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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.

The Deeper Dive

Part 5 – Isis Revealed

Sometimes the greatest revelations arrive while we are simply living our lives.

We listen.

We notice.

We follow one question into another.

And then, suddenly, something that has been waiting quietly within us rises into awareness.

An aha.

During the past few days, as I continued digging deeper into everything that had been revealed, one phrase kept returning to me:

The Mystic Is Rising and the Divine Feminine Flows.

I had already been feeling the desire to bring more of the mystic and the magic back into my life.

For a time, I had placed much of that aside while focusing upon clearing, healing, and grounding. Those things had been important, but something within me was beginning to stir.

I was ready for more.

I didn’t want magic simply for the sake of something mystical or “woo woo.”

I longed for the magic of Creation.

The magic of Oneness.

The place where Heaven and Earth meet within us and joy becomes something that can flow through our lives into the world.

I had spent enough time grounding.

Something within me was ready to put on wings and fly.

And whenever these thoughts arose, I kept sensing Isis.

That made sense to me. I have long associated her with magic, healing, motherhood, and the Divine Feminine.

So I decided to sit quietly and see whether she wished to speak.

The moment I settled into stillness, she was there.

There was no need for me to ask a question.

It felt as though she had been waiting.

Then she spoke.

“It is time to stop preparing.”

I sat with those words for a moment.

“What do you mean?”

Her answer came immediately.

“You keep telling yourself there is something else you must clear.”

“Something else you must heal.”

“Some perfect alignment that must occur.”

“Perhaps you are waiting for a sign.”

She paused.

“Or permission.”

“Permission from someone to step forward and sit upon the throne.”

I remained silent.

“You tell others they do not need to be perfect,” she continued, “yet you continue expecting perfection from yourself.”

Then came the words I was not prepared to hear.

“You have been ready for more than fifty years.”

“I have been waiting for you to stop circling the temple…”

“…and take your place.”

I sat in silence.

I had no words.

Finally, I whispered,

“I don’t understand.”

And suddenly I was remembering something that had happened more than twenty-five years earlier.

I was standing on a cliff overlooking the ocean near San Simeon, California.

My husband and I had often gone there when we wanted to escape the congestion and intensity of Southern California. I had also visited the area many times while doing energy work with grids and ley lines.

On this particular trip, I was traveling with a friend.

The day’s work was finished, and we had gone to the cliffs simply to relax and watch the sunset over the Pacific.

There was a flat place on the clifftop that had always drawn me.

Whenever I stood there, I sensed a temple.

I could never see it clearly.

I simply knew it was there.

That evening I found myself once again standing where I sensed its doorway would have been.

My friend asked what I was experiencing.

I told him.

He suggested that I walk the perimeter of the temple and follow what I felt.

So I began walking.

Slowly.

As I moved along the boundaries, memories began to surface.

Other temples.

Other times.

Other places.

I remembered something called stretching the cord—establishing the corners and boundaries of a temple and aligning it to its proper direction and dimensions.

Then came another memory.

Sound.

I remembered singing tones that helped establish the stones and the energetic structure of the temple.

Yet there was something else within those memories.

Something painful.

No matter how many temples I remembered helping to establish…

I was always standing outside the door.

Waiting.

Never entering.

I continued walking until I had completed the perimeter and returned to the doorway.

Then something happened that I had not expected.

My friend walked into the energetic temple.

He slowly walked its inner perimeter and then moved toward the center.

He turned toward me.

And invited me inside.

I began to weep.

I had waited for that invitation for what felt like eternity.

I stepped forward slowly.

One step.

Then another.

I entered the temple.

I walked the inner perimeter just as he had done, feeling the energies and allowing the memories to move through me.

Then, without saying anything, my friend quietly left.

He allowed me to remain there alone.

Inside.

For the first time in this life, I felt something I had struggled for years to understand.

I felt the love of Source.

I felt forgiven.

Until that moment, some part of me had carried the feeling that I had been abandoned upon the Earth.

I had never really understood why.

Now, more than twenty-five years later, as I relived that moment, Isis spoke again.

“You have tended your temple for decades.”

“You have kept its energies pure.”

“You have shared wisdom.”

“You have encouraged others.”

She paused.

“But you have never taken your place upon the throne.”

Again, I was stunned.

“What do you mean?”

“You have done the work,” she said.

“Not only in this lifetime.”

“You have cleared.”

“You have served.”

“You have walked the initiations.”

“You have been ready for a very long time.”

“I have simply waited for you to remember…”

“…that you are worthy.”

“…that you belong.”

“…and that the throne within the temple of your Higher Heart is yours to occupy.”

She placed a staff into my hands.

Suddenly, I was standing before a throne.

“Listen,” she said.

In the distance, I heard the rhythm of drums…

and the delicate sound of the sistrum.

Then I felt her hand gently touch my back.

A small nudge forward.

She sensed the question before I could speak it.

“The throne represents your sovereignty.”

“Not earthly power.”

“Not authority over another.”

“It is the steady seat of your own Presence.”

“The place where you become a bridge between Heaven and Earth.”

She looked at me.

“The throne is not something you must earn.”

“It is your birthright as a flame of Creation.”

“Accept who you are.”

“Allow the wisdom and the Light to flow through you.”

I stood quietly before her.

So much emotion was moving through me that I knew I needed time before our conversation could continue.

We still had not spoken about the words that had brought me to her:

The Mystic Is Rising and the Divine Feminine Flows.

Or had we?

We bowed to one another.

Then we embraced.

And suddenly I was alone again with my thoughts.

But the questions remained.

Do I still believe I must become perfect before I am worthy?

Am I waiting for a sign that says I am ready?

Am I waiting for some perfect alignment before I allow myself to move forward?

Am I waiting for another person, teacher, guide, or authority to give me permission to connect with my own Inner Presence?

Do I stand outside my own temple waiting to be invited inside?

Do I circle it…

clean it…

tend it…

serve those who enter…

while quietly looking toward the throne and wondering whether one day I might be worthy enough to sit there?

What doubt still keeps me standing at the doorway?

As I finally sat upon the throne and allowed those questions to move through me, I knew more experiences were still to come.

But something fundamental had changed.

For so long, I had believed I was preparing to become ready.

Now I began to understand:

I had been ready.

The temple had been waiting.

The throne had been waiting.

And perhaps…

so had I.

The Deeper Dive

Part 3 – Hidden in the Depths

Sometimes we simply need to step away from our everyday routines and lose ourselves in a story.

Most of us have done it at one time or another—curling up on a rainy afternoon or a cold winter evening to watch an old favorite.

For me, the next piece of this unfolding journey came through an old movie my husband had watched years before. He suggested we watch it together, so one Saturday evening we settled in, expecting nothing more than an enjoyable film.

Instead, another layer of the veil quietly lifted.

The movie was called Goliath Awaits.

It tells the story of a luxury cruise liner torpedoed during World War II. The ship sank and disappeared beneath the ocean, lost for more than forty years.

Eventually, a research vessel discovered the wreck.

As divers approached, they heard something impossible.

Someone was tapping out an SOS from inside the ship.

Curious, they carefully cleared the thick layer of marine growth covering one of the portholes. Suddenly, the hatch swung open.

A young girl looked out in surprise…

…then quickly closed it again.

A rescue mission began.

To everyone’s astonishment, they discovered that an entire society had survived within a sealed section of the ship.

Over the decades they had built a functioning community.

There was order.

Everyone had work.

Each person contributed according to their role, and those roles had passed from one generation to the next.

At first glance, it seemed remarkable.

Yet beneath the surface another reality slowly emerged.

The society was ruled through fear.

Those who questioned authority disappeared.

Those who rebelled were eliminated.

Those who became ill or could no longer contribute were quietly removed because they were considered a burden on the community.

The outward appearance of harmony concealed an undercurrent of violence that many had learned to ignore simply to survive.

As the rescuers uncovered the truth, they also discovered something else.

The leaders had no desire to be rescued.

They wanted to preserve the world they controlled.

They warned everyone about the dangers of the surface world, convincing many that remaining below was safer than risking the unknown.

Yet the irony was heartbreaking.

The ship itself was dying.

Its power source was failing.

Time was running out.

Still, those in authority denied reality because acknowledging it would mean surrendering the control they had spent decades protecting.

When the opportunity to leave finally came, some eagerly chose freedom.

Others chose to remain.

Not because they were evil.

Not because they were foolish.

But because the familiar can sometimes feel safer than hope.

Eventually, those who wished to leave were rescued.

Those who remained stayed with the only world they had ever known.

The leaders destroyed what was left of the ship.

As the credits rolled, I found myself sitting quietly.

What surprised me most was not anger.

It was sadness.

I knew the story was fictional.

Yet it didn’t feel impossible.

In many ways, I admired what the survivors had accomplished together. Against overwhelming odds they had built a functioning community through ingenuity, cooperation, and shared purpose.

Working together, humanity is capable of extraordinary things.

We witness it after natural disasters.

During times of tragedy.

Whenever compassion rises above division.

So why does it often take catastrophe to awaken our willingness to care for one another?

Then another realization surfaced.

Just as in the dream…

Just as on the sacred mountain…

There was another hidden world beneath the surface.

Once again, appearances concealed something deeper.

And once again…

The story quietly became about me.

So I sat with the questions that arose.

What am I willing to tolerate, even when my heart knows it is not for the highest good, simply because it offers comfort, safety, or acceptance?

Do I sometimes mistake familiarity for truth?

Do I remain silent because I believe my voice cannot make a difference?

Where is the line between speaking from my Being…

…and interfering with another person’s journey?

Where is the line between helping…

…and trying to rescue?

Have I aligned deeply enough with my own Presence to recognize the difference?

Do I help another because it serves them…

…or because it comforts me?

Do I cling so tightly to what I believe is true…

…that I fail to notice the cracks opening to reveal something even greater?

Do I ever look to another for answers…

…at the cost of my own sovereignty?

Do I fear the unknown so much that I cling to the familiar…

…even when my soul is quietly inviting me into a larger world?

Those questions stayed with me.

They lingered long after the movie ended.

One question, in particular, continued echoing within me.

It eventually led me into a conversation with Isis.

For several days, one phrase had been quietly repeating itself within my thoughts.

The Mystic Is Rising.

The Divine Feminine Is Flowing.

So I finally asked what it meant.

What unfolded next became another layer of this journey.

Perhaps we will explore it together in Part 4.

The Deeper Dive

Part 2 – The Sacred Mountain

Later that day, while I was working, I noticed that one of my favorite storytellers had posted a new YouTube video. I had reached the point where my mind needed a break, so I settled in to watch, not realizing it would become another piece of the puzzle that had begun with my dream.

The story followed two young men whose friend had left home after telling his family he felt called to a sacred mountain. Concerned for his safety, his parents asked the young men to find him and bring him home.

They discovered him in a mountain region that many spiritual traditions considered holy.

At the foot of the mountain was a small village filled with shops, books, and people eager to share their beliefs. Higher up the mountain were others who had chosen a different path. They lived simply, camping among the trees, waiting patiently for a sign that would allow them to enter the mystery they believed lay hidden within the mountain.

Although the two groups lived very different lives, they shared something in common.

Both believed that something extraordinary waited within the mountain.

Both believed they had to become worthy before they could enter.

Some sought worthiness through sacrifice and poverty.

Others through teachings, books, and the outward expression of their beliefs.

Different paths…

The same longing.

When the young men finally found their friend, he refused to leave. Instead, he insisted they continue to the summit, convinced they would understand why he had come.

Reluctantly, they began the climb.

Along the way, they encountered a young woman who had become ill. As they stopped to help her, her brother appeared. Together they carried her back to safety.

After thanking them, the brother and sister quietly disappeared.

When the young men returned to camp, their friend was excited by what they described, yet he still would not leave. They had not reached the summit.

Word quickly spread through the camp and eventually reached the village below.

Soon a crowd gathered, demanding to be shown where this mysterious encounter had taken place.

The young men led them back to the location.

But when the crowd found neither the brother and sister nor the hidden entrance they had expected, disappointment quickly became anger.

Anger became fear.

Fear became violence.

Watching the scene unfold, something unsettled me.

How could people who had devoted so much of their lives to seeking the sacred become so consumed by anger when they did not receive what they expected?

My first response was to judge them.

Then, almost immediately, I realized I was looking into a mirror.

The story was no longer about them.

It had quietly become about me.

So I sat with the questions that began to arise.

Do I seek solitude because I genuinely love stillness…

…or because I am trying to escape the discomfort of seeing parts of myself reflected through others?

Do I truly witness and allow…

…or only until someone believes differently than I do?

When another person’s beliefs challenge my own…

…do I remain in peace?

Do I quietly believe I must still prove my worth?

Do I wear masks I no longer recognize?

Is there any trace of spiritual pride still hidden within me?

Am I searching outside myself for permission…

…to become the Presence I already am?

I didn’t have answers to those questions.

Not yet.

But something had begun to move within me.

The momentum that had started with the dream continued to gather strength, as though each experience was gently removing another layer of volcanic ash that had covered something waiting to be remembered.

That evening, my husband and I decided to watch an old movie called Goliath Awaits.

I had no idea that it, too, would reveal another layer.

Perhaps we will discover it together in Part 3.

When Grounding Feels Heavy: Remembering the Return of Magic

The grounded Mystic.

When Grounding Feels Heavy: Remembering the Return of Magic

There was a moment of realization that came quietly, but with clarity.

For weeks, my thoughts had felt foggy.
Inspiration had softened, and the joy of exploring, learning, and sharing had faded into something that felt more like obligation than wonder.

At first, I could not name it.

But this morning, I saw it clearly.

In my focus on embodiment, I had leaned deeply into grounding.
Into presence.
Into being here, in the body, in the earth.

And while this was necessary… something had been left behind.

The magic.

Grounding is often spoken of as the answer.
A way to stabilize, to anchor, to come fully into the present moment.

But grounding, on its own, is not the whole.

When it stands alone for too long, it can begin to feel heavy.
Dense.
Even dull.

Not because grounding is wrong…

but because it was never meant to exist without its counterpart.

There is a natural balance within us:

The Earth… and the Sky.
The Body… and the Breath of inspiration.
Presence… and Wonder.

When these move together, life feels alive.

When one is emphasized without the other, something begins to dim.

What I experienced was not a loss of inspiration.

It was an overcorrection.

A deep anchoring into the physical, without allowing the lightness of curiosity and exploration to continue flowing through it.

And so, life began to feel like something to manage… rather than something to experience.

The return was simple.

Not through effort.
Not through trying to “fix” anything.

But through allowing curiosity back in.

A small question:

What feels interesting right now?

Not productive.
Not necessary.
Simply… interesting.

In that moment, something shifted.

The breath softened.
The mind opened.
And a quiet sense of aliveness began to return.

Not dramatically.

But gently… naturally.

I began to understand:

Magic is not separate from grounding.

It is what moves through it.

It is the light that gives presence its warmth.
The curiosity that gives embodiment its joy.

We are not meant to live only in stillness.

We are meant to be participants in life.

To explore.
To feel.
To follow what calls to us, even in the smallest ways.

Now, I return to a simple rhythm:

I ground into the moment…
and I allow curiosity to guide me within it.

I anchor…
and I explore.

I am present…
and I remain open.

And in that balance…

life begins to unfold again.

With ease.
With quiet guidance.
With a sense that I am not pushing forward…

but walking with something that is already moving.

If you have been feeling the weight of “doing everything right”…
if grounding has begun to feel more like effort than peace…

perhaps nothing has gone wrong.

Perhaps you are simply being invited to remember:

You are allowed to feel wonder again.

You are allowed to follow what feels light.

You are allowed to live your embodiment… not just hold it.

Return to the heart.
Allow the breath.
Follow what feels alive.

And let life unfold.

Refinement of Understanding

Too often in this world we see or hear of the horrors perpetuated by one human upon another, or even toward non-human life. As an empath, I feel the pain as much as I hear the news. There have been times it has made me angry, but over the years I have come to understand that anger rarely serves the purpose of healing. More often, it feeds the very energies of fear and separation that gave rise to the suffering.

Instead, I have learned to allow the Light to move through me toward the focus of the event and simply do what Light does. It touches the darkness, offering transformation to those who are ready to receive while bringing greater harmony to the energies surrounding the situation.

I realize this may sound like a repetition of things I have shared before. Yet I have found that understanding often returns in spirals. The same truth revisits us, not because we failed to learn it the first time, but because each return offers another layer of release, another refinement of understanding, and another opportunity to align with a higher perspective.

Recently I was reminded that the stories and events we witness are often only the surface of something far greater. What we see or hear is frequently the visible projection of countless unseen thoughts, beliefs, emotions, choices, and collective energies woven together over time.

Like an iceberg, only the smallest portion rises above the water. The greater mass remains hidden beneath the surface.

Perhaps this is why true discernment asks us to be slow in our judgments. We rarely see the whole story. We see only the part that has been projected into our awareness.

As I sat with this understanding, I sensed something else.

I am not being asked to tell you what it means.

I am simply asked to witness what has been shown.

To witness and allow does not mean we never protest injustice, speak our truth, write letters, or call upon those in authority to help those in need. Rather, I have learned to pause for a moment, take a conscious breath, and ask inwardly for guidance before responding.

That small space changes everything.

Instead of reacting from fear, anger, or emotional momentum, we create the opportunity to respond from Being. From that quieter place, our actions become more aligned with wisdom, compassion, and the highest good available in that moment.

For me, this has been a continual refinement.

It has also helped me realize that I cannot remain in retreat forever. Periods of solitude are invaluable while we release old patterns and establish greater inner stability. Yet eventually life gently asks us to return.

How else will we know whether what we believed we had released has truly been transformed?

Looking back, I can see that the years of COVID arrived at a time when I genuinely needed my cave. They provided space to become quiet, to reflect, to write, and to deepen my own inner alignment without feeling disconnected from the rest of the world. I still remained connected through family, customers, neighbors, and the news, but I was given the gift of returning home each day to contemplate what I was learning.

When that season ended, so began another.

The world had changed.

The energies of separation seemed louder than before, and I found that everything I thought I had learned was now being lovingly tested. Not to judge my progress, but to refine it further.

I now see witnessing and allowing as two expressions of the same understanding.

Allowing honors each person’s free will to choose their own path.

Witnessing allows us to remain present without becoming consumed by another’s journey.

When guidance invites us to speak, we speak with kindness.

When guidance invites us to remain silent, we honor the silence.

When guidance calls us into compassionate action, we act.

In those moments, it is no longer simply the personality trying to change the world.

It is the Light expressing itself through a willing heart, meeting only that which is ready to receive.

I know this may seem like I am returning once again to the same idea.

Perhaps I am.

Perhaps refinement itself is spiral in nature, revealing deeper understanding each time we return to what we thought we already knew.

One other understanding has also come to me.

When we help another living being—human or otherwise—from a place of genuine compassion rather than fear or the need to control, I have come to understand that such actions do not bind us in the way judgment, attachment, or personal agenda can. The circumstances another soul is experiencing may belong to their own journey, yet kindness freely offered remains an expression of love.

Afterward, I often ask that any fear, sorrow, or heaviness stirred within me also be brought into the Light and gently released.

For me, to witness another being in needless suffering and refuse to help, when I am genuinely able, is not aligned with my own heart.

Perhaps this is the delicate balance between witnessing and allowing.

There is no single formula.

No universal rule.

Each path into Oneness is as unique as the soul walking it. Each of us carries different experiences, different gifts, different lessons, and different opportunities to serve.

Perhaps this is what refinement truly is.

Not becoming indifferent.

Not withdrawing from the world.

Not reacting to every wave that rises before us.

But learning to pause long enough that our response comes from Being rather than fear.

Each of us will walk that refinement differently.

If these words resonate, hold them gently and contemplate them.

If they do not, honor your own inner guidance.

That, too, is part of the path.