shift just happen automatically?

Fig 2. Yin/Yang-polarities of the Human Mind created by the Five Highest Waves of the Cosmic Pyramid (Bolon Yookte).

As mentioned above global consciousness shifts have their origin in the resonance with the cosmic forces described by the Mayan calendar. Hence, even though some may temporarily have experienced altered states of consciousness it is only in as much as a shift is induced in accordance with the cosmic plan, as we may understand this from the Mayan calendar, that it will be here to stay. Thus, only with the ninth wave may a shift to unity consciousness be regarded as something whose time has truly come. This is the wave that will cap off all of the previous evolution of mankind and build the bridge that will allow us to enter the new world that will follow upon the end of the calendar.

On the other hand the student of the Mayan calendar will know that in order for a consciousness shift to manifest the human beings must be in resonance with it and at some point at least subconsciously have made a choice to align with. Hence, a large-scale consciousness shift is not something that can happen against the will of the human beings. Especially at the highest levels of evolution, such as the ninth, it can only happen through human beings that choose to serve as co-creators. Unfortunately many have been led to believe that there is some physical event to wait for, such as a pole shift, Nibiru, sun flares, or a galactic alignment, resulting in a passive attitude that has made the Mayan calendar seem disempowering and events as being outside of their power to influence. I believe however that, as the Hopi are saying, “we are the ones that we have been waiting for.” If we make the commitment to do so we can co-create unity consciousness with the ninth wave.

As many readers of this article may have experienced there are spiritual practices, healing techniques and methods for personal development that in fact do cause temporary shifts in consciousness and the experience of unity of all things. Yet, what seems to be missing for such transformations to play a positive role on a larger scale is the commitment of a critical mass of people to create a world based on such unity consciousness. The idea behind the Conscious Convergence, July 17-18, 2010, is thus to create a powerful intention to do so. There is in fact one thing that is always in our power to do – and in the power of all human beings to do – and this is to intend to create and manifest unity consciousness. As the student of the law of attraction will know, all manifestation begins with an intention and without an intention there is no result.
The Conscious Convergence – A Wave of Unity is thus for all those who intend to manifest unity consciousness. (It may be important to point out that it is not about intending any shift of consciousness, but one to unity consciousness). It is for those who authentically will say: “I intend to manifest unity consciousness.” Whatever you believe in, whatever worldview you have, it is still in your power to intend such a shift for yourself and others. The proposed dates are timely for setting the intention to do so in that it leads up to a manifestation of unity consciousness during the ninth wave in alignment with the cosmic plan. Without such a widespread intention it is doubtful whether there will ever be such a shift on this planet either individually or collectively.

Based on the creation of such an intention in the Conscious Convergence it seems natural that people will also want to perform ceremonies and participate in spiritual practices that are manifestations of such a unity consciousness and seek whatever ways are possible to make permanent its results. In fact the Conscious Convergence should be looked upon as the beginning of a process toward deepened unity consciousness that never stops. This is the kind of commitment that I believe will be required. For those desiring to fulfill the cosmic plan, the Conscious Convergence should be an entry point to co-creating the ninth wave and something we should never want to drop out of. To start following the Mayan calendar on a daily basis from this point within the framework provided by the Ninth wave may in fact by itself be a significant factor for developing unity consciousness. Only with deadlines do projects become real and the calendar provides us with a time frame within which this is to be accomplished.

It seems important that manifestations linked to the Conscious Convergence are planned very carefully and express this new unity consciousness so that they are not just thoughtlessly applied expressions of the old world we have been living in. If, for instance, artistic performances are part of the celebration, it seems wise to consider whether these are enhancing the experience of unity of all or if they create an experience of separation between the artists and the audience. The same may apply to the performance of ceremonies if the leader is not truly inclusive. A good example of a ceremony that is an expression of unity consciousness is in my mind when Jack Sully in Avatar is taken up as a member of the people of Pandora. Furthermore, if for the generation of unity consciousness valuable spiritual practices are used it may be considered whether irrelevant worship of founders or gurus can be excluded. Maybe silent and low key common practices are in fact the most powerful manifestations of unity consciousness, but regardless it is important that participants walk their talk and do not recreate dominance structures. How to do this would be for local organizers to decide and here it is only emphasized the importance of approaching this issue with fresh eyes and much attention paid to details.

The name Conscious Convergence alludes to the Harmonic Convergence, a mind-opening gathering on August 17-18, 1987 (1 Imix and 2 Ik) and so it is important to point out the relationship between the two and why after so many years there is a second one, July 17-18, 2010 (13 Eb and 1 Ben)**. The important commonality between the two Convergences is that they both are (essentially) placed in time at a doubling of the 8th and 9th wave movements of the Mayan calendar and hence reflect energy shifts that herald the respective transformations of consciousness brought by these waves. Put in other terms: What the Harmonic Convergence meant to the quantum jump to the eighth wave the Conscious Convergence will mean to the quantum jump to the ninth wave.*** (Hence, it can be understood as a 2nd Harmonic Convergence). Or, if we include the seventh wave and its pre-wave (see Fig 3) for comparison, we may see that it will mean to the preparation for the ninth wave what the European Renaissance meant to the quantum jump to the modern world of industrialism. What is different now, and a challenge for the Conscious Convergence, is that this step cannot be said to be in the interest of separate individuals, but rather of all of humanity.

Fig 3. The three highest waves of the cosmic pyramid and their preparatory waves (in different scales). Examples of how the visions at the beginning of the pre-wave prepares for the full wave consider how the many inventions (on paper) by Leonardo da Vinci around 1498 presaged the real industrial inventions of the 7th wave or how the Harmonic Convergence presaged the much increased interest in the Mayan calendar in the 8th wave.

From these parallels (Fig 3) we may see that the Conscious Convergence is not by itself the beginning of the ninth wave, which does not start until Mar 9, 2011.**** Rather this celebration initiates a wave, a pre-wave, that precedes and paves the ground for the ninth wave and directly leads into it. The Conscious Convergence is thus tremendously important as a point for creating the intention of unity consciousness even if this will only be fully developed later with the ninth wave. Maybe it will in fact be humanity’s last chance of setting such an intention, which almost with necessity must exist at an early point if we are to elevate ourselves above the economic chaos that we may expect in the years ahead. In my own view the hope for the future lies exactly in learning to surf on this ninth wave and so transcending, rather than getting caught up in, all the dualities and conflicts of lower Underworlds. If this is so it must also be expected that the Conscious Convergence will meet with much resistance from all those forces that are defending the ego-based operation of the old world and the massive hierarchies this has generated. As a small example of this a commercial media industry has now emerged around ”2012” where it is speculated about what is going to happen as if this were independent of the intentions and creative direction people choose. Naturally we will also come to be faced with our own cynicism and apathy towards the state of the world and thoughts will come back to us as: “this is not possible”, “the world will not change”, etc and it is for this reason a strong commitment will be needed.

The Conscious Convergence is meant to be a very inclusive event that can be embraced by everyone who intends the emergence of unity consciousness regardless of his or her views about the Mayan calendar or otherwise. It is about positively and constructively using a window of opportunity and so participation in this only requires an insight that the consciousness shift must come out of the evolutionary processes that we are currently part of. Thus, a shift to unity consciousness is not something that will simply drop down on us from the sky at some date in the future, but can only evolve from the point where we are at the present moment. It is a basic tenet of the law of attraction that providence only moves when you are committed and so far the commitment for a transition to unity consciousness has not surfaced on a larger scale or even been proposed previously.

For this event to be successful in generating the intention for the shift to the consciousness of the ninth wave a massive participation in it will be desirable also at preparatory stages. The preparatory efforts have to be shared by the millions that intend for a shift in consciousness to take place. To bring it about a collective effort will thus be needed and already making a choice to participate is part of creating the intention that has been discussed here. Initially, there will be a great need for people to take initiatives to disseminate the call for the Conscious Convergence around the world. It is important to approach organizations to have them embrace it. Then there will be the need for people to make their unique contributions known through public web sites, social media and other networks. There will also be a need for funding of many aspects of the activities and for staff, which can be done through to www.CommonPassion.org, a 501c3 non-profit, public benefit corporation. Then, there will be a need for creative planning of events and the creation of a network between these. Individuals and organizations who wish to participate in this global program are invited to join the discussion for particulars of the shared intention and to connect with others around the world that will be co-creating this intentional wave of unity consciousness. A discussion forum has been initiated at:

http://forum.commonpassion.org/viewforum.php?id=50.

My own view is that this is the last chance that human beings will have to truly align themselves with the cosmic plan. It is now or never and if you do not think that the Conscious Convergence has something to do with you you probably have not studied the Mayan calendar seriously enough. Hence, there can be no proxies for your participation in the transformation of the world as the calendar comes to an end. The final descent of Bolon Yookte, the Nine Waves (Nine Lords of Time or Nine Underworlds, or whatever name you prefer) is upon us and it is not without reason that the number nine is sacred in so many spiritual traditions. Nine is the destiny number of humanity and so it will be your own choice whether you want to be part of co-creating this destiny.

Carl Johan Calleman, Stockholm, 11 Ahau (March 7, 2010).

Carl Johan Calleman has a Ph. D. In Physical Biology from the University of Stockholm and has been a Senior Researcher at the University of Washington in Seattle and a cancer expert for the WHO. He is the author of The Purposeful Universe (Inner Traditions, 2009) a book that presents a new theory of biological evolution based on the Cosmic Tree of Life. He currently teaches at the online International Metaphysical University (http://www.intermetu.com).

He held his first talk with the mention of the end of the Mayan calendar in 1979 and is the only professional scientist to have studied the meaning of the Mayan calendar (many professional Mayanists have studied the calendar as such, but not its reality basis in biological and historical evolution). He is among other things the author of Solving the Greatest Mystery of Our Time: The Mayan Calendar (Garev, 2001) and The Mayan calendar and the Transformation of Consciousness (Inner Traditions, 2004). His web site is www.calleman.com, and he is also associated with the web sites www.mayanmajix.com, http://mayaportal.lucita.net and www.shiftoftheages.com.

Notes

* See for instance my article on the Tortuguero monument:

http://www.calleman.com/content/articles/the_tortuguero%20_monument.htm.

** The Conscious Convergence is not based on tzolkin days, but rather on the fractal time acceleration of the nine waves. Yet, we may still pay attention to the tzolkin day of the event. Thus July 17, 2010 is 13 Eb, one of the more mysterious day signs that is typically translated as The Road or Grass and, since it is linked to the number 13, this day is very typical of the Eb day sign. Road usually refers to the road of life or the road up the cosmic pyramid and grass refers to a grass roots event. Typically people born in this day sign are those that have the concern for seven generations into the future, do much good, but do not to seek the limelight for themselves.

*** This is not how the Harmonic Convergence was originally understood by Tony Shearer and José Argüelles. Shearer, a Native American, who first proposed the dates, saw the Harmonic Convergence as the end point of Thirteen Heavens starting AD 843 and the Nine Hells (52-year periods) that had followed upon Hernan Cortez landing in Vera Cruz in 1519 and Argüelles promoted this scheme in The Mayan Factor. While this may have served as a guiding prophecy that intuitively led to identifying the dates of the Harmonic Convergence as August 16-17, 1987 (1 Alligator and 2 Wind) it in my view hardly serves as a theoretical understanding of why these dates were actually energetically important. Thus, the Harmonic Convergence was defined more mythologically than scientifically, since at the time the knowledge of the reality basis of the Mayan calendar was almost non-existent. We now know from Mayan sources that 13+9 is not to be regarded as a linear sequence, but that each of the Nine Underworlds was made up from Thirteen Heavens (Thus, according to the Mayan Books of Chilam Balam “the nine lords of time (Bolon-ti-ku) seized the thirteen lords of time (Oxlahun-ti-ku)” and so creation has an integrated pyramidal rather than linear structure. Whether people are aware of it or not, the entire evolution of the cosmos since the Big Bang has also been meticulously mapped out in light of the Mayan calendar and verified by massive empirical evidence.

**** I have probably contributed myself to the confusion that reigns when it comes to the beginning date of the Universal wave movement and have given different times for this. What we know is that the calendar develops according to nine wave movements, where the longest one goes back to the birth of the universe, and they all differ from one another with a factor of twenty. According to such a fractal view of the prophetic Mayan calendar system the ninth wave would then be only 234 days long made up of 13 different uaxaclahunkin (18 day) periods. This places the beginning of the ninth wave at March 9, 2011 and that of the preceding wave (Conscious Convergence) at July 17, 2010. These are points in time that are expected to mark significant frequency increases and accelerations of time.

As we approach the time when all the nine waves, developing at different speeds, will simultaneously come to manifest fully (28 October 2011, 13 Ahau) there is thus going to be quite complex patterns of overlapping of these waves. The Sacred Calendar rounds of 260 days will still have an unquestionable energetic existence and so these, as part of this overlapping, would continue the three stage rocket into the birth of the new world that started on 9.9.9 (Sept 9, 2009, please see http://www.calleman.com/content/articles/999_and_the_mayan_calendar.htm). For this reason the dates of the beginnings of the two next tzolkin rounds, May 27, 2010 and Feb 11, 2011, will also remain as important times for celebrating alignments with the cosmic plan and potentially very important for the preparation for the Conscious Convergence and the actual ninth wave respectively.

As a former Secondary School Teacher, Shelora has seen the impact of our failure to connect authentically with our youth up close. The problem is clear. We are not communicating with our children in a passionate, heartfelt way that touches, moves or inspires them. They have tuned us out. With no education for the heart, our children have become addicted to distractions.

The cost to society is enormous. At best they immerse themselves in computer games or shopping, at worst, they drink and drive too fast in a frantic attempt to catch up with their over-stimulated minds. From the media they acquire the illusion that all they have to do is become rock stars or sports stars, and they will have all the sex, drugs and fast cars, that money can buy them.

They do not see the need to learn for the love of it. They have lost their creativity along with their innocence. They cannot focus and think clearly or independently, or finish tasks on time. Many of them, especially the gifted and creative ones, have special needs and learning disabilities such as ADHD. In clutches of students at the back of the room, they feed off each other’s energy, interrupt, call out, and generally distract the others from their tasks. Often unidentified, especially the girls, who tend to act in, rather than out, they fall through the cracks.

Lack of boundaries, structure and standards leaves them adrift, subject to the shifting stimulus of the media, with and little aspiration except to get rich fast, and spend it even faster, Our children, entrained to the fast changing speed of Sesame street, are always looking for the next jolt of adrenaline, whether from drinking caffeine laden” energy” drinks, coffee or alcohol or listening to ear-drum breaking, angry music on their expensive Ipods and Iphones.

Parents despair as they lose connection with their children. They buy them more toys, thinking that will fill the void and prove their love. The media have become their parents. In the vacuum of a meaningless, frantic, greed- driven, fragmented society, the media tells them that the keys to success are money, sex and power, being special, having more, being better and different than others are,

As a result there is no sense of the internal world, no sense of the sacred, no guidelines, no authentic sense of self. As a society that has been dedicated to symbols of success as our only identity, we have lost our moral compass. In the ego driven game of getting more than others to prove we are special, we have lost our standards. There is no integrity, and without integrity, nothing works. Thirteen year olds boys aspire to become porn stars so they will be famous, or threaten to blow up the school. Thirteen year old girls climb out the window to go give sexual favors to boys and end up pregnant by the age of fourteen.

Or, at the other end of the spectrum, the well-behaved ones learn to repress themselves, and appease their parent’s fear-filled expectations with good grades. To please their parents, hey become addicted to getting high grades, suppressing their individual creativity in the name of achieving status, security and power.

Either way, we have lost touch with them so profoundly that the majority of the students that I taught had reached high school without knowing how to spell, or write a cogent sentence, let alone originate an idea. They cannot write or speak coherently, nor can they think critically. The majority has not learned how to learn, to love ideas for their own sake.

In the face of the dumbed down, normative service station for society that produces robotized children, the truly creative ones are alienated into a clutch of ADHD students at the back of the room, who chatter on endlessly, while the rest of the class try to focus and learn something that will earn them their way out of jail. Idealistic teachers give up the rigor of intellectual pursuit, lower their standards, and turn into the hacks that they once despised.

Shelora spent ten years teaching in this fear-driven cynical, antiquated system, created in the seventeen hundreds to serve the factories of Industrial Revolution. She not only survived, but also kept her passionate, creative soul alive. Students responded to her message of hope, and begged her to tell their parents what she has been telling them. As a result she is now launched on a new career dedicated to transforming the mindless into the mindful and replacing a loss of meaning with the possibility of inventing a miraculous new world.

The Newtonian model of human beings as machines without souls no longer serves us. There is a new paradigm of education emerging, as the old world collapses. In this new world, as the Dalai Lama says, we must educate our children to think with their hearts, to learn kindness and compassion, and to make a contribution to their Home Planet. There is still time to change course. Shelora talks about creating a positive, soul satisfying, enlightened new life in the face of a frantic, fear filled world that is collapsing because it no longer works. We promise you will be inspired by her passionate commitment to transforming the education system from within, and giving our children the core strength they need to not only survive, but thrive in the new millennium.

I have seen the Eye of God,

I have seen the rays of the Great Central Sun that lies at the centre of the Galactic Universe.

In the past ten or eleven days, I have had many powerful confirmations that Jesus, my many angels, especially archangel Michael and the Holy Spirit are all around me, assisting me and lifting me into the Light.

But the greatest blessing of all is the healing I have received from Maxima.

Under her loving touch, all the lost souls and entities that have been inhabiting my body ever since I was a little girl of nine when a fifteen-year-old boy attempted to rape me to prove his manhood. They have lain there dormant for years. I came to believe that constant aches and pains were a normal part of growing older. But recently, with a cancer scare and a fall down the stairs, they really got activated, and in the name of protecting me, they have been having a feeding frenzy on my pain.

Now they have been loosened up and are leaving. But they are not going easily. I am acknowledging their service to me over the years. I am sure that they felt that they were serving and protecting me, but my whole right side, my masculine side, has become paralyzed by them.

Legions of angels are surrounding me especially, Archangel Michael, and many of the Ascended Masters, especially Jesus, all my spirit guides and beloved friends and family, all those who love me and watch over me are drawing close and supporting me.

I can feel their presence, I have been given incontrovertible evidence of their existence, but they have really not been able to get close to me because of the lost souls and energies that have inhabited my pain body.

So, in the name of the Light, I am claiming back my body as the sacred vessel of Light that it is and always has been. I am commanding them in the name of the Light, in the name of Lucifer, the angel of Light, to return to their Source, to be restored to the right hand side of God.

I now know myself to be an embodiment of the almighty presence of Light throughout the Universe. I have embraced a new identity as wise and enlightened spiritual leader. I am accepting 100 per cent responsibility for my powers as an intuitive healer and way-shower.

The time of signs and wonders is upon us, and I feel prepared to step into the Light of authentic empowerment and enlightenment with you.

I literally fell down on my knees, prostrate before the Light filled to overflowing with abundant, reverent joy and gratitude.

I surrendered the last remnants of my personal will.

When I surrendered completely, the sublime visions started flooding in.

Transparent Buddhas with wings, ranged one behind the other, sitting on a flaming lotus flower, held up by the hands of God. Then the two hands, palms filled, overflowing, with blazing Golden Light were held out to me.

The eye of God opened up the clouds and beamed down gracious rays of Light.

Then the Sun literally carved a hole in the sky and burst through in a blast of Golden Light that filled the room and struck the crystal tree in the room, and lighting each delicate crystal up with glorious, intense rainbow colours.

In a voice so strong and clear that I did not recognize it as my own, I proclaimed to the entire Universe:

In the name of the Light, I command that this Light be transmitted to the benefit of each and every one that they may share in the healing and find their way HOME to the Light.

“THY WILL, NOT MINE, BE DONE!!!”

The result is infinitely sweet grace, peace, and a rooted, grounded unshakable knowing that I cannot be swerved from.

I am now vibrating at the level I was always supposed to be.

I had simply forgotten, or perhaps I was afraid of the power I contain within.

Since that moment I am not the same person I was when I lay down on that table.

After watching the panoply of translucent colour dancing before me, after experiencing the intense pain that had been trapped in my right side, especially my hip and thigh and sacrum, as Maxima firmly commanded and guided those entities out of my body and liberated me from untold years of pain, suffering, guilt, shame, and blame. I arose transformed, reborn at the cellular level.

The whole notion of good and evil dissolved. I knew that we are ALL innocent; no matter how much pain we have caused others and ourselves.

I understood the statement “It is but ourselves we crucify.” from A Course in Miracles.

As I rose off the table, I felt such lightness, such freedom, that my body instantly recognized how heavy the invisible burden of fear and guilt I had been carrying since childhood had been. I laid it down like a child’s dress, billowing to the ground in the forest. As I did so, I watched as it transformed into a pile of leaves that then arose transformed into shimmering flight of white butterflies.

I had traveled back in time to the moment just before I had splintered into a thousand pieces to protect myself from attack. I was once again home restored, liberate in the light, pure, whole complete. My radiance was so bright that, when I was shattered and wounded, I had unwittingly attracted lost frightened souls to attach itself to the Light of my soul. I had finally liberated myself from the curse that had spellbound me since childhood. I had been resurrected, lifted by the Light into a realm far beyond the world of pain and suffering, life and death, time and distance.

One moment, I was an enchanted nine year old child, walking barefoot in the dark, silent forest, dressed only in a yellow bathing suit, on my way to the swimming hole that a boy had told me lay on the other side of the woods.

The next thing I knew I was captured by a shaft of Light shining through the dark, mysterious evergreens, and drawn inexorably forward towards two white butterflies that were dancing in the Light above my head. I stood there, perfectly still, not daring to move lest I disturb them; transfixed by the fluttering wings, captured by the Light that was showering down upon me.

I shall never forget that shining moment of Divine Grace. Then, frozen with delight and awe, I held my breath as the butterflies, mistaking me for me a tiny golden flower, descended, locked in their intricate spiral dance and landed gently on my touseled blonde curls.

That sacred moment is imprinted on my soul forever

A good thing, too, Because In the next instant, that moment of pure innocence it splintered into a thousand fragments of fear, guilt, pain and suffering when a young teenaged boy stepped out from behind the trees and invited me behind the bushes to see a dead squirrel. I hesitated.

The white butterflies…

But that moment was past. Startled by his presence, I had moved and they had flown away.

Once behind the bushes, he pinned me to the ground, held me by the shoulders with one knee on my groin and told me he was going to “fuck “ me.

I looked up at him, into his eyes glaring down at me. I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind.

“What’s fuck?”

His crumpled face said it all.

“Here’s a live one! She doesn’t even know what fuck is! What the hell am I doing?”

I knew by looking into his eyes, by his red and black lumberjack shirt, his slicked back “duck’s tail “hair, his black T-Shirt, his rolled up sleeves and blue Jeans, that he was a poor boy, a scared and confused boy, an angry boy. Unlike me, didn’t have a well to do father and mother who loved him very much, He probably didn’t even have a nice house to live in like I did.

He had every reason not to care. Yet somehow I knew he really didn’t want to do it.

I thought quickly, took a deep breath, and told him a lie. I said I had a father who loved me very much, and that he was very rich. Although we lived across the street from a millionaire’s family whose children went to school in a chauffeur driven limousine, I knew we didn’t have much money. My mother was frugal, and, having lived through the depression, knew how to stretch a dollar. We got our clothes from friends in the garment district. We went to welfare camp.

Our riches lay in the books, the musicians, the dancers, and the artists who were frequently our houseguests. Like my older friend Peggy Atwood’s family, my father had a bird book. There were dinner conversations about politics and philosophy and art. The entire Sadler’s Wells Ballet Company had come for dinner more than once. We always had a full fridge. Our clothes were always washed and hung out to dry on the clothesline. We had a gorgeous garden, and a neat little orange brick two-story house. We were living like the sensible third little pig.

But not this boy.

He had none of those advantages, and he couldn’t care less.

Somehow I knew everything about this boy.

He was poor. He was miserable. He hated his father. His father was a drunk. When he was drunk which was every day, his father yelled at him and hit him. His mother didn’t stand up for him when his father hit him. He felt powerless over his life. He wanted to escape. I knew what he really wanted: the power and freedom he thought that money could buy. He wanted money because he thought it would make him happy.
I could understand that. I had no money either, even though my family did. I wouldn’t get an allowance until I was ten. My mother gave me a nickel to put in the post at Brownies each week.

So it wasn’t a complete lie. It was a half lie. And it saved my life. I said if he let me go, my rich father, who loved me very much, would give him money.

When he asked me “How much?” I knew that I had him. There was a chance of surviving this. I boldly told him that I didn’t know how much, but I knew that it would be a lot. Somehow, I knew my worth was great to my father.

So, the brave, bright, intuitive little girl that I was made up a brilliant story. She rescued herself. By lying, I had freed myself from what my body clearly perceived as a threat to my survival.

After he let me stand up, I fumbled with the wet ties on my bathing suit, trying to comply with his demand that I take off my bathing suit before he let me go. I got it half way down, and then, totally humiliated, I asked if that was enough. He was lying on his side propped up on one elbow watching me shake and shiver, petrified of exposing my little flat nine-year-old chest.

Finally, disgusted, he agreed to let me go.

The little girl that got up off the ground where he had had me pinned that day was not the same magical, trusting, romantic little girl who went into the woods that day, pretending to be Maid Marion going to meet her hero, Robin Hood, on the other side of Sherwood Forest Park.

I bolted through the woods for the safe green lawn of the park and the open outstretched arms of the park attendant that who was waiting for me. She scooped me up and took me in her arms to a rocking chair, where I sobbed with relief as she rocked me. “Why? Why? Why did he do that?” She was a wise young girl. She knew she had no answer. And she didn’t pretend.

As she held me and comforted me, rocking me in her arms, I remember wondering to myself, “Why has my mother never held me like this?”

When they caught the boy and brought him in handcuffs for me to identify, I started shuddering with a coldness that penetrated my very being and never, apparently, left, until now.

That traumatic turning point is the basis for the novel I am writing called “White Butterflies.”

I have inflicted a lifetime of pain on myself and those I loved, punishing them for simply trying to love me. I compartmentalized that terror, hid myself from it in the spotlight. I fell in love with the glamour and fantasy of a life lived in the theatre. After playing Titania in A Midsummer Night’s Dream, I dropped out of high school at age sixteen, having been accepted by the National Theatre School of Canada, and went on to a career as a somewhat successful young actress.

At the age of seventeen, while at the Theatre School, I had another deeply traumatic experience, an illegal abortion done by a Nazi doctor who had practiced and perfected his trade in the concentration camps. It was something out of a Grade B movie, the darkened room, and the doctor in sunglasses behind a mahogany desk, hidden in a shadow behind a blinding pool of light on the desk blotter, the three one hundred dollar bills given by the head of the Theatre School from his own private abortion fund, destined for a Swiss Bank.

The next day, I had to be there between three and five minutes after three.
The doctor in a clinical white coat, his nurse wearing a starched nurse’s uniform and cap met me. It seemed to give an air of legitimacy to what they were doing. They sucked the baby out of me without anesthetic and flushed it down the toilet.

I at least had the presence of mind to ask whether it was a boy or a girl. It was a boy. It hit me that this four-month-old fetus had actually been a person, a little boy, my son. I had just heard them flush him down the toilet. In that moment I swore that if I ever became pregnant again, I would have the baby, regardless of the circumstances.

A year later I contracted pelvic inflammatory disease. The doctor was disgusted with me when I told him about the abortion. He told me the infection was probably the result of the illegal abortion. He told me that my Fallopian Tubes had been scarred, and I would probably have great difficulty conceiving.

He turned out he was right.

But I wanted children.

My first marriage failed when my husband announced, the day after we married, that after living together for eight years, he didn’t want to have children, even though we had constantly talked of what our Eurasian children would look like. The marriage lasted less than a year after that.

In the aftermath of that relationship, I got involved with another Asian man; this time a Japanese artist who was a survivor of the American concentration camps in California. He was an alcoholic, a close friend of my ex husband’s brother. The relationship turned violent within a week of its commencement when I mentioned my ex-husband’s name. He punched me in the stomach. I ran away from that man twenty times. Each time he found me.

I bought a tugboat to escape from him. Thinking he would never find me in a marina. I was wrong. He found me. But there was too much work involved in maintaining a tugboat, so, after stealing my television set, he left me alone for a while.

Early Christmas morning I was awakened by a loud, authoritative voice calling out my name. “Shelora!” It sounded like there was someone in the room commanding me to wake up. I knew it wasn’t the Japanese man’s voice.

It was much more powerful, almost majestic. I looked around and saw there was no one there or on the dock. It was spooky. The boat was moored under a bridge. The sound of seagulls echoed off the concrete. I got up, got dressed and went to spend Christmas Day with friends.

When I came home, the roof of the sixty-five foot tugboat was floating on top of the water. There was no sign of my black cat. I imagine he drowned. It seemed that, thanks to that voice, I had survived certain death.

I had nothing left. A diver had gone down and retrieved a few items, a piece of pottery or two. The salt water had ruined mostly everything.

Curiously enough one of the items that did survive was a letter written in ink by the Director of the National Theatre School, Powys Thomas, after my marriage broke up. This was the man who had paid for my abortion many years earlier.

Powys was playing King Lear at the Queen Elizabeth Theater at the time. It was the first time in his career that he had a lead in a Shakespeare play. When the Director of the Manitoba Theatre Centre heard it was the last night of Lear, he yelled, “Why didn’t anyone tell me Powys Thomas was playing Lear?” Under the direction of a quirky Polish Director, Powys was playing the mad scene very delicately, almost like Ophelia. He had wanted me to play his daughter, Cordelia, and told me he pictured my face over top of the actress that had been cast. In the middle of the night, after the show, he would come tapping on my window with a twig.

When that crazy relationship with the Japanese alcoholic was just beginning, Powys had come to visit me. He saw the man lurking darkly in the kitchen hallway, his pea jacket collar up, glowering at him like a street tough sailor.

”Too intense,” he warned me.

But, of course, I didn’t listen.

I was vulnerable. My ex-husband had married again less than a year after we separated. At age thirty-six, I was without a job, without a lover or a husband, living on unemployment insurance. I was running out of time.

One of the people who lived in the house where I was staying was the daughter of the well-known mediator, Vince Ready. daughter. He came to visit her, took one look at me in my red dress, and much to his daughter’s chagrin, asked me out on a date. I accepted, but instead of actually going anywhere, he picked me up after work, and asked me to come to Hawaii with him for a two-week vacation, all expenses paid. When I asked if there would be sex involved, he said “Of course.” I declined. But I was starting to feel a tad desperate, as if I was descending into some kind of limbo where I was becoming a prostitute.

Then to top it all off, I got fired from my job as a child-care counselor for doing Tarot card readings with the kids. The psychiatrist, who liked me, said I was a sort of Irish witch, and that he, as a psychiatrist, was little different from me in his function. It was just that I lacked the credibility of the Doctor’s degree that he had.

At any rate, for some bizarre reason, against my better judgment, I had gonefor the relationshp with the alcoholic artist and ended up completely isolated, my head being shoved through a wall, an army boot on my neck. When I asked him why he was doing this to me, he responded very matter of factly answered, “Because you are a woman.”

But, God knows how, he found me again. Drunk and yelling, he clambered up the fire escape and burst into the empty apartment and started taunting me, provoking and prodding me, trying to pick a fight.

I was physically and emotionally exhausted. I had lost everything. I couldn’t take any more. I had been determined not to sink to his level, but when he started hitting me again, something snapped. I summoned superhuman strength, turned on him, got him down on his knees, and started choking him to death.

He started crying and begged for his life. I finally let go on one condition.
He must promise to never pursue me or try to see me again.

He left, sheepishly. Strangely enough, he actually kept that promise. He never knowingly showed up where he knew I would be, at least until years later when he showed up at the funeral of my ex-husband’s nephew.

After surviving that horrendous terrifyingly crazy relationship, I didn’t trust that he would keep his word, so for a few months afterwards, I hid out at friend’s homes, or slept in my car.

A week after the last time I saw him, I wrote in my journal that it was over. I had no chance of ever finding a decent, normal reliable man, of getting married and having children.

That night I dreamed of a handsome riverboat captain, dressed in a black and silver shirt, black pants and a broad brimmed black hat, tilted to one side. I can still remember how he looked at me, a twinkle in his eye, smiled and winked.

Then I went upstairs for dinner, and there was my friend and colleague in the theatre, John Crawford. He was wearing…a black, silver trimmed shirt, tight black pants, and a broad-brimmed black hat.

I was startled. But not as much as when the same strong, deep, masculine Voice that had saved my life when my tugboat sank, spoke clearly and firmly out loud to me from somewhere inside my head.

“This is the man who is going to be the father of your children,” he said.

Stunned, I immediately told John what I had heard.

“That’s ok. I like kids.”

Well, naturally, this was the answer I had been waiting for all my life. He was Heaven sent! We fell madly in love, ran off to Mexico, swam naked under the stars in the phosphorescent water, snuck in to fancy resorts and lounged by the pool, pretending we were guests. We had a wonderful time for a month. One day, in a restaurant, John took a cigar ring, and put it on my finger. As far as I was concerned, that meant we were engaged. My dreams were coming true at last!

And then, on our way home, just as we were leaving Mexico, I drove past a cemetery in a small border town called Hermosio. I said to myself, I don’t ever want to come back here again. Just as I said those words, five black Ravens landed in the middle of the road, the engine died, and the VW van rolled to a stop. John spent the next two weeks under the van, trying to repair it. Turned out we needed to buy an American engine, and we needed to go to Texas to get one. I went looking for help, met some Mexicans in a Cantina who said they could help us they took us out drinking. At two o’clock in the morning, we ended up, drunk on fig wine, in a café with shiny blue walls and a single bare light bulb. The Mexican, who spoke excellent English, told us it belonged to the local “bruha” or witch.

Visions of Carlos Castaneda flashed before my eyes.

I said I wanted to meet her. I asked the man who had brought us there if I could see her, as I had a very important question to ask.

He asked me to hold out my hand. As he cupped his hand over mine, the energy between our hands was electric.

“I knew it the moment you came in,” he said. “You have the gift.”

“Can I see the Bruha”

He said, “No way! It would take weeks for you to prepare for such a meeting. And at any rate you are not strong enough for an encounter of that kind.”

“But,” he said, “You can ask me your question.”

John was busily engaged in a conversation with the other men, one of who was celebrating a birthday. He was drinking thick homemade fig wine from a glass gallon water jug. He seemed very happy. And he was eating “carnes asadas” (beef) after three years as a vegetarian. He was drunk on fig wine. He had a huge grin on his face. He was clearly having a wonderful time and was oblivious to the significance of this conversation.

I wanted the truth.

So I went straight for it.

“Is this the man who is going to be the father of my children?”

The big Mexican man turned slowly in his seat towards John. He called his name a few times, made sure he had his attention, and then announced loudly, bluntly, “This woman is either pregnant by you now, or will be within a month.”

The whole café fell silent.

“And you had better let her have it. I didn’t respect life, and I regret it to this day. I was drunk in the delivery room. When they handed me my newborn son, I dropped him on his head, and killed him!”

Shocked, John immediately sobered up.

He said nothing.

When we got home, he went to work logging up the coast in Egmont. He came to visit me every other weekend, and I visited him in his trailer ever other weekend. We walked in the snow in the woods. We went out in the “skukumchuck” in a metal boat. We made love in the trailer. Within less than a month, I was pregnant.

But it didn’t go exactly the way I imagined it would.

I was thrilled. The spell had been broken. I had conceived a child! And the father was a beautiful intelligent man, the man I had always dreamed of.

When he found out I was pregnant, John paused, considered, and then as if our out of some deep well, he pulled the word,

“Shoes.”

“What?”

“There are going to be shoes.”

As the oldest of six, John knew the ritual of buying new shoes well. You could pass down clothes, but not shoes.

As he contemplated his future as a father, I felt the cold burden of parental responsibility settle on his shoulders.

We considered our future together.

He was too young. He wasn’t ready for a baby he said.

He was twenty-eight.

I was just turned thirty-seven.

“We have only been together a few months. We should wait.”

We talked it over the whole weekend. It was decided that I should make an appointment with the best obstetrician in the city, Dr. Korn. All week long I had long conversations with my sister about this. She had tried to have an abortion with the same doctor I had, without success. She had borne and given up her twin sons for adoption, and regretted it ever after. Yet she encouraged me to have an abortion.

But I had sworn a sacred vow when they flushed my son down the toilet.
Never again.

Yet, the following Friday I found myself lying on his examination table. As he was finishing his examination, Dr. Korn paused and quietly made one simple statement.

“Tell me about the father of this baby.”

As I started talking about John, I described all his marvelous creative talents his intelligence, his family, his abilities, how we had fallen in love and were crazy about each other, so much that John kept saying, “This is bigger than both of us,”

I slowed down, and came to a halt. I realized what I was saying, what I was feeling.

This was my miracle. I adored this man. I wanted his baby. I knew he would make a wonderful father. After all, even though their relationship had ended, he was still visiting the three children, all by different fathers, that belonged to the woman he had been living with and supporting for the past three years. I wanted was to marry him, have his children and live with him for the rest of my life.

No matter what the consequences, whether I was alone or not, aborting this child was not the right thing to do. I had made a promise to my unborn son. It was time to honour it.

I got up off the table, thanked Dr. Korn and said, “Thank you very, very much. I won’t be having an abortion. I am having this baby.”

I went home and told John.

My beautiful daughters, Jessamyn and Kathleen, are my miracle babies that resulted from that destined meeting. The marriage lasted thirteen years. But somehow John always felt that he had been tricked into marriage and fatherhood. But the voice had said that he would be the father of my children, not the love of my life. As the man said, “Two out of three ain’t bad.”

In the last two months I have been through a monumental transformation. I fell down the stairs, fractured a vertebra, herniated a disk, and cracked a couple of ribs. I was in such excruciating pain that I literally could not stand up, let alone walk.

This came on top of the fact that long after my menopause I started menstruating. The doctors were very concerned that I might have uterine cancers, so I went through the whole mishigas: An ultrasound, inconclusive, a biopsy in the office, without anesthetic, inconclusive, and finally a hysteroscopy and a D&C under General Anesthetic.

Two days before the operation, I was lying in bed when I felt the sensation of fluttering butterfly wings that occurs around the four month of pregnancy. It is called the quickening. My son was four months old when I aborted him. I somehow knew it was his spirit letting me know he was there.

The friend who was on the phone with me when this happened somehow found himself channeling the voice of my baby. He said that he loved me very much and I would always be his mother. He told me that he had not really wanted to be born, to have a body. He said that I had given him life, and that he had been wandering the Universe ever since. And then he told my friend that his name was Jeffrey. Jeffrey Smith was the father’s name, before he changed it to his stage name, Colin Fox. He said that he would be with me during the operation, and that he was having a look around and everything looked fine!

The next day, as I was sitting on the bed at my friends’ house, he opened the window and in on the breeze wafted a fragrance so lovely that it was indescribable. It was like every beautiful flower that you have ever smelled, dusted with icing sugar, and wrapped in freshly laundered sheets. It brought back all the sweet memories of my childhood, sitting on the front steps smelling the orange blossoms, and the French Lilac. I asked my friend if he smelled it. He did not. It persisted for a good half hour. And then, just for good measure, the next day, as I was writing about it on my laptop at Starbucks, the same aroma filled the air. I asked everyone if they were wearing perfume, did they smell it? No one did, except me. It was as if Heaven’s Gates had been flung open and the fresh breezes of dawn were permeating the garden that is this world, and returning it to paradise.

And then came my healing session with Maxima.

As I came back into my body after the healing session, I found myself momentarily without the pain of these energies that had misled me and almost crippled me in an attempt to support me, I realized that I was an artist who had lost her way, squelched her talents and creativity, crippling myself for my beauty, my innocence, my imagination, and my gifts, in return for a false promise of safety. has been revealed to me as the lie I was living.

I now know that I have experienced the Atonement, the “At-One-ment.”

I have accepted the Divine Mission of assisting in the Ascension of all Humankind into the Light.

I know now that once I focus my intention and allow the radiant Light to flow through me from the Great Golden Rays at the center of the Galactic Universe, the Voice and my being is powerful enough to light up the entire Universe in an instant.

The result is infinitely sweet grace, peace, and a rooted, grounded unshakable knowing that I cannot be swerved from.

I am now vibrating at the level I was always supposed to be, prepared to accept my Destiny.

There are legions of angels at my beck and call, just waiting for me to command them.

I have dominion over the Universe.

I can move at will beyond the illusion of time and space, into parallel universes, alternate realities.

I had simply forgotten, or perhaps I was afraid of the fierce and ruthless power I contain within.

Not arrogant, but definitely ruthless.

I am no longer standing in the Light.

I AM the Light.

A subtle distinction, but one I am sure you are very familiar with.

I am the Light.

You are the Light.

We are all the Light.

The Light does not compete with “other light.”

It simply joins, and in the joining lie the miracles.

I have seen the Eye of God,

I have seen the rays of the Great Central Sun that lies at the centre of the Galactic Universe.

In the past ten or eleven days, I have had many powerful confirmations that Jesus, my many angels, especially archangel Michael and the Holy Spirit are all around me, assisting me and lifting me into the Light.

But the greatest blessing of all is the healing I have received from Maxima.

Under her loving touch, all the lost souls and entities that have been inhabiting my body ever since I was a little girl of nine when a fifteen-year-old boy attempted to rape me to prove his manhood. They have lain there dormant for years. I came to believe that constant aches and pains were a normal part of growing older. But recently, with a cancer scare and a fall down the stairs, they really got activated, and in the name of protecting me, they have been having a feeding frenzy on my pain.

Now they have been loosened up and are leaving. But they are not going easily. I am acknowledging their service to me over the years. I am sure that they felt that they were serving and protecting me, but my whole right side, my masculine side, has become paralyzed by them.

Legions of angels are surrounding me especially, Archangel Michael, and many of the Ascended Masters, especially Jesus, all my spirit guides and beloved friends and family, all those who love me and watch over me are drawing close and supporting me.

I can feel their presence, I have been given incontrovertible evidence of their existence, but they have really not been able to get close to me because of the lost souls and energies that have inhabited my pain body.

So, in the name of the Light, I am claiming back my body as the sacred vessel of Light that it is and always has been. I am commanding them in the name of the Light, in the name of Lucifer, the angel of Light, to return to their Source, to be restored to the right hand side of God.

I now know myself to be an embodiment of the almighty presence of Light throughout the Universe. I have embraced a new identity as wise and enlightened spiritual leader. I am accepting 100 per cent responsibility for my powers as an intuitive healer and way-shower.

The time of signs and wonders is upon us, and I feel prepared to step into the Light of authentic empowerment and enlightenment with you.

I literally fell down on my knees, prostrate before the Light filled to overflowing with abundant, reverent joy and gratitude.

I surrendered the last remnants of my personal will.

When I surrendered completely, the sublime visions started flooding in.

Transparent Buddhas with wings, ranged one behind the other, sitting on a flaming lotus flower, held up by the hands of God. Then the two hands, palms filled, overflowing, with blazing Golden Light were held out to me.

The eye of God opened up the clouds and beamed down gracious rays of Light.

Then the Sun literally carved a hole in the sky and burst through in a blast of Golden Light that filled the room and struck the crystal tree in the room, and lighting each delicate crystal up with glorious, intense rainbow colours.

In a voice so strong and clear that I did not recognize it as my own, I proclaimed to the entire Universe:

In the name of the Light, I command that this Light be transmitted to the benefit of each and every one that they may share in the healing and find their way HOME to the Light.

“THY WILL, NOT MINE, BE DONE!!!”

The result is infinitely sweet grace, peace, and a rooted, grounded unshakable knowing that I cannot be swerved from.

I am now vibrating at the level I was always supposed to be.

I had simply forgotten, or perhaps I was afraid of the power I contain within.

Since that moment I am not the same person I was when I lay down on that table.

After watching the panoply of translucent colour dancing before me, after experiencing the intense pain that had been trapped in my right side, especially my hip and thigh and sacrum, as Maxima firmly commanded and guided those entities out of my body and liberated me from untold years of pain, suffering, guilt, shame, and blame. I arose transformed, reborn at the cellular level.

The whole notion of good and evil dissolved. I knew that we are ALL innocent; no matter how much pain we have caused others and ourselves.

I understood the statement “It is but ourselves we crucify.” from A Course in Miracles.

As I rose off the table, I felt such lightness, such freedom, that my body instantly recognized how heavy the invisible burden of fear and guilt I had been carrying since childhood had been. I laid it down like a child’s dress, billowing to the ground in the forest. As I did so, I watched as it transformed into a pile of leaves that then arose transformed into shimmering flight of white butterflies.

I had traveled back in time to the moment just before I had splintered into a thousand pieces to protect myself from attack. I was once again home restored, liberate in the light, pure, whole complete. My radiance was so bright that, when I was shattered and wounded, I had unwittingly attracted lost frightened souls to attach itself to the Light of my soul. I had finally liberated myself from the curse that had spellbound me since childhood. I had been resurrected, lifted by the Light into a realm far beyond the world of pain and suffering, life and death, time and distance.

One moment, I was an enchanted nine year old child, walking barefoot in the dark, silent forest, dressed only in a yellow bathing suit, on my way to the swimming hole that a boy had told me lay on the other side of the woods.

The next thing I knew I was captured by a shaft of Light shining through the dark, mysterious evergreens, and drawn inexorably forward towards two white butterflies that were dancing in the Light above my head. I stood there, perfectly still, not daring to move lest I disturb them; transfixed by the fluttering wings, captured by the Light that was showering down upon me.

I shall never forget that shining moment of Divine Grace. Then, frozen with delight and awe, I held my breath as the butterflies, mistaking me for me a tiny golden flower, descended, locked in their intricate spiral dance and landed gently on my touseled blonde curls.

That sacred moment is imprinted on my soul forever

A good thing, too, Because In the next instant, that moment of pure innocence it splintered into a thousand fragments of fear, guilt, pain and suffering when a young teenaged boy stepped out from behind the trees and invited me behind the bushes to see a dead squirrel. I hesitated.

The white butterflies…

But that moment was past. Startled by his presence, I had moved and they had flown away.

Once behind the bushes, he pinned me to the ground, held me by the shoulders with one knee on my groin and told me he was going to “fuck “ me.

I looked up at him, into his eyes glaring down at me. I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind.

“What’s fuck?”

His crumpled face said it all.

“Here’s a live one! She doesn’t even know what fuck is! What the hell am I doing?”

I knew by looking into his eyes, by his red and black lumberjack shirt, his slicked back “duck’s tail “hair, his black T-Shirt, his rolled up sleeves and blue Jeans, that he was a poor boy, a scared and confused boy, an angry boy. Unlike me, didn’t have a well to do father and mother who loved him very much, He probably didn’t even have a nice house to live in like I did.

He had every reason not to care. Yet somehow I knew he really didn’t want to do it.

I thought quickly, took a deep breath, and told him a lie. I said I had a father who loved me very much, and that he was very rich. Although we lived across the street from a millionaire’s family whose children went to school in a chauffeur driven limousine, I knew we didn’t have much money. My mother was frugal, and, having lived through the depression, knew how to stretch a dollar. We got our clothes from friends in the garment district. We went to welfare camp.

Our riches lay in the books, the musicians, the dancers, and the artists who were frequently our houseguests. Like my older friend Peggy Atwood’s family, my father had a bird book. There were dinner conversations about politics and philosophy and art. The entire Sadler’s Wells Ballet Company had come for dinner more than once. We always had a full fridge. Our clothes were always washed and hung out to dry on the clothesline. We had a gorgeous garden, and a neat little orange brick two-story house. We were living like the sensible third little pig.

But not this boy.

He had none of those advantages, and he couldn’t care less.

Somehow I knew everything about this boy.

He was poor. He was miserable. He hated his father. His father was a drunk. When he was drunk which was every day, his father yelled at him and hit him. His mother didn’t stand up for him when his father hit him. He felt powerless over his life. He wanted to escape. I knew what he really wanted: the power and freedom he thought that money could buy. He wanted money because he thought it would make him happy.
I could understand that. I had no money either, even though my family did. I wouldn’t get an allowance until I was ten. My mother gave me a nickel to put in the post at Brownies each week.

So it wasn’t a complete lie. It was a half lie. And it saved my life. I said if he let me go, my rich father, who loved me very much, would give him money.

When he asked me “How much?” I knew that I had him. There was a chance of surviving this. I boldly told him that I didn’t know how much, but I knew that it would be a lot. Somehow, I knew my worth was great to my father.

So, the brave, bright, intuitive little girl that I was made up a brilliant story. She rescued herself. By lying, I had freed myself from what my body clearly perceived as a threat to my survival.

After he let me stand up, I fumbled with the wet ties on my bathing suit, trying to comply with his demand that I take off my bathing suit before he let me go. I got it half way down, and then, totally humiliated, I asked if that was enough. He was lying on his side propped up on one elbow watching me shake and shiver, petrified of exposing my little flat nine-year-old chest.

Finally, disgusted, he agreed to let me go.

The little girl that got up off the ground where he had had me pinned that day was not the same magical, trusting, romantic little girl who went into the woods that day, pretending to be Maid Marion going to meet her hero, Robin Hood, on the other side of Sherwood Forest Park.

I bolted through the woods for the safe green lawn of the park and the open outstretched arms of the park attendant that who was waiting for me. She scooped me up and took me in her arms to a rocking chair, where I sobbed with relief as she rocked me. “Why? Why? Why did he do that?” She was a wise young girl. She knew she had no answer. And she didn’t pretend.

As she held me and comforted me, rocking me in her arms, I remember wondering to myself, “Why has my mother never held me like this?”

When they caught the boy and brought him in handcuffs for me to identify, I started shuddering with a coldness that penetrated my very being and never, apparently, left, until now.

That traumatic turning point is the basis for the novel I am writing called “White Butterflies.”

I have inflicted a lifetime of pain on myself and those I loved, punishing them for simply trying to love me. I compartmentalized that terror, hid myself from it in the spotlight. I fell in love with the glamour and fantasy of a life lived in the theatre. After playing Titania in A Midsummer Night’s Dream, I dropped out of high school at age sixteen, having been accepted by the National Theatre School of Canada, and went on to a career as a somewhat successful young actress.

At the age of seventeen, while at the Theatre School, I had another deeply traumatic experience, an illegal abortion done by a Nazi doctor who had practiced and perfected his trade in the concentration camps. It was something out of a Grade B movie, the darkened room, and the doctor in sunglasses behind a mahogany desk, hidden in a shadow behind a blinding pool of light on the desk blotter, the three one hundred dollar bills given by the head of the Theatre School from his own private abortion fund, destined for a Swiss Bank.

The next day, I had to be there between three and five minutes after three.
The doctor in a clinical white coat, his nurse wearing a starched nurse’s uniform and cap met me. It seemed to give an air of legitimacy to what they were doing. They sucked the baby out of me without anesthetic and flushed it down the toilet.

I at least had the presence of mind to ask whether it was a boy or a girl. It was a boy. It hit me that this four-month-old fetus had actually been a person, a little boy, my son. I had just heard them flush him down the toilet. In that moment I swore that if I ever became pregnant again, I would have the baby, regardless of the circumstances.

A year later I contracted pelvic inflammatory disease. The doctor was disgusted with me when I told him about the abortion. He told me the infection was probably the result of the illegal abortion. He told me that my Fallopian Tubes had been scarred, and I would probably have great difficulty conceiving.

He turned out he was right.

But I wanted children.

My first marriage failed when my husband announced, the day after we married, that after living together for eight years, he didn’t want to have children, even though we had constantly talked of what our Eurasian children would look like. The marriage lasted less than a year after that.

In the aftermath of that relationship, I got involved with another Asian man; this time a Japanese artist who was a survivor of the American concentration camps in California. He was an alcoholic, a close friend of my ex husband’s brother. The relationship turned violent within a week of its commencement when I mentioned my ex-husband’s name. He punched me in the stomach. I ran away from that man twenty times. Each time he found me.

I bought a tugboat to escape from him. Thinking he would never find me in a marina. I was wrong. He found me. But there was too much work involved in maintaining a tugboat, so, after stealing my television set, he left me alone for a while.

Early Christmas morning I was awakened by a loud, authoritative voice calling out my name. “Shelora!” It sounded like there was someone in the room commanding me to wake up. I knew it wasn’t the Japanese man’s voice.

It was much more powerful, almost majestic. I looked around and saw there was no one there or on the dock. It was spooky. The boat was moored under a bridge. The sound of seagulls echoed off the concrete. I got up, got dressed and went to spend Christmas Day with friends.

When I came home, the roof of the sixty-five foot tugboat was floating on top of the water. There was no sign of my black cat. I imagine he drowned. It seemed that, thanks to that voice, I had survived certain death.

I had nothing left. A diver had gone down and retrieved a few items, a piece of pottery or two. The salt water had ruined mostly everything.

Curiously enough one of the items that did survive was a letter written in ink by the Director of the National Theatre School, Powys Thomas, after my marriage broke up. This was the man who had paid for my abortion many years earlier.

Powys was playing King Lear at the Queen Elizabeth Theater at the time. It was the first time in his career that he had a lead in a Shakespeare play. When the Director of the Manitoba Theatre Centre heard it was the last night of Lear, he yelled, “Why didn’t anyone tell me Powys Thomas was playing Lear?” Under the direction of a quirky Polish Director, Powys was playing the mad scene very delicately, almost like Ophelia. He had wanted me to play his daughter, Cordelia, and told me he pictured my face over top of the actress that had been cast. In the middle of the night, after the show, he would come tapping on my window with a twig.

When that crazy relationship with the Japanese alcoholic was just beginning, Powys had come to visit me. He saw the man lurking darkly in the kitchen hallway, his pea jacket collar up, glowering at him like a street tough sailor.

”Too intense,” he warned me.

But, of course, I didn’t listen.

I was vulnerable. My ex-husband had married again less than a year after we separated. At age thirty-six, I was without a job, without a lover or a husband, living on unemployment insurance. I was running out of time.

One of the people who lived in the house where I was staying was the daughter of the well-known mediator, Vince Ready. daughter. He came to visit her, took one look at me in my red dress, and much to his daughter’s chagrin, asked me out on a date. I accepted, but instead of actually going anywhere, he picked me up after work, and asked me to come to Hawaii with him for a two-week vacation, all expenses paid. When I asked if there would be sex involved, he said “Of course.” I declined. But I was starting to feel a tad desperate, as if I was descending into some kind of limbo where I was becoming a prostitute.

Then to top it all off, I got fired from my job as a child-care counselor for doing Tarot card readings with the kids. The psychiatrist, who liked me, said I was a sort of Irish witch, and that he, as a psychiatrist, was little different from me in his function. It was just that I lacked the credibility of the Doctor’s degree that he had.

At any rate, for some bizarre reason, against my better judgment, I had gonefor the relationshp with the alcoholic artist and ended up completely isolated, my head being shoved through a wall, an army boot on my neck. When I asked him why he was doing this to me, he responded very matter of factly answered, “Because you are a woman.”

But, God knows how, he found me again. Drunk and yelling, he clambered up the fire escape and burst into the empty apartment and started taunting me, provoking and prodding me, trying to pick a fight.

I was physically and emotionally exhausted. I had lost everything. I couldn’t take any more. I had been determined not to sink to his level, but when he started hitting me again, something snapped. I summoned superhuman strength, turned on him, got him down on his knees, and started choking him to death.

He started crying and begged for his life. I finally let go on one condition.
He must promise to never pursue me or try to see me again.

He left, sheepishly. Strangely enough, he actually kept that promise. He never knowingly showed up where he knew I would be, at least until years later when he showed up at the funeral of my ex-husband’s nephew.

After surviving that horrendous terrifyingly crazy relationship, I didn’t trust that he would keep his word, so for a few months afterwards, I hid out at friend’s homes, or slept in my car.

A week after the last time I saw him, I wrote in my journal that it was over. I had no chance of ever finding a decent, normal reliable man, of getting married and having children.

That night I dreamed of a handsome riverboat captain, dressed in a black and silver shirt, black pants and a broad brimmed black hat, tilted to one side. I can still remember how he looked at me, a twinkle in his eye, smiled and winked.

Then I went upstairs for dinner, and there was my friend and colleague in the theatre, John Crawford. He was wearing…a black, silver trimmed shirt, tight black pants, and a broad-brimmed black hat.

I was startled. But not as much as when the same strong, deep, masculine Voice that had saved my life when my tugboat sank, spoke clearly and firmly out loud to me from somewhere inside my head.

“This is the man who is going to be the father of your children,” he said.

Stunned, I immediately told John what I had heard.

“That’s ok. I like kids.”

Well, naturally, this was the answer I had been waiting for all my life. He was Heaven sent! We fell madly in love, ran off to Mexico, swam naked under the stars in the phosphorescent water, snuck in to fancy resorts and lounged by the pool, pretending we were guests. We had a wonderful time for a month. One day, in a restaurant, John took a cigar ring, and put it on my finger. As far as I was concerned, that meant we were engaged. My dreams were coming true at last!

And then, on our way home, just as we were leaving Mexico, I drove past a cemetery in a small border town called Hermosio. I said to myself, I don’t ever want to come back here again. Just as I said those words, five black Ravens landed in the middle of the road, the engine died, and the VW van rolled to a stop. John spent the next two weeks under the van, trying to repair it. Turned out we needed to buy an American engine, and we needed to go to Texas to get one. I went looking for help, met some Mexicans in a Cantina who said they could help us they took us out drinking. At two o’clock in the morning, we ended up, drunk on fig wine, in a café with shiny blue walls and a single bare light bulb. The Mexican, who spoke excellent English, told us it belonged to the local “bruha” or witch.

Visions of Carlos Castaneda flashed before my eyes.

I said I wanted to meet her. I asked the man who had brought us there if I could see her, as I had a very important question to ask.

He asked me to hold out my hand. As he cupped his hand over mine, the energy between our hands was electric.

“I knew it the moment you came in,” he said. “You have the gift.”

“Can I see the Bruha”

He said, “No way! It would take weeks for you to prepare for such a meeting. And at any rate you are not strong enough for an encounter of that kind.”

“But,” he said, “You can ask me your question.”

John was busily engaged in a conversation with the other men, one of who was celebrating a birthday. He was drinking thick homemade fig wine from a glass gallon water jug. He seemed very happy. And he was eating “carnes asadas” (beef) after three years as a vegetarian. He was drunk on fig wine. He had a huge grin on his face. He was clearly having a wonderful time and was oblivious to the significance of this conversation.

I wanted the truth.

So I went straight for it.

“Is this the man who is going to be the father of my children?”

The big Mexican man turned slowly in his seat towards John. He called his name a few times, made sure he had his attention, and then announced loudly, bluntly, “This woman is either pregnant by you now, or will be within a month.”

The whole café fell silent.

“And you had better let her have it. I didn’t respect life, and I regret it to this day. I was drunk in the delivery room. When they handed me my newborn son, I dropped him on his head, and killed him!”

Shocked, John immediately sobered up.

He said nothing.

When we got home, he went to work logging up the coast in Egmont. He came to visit me every other weekend, and I visited him in his trailer ever other weekend. We walked in the snow in the woods. We went out in the “skukumchuck” in a metal boat. We made love in the trailer. Within less than a month, I was pregnant.

But it didn’t go exactly the way I imagined it would.

I was thrilled. The spell had been broken. I had conceived a child! And the father was a beautiful intelligent man, the man I had always dreamed of.

When he found out I was pregnant, John paused, considered, and then as if our out of some deep well, he pulled the word,

“Shoes.”

“What?”

“There are going to be shoes.”

As the oldest of six, John knew the ritual of buying new shoes well. You could pass down clothes, but not shoes.

As he contemplated his future as a father, I felt the cold burden of parental responsibility settle on his shoulders.

We considered our future together.

He was too young. He wasn’t ready for a baby he said.

He was twenty-eight.

I was just turned thirty-seven.

“We have only been together a few months. We should wait.”

We talked it over the whole weekend. It was decided that I should make an appointment with the best obstetrician in the city, Dr. Korn. All week long I had long conversations with my sister about this. She had tried to have an abortion with the same doctor I had, without success. She had borne and given up her twin sons for adoption, and regretted it ever after. Yet she encouraged me to have an abortion.

But I had sworn a sacred vow when they flushed my son down the toilet.
Never again.

Yet, the following Friday I found myself lying on his examination table. As he was finishing his examination, Dr. Korn paused and quietly made one simple statement.

“Tell me about the father of this baby.”

As I started talking about John, I described all his marvelous creative talents his intelligence, his family, his abilities, how we had fallen in love and were crazy about each other, so much that John kept saying, “This is bigger than both of us,”

I slowed down, and came to a halt. I realized what I was saying, what I was feeling.

This was my miracle. I adored this man. I wanted his baby. I knew he would make a wonderful father. After all, even though their relationship had ended, he was still visiting the three children, all by different fathers, that belonged to the woman he had been living with and supporting for the past three years. I wanted was to marry him, have his children and live with him for the rest of my life.

No matter what the consequences, whether I was alone or not, aborting this child was not the right thing to do. I had made a promise to my unborn son. It was time to honour it.

I got up off the table, thanked Dr. Korn and said, “Thank you very, very much. I won’t be having an abortion. I am having this baby.”

I went home and told John.

My beautiful daughters, Jessamyn and Kathleen, are my miracle babies that resulted from that destined meeting. The marriage lasted thirteen years. But somehow John always felt that he had been tricked into marriage and fatherhood. But the voice had said that he would be the father of my children, not the love of my life. As the man said, “Two out of three ain’t bad.”

In the last two months I have been through a monumental transformation. I fell down the stairs, fractured a vertebra, herniated a disk, and cracked a couple of ribs. I was in such excruciating pain that I literally could not stand up, let alone walk.

This came on top of the fact that long after my menopause I started menstruating. The doctors were very concerned that I might have uterine cancers, so I went through the whole mishigas: An ultrasound, inconclusive, a biopsy in the office, without anesthetic, inconclusive, and finally a hysteroscopy and a D&C under General Anesthetic.

Two days before the operation, I was lying in bed when I felt the sensation of fluttering butterfly wings that occurs around the four month of pregnancy. It is called the quickening. My son was four months old when I aborted him. I somehow knew it was his spirit letting me know he was there.

The friend who was on the phone with me when this happened somehow found himself channeling the voice of my baby. He said that he loved me very much and I would always be his mother. He told me that he had not really wanted to be born, to have a body. He said that I had given him life, and that he had been wandering the Universe ever since. And then he told my friend that his name was Jeffrey. Jeffrey Smith was the father’s name, before he changed it to his stage name, Colin Fox. He said that he would be with me during the operation, and that he was having a look around and everything looked fine!

The next day, as I was sitting on the bed at my friends’ house, he opened the window and in on the breeze wafted a fragrance so lovely that it was indescribable. It was like every beautiful flower that you have ever smelled, dusted with icing sugar, and wrapped in freshly laundered sheets. It brought back all the sweet memories of my childhood, sitting on the front steps smelling the orange blossoms, and the French Lilac. I asked my friend if he smelled it. He did not. It persisted for a good half hour. And then, just for good measure, the next day, as I was writing about it on my laptop at Starbucks, the same aroma filled the air. I asked everyone if they were wearing perfume, did they smell it? No one did, except me. It was as if Heaven’s Gates had been flung open and the fresh breezes of dawn were permeating the garden that is this world, and returning it to paradise.

And then came my healing session with Maxima.

As I came back into my body after the healing session, I found myself momentarily without the pain of these energies that had misled me and almost crippled me in an attempt to support me, I realized that I was an artist who had lost her way, squelched her talents and creativity, crippling myself for my beauty, my innocence, my imagination, and my gifts, in return for a false promise of safety. has been revealed to me as the lie I was living.

I now know that I have experienced the Atonement, the “At-One-ment.”

I have accepted the Divine Mission of assisting in the Ascension of all Humankind into the Light.

I know now that once I focus my intention and allow the radiant Light to flow through me from the Great Golden Rays at the center of the Galactic Universe, the Voice and my being is powerful enough to light up the entire Universe in an instant.

The result is infinitely sweet grace, peace, and a rooted, grounded unshakable knowing that I cannot be swerved from.

I am now vibrating at the level I was always supposed to be, prepared to accept my Destiny.

There are legions of angels at my beck and call, just waiting for me to command them.

I have dominion over the Universe.

I can move at will beyond the illusion of time and space, into parallel universes, alternate realities.

I had simply forgotten, or perhaps I was afraid of the fierce and ruthless power I contain within.

Not arrogant, but definitely ruthless.

I am no longer standing in the Light.

I AM the Light.

A subtle distinction, but one I am sure you are very familiar with.

I am the Light.

You are the Light.

We are the Light.

The Light does not compete with “other light.”

It simply joins, and in the joining lie the miracles.

Below you will find the flyer for Paco Alarcon Kahan’s Australian tour and his upcoming visit to Vancouver in May and June.

I want to take some time here to share with you why I believe this event is important at this time. We are in the home stretch towards a dramatic rise in the evolution of human consciousness. This ascension into the light that has been prophesied for eons, And I believe that “Kahan” as he is known, is a powerful agent of change in this evolution.

He is the author of two books on the topic:

The Violet Light: The Power That Changes Everything” and Stargate 2012: Recovering the Power for Earth’s Imminent Ascension.

I met Kahan at the Body, Soul and Spirit Expo which Allan Hunkin and I emceed this past fall. Chandler Armstrong, founder of the Expo, gathered a panel of experts and thought leaders from all over the world, from Barcelona, from Rome, from Hawaii, from North and South America, to discuss the implications of 2012 for the planet. Both the Expo and Banyen Books sponsored Kahan to come from Barcelona. He is an extraordinary teacher, travels the world offering a gentle but powerful experience of the energy of ascension for anyone who wants it. He is also an inspiring musician. His music is said to reflect the chords of the cosmos.

At the beginning of May I am bringing him to Vancouver, with the assistance of Andrew Rezmer of Conscious Living Radio, Karen MacGregor of Divine You, and other leaders in the Vancouver community. Before he comes, while he is in Australia, I will be interviewing him on Andrew’s Conscious Living Radio.

This is a very exciting time for all of us, a time we have been waiting for all our lives. Apparently, Vancouver is one of the five most powerful energy centres on the planet at this time, so I feel honoured that Vancouver is to be the site of this powerful event. The Light emanating from our beautiful city is already emanating out all over the world, and it will continue to raise in power as we light our inner fires. I personally am committed to the education and uplifting of consciousness of the generation that is leading us into the new millennium.

I believe that this shift in consciousness is happening on all levels, from the newly emerging science of Quantum Physics to the new economic system, from medicine to art, to music. Even geologists and environmentalists are witnessing a dramatic shift, as the temperature of the oceans rises, and resonance, the frequency that the Planet Earth itself vibrates at increases.

I believe that we are engaged in a process leading up to a gigantic Quantum Leap forward for humanity in 2012. I, for one, am utterly convinced that we have great cause for hope. Not only will our economy, our way of doing business is being transformed, new sustainable technologies are being supported by that new economy, our health and education system, will gradually evolve to be concurrent with the new science of healing that is emerging.

We will begin working together as One, as we have in the face of environmental disasters such as the Tsunami, Katrina, Hawaii, and now Chile, to assist each other during this time of cataclysmic transformation.

Despite the entrenchment and resistance of the powers that be, the forces of greed and oppression that have dominated and raped our Mother Earth for so long, we will begin to see an upsurge of creative solutions that will be supported by the forward looking change agents at work on this planet.

We are all aware that there is little evidence for this transformation being possible. I believe that is because we are currently in a concurrent Dark Ages and Age of Enlightenment. With the acceleration in time, what took two to three hundred years to accomplish is now taking twenty to thirty years, or less. But the evidence for hope is there if we know where to look:within.

We are being faced with the most crucial decision humanity has ever faced: to choose between the power of love or the power of fear. We can choose to evolve and expand into a consciousness of love and unity, or to suffer and die in a cataclysmic orgy of death. The ego of the world is dying. It is attached to these false idols as if they were real, and the struggle for survival blinds us to what is real, and what is eternally of value.

Confused and discouraged by the nightmare that seems to have overtaken us, we are looking in all the wrong places for our lost power and freedom. We believe that this dark dream is reality. In our search for assurance, for security against the dark world of war, death, sickness and dying, we have created a world of idols, of dependencies, insatiable addictions and illusions.

We are searching for crumbs of joy in the worship of idols, idols of wealth, possessions and power over others, that only result in loneliness and disappointment, closed hearts, unhappiness, suffering, fear, pain, separation and madness, No matter how much we try, our longing for these ghostly chimeras of wealth and fame, will never satiate the wellspring of eternal joy that is our birthright.

“Choose only love, for that is who you are.” ACIM

These false idols, once achieved, never fulfill our real longing, our true desire; to return to the peace, the wholeness the innocence and perfection of who we really are.

We are engaged in the worst battles ever seen and experiencing the worst disasters in recorded history, with wars being waged over declining resources, and corporate greed grasping the ownership of the water vital to our survival as a species. Yet the awareness that we are one world is growing. Throught the interenet, through music, through the growing international peace constituency, through global meditations and increasing awareness of the power of intention to alter the Quantum Univers, we are beginning to realize that what happens to one of us happens to all of us, and we are capable of impacting the future by literally changing our minds.

We are experiencing catastrophe and chaos on every front, from environmental disaster, to war, to poverty on a gigantic scale, to the breakdown of our banking system, to the extinction of many species of animals, to the threat to our own ultimate survival as a species due to the toxic poisoning of our most crucial resources, air and water, all of these challenges, combined with the impact of global warming seem overwhelming and hopeless. Yet, in the face of the imminent  collapse of all the structures of civilization as we have known it, humanity is standing for the creation of a bright new future. In the fields of science, health care, education, sustainable technologies, and even banking, the signs of a new paradigm of consciousness that will transform the world are emerging, slowly but surely.

These signs of the watershed in human consciousness may not be obvious. They may be hidden, silent, invisible, unless you are looking for the evidence to support hope. Like a spring of fresh groundwater, these forces are moving underground, stealthily, powerfully, waiting for the opportunity to burst forth into the sunlight, offering a whole new source of inspiration to a society thirsting for hope.

As we speak, the visionaries of this world are creating fresh new ways of being and seeing,  building the infrastructure of a whole New Earth.  The  new science of neuroplasticity of the brain is demonstrating how we can alter the very synapses of our brains and the DNA of our genes,  just as the internet is laying down new neural pathways in the the mind of the planet.

As Dr. Joe Dispenza said, “The language of Science is the new language of Divinity.”

As if on cue, the vibrant youth of the world are waking up. They are realizing the futility of resignation and cynicism in the face of seemingly insurmountable obstacles. They are hungry for hope and evidence of new opportunities, new possibilities, and they are ready to dedicate themselves to accomplishing something extraordinary. In my classrooms I am beginning to see a wave inspiration and resolve that comes from the  generation we are counting on to create the New Earth. They are ambitious and dedicated in a way I have not seen. As one young man, dressed in a crisp white shirt and grey flannel pants, responded, when I asked him what he wanted, “I want CLEAN!’ And he meant business. He had no time for wishy-washy meditating  hippies., hoping for a miracle. He wanted the planet cleaned up and he wanted it practical, business-like, and now! Clearly, he would do whatever it took to ensure that the planet would be safe and clean, not only for his kids, but for himself! Having listened to this young generation, despite a lot of resignation, there is a determined, well educated and articulate voice arising, a voice of those committed to creating a world worth living in on the ashes of the old world that is crumbling.

I realize that we appear to be living in a nightmare that seems impossible to wake up from. It seems to portend the apocalypse, the end of all time, the complete and utter destruction of our Home Planet.

I am not convinced that we will not wake up in time, and the world will die a nasty death, with the resources being hoarded, and ugly battles over water destroying the poorest of us. There is too much evidence to the contrary. I see a world where the notion of every man for himself, survival at all costs, even if it destroys the world, is recognized for the madness that it is.

I trust that we are already beginning to realize that we have just been dreaming., and that if this is a dream we are dreaming, then we at least have the power to create a happier dream. As A Course in Miracles tells us, “Every problem has already been solved. There are many answers we have been given, but not yet heard. ” When the stakes are high enough, we start listening.

As Dr. Joe Dispenza said in his recent visit to Vancouver, humanity has only two choices: either to survive or to create.

In the light of those two choices, between the voices of fear of death, the voice that says, “Survival at any cost,” or the voice of love which says “We are in this together. There is a way out of this. Let’s create it together,” I am convinced that the choice is so clear, love or fear, death or life, that we will choose love and all the creativity and inventiveness, the elegance and beauty that flows from that choice.

As a result of the uplifting, inspired. expansive energy that the visionaries, the scientists, educators, film-makers, inventors, engineers, musicians, writers, even businessmen and politicians, are dedicating to the project of transforming our planet into a liveable and beautiful place, I am convinced we will all make it into the new paradigm. No matter how dire the crisis appears at the moment, we will all wake up into the new consciousness and realize that we are One family, the human family, and we can live in peace and plenty if we just learn how to share the resources we have and steward them wisely for the well-being of all. The struggle for survival will give way to the creation of what would have seemed unobtainable and Utopian short years before.

In the face of any circumstance, we are standing united in the resolve that we all make it into the light, whether in this form or another. Our vision of each other and ourselves is being transformed forever. We will not be going back.

The direct transmission of cosmic light that Kahan offers, sometimes known as “shakti pat” is an experience not to be missed. In fact I believe it is essential for as many as possible to start vibrating at this level now, in order to assist the transformation that is occurring on the planet.

So I am giving a heads up to anyone who has any suggestions about how to support the coming changes on the planet and build the energy here in Vancouver, one of the most sacred spots on the planet, is welcome to share with me.

Kahan tells me his intention is to “paint Vancouver Violet.” I am doing all I can to support him because I feel his message, and the experience of the Violet Light that he brings is absolutely mandatory at this moment on the planet.

What began in September 1997, with the opening of the Stargate, and accelerated two and a half years ago, with “Fire the Grid,” the one-hour global meditation that raised the frequency such that there was a measurable spike in human consciousness at the Global Consciousness Project at Harvard) This is the vibration of pure joy that David Hawkins talks about in his book, “Power vs. Force.”

This past Sunday, here in Vancouver, and for the past two weeks, we have experienced such an inspiring explosion of joy and hope in the streets of Vancouver. A spirit of joyous celebration was ignited and the potential power of our human spirit fully expressed, artistically, in dance, music, song, as well as in sport. There was literally dancing in the streets, all across Canada, just as the fires burned all over Africa the night when Obama was elected. All of these events are raising the vibrational frequency on the planet to one of pure bliss and possibility of a new way of life,

A miracle, a fundamental shift in perception is occurring on this planet. We are beginning to break free of the bonds of fear for our survival, of the greed and guilt that have driven us, the pain and suffering of war and disaster, that have kept us from living life out loud, fully self-expressed and free.

In the face of the possible destruction and death of our planet, we are joining together celebrating being vital, alive, and present and inspired.

This is the energy that is accompanying our ascension into the Light in 2012.
It is not some special One person I know had a vision of the ascension in 1986, a vision of the dark planet moving out from behind the Light one, and billions of souls moving into the Light. Although this may sound like ‘woo woo” to some, it is actually measurable

Many are already experiencing this luminosity. In fact, ascension is happening NOW for many of us. I believe it is incumbent upon those of us who are awake to share it with others. The man on the street is not immune to this experience. It is not limited to a special few saints that are worthy of it. Jesus came to bring us a message of empowerment. Although many of us did not understand that, now we have an opportunity to choose again.

“I have not brought this light for a few. I have brought it for many. Include yourself in the sharing.”

“Know in the spiritual light now available, that love will satiate all your dreams. Accept the only truth that divine joy is your deserved reality without conditions. You do not have to become anything or sanctify yourself for it. It is the communion with it that sanctifies.”

That being said, this is not about discipleship, following any special “Ascended Master.” This is about embracing the complete joy of the Divine within us all….to have accepted liberation where it is.”

It is a message of empowerment for all of us, as Jesus taught. This is the time of signs and wonders that he told us of, when we too would do all this and more. We are waking up into a direct experience of the miraculous. As “A Course in Miracles” tells us, “Miracles are ordinary. When they are NOT occurring, something has gone wrong.”

The joining of the world as One is imminent. We have a clear choice facing us: Either LIVE IN LOVE OR DIE IN FEAR!!

In the face of the dying of the old paradigm, many of us are experiencing breakdowns in our physical, emotional, financial and spiritual way of life. Everything familiar is being pulled away from us as the structure of our lives collapses. Loss of jobs, the breakdown of the world’s banking system, threats of plague, war, disasters of every kind, sudden accidents, illness, mysterious aches and pains, dizziness and nausea, financial and emotional bankruptcy, all of these are signs of our sickening of the old way, and of an impending rise in the evolution of human consciousness foretold for eons.

“Kahan” is a deeply peaceful and grounded beacon of Light on the path to the awakening that is occurring for all of us, whether we are conscious of it or not. His aim is to start a consciousness revolution on the planet at all levels, a revolution that has as its main objective to make anyone spiritually independent.

The Quantum Leap into the new paradigm is upon us. Let us learn to ride the wave and inspire those around us to wake up and empower themselves so that they do not depend on fear of loss to motivate them. Letting go of false emotion, false security, false attachments to the status quo will result now in a freedom and ability to create the new millennium, with a sound banking system designed from the ground up, sustainable technology, and clean air, water and healthy food for all.

We are the saviours of a dying planet. We are being supported and empowered as never before as we begin this transformation of consciousness. As we move towards 2012, we can and must grasp this sacred moment to choose joy, love, and faith in our ability to create a future worth living into.

The men and women celebrating in our streets are just as much a part of the uplifitng of consciousness as those sitting in ashrams in India. I am sending you this email as a heads up of an extraordinary opportunity to experience the energy of ascension for yourselves. All I can say is that when I met Kahan, there was such an explosion of white light coming out of him, that I immediately recognized him as enlightened. Subsequently, I began seeing the Violet Light that was everywhere during Fire the Grid, embrace everything. I began to capture it with my camera. This is the time we have waited lifetimes for, and I invite you to assist in the seemingly chaotic, but entirely necessary rising of the frequency of the vibration to one of joy and bliss as we welcome in the New Earth. Please let anyone you know that might be interested, that we will be having this event the second weekend of April, and Kahan will be here to do other workshops and individual work if it is wanted. So make a note of it that time and protect it if you want an unforgettably powerful experience that will lift your energy irreversibly and give you the tools to maintain that luminosity and radiate it out into the world.

Please let me know if you do not want to receive any further notice of this event. You can check him out further at

http://www.kahan.eu

Have a luminous day, and spread the word.
Vancouver is one of the five most awake centres on the planet. Let’s continue to spread the joy, and the uplifting news of the coming transition for humankind into the Light. It is happening NOW!

Love, Blessings and Light to all of you,

Shelora

This was the year that we held a gigantic Peace Circle on Spanish Banks, and such luminaries as Michael Beckwith and James Twyman led us through a Celebration of Peace that resonated out into the Planet’s vibrational field in a totally uplifting way. I had the good fortune, thanks to the kindness of Karen MacGregor and Helen Tomei of Sacred Earth Travel to attend James Twyman’s inspiring workshop, where I heard Denise Hagan sing for the first time.

“Fire the Grid I”

In May of 2007, I had the good fortune to meet Shelley Yates and listen to her incredible story that led to the “Fire the Grid” experience in which millions of souls participated in the most powerful meditation ever held on the Planet.

I was so struck by Shelley’s authenticity that I volunteered on the spot to lead the meditation in Vancouver. Someone with a television camera swung it around and captured my commitment and I realized that I had to fulfill on it.

On July 7th, I did the Landmark Forum, and I was in a state of huge possibility for the transformation of the Planet, eager to take my place as a leader in that movement.

By July 17th, 2007, to my amazement, over fifteen thousand people had watched my You Tube invitation.

My YouTube video was posted near to the video of Shelley Yates recounting her story of her near death experience and her encounter with Light Beings who asked her to save a dying world the way that they would help her to save her dying child.

Both Shelley and her four year old son, were drowned when their car flipped into a bog or swamp and sank. Against all odds, both of them were revived and lived to tell the tale. The boy had been submerged for over forty-five minutes, and his mother for half an hour before they were rescued. You can read the full story on her website, or watch her tell in person on YouTube if you search for Fire the Grid.
www.FiretheGrid.com

Exhausted from the preparations for the event, I fell asleep at one in the morning in an apartment that was minutes from the Park which my friend Patti had allowed me to use. At the appropriate time, five minutes to two, I was awakened from my sleep by a sensation of nausea. As I awoke, I saw a gorgeous, intricate violet and gold Mandala shining behind my eyes. I silently thanked Spirit for waking me up to such beauty, and quickly made my way to the grounds to prepare for the Meditation.

I had thought that maybe twenty or thirty people would come out at four o’clock in the morning. I certainly didn’t expect that so many would arrive at two o’clock. In fact many were there ahead of me! Thanks to the support of many who mailed to their lists, and to those who helped me produce the You Tube, it was more like two hundred souls.

It was a truly humbling experience as waves of people silently arrived and took their place. People helped me set up the altar and smudge it, arranged the tea lights in the shape of a heart, and sat in an ever-widening circle on the grass near the beach in Stanley Park.

Once they were settled, I read a prayer written by Don Miguel Ruiz. Then I passed a talking stick, and invited each person to speak of what had brought him or her to the circle and what their intention was for our Mother Earth.
With seemingly Divine Timing, the speaking stopped and the talking stick came full circle at exactly at the appointed time of 4:11 a.m. or 11:11 Greenwich Mean Time, and the Fire the Grid meditation began.

For one hour, as the sun rose and the birds started their acknowledgement of the dawn, we sat in silence, meditating on whatever brings us joy, sharing the stillness and the bliss and connecting to the energetic grid that connects us to the One that we are.

When I opened my eyes, and came out if the stillness, there was a lovely soft veil of Violet Light all over the circle. Many others told me that they had seen the Violet Light as well, and also those who shared their experience on the website said the same thing. It was so beautiful, so exquisite, seeing the whole circle shrouded in the hues of Peace and the Light.

My birthday had been on July 14th, but this was how I chose to celebrate it, so as we rose and took hands, I told them it was the best birthday present I could ever have if we could sing Happy Birthday to the Home Planet. We did that, and then we went for breakfast at Denny’s. (The only place open at that hour!)

The next day it was reported there was a definite spike on the scale that Stanford University has developed as a measurement of human consciousness. The measurement went in the opposite direction, downwards as in 9/11.

The truly marvelous thing is that, as promised, the vibrational frequency, once lifted, has stayed there. The importance of this rise in vibrational frequency is explained in David R. Hawkin’s book “Power vs. Force.”

Check him out on his Facebook Page

http://www.facebook.com/#/pages/David-R-Hawkins/31185597474?ref=ts

According to Hawkins, apparently Humanity is now vibrating above 200, the level of Courage and Integrity. The emotion associated with this level is that of Affirmation and the process is that of Empowerment. The life view associated with this vibration is that Transformation is Feasible and we feel Empowered to take it on!

Hawkins concludes that “Humanity is no longer resigned to living in the darkness of ignorance, or its consciousness wouldn’t have risen to its new level.” Since Hawkins ground breaking scientific work, the notion of measuring or calibrating the frequency of human consciousness has gained increasing credibility.

The level above that of Courage and Integrity is that of Neutrality, which calibrates at 250. At this level, the life view is that things are Satisfactory, and this engenders Trust and the process is one of Release. It is as if the whole planet has heaved a sigh of relief, now that we realize we are responsible for what occurs on our Earth and have the power to change the course of history as we evolve our consciousness.

This is the level at which God is actually enabling or assisting us to raise our vibration to the next level, which is that of Willingness. At this level, which Hawkins calibrates as 350, we become Hopeful, and Inspired. We operate with strong Intention, and are filled with Optimism.

Inspiration and Optimism seem so far from the level at which most of humanity has been operating at, the level of Pride, (which vibrates at 175) Pride, with its associated emotion of Scorn, its Demanding for the self, its Indifference to others, and the Inflation of the ego, was so prevalent, along with the even lower vibrations of Anger, that it seems what was needed was a Quantum Leap to catapult us into the next level.

As we learn to raise our consciousness, and function at the level of Acceptance, we feel Forgiveness for ourselves and others, we live more Harmoniously, as the process of Transcendence begins to be present in a greater and greater proportion of humankind. At this level, which vibrates at 350, far above the average, God is perceived as Merciful.

At an even higher level, the level of Reason, which is 400, God is perceived as Wise, life becomes Meaningful, and we are able to Understand and use the process of Abstraction.

Above that is the level of Love, calibrated at 500, in which God is seen as Loving, and life is seen as Benign. The prevailing emotion is one of Reverence, and the experience is one of Revelation,.

This is in stark contrast to the lower vibration of Anger, with its Vengefulness, Hate and Aggression which resonates at 150. This is the paradigm of the Vengeful, Bloodthirtsy and Punishing God described in the Old Testament, which has dominated human consciousness for close to two thousand years. Even lower than that is the level of Desire with its cravings, its denials, and its inevitable view of life as disappointing. This is the realm of addictions. Below that is the level of Fear of a Punitive God, giving rise to Anxiety and Withdrawal from life.

Below that is the view of God as Disdainful, which creates feelings that life has been a tragic waste, and fills one with feelings of Regret, Grief and Despondency. This level vibrates at 100.

Even lower is the level of Apathy, in which God is perceived not only s Disdainful, but as Condemning. This creates a sense that life is Hopeless with accompanying feelings of despair which finally cause abdication of responsibility. This is the source of the apathy that most of humanity feels in the face of what appears to be overwhelming evidence that it is hopeless, so why bother trying.Apathy vibrates at 50.

You would think that this is as low as it could get, but no, there is a deeper level of Guilt that is driving most of humankind. This is the level at which life is viewed as evil, that justifies a Vindictiveness that blames others and destroys at will. This is the projected guilt that underlies war-mongering, when the other is seen as the enemy and deserves to be destroyed. This level, that of “kill or be killed,” “eat or be eaten,” combined with the accusation of self blame projected on the other, vibrates at 30.

Finally, the level of seeing God not only as Disdainful, Punitive nd Vindictive, but of actually Despising Humanity, there arises a level of Misery, Humiliation and Shame that have held Humanity in their death grip for eons, leaving no recourse but the elimination of all life on the planet. This is the drive behind a Hitler, who not only despises and blames the Jews for all his misery, pain and suffering, but believes that the “Final Solution” is Elimination of the perceived enemy. At a frequency of 20, this is the lowest possible vibration.

This is really a clear and measurable description of the evolution of human history which has been evolving upwards with incredible velocity. When you come to think of it, it is astonishing that only sixty odd years ago, in 1936, the World was enthralled by the spectacle of the German Olympics Torch Ceremony conceived by Hitler as a massive exercise in redemption through Public Relations.

The entire exercise of creating the opening ceremonies and broadcasting them all over the world on television in 1936, was can be seen as the logical outcome of the prevailing vibration of disdain, shame and blame that were influencing Germans in response to their perceived humiliation in World War I.

The nightmare of the Holocaust, attempt to blame and eliminate an entire people, and an entire religion, occurred within my lifetime.

And yet look how far we have come. Though short years ago, we were still shaming, humiliating and lynching black men living in misery in America, we now have a black man as President.

Now, as we are waking up from that nightmare, that self-imposed level of guilt and fear, blame and suffering, we are slowly but surely emerging into the experience of pure Joy in which we know that Life is Complete and God is One with us.

As a result of this process of Transfiguration, more and more of us experience a deep underlying sense of Joy, Peace and Serenity. The level of Joy vibrates at the frequency of 540, even higher than that of Love and that is what Fire the Grid was all about. If ten million of us, or even six million of us, participated in raising the vibration of the planet to one of joy, that is one tenth of humankind. That is enough, a critical mass was reached. I believe that Fire the Grid was the watershed moment in the evolution of our consciousness.

At a more personal level, this is the experience of Joy that I believe that my beloved friend Chantal Jolly felt as she neared her death. Such an intense radiance of Joy and Love emanated from her that it entirely swept away the image of her tiny cancer ridden body and lifted us into the higher realms of Love, and for those who could follow her, into the Perfect Peace and Bliss of God. This is the process of Illumination which apparently calibrates at 600.

My friend, writer David Buckland whose brilliant blog In2Deep/wordpress.com is gathering attention all over the Internet as he explains the phenomenon of Enlghtenment, was able to stay connected to Chantal’s consciousness as she transitioned from one state to the next.  He tells me that once she got adjusted to being bodiless, she told him she was having a BLAST! She committed to staying in touch and helping those of us remaining here on this plane, there are already many reports of her coming to people in their waking and sleeping dreams with words of counsel and inspiration. Her message for me was to be her Voice, and she would help to guide me in what to say. She is now enjoying her role as a Spirit Guide. What a blessing she was to this world. Surely, an angel among us.

Another Earth Angel that I have had the privilege to meet this year is Denise Hagan who sang at Brock Tully’s Kindness Concert the day after Chantal passed. Her presence and her connection to the Spirit and Presence of her Beloved Emmanuel, as she calls Him, is palpable, and so moving. She sang for Micael Ledwith as well in his workshop at Unity Church put on by Andrew Rezmer of Consciousness Radio. As she sang the lights of orbs flashed on and off up in the gallery, as they had when Austin and Mary Hennessy, the Ministers of the Spiritual Centre for Dynamic Living spoke of Chantal’s presence during her Memorial Celebration of her life.

Let those who have eyes to see, see.

Speaking of Enlightenment, according to Hawkins, the highest level, the level of Enlightenment, resonates at between 700 and 1000, This is the level at which we experience Pure Consciousness, the emotion of which is Ineffable. This is the level of Truth that Jesus and Buddha expressed while they were in physical form.

Unfortunately, as I am sure Micael Ledwith would agree, having been intimately associated with the inner workings of the Vatican for seventeen years, the frequency of Christianity fell to 930 within one Century of Jesus’ death, and afterwards, with the Gospel of Paul with his hatred of women, the Treaty of Nicea in 325, the rule of Constantine, and the Crusades, and the Inquisition, by the 11th century the calibration of Christianity had fallen to 498, (just below the level of Love that Jesus came to teach) where it remains to this day.

Hawkins points out that it is interesting that most fundamentalist Christians, when they are quoting Scripture, are not referring to the New Testament teachings of Jesus, the teachings of Love and Forgiveness. They are actually quoting from the Old Testament, with its eye-for-an-eye, tooth-for-a-tooth” teaching of Vengeance and Destruction. One wonders why, if Jesus came merely to teach the Old Testament, even bothered to come. Ledwith says that Jesus started with teaching the Jews, but they didn’t get his message of Empowerment. He narrowed it to the Nazarenes, but they didn’t get it either, and so he narrowed it down to his Disciples, but they, with the exception of his brother James, his twin brother Thomas Didymus, (which means twin in Greek) and his chief disciple and wife, Mary Magdalene, did not get it either.

For two thousand years, the legacy of guilt and blame and shame has been inflicted on humanity in the name of God, a God who is supposed to be merciful and loving. Imagine the confusion that has been engendered and that must be cleared up in order to see clearly the Light of Truth!

Ledwith is concerned that we are so immersed in the culture of guilt, the ugly vision promulgated by the Catholic Church of Heaven and Hell, that he calls the Hamburger Universe, that we have not even begun to fulfill the promise that Jesus made to us, that we become the enlightened miracle workers that he knew we could become, He believes it may be too late.

Hawkins, on the other hand is hopeful, and he says that ‘now that Humanity has risen above the level of 200, we may expect some great transformations throughout human culture, as mankind becomes responsible for its knowledge and thus its deeds.”

Hawkins states, “We’ve become fully accountable, whether we like it or not. We are at the point in the evolution of our collective awareness where we may even assume stewardship of consciousness itself.”

I agree with Hawkins. I think that the wake-up call has been heard, that the angels and Light Beings and spirit guides are giving us invisible support and that we are in the process of preparing for the ascension into an entirely new paradigm. The transformation of consciousness predicted by the Mayans 5000 years ago has already begun. It may not look like it, and certainly one can find abundant evidence to the contrary, but I am deeply encouraged. I have witnessed the signs and wonders in my own life, and I know they are possible in others.

This year Penny Pierce published her book, “Frequency” which explains in scientific detail how the various forms of energy that are oscillating as sound, light, electromagnetic energy, all interpenetrating, in the form of photon, neutrons, electrons, waves, particles, all realities and possibilities of alternate realities existing at the same time.

It is mind-boggling, and there is so much more that is just beginning to be understood about how our DNA is evolving, what consciousness really is, what the ego is, not an I, but an “it” a pattern of neurons firing, designed to perpetuate survival of an independent identity, which is not the authentic Self at all.

Gregg Braden, a former geologist, claims that measurement of the magnetic frequency of the earth is declining, while the Schumann Resonance or pulse rate of the earth, previously considered static, has climbed, from 7.8 to 8.6, all of which leads to the conclusion that so-called reality may not be so solid and finite as we have believed.

As the Superpositions in Quantum Physics demonstrate, you cannot have both a wave and a particle at the same time, now you see one, now you see the other, entirely dependent upon the act of observing them. So, in fact, there is no reality out there. Nothing, absolutely nothing, is written in stone! The only reality is energy, various forms and frequencies of energy, pulsating and oscillating at different rates and speeds and dimensions.

So it is entirely possible, states Pierce, that “there may be many different versions of your soul, all operating simultaneously” This is what Micael Ledwith implied in his workshop here in Vancouver in November, which gives substance to the metaphysical notion of parallel and past lives, that notion that Pierce describes as “for any path or action you take, there are dozens of other yous living different versions of your soul.”

If that is the case, then we can move at will between dimensions, and pick and choose the stories that we attach meaning to, and abandon those that no longer serve us. It is a holographic Universe, and we are just along for the ride. The game, then, is to refine our ability to distinguish various frequencies and master them.

This is when Metaphysics becomes Physics.

I believe we began to achieve this level of mastery with the global meditation of Fire the Grid. We are continuing to do it with the guidance of the Violet Flame and all the Ascended Masters, including Archangel Michael and Jesus. We have so much help and support. They are easing the way for us to learn and become adept quickly.

We are learning the Way of Mastery, to desire, accept, forgive and love As we wake up from the dream ourselves, and become more adept with the ways of raising and deepening our own consciousness, it becomes increasingly easier to radiate the joy that we feel, and shift the energy at will, to be happy under even under seemingly horrendous circumstances. We, after all, are the Source of our own misery or our own happiness.

The gift of mastery is to be able to walk in the world, but not be of it, to be touched by the suffering, but operating at a level above it so we do not become ensnared in the drama of it, and can transform it with a powerful intention, a thought, a word, a glance, a smile, an act of kindness, or compassion or forgiveness,. That ability to radiate love and light, to generate joy under any circumstances, is the wonder of these times.

Of course, we are human, and in a steep learning curve, and we will stumble and fall, but we can forgive ourselves, dust ourselves off, get back up, focus, and do it again until we achieve a level of mastery. All of this embedded, grounded in a sea of silence and stillness so deep and filled with Joy that it is impenetrable by the vagaries of circumstance.

As Penny Pierce says, “You may already know how to do many of these things, without being consciously aware of it, but working intentionally, in a detailed way, with waves, cycles, spectrums, and fields, is going to be a large part of your new skill set. Part of this,” she says, “will be developing your capacity to sense what energy is doing and being fluid enough to adapt to changing flows and rhythms without losing your centre. It is always important first to learn the variables of the game you are playing, then master your game skills, and then finally, set yourself loose to play your best game.”

And remember, we are not alone. There are many of us out here on the cutting edge of consciousness, exploring, adventuring, learning, growing, mastering, and willing to share! You can recognize us sometimes on the street, or at a gathering, in a moment of eye contact, a wink, a nudge, a joke, even in a fleeting expression or wordless response….. sometimes words are not necessary to recognize a fellow Light Worker. Even differences in language need not be an impediment if you are on the same wavelength.

This summer, on July 28th, we gathered to celebrate Fire the Grid II.

The sun shone brightly, and a few of us gathered under a tree in the brilliant light, and meditated while people walked and rode by on their bicycles. It was much more peaceful and more focused this time, for those of us who were willing to take on the accountability of stewardship. I, for one, felt a great sense of gratitude to the Beings of Light who are surrounding and supporting us for this beautiful year of evolving ever upward into the Light.

The final miracle of my life was the opportunity afforded me by my friend Allan Hunkin, who invited me to co-host the Speaker’s Platform at the Body Soul and Spirit Expo at the Pacific Convention Center in Vancouver in October. He said that Ascended Masters were not his cup of tea, and that I should introduce them instead of him. He was speaking on” Finding the Elegant Solution in Any Situation”, and that seemed an elegant solution to me!

So I introduced myself to the various speakers and quickly interviewed them on how they wanted to be introduced. The first person I met was Paco Alarcon Kahan from Barcelona. He radiated the calm and peace of a deeply spiritual man. He showed me his books, “The Violet Light, The Power That Changes Everything,” and his latest book, “Stargate 2012, Recovering the Power for Earth’s Imminent Ascension.”

He spoke of his time with the Mayan people, and his understanding of the Codes, but mostly he spoke of our responsibility as stewards of the Light to be accountable for our own energy. He did not talk about the Violet Light in his speeches, but afterwards, he said that he had felt more welcomed and supported  in Vancouver in two weeks that he spent here, than he had in three months in North America. He wants to come back and build a community of like-minded souls and “paint Vancouver Violet.” Stay posted for more on this topic.

Along with Kahan, there were speakers gathered from all over the Planet with messages of hope about 2012, and guidance for us on how we can best serve in this time of Ascension that has been prophesied for so many years. They were there from Rome, from Barcelona, from the U.S.A. and from Hawaii. Two Kahunas, Ka Lai, and Nohuku, the King and Queen of the Big Island of Hawaii, representing 72 generations of Shamanic Wisdom were there. This was the first time they had left the island, as they were guided to come to Vancouver as it is a very high place on the planet, energetically speaking.

There was a panel of speakers on 2012 put together by Chandler Armstrong that was truly astounding

But the most powerful speaker was the Keynote Speaker, Micael Ledwith, the Irish Priest you may recognize from the movie, “What the Bleep Do We Know.” His journey from being on the advisory council to Pope John Paul for seventeen years, and President of The College of Bishops of Ireland, to becoming a heretic expelled by the Catholic Church as he questioned how Jesus Became a Christ, is truly remarkable. After the show, I had the good fortune to have dinner with Micael, and he expressed his concern that we had very little time, and the task of waking up from the Nightmare of guilt and shame that has enveloped the Superconscious of Humankind for two thousand years was growing short. He wants to see all of us wake up and become empowered to be the miracle workers we are designed to be. Such great learning and courage from a man who miraculously saved his own life, and now explores the Quantum Physics of Miracles, the Resurrection, which he says happened, but is merely bringing life back to a corpse, and finally the Mastery of Ascension which he believes Jesus learned in the Egyptian Mystery Schools, and all the other “signs and wonders” that Jesus told us that we too would do, and more.

In addition to all this detailed knowledge of History, he speaks Latin, of course, Greek, Hebrew, and enough Coptic to make his way around, as well as a smattering of Aramaic, the Language that Jesus spoke when he wasn’t in the Temple. He has studied all the way back to the Sumerian Culture, and asked Pope John Paul if he could have the second library the one that has been sitting covered in dust, untouched and unread for hundreds of years in the bowels of the Vatican,  archived. Paul approved, and said he would give him five Priests full-time to do the job, as long as Micael could raise the money.

The story of how he came to leave the Church and ended up in the Ramtha Community is for another post, but suffice it to say, that along with his work on orbs, and his explanation of the Physics of Light and Manifestation from the Word, I have learned so much I am still digesting it. That, combined with the extraordinary work of Dr. Richard Bartlett, creator of Matrix Energetics, has opened up a whole new vista and I look forward eagerly to learning this new skill set and deepening my experience of the Peace of God and practicing the skills of a miracle worker in this coming New Year.

The final miracle, the one that means the most to me, was what occurred on the last day of the Body, Soul and Spirit Expo, produced by Chandler Armstrong. One of the Guest Speakers literally broke his leg.

Chandler turned to me and said, “We need a speaker. You!”

With ten minutes notice, and the blessings of the Kahuna’s, I spoke for an hour on Living a Miraculous Life, the beginning of the career I have been preparing for all my life.

May the Grace of God’s Love rain down on you and bless you, as it has me. Love and light to One and All.

You are deeply, deeply loved.

Shelora