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Close to my heart
|Posted on May 21, 2018 at 10:57 PM||comments (1)|
A culmination of my life's passion will be shared this year. It involves multi-sensory frequency immersion to shift a subject's suffering and clear low frequency cellular imprinting.
For a lack of better words this is quantum untangling, quantum clearing or even a quantum reset but I call the actual spoken sounds *quantum articulation.
My experimentation with targeted frequencies and the senses has produced complex targeted olfactory frequencies, ingested frequencies, frequencies absorbed through the skin but it is the auditory frequencies that are the easiest to create both macro and micro shifts. Addressing both the inherent collective and individual suffering in a subject. Solfeggio harmonics work well in general but it's the use of this quantum articulation that is clearing human suffering and resetting cellular memory at a phenomenal rate.
Subjects who participated in customised targeted sessions reported instantaneous mental and emotional shifts with residual physical change unfolding in hours and awareness of relational shifts reported over several days. When the quantum clearing happens there is a permanent disconnect from the suffering. It clears and reframes the energy field to the point that it becomes difficult for a subject to connect with even the idea of the previous way of being and impossible to feel any of the previous pain or discomfort related to the issue. For all intents and purposes the old way of being/feeling no longer exists in the past, present or future. It appears to also disengage specific relational entanglement so that it has a ripple effect.
My theory is that the residual of past personal trauma, epigenetics and collective consciousness tether cells in the construct of time and it is the release of these imprints that will allow individuals to clear suffering and access 5-D+ states. It appears that all senses and in this case the articulation of sound is engrained with complex multidimensional layers that hold keys to humanity's anchored relationship in the fabric of space-time.
This project is being applied on a larger scale for a variety of issues and human suffering. The first roll out is an album to assist men in separating from historically confining masculine and feminine imprints, recognising and clearing shadow stories around feminine and masculine expression and reintegrating the divine feminine and divine masculine.
It's called The Resurrection Project - Accelerated Healing for Men
A similar album for women is called Graced - Accelerated Healing for Women.
The test groups for these albums have reported physical and emotional shifts, apparent altered states and transformational life shifts.
*Quantum Articulation - connecting into the specific frequency of a word or words and using a blending of pre-babel indo-European intonation and what's termed "light language" within a heighten state of 5-D+ to create quantum release that has/is/will morph(ed)(ing) to converge with an individual's energy field, this shift works outside space-time, hovering beyond the infinite value of singularity.
|Posted on March 4, 2018 at 10:54 AM||comments (1)|
Technically I don't read words or hear them, I feel them. I feel their frequency in 5-D+ which if you could visualise, floats above time and space. An aerial view of the landscape of past, present, future and multidimensional expanding versions of all.
I feel the strength and weakness of the energy of a grouping of words then tweak and type till the resonance I feel within you matches the feeling inside me. A few paragraphs can take several hours spread out over multiple days.
It's almost impossible for me to see a missing "s", an "ed", a misused word or a fundamental error in grammar. Sometimes my writing will shift from present to past to future all in one sentence. To me they are all here now.
When I read back what I write it's within a loop of the feelings flowing through me to you and back to me, taking place on a screen or page. The closest I can get to grammatical editing is to have it spoken to me so I can feel it outside myself.
As much as it pains me to discover errors after the fact it's nothing in comparison to posting something that hasn't been completely tuned to the frequency of the intent. The Future and A Call to the Divine Feminine in all of Us are two of my writings that have sluggish sections. Just feeling the title of the second is like wading across a river of mud. Lol Like a handful of words awkwardly dancing out of step with content that is moving with the harmony of it's message. To reread discordance in a larger piece is like something pulling my solar plexus in conflicting directions. I imagine it's more like writing musical notes than words.
In the end I except both the typos and the energetic missteps as lessons in humility, rejection of crippling perfectionism, trust that you'll feel and find the message and most importantly that life is to be shared now, real and beautifully human.
|Posted on March 3, 2018 at 10:20 PM||comments (3)|
Somewhere in my depths,
I felt the ego threatened by our inherent connection,
dragging the ill-equiped inner child into the light,
using her innocence and naïvety
to sabotage the potential.
Using her to serve ego's deep desire to be
the sole influencer of the self. Always afraid of being
the odd one out,
the third wheel to our soul and self.
The ultimate compliment it could give you is that you threaten it's existence.
Our inner children only know the shadows of Plato's cave. Fairy tale connections, ancient stories carved into the walls of our DNA.
The child fantasised knightly attributes that she cast on to you. When your movements didn't match her hero's promised unfolding,
the secret villain of every story, grasped her disappointment with revelry,
certain it could be mixed into the caves fire,
the alchemical ingredient to the undoing.
Ego stoked the flames into shadow-driven dances that fearfully played out on the walls... abandonment, unworthiness, rejection.
Gripped by the shadows and the portended death of yet another champion, she was unaware that it was her face, always her face, hidden within the armoured figure she sought. The clues etched deep into the gilded metal are a catalog of narratives depicting the heroine's journey. This engraved mural, beautifully traversing the sabatons to the bascinet, is a pictorial guide of proverbial dragons slain, all with her as the central figure.
Her "imagined you"
becomes a window into my wounds,
the physical you,
a fleshy backdrop for an ego's projections.
I hold her close, I lift, I clear, I analyse,
I lift, clear, analyse some more.
I feel a chill of metal pass over my cheek as my gauntlet caresses her tears.
Her story's arc resets...
we live to love another day.
The you that is your soul,
a hero in your own right,
is rebirthed from the ashes
with the promise of a potent fable to emerge,
lessons earned by our souls and inner children, always the mirrors, always the teachers.
|Posted on January 24, 2018 at 6:23 PM||comments (0)|
The people who have peeked through the pinhole
to the secrets of the universe
discover there is nothing to fix,
nothing to change.
They experience a peace,
a grounded understanding
that cannot be conceived
until it can be.
These people hold you where you are,
you feel perfect and whole and loved.
Loved as if you've seen the secrets with them,
because they know somewhere inside us all
they are there to be rediscovered.
To be re-awoken.
There is nothing to teach me
and everything I want to learn from them.
This is the higher dimension beyond space and time
that calls me home to remember the truer truths.
It is the other side of suffering
It is the perfection of chaos and the bliss of oneness.
Although I journey there,
a truer truth is that I am there
and it's only the reawakening
that is called forth in me.
|Posted on January 14, 2018 at 6:14 PM||comments (4)|
Because you've been where you've been...
Struggled, fallen, crushingly curled around your clenched belly,
your face contorted and mottled with a cry so deep
that only convulsive guttural sounds could take form...
you may think you are unworthy. Unworthy to be a voice, to be a leader...
that your broken mess disqualifies you amongst the sea of "together game changers".
But the world is broken and it needs leaders that understand intimately this fact.
The world needs your hope and hope doesn't live in a perfectly coiffed life.
Hope lives in the mud and pain of your undoing.
Hope lives in you...
that the world has fallen around your feet and you have risen over and over.
Because we don't need another inspired sports analogy
or an over enthusiastic monologue.
We need you...
real, broken, awkward, true and transparent. Because the idea of being any other way than you causes a subtle retch to wash over you.
The world is done with plastered smiles and talk show voices
because we are haemorrhaging.
Assessing our wounds is a form of triage, this is not a place for USO performers but a place for people willing to get knee deep in it.
White teeth and painted on bronzers are the last gasp of a world that does not want to know itself, masks that are no longer sustainable.
And when the masks come off you will see that all those "together game changers"
were broken too and they will need you to show them how to navigate that vulnerability, how to navigate authenticity.
Your hesitance is actually reverence for the undertaking, which just underscores your qualifications for the task ahead.
Do you see? Your whole life has led to this moment. The world needs you...
|Posted on December 22, 2017 at 6:47 PM||comments (0)|
We can no longer afford to be nice (Nice defined as pleasing, agreeable, polite, socially acceptable)
or angry for that matter.
Men and women cannot solve the imbalance of an over masculinised planet with masculine solutions.
We are all accountable. The divine feminine is not a women's trait, but a human trait just as is the masculine.
Not another second of sacrificing our wisdom to placate or inflame the out of control ego.
The planet desperately needs us to re-embrace the natural state of
Grace is forgiving, compassionate, kind, humane, tender-hearted, sympathetic, patient, tolerant, generous, thoughtful, charitable...
We will find our Grace and empower it with Love.
Anger, righteousness, criticism are all fear quivering underneath a puffed out chest. The ego wants you to be outraged, wants you to believe Love is weak, impotent, soft and fluffy. But it is the surging energy of a mother who summons the strength to lift a car from her trapped child. Love is the fierceness that holds someone so dearly that they will challenging them again and again to be accountable to their highest self.
It's time and you can feel the roaring force that will not turn back or cower. It all coming out in the open, the putrefying dysfunction of racism, sexism, homophobia, the raping of our resources... Once buried in the shadows, there is no way to avert our gaze one more time. Move into your courage and Grace and formidable power and take back your divine sovereignty to be whole.
|Posted on December 22, 2017 at 6:30 PM||comments (3)|
You know that past you've been keeping in the back of the closet?
The lies you've got tucked under the bed?
Those secret dreams of changing the world the you've tied up in a silk purse
and keep close to your heart?
Those things that have been pulling to be shared, confessed, lived?
The more they've pulled, the harder you've hidden them?
Well, the universe has just become your friend with no filter. That friend you trust to love you unconditionally with all your secrets is about to spill the beans.
Why? Because you are loved...
and all that holding in,
the self loathing,
the unfulfilled dreams
are making you sick and small.
You are so loved that you will be gifted with a Holy intervention.
Remember that, when it gets ugly and vulnerable and your ego thinks you're going to die.
When you're scratching at the walls desperate to dive into your chosen addiction,
your chosen escape,
and you can't unlock the door,
remember you are loved wholly and completely.
Right now you can choose to step into that room with the blinding lights of truth,
the stark walls of reality and surrender.
Make peace with yourself over and over.
Or you can wait to be dragged kicking and screaming.
Either way you're going in and you will come out transformed.
|Posted on October 28, 2017 at 12:14 AM||comments (0)|
Trying to put words to my gifts and I get all Spock about it...
I process complex information, seeing it in 3+-dimensions,
using myself as a neutral third person observer who observes the first observer.
I use, analyse and manipulate the field to shift suffering, create breakthroughs and manifest material and non-materially.
The most humbling and grace fill aspect is when I am directed through the field to serve strangers in a way that would be most closely called kismet.
I am passionate about creating and providing tools that allow people to independently observe, shift and clear their suffering. I have been gifted a large toolbox of skills that I teach, showing people how hack the field.
I also experiment with and design complex frequencies customised to shift specific types of human conditions to higher vibrational states.
|Posted on October 28, 2017 at 12:09 AM||comments (0)|
Gratitude, to me, is not about being blind to the pain in the world, it about being mindful about the beauty.
Exercising my eyes and ears and heart to notice the gorgeous events unfolding around me.
|Posted on September 15, 2017 at 2:14 AM||comments (0)|
I am... whole, I am... broken
I am... suffering, I am... bliss
I am... everything, I am... nothing
I am... human, I am... spirit
I am... singular, I am... all that is
This is the universe
Breathing in... Breathing out...
You ARE the universe breathing.
Don't dismiss the inhale,
don't fight the exhale.
To deny the dichotomy is tantamount to holding the breath of the divine flowing through you. Surrendering to the rhythm, is to bring the breath in sync with all that is.
Whether you're consciously aware or not you are infinitely lassoing light waves and manifesting them into particles, into being, with simple intention. Begin to flow with the tragedy and ecstasy, all the fullness and the emptiness that is your spirit embodied.
The breath is synchronicity, and you'll find this is where you can begin to effortlessly tap into your divine Grace. This is where all forms of magic and miracles happen.
Remember all that you are