Tag: perceptions

Revealed Revelation

The world we experience is shaped not only by what we see, but by the consciousness through which we see it.

Revealed Revelation

I wasn’t sure what I would be writing when I began. I simply opened myself to the flow.

I have noticed this happening more and more. What begins as a simple message often unfolds into a deeper understanding of what I am personally experiencing and of the book that is slowly taking shape. Sometimes that means my scheduled posts are delayed because the writing continues in unexpected directions.

I have learned to trust those delays. They often have a purpose.

There has been much unfolding in both the physical world and the inner world. It feels as though humanity has reached a great point of choice—a moment where our focus may be more important than ever before.

For myself, I have come to realize that where I place my attention determines the quality of my experience.

When my focus rests upon peace, balance, compassion, and harmony, my life reflects those qualities. When I allow fear or conflict to become my focus, I feel myself pulled away from the Presence I have worked so long to embody.

As these thoughts arose, I was reminded of a book I read nearly forty years ago called The Revealed Translation of John’s Revelation.

One idea from that book has remained with me ever since.

It suggested that humanity has often interpreted the Book of Revelation through the lens of separation, fear, and the analytical mind, while the book itself was written as a profound spiritual allegory whose deeper wisdom is revealed only through higher consciousness.

Whether one agrees with that interpretation or not, it has become an invitation for me to look beyond appearances.

Perhaps Revelation is not primarily about predicting outer events.

Perhaps it is about revealing our own consciousness.

What came to mind that brought me back to the books was the symbolism of the number 666.

Rather than seeing it as the mark of a particular individual, the book speaks of it as symbolic of the carbon-based human body, a concept that has been looked at more commonly over the years. Carbon contains six protons, six neutrons, and six electrons. To me, this became a metaphor for our present physical experience.

As I reflected further, I became curious about the symbolism of the number eight. Oxygen carries the atomic number eight, and immediately I thought about the importance of breath.

Throughout nearly every spiritual tradition, conscious breathing accompanies prayer, meditation, healing, and inner transformation.

Breath calms the mind.

Breath carries the spoken word.

Breath brings life both in the physical birth and in spiritual manifestation.

In the Christian tradition we are told, “In the beginning was the Word.” Every word we speak rides upon the breath.

The figure eight also reminds me of the symbol of infinity—“as above, so below.”

Later, another memory returned.

Years ago I had heard that humanity transforms from the carbon-based form represented symbolically by 666 into a light body represented by 999.

That prompted me to explore this symbolism more deeply.

During that exploration I discovered several interesting correspondences that became meaningful within my own contemplative practice.

I found references connecting 999 with themes of completion, transformation, renewal, and frequencies associated by some with light-body meditation. 

Whether these are literal realities or symbolic representations is less important to me than the understanding they awakened within.

The insight that arose during meditation was beautifully simple.

Transformation begins with the breath.

As we breathe consciously, align our thoughts, open our hearts, and live from Presence, we gradually release the density held within our physical and emotional bodies.

The breath becomes the fire that awakens the light already waiting within us.

For those who enjoy working with sound, I imagine it could be meaningful to combine conscious breathing with meditative frequencies and focused chakra practice, allowing the experience to become one of inner stillness rather than striving.  The frequency of 999HZ is said to activate the light body.  It is also believed by some to connect us to the Angelic energies and Oneness.

As often happens, what began as one subject gently evolved into another.

Returning to Revelation, I found myself seeing the symbolism differently.

The battle of Armageddon no longer appeared to represent nations gathering upon a physical battlefield.

Instead, I saw it as the inner struggle each of us experiences between fear and love, separation and unity, ego and Presence.

It is the daily choice to remember who we truly are.

Certainly, others may interpret these symbols differently, and every soul has the freedom to do so.

That freedom itself is sacred.

What feels most important to me is not convincing anyone of a particular interpretation, but recognizing that we are always choosing the reality through which we experience life.

At this moment humanity appears to stand at a crossroads.

One path continues the familiar cycles of fear, conflict, division, and control.

The other invites us into greater compassion, forgiveness, embodiment, and conscious unity.

For me, this is what it means to become an IS REAL LITE  upon the Earth.

Not belonging to a particular religion.

Not escaping the world.

But allowing our Presence to illuminate the world through how we live.

Perhaps that is what it truly means to be among the “chosen.”

Not that some are selected while others are excluded.

Rather, each of us is continually choosing, through our own free will, the consciousness we wish to embody.

As I reflected upon why this entire exploration had unfolded, the answer came quietly.

Things are not always what they first appear to be.

Every event.

Every symbol.

Every sacred text.

Every challenge.

Each may reveal something entirely different depending upon the consciousness through which we are looking.

Two people may read the same passage in Revelation and receive completely different understandings because each is seeing through the lens of their own experience.

Neither needs to be wrong.

Each simply reflects where they are upon their own journey.

Perhaps this is why remaining centered in each present moment is so important.

When we maintain our inner alignment, outer events no longer pull us from our peace.

They simply become opportunities to express it.

Be a living light.

Allow that light to flow naturally through your thoughts, your words, and your actions.

Your light becomes your greatest protection.

Be mindful of where you place your focus, for your focus shapes your experience.

Choose the path that nurtures peace.

Choose the path that expands compassion.

Choose the path that allows Love to become your way of being.

When our eye of focus is singular our body can be filled with Light. 

The light permeates our cells, moving outward to transform our body into Light,like a crystalline diamond.

As our resonance rises through conscious choice, clarity, and loving focus, our Higher Self Presence is able to express itself more fully through us. It is this harmony of frequency that allows us to live within the Infinite while anchoring it gracefully into the finite world. The more light we embody and the higher our frequency resonance the more  our Higher Self Presence is able to manifest through us.

It is frequency resonance through conscious choice, clarity and focus that allows us to both live with the Infinite and anchor it into the Finite.

May your journey be filled with Grace, Light, and the quiet joy of remembering who you have always been.

I AM HERE

Perceptions, Beliefs and the Filters We Inherit

Reflections of youth in golden fields of changing times and choices.

Growing up in a small rural farming town in Indiana in the middle of the last century gave me a close view of how beliefs take root and how they shape what we see. I hope that today those growing up will have a more expanded understanding of the world, yet so often our perspectives are shaped by parents, grandparents, and community, passed quietly from one generation to the next.

My parents were more open than many around them. My father had served in the military and was a Master Mason, and both of my parents had traveled and studied beyond our little town. Still, they worked hard—my father on his small twenty-acre farm, in a factory as a foreman, and even attending college classes at night. My mother tended a large garden, canned food, cared for the home, worked full-time at the factory, and also went to college. They lived in constant motion, yet every Sunday they made time to rest by the lake. In our community, this dedication to work and family was the norm.

The people of that place were good-hearted—connected to the land, the seasons, and one another. But as technology advanced, manure gave way to fertilizer, and pesticides replaced the natural methods once used to balance life. The world was moving toward what was called progress. Nearby Amish communities held to the old ways, quietly enduring the teasing of younger generations who did not yet understand their peace.

Diversity was rare. Few families of color lived in our area, and those who came often found it difficult to be accepted. Indiana, after all, had been home to strong undercurrents of the Ku Klux Klan in earlier generations. My parents, however, never taught or practiced prejudice. They judged people only by their actions, never their appearance. They taught Sunday school, took us to church, and lived their faith through kindness.

If prejudice existed around us, it was often religious rather than racial—disagreements about belief more than hostility toward people. Most followed the political or religious path of their parents, rarely questioning it. Change of belief was considered rebellion. That pattern still echoes through the generations.

My parents allowed me to explore my own understanding of the Divine, though they made sure I attended church on Sunday. When I was a teenager, a confrontation with our minister over his judgmental attitude toward my friends and me led me to walk away from that church—and, years later, my father did the same after his own disillusioning experience. It was a lesson in finding truth for oneself rather than conforming out of fear.

During those years I also saw the struggle of migrant families whose children drifted in and out of school, following the crops. We had no language classes then, and their efforts to learn and belong moved me deeply. By high school, some Hispanic families had settled, and one of my closest friends was Hispanic. Her family welcomed me as one of their own. I also remember the single Black family who came to town; the daughter faced such resistance that they left within a year. The sorrow of that memory still lingers.

In the larger cities nearby, civil rights protests were taking place, and though outward change was beginning, inward change came much more slowly. Even in the 1970s, when I lived in Fort Wayne, there were still invisible lines dividing neighborhoods by color. It became clear that transformation of society begins within hearts, not by laws alone.

When we step beyond our comfort zones—the familiar land of our upbringing—we encounter new people and ideas. We may retreat in fear or open to the deeper work of seeing beyond appearances, politics, or belief systems to perceive the soul within each being. Every one of us carries filters shaped by our experiences, and these filters color our perceptions until we consciously lift them away.

True evolution of perception happens by choice, not by force. Change that is imposed through fear or control only deepens resistance; change that arises from awareness brings expansion. Each soul must find its own timing to release limitation and move into a greater understanding. It is not easy—especially in small communities where change comes slowly—but the call of the heart will always guide us toward truth.

The task is to speak and live our truth without judgment, without the push of a warrior’s sword, but through presence, compassion, and care. This is how we heal perception and remember our shared humanity.

May we each find the courage to see beyond the filters of habit and fear
and to recognize the light of the soul in every being we meet.

🌹 The Emerald Rose of Understanding — may its petals open in all hearts.

I Am Sha’Na’El’-Ka’Zira

I wanted to add a message to this blog that this is in no way an intent to disparage the rural farmers or small HEARTLAND communities. I love the Heartland and the people who are strong, hard working and caring people. Farmers are connected to the land and Lady Gaia in ways that people in urban settings don’t understand. They don’t ask for help unless they are desperate for that is not how they are taught. You work hard and the harvest is your reward. I simply wanted to share that we can stay in our comfort zone all of our life that is our choice. However, if it isn’t working for you and your want something different then let go and step out and trust your inner guidance, not the past beliefs that might be limiting you.