In the incubator of heart resonance, with 100 brave, pioneering souls, I landed.  CA, Chrysalis retreat with Barbara Marx Hubbard, the vision became clear.  What this vision entails is the future, alive now.  I am now solidly walking the timeline of the future.  This doesn’t sound as impossible as you might think.  Many people “come” from the future.  They hold the dream of tomorrow.  It is so real for them because they are that future reality that all of humanity will springboard into eventually.  Their role is to create a reflection, a mirror, to the rest of the world of our evolving humanity.  In their mirror, we can see our future.

We have a multitude of timelines at work currently.  The status quo that keeps most of humanity enslaved, exploited and disempowered is one timeline (with many trajectories supporting this reality).  The “future” timeline that I am seeing is true freedom for all people.  Where does this timeline take us?  Following the yellow brick road to the edge of the Earth.

Humanity is waking up.  The tipping point potentially manifesting.  Tunisia and Egypt began this out-pouring of truth telling.  Several months before these uprisings I had a dream.  I’m in a Middle Eastern country.  I’m walking home and see police beating people.  I know that they cannot see me because I’m not really here–I’m an infiltrating frequency to witness and in my observing I am allowing reality to “be”.  It is in the “beingness” that this reality of oppression can be transcended.  I make it home to discover that Dr. Martin Luther King is my father.  He lets me in.  He’s noticeably aged, calm and also “being.”  He shows me how the government has covered the house with a new facade and made a front “prayer room” to spy on the people.  We both softly observe it and feel nothing of its power.  The government, the police, the spying tactics have no power.

Months later I’m glued to the TV watching the uprising in Egypt.  I realize the dream as prophecy.  I realize consciousness as power.  I realize that the Everyday Humanitarians are waking up.  The Middle East is the key.  A land that has been fought over and dominated by controllers  has the power to catalyze global transformation.  And now, we are witnessing Occupy Wall Street gatherings all around the world – they are inspired by the Arab Spring.  Many are on the yellow brick road walking towards the Emerald City.

When I was 5 I was Dorothy for Halloween.  Little did I know that the archetype of Dorothy and the symbology of Oz and the Emerald City would become a story of awakening to my power.  Today, this story is all around me.  This summer I announce to a small group of seekers, “I feel like I have woken up, and I’m in the Emerald City.  It is the miracle time.”  A friend from The Bee Hive Collective tells me of her recent journey into the spiritual dimension, “We were in Oz and you were Dorothy.”  Another friend shares her story of heart break and dreams deferred.  Salvation coming when the doors to the Emerald City open and reveal the goodness of love undivided.

I’ve been seeking the Emerald City my whole life.  That enchanting place where one’s heart desires are fulfilled.  The home within where love, goodness and security are never ending.  What may get us on the yellow brick road may be the Wizard, the hope that he will save us and fulfill our needs.  But when one gets to the end of the yellow brick road, the Wizard is discovered to be false and a weak substitute for fulfillment.

A few weeks back I’m pulled into a journey.  It’s riveting and racing.  I’m headed somewhere, and it is a necessary adventure I sense as I see myself running intently down a path through the woods.  I end up on a bridge where I portal into the stars.  I travel through the cosmos for awhile and then I land.  I am in Oz.

The yellow brick road stretches out in multiple directions.  The Emerald City behind me.  Rather than walk towards the City, I am drawn to an off-shoot of the road that ends at the foot of the woods.  And I see myself, adorned in white, pink and golden light swirling about me, a Queen sitting on her cushion of power, the white lotus.  I bow at my feet and cry.  This is what I have come to Oz for.

The racing thoughts of need disappear.  There is no need, only beautiful, desirous existence.  I am this woman of no need.  I am this woman of quiet possibility.  I am this woman of perfect love.

I absorb my ascended presence–feeling the ease of existence loving every part of me.  I sit as me on the Queen’s cushion.  I understand that “need” in this presence is nonsensical.  How could one have need when you are all that is?

To go home, to have a heart, to find courage, or to have wisdom — these were never not with you.  It was only a trick of the false Wizard that made us believe we were without.

I open my eyes from this journey to Oz still feeling the energetic tendrils of my ascended self sitting upon the lotus.  It is this feeling that makes me realize that she is not a fantasy or an unattainable state only to be found in the spiritual realm of Oz.  I decide to try to pull her into my physical experience, which is easy to do as I’m still connected.  And in she comes, not as a blissful thought or a memory but as an alive life breathing presence.  With my eyes wide open I am her; fully embodied by her as if a warm, delicious coat has been wrapped around my body.

The presence lasts for 20 maybe 30 minutes.  I allow it to disperse as my mind wants to consider the impact of this unfolding into my reality.  A few short days later, it comes back.  I am no longer holding space for this presence, it is receiving me with wing tipped arms.

Up to this point of human evolution the yellow brick road has ended with the Wizard and even the good witch who can transport us home.  The tipping point of manifesting our true freedom will come when we know that it is not the Wizard, the good witch, the government, the corporations, the politicians, our parents or our families, our lovers, husbands, wives, boyfriends or girlfriends, friends, teachers, children, elders, countries, universities,  religions, scientists, bankers, etc., etc., etc. that will answer our prayers, hopes and dreams.  It is and always has been YOU.

When you discover that the Wizard is false, the question becomes where will the yellow brick road take you now?  What you may discover is that it takes you to the edge of Earth.  When you get there it appears that there is nothing there.  It’s blank, seemingly empty.  But one by one, more people arrive.  They too have discovered the road to the edge of the Earth.  You hold hands and collectively decide to jump.  You jump into the unknown, yet, you know you are falling safely into your own arms.

At the edge of the Earth, the false Wizard dissolves and the New Earth rises out of the seemingly empty edge.  Oz becomes a far away dream.  All the “future” timelines of freedom and peace presented by those from the future like Dr. Martin Luther King are now.

Dr. Martin Luther King once took me to his mountain top.  He said to me, “My love is the same as the one that is in you.”  From this vista on the mountain top I could see his dream and the dream of the many that came before him–freedom for all of human kind to live without tyranny and to freely choose ones’ destiny.  Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness…not because it is given to us but because we are sovereign and we are free.

Global transformation will come when we awaken to the freedom we always had.

Unity consciousness allows for miraculous feats and transformations because all things become equal, dissolving limitations.  You are the same as water.  You are human being AND you are the universe.  When you are all of these things, there is no restriction to what can be accomplished.  All of life communicates with you, and you with it, and the universal language is love.

Love from the unity consciousness perspective is the simple truth that all of life is created from the same source.  This source, call it God, Creator or the Divine, creates out of the  tremendous desire to perpetuate itself.  This is love.  Love of self, love of existence, love of being in the space of created experience.  When we are in unity consciousness we know this truth.  Love becomes the motivation for all of our experiences and creations.

Because of the mental challenge unity consciousness presents us with (believing that we are separate, even separate within ourselves as we wrestle with the mind to come to an agreement within), we can easily dismiss the possibility that the kind of love unity consciousness offers is not accessible to us.  We listen to those that seem to have it and hope that their essence will rub off on us.  But how many of us actually believe that we can be awakened?

Our understanding of awakening is changing.  It is no longer the guru sitting on the mountain top in ecstatic bliss, and this is for a good reason.  Our society and our Earth need awakened people.  It is only through unity consciousness that we will invent, create, and become the solutions to our dying planet and hateful, exploitative society.  We are beyond the attempts to integrate ethics into the capitalistic economy as solutions.  These solutions are only a stepping stone into the heart, a genuine knowing that we are all one.

So it is time for the Everyday Humanitarians, the ones of pure heart, to awaken.  This awakening is facilitated through the unified heart, the birth place of unity consciousness.  I have posted on my website a summary of this birth place, The Synergy of the Unified Heart.  I received these teachings over the course of one year and have waited for the right moment to publicize it.  I feel the moment is now.

The Synergy of the Unified Heart is an energetic transmission, which means the words carry a vibrational signature that will seek harmony within you.  As they do, you may begin to feel your unified heart.

I encourage you to sit with the passages.  Feel how they resonate in your body, heart, mind and spirit.  Meditate with it.  Allow yourself the space to awaken.

When unity consciousness is acknowledged in just one person, all of humanity receives the power to awaken.

Listen Now

For the Bee Hive Collective it was an honor to bring sacred ceremony to Harvard Square and for the customers of Follow the Honey.  As we prepared for the ceremony, we did not know what would be at the heart of it.  We’ve learned that spirit, especially the spirit of the bee and Mother Earth, decides what form the ceremony will take.  We can never know all of the impact of our work, but what was clear is that we were to be the conduits for a healing.  The healing was for Mother Earth, the bees and for the dark history that surrounds many New England towns.

Days after our ceremony the earth shook and Hurricane Irene devastated many communities.  We are clearing our past to rebuild the Earth and our communities.  One way to rebuild is through the light offered by bees and honey.  Our ceremonies open the doorway to the lighted path of bees and honey.

Posted below are a short introduction and the ceremonial words spoken at the Cambridge ceremony.  I recommend that you read the ceremonial words with drumming playing.  It will enhance your experience.  As you read, feel the words and hear the vibration that is speaking to you.

Let us know what you experience.

Honey love,

Corrrina

Invocation into the Bee Hive Collective

AUM

The primordial hum of ancients known, of destines gathering into the Sun

AUM

Goddess light we call to you from the Earth, Human, Honey in the Heart Hive…throw your light, Queen of Honey, Liquid Light.

AUM

The pearls of knowledge are with us now.  We give witness to your highest desire and the sacred Mother, feminine, matriarch, deities and goddess to which we now turn.

Blessed Bee.

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Welcome, I am Corrina, this is Brian, Mary and Roberta.  We are the Bee Hive Collective.

About a year ago I received an intuitive awareness about why the honey bees are dying and how to help them.  What I learned is that just like humans have multiple layers of consciousness so do bees.  Ancient cultures like the Egyptians, Mayans, Greeks and many indigenous peoples’ understood this about bees.  They are more than just physical bodies with a physical function and role in nature.  Their multidimensional importance can be understood from how they are precisely integrated into nature.  Honey bees are a social insect anchored by a living Matriarch, the Queen.  All that they do is in service to the feminine impulse to nurture life.  Pollination is an obvious aspect to this.

Humanity has largely abandoned the feminine aspect of life.  We destroy life.  We try to conquer living forms, including the bees.  Thus, the honey bees are revolting.  They are sending us a message that it is time to change how we behave on this planet.  This involves more than changing what we buy or tweaking our scientific and technological approaches to agriculture.  What is called for is a transformation of the human species from rational, thought-driven primates to spirit-driven, heart-centered creators.

It is this human element of the bee collapse that the Bee Hive Collective is dedicated to.  We are healing our human relationship to the bee and to one another, and most importantly, to the spirit relationship within.

What you are about to experience is part story, part ancient wisdom mixed with new wisdom, and part energetic transmission for healing the bees and humanity and awakening the honey in your heart.

This is a sacred ceremony and a guided journey into the divine feminine, the female principle of life that is the bee’s playground.  You may experience something or nothing.  Regardless of your journey I encourage you to get into a meditative grounded, space-even close your eyes-so that you can hear and see the sacred, ancient world of the bees and understand more deeply their message for humanity at this time.

Ceremony

Drumming Begins

The honey bees are in trouble.  Leaving their hives, falling off flowers mid-pollination, disappearing into the ethers of the Earth realm.  Colony Collapse Disorder.

Likewise, it is Humanity Collapsing into Disorder.  Disorder of our mind, disorder of the lands of the bee, disorder of the fruits that feed us, disorder of the communities that knew of, held, taught of the ancient ways to keep, pray, and bee with the BEE.

I began this journey when I was born.  My mother churning the light of a backyard hive.  The bees, a mixture of domesticated and wild, run away bees, caught my eye.  A dozen stings later, and an ambulance ride to the hospital, we, my mother and I, knew life would never be the same after those bee stings.

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Honey, is the nectar of the Mother.  Our Mother, the Great Mother, Pachamama, Gaia, Mother Earth, EART H.

Honey sweetness, earth knowing, life enforcing, the nectar of the Mother.

She is the light in our hearts.

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Honey bees first came to America on ships from Europe.

The intelligence of the bees knew.  They knew of the torrent of darkness that was about to descend on the Natives of America.

They scouted out the land—pre-empting the settlers…

The rocky coast, the long sandy beaches, the green mountains, the soft valleys of Native lands.  Pre-America, OUR America.

But the bees knew.

Bees the original settlers…

Cosmic residents of a densified planet…

Heaven descending into their wings, into their honey, into the dance of pollen…

They knew of the consequential push for new territory, resources AND hopes and dreams of FREEDOM.

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FREEDOM, is it possible?

The Goddess, THE Queen of the Hive, whispers, “And, it is, for naught, of the other, it is for naught, of the Mother.”

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1622, the first ship with hives arrives in Virginia

–On the HOPEWELL, days before the March 22 Jamestown massacre.

347 English settlers killed.

Later, 200 Powhatan Indians die from poisoned “peace” drinks in retaliation.

Blood on everyone’s hands.  Peace lost in the trappings of Father Time.

Honey bees make their way up the coast line, Virginia, Maryland, Pennsylvania, Rhode Island, Massachusetts.

1638, a second shipment of hives arrives from Europe; they come to MA.

1661, John Eliot translates the New Testament into a Native American language.

There is no translation for honey.

The  ‘White Man’s fly’, the Natives call it.

The honey bee becomes synonymous with the destruction of life.

Centuries earlier…

Rosslyn Chapel, Scotland, stone hives are built into the roof–the parishioners listening for heaven.

Flying out of their toiled lives of hard agriculture and grim life prospects.

To them, the bees are heaven.

They set their sights on the DREAM.

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FREEDOM, is it possible?

The Goddess, THE Queen of the Hive, whispers, “And, it is, for naught, of the other, it is for naught, of the Mother.”

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This history is caught in the hive.  Wanting for the explosion, wanting for the ripping, the tearing, the combing OUT of these trappings.

Trappings of suffering,

Trappings of death,

Trappings of the darkness.

Deep in the forests of East Africa.  The hive splits OPEN.

Honey is spilling, pouring, expanding, covering, DRENCHING the origins of time “immortal” into TIME ETERNAL.

We go back to the beginning.

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Apis mellifera,

wild forest bee,

tree climbing,

hive spinning,

cylindrical lobing into infinity.

Cosmic time spirals out from the Hive.  The landing pad of liquid light.  Creation of ALL.

How far the honey bee has travelled from this humid, life-channeling forest.

A human stands beneath the tree.  Wavering, deciding, hoping.  The forest teems.  Quiet overcomes the honey hunter.

The Queen is generous today.  The hive opens to the grateful hunter.  Mounds of honey—ecstasy, rapture, delight.

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“I’m throwing light today”, the Goddess says.  “Throwing light into your mouths, into your hearts, into your brain, into your cellular structure.”

Time “immortal” is now TIME ETERNAL.

“I’m throwing light so you can see.

– the empty chair..

I have arrived — so now you can SEE.”

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Poisoned Peace

We are trapped here, says the elder Native.  Help us.

The rushing of the tribes—claiming their stake, flags at their ready.  Ready to resist, the Last Stand.

But there is no space to move

CONDENSION sets in – Trapped in the archives of history, trapped in our cellular memories.

Trapped.

The Native that still cries for his land.

The settler that lost the DREAM.

The honey hunter that can’t find the forest hive anymore.

The bee that has lost its flower.

FREEDOM eludes us.

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FREEDOM, is it possible?

The Goddess, THE Queen of the Hive, whispers, “And, it is, for naught, of the other, it is for naught, of the Mother.”

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“I am throwing light because I love you”, the Goddess speaks.   “What terrible deeds you have done.  What a disastrous plight you have won.”

The Earth chair is empty.  There is no one manning OUR Earth ship.

And do you remember that it is our ship?  From the stars we were born and from the stars we descend.

Earth, ABSENTIA, reads the sign.

Empty.

Soiled.

Forgotten.

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This story does have an ending, a resolve.

Finding our way back to the Mother.

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Can you feel them now?

The bees, spinning light.

The bees, swarming your vision.

The bees, calling you back into the liquid light hive.

There is honey in your heart.

It is churning.

Manna, God’s nectar…

Sweet life joy.

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Divine feminine, womb of life, emerges out of the honeyed heart.

Mother Earth, Gaia, Shekinah, Mary, Quan Yin, Tara, Ianna, Isis, Shakti.

Sacred grace.

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It is time that you know your heart.

Inner world of your desires,

the night blooming flower, soft nectar dripping in the night.

The heart receives and gives love

beauty and compassion.

It beats to the pulse of the divine feminine — nurturing the seeds of the world.

In you, are the seeds.

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The Great Father, the masculine divine, growing life with his sharp solar glare.

The new shoot pierces the Earth at the break of dawn.

Manifesting possibility.

Harmony.

Unity.

Clearing space.  Clearing time “immortal”.

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The Emerging Heart speaks:

“Love.  Love is.  It is our universal connection to one another.  It is the fuel of your creative being. It is the spark that catalyzes you into the unity of your heart.  Within your heart is the seed to unity: the twin flame of the heart.  The twin flame melting the divine feminine and masculine into one—awakening your inner heart’s desire and the worldly possibilities.

In oneness, the divine masculine and feminine pulsates, spiraling–the feminine energy receiving and the masculine giving.  These energies merge allowing for connection, giving and receiving, creating and manifesting—all in-sync. The divine masculine and feminine energies unify and are creating a super intelligence that catalyzes greatness instantly.  What is coming to form is neither masculine nor feminine in nature; it is divine light structured in perfect harmony.”

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We are the unified heart generation.  We are the children of honey.

We find our way back to the Mother.  And FREEDOM is possible.  For ALL who open themselves to the honeyed heart.

You are the initiates into the Honey, Liquid, Light, Human Hive.

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Today, our journey ends somewhere in the New England woods where there is a bear hunting honey.

Honey that came from Europe, that came from Africa, and is blessed by the Mother.

Drumming Ends

Matthew 5:9

Blessed are the Peacemakers,
for they shall be known as the Children of God.
But I say to you that hear, love your enemies,
do good to those who hate you,
bless those who curse you,
pray for those who abuse you.
To those who strike you on the cheek, offer the other also,
and from those who take away your cloak,
do not withhold your coat as well.
Give to everyone who begs from you,
and of those who take away your goods, do not ask them again.
And as you wish that others would do to you, do so to them.

Prayer for Peace (Cheyenne)

Let us know peace.
For as long as the moon shall rise,
For as long as the rivers shall flow,
For as long as the sun shall shine,
For as long as the grass shall grow,
Let us know peace.

What began as a shamanic journey became real.  And the words flowed from inside me like the honey that encases my heart.

“I have been to the cave of grandmothers where you crowned me Queen and gave me all of your tools.  You said to me, ‘Now, go it is your world now.’ And I left the cave and found myself looking over the planet from a tree.”

These are the words that I shared in my prayers to the grandmothers.  I wanted them to hear my experience.  The experience of the 6th sun, the experience of honey dripping from the hives with joyful remembrance, the experience of knowing what is to come.

In my shamanic journey, the grandmothers pushed me out of the cave where I waited in a tree until star beings arrived and then we flew!  Dancing through the sky weaving about the sky helping the confused masses who didn’t understand why there was so much despair and destruction.

Prophecy, Grandmother Flordemayo, says isn’t something of the future.  It is something that we are living.  I can attest that as I prayed, sang, danced and put healing intentions into the sacred fire, there were tornadoes striking the cities and towns near my home causing confusion and massive destruction.  Prophecy is indeed lived.

What I want to share is the prophecy of the bees that has been tracking me through the bee consciousness for the last year.  The massive death of bees around the world are both a message to humanity of our dying Earth, and they hold the key to the New Earth.  They are, in fact, calling in the new sun and the new reality structure in which Earth and all of life will reside.  They are the weavers of the cosmic multiverse that will become our new Earth home.

What happens between now and this vision of our new home is a miraculous journey of awakening to the unified heart within ourselves and the planetary center.  There are defined locations around the planet that hold the key to unlocking our planet from the trapped time/space/reality of duality that we have experienced.  It is at these locations that the original bees species with their original DNA become unlocked from a holding space where they have been for eons.  And the global bee hive collective is resurrected.

Many of these bee species do not exist today.  But through a combination of ceremony, healing and heart awakening the spirit of the bee rises into the New Earth.  It is in the New Earth that the bee goddess, gods and deities are heard again and can do their job in sustaining the life force between spirit and bee.

As the spirit of the bee is ascending, they are teaching us about the new, heart-centered reality that we as a human hive collective are becoming.  The “hive” is the structure of the multi-dimensional universe in which Earth and humans live.  As the bees become unlocked so does the global hive structure and the sweetness of honey.  A collective grid of honey comb expands out across the planet–tuning all of us into the unity of all things.  Just as the bees communicate collectively, humanity is becoming newly connected to feel, know and love one another through the hive structure.

Each of us sits in our own cell of the hive.  Most at the moment are not aware that one is sitting inside the loveliest nectar that could ever be experienced.  But as one awakens, the cells next to them awaken.  It is the smell and taste of honey, that blissful experience of the nectar of being alive and existing in the fluidity of all of creation, that acts like a smelling salt to the sleeping cells.

Once we get a whiff of it the heart begins to activate.  Soon the honey is flowing and another awakens.

Thus, the bee hive is our collective, unified mind that connects us to the mind of God.  The honey is the heart, the fulfilled feeling and taste of sweetness that arouses in us all of our experiences.

At the core of the bees’ survival and leap into the New Earth is the re-rooting of the Tree of Life, the very Earth spirit that organizes all of life on Earth.  In the New Earth, we know that we are all one as we are in unity consciousness.  Union and connection are the mental, emotional, spiritual and physical landscape from which we live and create.  In our current trapped state Earth is not connected to the larger whole of the cosmos and our Tree of Life is dying.

Fortunately, nature is coded to evolve and unearth new ways of being.  It is in the DNA of the plants, some currently in physical existence, and others in the spirit body of the planet, that re-root the original Tree of Life, the divine design of nature, back into the planet.

There is a clear pattern of creation that dictates how this evolution will occur.  It begins with the synergy of the original two trees of life that hold the original DNA of all of the plant life on the planet.  The archetype of these trees are held in the core of the Earth.  In combination with the planting of indigenous plant species around the globe, the original trees become alive again from the depths of the Earth.  This creates a frequency that awakens the dormant DNA of the necessary plants for suffering and extinct bee species.  The plants’ DNA serve as attractors to the DNA of diverse bee species–creating a unified dance of flower and bee in their original form of divine structured light.  From this dance, harmony is restored in the bee collective.

This process releases the song of Mother Earth.  When she reaches her peak experience, a hum that sounds like the bees buzzing, Father Sky–the heavens and the sun–calls back!  And we are released from the trapped duality experience of being alone in this big universe.

All the while millions are waking in their nectar cells.

“The time of the year Thirteen B’aqtun on our solar calendar of 365 days, a time of great social, political, economic and spiritual changes in our region, America and the entire world …all the prophecies of Thirteen B’aqtun will be fulfilled on the year bearer Eleven Kame. For conscious beings, the children of honey, the sixth sun, there will be marvelous changes of light…Right now we are awaiting the time of One B’atz and One Chowen, day of inspiration of the Dawning.”–Chuchqajaw Kaqchikel Achi Ijatz, Apolinario Chile Pixtún (2005) Coordinador Titular of the Gran Confederación de Consejos Principales Ajq’ijab’ Mayab’ de Guatemala

“In the prophesies and in our codex it talks about a new generation–people made of honey that will be the return of the new Q’anil, the new dawn. The sprouts of the children of this Fifth Grandfather Sun will bring us to the sixth sun and its next energies in the Oxlajuj (13) Baqtuns- the new time, the new count, and to be united in our lives in the Zero time.  The Sun and the Earth will have these seeds…[of the] teachings and news and messages for the new dawn.” –Declaration from the Council on February 11th and 12th, 2005, Wuqu Tz’i Waqxaqi B’atz’

We are the children of honey.

Listen Now

Again, struggling to put the words, the feelings, the very notion that WE, you, I, ARE God.  This weekend I meandered like a child through a magical landscape.  With my husband, we traversed off the path between rocky hilltops, pine and oak forests and savanna-like brush.  My husband saying, “I feel like I’m in Africa.”  We could be.  We could be anywhere.

I felt the presence of the elementals that created this Earth.  The lion and lioness energy calling to us from the brush.  The birds darting in and out of the trees as I caught a glimpse of their streaking current flooding the forest with vibration.  And down below the horizon we walked, the whales and dolphins churning and melding the ancient song of our history.

Then, there was us like the Adam and Eve of the new world.  Are the chords broken from the old?  Can the new song be sung NOW?

At some point along our walk, we came across a tree with white, feathery seeds.  It reminded me of the tree of souls in Avatar.  The tree seemed to be reaching out to us–whispering to us that we are dancing in the magic of God.

At the sight of this tree, I had several activations.  The first was a memory.  Late fall last year I came to see white, feathery seeds (ones like dandelion seeds) as a sign that God was communicating with me.  I don’t even remember how I came to this conclusion, but it stuck.

Now and again, even in winter (I swear it!), when I’d be deep in thought a seed would float by.  There goes God, I would think.  This momentous moment would give me exactly what I needed–a pause from the mental chatter, clarity of purpose and sometimes the answer I was seeking.

As I remembered what the seeds meant to me, I heard myself ask this question, “But what is God’s Will?”  I have learned that when these questions pose themselves to me, I am about to receive the answer.

In the winter when I was standing in the silence of the woods at the edge of a pond that managed to remain unfrozen, I heard, “Now, this is God’s Will.”  Such clarity and feeling came over me.  The pond wanting to be a pond, an unfrozen one, in fact, IS the impulse of God naturalizing in front of me.

It is easy for me to know God’s Will in nature for nature is in complete union with God’s Will.  But how does oneself come into that divine will?

There have been so many distractions placed onto us and created by us that knowing God’s Will hasn’t been easy.  I no longer harbor anger that we have been manipulated to not know God’s Will, but it is the case.  Part of the journey for me has been to forgive myself, others and the world for all of these manipulations.

It is through Amazing Grace–”I once was blind, but now I see”–that we can discover God’s Will.  So, when this question occurred to me, the blinders came off.  There is such a startling sensation when you “see” what it is that you are witnessing.  I had found God’s tree where all of my wishes, dreams, yearnings, and prayers were flourishing into seed.  These seeds were floating all around me.  I was walking through God’s world of divine will.

I felt an easing inside and heard another question, “What if it was all meant to be?  The pain, the suffering, the agony, the darkness, the blindness…so that we would one day find ourselves walking in God’s world?”

I think I am almost ready to accept all of that.  There is still so much crescendo-ing going on around me and some inside me that total peace isn’t here yet.  But I had this feeling that the dust does settle after the storm.  It is then that a clear blue sky opens up, and we are standing in the Eye of God.

Already that day feels like a memory from a heaven-like world that I’m not even sure existed.  I can write about it today, but as I look at it in my mind’s eye, we are in a snow globe.  There are seeds dancing around us like fairies, lions and lionesses resting in the brush and two human souls dancing the infinite dance inside a snow globe, inside the Earth, inside the galaxy and inside the space beyond.

I started this blog 3 years ago.  I heard the calling then to write my experience as I pieced together the story of who I am.  I feel that I have arrived.  No, it won’t be the final pit stop.  This is actually only the beginning.

Some aspect of me is buzzing.  I’m buzzing like the bees, with the bees, in fact, I AM a bee.  Another aspect of me is daring to command space and reality as I see it and as I wish it.  The magic wand of desire flows freely, shape-shifting and maneuvering space.  Everything is malleable.

Then, there’s this sweet, gentle aspect of me that is doing a meandering slow dance with myself through the mists of today and tomorrow.  Past is no longer a concept.  And future only is in that I feel the potentiality of limitless desire creating experience.

When you find yourself in this space of peace, you’ve come home to yourself.  In a book that I just finished writing, the essence of this moment came out like this:

“You have sought for lantern after lantern.  You have lit the way out of the darkness to find that it is YOU, your beloved Self, waiting on the other side.”

And, you laugh!  Laugh at the sight of seeing yourself.  Laugh at the craziness and the silliness of the “plan.”  I recently heard from the stars, “you designed it this way.”  I know!   It can seem cruel at moments that we have to work so hard to remember how we designed ourselves, but it’s the chase of knowing that carries us to the next light and the next piece of the puzzle.

When the puzzle is complete a whole new world opens up.  In truth, it’s not much different from before.  Yet, what I realize is that each experience along the way has been in-sync with or in the pattern of my design blueprint (again, that I designed!).  I just spent a lot of time being unconscious of it.  With each level of awareness gained the box I was sitting in became more apparent.  Now, what happens when you can see the whole box and you aren’t sitting in it anymore?  The totality of experience becomes known AND freedom is the new foundation.  No more box!  No more “plan” or “design”, only what I choose.

I also have noticed that multi-dimensionality becomes the new structure of reality.  There is most likely a structure behind that structure, but this is where I am.  I am now flying like a bee through the collective hive where the cosmic mind and heart are one.  All dimensions can be accessed, and all experience fulfilled.  Again, EVERYTHING is malleable.  And yet, it is all through the perfect design of this universe that the malleability is possible.  It is both fluid and structured.  This is the creation impulse to create structure out of the fluidity and on and on.

With remembering has come for me the very notion of what I have created as an aspect of CREATION.  I AM both elemental Earth and creator of Earth.  I AM knower of truth and designer of truth.  I AM cosmic self and sovereign self.  I AM Earth, Tree of Knowledge and Cosmic Egg.  I AM root and crown.  I AM purple ray and golden dawn.  I AM the bridge and the door.  I AM the story and the creator of the story.

This physical body has little to do with it and at the same time everything to do with it.  I am playing in the cosmos without physical limitations AND the physical limitations have made me limitless.

Every homecoming dance at my high school ended with Stairway to Heaven.  It’s an appropriate song for the perfect ending to my homecoming dance.  Here is it in “radio edited” version:

There’s a lady who’s sure all that glitters is gold
And she’s buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there, she knows if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.

…

And it’s whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand longAnd the forests will echo with laughter.

…

If there’s a bustle in your hedgerow,
Don’t be alarmed now,
Its just a spring clean for the May queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by but in the long run
Theres still time to change the road you’re on.

…

Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow,
And did you know:
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.

And as we wind on down the road,
Our shadows taller than our soul,
There walks a lady we all know.
Who shines white light and wants to show…
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard the tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all, yeah, to be a rock and not to roll.

And she’s buying a stairway… to heaven….

melting into the landscape of the forever sky.

Watchful of the rising sun giving way to the dewdrops of tomorrow,

we didn’t even notice the fading stars.

Listen Now

As no coincidence at all, when I returned I got an invitation to attend a shaman journey circle into the dolphin realm.  I knew that dolphin had at least one more message for me to complete my Amazon journey.  What follows is the journey a dolphin spirit guided me on with some interpretation as I see it in the light of day.  It is a personal story but without a doubt it is also our collective human story.

My intentions are clear: I want to heal my heart–this “wound with no name” that has penetrated my reality for the last week.  And I’m hoping to understand why Dolphin consciousness is everywhere.

Dolphin follows me from the water world of the Amazon.  She’s on the TV inviting me to dance with her in the Bahamas.  She’s gathering her friends in art galleries showing her magnificence.  She’s captured the imagination of my family members who are talking about, reading about, and vacationing with the dolphins.

No doubt, the dolphins are communicating with us.  As a species, they are known for their communication abilities, even their telepathic and inter-species communication abilities.  Of course, they would be trying to get our attention.  Over the last year, we have dumped more oil, and now, radioactive substance into their home than is conceivable to our human minds.  They are warning us of the damage we have done.

When I hear them speak, as I did for the first time during the Gulf Oil Spill, they speak on behalf of the entire Earth family.  They are selfless in their communication.  It is their job to warn, to remind, to demonstrate, to heal, and to love.  This is their service to Mother Earth.

My journey begins with Mother Earth.  I am above the Blue Planet, our Earth of water that hums from the streams to the oceans with a palpable AUM.  The sound is delicious.  Mother Earth is sitting in my heart–the waters melting away the debris of any pain.  Swishing and whirling, our Blue Planet is both larger than me and small enough to fit into my heart.

Dolphin comes.  A decidedly male energy that waits for no hesitation and pulls me into a watery tunnel.  We have arrived to the city of light, the Emerald City as I see it, and we are dancing.  Dancing in the realm of seduction and temptation.  Dolphin, who has become a male seductress, is offering me all that I could every want.

But it is all lust, incomplete, unfilled desire.  He is throwing necklaces on me, pearls, emeralds, diamonds…I’m drowning, choking, actually, in these “gifts.”

“Dolphin stop, ” I plead.

He is trying so hard to figure out what I want.  More jewels?  More dancing?

I feel as if I’m going to explode.  My heart is so undone.  My mind is bewildered.

“No,” I say.  “Enough, I can’t take it anymore!”

And, so, we move.  Through the shell of time, I hear the AUM of the universe as we portal through.  All dimensions folding into One.  I can breathe again.

Dolphin takes me to the most beautiful sight.  The dawning of the New Earth.  I sit with Dolphin on a cliff as all the animals of the world unite into a circle of energy (a “Lion King moment”, I tell my journey circle).  I could sit at this dawning forever.  And we do for quite sometime.

But, then, I’m taken down again into the whirlpool of time.  I catch a glimpse of what appears to be my Rune cards of Self and Partnership–reflecting Unity and Grace both within and without.  Below the surface of Unity and Grace, another story is told.

“Where are we now?” I ask Dolphin.  “Eden,” he says.

I’m standing in Eden, a place I have journeyed to before.  I recognize it instantly as I see the tree of life and the pool of water, our collective memory bank that is imprinted in our cells.  The story of our creation is held in these waters.  My first journey told of our story of shame and separation that each of us carries with us and have retold for eons.  But this time the story is different.

I see Jesus on the cross.  He is dying.

I hear, “They got it wrong.  Tell them they got it wrong.”

I instantly know that it’s the suffering and the sacrifice that we have confused.  We have carried this pain and sadness; we believed we must; we knew no other way.

Then, a burning bush appears.  It burns to ashes just as I am set to fire and completely disintegrate.  I am then made into human form again.

This all happens in the blink of an eye, but I gather the deep symbolism.  It is the burning of the bush, and in the alchemy of these times, that we witness God’s presence and our faith is tested.  For if we truly believe, the story of suffering and sacrifice is no more.  We are to transcend it.

I recall Matthew 13:30 which I have recently dreamed about:

“Let both grow together until the harvest, and at harvest time I will tell the reapers, gather the weeds first and bind them in bundles to be burned, but gather the wheat in my barn.”

That time is now.  And what is to be burned was only illusory.  So I am burned into nothingness, and remade into the image of God.

And the story goes on…for not only are we the image of God, we are angelic beings that have always been one with God.

I am standing where I have been before, remade into the image of God, as Eve.  Before I was stripped of my unity with God, made to feel ashamed for my existence, and worst of all forgetful of all that has transpired.

As Eve, I know what to do because I have done this before.  I walk into the crystal cave, the womb of our souls’ creation.  But this time, rather than human souls being born from the density of animal wings, we are born out of angels’ wings.

I watch as crystalline hearts with wings rise from the cave and float fluidly down the channel of creation following a trickle of water.  The heart of human civilization emerges out of these waters; they are the Tyrus and Euphrates Rivers.

I dip my toe into the source of the water, the collective human memory.  Now, they tell of a new story–the story of the angel winged hearts that rose out of creation.  Happy to be alive.  Joyful to be one with God.  Collectively singing.

“Dolphin,” I plead, “but what about me?”

I’m capturing this beautiful story with my mind, but my heart is not sure if I’m rising with these wing tipped angels.  He wastes no time.  My heart is thrown into what feels like the final spin cycle of the washer.  It’s quick and painless.

My heart bursts open.  I’m standing at a fire in primitive Earth.  There’s drumming, dancing and mostly darkness.  I look up and see a bright star.

Dolphin says, “You still don’t remember.”

“But I want to,” I say.  I’ve been desperate to remember.  Feeling that I am always on the brink, and then the veil comes back down removing the light of knowing.

Time reverses, and I’m taken up towards the star.  I’m floating between Earth and this star.  I have been here before both in the past and in the future.  I understand that I know the full story, both the beginning and the end.

Dolphin speaks, “Earth Keeper, you are the creator of the plan.”  I feel my consciousness in three places.  The star, on Earth and between the star and Earth.

I can see the beginning on the star creating the plan for Earth.  I am with other souls, and we are dreaming the Earth into existence.

I see the middle where I’m dancing on Earth as the darkness consumes the light of the fire.  Grounded to the planet, yet, very aware of the star consciousness above.

And I see the end, in between the star and Earth.  It is coded in my view.  Dolphin explains,

“Earth is created out of your heart.  You created Earth, and will create Earth again.”

There are three lights one from the star, one from the Earth and one from the space between.  These enfold into my heart.  I recognize them: the flames of creation–love, light and wisdom–sitting in the heart space of creation (where we can co-create with God’s power).  I am peering through the looking glass of Creation both within me and in the larger Cosmos.

I am back where I started this journey.  Above the Blue Planet, her healed waters stirring in my heart.  I bow to my Dolphin guide in humble gratitude.

He tunnels back into the Earth.  I am floating above the Earth, rocking with gratitude and knowing.

You want to understand the Enchanted Beings through study, and that’s not the way…A person has to risk his life to get to the Enchanted City, he has to undergo a transformation.  –Dona Marina, midwife, age 59, Parintins[1]

And bees’ wings

Caught—

The tropical winds

Tangled in a ball

I pulse!

Sign of my heart

Breathe my breath

Tumble my heart

Spiral

Spiral

Spiral

Spiral

‘Til there is nothing left but these wings

* * * * * * *

Chills and Angels fill the room

God lives everywhere in this Enchanted City

And I swear it—

They came

Glowing like the moon

Dancing Dolphins

Two for joy

And one for Spirit

* * * * * * *

I am here for love

Dance, Dolphin, Dance!

Take me to your Enchanted World

And don’t bring me back until I’m due

* * * * * * *

Are the promises true, Senhora Bota?

“Yes, my child,” she smiles.

“But for this I will give you my heart.

And you must separate the Weeds from the Wheat.

And stand in the Fire.

Now, walk into the Harvest.”

Mesmerize me, Senhora.

For what is left no eyes can see.

For what is mine I no longer need.

For what is empty will fill no more.

* * * * * * *

Dance, Dolphin, Dance!

Awake my Heart

Spin my light inside out, dear sister

Exhale, Inhale

Exhale, Inhale

Exhale, Inhale

Sweetness growing

–damage undone

Dance, Dolphin, Dance!

Awake my Heart

Anxiety grows, Time implodes

Dance, Dolphin, Dance!

Awake my Heart

The dawning hour

Pacify me—

Oh, great beautiful trees

Fear dissolving

–Love is coming

* * * * * * *

Mother Mary I hear you

–wailing Grace

The Mountain Top

is ascending Peace

Love never dies

–Jesus Saves

* * * * * * *

Winds of morning

Dolphin set me free

Clinging to the light of dawn

Moonlight fading

Arrival!

* * * * * * *

Embrace the Love

–my Shaman Hero appears

I’m laughing – not dying!

And then,

The Bee – whizz, buzz, pusssshh, lopp!

Tangled jewel

Balling up

My hair on Fire

I pulse!

Angel wing of my heart

I kiss you back

A Senhora winks

[1] Slater, C. (1994) Dance of the Dolphin: Transformation and Disenchantment in the Amazonian Imagination.  University of Chicago Press: Chicago, US.