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Coming Home to My Name

This morning I found myself contemplating something that, on the surface, seemed quite simple.

What name should I use for my writing?

Throughout my spiritual journey, I have received and worked with sacred names. Each has carried meaning for me and has helped me recognize another aspect of myself.

One of those names is Quinara, which I understand as Presence.

Another is Sha’Na’El’-Ka’Zira, a name connected to another depth of my spiritual remembering.

Mareya Shimayah Elohim is part of merging the Presence and Form.

These names have been meaningful companions upon my journey. They have helped me explore consciousness, identity, my connection with the Beings of Light, and what I understand as the greater nature of Being.

Yet this morning, as I opened in contemplation with the energy of Isis, another question arose:

What about Becky?

Becky Prante.

The ordinary human name I have carried through this lifetime.

And suddenly I understood something about embodiment that I had perhaps been making much more complicated than it needed to be.

Do Not Abandon the Woman Who Carried You Here

Becky is the woman who actually walked this path.

She lived the experiences.

She raised the questions.

She doubted.

She wondered.

She laughed and cried.

She went to work and handled the ordinary responsibilities of life while somewhere within her the mystic continued whispering.

She walked through forests and felt Merlin.

She entered inner temples and encountered Isis.

She experienced dreams, synchronicities, visions and moments she could not explain.

She followed the breadcrumbs.

She got lost sometimes.

She found the trail again.

And through all of it, she was Becky.

Why, then, would I arrive at the place of embodiment only to leave her standing outside the temple?

That realization touched me deeply.

But there was another realization waiting beneath it.

Why I Hid the Mystic

There was a time when it did not feel safe to let others see this part of me.

When I was younger and spoke about some of my experiences and perceptions, people did not always understand. Sometimes I was laughed at. Sometimes I was talked about as strange.

And so I learned something many of us learn in one form or another:

Hide the parts of yourself that other people might not accept.

The mystical part of me did not disappear.

She simply moved into the shadows.

I continued living my ordinary life while protecting experiences that were deeply meaningful to me from the judgment of those who might ridicule or misunderstand them.

Looking back now, I can see another dimension to the sacred names that eventually came into my life.

They gave the mystic somewhere to live.

As names appeared that connected me more deeply with the Beings of Light and with my own Presence, I felt freer to explore those relationships.

Quinara could enter places Becky had learned to approach cautiously.

Sha’Na’El’-Ka’Zira could speak a language the everyday Becky had once been afraid to speak aloud.

Those names helped strengthen my connection with the sacred while, in a very human way, keeping Becky safe.

I honor them for that.

I honor the woman who found a way to continue exploring the mystery without exposing a tender part of herself before she was ready.

But something has changed.

I No Longer Need to Hide

This may be one of the most important realizations of my journey into embodiment:

I no longer need to hide who I am.

You may understand my experiences.

You may not.

You may find resonance in the way I perceive life, consciousness and the unseen.

You may think I am strange.

And, finally, I can say:

That is okay.

If you think I am weird, then perhaps that is simply who I am within your perception of me.

It does not change who I am.

If you love what I share, wonderful.

If you don’t, that is okay too.

Neither response determines my truth or my worth.

I do not need another person’s acceptance in order to give myself permission to exist openly.

And I do not need to convince anyone that my experiences mean what they mean to me.

That is freedom.

The Temple Does Not Require Me to Leave My Human Name at the Door

For much of our spiritual journey, we may look toward something greater than ourselves.

Our Higher Self.

Our Presence.

The Divine Feminine or Divine Masculine.

Angels, masters, guides or whatever language speaks to our own understanding of the sacred.

We reach upward.

We expand.

We remember.

But perhaps eventually the journey changes direction.

Instead of continually reaching toward the Divine, we begin allowing what we have discovered to live through the human being who is already here.

Perhaps that is embodiment.

Can Becky enter the temple?

Can Becky hold the staff?

Can Becky walk with Merlin through the forest?

Can Becky sit with Isis?

Can Becky dance and laugh with St. Germain?

Can Becky experience the extraordinary while remaining completely, wonderfully human?

Yes.

And perhaps the greater question for me has become:

Can Becky tell you about it without first wondering what you will think of her?

Yes.

That may be one of the Gateways I have finally walked through.

The Mystic Does Not Need to Replace the Woman

Recently I realized that something had gone missing from my writing.

Magic.

In trying to make my work clear and understandable to a wider audience, I had gradually polished away some of the very thing that made it mine.

The mystic disappeared.

The storyteller became a teacher.

The wonder became explanation.

And eventually I stopped wanting to write.

Now I understand why.

In trying to make my writing acceptable, I had unknowingly begun hiding again.

It was the old protection wearing new clothes.

Once I hid the mystical because I feared being laughed at.

Later I softened it because I wanted my writing to be acceptable to more people.

Different circumstances.

Same hiding.

And I am finished hiding.

I don’t need to choose between Becky and Quinara.

I don’t need to choose between the ordinary woman and the mystic.

I don’t need to make the mystical ordinary enough to be acceptable, nor make the human being extraordinary enough to appear spiritual.

They belong together.

Quinara can be part of Becky’s story.

Sha’Na’El’-Ka’Zira can be part of Becky’s story.

Merlin, Isis, St. Germain, the temples, the forests, the dreams, the laughter, the questions and the mysteries can all be part of Becky’s story.

And I don’t have to tell another person what any of those experiences must mean to them.

I can simply say:

This is what happened to me.

This is what I experienced.

This is what it caused me to see.

Then you are free to discover what, if anything, it awakens within you.

Perhaps This Is the Bridge

I recently saw the book I am writing in a new way.

I had originally thought of it as something like a guidebook for a national park—a guide through the Gateways of consciousness, embodiment and sovereignty.

Then the image changed.

I saw myself walking the trail with others.

We climbed a mountain along switchbacks.

Sometimes we stopped at beautiful overlooks.

Sometimes we sat at a switchback and reflected upon how far we had traveled.

And at night we gathered around a fire and told stories.

That is when I understood.

I don’t want to stand at the bottom of the mountain handing people a map.

I want to walk with them.

I want to say:

Come with me.

There is something beautiful around this bend.

There is a story I want to tell you beside the fire tonight.

I will tell you about the forests.

I will tell you about the temples.

I will tell you about Merlin and Isis and St. Germain.

I will tell you about the inexplicable moments and the very ordinary ones.

I will tell you when I stumbled.

I will tell you when I laughed.

I will tell you when I wasn’t sure what any of it meant.

And perhaps somewhere within my story, you will remember one of your own.

You do not have to believe my story in the same way I understand it in order to sit beside the fire with me.

You are free to listen through the language of your own heart.

Coming Home

So I think I know the name that will appear on my writing.

Becky Prante.

Not because the sacred names have become less meaningful.

Quite the opposite.

They helped me bring something precious out of hiding.

They gave me room to discover it, strengthen it and learn to trust it.

And now perhaps their work has brought me full circle.

I no longer need them to separate the mystical part of myself from the woman living this human life.

The mystic does not have to replace Becky.

She can come home to Becky.

And Becky does not need to hide her anymore.

Perhaps this is one of the simplest understandings of embodiment I have encountered:

We do not become Divine by leaving our humanity behind.

We allow what we understand as Divine to move through the human form already here.

We bring the hidden pieces home.

We stop dividing ourselves according to what the world might accept.

The feet remain upon the Earth.

The heart remains open to the mystery.

And the storyteller walks between them.

My name is Becky Prante.

Some of you may think I am a little strange.

That’s okay.

Some of you may recognize something of yourselves in my stories.

Welcome. Come sit beside me.

I have walked some very interesting trails.

And I am no longer afraid to tell you the stories.

You see the journey never ends, it simply continues to unfold. 

These are my stories.

This is my magic. 

This is me.

Come let us continue to walk together if you wish. 

There are many stories yet to be shared around the fire of our Being.

Just listen with the through the language of your heart.

For me I no longer need to separate the mystical me and the woman who lived the life.

For as in this we become One,

I Am Becky Prante

Diana, the Queen of Hearts

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.

A TALE OF TWO BROTHERS

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 AM Mareya Shimayah Elohim

Reflection on My Path

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.

Thank you for reading.

I AM Mareya Shimayah Elohim

WHO AM I?

I am your sister in the family of Oneness.

I am a spark of Creation.

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…

and remember:

I AM HERE.

— Mareya Shimayah Elohim

RESONANT PERCEPTION

Woman in glowing sphere overlooking a flower-filled village valley
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.

I AM Mareya Shimayah Elohim

Grounding and Expanding

Tree and sign reading “RISE WITH THE SUN” beside a sunrise lake
A weathered sign reading “RISE WITH THE SUN” stands beside a lakeside tree at sunrise.

Resonance Is the Key

As I have been spending more time experiencing Peace as the baseline, life has apparently decided to give me plenty of opportunities to practice it.

First there were the kitties.

Then the cars.

Then clients began having unexpected problems and emergencies.

One thing seemed to arrive immediately after another until even my husband finally looked at me and asked:

“WHAT IS HAPPENING?”

I had to smile because the answer came almost immediately.

Nothing needed to be solved all at once.

We simply needed to meet each situation as it arrived.

One thing.

One moment.

One response.

Then the next.

Instead of allowing everything to become one enormous problem, each event could be met individually with as much Grace and Peace as we could bring to that moment.

Perhaps this too is part of learning to live with Peace as the baseline.

Peace does not necessarily mean that life becomes peaceful around us.

It means we learn to remain centered while life continues being life.

Tending the Garden

At the same time, I had been feeling somewhat scattered.

Disconnected?

Distracted?

I wasn’t quite sure what it was.

When I awakened this morning, however, I felt strongly that I needed to ground, align, and reconnect with the energetic work that has long been part of my spiritual practice.

I realized that I had not been regularly checking in with what I call the Hope Corridor, the nodes, grids, and ley lines with which I feel connected.

So I became quiet.

I grounded.

I established the energetic practices I use around myself and my home node.

Almost immediately I felt a deeper connection and Peace return to my Being.

And I heard:

You needed to tend your garden.

I understood.

For me, tending the garden includes tending my own inner landscape, but it also includes the spiritual relationship I experience with the Earth.

Others may understand this differently, and that is perfectly all right.

The deeper principle is universal.

We must tend what has been entrusted to us.

A garden left unattended eventually becomes overgrown.

So can our inner world.

So can our spiritual practices.

So can the relationships and purposes that matter deeply to us.

Sometimes feeling scattered does not mean something is terribly wrong.

Sometimes we simply need to return to the garden.

And Then Came Rapa Nui

Something interesting often happens after I become quiet and reconnect.

Rather than deliberately searching for something, something seems to find me.

That happened again today.

After my morning practice, I began my ordinary day and was unexpectedly drawn to a video about Easter Island—Rapa Nui.

I have felt a strong connection with this island for decades without completely understanding why.

The video explored an unconventional interpretation of the great statues of Rapa Nui. Using information gathered from existing research and examining it with AI, the creator proposed that aspects of the statues—their locations, heights, orientations, and even some of their features—might have carried information connected with Polynesian navigation, community, ceremony, and relationships across the Pacific.

It also offered interpretations of the roads, stones, and ceremonial practices surrounding the statues that differed from some of the explanations I had encountered previously.

I cannot tell you whether these theories will ultimately prove archaeologically correct.

That was not what mattered most to me.

Something underneath the information caught my attention.

One word kept arising:

RESONANCE.

Suddenly I understood why the video had appeared after my morning experience.

Whether or not every theory presented proves historically accurate, it awakened something important within me.

People connected through resonance.

Places connected through resonance.

Sound connected through resonance.

Community connected through resonance.

And perhaps remembrance does too.

Resonance Is the Key

I began thinking about how often resonance has guided my own life.

For many years I sought answers.

I searched.

I studied.

I questioned.

I followed one thread and then another.

And seeking served me well.

Seeking brought remembrance.

Remembrance brought alignment.

Alignment brought embodiment.

And embodiment has gradually brought me to the realization that I no longer need to seek in the way I once did.

That doesn’t mean I stop learning.

It means I have stopped believing that I must chase the next revelation.

There is a difference.

I am learning to become still enough to recognize what resonates when it arrives.

The next book.

The next conversation.

The next memory.

The next person.

The next experience.

The next unexpected video.

Whatever is needed seems to appear when I am quiet enough to notice it.

Perhaps it always did.

The difference is that now I am consciously participating.

From Seeking to Allowing

Why has this changed?

I think because there is more Peace in my life.

And with Peace has come patience.

I don’t feel the same urgency to force understanding.

I can witness.

I can wait.

I can allow.

And when something resonates deeply, I can explore it without immediately needing to control where it leads.

That may be one of the greatest changes occurring within me.

For much of my journey I went searching for the Light.

Now I am discovering that when I remain grounded in Presence, what I need often finds its way to me.

This is not passivity.

It is participation without control.

I still choose.

I still act.

I still discern.

But I no longer need to pull the flower open to see what is inside.

I can tend the garden…

and allow it to bloom.

Perhaps this is another meaning of Peace as the baseline.

Life will continue presenting challenges.

Some will reveal places within me that still need polishing.

Some will ask me to act.

Some will ask me to wait.

Some will simply ask me to witness.

Each becomes part of refining the rough edges until more of the diamond of Being can shine through.

And so today I return to something very simple:

Ground.

Tend the garden.

Remain in Peace.

Notice what resonates.

Allow the next step to reveal itself.

Because I am discovering that expansion does not always require reaching farther.

Sometimes…

we expand by becoming more deeply rooted.

And perhaps that is how we finally learn to be both:

Grounded upon the Earth
and open to the Infinite.

Another understanding has already begun arising from this—an old story of two brothers, and what it may reveal about ego, alignment, separation, and Presence.

But that is a story for another day.

TRUTH • PATIENCE • COURAGE

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.

Digging Deeper

Part 7 – Initiation

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.

Yet the Deeper Dive still had more to tell me.

The Deeper Dive

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.

Sometimes…

you simply notice.

And wait to see what happens next.