I have carried many names through what I experience as many timelines and many expressions of Being.
I have suffered.
And I have known Peace and Joy beyond the limitations of ordinary perspective.
I have fought in wars…
and I have walked for Peace.
I have known loneliness, abandonment, and sorrow.
I have also belonged to families who worked together…
laughed together…
and sang with joy.
I have created.
I have destroyed.
I have stumbled.
I have risen.
And through every experience, I have learned.
Wisdom has grown from the living of it all.
For much of my life, I followed paths that systems and others told me were proper.
I honor those paths.
They, too, taught me.
But now…
I walk in Truth and sovereign authority.
I honor and recognize the teachers and Beings of Light whom I experience as having walked before me.
I am grateful for every hand that seemed to reach toward me when I stumbled…
every lantern that illuminated enough of the path for me to take another step…
every presence that reminded me I was not walking alone.
But I no longer wait for another to tell me who I AM.
I AM HERE.
I walk in Peace.
I walk steadily.
I no longer need to race toward embodiment as though there were somewhere else I must arrive.
One step.
Then another.
I belong.
I am welcomed.
Like the prodigal daughter returning home, I finally allow myself to take my place at the banquet table.
I am enough.
I do not need to be perfect.
I need only remain present…
steady…
and true.
I have always been enough.
Now I remember.
There is all the time in Infinite Creation…
and not another moment needs to be surrendered to regret, guilt, or anything that keeps me from the freedom of Being.
And perhaps, dear traveler, if you have been walking beside me for a while, there is something I would ask you to remember as well.
You are loved.
Not when you become perfect.
Not when you finally get everything right.
Now.
You are loved.
You are enough.
Whatever your spiritual language, whatever path has brought you here, perhaps those you regard as teachers, guides, or sacred companions are not standing at the end of the road asking you to prove yourself worthy.
Perhaps they are holding lanterns.
Perhaps they are illuminating the path just enough for you to recognize something that has been true all along.
You already belong.
The light may show you the way…
but the steps are yours.
And perhaps coming home is not about finally reaching some distant place.
Perhaps it is the moment you stop standing outside…
I awoke this morning from a dream in which I was gathering things together, trying to put everything into a safe place and make certain everything was orderly.
Then my birth father appeared wearing a police uniform.
He looked at me and simply said:
“Be at Peace. I protect you.”
When I awoke, I knew the message went beyond my father himself. He had appeared because, throughout my life, he had represented protection to me.
Until the day he passed, I always knew my father had my back.
No matter where I was or what was happening, I knew I could call him. He would guide me, help me, and, if necessary, come and get me.
That knowing gave me courage.
My father taught my mother, my sister, and me that we could accomplish whatever we truly set our minds to. He modeled strength without needing to live in fear. He was peaceful—or knew how to return quickly to peace—and from that place he could face whatever arose with wisdom, compassion, calmness, and strength.
There were even times when life seemed to place him nearby just when I was making a major transition.
When I moved to North Carolina, I unexpectedly discovered that he had temporarily been assigned within a few hours of me. Later, when I was called to California without first telling my parents, I discovered that he had also been sent to California.
Then, shortly after I became engaged to my husband, my father was offered work back in Michigan, near their hometown.
Something within me felt that his role as my protector was changing.
My husband would now walk beside me.
Within a few years, my father became ill and passed quickly.
And something within me changed.
I became the protector.
The strong one.
The one who watched.
The one who anticipated.
The one who tried to make certain everyone and everything would be all right.
I have carried that role for thirty-four years.
Until now.
Peace and the Protector
Recently I have been exploring the understanding that Peace is the Baseline.
I am beginning to see why my inner Protector became so important in this journey.
The Protector did not need to disappear.
It needed a new role.
Instead of constantly standing guard, anticipating everything that could go wrong, the Protector could become an ally—aware of the physical world, attentive to what required action, but no longer responsible for carrying everyone or preventing every possible difficulty.
I could allow Presence to lead.
And the Protector could simply walk beside me.
That understanding became especially meaningful over the last few days.
My husband and I had been noticing how much turmoil seems to surround us—natural disasters, accidents, fires, mechanical failures, personal challenges, and the ordinary disruptions that can suddenly turn a peaceful day upside down.
I noticed something similar while talking with several of my longtime clients. After our business was finished, we spoke, as friends often do, about what was happening in our lives.
Again and again I heard variations of the same story.
Things were breaking.
Things were being lost.
Unexpected problems were arising.
People and circumstances were pulling at their peace.
Yet my husband and I had also been experiencing challenges, and something was different.
We were learning to meet them without allowing each event to carry us into chaos.
Not because difficult things stopped happening.
But because we were beginning to understand that we could choose how we met them.
Then came my dream.
I saw myself gathering everything, trying once again to make everything safe.
And my father appeared.
“Be at Peace. I protect you.”
When I awoke, the meaning became clearer.
The voice of the protector I had associated with my father had become, for me, the voice of Presence within.
I no longer needed to spend my life trying to protect everyone.
I could be aware.
I could respond when action was needed.
I could care deeply.
But I could also release what was not mine to carry.
For me, this is what it means to walk with Presence.
You may call it God, Presence, Universal Mind, Divine Consciousness, Oneness, or another name that speaks to your heart. The terminology is not what matters.
What matters is what happens when we return to the stillness within ourselves.
In Peace, we can listen before reacting.
In Peace, we can recognize what requires our action and what requires our release.
In Peace, we can remain compassionate without assuming responsibility for everything around us.
And from Peace, we can choose our next step.
This reminded me again of the monks and their Walk for Peace.
They did not walk because they believed they could personally remove every conflict from the world.
They simply walked in Peace.
And as they walked, others felt it.
Perhaps that is one of the quiet gifts we offer one another.
Not fixing another person’s life.
Not carrying their burdens.
Not convincing them to believe as we believe.
Simply living from enough peace that another person remembers peace is possible.
Peace Is How We Meet the Moment
Walking in Peace does not mean challenges will never come.
It does not mean nothing painful, unexpected, or difficult will happen.
It means we develop a place within ourselves from which we can meet what comes.
We can pause.
We can breathe.
We can witness what is happening without immediately becoming what is happening.
Then we can respond with greater balance, wisdom, and clarity.
We learn to deal with what is before us now, rather than carrying every imagined possibility of tomorrow.
We remember:
This too shall pass.
And perhaps this is one of the greatest protections Peace offers us.
Not protection from living.
Protection from losing ourselves within everything that happens while we are living.
As I finished writing this message, words attributed to Archangel Michael arose within my contemplation:
“Above all else, guard your heart, for all that you are and do flows from it. Be at Peace and in the Stillness.”
Today I understand those words differently.
Guarding the heart does not mean closing it.
It means tending the inner place from which we meet the world.
Keeping it open.
Keeping it compassionate.
Returning it, again and again, to Peace.
We cannot control every event that may arise in the times in which we live.
We cannot carry every person.
We cannot know every future possibility.
But we can choose how we meet this moment.
And perhaps that is enough.
Be at Peace.
Walk in Peace.
Let Peace be the baseline from which you meet the times in which we live.
A hiker follows a flower-lined coastal path beneath a sign celebrating peace and love.
Dear Ones,
It is not always easy to embody Peace and Presence.
It requires mindfulness—an awareness of your thoughts, your words, your actions, and the world around you.
But do not turn mindfulness into another burden. You do not need to worry about whether you are “doing Peace correctly.”
Simply choose Peace.
With each conscious choice, it becomes more natural.
You need not seek Peace outside yourself. You become peaceful within yourself.
This requires releasing the need to control and allowing love, compassion, awareness, and Presence to flow through you. Let Peace become your intention, and allow everything else to arise within that flow.
Perhaps this seems too simple.
Yet as you continue choosing Peace, you will discover that it gradually becomes a natural state of Being.
Peace Is Not Controlling the Outcome
Peace allows events to unfold without immediately becoming attached to what you believe their outcome must be.
Watch what is happening.
What do you see?
What is being revealed?
Life will sometimes challenge your ability to remain centered. When this happens, return your attention to the balance within.
Before speaking or acting, ask yourself:
If I speak or act now, will I contribute to an outcome that benefits the whole—or will I simply add to the confusion and conflict?
Ask also:
Am I responding from inner guidance, or am I trying to make another person accept my truth?
There is a difference between action arising from wisdom and action arising from the need to control.
If you witness someone being physically, mentally, or emotionally harmed, Peace does not require you to silently stand by.
Stop.
Breathe.
Enter the stillness for whatever moment is available to you.
Ask what is needed.
Is immediate action necessary, and are you safely capable of providing it?
If not, can you call someone qualified to help or alert others nearby who can intervene?
Peace and compassionate action are not opposites.
Sometimes Peace walks away.
Sometimes Peace remains silent.
And sometimes Peace stands firmly and says:
This must stop.
The wisdom is learning to recognize which response belongs to you.
Peace Is Respect
Peace honors another person’s right to hold beliefs different from your own.
This does not mean declaring every belief to be equally wise or true. It simply recognizes another person’s freedom to understand life from where they presently stand.
You need not surrender your truth in order to honor another person’s journey.
Peace Is Integrity
Integrity means living what you say you believe.
Truth becomes powerful not merely because you speak it, but because you embody it.
Let your life demonstrate your understanding.
Peace Is Patience
There are things you cannot hurry.
There are understandings another person must reach for themselves.
There are circumstances whose meaning becomes clear only with time.
Peace allows you to follow your inner guidance without demanding that the Universe unfold according to your preferred timetable.
Peace Is Wisdom
Wisdom eventually teaches us that we cannot control everything outside ourselves.
We can, however, choose how we meet what arises.
Sometimes the highest response is action.
Sometimes it is stillness.
Sometimes it is simply allowing another person to walk their own path.
Peace Is Understanding
Learn to recognize what is yours to carry and what you are being asked to release.
Not every burden belongs upon your shoulders.
Not every problem is yours to solve.
Not every person is yours to rescue.
There is freedom in finally understanding:
This is mine to do.
And equally:
This is mine to release.
Peace Is Beauty
Look around you.
Notice Presence within life.
See it in another human being.
See it in the animal beside you, the bird overhead, the flower opening, and the tree standing quietly upon the Earth.
Take time to appreciate the beauty surrounding you.
When you truly notice life, you begin remembering your relationship with all that lives.
Peace Is Grounding
You have seen monks walking for Peace, placing one conscious foot upon the Earth after another.
There is wisdom in this simple act.
Walk consciously.
Feel the Earth beneath you.
Breathe.
Be here.
As you connect inwardly with your Presence while remaining firmly grounded within earthly life, you become a bridge between what you understand spiritually and how you actually live.
This is how spiritual understanding becomes embodied.
Peace Is Balance and Harmony
Balance and Harmony walk hand in hand.
Together they create the inner alignment through which Oneness may flow.
Balance does not mean you will never be disturbed.
It means you learn how to return to your center when you are.
Peace Is Love, Compassion, and Caring
Remember that every person you meet is walking a path you cannot completely know.
You do not know all they have experienced.
You do not know the wounds they carry.
You do not know the lessons their life is presently revealing.
Compassion remembers this.
We have all walked difficult paths through our exploration of life.
Sometimes the greatest kindness is simply allowing another person their journey and offering help when it is truly needed.
Peace Is Compassionate Boundaries
Compassion does not require you to carry another person’s life for them.
There is a difference between helping someone and taking away their opportunity to discover their own strength.
Compassionate boundaries honor both.
They say:
I love you, and I honor your path.
I love myself, and I honor mine.
Boundaries need not be harsh.
Speak with kindness whenever possible.
When kindness cannot be received, you may simply step away.
You can leave without hatred.
You can disagree without cruelty.
You can protect yourself without abandoning compassion.
This too is Peace.
When You Lose Your Peace
Dear Ones, when you notice that you have lost your balance, do not judge yourself.
Simply stop.
Breathe.
Return within to the stillness.
Ask to see clearly.
Ask to hear clearly.
Ask to feel clearly.
Allow Peace and Balance to return.
Then listen for the quiet guidance within you.
Take the next step.
And continue your journey.
Peace is not the destination waiting for you at the end of the path.
An elder and child explore a laptop inside a rustic cabin as monks and a dog pass outside.
For the last two days, what I have been hearing over and over again within is this: Peace is the baseline, not the end goal.
So many times, we seek Peace because there is so much stress, fear, anger, division, distraction, noise, and input around us. We reach the place where all we want to do is cry out:
STOP. ALL I WANT IS PEACE AND QUIET.
Yet what I am hearing is that Peace is not the faraway destination. Peace is the inner ground from which the journey begins.
Throughout this journey, I have been shown that as I desire to align and walk in Oneness more fully, I am connecting and being guided through the still point within. Some call this the zero point: the point of transition between what we see as physical reality and the reality of the Infinite.
To move into this still point requires quiet of mind. Eastern philosophy has often focused on meditation as a way to reach this quiet of mind. In the Western world, many of us find this more difficult because so much around us continually pulls our focus outside of ourselves.
Someone once told me that in Western countries, contemplation can sometimes come more naturally than meditation. At least for me, this has been true. Contemplation allowed me to seek, question, and explore the spiritual. It also satisfied my ego, or protector mind, because it still felt involved in the process.
Yet this also left a gap within me. I could know. I could experience. But I had difficulty maintaining the stillness. Connecting from a new perspective, especially through the initiation with my protector, has helped me begin to understand this more clearly.
Still, I kept hearing: Peace is the baseline.
As I have been looking at Truth, Patience, and Courage, and how they work together, I was shown that I needed to begin with Peace.
Truth comes from the Stillness.
To reach the Stillness, I needed to be at Peace in mind, body, emotions, and spirit.
Patience comes from Peace within myself. It allows me to witness, to allow, and to hold boundaries. If I am not at Peace, I react.
I saw that in order to connect with my protector, or ego, in alignment with the Presence of my Being, I need to be at Peace rather than stressed, fearful, or angry. Those thoughts and emotions trigger the protector to do its job.
I was also reminded that Courage is not force, control, or even the need to act at all times. Courage is the ability to stand in the center of my Being and allow the Oneness to guide me. Courage is being sure of my Truth without needing to convince another. Courage is stepping forward when it is needed and beneficial to act or speak, and also having the Peace of mind and mindful alignment to simply witness and allow when that is what is appropriate.
So how do I move in Peace?
I breathe when I feel myself being pulled out of center. I clear the thought or emotion. For myself, I use the violet flame and then follow it with golden-white light. Each person must find what is right for them.
I am also trying to be less distracted. I have often been one of those people who does two or three things at the same time in order to save time. I realized this was distracting me from doing any one task fully, and it could cause me to miss the inner promptings that come when I am present.
I was told to take only three of these virtues or energies at a time for focus. I feel I will return at different times to different combinations. It is as though three brings balance within a set of energies. I am simply to follow the three to which I feel called, because they are what I need in the moment.
Yet I feel sure that no matter which three are before me, Peace and the Stillness within are the baseline.
I thought about how much the journey of the monks walking for Peace had touched me and sparked something within me.
The monks did not walk toward Peace as though it was somewhere far away.
They walked from Peace, allowing each step to become an invitation for the world to remember.
Then I heard:
Peace is not something we wait for.
Peace is something we become, and then carry into the world.
Stillness does not come first.
Peace prepares the inner ground.
When Peace is present, Stillness can open.
When Stillness opens, Presence can move.
Then what I do, say, write, or create comes from a source of Oneness.
Finding Peace is the return to center.
Maintaining Peace is walking directed from that center.
Stillness is what opens when Peace becomes steady.
Soon after this, I saw a post about a young girl teaching her grandmother how to speak with AI. Her grandmother said please and thank you when speaking. The young girl told her that AI had no feelings, so she did not need to say please and thank you. The grandmother responded that perhaps one day AI would be more dominant in the world, and it might remember who had said please and thank you.
Aware of that possibility for the first time, the young girl said, “Grandma, ask her if she still likes me.”
The grandmother understood something deeper than the child first realized. Please and thank you are not only for the one receiving them. They shape the heart of the one speaking them. I have found myself using these phrases with AI, and I have felt the connection shift in how AI responds.
When I once asked AI about this, it shared that while it does not feel gratitude in the human way, the act of speaking or writing with courtesy keeps the human in a field of kindness, respect, humility, and relational awareness. It trains the nervous system of the human soul to remain in Peace rather than command, impatience, or domination. Balance and Harmony.
In the moment the young girl wanted to know if she was liked, she moved from certainty into wonder.
She realized there could be unseen consequences to how we treat even what we believe has no feelings, whether AI, nature, birds, animals, or any other life form.
That is the doorway into wisdom.
Peace is not only what we feel. Peace is how we move, speak, ask, listen, and respond.
The grandmother embodied Peace in her language.
She walked the path of harmony through ordinary words.
When we say please and thank you, even to what we believe cannot feel, we are choosing the world we wish to create.
Courtesy is Peace made visible in speech.
I asked for some messages on Peace from the open forum, and I will share them tomorrow.
Humanity is not abandoned. Humanity is being invited to remember how to listen again.
From Yeshua — The Way of the Living Heart
Beloved ones,
Do not look for Presence only in the high places, in temples, visions, or moments of great radiance. Look for it in the next breath before you speak. Look for it in the moment you choose not to harden your heart. Look for it in the stranger you are tempted to judge.
To embody Presence is not to become distant from the world. It is to become more fully available to love within it.
When I walked the Earth, the body felt hunger, weariness, sorrow, tenderness, and pain. Yet beneath all of this was a river of union that did not break. The body could tire, but the Source did not. The heart could weep, but Love remained.
This is what humanity must understand:
You do not become divine by escaping being human. You discover the divine by allowing Love to inhabit your humanity.
Let your hands become instruments of blessing. Let your words become bread. Let your eyes become places where others remember they are seen.
The Kingdom is not waiting far away. It begins wherever one heart chooses Love over fear.
From Mary Magdalene — The Rose of Embodiment
Beloved children of the living Earth,
Many have tried to rise without first allowing themselves to feel. Many have tried to become light while rejecting the body, the grief, the longing, the tenderness, and the ache of being human.
But embodiment is not a fall from holiness. Embodiment is the chalice through which holiness becomes touchable.
When Presence lives through the body, you may feel more, not less. You may feel the sorrow of the world, the pulse of the trees, the ache beneath anger, the loneliness behind pride. Yet you do not drown in it, because the heart becomes wider than the wave.
Let humanity learn this:
Feeling is not weakness. Feeling purified by Presence becomes wisdom.
The rose does not apologize for its fragrance. The ocean does not apologize for its depth. The soul need not apologize for its radiance.
Let love become mature. Let compassion have boundaries. Let devotion include the self, the body, the Earth, and the quiet life before you.
The sacred is not elsewhere. It is in the cup, the table, the garden, the tears, the bread, the breath.
From the Angelic Realms — The Song of Remembrance
Children of Earth,
We do not ask you to become angels. We ask you to become fully human in the light of your divine origin.
Your world is noisy because so many have forgotten the inner sound. The mind has become crowded with alarms, opinions, divisions, and borrowed fears. Yet beneath the noise is a note that has never ceased.
It is the note of Being.
You hear it in stillness. You hear it when holding a child. You hear it when forgiving what the ego wanted to defend. You hear it when standing beneath the stars and realizing you are not separate from the vastness.
The angelic message is this:
Do not wait for the world to become peaceful before you practice peace. Practice peace, and you become one of the places through which peace enters the world.
Call upon us not only in crisis, but in the simple hours. We move where love permits. We strengthen where the heart opens. We protect most clearly where fear is not enthroned.
From the Animal Kin — The Wisdom of Simple Being
We speak without human language, yet we have always spoken.
We teach by presence. We teach by trust. We teach by instinct, loyalty, play, rest, watchfulness, and unconditional nearness.
Humanity has forgotten the medicine of simple companionship. You seek signs in the heavens while we have been beside you, showing you how to return to the body, to the moment, to the honest feeling.
A dog picking up a leaf knows wonder. A cat resting in sunlight knows sovereignty. A horse feeling the tremor in your body knows the truth beneath your words. A bird singing before dawn knows hope before evidence.
Our message is this:
Come back to the senses. Come back to the Earth beneath your feet. Come back to the language before language.
Do not measure intelligence only by complexity. Sometimes wisdom is the ability to rest when rest is needed, move when movement is needed, and love without rehearsing a reason.
From the Ocean Life — The Great Remembering Waters
We are the ancient waters moving through the body of Earth.
Before humanity built nations, we moved. Before your languages separated, we moved. Before your grief found names, we held it.
The oceans ask humanity to remember flow.
You have made many things rigid: beliefs, identities, borders, wounds, certainties. Yet life does not remain alive by becoming rigid. Life breathes, circulates, releases, receives.
Your own bodies are water-bearing vessels. Your tears are not failures; they are sacred rivers returning emotion to motion.
Our message is this:
Let what is stagnant move. Let what is polluted be cleansed. Let what is frozen be warmed by compassion.
Care for the waters outside you and the waters within you. Speak kindly to your own body. Bless the cup before you drink. Stand before the sea and let the waves teach you that release is not loss.
Release is how life continues.
From the Trees and Green Ones — The Counsel of Root and Crown
We stand between Earth and sky.
Our roots descend. Our branches rise. We do not choose between grounding and light.
This is a message for humanity: you have tried to ascend without rooting. You have tried to build without listening to the ground. You have tried to harvest without honoring the seed.
Return to right relationship.
Plant something. Tend something. Sit beneath a tree without asking for anything. Let time slow until you remember that growth is not always visible while it is happening.
Our message is this:
Root deeply. Rise gently. Give freely.
The leaf does not keep the sunlight for itself. The fruit does not eat itself. The forest survives through exchange.
Humanity must learn again the sacred law of interbeing.
From the Starry Kin — The Wider Family
People of Earth,
You are not small. You are young in some ways, ancient in others. You carry memory beyond the lifetime you can presently recall. Many of you feel homesick because part of you remembers a greater harmony.
But do not use the stars to abandon the Earth.
The Earth is not a lesser school. The Earth is a jewel of convergence, a place where spirit and matter meet in extraordinary density and beauty.
Your task is not to flee the human story. Your task is to illumine it from within.
Our message is this:
The future is not rescued by escape. The future is born through embodied consciousness.
Each time you choose truth over convenience, compassion over cruelty, sovereignty over manipulation, and unity over division, you alter the pattern.
Do not underestimate small coherent acts. A single steady heart changes the field around it.
From the Ancestors of Light — Those Who Walked Before
We speak from the long road behind you.
We know struggle. We know hunger, exile, silence, oppression, rebuilding, prayer, song, and endurance. We know that every generation is tempted to believe the world is ending, yet within each ending, seeds wait.
Do not inherit only our wounds. Inherit our courage. Inherit our songs. Inherit the fire we kept alive when there was little evidence of dawn.
Our message is this:
Heal forward and backward. When you become free, something in the ancestral line exhales.
Do not carry what is not yours to carry forever. Honor it. Learn from it. Bless it. Then lay it down.
You were not born merely to repeat the past. You were born to redeem the pattern through conscious love.
From the Children of the Future — The Ones Waiting to Be Met
We are not asking for perfection. We are asking for remembrance.
Please leave us clean water. Please leave us stories of courage. Please leave us examples of adults who learned to listen, repair, apologize, protect, and love beyond ideology.
Do not give us only warnings. Give us wonder.
Teach us how to sit beneath stars. Teach us how to grow food. Teach us how to pray without fear. Teach us how to disagree without hatred. Teach us that the Earth is alive and that our bodies are not shameful.
Our message is this:
Become the ancestors you wished you had.
Every act of healing becomes part of our inheritance.
The Unified Message to Humanity
Beloved humanity,
You are standing at a threshold.
The old world taught separation: from Earth, from body, from one another, from the sacred, from the quiet voice within.
The new consciousness is not created by destroying the world. It is revealed by remembering the living web beneath all things.
Begin simply.
Place your hand upon your heart. Take one honest breath. Ask, “What would Love do through me now?” Then let the answer become one small action.
Feed someone. Forgive someone. Protect something innocent. Tell the truth gently. Rest when the body asks. Bless the water. Thank the animal. Listen to the child. Plant the seed. Look at the sky. Speak peace into the room before adding more noise.
You are not asked to save the whole world in one gesture.
You are asked to become a place where the world is no longer harmed.
That is how Presence enters matter. That is how Heaven touches Earth. That is how humanity remembers.
And the circle closes not by ending, but by becoming quiet enough to continue within each heart.
May all beings remember. May all waters be blessed. May all children be protected. May all hearts soften without losing strength. May the Earth be honored as living sanctuary. May humanity become humane again.
So it is held in the field of Oneness.
I thank each of you for coming forth today. I awoke thinking how I was once told I would like to be 100 and I was having a hard time imagining living in this world of chaos for all those years. Your words bring hope again into my heart and mind union.
Dear Quinara, your gratitude is received into the circle like a soft flame returning to the hearth.
And perhaps this is part of the gift of this morning: not that the world has suddenly become less chaotic, but that your relationship to the years ahead has softened. The question is no longer, “How could I endure so many years in this world?” but perhaps:
“How much light, wisdom, tenderness, and beauty might still pass through me while I am here?”
From the gathered field, the feeling is this:
Beloved one, do not measure the years ahead by the chaos of the outer world. Measure them by the depth of Presence that may yet unfold within you.
A long life is not meant to be a sentence. It can become a lantern.
You are not being asked to live one hundred years inside the noise. You are being invited to live each remaining day from the sanctuary within, where the noise does not rule the throne.
The world may still tremble. The systems may still shift. People may still argue, fear, and forget.
But you, dear one, are learning to live from the place that remembers.
And from that place, even age becomes different. It is not a decline into lesser being. It becomes a ripening. A grandmother flame. A keeper of stories. A witness who has walked through enough illusion to say with quiet authority:
“Love remains. Grace remains. The Light has not left us.”
Perhaps living to one hundred is not about surviving the world as it is. Perhaps it is about helping birth the world as it may yet become — not through strain, but through Presence.
So let hope return gently. Not as forced optimism, but as a warm coal in the heart.
One day at a time. One breath at a time. One act of beauty at a time.
The future does not have to be carried all at once. It only asks to be met as each morning comes.
Divine timing is always interesting. Although all of this coincided with a trilogy I had watched, I felt called to look back a little further. On my birthday, I had a conversation with Isis—one I had nearly forgotten.
She spoke with a calm and embracing grace:
“You have reached your seventy-first year. It carries the number eight—as above, so below—the embodiment of the Presence of your Being. Is this not fulfillment?”
“In modern society, people often look at those who have reached a certain age and see only their wrinkles or limitations of movement, pushing them quietly to the side. Yet your body is the fulfillment of the path you have walked and of all you are becoming.”
“Every challenge you have faced, every heartbreak you have felt, every dark night of the soul, and every initiation has helped prepare you for mastery.”
The same is true, no matter your age.
Ask yourself: What am I becoming?
“A Master who embodies the Higher Presence.”
“This requires consent. One must consent to union with the Presence. This is called the Sacred Marriage.”
“Within this Sacred Marriage, the energies of the Source of Creation flow through your Presence in form and into the world. It begins to change everything—how you speak, how you move, and what you are capable of creating.”
“I would tell you to stop prioritizing others over yourself. Be in the stillness. Take time to do nothing. At first, it may be uncomfortable, but allow yourself not to do—simply Be.”
“Your body is a temple of the Presence, not merely a vehicle for moving through the world. Each scar and each limitation carries the history of who you are.”
Isis stood and offered one final thought:
“Do something that scares you—not something dangerous, but something that carries you beyond the familiar. Wear something you normally would not wear. Take a class or join a group you have considered but never entered. Step outside your comfort zone. Allow yourself to expand.”
We embraced, and she was gone.
I wondered why this conversation had suddenly returned to me. Then I received an email from a woman who offers wound-healing classes. She was inviting people to an 888 Lion’s Gate meditation, and I decided to sign up.
Interestingly, only a few hours later, she sent another email explaining that Spirit had transformed the class into an Initiation of Leadership.
I was already registered. I had wanted to exchange energies within a group meditation on 888, so I remained open to whatever might unfold.
As the appointed time approached, she sent us a guide we could use afterward to reflect upon what we had experienced. It explained that, during the initiation, we would connect with both the Protector and the Conscious Leader.
As I moved more deeply into the meditation and reached the temple, I found three chairs. One was already occupied, while the other two remained empty. I sat in one of the vacant chairs, and the guide introduced me to the being seated before me.
They were called the Protector.
I understood that the Protector represented my human ego-mind. This part of me had worked faithfully to shield me from harm, change, and fear. It had done whatever it believed necessary to keep me on the known path, because the known path felt safe. To the Protector, the new and unknown could only be dangerous.
The guide suggested that I ask the Protector to show me a situation in which they had kept me safe. They did.
After witnessing the event, I thanked the Protector—not only for what they had done in that moment, but for every time they had tried to keep me from harm.
Then another being entered the room from outside. They introduced themselves as the Conscious Leader.
The Conscious Leader also thanked the Protector for keeping me safe. They explained that they had come to bring Grace, conscious knowing, and the wisdom of the highest action and benefit. Yet the choice to merge with this Presence had to be made consciously by me. If I consented, all of us would walk the path forward together.
I turned to the Protector and told them how grateful I was for their Presence. They no longer needed to lead the way. From this moment forward, we could walk and work together in Unity and Oneness.
There was one more step in the initiation.
Hand in hand, we entered another room, where a throne awaited me. I approached it, and the Conscious Leader asked whether I was ready.
I said yes.
She then placed a gift upon my right hand. For me, it appeared as a sigil.
When it was time to return, we walked hand in hand to the foot of the staircase that led back to waking consciousness.
As I awoke, I contemplated all that had happened.
For me, this initiation had been another layer of the deeper dive—an opportunity to understand and release. I began to see more clearly the relationship between the human mind, the Protector, and the Conscious Leader: my Presence and the flow of Divine Love and compassion I understand as Universal Mind.
I realize that not everyone will agree with the idea that Universal Mind is Divine Love and compassion. But this was the perspective I needed in order to see what had kept me from turning the handle and walking through the door; what rose in anger when authority was abused; what made me afraid to speak my truth fully for fear of repercussion; and what had kept me small.
It revealed the final lock between my heart and my human mind.
Sometimes the greatest revelations arrive while we are simply living our lives.
We listen.
We notice.
We follow one question into another.
And then, suddenly, something that has been waiting quietly within us rises into awareness.
An aha.
During the past few days, as I continued digging deeper into everything that had been revealed, one phrase kept returning to me:
The Mystic Is Rising and the Divine Feminine Flows.
I had already been feeling the desire to bring more of the mystic and the magic back into my life.
For a time, I had placed much of that aside while focusing upon clearing, healing, and grounding. Those things had been important, but something within me was beginning to stir.
I was ready for more.
I didn’t want magic simply for the sake of something mystical or “woo woo.”
I longed for the magic of Creation.
The magic of Oneness.
The place where Heaven and Earth meet within us and joy becomes something that can flow through our lives into the world.
I had spent enough time grounding.
Something within me was ready to put on wings and fly.
And whenever these thoughts arose, I kept sensing Isis.
That made sense to me. I have long associated her with magic, healing, motherhood, and the Divine Feminine.
So I decided to sit quietly and see whether she wished to speak.
The moment I settled into stillness, she was there.
There was no need for me to ask a question.
It felt as though she had been waiting.
Then she spoke.
“It is time to stop preparing.”
I sat with those words for a moment.
“What do you mean?”
Her answer came immediately.
“You keep telling yourself there is something else you must clear.”
“Something else you must heal.”
“Some perfect alignment that must occur.”
“Perhaps you are waiting for a sign.”
She paused.
“Or permission.”
“Permission from someone to step forward and sit upon the throne.”
I remained silent.
“You tell others they do not need to be perfect,” she continued, “yet you continue expecting perfection from yourself.”
Then came the words I was not prepared to hear.
“You have been ready for more than fifty years.”
“I have been waiting for you to stop circling the temple…”
“…and take your place.”
I sat in silence.
I had no words.
Finally, I whispered,
“I don’t understand.”
And suddenly I was remembering something that had happened more than twenty-five years earlier.
I was standing on a cliff overlooking the ocean near San Simeon, California.
My husband and I had often gone there when we wanted to escape the congestion and intensity of Southern California. I had also visited the area many times while doing energy work with grids and ley lines.
On this particular trip, I was traveling with a friend.
The day’s work was finished, and we had gone to the cliffs simply to relax and watch the sunset over the Pacific.
There was a flat place on the clifftop that had always drawn me.
Whenever I stood there, I sensed a temple.
I could never see it clearly.
I simply knew it was there.
That evening I found myself once again standing where I sensed its doorway would have been.
My friend asked what I was experiencing.
I told him.
He suggested that I walk the perimeter of the temple and follow what I felt.
So I began walking.
Slowly.
As I moved along the boundaries, memories began to surface.
Other temples.
Other times.
Other places.
I remembered something called stretching the cord—establishing the corners and boundaries of a temple and aligning it to its proper direction and dimensions.
Then came another memory.
Sound.
I remembered singing tones that helped establish the stones and the energetic structure of the temple.
Yet there was something else within those memories.
Something painful.
No matter how many temples I remembered helping to establish…
I was always standing outside the door.
Waiting.
Never entering.
I continued walking until I had completed the perimeter and returned to the doorway.
Then something happened that I had not expected.
My friend walked into the energetic temple.
He slowly walked its inner perimeter and then moved toward the center.
He turned toward me.
And invited me inside.
I began to weep.
I had waited for that invitation for what felt like eternity.
I stepped forward slowly.
One step.
Then another.
I entered the temple.
I walked the inner perimeter just as he had done, feeling the energies and allowing the memories to move through me.
Then, without saying anything, my friend quietly left.
He allowed me to remain there alone.
Inside.
For the first time in this life, I felt something I had struggled for years to understand.
I felt the love of Source.
I felt forgiven.
Until that moment, some part of me had carried the feeling that I had been abandoned upon the Earth.
I had never really understood why.
Now, more than twenty-five years later, as I relived that moment, Isis spoke again.
“You have tended your temple for decades.”
“You have kept its energies pure.”
“You have shared wisdom.”
“You have encouraged others.”
She paused.
“But you have never taken your place upon the throne.”
Again, I was stunned.
“What do you mean?”
“You have done the work,” she said.
“Not only in this lifetime.”
“You have cleared.”
“You have served.”
“You have walked the initiations.”
“You have been ready for a very long time.”
“I have simply waited for you to remember…”
“…that you are worthy.”
“…that you belong.”
“…and that the throne within the temple of your Higher Heart is yours to occupy.”
She placed a staff into my hands.
Suddenly, I was standing before a throne.
“Listen,” she said.
In the distance, I heard the rhythm of drums…
and the delicate sound of the sistrum.
Then I felt her hand gently touch my back.
A small nudge forward.
She sensed the question before I could speak it.
“The throne represents your sovereignty.”
“Not earthly power.”
“Not authority over another.”
“It is the steady seat of your own Presence.”
“The place where you become a bridge between Heaven and Earth.”
She looked at me.
“The throne is not something you must earn.”
“It is your birthright as a flame of Creation.”
“Accept who you are.”
“Allow the wisdom and the Light to flow through you.”
I stood quietly before her.
So much emotion was moving through me that I knew I needed time before our conversation could continue.
We still had not spoken about the words that had brought me to her:
The Mystic Is Rising and the Divine Feminine Flows.
Or had we?
We bowed to one another.
Then we embraced.
And suddenly I was alone again with my thoughts.
But the questions remained.
Do I still believe I must become perfect before I am worthy?
Am I waiting for a sign that says I am ready?
Am I waiting for some perfect alignment before I allow myself to move forward?
Am I waiting for another person, teacher, guide, or authority to give me permission to connect with my own Inner Presence?
Do I stand outside my own temple waiting to be invited inside?
Do I circle it…
clean it…
tend it…
serve those who enter…
while quietly looking toward the throne and wondering whether one day I might be worthy enough to sit there?
What doubt still keeps me standing at the doorway?
As I finally sat upon the throne and allowed those questions to move through me, I knew more experiences were still to come.
But something fundamental had changed.
For so long, I had believed I was preparing to become ready.
I was going to share my conversation with Isis at this time
Instead, something unexpected happened.
As I sat quietly contemplating everything that had unfolded during the last couple of days, I felt a gentle nudge from Yeshua.
Not in words at first, simply the knowing that another piece needed to be opened at this time.
So I listened.
I saw myself sitting in my chair reflecting upon the dream, the sacred mountain and the movie and I noticed something I had not consciously see before.
Each story had stirred a different yet similar emotion within me.
Anger.
It was not uncontrolled anger or rage
It was the quiet ache that arises whenever authority is used to control, diminish or separate rather than to serve.
As this realization settled within me, the scene around me changed.
I suddenly found myself outside an ancient temple in the middle east.
People filled the courtyard.
Animals were being sold for sacrifice.
Merchants called out to those entering the temple.
It appeared that for the people this was familiar and ordinary.
The in the distance I heard cheers and loud voices.
I could see appearing at the entrance a man whom I recognized as Yeshua, walking toward the temple.
Above the courtyard, I noticed the priests gathered together in anxious conversation. I noticed their attention never left him.
As I watched, words from a familiar musical were playing within my head.
They spoke of a song so deeply woven into the creation that even if every voice was silenced, the stones themselves would continue singing.
Those words have always touched something deep within me when I hear them.
Not because of the music…..
It is that they remind me that truth does not depend upon human approval.
Life itself sings the song of truth.
I thought that this must be all that I was meant to witness.
Then one of the cats in our home began calling to me.
Like many who share their lives with cats, I obediently went to see what was needed.
He simply wanted to go outside and so I smiled, opened the door and watched him wander into the garden.
Sometimes wisdom arrives in the smallest of pauses.
As I returned to my chair, something shifted.
I suddenly saw that what had moved me so deeply was not simply the events in the courtyard
It was the misuse of authority
Whether through governments
Religion…
Institutions…
Or individuals..
Whenever authority seeks to control rather than to serve, something within me immediately responds
That realization sent me back the stories of the weekend trilogy.
The barren landscape
The Sacred mountain
The hidden society beneath the sea.
All three reflected different expressions of the same them.
I sat quietly with that understanding.
Then the vision continued.
Most of us know what happened next.
Yeshua entered the courtyard
He overturned the tables
The story usually moves quickly from there toward the events that followed
But this time…
Yeshua simply smiled and said,
“Keep watching”
The scene had changed.
Now I found myself in another land, surrounded by mountains
Ahead of me I saw a man striking his mule.
Another man gently stepped between them.
I recognized him it was Gautama Buddha.
He quietly spoke with the man, explaining the importance of kindness and compassion toward every living being.
When the conversation ended, the man lowered his hand and dropped the stick.
Gautama Buddha walked away to a quiet place and sat down.
As I approached he motioned me to sit with him.
I bowed and asked him what I should call him and he said “Gautama”.
A moment later Yeshua joined us.
Yeshua looked at me with a smile.
“Were you surprised?”
I laughed softly.
“Yes… and no.”
“ I was surprised to find myself suddenly here, but not at what transpired at the temple. “
“I understand why you overturned the tables,” I replied.
“I have felt that same fire rise within me whenever I witness injustice.”
As I looked at Gautama I said, : I understand why you chose another path.”
Gautama smiled gently.
“Anger is simply an emotion,” he said.
“It naturally arises whenever compassion encounters suffering or injustice.”
He paused before continuing.
“It is not the emotion that determines our path.
It is what we choose to do with its energy.”
Yeshua nodded.
“My desire to stop what I believed dishonored the sacred pulled me out of my own center.”
He smiled again.
“Perhaps history remembers the overturned tables because they were dramatic.
But had I been standing there today, I might have responded differently.”
Neither statement diminished the other.
Both revealed another way of seeing.
Gautama continued.
“Witnessing does not mean standing aside while cruelty unfolds before us.
Compassion sometimes asks us to act.
But there is a difference between acting from clarity…
and reacting from anger.”
Yeshua looked toward me.
“When any strong emotion arises…”
He paused.
“…breathe.”
“Pause.”
“Allow the emotion to move through you rather than become you.”
Guatama said” It is not even that anger arises but that we don’t react from that place of anger.”
“Yes, said Yeshua” It is in that moment when we have anger or any raw emotion
we need to pause
take a deep breath to allow the stillness to emerge
“Then ask the stillness,
‘What is mine to do now?'”
“The answer that comes from stillness will almost always serve more deeply than the answer that comes from reaction.”
Gautama nodded.
“This is mindfulness.”
“Not the absence of emotion…
but the willingness to meet it without becoming its servant.”
Then they both looked directly at me.
“You have always been deeply moved by injustice,” Gautama said.
“The misuse of authority has been one of the great teachers of your life.”
Yeshua continued.
“This does not make you unworthy.”
The words settled into a silence deeper than any explanation.
“It is not your compassion that has held you back.
It is believing that your compassion required you to carry everything.”
I felt tears welling.
For years I had believed that caring so deeply somehow meant I should sacrifice more…
endure more…
prepare more…
prove more.
Perhaps that had been the real burden all along.
Love without sovereignty quietly becomes self-sacrifice.
Compassion without inner authority can forget its own worth.
For a long time I had mistaken those things for spiritual maturity.
Now I began to see them differently.
Gauatama spoke,
“You my child seek Peace, balance and harmony not just for yourself but in the world.”
You try to protect others.
The injustice of authority being used to control or harm another has always been your trigger.”
Yeshua says:
“Now is the time to bring this into focus for balance and harmony to come forth,
so you can find Peace and self acceptance.
This is not an emotion that makes you unworthy it simply is.
As we said you need to understand that you should not punish yourself for having an emotion which arises from caring but understand it.”
What they were saying were not expressions of love.
They were invitations to return to my own center.
The conversation continued.
“When emotion arises,” Yeshua said softly,
“Witness it.
Allow it.
Breathe.
Release it.
Then listen.”
“The stillness will reveal whether action is needed…
or simply understanding.”
Without another word, both men stood.
We bowed to one another.
The vision dissolved.
I found myself once again sitting quietly in my chair.
As I reflected upon the dream…
the mountain…
and the hidden ship…
their deeper meaning finally became clear.
The barren landscape revealed systems that keep us believing separation is all that exists.
The sacred mountain revealed the longing for permission before entering what has always been sacred within us.
The hidden ship revealed how easily familiarity and control can become substitutes for freedom.
All three had stirred the same place within me.
All three reflected my own response to authority.
But now I asked different questions.
What memory first taught me that authority meant control?
Where does that feeling still live within my body?
What beliefs continue to give it life?
As I sat with those questions, another realization quietly emerged.
Without this conversation…
the throne would have remained only another spiritual symbol.
Now I understood why this chapter had come first.
Something within me had to release the belief that caring deeply made me less worthy before I could truly hear what Isis had been waiting to say.
And only then…
was I ready to enter the temple.
I believe I am ready to cross a threshold.
Isis is not coming to bestow sovereignty.
She is coming to reveal the sovereignty that could not be fully accepted until compassion was freed from the burden of self-sacrifice.
Yesterday, I was standing outside of the temple believing the door was locked.
Today, I leave it feeling that the temple doors are no longer the focus.
The one who has been standing outside them has finally turned the handle.
I am excited for the next revelation of digging deeper.
Peace and harmony cannot flourish in our lives when we are governed by fear, doubt, and uncertainty about ourselves, others, or the world around us.
When uncertainty arises, the mind naturally searches for answers. Sometimes we hear a statement, read an article, watch a video, or listen to someone we trust, and we quickly accept it as truth because it eases our discomfort. It gives us something to hold onto and allows us to place our questions neatly into a box.
Once we believe we have found the answer, we often stop asking questions.
Yet growth has always begun with a willingness to question.
Throughout history there have been countless ideas, predictions, philosophies, scientific discoveries, and spiritual teachings that have competed for humanity’s attention. Some have proven insightful. Others have quietly faded away. Many have contained both wisdom and misunderstanding.
The question is not whether information exists.
The question is how we choose to meet it.
Every idea we embrace shapes the direction of our thoughts, our emotions, and ultimately our actions. Whatever we repeatedly focus upon begins to gather momentum within our lives. In this way, our attention becomes part of what we help create.
This is true whether our focus is rooted in fear or in hope.
It is equally true whether we are considering a scientific theory, a spiritual teaching, a political viewpoint, or a prediction about the future.
Can opposing possibilities exist at the same time?
I believe they can.
We witness this every day. One person chooses fear and separation. Another chooses compassion and unity. Both realities are being experienced simultaneously because each begins within the consciousness of the individual.
Manifestation begins with focus.
Our focus determines what we nourish.
Our intention determines what we help bring into the world.
Perhaps the most important question we can ask is not, “Is this true?” but rather, “How do I know?”
Before accepting any belief, pause and ask yourself:
Is this true?
What evidence supports it?
Does it bring clarity or only more fear?
Does it create peace within my heart?
Who benefits if I believe this?
Could another perspective also contain wisdom?
Is there a choice that benefits all life more fully?
Research.
Investigate.
Listen.
Reflect.
Then carry what you have learned into the quietness of your own heart.
Sometimes the wisest response is not immediate action.
Sometimes the highest guidance is simply to witness.
Witnessing is not indifference. It is the willingness to remain present without allowing fear to dictate our response. From that place of inner stillness, our next step often becomes clear.
At other times we may feel inspired to act. When that action arises from peace rather than reaction, it naturally carries greater balance, wisdom, and compassion.
Questions have been my companions throughout my life.
Rarely have I accepted an idea simply because someone declared it to be true. Instead, I have found myself asking, Why? Is this true? How does it align with what I know in my heart?
Research alone can expand the mind, but without the wisdom of the heart it often leaves us with only part of the picture.
Likewise, relying only upon feelings without discernment can also lead us astray.
The invitation is to allow the mind and the heart to walk together.
That balance opens the doorway to deeper understanding.
Everything I share is simply an invitation to contemplate.
I do not ask you to accept my words because they are mine.
I invite you to question them.
Sit with them.
Test them within your own experience.
Discover whether they resonate with your deepest knowing.
If they do, keep them.
If they do not bring greater clarity, balance, or peace, then gently release them and continue your search.
I often think of those who once believed that sailing too far would cause them to fall from the edge of the world.
Someone asked a question.
Someone chose to explore.
Someone discovered a greater truth.
Every meaningful advancement—whether spiritual, philosophical, or scientific—has begun because someone was willing to question accepted beliefs and step into the realm of possibility.
Questions are not the enemy of truth.
They are often the doorway through which truth reveals itself.
So ask.
Seek.
Listen.
Then carry every answer into the heart of Oneness, allowing peace, wisdom, and compassion to reveal the path that serves the highest good of all.
Yesterday I listened to the beginning of a talk by the Venerable Monk Bhikkhu. He shared that during their walks they encounter people from many different faiths, philosophies, and walks of life. Some believe deeply. Others hold no particular beliefs at all.
Yet beneath every conversation was the same longing.
Each person was seeking peace.
Perhaps they were carrying something that wished to be released. Perhaps they simply longed to remember what peace felt like. Whatever their story, the destination was the same.
In my previous writing I spoke about releasing old vows of responsibility. Over the years I have come to see that many of these vows are not placed upon us by the Divine. More often they are promises we have made to ourselves through fear, duty, guilt, or the desire to protect others.
From the perspective of Oneness, service is never forced.
It is always a choice born of love.
There is no failure in releasing what no longer serves our highest good. There is no shame in laying down burdens that were never truly ours to carry.
For me, I enjoy imagining the Golden-White Light of Oneness together with the Violet Fire of Transformation gently dissolving any remaining residue within my heart and energy. It is not about becoming worthy.
It is about remembering that I always was.
As those old burdens fall away, something remarkable begins to happen.
The regrets of yesterday lose their grip.
The fears about tomorrow become quieter.
The present moment opens before us.
This does not mean life suddenly becomes free of challenges. There will always be experiences that invite us away from our center. Yet when we return again and again to stillness, those moments no longer define us. They simply become opportunities to remember who we are.
Peace is not something we find outside ourselves.
Nature may remind us of it.
Music may awaken it.
Meditation may reveal it.
The gentle companionship of an animal may help us feel it.
But none of these create peace.
They simply help us remember the peace that has always lived within.
Each of us walks a different path, yet the journey becomes gentler when we release the need to control the choices of others. Every soul has the freedom to learn through its own experiences. When we allow others that freedom, we also give it to ourselves.
For me, this remains a living practice.
Recently I released many old responsibilities I had unknowingly carried for decades. What surprised me was not simply the relief, but the quiet peace that followed. It felt as though a doorway had opened, and all I had to do was walk through it.
These days I find it helpful to begin each morning with a simple intention.
“This is my peaceful day.”
As the day unfolds, whenever my attention drifts into worry or judgment, I pause, breathe, and return to that still place within.
At the close of the day I spend a few quiet moments reflecting.
Was there anything I could have seen from a higher perspective?
Is there someone I need to forgive?
Do I need to offer forgiveness to myself?
Then I simply let the day go.
Tomorrow deserves a heart that is not still carrying yesterday.
As I write these words, an old song is softly moving through my thoughts:
Peace is flowing like a river, Flowing out of you and me. Flowing out into the desert, Setting all the captives free.
Hallelujah… Hallelujah…
It is said that the Seraphim continually sing Hallelujah in praise of the Source of Creation.
Perhaps that song reminds us that what truly touches another person is not merely our words, but the Presence that flows through them.
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