Signal Flare – Folding History – March 28th, 2011

1000 cranes - photo by Michael Connors (http://www.mconnors.com)

Ahoy there!

Last night was powerful.

Huge.

Magickal.

And I am feeling drawn this day to sharing with you what I wrote last night for my 750words.com words, just as it was written.

Very little editing.

Not ‘just the facts’, for this is a matter of the heart and soul as much as anything else, but as it flowed, from mind to heart to fingers.

So it rambles a bit in tone, but please bear with me, as I share this gift of my heart.

Excerpt from 750words.com words for 03-28-11

Wow.

So much has happened today.
And yet it’s been very quiet.

A fantastical post by Laura Espinosa today reminded us of how it is necessary not only to remember the past, but also to transcend it.

Us, you say?
Have you suddenly gone plural?

And the answer is both yes,… and no. (Love the original typo of ‘now’! )

Yes, because it is only the second time I have felt this sense of ‘other’ noticing too, in this exact way.
No, because I have been plural forever.

So have you.

Let me explain. :>

The way that I’ve made sense of the world has been the learning given to us by the GuideA term used to describe High-Level Beings who helps physical plane beings. Jacob, channelled by Judy Crookes. (There was a website until recently, but since Judy is taking a bit of a sabbatical to practice other work, it is not up right now.)

What he/they have taught us is that you can think of your soul as a pizzaVisual metaphor used by Judy Crookes and her GuideA term used to describe High-Level Beings who helps physical plane beings. Jacob (www.JacobSpeaks.com) to describe the organization of the Soul from which we-as-individuals spring. It is comprised of: The Crust: the Soul Itself The Pepperoni (or other topping of your choice;-D): the individual soul-selves The Sauce: the Emotional Body, which is shared by all of the Pepperoni As a personal note, this metaphor was the first time I actually understood all of this, and it has made so much sense to Mike & I that we use it in our own channellings and work.. (A multi-dimensional pizzaVisual metaphor used by Judy Crookes and her GuideA term used to describe High-Level Beings who helps physical plane beings. Jacob (www.JacobSpeaks.com) to describe the organization of the Soul from which we-as-individuals spring. It is comprised of: The Crust: the Soul Itself The Pepperoni (or other topping of your choice;-D): the individual soul-selves The Sauce: the Emotional Body, which is shared by all of the Pepperoni As a personal note, this metaphor was the first time I actually understood all of this, and it has made so much sense to Mike & I that we use it in our own channellings and work., mind, but bear with me. It’s the first explanation of any of this that made sense to me, so it’s the one I use when explaining.)

• You have the dough, which forms the exterior of the pizzaVisual metaphor used by Judy Crookes and her GuideA term used to describe High-Level Beings who helps physical plane beings. Jacob (www.JacobSpeaks.com) to describe the organization of the Soul from which we-as-individuals spring. It is comprised of: The Crust: the Soul Itself The Pepperoni (or other topping of your choice;-D): the individual soul-selves The Sauce: the Emotional Body, which is shared by all of the Pepperoni As a personal note, this metaphor was the first time I actually understood all of this, and it has made so much sense to Mike & I that we use it in our own channellings and work..

• You have the sauce, which represents the emotional body.

• You have the various toppings (pepperoni was the first used, and thus amuses me) which represent the various soul selves that comprise this ground (?) group mind of sorts.

And then, in the line of that individual pepperoni, you (usually) have a series of lives.

And that’s where the ‘us’ comes in.

You see, as near as I have been able to determine it, my last life was as a gentleman who flew in WWII.

In Burma.

So, he also had a great deal of reason to hate the Japanese.

And I felt a distinct sense of ‘presence’ when I read, which is unusual, as I had always gotten that he was a very practical, this-world-based, show-me kind of a person, who was quite happy to leave it that way. (Understatement!)

Together we read, and understood, and thus, transcended.

Transcended the hate.
Transcended the  history.
Moved on into a brighter world.

Whoa! THAT was kyool.

And written essentially  by yours truly too. Not that sense of Gang direct participation as there frequently is.

So, anyhoo, I read that post, and then we went to J.A.C.O.B. tonight, and they talked about ‘Perspective’.

Very kyool.

Everything is connected.

And Laura gave us a spoken word version of her post as well.

“One 3 inch by 3 inch square at a time.”

Transcendence, sweetie. Perspective.

That’s how you can do it.
That’s why you do it.

1000 cranes.
1000 cranes.

Love.

Understanding that the hard times and those who rail against you are those who also can lead you home.

Lead you to glory.

Lead you to that white light that transcends all because it IS all.

(Mage our tuxedo-cat is joining in in the magick of this moment – there is burbulling in the hall.)

Thank YOU Laura.
Thank you for sharing your heart.
Thank you for baring your soul.
Thank you for learning and loving and folding.

It is an honor to know you.

And I salute you.
And so does the man I once was.

For teaching him a lesson he wasn’t prepared to learn in life.
For helping to set him free.

Thank you.

Bless you.

Love you.

If you want to share the love, please consider helping Laura on her Journey. Just $5.00USD sponsors a crane and helps those in Japan caught by recent events.

If you want to do even more, and you are reading this before midnight Pacific time on March 31st, 2011, please consider supporting “The CustomerLove for Japan 72-Hour Fundraiser“. $1200.00 USD worth of goodies for a $97.00 contribution.

The Voyage Continues….

Vittoria, 1519

Birth of a Birdy Channel

Ocean of Tears? - Photo by ajenyon

Ahoy there!

The tale of my life from meeting Jacob to becoming a channelA physical plane entity who translates information from High Level Guides.

myself.

Plunging into the Ocean

I was drowning.

The year was 2006.

In 2004, I’d had to leave the home that Mike & I had shared with my sister-in-spirit & her husband since the tech crash of 2002 had left them in need of friendly folks with whom to split the bills. I’d loved that house and that time, and was so unsure of myself since coming home after a life-changing illness.

After a brief, mutually unsatisfying stint in Waco, Texas, we’d moved to Ann Arbor, Michigan in October of 2005.

Then the dying started.

First was our cat, Simba, who was gone three days after we’d moved. We’d planned on taking her to the vet up here once we were settled, but we never had the chance.

Then my mother passed on Christmas Day. Now I recognize the date as carefully chosen to be a symbol of the last gift she would ever give me, but at the time I took it quite differently. That whole summer we were in Texas she’d acted weird, even for her post-head-injury self. Had she known even back then that something was wrong? Or was it truly a surprise to her as it was to us?

Even today, I don’t know the answer to that.
And I’m afraid to ask, afraid of what I might find out.

The Final Straw.

I didn’t really grieve for my mother. For one thing, we’d always had a strange relationship, fettered by our various issues. This had only been exacerbated when she’d fallen onto the concrete garage floor of my parent’s house, and hit her head.

She beat the odds & survived, but I wonder if, in some ways, it might have been better for all if she had not. The injury that took her sense of taste left her in a certain amount of chronic pain, not to mention a serious (& undiagnosed) case of PTSD, which would result in her writing me vicious e-mails at random times, and otherwise inappropriately expressing her frustration, anger, and fear.

So, while it was sad that she was gone, yes, it wasn’t yet obvious as the life-changing event that it would turn out to be.

Then Coconut, my beloved, loyal Siamese cat, passed away in March after an illness of several months.

And the tears came.

The tears for her, and the tears that I hadn’t been able to shed for Mom.

I cried & cried, and it seemed as if the tears would never stop.

Enter Jacob

Our housie-who-owns-the-house had been speaking to us for some time about going to see Jacob, an otherworldly being channelled by a local lady.

I wasn’t inclined. At that point, the last thing I wanted to do was go into a large room full of strangers with all those tears in my heart.

So we put it off.

And Jacob waited.

Grandchildren of his human, snow, colds, etc., most of the time it took for me to make up my mind to be brave (and to get so desperate I no longer cared), was spent with there being no public sessions.

Finally, the time came and my fears, doubts, & I packed ourselves into our housie’s car & off we went to the home of another lady who hosted the channellings at the time.

ChakrasEnergy centers of the non-physical bodies. & Ruffled Feathers

Well, that first night was interesting. Mike described the scene pretty well in his post, so I won’t dwell on that part.

One of the highlights for me, and something that has stuck with me all these years later was when Jacob was going on about chakrasEnergy centers of the non-physical bodies.. I’d never seen the point before – I’m a Celtic-descended white girl from the US of A, after all – what did I need to know about subcontinent Indian magickal systems?

So I asked Jacob about chakrasEnergy centers of the non-physical bodies., a bit belligerently. Unfortunately, no verbatim record of the conversation exists, but to this day, I remember the hackles rising at my question.

“Do you doubt our word?” Or something to that effect.

I replied that I didn’t know if I did or not, since I didn’t know what chakrasEnergy centers of the non-physical bodies. were in the first place.

Whereupon the hackles promptly went down, and I received the first explanation of them that was both relevant & made sense to me.

Such was our first meeting.

Draining the Ocean

After that, we attended regularly. A lot of learning, a lot of tears.

I learned that my words mattered.
I learned to let go.

And little by little, the ocean of pent-up tears & emotion drained.

Passing on the Gift

So fast forward a few years. Judy & Jacob offered a channelling class. We didn’t end up taking the first session, for reasons which became clear after the fact.

We ended up joining the second, after pesticating Judy nearly to distraction asking when the class would start, as she had an enrollment requirement that stubbornly kept refusing to be filled.

Finally, at last, the class was assembled and we began.

A Channelling Birdy!

Am I Doing This Right?

For reasons that are not particularly relevant to this story, I felt very ‘watched’ for the first bits of our channelling experience.

This led to more fears than usual about were we doing this ‘correctly’? How we heard from our Guides, the number of beings that we spoke to… too many years of being a ‘good girl’ led to a lot of needless worry & tears.

Even though the textbook we were using, “Opening to ChannelA physical plane entity who translates information from High Level Guides.

” by Oren and Daben and their humans repeatedly said that everybody’s experience is different, I still worried.

Even though Mike and all of our Guides repeatedly reassured me of the same thing, and that I was okay and doing things just fine, I still worried!! Arrgggh!

Once I finally learned to relax and trust in myself and our Guides, things improved quite a bit.

The Prophecy Comes True

A time after Coconut had passed, and before I’d learned to channelA physical plane entity who translates information from High Level Guides.

, a friend of a friend had come by for another reason and asked to see our housie’s ancient calico cat.

We agreed, and in the process of greeting the cat, she told me that Coconut would come back to me, within a couple of years.

It took a while for me to realize it, but the prophecy came true.

Just not in the way that any of us had expected.

For you see, there is a reason that my First GuideA term used to describe High-Level Beings who helps physical plane beings. is named Lady Coco. She is the Soul of my beloved Siamese.

It is my understanding that we have shared many lifetimes together, and traded the roles of GuideA term used to describe High-Level Beings who helps physical plane beings. and human back & forth, sometimes incarnating both together, sometimes one, sometimes the other.

So, is she ‘merely’ a cat?

Of course not. Although there is a certain liking for feesh that has apparently been a common trait through many of her lifetimes.  And we play around with the concept because it amuses us both to do so.

But the reality is that while Coconut was the most recent Pepperoni that I’ve had experience with, she is but one Pepperoni on a very large PizzaVisual metaphor used by Judy Crookes and her GuideA term used to describe High-Level Beings who helps physical plane beings. Jacob (www.JacobSpeaks.com) to describe the organization of the Soul from which we-as-individuals spring. It is comprised of: The Crust: the Soul Itself The Pepperoni (or other topping of your choice;-D): the individual soul-selves The Sauce: the Emotional Body, which is shared by all of the Pepperoni As a personal note, this metaphor was the first time I actually understood all of this, and it has made so much sense to Mike & I that we use it in our own channellings and work.. So part of the whole, but far from the whole of the whole.

Our Souls are in the same Soul Group together, along with the Soul of my husband, Mike. It makes for very interesting times, both here & in the spaces where Souls & Guides live.

And that is my story up to now.
The Future… awaits!

The Journey Continues…

Vittoria, 1519

Welcome Aboard! :>

 

USS Ranger 1777

Ahoy There!

 

 

This blog is about our journey of exploration through the universeDepending on context, either the entirety of the physical plane, or the entirely of All. , both seen and unseen, normal to paranormal.

In this journey, we are more like expedition leaders rather than tour guides. For in this journey, we sometimes haven’t been there before either, or maybe just once; rather than the tour guideA term used to describe High-Level Beings who helps physical plane beings. who knows the area like the back of his hand.

We are explorers, helping to uncover the truth of what is out there rather than telling people what to think. We will try to keep an open mind as we explore, and we hope you do too.

Theories will be tested, and either proven, thrown out, or they will evolve. Whenever possible, we will try to verify, or experiment with what we learn.

When we can’t, we will try to be clear about what is unverifiable or doubtful as to what is verifiable.

Make up your own mind about what we talk about here – some of the stuff we are not sure of either. Remember – we are explorers, and not sure what is around the next bend of the river of knowledge.

We are hoping that as we go on our expedition, that we can uncover new truths, throw out some fictions, and remove fear from this subject.

We feel that with some common sense, that this exploration can be done safely, and free of fear.

We do this because it’s fun, and we hope you think so too!

The Journey Starts Now!

Birdy &  Mike,
Channels & Explorers

The Journey Continues….