“Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one” -Einstein
In a year when the energy has already been overwhelmingly escalated and amplified, today’s Blue Moon, (meaning the second full month within one month, the first on October 1st) falling 3 days before perhaps this country’s most significant election in over 100 years, is certain to bring elevated fervor and tremendously heightened emotion.
I’ve become an avid observer of astrology over the last decade, following the moon cycles, eclipses, and other cosmic events. My favorite source, Tanaaz, intuitive astrologer at Forever Conscious, (https://foreverconscious.com/author/tanaaz) Through her work, I have found great confirmation in the power of the celestial world, using her guidance quite successfully.
The cycle of the moon, when it is full, is a time of release, letting go. It’s a time to sit with self, and allow that within, which no longer serves us, to come to the surface. It’s a time to allow yourself to feel and experience the emotion that wants release and then permit it to happen.
Feelings of unease and dark emotions that arise may elicit great internal discord, but if we can nurture ourselves in positive ways and find an outlet to channel that energy, we will benefit in the long run. Freeing ourselves to the transformations that will follow with the onset of the new moon.
The fact that today’s Blue Moon is falling on Halloween, a night that signifies the beginning of a yearly event when the the veil to the spirit world is thinning, only enhances the overall effect of the energy across our planet right now.
It’s a time when the entities in the spirit world, more than any other time of the year, want to make themselves known. For me, empathic, intuitive, and acutely tuned into this realm, its already been a highly charged week, eliciting much turbulent energy. Why grounding is so important in my life.
I know great change is near. Not because of all wild and crazy occurrences of 2020, but because I, like many other lightworkers, mystics, and healers have been sensing and preparing for this time for decades.
To live in the world of Light, means going beyond the five senses, removing oneself from this limited paradigm. It means allowing oneself to tap into the energy of a higher vibration. Energy on the visual spectrum is only a small dot on the world of potential that exists.
When you allow yourself to move past the negativity and fear placed upon us within the physical realm, a whole new world of opportunity lies on the other side of the spectrum. We are given the potential to travel to planes where the energy waves are higher and grand opportunities and manifestations prevail.
Our planet as a whole has been in an enormous shift of consciousness. More and more individuals are removing themselves from the paradigm of virulence and fear. As they do, they are allowed to ascend and find a more peace-filled and loving space to exist.
The spiritual revolution is no longer a thought or a desire. It has become a reality. It is underway whether you acknowledge it or not. It is happening and accelerating with each new awakened mind. The question becomes, do you drop the illusion you’ve been living in and join it? Or do you wait and once it’s unfolded full force acknowledge its existence?
I’ve known my answer for a very long time … For the Revolution Begins With Me.
Once we realized the corona virus was here to stay, and that masks were going to be mandatory, our 14 year old daughter, starting her 9th grade year, decided to be 100% homeschooled.
I agreed with her decision, already not overly excited about many dynamics within the public school system, watching first hand as a temporary employee since her start in kindergarten.. Most significantly, the direction of the curriculum and the decline in actual education. My oldest having started in public school over 25 years ago, it was an obvious alternative.
My life’s choices years ago, and the fact school wasn’t “in person”, meant I would be available for one on one instruction with her. Fascinating, in my mind, how the universe works, putting me in the position of teaching in the middle schools over the last several years. I feel I was prepped just for this moment.
I obtained a list of the curriculum she would have had in public school. With the help of her piano instructor who has homeschooled for the last several years, we were given a litany of the best home school options. We chose one we felt would give her the best well rounded and most organized learning.
Being in band, playing the French horn, we also made arrangements for her to have in home private lessons with a local band instructor, someone recommended as the top hornist from the instructors at the local state college.
Well aware her home school class schedule was more intense compared to what she would have had at public school, we knew it would mean commitment and self-discipline on both of our parts. I also knew she had the qualities within her to make this feasible, an end result to help prep her for college.
Having the flexibility at the very beginning of the year, we were allowed opportunities we would otherwise not have been granted. Come October though, it was time to find routine and get locked into a more daily schedule.
Frustration on both or our parts was confronted as we began the process. Her homeschool program setting out a specific daily schedule. One we both initially felt we needed to stay locked into, having a set school end date in mind.
Initially, I found myself getting overwhelmed. We had to repeat certain topics multiple times because the information wasn’t sinking in, especially when it came to French, a topic I studied years ago, but by far something I’m prolific in. Fortunately, we are blessed with a friend who is a middle school French teacher who has offered her help when it’s needed.
Somewhere through the course of this month though, the idea of “LETTING GO” started easing into my mind, well honestly, into my whole being.
Still releasing the bonds of a time in my life when I had to live in “survival mode”. Something many are just beginning to enter now, I know what that strong hold on self feels like. Extremely oppressive at times.
I’ve been working my way back to a place of equilibrium, having been an undertaking since my youngest son made it out of school six years ago.
The “Letting go” process gradually becoming more of a daily sensation. The “Just Be” mentality starting to take over.
We don’t have to get everything done in one day just because it’s on her agenda. We don’t have to keep pushing forward if she’s not grasping a subject. We CAN stop and take time to make sure she really understands what she is being taught. Or, better yet, stop just to enjoy a rare moment in life.
Funny thing, as I find myself becoming more relaxed about teaching, and the pace we take, although she’s still a teen and grumbles at times about having to do school work, I find her enjoying the time we spend together, learning much more. There’s more laughter, more creative and diverse discussions. I’m sensing this is only the beginning.
We do have a rare opportunity, not saying there’s not huge financial sacrifices, but that’s not new. I/we have been making those since I decided to leave the nursing profession almost 20 years ago.
My priority is my children. And each and every one has taught me valuable lessons. Because I was not locked into the daily grind of a career, I have been able to really focus on the value of what each one of them brings. Truly making my life rich and rewarding, something money can’t buy.
As my years of parenting adolescent children nears its end, I am poised to learn what my sole daughter has to teach me, as I watch her grow into the beautiful woman she is meant to become.
My bottom line take away lesson…Life is short. Each and every moment is so very precious. I have four more years left with my daughter, and an intention to “Let go” of any preconceived ideas. I plan to live in the moment and make those years our very best.
Great change in our country is inevitable. It’s already happening. I’m the one who decides what my life becomes in the process. For me there only is one option and that’s to live in the moment … for the Revolution Begins With Me.
You are bringing yourself to life now and this is how it must be. Of course, something being essential doesn’t mean it will always be easy. You must support yourself and have courage during this process.
Beneath habitual thoughts there is a deep sensual creative and energetic awakening happening to you. It is far beyond what the mind is now capable of controlling. Others might not like it because it shakes things up… (Truth) However, it is happening now and the only real choice you have to make is how to deal with it.
Coming to life means feeling. It might bring joy but it could equally bring sadness, rage or fear. It could bring all of these and more. Feelings will come and go quite swiftly when allowed to flow. You might need to paint, write, enact ritual, sing or dance your feelings to help the energy flow. Don’t hold back. … In this process you are uncovering the artistry of the universal creator. You are honoring the sacredness of life by exploring it without restraint and that includes the flow of your feelings.
Learning how to access your feelings allows you to learn how to access your intuition, creative inspiration, and genuine internal guidance.
You are one of the sacred but powerful minority that have chosen to come into a body and live consciously within it. (Amen) … Fortunately, this minority is powerful enough that it can keep human culture in balance. But only just! We need every single one of us that is capable. to be aware of the task and move beyond the mind and into the body.
You can support your own process by scheduling time for yourself and keeping to it like you would the most important date with destiny! So get to writing in your journal. Do your dances. Paint your pictures. Create you creations. Be kind to your body, listen to it and let it be alive.
The message …. “Be Alive!” … There is no falling back into old ways. … There is another adventure awaiting you now. You need a deeper connection to your own instincts, body, feelings, and intuitions so that you can receive this new calling. You can trust in it, too. Embrace it and it will embrace you.
Alana Fairchild – Mystic, Healer, Creative Spiritual Educator
Alana has such wisdom and spiritual awareness in her work. She encourages each of us to find the best most sacred versions of ourselves. It is in the transformation that the world will find its way back to its most sacred path.
I for one continue on this journey … For the Revolution Begins With Me
Another morning waking up and feeling extremely grateful for all that life/God has blessed me with. A moment to reflect:
I am grateful for my bed and the early morning moments of laying in it and hugging my pillows.
I am grateful for the world of white I see on the autumn trees outside my window.
I am grateful for the fire casting warmth in the fireplace downstairs.
I am grateful for a fresh cup of coffee.
I am grateful for our 4 furry friends waiting by their food bowls, (most quietly, 1 not. Lol)
I am grateful for my husband who works so hard and spends long hours away from home to allow me to appreciate the things I am grateful for.
I am grateful for my amazing family and all my wonderful friends.
I am grateful for Jen and the laughter she fills my life with, for she is one of a kind, and deserves her own line.
I am grateful for my health and that of my family.
I am grateful for the crow of our roosters outside my door and the flock of hens keeping warm in their coop.
I am grateful my 14 year old daughter who has transitioned into homeschool as dedicated and motivated as she is.
I am grateful for ALL of my sons (& the women in their lives) and the fabulousness they bring to the world.
I am grateful for my daughter’s musical talents and all the delightful sounds of instruments she brings to our home.
I am grateful I have a gym that is open and doesn’t require you to wear masks to work out.
Most importantly, I am grateful for God and His grace, and all that He has given me, and all that he has planned for me in my years ahead. … For Revolution Begins With Me.
Up early and down by the firepit in my Mystical Forest a few mornings ago, enjoying the dance of the seasons Missouri lovingly shares. I found myself pondering, “What is my purpose?” “What are my intentions?”
Shedding any use of labels to define myself, 15 years ago, when I left the inhumanity of what nursing was in Oklahoma. I spent many years in flux.
Being a society, a nation that more than ever has gone to characterizing individuals with labels. Not just words that delineate how people spend the majority of their time, but in the last 10 years, more than ever, mainstream media and Hollywood pushing the agenda of hate-filled labels.
I personally have no use for them. I find them self-limiting. People, over the years trying to define me; my children’s mother (fill in the blank, any one of four), a fitness fanatic, a hippie, (one I laugh at, especially after this year with the pandemic and enormous amounts of people returning to the country, and to the earth, to become more self-sustaining. I guess they all became hippies too.), and the one title I wear with tremendous pride, “just plain weird.”
Raised in a small, mostly Catholic community, the mind set was very narrow, most especially that of my birth mother and her rather large family. It was actually my free-spirited father, who likewise never fit into this community, that I was given the vision to look through a different lens.
Becoming aware when we moved to the hills outside Jefferson City, when my now 33 year old son was 2, and curious beyond all imaginable measures, we are born with a unique spirit. Each of us given a vastly distinct purpose before birth.
Walking the hills near our rural home, pushing my inquisitive toddler in his stroller, the shackles and chains imposed on me by my mother and her family, and the Catholic school and church, were finally released. I realized there was enormous untapped potential that lay within.
I was to spend the next decade exploring that potential as I nurtured not only my oldest high-spirited son, delving into his many gifts and talents, but also the addition of his two younger brothers, beginning to explore theirs as well.
A nurturer and healer at heart, at this point, also one by profession, as I began my career as a critical care nurse. I worked intensive care, running the gamut of health related maladies and life threatening traumas. What I viewed daily kept me keenly aware of living in the moment and that my time with them was temporary.
Being an incredibly intuitive, empathic person, I didn’t parent with a “cookie cutter” mentality, nor did I try to relive my childhood through them. Instead, I gave each of them attention where they needed it, including my now 14 year old daughter. They each had completely different personalities, therefore, completely different life purposes
I would/do tell them, “Be yourself! I can’t tell you who that is, but I will help you as much as I can to discover it.” My most important intention to instill in them being, “Have integrity!”
My many years of nursing had taught me innumerable valuable lessons. One of them being, your status and your wealth will one day mean nothing. If you can stand solid and strong in who you are, you will be able to withstand any storm. Thus far, the people they have become, they’ve proven my concept inherently accurate.
As my long, immensely rewarding decades of parenting children under the age of 18 gracefully eases into its final years, with the assistance of the pandemic allowing me to pull even deeper inward, I remain constant in my dynamic state. Undefinable, but ever moving towards a better version of myself. Searching even more closely for God’s/the Universe’s larger life’s purpose.
My challenge to all … Put down the labels! They are so self-limiting. For yourself, and for others around you. Put worry and fear aside! Open your hearts!
It is certain change is at our door. Help promote that change in an upward trend. It’s through broadening the expanse of our minds, our possibilities, that this country will turn back in a more positive curative direction.
I for one, know I will remain undefinable. I will keep evolving into the best version of me. Now more than ever, I know it’s a necessity … for the Revolution Begins With Me.
(Words for the Sacred Rebel in ALL of us. Sacred Rebels question the way things have to be. They dare to dream of a healthier world based more in love than fear. Sacred rebels believe in love and defy those that say, “You need to live in the real world!” Sacred rebels are living in the real world. Theirs is a world of love, possibility, individuality, and freedom. Sacred rebels refuse to be put down by those who ae frightened of being truly alive.)
The fool is a great rebel, able to thwart convention, and tell the truth without restraint. Your heart is a wonderful, powerful, sacred fool! It cares not for the right way to do things. It cares not for what the mind says is real and not real. It lives according to an inner wisdom that cannot be dictated to or controlled by anything! It loves, it lives, it is what it is!
“Don’t try to be appropriate, don’t try to be socially acceptable and worry about what others may think about what you are doing- just be.”
The sacred fool in you is willing to leave behind what has been because it no longer feels right to stay attached to it. The sacred fool in you trusts life completely.
It recognized the mind as a monkey puppet on strings. More often than not, it is cajoled into fear when it could be playfully dwelling in the radical spontaneity of life. So, the sacred fool in you urges your mind to let itself be pulled into joy by your heart strings, not into fear and doubt by the controlling machines of mass media.
… a message. It’s time for you to play. It’s time for you to let life happen in a completely unreserved, unscripted way, the more bizarre, left of field, unexpected and apparently ridiculous the better. (My childhood bestie and I apparently have always known this! Lol!) That might not feel safe or appropriate at first. That is okay. That is actually a good sign that you are breaking with your own self-imposed conventions. It is time to move beyond them now because a bigger life adventure is calling you.
This is wonderful news. It is the desire of life to operate more radically through you so that you become the conduit through which miracles and crazy wild synchronicity can occur. (My last couple years! Fabulous opportunities presenting themselves. And, best part, it is only the beginning of what the Universe has planned We all have the potential to have this!) You are more electric. You are more plugged into the apparent randomness of life.
If you find yourself making choices that have others questioning your sanity, then you are on the right course. (Guess I must have always been then. Lol) You are just approaching enlightened awareness. There is a moment – … – when we wake up to life, shed our attachment to mass opinion and float in a completely different state of being.
You will eventually see that you are becoming sane in am insane world. (Amen!) The table will turn and you will gain great inner freedom and creative juice. Stay on your path, stay on your journey, remember to take nothing too seriously and it will all work out perfectly.
Alana Fairchild – Mystic, Healer, Creative Spiritual Educator
Dare to embrace the Sacred Fool within! I do … for the Revolution Begins With Me
I find myself asking this frequently, yet deep inside I know the answer. It will come from a spiritual level rather than physical. But, for now, I tap into the logical side of my brain and ponder the question. But first, a story.
Most don’t understand what I mean when I say I live my life from a spiritual place, but I mention that in explaining WHY I moved to Oklahoma.
I was living in Minneapolis in 1999, with my then husband and 3 young sons. Having had enough, I gave my ex-husband a choice; his job that consumed his life as a retail sales manager, or his family? He chose the job.
I was done. I wanted out of our then 12 year marriage. Almost as soon as that happened he was whisked off to Oklahoma City, transferred within 2 weeks.
Very uncertain of what I was going to do, my sons and I spent a week at a cabin on a lake in northern Minnesota with my BFF and her family. No sign of human existence in sight. The call of my soulful friend the loon nearby, gave me my answer.
It wasn’t a question of “What is best for ME?” But, a prayer, “God, what is it that you want me to do?”
“Move to Oklahoma with your sons so they don’t grow up without a father,” came the reply. I trusted the request and listened.
While living in Oklahoma, I can’t tell you how many times I asked myself, “Who the hell does this?” or I was asked by others “Who the hell does that?” But, I knew deep in my heart it was what I was being called to do. Answering “the call” was something I had long gotten used to by this time, so there was never any hesitation.
Six long very difficult and traumatic years were to be endured. The world I suddenly found myself in was backwards and filled with so much pettiness, anger, and hatred, Coming from a state that was once coined with the term “Minnesota Nice”, it was a world extremely difficult for me to comprehend.
The whole time I was there, that little voice inside was telling me, “Denise, one day you need to write a book.” When I finally got out I eventually set out to do just that. Over several years time, I “birthed” the manuscript for my book The Advocate, (finally nearing its publishing time now) the title chosen because it was the role I found most significant as a nurse.
One of my biggest questions as I dug deeper into my writing was “What makes Oklahoma so deplorable?” I always said there was a Cancerous gas in the air and it was rapidly spreading.
I started looking for answers both on the internet and at the library. The number of various topics that popped up was expansive, but the one that spoke the loudest and explained the most was the Oklahoma City bombing.
Having visited the bombing memorial several times, I often wondered “How could something so atrocious happen in a small town city like this?” So much about it didn’t add up in my analytical brain.
Several books existed on the topic written by various entities involved. They all came to the same conclusion, “There’s more to the story here!” The internet became my best resource in finding articles and accounts of what occurred days and weeks following the bombing. Numerous accounts of people who had somehow been involved, killed after the heinous event. Somewhere during my research I knew I had to print hard copy knowing the sites I was on would eventually be erased, and many were.
The biggest telling story was an account of what what happened to a man, Kenneth Michael Trentadue at the Federal Holding Facility housed at Wiley Post Airport in Oklahoma City. (Many Oklahomans completely unaware that this Federal Holding Prison even exists)
On August 21st, 1995, he was arrested, detained there, and several days later brutally abused and murdered. His family received a phone call, being told Kenneth committed “suicide” and that his body was going to be cremated, the ashes to be sent to them. That was not to happen as Kenneth’s brother, Jesse Trentadue, was a prominent Salt Lake City, Utah lawyer.
What was to follow was years of ongoing investigation and litigation into Kenneth’s death, uncovering many telling facts that proved the Oklahoma City bombing was something much bigger than the mainstream media’s storyline.
I, at one point, decided to call and talk to Jesse Trentadue myself. I guess to verify the facts and the reality of what I was trying to wrap my brain around.This phone call was my “What Will it Take?” moment.
Immediately I started an entirely different search. Instead of a focus on Oklahoma, I started expanding it out and looking at our country and various events whose storylines didn’t connect.
Very shortly after making this discovery back in 2008, Obama was put in office. He chose his attorney general, Eric Holder.
BIG RED FLAG. I knew that name! Eric Holder had been the Deputy Attorney General under Bill Clinton and his role at the time was to cover up Trentadue’s murder, and other like deaths following the bombing. There being at least 11 known total, including an El Reno prisoner guard, a OKC police officer, and a doctor who had been at the bomb site the morning of, helping victims. He had been approached by ATF agents, who arrived on the scene after the fact, asked to be bandaged to make it look like they had been injured.
Let me comment, at the time I spoke with Jesse Trentadue, he told me if I ever wanted any more information to go to his website. (Good reason I’m not typing it here!)
(excerpt from article where Jesse Trentaude points to a scathing 4-page letter (PDF) he sent to Sen. Patrick Leahy (D-Vt.) Dec. 19, 2008.)
In a footnote appearing on page one of that letter, Trentadue noted the following: “Despite the destruction of evidence, the court awarded my family a $1 million judgment. We have used that money to offer a $250,000 reward for the people who killed Kenney. That offer is posted at: www.kmtreward.com. This site also contains the irrefutable evidence that my brother was murdered, which evidence was kept from us by the Justice Department.”
Looking for answers: Kenneth Trentadue was found bruised and stabbed by his family after the FBI said he hanged himself
Once Holder was made Obama’s attorney general, I checked that website. Jesse’s site had been replaced (back in 2008) by some sort of novelty online shopping site. When I reread my manuscript this past spring, getting to the point where I mention this, I rechecked that website. To put it mildly, I was blown away!!!
Not sure at first what I was looking at as these Chinese symbols started popping up, then photos and videos. Suddenly I realized, the URL had been turned into a Chinese porn site!!!
(I just rechecked!! This still blows my mind! If you click that link above which was copied and pasted from Jesse Trentadue’s letter, that is what it takes one to! A Chinese porn site!!! Not suggesting that you do … but that is what you’ll find. No accident there!!!! Also, a whole other story to be visited at a later date!)
My point … There are SO MANY STORIES in the mainstream media that DO NOT ADD UP!!! Of course, mainstream media has painted the label of CONSPIRACY THEORY on all of them. They use their brainwashing tools to convince a large portion of the dumbed down population that people who believe these theories are nut jobs, crazies, “racist”, and on and on.
Well, I for one, don’t need someone to confirm what I do and do not know. My time as a professional critical care nurse taught me how to think fast, and be analytical. People’s lives depended on it. And, I was really good at it. I don’t need others telling me what is fact and what is fiction.
But my question remains, especially to the masses out there who are thinking they are going to vote the Biden/Harris ticket…What will it take? When will you, out of curiosity, lay down your bias and start looking at actual facts? Put down the vitriol and hatred for Trump and start using common sense? Become your own investigative journalist?
One of the numerous things I love about my Mid-Missouri home is the incredible beauty Mother Earth surrounds us with. A favorite spot for many locals is the Katy Trail, an old railway turned into a walk/bike trail that runs the expanse of the state.
A benefit of more free time currently, has been to frequent it. Instead of two or three times a season, I am getting out there two or three times a week. The Rocheporte Trailhead being the closest and perhaps one of the most scenic. This time of year especially gorgeous as the colors along the riverfront and bluffs are turning.
The Big Tree in nearby McBaine is usually an end destination for a longer ride. It wasn’t until last Monday that my 14 year old daughter suggested we go the other direction. I thought, “Huh! What a novel idea!” Have we really been going out there for so many years, and I had never had the thought? The obvious beauty heading east along the Missouri River, what sort of terrain would we discover going west? We had even spent significant time down on the riverfront years ago, how could we really have never thought to bike westward?
Just a short distance in, we discovered this intriguing tunnel, looking somewhat ominous, as sunset neared. There was mystery and intrigue surrounding it. A sense of adventure as we entered.
We were to discover incredible beauty lay on both sides of the trail.
I got to thinking about it after the fact, looking at the pictures. How many analogies to life our trip and my photos of the tunnel reminded me of.
How often do we take the path we know? The routine? The obvious? Thinking that’s the only way. Closing our minds to the endless possibilities, options, and ideas that exist in unknown territory. Then, we get so locked into our perceptions, we eventually come to think its the only way.
Having become such a divisive country over the last 20 years. How refreshing it would be to go back to a time when minds once again were open. Opinions from one another valued and examined, rather than shut down and slandered because they’re not similar to our own.
Another thought I had was the experience of traveling through the tunnel, moving through the unknown. It’s dark, a bit daunting. The mindset one is in, certain to effect what emotions are elicited upon entering and traveling. Certain to effect the experience. Some people claustrophobic, afraid of the dark or enclosed spaces, it might be uncomfortable.
When I stopped on my return trip back through, heading to our car, looking at the tunnel walls, the texture, the color, the rock it was formed out of, the echo heard within, the actual atmosphere and temperature. So much strength and power held within. So much history. It became a miniature expedition.
A final thought as I looked at my pictures, a thought that inspired new possibility. The potential for the “Light at the end of the tunnel”. The thought, so analogous of where we are now as a nation. Incredible uncertainty in every direction.
Fear, the overwhelming emotion invoked in so many as our lives have been so drastically altered. Demanded to where masks everywhere we go. Large portions of our cities closed down including schools and churches. Watching and reading stories, some of us living with it outside our front doors, of our cities filled with rioting, buildings being burned to the ground. National monuments being toppled over.
The picture of the Rocheporte tunnel, in my mind, inspires a future filled with Hope. One of a brand new beginning. Not the new beginning being pushed on us though. A new beginning that is centered in love. Not hatred and fear. This era’s spiritual awakening.
That ray of Light shining bright and getting brighter, I hang onto the image of the “Light at the end of the tunnel,” for in my world this country has only one direction to go, and that’s a place filled with peace. And, I am certain to do my part to see that it occurs, for I know … the Revolution Begins With Me.
Frequent visit to G. W. Exotic for veterinary wound care of the animals, November 2003. (Back before Joe Schreibvogel got REALLY weird!)
I woke up early this Thursday morning ready to rant. Perhaps it has to do with this enormous knot I have in my left shoulder, impinging on the nerve in my left arm, but I’m feeling a bit like the “tiger” in me (2 time Tiger alum) and I’m wanting to roar.
I’ve kept to myself since the Corona outbreak in March. Watching the shut down first of our city and then of our country.
Subbing as the attendance secretary at one of the local middle schools two weeks leading up the our school district’s closing. The Universe had placed me frontline as the panic began to hit our city, being the one that fielded the phone calls from hysterical parents as speculation of what was to come began to infiltrate our area.
Spring break only a few days away, my daughter and I with plans to visit my son who is in the Navy in Florida, the pandemic not to interrupt. My background in nursing, going into that field only after becoming severely ill while finishing my last year of my microbiology degree before I was to start medical school (years later finding out I had SEVERE mercury poisoning). I had done significant study in microbiology and immunology and much of the storyline mainstream media was feeding us did not make sense.
Chastised by many for taking our trip when the rest of the country was shut down, I had learned years ago, fear was not going to stop me from living my life. Within weeks, the animosity and negativity of “friends” on Facebook made me completely unplug from the world.
The only energy I wanted penetrating my body, mind, and soul was positive energy. Glorious and uplifting energy from family and friends, but perhaps most importantly, the power of the energy I cultivate from the earth.
Living on several acres with different parts of our property sectioned off; “country life” where my large garden and our chickens live, our “backyard beach” our pool area, (this Minnesota girl’s necessary water source) and down our sloped hill leading to the creek and woods is our “Mystical Forest”.
Intuitively, the Universe had led us to this area, completely unexpected. We/I have spent the last 6 years perhaps prepping it for the dawning of this year and what was to come. We had created a mostly self-sufficient environment out of our passion for nature and the outdoors. Suddenly, I excitedly watched the masses starting to do all the things I love doing. Gardening, raising chickens, and returning to the old ways of living; becoming self-sustaining.
I started to hear from people or read articles that which I have known all my life, that there’s an energy, a vibration, that allows the spirit to calm, that relieves stress and anxiety, that brings peace to the soul when out in nature, when you have your hands in soil, and when you walk barefoot on the earth.
Anyone that truly knows me, knows there’s no better place for me to be than barefoot with my hands in the dirt. Well, not exactly true, my favorite place to be in is some body of water. Which, was the other place we were to frequently find ourselves, at the lake with my dad’s boat I had inherited.
Having left my career as a critical care nurse almost 2 decades ago, (not a difficult choice after watching people die needlessly almost daily, but that’s a whole different topic) there was much material sacrifice choosing to make my children and my own personal well being top priority. For me, the most significant, the use of my boat that sat broken and unusable in our garage for 13 years, the expanse of my daughter’s life.
The Universe being so amazing! Last fall, I was finally able to get it fixed. When spring hit, we found ourselves on the water. This began a season of unprecedented lake time. Memories to be made that will last a lifetime, not only for us, but many friends we invited to join us, giving them a break from their sequestered life in the city.
My point…is that in returning to what is REAL, in returning to Mother Earth, we will begin to rediscover ourselves. The last several decades have seen people pulling further and further inside, not just physically, but mentally, emotionally, and to me most importantly, spiritually. As a nation, we’ve grown bitter and afraid. Hostile. Complacent. Numbed up. Dumbed down.
It’s time we all take a step outside. Unplug from the technology that now surrounds us and controls our lives. We’ve allowed ourselves to be enslaved. In doing so, we have given away many of our God given freedoms and liberties. We’ve forgotten how to think for ourselves, and instead allow the talking heads to control our thoughts and our minds by continually feeding us nothing but lies, creating what we see now, a country greatly divided, that is literally at war with each other.
I check the news daily. Not mainstream media, for it all has an agenda, but real news, and I don’t recognize the world that exists out there. This didn’t happen over night. And change won’t happen over night. But it has begun. The swing in the other direction, to first take back our own lives, but then to take back our country.
It starts with each and everyone of us as individuals. The biggest thing I believe that needs to happen is for people to reopen their minds. Tune back into themselves. The voice within. Try to cut away from the socialization and indoctrination that has been intentionally implemented, for yes, that is exactly what has happened. We have been fed decades of lies while our once great country is being stolen away from us. Once very insidiously, now so blatantly out in the open.
We need to start asking questions. The storylines we’ve been fed do not make sense and its abundantly obvious once you lay down your political biases. We are one election away from losing this country forever. The last four years, nothing but hatred and hostility being pushed with an agenda. An agenda to take down the one president who truly has a belief in the American dream, for he has lived it. The one president who is not bought and owned by the elitists and globalists.
The clock is ticking and I truly do believe I know the ultimate outcome. I don’t know how ugly its going to get, as it’s already gotten uglier than I could ever have imagined. But, I refuse to allow myself to be a part of it. There is a huge silent majority who are waking up, finally, to REALITY. Not the reality they try to sell us on the nightly news, but the TRUTH, for there can only be one TRUTH and we have not been living in it.
I like the rest of the country, and honestly the world, wait with bated breath as each day unfolds leading to what is certain to be the most ruthless and savage election of all times, for it already has been.
For my part, I will get out and vote. Vote with an awareness of the how our once strong country is being destroyed, knowing the one man who has fought to save it has had four years of nothing but struggle with every action he has taken to return our country to greatness. The radical left doing nothing but slandering, and trying to destroy, dismantle, and remove him from office. But, bottom line, God is going to let his warriors win and win we will.
Until that day, I will keep peace in my heart and love in my soul. I will send positive energy out to all I encounter. I will be the best version of me I can possibly be … for the Revolution Begins With Me.
The United States of America is on a rapid downward spiral and I for one am not going to sit back and watch it happen. A healer, a mystic, and a visionary, I accepted my place several decades ago as a one day voice for an impending REVOLUTION.
Research and facts of the reality of what has been happening in my country for the expanse of my 55 years of life were readily discovered when I dare to begin listening to the voice within and start questioning some of the “storylines” mainstream media feeds us.
It was the Spirit of 1776 that allowed our founding fathers to win the Revolutionary War. It was the spirit and will of the people that garnered a win and put an end to slavery during the Civil War. Likewise, with Martin Luther King and countless others during the Civil Right’s movement.
That spirit has gotten lost somewhere in time. Rediscovery of our spirits is imminent!
I spent last winter not only reading and digesting my favorite yogi, Seane Corn’s new book, The Revolution of the Soul, but allowing the process of deep healing to occur.
As Sean thoroughly explains, the pain and trauma from our lifetime is deeply embedded in our muscles and tissues. Through the practice of yoga, the various asanas, those emotions are allowed to be brought to the surface, with introspective work we can allow those scars to heal and be released forever, freeing up a new expanse of energy for our souls to find new life.
I came out of what turned into a highly transformative winter through this process. I had myself aligned with the Universe, the Divine, my God. Feeling more strength, confidence, and courage than ever before in my life, yet knowing it was only the beginning.
When the Corona virus hit and our planet was basically shut down, there was surprise, but no amazement for me. Most importantly, there was no fear. I was perhaps more excited that the ignorance and complacency of the vast majority was finally going to be challenged. People were going to have to stop “partying”, start to open their eyes, and finally begin to question the truth about the country they live in.
These emotion only accelerated when the rioting began with the death of George Floyd on May 25th, 2020. Hitting particularly close to my heart, a Minnesota native, hearing first hand accounts as the Twin Cities was looted and burned. The revolution I knew was impending had been launched. Not the violent revolution, but the revolution of the soul.
Safely tucked away in my country oasis several states away, I submerged myself in the splendor and glory of Mother Earth. Enjoying perhaps the best summer of my life, knowing that my hard inner work had been done. Knowing that although difficult times lay ahead for our country as a whole, the mindfulness I had stayed focused on would keep me and my family from experiencing the pain of what others were just beginning to feel.
The battle ground is heating up as election day nears, the most significant election of my lifetime by far. Perhaps the most significant election since the days of the Civil War. I have done and continue to do my part to prepare for the possibilities of what is to come. Historical times sit on our front porch. It is up to each and every one of us to seriously hone in on that voice within. Time to get right with ourselves, our God, and the world around us.
I said decades ago, battle lines had been drawn and people needed to pick a side. That battle early this year finally made itself obviously known. Right now only beginning to build in intensity. The question remains, what part will you play? I know my answer, I chose to be a bright Light, for the Revolution Begins With Me.
