Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans, so they say.
I’m continually amazed at the revelations coming to us during the Ascension process. All of us, it seems, are being forced to leave our old ways behind and learn something new. And, there’s really an evolution going on, isn’t there? That’s why it’s so funny when people are focused on everybody “waking up.” As if it is something you can do with the right post on social media or through a conversation on vaccines. The evolution starts with the leaving, then it deepens by taking a new direction, and finally it comes to fruition by waiting for the change to come to us inside. It’s not something we create per se, but something that comes to us.
I’ll share my latest evolution with you. I come from a background of being at war with my father. My early relief came from a version of Christianity that promised I would be saved from all the abuse and abandonment and magically transformed. But that only resulted in me recreating my Dad and suffering all over again. The next wave of relief came from the 12 step programs that helped me stop recreating him and get some distance from the need to control or react. But the heart wants what the heart wants and my unconscious kept looking for ways to recreate him and this time either get dominance over him or get the love and validation that was missing. Then 2023 has been a year of bringing the unconscious to light in new ways for me and realizing the folly of the re-creating process. The drama has ceased and I’m able to live in a new kind of peace and harmony that I’ve never experienced.
So along comes my friend Christine with this flower essence called Baby Blue Eyes meant to heal the father wound. She says, “it operates on a whole different level than other healing modalities and you don’t need to take too much, just a little bit. You’ll know whether it works or not as you will have some movement or maybe nothing with this particular essence.” So what do I do? Overdo it of course, lol. If anything is worth doing, it’s worth doing to excess is my motto, so I proceed to take a double dose 3 times in a 6 hour window. Next thing I know I’ve got a massive migraine headache which tells me I’m at cross purposes. It’s an emotional headache, one where my mind wants to do one thing, but something is preventing it from going there. I’m listless and don’t have the same energy or drive to do anything. Almost like a lobotomy. So I go to sleep, wake up the next day and realize…I don’t want to be separated from the drama that is my relationship with my father. I need it. I need everything he taught me through his actions and his abandonment. The sexual abuse I endured opened up my third eye and allowed me to see things others can’t. His abandonment gave me a heart for the vulnerable and a desire to help others from being taken advantage of. And then on the positive side, his ability to speak the truth regarding government’s dismissal of Native Americans gave me the knowledge how to win and protect humanity. I’m seeing that my motivation every day comes from the desire to right the wrongs I endured at his hands. The difference is that now I want to use it as fuel and collaborate with him instead of fighting him. The awareness or consciousness allows me to recognize when the triggers come up and instead of going into fear or rage, I can go into love and prayer. I can even call on him and access his spirit, getting the connection we never had. This is the answer to why I was born in a way. I’m not going to speak for the world yet, but maybe it’s why we’ve all been brought here right now for this very transformation. We’ve all been given some drama to work out that coincides with the drama the world is working out.
Speaking of world drama, there was a great interview Jason Shurka did with a guy named Ray about what’s really happening in the world right now particularly in the Middle East. It all comes down to money obviously and the desire to control the natural gas supply for that part of the world. Russia and Iran want to control all the pipelines that go to Europe, India, and Greece. The US, Israel, Saudi Arabia, and others want to generate their own pipelines. And it strikes me that if everyone understood this, they could all just tell the superpowers to f*$k off and demand a different source of energy that doesn’t involve natural gas. Sources of energy, like cancer treatments, have been suppressed for years so that someone could have control over the money flow and keep everyone dependent. Maybe we’ll return to the old west times temporarily and get the cast iron stoves going again. Maybe we’ll get the new forms of energy from the aliens that are coming to help us and the leverage Putin and the Rothchilds have will disappear. Either way, a solution seems within reach.
I was at the farmer’s market yesterday and heard someone describing the frustration and sorrow at family members who won’t go outside the box for cancer treatment. “I just wish they would be open to trying some different things.” It’s a refrain I’ve heard what seems like 500 times since I have been working with cancer patients and their families after making Cancer Can Be Killed. And it occurs to me that it’s really a part of a person’s soul journey to get the cancer and learn what they have to learn. Since nobody really dies, as Dannion Brinkley has so aptly shared with us since going to heaven and coming back, the human condition seems to have some limitations and souls seem to really need a few go rounds on earth to “get it.” It strikes me that my sister has her own soul journey and here I thought all these years she should “think like I do” since I see things she can’t. But that would negate her whole purpose wouldn’t it? I still think the next few years are going to be an accelerated wake up call for everyone. But in the meantime I realize I’ve got enough on my plate just getting to love. I don’t need to wake anyone up.


By the way, I didn’t mean to throw flower essences under the bus there. On the contrary, I will be going back to a more gentle dose of Baby Blue Eyes when triggers arise. The overdose, if you will, functioned as a great teaching experience and I’m grateful for it.
Well said. The universe is so perfect at the teacher appearing for me. I think that is probably where my faith is highest. I always get the answers I seek they just come in the most strange circuitous paths sometimes.