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Like the rain here this morning, readership is steadily increasing and very welcome.  It’s interesting that as more people read this blog, I struggle with why I do it.  I love to write.  I also write to love.  I can do both more effectively if I get out of my own way.

I am my ego, and sometimes she is roaring.  It feels great to have recognition, yet that is not the point.  The point is love.  I started writing in earnest six years ago, as a method of transformation.  I discovered I had access to a deeper and wiser part of myself there.  She is a part of me that I don’t want to lose touch with.

Yet there are times when she sits in the background while I strut around, basking in self-importance.  She doesn’t say anything, but waits and watches.  Her expression is contemplative.  She knows self destruction is coming. She can wait.  This ego roar cannot sustain itself long.

When my ego roars, it’s so loud I can’t hear myself.  If you’ve ever heard the roar of a lion, you know the volume and range it commands.  For that moment it is the only sound.  You never forget it.  This ego noise is similar, yet it leaves a sort of hollow ring.  You may remember hearing it, but its meaning escapes you.

I am not here to roar, I’m here to love.  There is a ripple effect.  Eventually, everyone is breathing the same air and feeling the same love. That’s how it works.  To focus on numbers is to become enmeshed in the illusion.  We are not these bodies; they exist as a vehicle for our light.

My dreams changed last weekend.  I was away from home, and they took me even further.  I was not in a place I’ve ever imagined or with anyone I’ve consciously known this lifetime.  I believe I had a glimpse of what life can be like when we are outside the constraints of this dimension. I loosed the bonds of the systems in place and saw a world with different priorities.  It was beautiful and very different.

I was part of a group that went by the moniker L.O.H.  I do not remember what it stood for, only those three initials. We were in New York City.  I understood that crime still existed and we were there for the victims.  There were hundreds of us.  We wore clothing unlike any I’ve ever seen; it was iridescent.  We were strong, vital and committed.

My best friend tells me that maybe L.O.H. stood for “Love Over Head”.  Here’s why.

We went into the apartment where a murder had just occurred.  There was no one there but the body – no police, no yellow tape, no news reporters or eyewitnesses.  Our job was to grant dignity and love to the victim and to care for the body.  It was a different New York – yet not everyone was “on board” and some violent physical dramas still played out.

We were the transitory team – loving the soul who had volunteered to experience this crime as a victim.  I see a long line of us, physically and energetically loving this body.  We lift him up and pass him carefully overhead; carrying the body from this dimension to the next. 

This is someone to be honored and gently moved to his next destination, and we are here to do just that.  Each of us handles him, loves him and thanks him.  We create a path of love he travels on over our heads, cushioned in our light.  We sort of glow and are all beaming with joy.  It is a privilege to do this work.

Cornstalks border my east and west, standing guard to this row of houses.  Harvested a month ago, they are silent golden protectors, speaking only when the wind blows through.  The coyotes keep their distance, but at night you can hear them howling; they are hunting.  I am grateful for these cornstalk sentinels.

The world looks different further south, and in so many ways it is.  We spent the morning working in the front yard and left to get some lunch.  When we drove back in, I noticed we’d left the garage door open and the lawn was strewn with power tools.  You couldn’t do that in the suburbs.  Well you could, but more than likely they’d be gone when you returned.  We are in the heartland.  Down here you grow things, hunt things and help people.

The cows make strange noises at night; there is an occasional eerie wail.  With the mass of stars overhead and this combination of animal calls, it’s as if we’ve entered another dimension.

Yet I see no evidence of “Ascension Awareness” here.  Life is straightforward.  It includes work, raising kids and crops, and play; all good things.  I feel so deeply human here.  This is my race.

I can’t deny feeling a bit out of place though.  I have no internet access in this rural yard where I sit.  For two days I’ve been unable to check in on what has become an important part of my daily life; my family of light workers.  It’s been interesting.  I feel, not quite like a fish out of water, but like the Ugly Duckling; accepted completely yet just a little bit different.  We all pretend not to notice and I will move on soon enough.

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I tried running once.  It didn’t go well.  The man I was with at the time thought it would be a good idea if we ran together – fitness and togetherness all rolled into one miserable moment.  He of course, was an athlete.  As I gasped and jogged, he ran circles around me, smiling loving words of encouragement.  It didn’t last a week.

As I watch the runners each morning on this quiet little lake, I wonder if each step they take is amplified this summer.  Time is speeding up.  It seems I wake up and all of a sudden it’s noon.  Is everything working this way?  Will I lose weight, increase my stamina and reach my health goals quicker now? How does it work?

Linear time is part of this illusion.  I read something yesterday saying that in other dimensions it’s more of a marker.  I have trouble wrapping my head around that concept.  So I wonder where this is going, as I feel an increased sense of urgency to “get ‘er done”.  We are literally running out of time.

One of my favorite lines from my favorite movie is when George Bailey, in “It’s a Wonderful Life”, says, “You say they should wait, and save their money.  Wait?  Wait for what?  Until their children grow old and leave them?”

That old fisherman just headed down to the lake again, pole and bucket in hand.  It’s so quiet here.  I can hear the hollow sound from his bucket when he first sets it down on the ground.  I like that.  There’s a comfort in the ordinary. I grew up far from this tiny lake, surrounded by water.  Fish and clams and minnows and fisherman were my everyday.  This familiar scene runs very deep and soothes me somehow.

Little else does right now.  I feel as if I am at a masquerade ball.  We are dressing up in costume for business as usual, while beneath these masks it is anything but.  We are unrecognizable.  Nothing is at it seems.

A hawk circling high overhead, just swooped down low,  a few feet in front of my eyes – as if on command.  An omen.  We are entering powerful times. Every cell of my body feels it.  I couldn’t sleep last night.  My “Mom” mask may be buying school supplies, but my light worker self can barely contain her excitement.  It’s pretty wild to be contemplating the price of notebooks while simultaneously saving the world.

We are super heroes in disguise – We look like regular people, yet beneath these calm exteriors lie powerful forces.  Don’t you feel like that?

It’s like every fantasy rolled into one.  There’s good guys fighting corruption, space ships, natural disasters, help from the heavens and everlasting love.  It’s all here and yet, while it goes on, we pay our bills, mow our lawns and talk about the weather.

We have families to raise, money to earn and a planet to save.  Not just anyone could do this you know.  It takes one powerful being to pull off such a stunt.  Our masks are so well constructed the vast majority of the population will never even know they exist.  We are that good.

Before me now is an old fisherman with a minnow bucket followed by two dark haired women in sunglasses and visors, deeply engrossed in their conversation; all of them waiting for a brightly orange vested gentleman on a brilliant blue tractor pulling a grader.  This is humanity; diverse, individual and unique.  None of these folks know each other, yet all of them silently communicate and get their needs met on this path by the lake this morning.

Now a gaggle of geese move in front of me, with one amongst them lame.  He hobbles a bit, and at times uses his wings to propel him.  He gets much further this way, yet the effort exhausts him; he stops and rests often.  The rest of the group slows down, and one in particular sticks close by so as not to lose him completely on their breakfast stroll.

As we walk into these last weeks of summer, I am reminded with each passing day just how much closer we are to the final season in this pivotal year.  Time seems to be rushing us towards the answers to all of our questions.

What will happen?  Will we do what is necessary to ascend?  Will our off planet family ever show up? What will they look like?  What will we look like?  How will we supply ourselves when everything collapses?  Is it all going to be okay?

It is time for faith.  The answer to all of it is YES.  Not because we sat on the sidelines and waited.  The lame goose had to use his wings to catch up.  The others understood and patiently acquiesced.  This is life – created in this brilliant, intricate balance that demands collaboration, action, patience and love.  This is who we are.  We are love in physical form, light, expressed as a fragment of humanity. 

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For it is love, self love, that brings you to an “ascended” state.  It is agape that is key, the pivotal action; necessary in these times of upheaval.

Remain steadfast in your love.  There are no greater or lesser beings than you – you are One.  A mass of love, all rolled into One – humanity. We have not known this truth.  We’ve been admonished via our religious texts to love as an action, as something we must do.  Yet their missing ingredient is a definition of where this action called “love” is sourced.

It comes from you.  You are the wellspring of agape.  The supply of love in this world does not come from outside you – it springs from your soul.

You are love; not a body with a soul, but a soul with a body.  The soul/heart/generator of life is love.  This is truth. This is you.

We are drifting in a sea of dates, predictions, wishes and fears – conditions.  The truth is without condition and exists without requirement.

Stand in your power and love.  This is who and what you actually are.  What you can do right now is utilize your power of visualization to get you through this swirl of conflicting reports and information.  When overwhelmed or confused or anxious, recognize that now your love is needed.  It is needed more than ever.

For love is truth.  See yourself lock arms with every other being, our feet firmly planted on a groundswell of agape; the force of our light emanating out, altering our world.  This vibration of love attracts every light being and repels all that are not. We are a force that broadcasts “The dark shall not pass”.

There is this wonderful moment during infancy of gradual awareness of truth.  Infants are completely internal.  Needs are recognized and satisfied and sleep ensues; such is the life of a newborn.  When they begin to notice there is something else, it is beautiful.  Their eyes open a bit longer; they engage the life that is around them, they wiggle things.

An astounding moment happens when they wiggle out of their blanket and see their toes for the first time.  Completely mesmerized, they cannot get enough.  They will shake off those blankets whenever they can just to get another peek.  As their feet move, so does the rest of them, including their hands.  One day the two collide – contact. 

I do not remember my own first contact, yet I can imagine the astonishment; two places experiencing sensation in the same instant.  Thus begins the exploration – “How far do I go?”, “What other parts of me exist?”, “What can all these parts do?”

We are like babies who’ve discovered their feet.  Oh, we’ve seen feet and watched them with fascination for eons; but now we’ve had first contact.  We have discovered these feet are not somebody else’s – they are ours; under our control.

Our anger and force creates violent and abrasive movement.  Our tenderness and gentility looks like a fluid dance.  These feet will move in whatever way we intend.  They can stomp or they can pirouette. 

It’s a shock when you realize you’re connected to something so foreign and far away and strange looking.  It’s a new thought and maybe you weren’t ready yet for these ideas of unity.  Perhaps you were content just watching these goofy appendages, seemingly doing their own random things.  Once day you’ll tire of just watching – you’ll want to see what these babies can do!

It’s okay to love yourself.  In fact, it’s more than okay, it’s necessary.  We are coming to the end of duality and the contrasts are everywhere, trying to get our attention.  The sharpest ones have to do with your worst fear.  Your worst fear is so intensely personal; you may never have put voice to it.  Yet today, if you think for a moment, there it is.

It is asking for your attention, wanting to be examined, waiting for release.  You don’t need it anymore, and the part of you that is ready to move on knows that.  Where we are going, there is nothing to fear.  We are heading towards agape, a place without conditions.

Our deepest fear is that somehow we aren’t good enough; that there is an unmet condition.  If only we could meet it, we’d be fine.  We are chasing after that carrot on the stick – so close, yet ever out of reach.  This condition is not something you need, it is something made up, a part of this third dimension you’ve decided to hang on to.  Let it go.

Maybe it’s a body or a bank account, a status or a role – if only you had it, you’d be perfect.  Perhaps its forgiveness, a big eraser that will wipe out all the terrible things you’ve done, thought about, or still think about doing.  Without these, you’d be worthy.

There is no Miracle Max.  I wish there was.  He gave hope and belief to a small, desperate group of people.  Their faith in the power of Max carried them through and they accomplished the impossible.

There is nothing more potent than belief.  The difference between success and failure is in the first case you know you’ll succeed and in the second you only hope.  For the next two weeks we’ll see this played out again and again.  There is only one Gold Medal.

We have entered the Miracle Business.  It is time.  We are One Force and our intent is everything.  We cannot pretend any longer to not be afraid, we must be truly fearless.

We’ve been duped into believing we have no power.  Yet you are the most powerful force in the Universe.  You.  There have been false flags and terrorist attacks and catastrophes in our history, carried out by those who understand the power of intent; successful because we didn’t.

We do now.  A quick search on the internet will demonstrate how past acts of war and atrocity were planned and announced years before they happened.  The same is true right now.  These horrific plans continue.  We can stop them.  We are seven billion strong, and we now know the secret.

See the Olympics proceed without incident, and relentlessly persist in this vision.  They began with a potent meditation and reports from England are that there continues to be a general feeling of good will and happiness there.  They are feeling our love.  You did that.  A single focus of love when the games began has risen up a nation.  We need to keep it up.  We are here to rise up a planet.

These 2012 Olympic Games are ripe with speculation and prediction, headlines and focus.  As a single statement, the voice of humanity, what is it that we are saying?

Our expectation, belief and intent are creative.  For the next 2 weeks, most decidedly during the opening and closing ceremonies, our collective power is amplified.  Many of us, significantly more than usual, will be focused on London. 

If you’ve seen “What the Bleep” or done any reading on random generators, you know that they are altered (become not so random) when our focus is unified.  They were altered during other world changing events and they’ll be altered on Friday.  The power of our intent will be magnified.  It will be as if we have a microphone.  Our collective voice has a bigger effect at these times.

The research on group meditation tells us that intent matters.  In study after study, violent crime was significantly decreased via the concentrated efforts of people in focused meditation to do exactly that. 

We are a unified collective.  Our hearts beat as One.  This we have always known, deep within; it explains compassion. 

You have come here to create.  Every impulse you have that supports life enhances the experience for each of us.  With truly a ripple effect, your words, thoughts and actions touch us all. 

The element of linear time impacts only the moment when the effects are felt or witnessed, not the fact that they do.  They always do.  Yet understand that self hatred results in global warfare as surely as self love becomes joy.  If you take away just one idea from these words, let it be this; it is critical that you love yourself.

Our world starts and ends with you.  The secret kept from you and me and most everyone else is that the most powerful person you know is the one looking back at you from your bathroom mirror.  This shift, these end times, hinge on our hearts.

With revelation after revelation, as awareness slowly gives way to shock, it is an old ineffective pattern that keeps us stuck in horror and upset.  We are gradually becoming conscious of the depth of the control and corruption that has been our life.  Things are not as we’ve imagined.  What can we do?

We can love.  This is our deepest truth.  The negative outcomes of this corruption have manifested in every self-directed judgment and criticism.  Your strength and power have been hidden beneath layers of “not good enough”.  You are more than good enough.  You are chosen.

What does it mean to be picked for this part?  You are best suited for your role, right now.  Of all the possibilities, the perfect individual to interact with everyone and everything in your life – is you.  You are not the understudy.  You are the One.

It is time for you to love.  This is the answer to every question. 

There is a way to love militarily.  There is a way to love between nations, cultures, religions and individuals.  All this is evident when your answers internally resonate.  There is no force more powerful than truth.

As One we move through life, travelling the path of space and time, speaking our belief.  As One, our actions could spell out the depth of our self loathing.  There are destructive acts that in their allowance only further push us, as One, towards our own demise.

This is the voice that rings throughout the heavens – the song of humanity – the sound of our soul.  We are speaking with our blind obedience to a master who dictates self worship.  Once we release our subservience to greed and observe and follow love, our world changes.

This can only happen with wide open eyes and an attitude of strength of conviction.  You must trust yourself.  This comes naturally when you love yourself.  Loving yourself is the thing each of us can do right now that will change the world.  As you love, you will not allow lies, deceit or other activity that could diminish you in any way.

You are here to flourish.  You do not expect flowers to grow without sunlight and rain.  In the same fashion, you must be watered and placed under the nourishing rays of the sun in order to grow.  This is a necessity.  Rather than being beaten and lorded over with rules, restrictions and negativity – it is time now to nourish and support.