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Funny one.  Just since I posted my previous entry, I received a May newsletter yesterday from a shaman-friend about the energy shifts occurring now. He included a couple other people’s opinions of how we are being affected during these unstable energy shifts and what to watch for, etc..  

At first I thought someone was applying for the “Tour Guide through the Energy Shifts Position” because of the subject matter being discussed. And I would gladly give a synopsis of the comments or a webpage to browse them—besides crediting those folks for clearing up the issue, except that the two people’s descriptions were so vague and confusing, that I’m not sure they provided a “tour” of the subject matter, per se, as much as a “de-tour” around the subject.

Confusion, we don’t need. Confusion presently abounds. I won’t help them spread more.

But I think their intention was to assure people that we are indeed mid-shift, we are doing well through all the difficulties, and as I mentioned previously, all the nasty stuff that is rising up into our faces is so we can acknowledge it—let it go—and move onwards with that new focus and our brighter/lighter attitudes—always maintaining that higher-frequency love and light perspective that automatically shifts negativity out of your view and out of your life.

As the one accurately mentioned, that attitude shift marks the difference between 3-D living and 4-D living. Drop the fear, live from your heart—live from love, BE LOVE, spread love, share love, and when you do, everything and everyone around you shifts with you.

The other more-questionable source was channeled material from a popular, recognized, present-day channeler; and I am always suspect of that stuff. The discourses are often rambling, general, and may bear a distinct ego-based taint to delivery that seems to turn me off. This channeled source claimed to be very love-based but that’s not the feeling I got listening to the manner of delivery—the voice—the tone—the content.  NADA.   Sorry, I don’t buy it. You are not LOVE-based.

So, while in one sense I do agree with the channeler that we are mid-shift and that we are doing exactly what we are meant to do, and things are progressing exactly as they are meant to progress, and that the outcome is good and highly beneficial longer term, but that more “challenges” await us prior to the shift completion; I also got the distinct feeling of manipulation in the speech, and a sense of “recognize my authority as all-knowing” in attitude, which just turned me off like sticking your nose into a carton of refrigerated-milk gone bad. Whew….nasty!

The first guy had good intentions, but he just wasn’t being clear about his descriptions. The second guy, the well-known channeler, was trying to sell his books and live-presentations. That came through loud and clear to me.

Now I am a fan of the late Jane Roberts, and her many “Seth” materials. I know genuine channeled info when I hear it. The “here-unmentioned channeler” of a popular present-day entity (and book series) that I shall not name, sounded manipulative, ego-laden, and a shade on the negative/lower frequency side.

So,…evidently the “Tour Guide through the Energy Shifts”  position is still open, folks.  But only “authentic and genuine” people need apply.

Wow…wish we had one: a tour guide through these continual energy shifts, that is, but I bet you won’t see that job offering in the paper any time soon.

Sometimes I just sit in meditation and try to “feel” the flavor of the day’s energy when it feels less-than-harmonious—trying to get a handle on exactly how the shifting energies are affecting us.

For instance, today, Sunday, feels like we are back-flushing an energy blockage that is impeding energy flow, but yet, it feels better than yesterday, Saturday, which felt better than the day before, Friday’s energy, which felt very disruptive.

This makes me wonder: Are we in Mercury retrograde again? Can’t be, can it?

I don’t know exactly what this particular energy disruption/shift is but in my mind, I see almost a large ocean wave rising tall and then cascading forward and downward, turning under the surface water—folding it down and inward, under the fast-turning wave. It’s the sort of thing that if you were a surfer, you’d want to be at the crest of that wave when it hits, rather than at the foot. It’s powerful and momentous, almost like an avalanche in downward motion in scope and affect.

And it feels like this energy is different than the ‘inversion affect’ we felt a few months ago, and, of course, far different than the clarifying and purifying affects of some of the solar flares more recently.

But I’m having a hard time defining what is really happening to us and to everything around us, other than the energies now seem to be turning a page in our lives, like reaching the end of a chapter, reading the summary and then pausing, taking a deep breath before starting the next Chapter—the next subject for exposition and examination in the book’s overall theme (our lives). We are at that break point: the end of one chapter and the beginning of the next.

My feeling is that tomorrow, Monday, April 30, 2012, will be the next chapter’s starting page, and that from that day onward the energies will be very different—probably of higher frequency, and that from tomorrow onward for awhile (for this chapter), it may be a period of newness and discovery—a shift of perspective—a shift of focus—a shift of behavioral action and reaction, perhaps.

Something is happening—something is changing us. We aren’t who we once were, and we never will be again. We are being reborn—reconstituted—redone in some fashion, and I don’t even know what that means. I just know that it is happening because I am energetically feeling it and intuiting the consequences of it.

But again, I repeat: We need a tour guide for this next phase to explain it more adequately, ….or we’re just going to have to figure it out for ourselves as we go.

So good luck to you on this next chapter of your life. It should be interesting!

This last set of solar flares had a pretty interesting effect—at least they had an amazing effect on me that I tried to analyze.

Last week’s waves were very high-frequency and purifying—very cleansing and refreshing, which seemed to contrast with the previous solar batch which I felt as deeply penetrating and releasing of the old energy blockages, both within myself and the world.

That doesn’t mean the most recent batch hasn’t made life “interesting” in many ways.

What I’ve noticed is that as frequencies shift higher, they are supportive of beings that hold higher frequencies and disruptive of those that can’t.

Meaning: if you love being peaceful and calm, loving and nurturing of others, this last batch was for you. They felt good!

However, if you were pretty much the opposite of that, you might have noticed feeling like you were being turned inside out—skinned alive, with insides exposed to very hot flames.

Now, how do I know this?

I’ve been out in the sun quite a bit lately trying to bask in those amazing new energies coming in. They feel wonderful—very cleansing. Very pure.

But also, as I am unfortunately aware, there are those other beings of consciousness that exist around us (although often unseen by many, but are more easily “felt” by those of us who are extremely energy-sensitive); and many of those “other beings” are very agitated, fearful, and emitting a white-hot, burning energy which is pretty darn unpleasant when you are in contact with them.

Whether you believe in “other consciousness” existing around us or not, you will soon notice that lower-frequency people (negative, angry, fearful, hate-filled) and lower-frequency (fear-based) news shows and other media products, are going through a cleansing of sorts—an exposure to love and light that they cannot ignore or avoid. Things are changing in our world, and the changes are coming fast.

My suggestion is to simply hold your own higher-frequency energy in your own being and in the space around you. Bask in the amazing, cleansing, purifying energies coming in now, and remain unaffected by the fear and hatred rhetoric gasping for its continued existence.

You can do as Nancy Reagan once said about the “War of Drugs”—just say NO to listening to hate-filled talk—to people making a living off of demeaning and maligning others.

Instead,… say “YES” to love.

Say “YES” to holding the light within you and around you.

Say “YES” to peace and compassion in all aspects of your life.

Say “YES” to the New World emerging now—a New World of higher-frequency, where positive actions outweigh the negative, and where nurturance of others is expected and rewarded.

Say “YES” to your NEW life.

This is it. You’re already in it.

Just hold the light. That’s all you have to do.

Love the sun and warmth now melting those few inches of snow that finally landed a couple days ago. Certainly can’t complain about this great winter we’ve had in the center of the country. 

But even saying how mild the normally frigid months have been here doesn’t make me stop yearning for shirt sleeves wafting in the gentle breeze, standing motionless under a cloudless sky with a fishing rod in my hand and eyes locked on my two-tone, florescent-orange bobber riding undulating pond ripples. Seeing its slightest downward dip will make me jerk the line to hook a nibbling Bluegill or Crappie. I do love to fish.

However, we are probably a month ahead of that happening, but the warmer weather really makes my feet itchy to get walking and hiking, and wanting to leave all this inside, Midwest ho-humness behind.

At times, I ask myself if I’m intentionally zoning out all the horrors occurring in the rest of the world. Am I ignoring the sorrow and pain of the Syrians, or the Egyptians, or our own troops in harm’s way in some primitive land that wants to stay that way, and whose residents pride themselves most in outlasting all attempting occupiers?

Sometimes you simply have to ask yourself what is it we are fighting for? Whose freedom and liberty are we attempting to defend and support? And I’m not sure I know the answers to any of those deeply complex questions because of how intertwined and dependent the entire world’s population is now on each other.

There is a tactical term called “mission creep” that means you may send troops into a location for one reason, but as the situation evolves, the mission changes and sometimes broadens in scope and affect. That term is synonymous with “Afghanistan.” And I, who have NO advisory capacity whatsoever to anyone deciding these issues, feel mission reassessment and realignment is necessary and hope that it comes soon.

But even in saying that, the days of a single action in one location not cascading dominoes on many other directions, are long over, because our world’s economies and political agendas are now so interconnected.

So as these variable spring winds and temperatures bring hints of a better time spent on the muddy banks of that pond, I remember what March/April brought last year to Japan, and then to the Midwest just below our state. Then I look up at that glowing ball of hydrogen gases ceaselessly exploding above our heads 93 million miles away, and sigh as I mentally reel in the too-quiet bobber and hook to check if the worm is still there, before sending them sailing out into the wind and onto the placid water’s surface once again.

Lots of folks are uncertain about the Good News/Bad News aspect of the year 2012.

Here we are, mid-February, Valentine’s Day, no less, still pursuing our own prosperity and cultural agendas amidst a world still struggling with economic problems and a guilty social conscience.

We are in the agonizing throes of a pending Presidential election in this leap-year designated by the “extra day” at the end of this month—an extra day for increasing awareness of how confused and unsettled many are with their lives and the world around them.

As I mentioned in the previous entry, the energies around us have been, in my humble opinion, just plain strange lately; and every day and night I refocus myself to pulling in the purest and best of the energies that I wish to surround me. In doing so, that seems to be making a difference in my immediate environment—meaning: the energies of my home feel more solid, stable, and supported now with lighter, higher-frequency energies that help to clear the house of the heavier ones. There’s more laughter and less grumpiness here now.

And holding that more-desirable energy environment is an intentional effort on my part. I’m not just being a “leaf at the mercy of the wind” as Don Juan would tell Carlos Castaneda during his shamanic tutelage. When the world around me feels funky and out of sorts, it is my conscious choice each day and night to make the energies better around me.

So,…how does this all apply to the blog entry’s title: “In the Eye of the Storm”?

Well, in the Four Wind’s newsletter the last of January 2012 (http://www.thefourwinds.com/newsletter/Jan_12/news_alberto.html ) Alberto talked about the importance of this long-awaited pivotal year in predicting humanity’s progression or destruction. (I’ve already mentioned that I am a fan of Alberto Villoldo, but I also form my own opinions based on what I experience and intuit.)

Part of what he emphasized was that we are in the birthing pains of the new humanity—the new world—and some of this is painful. Some of this is very hard to endure, but the baby is already in the birth canal and you can see the rainbow-colored hair on HER head. There’s no stopping her now because she is emerging, and every contraction simply squeezes the fluid from her lungs so she can take a full breath when she plops out into our waiting hands.

That’s one image—one metaphor—for birthing the New World. We get that. We are all anxious parents awaiting the first view—awaiting the first cries—looking for tiny fingers and toes and vocals strong enough to spike Rock Concert decibel levels. We want that healthy baby!

The other image and metaphor he used to describe what we are still enduring as we broaden our stance and reach out for the emerging world, is that we are doing so under less-than perfect birthing conditions. There is a storm raging all around us…and we are just trying to hold our ground and make the birth as safe and secure as possible.

So we are in some ways, standing “In the Eye of the Storm” where we are less affected by the ravaging winds and pelting rains. We have weathered the storm’s approach and are presently holding the space secure for the child’s safe birth before we batten down again with the newly-emerged child held tight to our chest, for the back side of the storm to pass.

Alberto’s suggestion is this:

“As we heal individually, our families, communities, and world heals as well. In the mythical storm that surrounds us, we can be the eye of the storm rather than be swept up in it and launched into frantic survival mode.

You can start making changes right now that will help bring awareness and balance into your life each day. Create a positive environment around you. Hold on to beauty and light. This is a time to shine….

At this time of the New Year, a time of renewal and beginnings, take some time to sit in the beauty that surrounds you. Close your eyes and imagine who you want to be—and embody that being today.”

That is what I have been doing in my own small way. No matter what each day offers or puts into my path, I vow to make it a good day in some way and fully appreciate all that I have been given—especially those who love me and those of whom I love the most.

So on this beautiful day,…Happy Valentine’s Day to all!  Know that you are VERY loved.

Anyone noticed the grit-your-teeth energies moving through our space now? I have.

When 2 fatal car accidents (one was a neighbor) occurred with 5-10 miles of us on two consecutive days last week, my friend’s cousin died the next day, and I started hearing other folks talking about recent deaths of pets or folks they knew, I began to wonder what was really happening. So I called my psychic friend and quizzed her a bit on what I was feeling, was she feeling the same as me, and did she have any theories, because I had one.

First thing she mentioned was that her teeth hurt. I agreed. The energies that were most noticeable to me were the energies that make me grit my teeth for unknown reasons…it’s almost the same feeling I get when I venture too near an unshielded electrical field. Being energy sensitive, it makes me itchy, agitated and uneasy.

I told her also that I had been out and about myself the day prior to talking to her, and 2 semi’s and a small car all pulled out in front of me during that same road trip—just like they didn’t see me at all and I drive a redish F150 4x4 truck—which is not exactly inconspicuous. After swerving away to avoid the first semi, I was very on guard and easily able to avoid the others.

But after braking hard for the last car pull-out, the thought ran through my mind that these solar-flare energies were stirring up the “nasties” in everyone. I say that because the last two weeks the energies had certainly been agitating the not-so-nice things that frequently harass me.

My theory is that as the frequency of our world rises, those entities that are incompatible with the infusion of higher energies are going to find living here intolerable, and will hopefully vacate this plane of existence. And I don’t mean people and pets leaving—I think that has more to do with their own pre-determined-before-incarnation exit dates.

But these other lower-frequency operatives that covertly feed off of our energies, and who prefer the energy flavors of fear and anger best, are being put on notice by the higher realms that their time here is coming to a rapid end. I think that “notice” is what is sending them into agitation/desperation frenzy and creating havoc with everyone’s focus and attention spans. The outside influence of distraction and agitation are leading to some dangerous situations for everyone.

When I ran that theory by my psychic friend she said it felt right. She had no idea what was happening—just that she also had been “warned” by her spirit guides to watch out for danger. Something was in play. Something was in the works.  Be ready to defend herself. I agreed.

So yesterday I’m writing in my journal about what I’m noticing within and around me, and I described my feeling like the Native warrior in fighting stance, his back to the fire, facing the enveloping darkness by swinging a hunting knife in front of him—the steel blade gleaming in the nighttime campfire’s light, eyes scanning the night perimeter, prepared and awaiting the attack,..awaiting the inevitable lunge from the surrounding bushes,…just not knowing what the attacker will be or when it will come. Gosh that sounds like that new Liam Nelson movie trailer about arctic wolves attacking the stranded group of men. That’s probably where I saw the image. But even so, that IS the feeling I was experiencing.

So, to avoid sitting in constant adrenal overload, I acknowledge to myself that something is amiss in the world, but I also know that I will automatically handle whatever I need to handle should it occur. And in doing so, I allow my inner warrior to relax and take a break. It’s okay. Whatever is happening is okay and meant to happen on a higher level. I need to trust that. And I need to make myself relax out of that fight-or-flight mode for my own health and for the betterment of those around me.

And when I say “I need to do that” I mean we all do, and it will probably have to be an intentional making-yourself-relax sort of effort. Meditate, chill out, do what you need to do to release the inner tension and agitation. Get physical, exercise, walk, run,…do something to get that extra adrenaline out of your system.

I think that the new energies coming in now are creating an “inversion effect” here on earth…the lake bottom is turning over and rising to the top, sort of thing. The water may become filled with silt and debris for awhile as the sun purifies the more stagnant bottom layers, then the heavier particles sink back to the lake bottom again. Turn-over is healthy for the lake’s ecosystem.

In the long run, this inversion effect will benefit us. In the meantime, try not to grit your teeth and just stay as alert and safe as possible wherever you are because with these strange energies all around us everybody’s going a little nutz right now. That’s just how it is.

We’ll all get through it. Be peace. Make it intentional.

I was reviewing some old journals before cremating them—gleaning the “important stuff”, like notes taken from all those books I’d read over the years, from the more mundane ramblings and daily grumbles—when I ran across a couple paragraphs that distilled for me what I believed to have been the TRUE reason for writing any of my journals over the years.

My finally reaching a willingness to burn these 20+ years of hand-written pages had only come recently when I had arrived at a point where I could “let go” of all that once-valuable-to-me wood pulp and ink. With a single match strike and a puff of black smoke, 20+ years of once-documented living would simply cease to exist.

Why this was so hard for me to do is that as one contemplates mortality one looks for evidence of that which makes one immortal. To me, the journals represented my tiny contribution to the whole of humanity—my thoughts, my words, on those dog-eared pages—all visual evidence of what made me, ME—and presented for all to not see, more likely than see, my take on the world. So the contemplation of my journals’ demise was almost as disturbing as though I were contemplating my own.

But any attachment to anything comes with a price. I finally realized the journals didn’t prove that I existed. They merely followed the process of my growth DURING the time I existed. To move forward now in this latter phase of my continuing developmental process, I had to be willing to ‘let go’ completely of the old phase—the ‘how I got where I presently am’ phase; and I can do that now.

So here’s the setting for the journal excerpt from October 23, 2008: News stories had just hyped a recent find of dinosaur footprints-in-mud in some deserted canyon in Utah or somewhere. Reporters were making quite a case for how the reptilian occupants back then seemed to travel back and forth along that stream bed as though it were a dinosaur-highway of sorts. The point stressed on the news was that if the tracks had not been fossilized in that mud base, we, in the present, would never have evidence that they had existed there at all way back then—eons ago. To this backdrop I wrote:

“I may burn all my journals soon. I’ve thought about it a few times. Maybe I’ll keep them as an end-of-life review of what I’ve felt or done, but sometimes I think I keep them just for some solid matter that shows I existed and thought things and felt things and liked the words of others carefully transcribed from their books—books that affected me, inspired me, and helped me cope or move forward with my life, helped me understand or reach higher in some way.

     To me, books are very important, so my journals become important to me as well as they log my experiences and “mind-tracks” as I wander around in the wet-clay streambed between my ears. But actually, the journals are useless to anything but making mind-tracks and I’m the only one who wants to see where those tracks lead. I think they just go back and forth from ear to ear and haven’t figured out how to escape the streambed yet. Someday they will climb that bank and head out over the hill. Then no one will see them anymore. And that’s okay.”

So I am now freeing the dinosaurs from the streambed knowing that it isn’t so much important that we speculate on how they did what and when, but more so important that WE know why we do what we do when we do it.

The past may have gotten us to the present, but it is the NOW that matters to make for a better tomorrow.

Really?  There is such a thing?

I know that there is Spirit and that there is the December-designated date of Jesus’ birth. Are they one and the same?

Does it matter that He was more likely born in late March, but that early church officials hijacked his birthdate for their own purposes—to coincide with the pagan holiday recognized now as Winter Solstice?

Is it true that the very mention of Jesus’ name can make angry men melt or nations fall? And don’t give me Old Testament references for that. The Jews had high hopes for a Savior, but did not recognize Him as such. The life and teachings of Jesus, the True Christ, are purely New Testament fodder.

And tell me please, how could Jesus have been born in 6BC (which means Before Christ) as listed on many online Biblical Timelines? (Hint: It has to do with the church official who designed the “Christian Calendar” and reconsolidated the recognized 13 Full Moons in a Lunar year, into a 12-month period.)

So as I drive around town this time of year and see all those flashing lights and extensive, lawn-strewn, Santa-gear, and ooh and ahh with everyone else at the magnitude of some folk’s electrical ingenuity and extravagance, is THAT what the Spirit of Christmas is all about?

You know, somehow, I just don’t think it is.

To me, it doesn’t matter what day we celebrate Jesus’ birth, or what time of year it is. It only matters that we do so with deep love and compassion for all, on this day and all days—that we share what we have with others and we help those who need our assistance, because that’s why we are here. That’s what we came to do—to love one another as we love ourselves.

We ARE the Spirit of Christmas 24/7/365 if we hold the energy of True Christ Consciousness within us—living it always—radiating it out into the world around us. No single day can hold claim to that much love and compassion.

And for certain, Jesus, the True Christ, cannot be reduced to iconic characterizations by commercial or religious agendas. (Special Note: Jesus has NOT delegated his sole-representation to FOX News—that’s the biggest joke of all.  Jesus would probably be doing some serious Temple-clearing there!)

But above all else, know this: I do believe in Jesus, the True Christ.

He lives—now and always—in our hearts.

Death did not diminish Him.

It freed Him to live forever….as the true Spirit of Christmas, no matter your religious affiliation or preference, because…

True selfless love is all-encompassing and ever-lasting.

Merry Christmas, now and always!

I seem to be sort of celebrating a milestone in my blog. The previous entry, “Still Chewing That Bone” was the 100^th blog entry for “Radiant Pearl.” I didn’t realize it until I saw the 2011 and 2010 entry totals combined on the main page.

Looking back to its inception, August 12, 2010 was my very first entry after creating the blog page titled “Radiant Pearl.” In that day’s entry, I explained WHY this blog would be called what it was, and I’ll repeat the entry now as the 101^st entry of the last sixteen-month period.

"Creating a Pearl

Having survived through a personal challenge over the last few years, on a walk I asked my guides what this entire ordeal had been about. In my mind's eye I saw a scruffy-looking clam shell opening to reveal a beautiful, luminous pearl. The pearl's rainbow-hued surface first shimmered, and then began to radiate pure white light--which made my continuing to watch it like staring into the sun. When I thought I couldn't handle any further brilliance without shielding my eyes, the light expanded and shifted into a crystalline clarity beyond perceptual belief, and I gasped. Tears began to flow, and I finally understood.

As irritating as that sand inside me has been the last few years, the pearl it is creating is almost unimaginable. And the pearl is now growing so large that it is forcing that scruffy clam shell to open, allowing for greater growth space. Hence, the radiant light is now starting to escape from the crack between the two shell pieces. It can no longer be contained.

Which to me signifies that I've almost transformed that original sand into an experience-base so profound that few can relate to it, but many can appreciate the pearl's luminosity when the orb is fully revealed.

So for those of you who are working on your own pearls, take heart. If you transmute the painful experience into one of personal evolution, you will eventually transform the original incompatible substance into incomparable beauty!

Peace and love to you all,…Becky”

The original irritant mentioned above—the sand grain that started the protective opalescent secretions around it—was deemed by a few to be a “Kundalini Awakening.” By others, it was viewed as a “Shaman Initiation.”

Personally, I found it to be a very large pain-in-the-ass, and no promise of future enlightenment could nullify the excruciating mental, emotional, physical, and energetic ordeals I underwent, whatever it was called.

I won’t say that I’m completely out from under the effects of whatever it is, but so far I have emerged from the previous ordeal much stronger, more resilient, more compassionate, and even more stubborn than I was before, because I saw that my finest trait—my stubbornness—could be called “determination” in a slightly different light, from a slightly different perspective.

That “never give up—never surrender” was more than just a saying with me for many years—it was a mantra for a very long time, except more with a positive slant: “Hang in there! You’ll get through this. You can do it! You’re tough—you’re strong! It will be better soon.”

Well, “soon,” took a very long time.

As the 101^st entry in “Radiant Pearl,” I now honor this blog and the Posterous website (in all its annoyingly strange quirkiness), for giving me an outlet to express myself—to reach even deeper within myself than my ordeal—to philosophize and speculate, and even whine once in awhile; but mostly I’m thankful because writing these entries gave me a reason to keep going—to keep pulling myself back from the brink of “What’s the use? Who really cares?”

It kept my mind busy and active. It gave me a reason to “create.” And creations “creating” is what we are here to do—however we choose to do it. It helped me see that whatever I was undergoing did not define me—I define me in the manner that I choose.

So thank you Posterous, for allowing me to rant and ramble the last sixteen months on ANY subject that came to mind—for containing my thoughts to single strings is pretty nearly impossible, because as you can see, clams don’t distinguish what’s good and bad in this world,…they just don’t like sand grains irritating them.

Just like an old dog with a rawhide chewy, I’m still gnawing away on the thought trails produced from the “one that got away.” I’m doing so because I recognize something’s happening here within me, in my mind, in the energy around me, in the energy passing through me, and especially in the energy of this world that we all share,….something is changing,…something is different. I can feel it! The energy here now is higher frequency—it’s cleaner, more pure, and more powerful, as higher-frequency energies are.

Don’t know if many were aware of it, but that November 11^th date about a month ago was a RESET button. It was like the starting gun to sending us all sprinting towards a whole new paradigm—a new world view—a new LIFE perspective—quite different from the previous one.

11-11-11 was significant for a number of reasons—pun intended. Numerology views 11 as a master number of major importance. It signifies intuition and inspiration, a new beginning, a new way of operating, a new way of perceiving the world around us.

Now put three of those “11’s” together and you’ve got not only a triple whammy of intuition and inspiration, but also a portal opening of new energy entering the world around us…..entering all of US, changing us, recreating us, just in time for the major energy shifts of next year—the much publicized year of  “2012”—which the Mayan calendar signifies as the End of Time Keeping for last 26,000 year galactic cycle. (The Milky Way galaxy spins or spirals, similar in motion to how the earth revolves around the sun.)

That does not mean there will not be a 2013. What it means is that from the Mayan calendar point of view, time keeping starts counting over after 12-21-12. It is RESET!

And that’s where I get “consciousness reset”—one of those two-word possibilities. But right along with that possibility is also “conceptual reset” and “contextual reset,” and even “compassionate reset.” At that key point in time—per the Mayan calendar time keeping method, ALL of those possibilities do exist.

A major shift higher in consciousness and frequency can create ALL of them. A shift of that magnitude as we come into direct vertical alignment with the center of the galaxy and receive direct energy downloads of such magnitude that the Van Allen magnetic belts surrounding the earth can’t even begin to deflect, can create such a probable “dimension shift” that LIFE as we presently know it will likely change, because, believe it or don’t, we really do live in an illusory world.

The great yogic and Buddhist saints often refer to this present world as the cyclical, samsaric world—the world of illusion—a world that seems real—just as our dreams seem so real, but when we truly awaken from this major sleep, we will awaken into an entirely “different” illusion—one for which we are now ready to explore.

This is what the major “shift” is about. This is why it is so important to clear out your own shadow stuff to make room for the higher frequencies to bump up your own energy frequency enabling you to exist in a higher-frequency environment; because it would well be an environment where there were consciousness, conceptual, contextual, and compassion-frequency shifts—a complete REBOOT for all of us.

We are getting ready to hit that restart button and letting all those recent, highly-charged, system upgrades reboot our internal programs for the new and improved manner of operation that we will soon experience.

We’re all getting “refurbished” with i7 processors—if your expansion bay allows it.  J