I felt drawn to write this yesterday, though at first I was not quite sure why. Then I realized it was the timing.
I had been thinking about the return of Prince Harry, Meghan, and their children to England with hope and love, holding the blessing of reunion with his father in my heart. At first, I had not connected this with the date.
It was August 31, 1997, when Princess Diana passed, leaving two young men to grieve the loss of their mother, the constant love and security in their lives. While the world mourned the loss of the Queen of Hearts, our hearts also went out to her sons. You could see their pain, especially in young Harry.
I think perhaps my writing of The Tale of Two Brothers also has its place in this timing. Until today, I had not fully realized that the timing of Harry’s return falls so near the anniversary of Diana’s passing. I do not believe in mere coincidence. Even when we are doing something and do not yet understand the reason, our souls can be prompting us. This doesn’t mean I know that Harry consciously chose this timing knowing this, but that perhaps he was simply inspired or called from within to heal.
It has been 29 years, and 2 + 9 becomes 11, a master number. To me, this speaks of spiritual inspiration, personal transformation, growth, and becoming a beacon for others. It feels like a master step in one’s life. I see within this timing an inspiration to help others release old pain and heal family wounds.
I feel Diana’s love for her boys, and even from the spirit realms, I sense her desire to see them reconcile their differences. These are two young men who loved one another deeply, and somewhere within, still do. Yet they must find their way through the pain. More important at this time, perhaps, is the reconciliation of a man with his father, who is ill.
I feel Diana would be at peace with them accepting and moving beyond the pain she experienced with King Charles and Camilla. The past is the past, and forgiveness is not about approving what happened. It is about releasing what we carry within ourselves so that peace may return.
The story was a tragedy that still asks to be healed. Yet in the midst of that story, two young men were born whom the world has watched grow, stumble, choose, and become.
One was destined to be a future king and was raised, as his father had been, within the structure, duty, and expectations of the Crown. The other had to search for his own role in life. These two different paths shaped how they saw the world, how they developed, and how they responded to life. I will not speak of what has already been written and discussed so many times.
Let us simply say that each, by following his own path, has created the life he felt he needed. In many families, the same thing happens. Different paths create different wounds, and then there comes a time when those wounds have the opportunity to be released and healed. If they are not, they can continue through the family line, carried from generation to generation.
It is good to see even the beginning of a reunion: the King, his wife, Harry, Meghan, and their children taking steps toward healing. It would be beautiful to see that healing continue. Yet even these baby steps feel meaningful.
I sense Diana smiling, for all she ever wanted was for her sons to be loved, happy, and safe.
I wanted to share a little about my current project. It first came forward some time ago, and although I have mentioned it before, I am now taking a deeper dive as I write.
Originally, I thought it would be a regular blog post. I had touched upon working with these energies in an earlier writing, but as I began exploring the subject, the post grew into a booklet—far too long for a blog. Now, as I continue, even more seems to want to come forward, and it may become a book.
I felt that this needed to be written before the Gateway book. At first, I was not sure why. Perhaps it was meant to help me hone my writing skills. Yet as I began preparing this blog, I came to understand something more: for me, this book is also the healing of a wound. I feel it may help others heal wounds of their own—wounds from this lifetime, other timelines, and perhaps even those carried through the ancestral line.
I realize the project could just as easily be called A Tale of Two Sisters, or perhaps A Family Tale of Sibling Rivalry.
In many families, rivalry or competition emerges between siblings and asks to be healed. When we heal the pattern within ourselves, we free ourselves from continuing to carry it. We may also change how the pattern lives within our relationships and what is passed forward to future generations. Sometimes the roots run deep, weaving their way through a family for generations.
The Christian Bible contains passages referring to the effects of wrongdoing reaching into the third and fourth generations. As I reflected upon this, I heard within: Think of the chakras. The first three chakras relate to survival, creation, and personal power. The fourth is the heart—the place where transformation begins. From there, we learn to speak anew, to see and hear anew, and to free ourselves from old limitations.
I sense there are more correlations of this kind waiting to be revealed as I dig deeper.
I look forward to what will unfold. I feel there may be something within this tale that can help humanity, as a whole, become free to move into a New World of Unity, Peace, and Grace.
I was thinking that perhaps I did not have anything left to share with others, and that maybe it was time to take a break from blogging.
I know my blogging has already been irregular, but life itself is irregular. It moves, shifts, pauses, and begins again.
Then, as I sat quietly, I was shown something.
My blogging began several years ago as a simple sharing of my thoughts and what I was learning as I sought and explored spiritual truth. I was not trying to teach or convince others of my truth. I was simply sharing what I was discovering, in case it mattered or helped another along their own path.
As I explored and shared, my path began to shift.
It moved from seeking wisdom and truth in books, or from sources outside of myself, into Remembering. What I learned inspired me, but it also began to open the doorway to inner truth.
In that remembering, the Spiral of Return emerged, and the Higher Heart to Oneness opened.
As I began to step upon the stairs of the spiral, it carried me to the bridges. For me, the bridges were the energies of Being, the living links between the physical and the spiritual. As I began to cross these bridges one at a time, each one eventually led to a gateway.
Each gateway was an opening into the spiritual nature of these energies of Being. It called me to align them more fully by releasing what had kept them limited within the physical realm. Once I passed through a gateway, I was then called to dig deeper.
To dig deeper meant learning to live these truths as more than concepts. It meant allowing them to become part of my daily life, aligned and guided in Oneness with the Presence of my Being. This is the space I am currently within, and it is what I have been sharing.
I needed this moment of reflection to see how the path has spiraled.
When I first stepped upon the Metatronic Spiral of Return, I was shown that within the spiral were the Petals of the Oversoul.
What I am now experiencing within the Deeper Dive are those Petals of the Oversoul: the deeper embodiment and experience of the Essences of Creation and Beingness.
The names are not different from when the journey began: truth, peace, love, compassion, wisdom. Yet my understanding and experience of them have changed and deepened. No longer do the values and expectations of society guide or determine my choices and actions. Instead, I am learning to be guided by the deeper freedom of Unity.
So, will I stop blogging?
Probably not. However, as my life shifts and new inspiration appears, my sharing may continue to be irregular.
I want to thank those who have been with me this far on the journey. I hope that what I share may help another in their own experience. I try to be truthful about what I experience and understand, while also recognizing that truth and understanding change and evolve as we clear, grow, and embody more of who we are.
So, if you look back at my beginning posts and compare them to where I am now, you may see vast differences. Yet it is in the willingness to let go of being locked into one particular truth or path that we allow the flow to guide us toward the highest possible expression for us.
A woman surrounded by glowing light stands among butterflies above a peaceful mountain village.
There is a familiar saying:
“We cannot solve our problems with the same thinking we used when we created them.”
Over the last few days, I have repeatedly heard the word clarity—clarity of thought, clarity of emotion, and clarity within the energy of the body.
It seems that my journey into Peace and Stillness has opened the way for greater clarity to arise. It is the clarity of Stillness and Oneness that emerges from within when I allow myself to flow from Love.
As I sat within the stillness, I was shown an image of the Cosmic Egg, an ancient symbol representing the womb of Creation from which all life emerges. As I watched, the image transformed into the energetic field surrounding my body—a golden-white egg flowing outward from my heart.
I saw it open in what I understood to be Divine Timing, when the resonance around me aligned with the resonance flowing from within my heart.
A beautiful woman appeared. I felt that she represented my Presence.
She said:
“What is yours can never be taken from you.
“It may be altered by your thoughts, energies, and actions, but it remains yours.
“You create it as you align with the Oneness.
“There is no need for the ego or the Protector to push or rush the timing.
“Allow the flow, or you may alter the manifestation from the perfection it offers.”
She disappeared, and I saw a butterfly attempting to emerge from its cocoon.
A person observing the butterfly felt compassion for its struggle. Wanting to help, they used their fingers to widen the opening of the cocoon. Yet when the butterfly emerged, its wings remained cramped and undeveloped. It was unable to fly.
What the person did not understand was that the butterfly’s struggle to emerge was necessary. The effort of moving through the narrow opening strengthened its wings and prepared them for flight.
I had heard this story before, but now I was being shown a deeper meaning.
When I witness another person moving through a difficult experience, my rational mind and ego cannot always understand the lesson their life may be offering them. If I interfere without being asked, I may not only take away part of that lesson; I may also take away their opportunity to choose how they will respond. It is often through making that choice that they discover their own strength.
Helping another might temporarily make my ego feel important or needed. I may even expect gratitude, whether I recognize that expectation or not. Yet my help could unintentionally create obligation, interfere with another person’s freedom, or impose the outcome I believe is best.
I was then shown a young person who saw a butterfly resting upon a flower. Fascinated by its beauty, they grasped it between their fingers. They did not intend to cause harm, but they did not understand how delicate the butterfly was. Its legs and wings were damaged, leaving it unable to fly or gather the nectar it needed to survive.
The same beautiful woman appeared and said:
“It is through the heart aligned with Oneness that one begins to see clearly—not from the limited perspective formed by the outer world, but from the Infinite Perspective.”
This does not mean we should never help another. It means we must become still enough to discern the difference between compassionate assistance and interference.
Are we responding from Love and inner guidance, or from discomfort because we cannot bear to witness another person’s struggle?
Are we supporting their sovereignty, or attempting to control their path?
As I shared yesterday, my husband and I have both noticed a shift in our perspective concerning the chaos in the world.
I can now look at much of the chaos from a place of Peace.
When I witness what I perceive to be injustice, I no longer allow the stress of it to immediately pull me from my center. I remember that I am viewing the situation through my own perception. I cannot control everything occurring around me, but I can choose how I perceive it, how I respond to it, and what kind of future I desire to help create.
I ask myself, “Why?”
Why am I being shown this?
What is it awakening or revealing within me?
What am I being invited to choose?
The Being of Light appeared again and motioned for me to follow her.
We entered a small community where people worked together in gardens. Children sat outside studying in groups or playing with animals. The homes blended naturally into the surrounding environment. There were small stores, farmers’ markets, and people offering goods they had created with their own hands.
The energy was peaceful, joyful, and caring.
The Being said:
“This is what those in 3D refer to as 5D.”
I began to understand more clearly the idea of a fifth-dimensional reality—or what some might call Heaven on Earth.
It was not that this particular community represented a mandated vision of what 5D must look like for everyone. It was showing me what I personally desired the future I wished to experience to feel like.
As I align more clearly with my Presence, my resonant energy rises. The Universe responds to the resonance I embody. That resonance will draw me toward—and draw toward me—the people, places, experiences, and possibilities that reflect the highest life I am presently able to imagine and receive.
As more people embody a similar resonance of Peace, we will naturally be drawn together.
I can now look upon the chaos and say:
“That may be your choice, but it is not mine.”
I do not need to condemn the choices of others, nor do I need to participate in them.
Neither do I need to hold tightly to one specific image of the future, including the community I was shown. Instead, I can hold the essence of what I desire: a peaceful, safe, joyful, and environmentally balanced world founded upon compassion and caring.
I can allow its timing and form to unfold as I become ready to receive it and as the Universe brings the necessary resonances into alignment.
I can govern my own energy and resonance. I cannot govern the resonance of another, nor would I wish to do so.
I understand now why Peace is so important. Love, Peace, and Grace form the foundation of the reality I wish to experience.
The more deeply I feel these qualities within my heart and embody them in my life, the more they expand into the environment around me and flow outward through the Hope Corridor. As I move within these energies, my physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual bodies come into greater alignment.
As I resonate more strongly with this higher way of being, the chaos of the outer world loses its power to pull me away from my center.
This transformation does not require someone to arrive and take me somewhere else. It does not depend upon escaping the world, suddenly jumping timelines, or the world being destroyed.
It unfolds through resonance with Oneness.
A final energy emerged for me within this journey of embodiment: forgiveness.
Forgiveness is not only about forgiving others for what we believe they have done to us, to those we love, or to the world. That part has become easier for me because I no longer choose to live in the past or carry it endlessly into the present and future.
For me, forgiveness is now about forgiving myself for choices, words, and actions that were not always perfect, pure, or aligned.
It means releasing the guilt I have carried concerning my life and my choices.
It means removing the shackles I placed upon myself and embracing the beauty and power of my own integrity, honor, and sovereignty. It means reclaiming my inner authority rather than continuing to live by the rules, goals, and visions of others merely to avoid punishment, rejection, ostracism, or even death.
Some of these wounds feel as though they have been carried from other timelines. Others may have traveled through my ancestral line. Whatever their origin, I no longer need to allow them to govern my life.
The manipulations of systems rooted in chaos now seem outdated to me. I can see them more clearly without giving them authority over my inner world.
I no longer feel guilty for establishing compassionate boundaries.
I do not set boundaries to reject another. I set them to love and heal myself so that, when it is appropriate, I have more wisdom, compassion, and strength to share.
Then it is not my ego attempting to change another. It is the natural flow of Light, Love, and Grace moving through me, perhaps touching something within them that is ready to awaken.
Giving and receiving are also part of this balance.
I have often found it easier to give than to receive. Receiving can make me uncomfortable. I now understand that this pattern is connected to the Protector energy I once needed and learned to embody.
When I continually gave but refused to receive, I was unconsciously telling myself:
“I am not worthy of receiving.”
In doing so, I restricted the natural flow of the Universe.
Refusing to receive may also take something away from the person who desires to give. It denies them the meaningful experience of offering their love, energy, assistance, or appreciation.
Giving and receiving are not opposites. They are two movements within the same sacred flow. Balance and harmony arise as the energy moves freely in both directions.
I was guided to raise my arms with my palms facing the sky and say:
“I AM open to receiving the gifts of the Universe.
“I release false ego.
“I AM open to receive with joy.”
I then brought my palms to my heart and solar plexus and said:
“I receive the energy of the Earth and the bounty of the Universe in balance and harmony.
“I open myself to greater wisdom and Infinite Abundance within my life.”
Today, I ask myself:
Where do I need to forgive myself?
Do I truly believe I am worthy of receiving?
Where do I need to establish compassionate boundaries?
What continues to pull me away from my center of Peace?
Perhaps these questions will also help you look more gently and clearly upon your own journey and experiences.
We are not being asked to force the future into existence.
We are being invited to become resonant with the future we wish to experience.
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.
I appreciate all of the people who read my blog, and today I especially want to thank and recognize those who identify with the masculine gender. Because I write from my own experience as a woman, my stories naturally come through that perspective. Yet I hope, and truly feel, that the heart of what I share can be appreciated and understood by all.
Recently I have been writing about the energies of the Divine Feminine, because the qualities these energies bring into creation are so deeply needed at this time. Compassion, receptivity, nurturing, intuition, and heart-centered wisdom help balance the dominant and controlling energies that have shaped life on Earth for many millennia.
This is not about replacing one imbalance with another. Each of us carries both masculine and feminine qualities within us, and each of these energies can be expressed in a fallen or a divine way. What we place our attention upon, nourish, and choose to embody is what begins to manifest in our lives and direct our experience.
I was fortunate growing up to have many adult male family members who represented the qualities of the Divine Masculine. Because of this, I felt comfortable with masculine energy from an early age. Many of the guides with whom I connected inwardly were also masculine, and I found it natural to communicate and work with men.
I realize now that part of this helped me embody qualities I needed: strength, courage, intent, focus, and forward movement. These qualities are present within the feminine as well, but often they are expressed through a more nurturing and receptive current. At times, I leaned so strongly into forward movement that I would act on an idea before giving it enough time to be nurtured. Later, when I moved more deeply into the Divine Feminine, I found myself nurturing the idea but not always moving it forward. I had to learn balance between the two.
We all have to find that balance within ourselves.
The lack of nurturing, compassionate, caring energy has allowed much imbalance in the world. The answer is not to replace the masculine with the feminine, or the feminine with the masculine. The answer is to allow the two to come into harmony within us.
The separation of roles in everyday life is one reflection of this. My husband, Mike, and I are both fairly balanced in this way. In the beginning of our marriage, he felt a need to take care of me because that was the example of relationship he had seen from his parents. His father had always cared for his mother because of her health challenges. It was difficult for Mike at first to realize that I had grown up independent and did not need someone to take care of me. I simply needed someone to stand with me as a partner.
Once we were able to bring this into perspective, we discovered that we did not need gender-specific roles to define our life together.
Yes, he looks after the cars because he loves cars, while to me they are simply a means of transportation. I cooked for the first twenty years of our marriage, and now he does most of the cooking. I would not mind if I never cooked again. It is not that I did not enjoy it then; it simply no longer holds my interest, and he loves experimenting in the kitchen.
When he was no longer able to work outside the home, he began taking care of the house while I continued working. He is limited in what he can do outside, and I love nature, so I do much of the outdoor work. He likes grocery shopping, while I would be perfectly content never entering another store again and ordering what I need online. He loves to drive, and he drives me to see all of my clients.
He is not drawn to meditation or reading spiritual books, but he is a good and spiritual person in his own way. We discuss our perspectives and do not feel the need to agree on everything happening in the world. We allow one another to be who we are, and we adjust as life changes.
I think this is one of the reasons some marriages last for many years and others struggle. The secret is learning to communicate, to allow for differences, and to keep making space for change.
To be a man in a society that expects emotional suppression, and often equates aggression with strength, can create deep blockages in the emotional body. These blockages may eventually manifest as mental, physical, or spiritual imbalance, as well as stress and illness.
Every person has areas of strength and areas of vulnerability. No one needs to be strong all the time. It is important to have a support person, a group, or even a beloved pet with whom we can connect, share our thoughts, and know that it is all right to be honest.
It is all right to be tired. It is all right not to have all the answers. It is all right to feel uncertain or scared. This does not make a person weak or less than. It simply means they are human and in need of connection and support.
This is where the Divine Feminine within us helps nurture and support the emotional body through times of change and confusion. When we feel the comfort of knowing that it is all right not to know, and all right to ask for help, then we can move in balance with the Divine Masculine within us, which says, “Now let us make a plan.”
Vulnerability is not weakness, and control and force are not strength. They are extremes we have been taught to accept as part of gender roles.
It is within the Higher Heart, in the stillness of our being, that we remember we are part of the Oneness. In that Oneness, the Divine Masculine and Divine Feminine operate in balance and harmony to create. From this peace and stillness, we remember that we are enough. We belong within this Oneness, and we always have.
All we need does not come only from the Father energy or only from the Mother energy. Just as the sperm and egg unite to create physical form, both principles are needed for creation and existence.
We are formed from the unity of both. When these energies come into balance within us, we live in greater harmony with our Presence.
As I began emerging from what I have called my in-between time, the next baby steps started revealing themselves.
I call it the in-between because I felt different.
More peaceful.
More settled.
Yet I wasn’t completely resting in that stillness, because everyday life suddenly seemed determined to throw a few curveballs my way—each one offering an opportunity to pull me back into frustration and imbalance.
As I write that, I sense someone chuckling in Spirit.
Because I just realized…
Perhaps this is the lesson.
Patience.
I have never considered myself particularly patient.
I can be patient with other people.
I can wait for someone else.
But waiting for resonance?
Waiting for revelation?
Waiting when I don’t know what comes next?
That is another matter entirely.
I have always been a seeker.
And just as I wrote those words, two owls began hooting outside.
I smiled.
It felt like another little reminder:
Stop.
Listen.
Allow.
Perhaps patience isn’t simply waiting.
Perhaps it is learning not to fill the silence before clarity has had time to arrive.
My inner protector has always wanted answers.
There is an old saying that nature abhors a vacuum.
But perhaps, in my life, it has often been my own mind that couldn’t tolerate one.
An empty space is the unknown.
And the protector doesn’t particularly like the unknown.
It wants to know what is coming.
It wants possibilities.
Plans.
Contingencies.
Something—anything—it can use to make us feel safe.
So I sought answers.
Sometimes before the answers were ready.
I remembered something that happened many years ago when I moved to North Carolina to establish a spiritual center with another woman.
We had shared a vision while visiting Mt. Shasta, and she had offered to provide the funding.
It seemed right.
So I went.
When a friend from California came to visit, he listened as I explained everything that had happened.
Then he simply said,
“What are you doing here?”
I explained the vision.
The center.
The plan.
He listened.
Then he said,
“The timing isn’t right. You moved too fast.”
He was right.
Delays began appearing.
Financial difficulties arose.
And during that same visit, another direction began revealing itself.
West.
Eventually, my path brought me back to California.
When I was younger, I had tremendous courage—and perhaps a fair amount of youthful bravado.
An idea would arrive and I would grab hold of it.
Let’s go!
As I have grown older, I have become more cautious.
I contemplate.
I consider possibilities.
I weigh what could go right…
and what could go wrong.
For a long time I told myself this was wisdom.
Some of it undoubtedly is.
But as I looked deeper, I discovered something else beneath it.
Doubt.
Somewhere along the way, I had become afraid of getting it wrong.
Perhaps my experience in North Carolina affected me more deeply than I realized.
Perhaps some part of me decided:
Next time, be absolutely certain.
And suddenly I understood why Patience was appearing beside Courage.
Patience wasn’t asking me to become passive.
It wasn’t saying:
Don’t move.
It was saying:
Wait until you can see.
Step into the stillness.
Allow the doubts to surface.
Don’t rush to fill the unknown with rational possibilities simply because uncertainty feels uncomfortable.
Wait for clarity.
Wait for resonance.
Allow timing to reveal itself.
And then…
move.
That is where Courage enters.
Not the courage of my youth that sometimes leapt before looking.
A quieter courage.
A courage that waits…
listens…
recognizes…
and then takes the step.
And somewhere between Patience and Courage, I discovered the third word.
Truth.
But what is truth?
This morning I was reminded of the old parable of the blind men and the elephant.
Each man touches a different part.
One touches the trunk and describes something like a great snake.
Another touches a leg and says the elephant resembles a tree.
Another experiences something entirely different.
Each believes he knows the truth.
And each does know a truth.
But only a portion of it.
Conflict begins when one fragment of truth is mistaken for the whole.
That made me wonder how often I do the same thing.
Something happens.
I understand one piece.
Then my rational mind quickly fills in everything I cannot yet see using past experiences, beliefs, expectations, and assumptions.
Suddenly I have a complete story.
Except…
perhaps I don’t.
Perhaps I have touched only the trunk.
Or the leg.
Perhaps higher truth requires something more.
Sometimes another perspective.
Sometimes conversation.
Sometimes another piece of information.
And sometimes…
Patience.
The willingness to remain with I don’t know yet long enough for the larger picture to reveal itself.
That brought me back once again to North Carolina.
My desire to establish that center was genuine.
The vision was genuine.
My enthusiasm was genuine.
The friendships and sense of belonging I felt there were genuine.
Those were all pieces of truth.
But they weren’t yet the whole elephant.
Something was missing.
Timing.
Eventually, my life unfolded in a different direction, and I came to understand California as where my path was leading.
Perhaps I haven’t lost the courage I had when I was younger.
Perhaps it has simply matured.
The courage is still there.
What I am learning now is how to let it walk beside Patience.
And together they wait for Truth.
Then another small mirror appeared.
Yesterday I watched a video about a young man who had moved from the Midwest to California to pursue his dream.
He mentioned that a friend from the Midwest was coming to visit, so he rearranged his work schedule, planned sightseeing, and made certain his home was clean and welcoming.
Something about that stayed with me.
I remembered growing up in the Midwest.
When someone came to visit, you made everything orderly.
You offered food.
You made them comfortable.
You did everything possible to make them feel welcome.
I still do those things.
But this morning another question appeared.
Do I do them simply because I love being hospitable?
Or is there also a little voice somewhere inside saying:
Make sure everything looks good so no one judges you.
I laughed.
Apparently we were digging deeper again.
What is my truth?
Perhaps both things can be true.
I genuinely love welcoming people.
And perhaps some old conditioning still occasionally wants the house to look impeccable rather than comfortably lived in.
I don’t have to judge either one.
I simply need to see it.
And perhaps that is what this new stage of embodiment is becoming for me.
Not another enormous initiation.
Not another dramatic revelation.
Baby steps.
Noticing.
Waiting.
Listening.
Allowing the pieces to arrive without immediately constructing a story to fill the spaces between them.
Patience creates the space.
Truth reveals what is there.
Courage takes the step when the time arrives.
And perhaps Divine Timing is not something I need to chase at all.
Perhaps my task is simply to become quiet enough to recognize it when it knocks…
and ready enough to open the door like a hostess welcoming an expected guest.
However, the Lion’s Gate is part of the Sirius Rising window, which moves from July 28 through August 12. Since this window is closing, I felt called to share the ceremony I was guided to do this morning.
I want to begin with a brief understanding of the Lion’s Gate. It is honored each year on August 8 and comes within what is often called Sirius Rising. In the ancient Egyptian cycle, Sirius rising in the sky was connected with the flooding of the Nile, bringing the waters needed for the land and crops to flourish. For me, this speaks not only of abundance, but also of the number eight: as above, so below.
The Lion’s Gate also connects, for me, with the White Lions of Lyra and Sirius. When their homes in Lyra were destroyed, the Beings within the Sirius system welcomed them. They brought with them the wisdom, courage, and purity of Being that had been forged through great loss and remembrance.
The Lion’s Gate has come to symbolize the completion of the old and the beginning of the new: a time of release, renewal, and conscious creation. It also reminds me of the 999: completion, transition, and the opening of a new cycle.
Today I felt guided to take a crystal and sit quietly with it in my hands.
You can do this without a crystal. I simply like to place my intention within one so it may become part of what I am desiring to create.
As I sat with the crystal, I began to breathe.
First, I heard to ask myself:
What am I ready to leave behind?
For me, the answers were:
My anger at authority.
My need to protect and serve others at the expense of myself.
My feelings of abandonment and unworthiness.
Then I paused, taking a few clearing breaths and releasing.
Next, I heard that instead of only asking for what I want, I should ask:
Who must I become to meet the life I am asking for?
For me, this meant:
Greater trust and allowing.
Moving with the flow so I may act instead of react.
Listening with the Grace of Compassion while remaining within my truth.
Knowing that my own love, care, and well-being are as important as that of others, and setting boundaries so I have the energy to create.
Spending more time in quiet stillness and alignment.
I then chose one intention to place within my crystal. It is better to begin with one clear intention than to scatter my energy in too many directions.
If you are not using a crystal, simply state your one intention.
See it.
Feel it.
Experience it as though it has already begun.
Then I heard to state:
“I give my energy to what I choose to create.
I welcome the highest expression of this intention, for my benefit and for the greater good of all.”
I paused for a few breaths to feel this within me.
Then I asked:
What action can I take today to bring this into focus?
This is the balance of the Feminine flow of compassion and receptivity with the Masculine action of direction and intent.
So be it, and it is so.
I keep a crystal into which I have placed an intention on my altar as a reminder and amplifier. I use it in meditation and in relationship to the actions I feel guided to take.
This window is closing, but what was opened within us does not disappear. It becom
This has been an interesting journey. I am deeply thankful both to have experienced it and to have received help in understanding what the experience was revealing.
The unknown can be a frightening place to enter. The mind wants to protect us, and the body responds to that fear. It takes a conscious choice to move through the moment of fear and discover what the unknown may hold.
Along the way, I noticed that the trilogy was not the only expression of three appearing within this journey. On both occasions when I spoke with Isis, she offered three thoughts for me to ponder. The initiation itself brought three aspects of me into conscious Unity.
The pieces began to align. As we embody our Presence, we become a living trinity. The child born of the Divine Feminine and Divine Masculine energies of Creation steps into its birthright.
333
The first number upon the card: three aspects becoming One.
The throne and the initiation concerned the meeting of the Presence of my Being with my human self—the unification expressed through the number eight: as above, so below.
That which had appeared to be at odds or in opposition had to be brought into Balance and Harmony. The infinity loop became the embodiment of opposites held within one continuous flow: ∞
I see it as the above and below joining at the center, then reaching outward into the world.
When did this begin? On my seventy-first birthday—an eight.
888
The second number upon the card: Presence embodied—as above, so below.
So where do I go from here?
I am completing one period of my life. I release what served me and shaped my focus for so many years, and I open the door to embrace a new beginning.
I heard Isis invite me to embrace this time of freedom from old structures.
This can be a season of wisdom, whether we are women or men. We have seen much and lived much. We can meet life with the patience and peace to witness what is unfolding and allow what is needed to arrive in Divine timing.
This journey of Digging Deeper revealed what had been standing in the way. It also revealed the meaning of the hand I kept placing upon my chest: the invitation to pause, listen within, and ask who was leading.
Although this is my personal story, I believe the invitation within it belongs to all of us.. I believe we have all traveled through many lifetimes and timelines. We each have loving Beings ready to respond when we call, yet we must also be willing to open the door and take our place upon the throne.
For me, this time, it was Isis. She embodies the archetype of the Divine Feminine—an energy deeply needed in the world today.
I spent the first half of my life closely connected with Divine Masculine archetypes. I now realize that I looked to them because I believed they were the ones who could keep me safe and help transform the injustices arising from the lower expressions of duality.
Within each of us, the masculine and feminine aspects of duality may struggle. The Divine Feminine is not returning to take control of the world. She comes to soften the heart so that we may receive the Unity of the Divine Masculine and Divine Feminine within ourselves, bringing greater Balance and Harmony into the world.
Power struggles and control have come through both women and men, although women have historically been more suppressed. At one point in this journey, I sought forgiveness from the Father aspect of the Creator because I had felt abandoned here.
I did not know what I had done wrong—or whether I simply had not done enough. I carried a memory that those in authority would not listen when I tried to warn them about their actions. Everything fell apart, and I was trapped. It felt as though an aspect of me had remained enclosed within a bubble of time, holding a focus to which I had once agreed but did not remember until this year.
That experience imprinted anger toward authority deeply within me—as though it had entered my very DNA. Digging Deeper finally carried the healing to the cellular level. I no longer need the Protector to lead. The Protector is honored and can now walk beside me as we move forward together in peace.
My perspective on world events has shifted.
I also find that the need to do has come into greater balance. Yesterday, something remained on my to-do list. In the past, I would have pushed myself to complete it regardless of how I felt.
This time, I placed it where I could see it and blessed it to be completed from a place of peace rather than demand. Instead, I followed the inspiration to write. I also sat quietly on the porch with the kitties and my husband, simply enjoying the day.
New ideas began to flow, but I am taking baby steps.
You see, there is all the time in the world—but not a moment to waste.
I no longer hear my mother’s voice saying, “If you cannot find something to do, just ask, and I will show you what to do.”
I understand Isis—as I understand any guide, teacher, or guardian angel—to be an expression of consciousness offering a path and perspective they know well when we ask. Yet I had to ask, and I also had to give my conscious consent to bring the Presence of my Being and my human mind into Unity.
My mind is quieter now. The urgency is gone.
I will meet each moment and each event in the now.
999
Completion and new beginnings: the former cycle released, the new left open.
The oracle card has now revealed itself.
I am at Peace.
I am open to what comes next, but I have no need to seek it out.
Part 6 – The Mystic Rising and the Divine Feminine Flowing
I hardly know what to share next.
The one who had been standing outside the temple had finally unlocked the door.
Turned the handle.
Entered.
And then…
chosen to sit upon the throne.
Well…
perhaps chosen is not quite the right word.
Isis gave me a little nudge.
Not a forceful one.
It reminded me of gently encouraging a small child who hesitates at the doorway on the first day of school.
The child doesn’t know what waits on the other side.
There are questions.
Possibilities.
Perhaps even a little fear.
But they trust the person standing behind them enough to take that first step.
That was Isis.
And that was me.
Now I had taken my seat upon the throne.
I sat quietly for a moment, trying to absorb everything that had happened.
Then Isis said something that made me smile.
“The only thing that had been holding you back…”
“…was your own hand upon your own chest.”
There it was.
No locked temple.
No guardian refusing me entrance.
No initiation I still needed to complete.
No one telling me I wasn’t ready.
Only me.
So naturally, my next thought was:
Now what?
I don’t know about you, but whenever I begin something new—a project, a trip, a hike, even a new direction in life—my mind immediately wants a little information.
Where are we going?
What should I bring?
Which road should I take?
Where are the best views?
What am I supposed to do when I get there?
Perhaps that doesn’t sound very much like going with the flow.
But it is part of my process.
So I asked.
Isis smiled and gave me three things to contemplate.
Speak with full authority.
Create from the overflow, not the wound.
Stop asking and start declaring.
I sat with the first statement.
What did it mean to speak with full authority?
I had spent the previous days examining my relationship with authority—especially the misuse of authority through earthly systems, institutions, religions, and individuals.
Now Isis was showing me another side of it.
Authority did not have to mean authority over another.
It could mean being fully present within myself.
Recognizing my own sovereignty.
Standing within what I know and allowing myself to speak from there.
I have long experienced myself as a channel for energy and wisdom, connecting through my Higher Self Presence with Oneness and with what I understand as Beings and energies of higher dimensions.
Suddenly I understood more deeply what Isis had meant when she described the throne as the seat of a transducer.
A transducer receives one form of energy and translates it into another form that can be received and used.
That image made sense to me.
When I connect with the energies of the grids or with a presence such as Isis, I experience myself receiving a particular expression of Oneness and allowing it to move through my own Being into the Earth.
And perhaps the same is true whenever any of us touches another person’s life.
Something moves through each of us that is uniquely ours.
Another person may receive what resonates…
and leave the rest.
No authority over them is required.
Only the willingness to stand fully within ourselves.
Once again, I found myself remembering the revelations about anger and authority from the previous days.
During my grounding work, much of my focus had been upon reclaiming sovereignty from external systems and authority.
Now another layer was appearing.
Perhaps sovereignty was not only about what I was releasing myself from.
Perhaps it was also about what I was finally willing to stand within.
Then Isis returned to her second statement.
Create from the overflow, not the wound.
For much of my life, my seeking had begun with questions.
Why do I feel this way?
What needs healing?
What must I understand?
What still needs clearing?
There is nothing wrong with that.
Sometimes seeking is exactly where the journey begins.
But Isis was asking me to recognize when the cup had become full enough that I no longer needed to create from hunger.
I could create from nourishment.
Not because every wound had disappeared.
Not because I had become perfect.
But because the wound no longer needed to hold the pen.
That stopped me.
The wound no longer needed to hold the pen.
I could write because something within me was overflowing.
I could share because there was something to share.
I could love without believing love required me to empty myself.
Perhaps that was the difference between seeking medicine…
and becoming nourishment.
Then came the third statement.
Stop asking and start declaring.
This one challenged me.
For years, much of my spiritual language had been the language of asking.
Seeking.
Petitioning.
Waiting.
Isis spoke again.
“You have asked long enough.”
“Now learn to speak from what you know.”
I began to understand that declaring did not mean demanding that life obey me.
It did not mean controlling another person’s choices.
And it certainly did not mean that every desire I spoke would magically appear.
It meant something quieter…
and perhaps more difficult.
It meant no longer whispering my own truth as though I needed permission to speak it.
Instead of asking,
Am I worthy?
I could say,
I AM worthy.
Instead of asking,
Am I ready?
I AM ready.
Instead of wondering whether I belonged…
I belong.
Instead of waiting for someone to tell me I could enter…
I AM HERE.
I sat quietly and allowed those words to settle.
Something fundamental was shifting within me.
The trilogy of authority I had been moving through was no longer simply showing me what needed to be released.
It was revealing what could take its place.
Sovereignty.
Presence.
Inner authority.
But Isis wasn’t finished.
There was something else she wanted me to understand.
She looked at me and said,
“I was present at your birth.”
I became very still.
She continued.
“I have walked beside you throughout this lifetime, just as you experience yourself as having walked with me through other lifetimes and timelines.”
“In those experiences, you learned what you understand as the wisdom of the Divine Feminine and the mysteries of magic.”
“You remember yourself taking initiations.”
“Standing as High Priestess within my temple in Egypt.”
“Singing songs and tones intended to awaken something within those who heard them.”
“You chose to explore those mysteries again in this lifetime.”
“That is why you experience me as having been beside you.”
“Guiding.”
“Waiting.”
“Until you were ready to remember.”
Then she smiled.
“It has been a long journey…”
“…and a long wait.”
I laughed.
I knew exactly what she meant.
Earlier she had told me I had been ready for more than fifty years.
And still…
she had needed to nudge me toward the throne.
Then her expression softened.
“The veil between us has been there for a long time.”
“Now it is gone.”
And suddenly I understood.
This was the Mystic Rising.
Not because I had acquired some new mystical ability.
Not because someone had initiated me into something I had not possessed before.
The Mystic rose when I finally chose to take my place within my own Presence.
And when I did…
something else became possible.
The energy could move.
Heaven toward Earth.
Spirit through form.
Wisdom into expression.
Love into action.
Creation into life.
This was the Divine Feminine Flowing.
Isis continued.
She spoke of the need, in this time, for what she described as Divine Feminine energy to help bring greater balance to expressions of authority shaped by separation and domination.
Not feminine instead of masculine.
Not one replacing the other.
Balance.
An authority rooted not only in strength…
but in the heart.
A strength that does not need to dominate in order to know itself.
A love that does not need to sacrifice itself in order to prove that it cares.
A mind no longer convinced that everyone else must be feared.
I felt another one of those familiar aha moments beginning.
And somewhere inside I knew…
there was more.
Isis smiled.
We embraced.
Then, as she prepared to leave, she handed me a card.
On it were three numbers, written vertically:
333
888
999
I stared at them.
I didn’t know what they meant.
Not yet.
But after everything that had happened…
I had learned something.
Sometimes you don’t need to understand the next piece immediately.
Oracle of Divine Grace 