I just want you to know that no one who wishes to relocate from areas that we feel may be prone to some flooding will be left behind without our assistance and given every opportunity to relocate to areas we consider safe from any rising sea levels. You may help us help you by removing any doubts or fears that you may have that your lives may be in some kind of danger. Your lives are not in any kind of danger or perilous situation. Your lives are completely safe, and you possess the choice and all the power that you will need to ensure your individual safety as well as the safety of your families.

No one will be forced to relocate. We do not do this. We also will not leave anyone behind who wishes to accept our assistance. We also will not do this. Try to see this period in your history as a challenge and a test for you to measure how far you have come as a society, how much you have learned, and how far you have removed yourselves from the limiting emotion of fear. Do your best not to see the days ahead as doomsday or the end of the world, as this is not at all an accurate depiction of what lies before you.

Perhaps, on some level, I've intuitively comprehended and embraced the necessity of coming to know my own Shadow...maybe this is due to many lifetimes of darkness wherein I exerted only feeble half-measures to find my way free, or maybe because I remember as a breech-birth trying to claw my way back ("...please don't send me out there again, there will be too much pain...") or maybe because, as a child born with an inner Light that the ill adults in my world wanted to steal or stamp out, I instinctively went inward to a world where faeries and spirits could comfort me, and yet every year it became harder to breathe, every year it was more apparent to me that I didn't want to be here...and this would always be the point at which my soul sought to forcibly leave...and repeat ad infinitum, the futile pattern...

I only remember one previous life with any detail, maybe a second one farther back, but the one I believe to be my most recent incarnation is the one that has spoken to me, haunted me, ever since I remembered it...him, rather, at age 19...I don't have a lot of details. All I know is that he was a young, handsome, fair-haired Englishman who was quite smart, but very socially phobic. He also had terrible scars on his face and body which I originally mistook to be acne and other assorted scars from I knew not what. It wasn't until I met with a female shaman about 7 years ago that I was given more of a glimpse of his truth. She confirmed my memory but said that the man had survived Smallpox, not acne, and that the scars his illness had left him with were so shameful to him, and that in addition to his general anxieties over being among people, and his self-reproach regarding possible homosexual leanings, he one day decided enough was enough and so he blew his brains out...

So what is it really?  Oneness.  What does unity look like “where the rubber meets the road”?  You and I are one?  Really?  We don’t look alike, do the same things or even think alike.  It must be something I can’t see.  Our unity must be expressed on a different field.

It’s like riding a bike.  You learn once and never forget, regardless the years between trips.  Remember your first time?  It was my father’s hand who held the two-wheeler upright, running along beside me while I chattered and pedaled.  He neglected to mention he’d be letting go.  When I noticed, three things happened in rapid succession – my mouth dropped, a fly flew in and I crashed to the pavement.  But I can ride a bike.

The decision to ride happens in your head.  Your hands rest on the handlebars, turning while squeezing and releasing the brake.  Your feet push the pedals, your legs pump, and your eyes direct while the muscles in your torso maintain you vertically.  Each body part contributes a unique and vital component that results in a bike ride.  You’d never go anywhere if your head didn’t first decide to do so.  If you ask your hands what they are doing, they’d respond “gripping and releasing” while your feet will tell you they are “pushing these pedals”; all true.  Only your head knows the bigger answer – you are riding a bike.

We are connected there – beneath every action and non-action the collective us is doing something, making a statement. We speak with one voice and if you step back far enough, our voice can be heard.