Thursday, December 29, 2016

A Conversation We All Have (LZ's humor .. beware .. :-)

 (Can you stand some morning humor from LZ?)

 It's morning. 
Eyes open.
Body:  I don't want to be awake
Me:  It's inevitable.
Body:  Ok
Body:  Get up.
Me:  Ok
Body:  Take me to the restroom.
Me:  Ok

(5 minutes later ...)
Body:  Take me to the restroom again.
Me:  You just went.
Body:  But I want to go again.
Me:  I'm going to ignore you.
Body:  You'll be sorry if you do.
Me:  Ok.  Fine.

(5 minutes later ...)
Body:  I'm thirsty.
Me:  I know.  Give me a second.
Body:  I want a shower.
Me:  I know.  Give me a second.
Body:  When are we going to eat?
Me:  Give me a minute!

(30 seconds later ...)
Body:  Is a minute up yet?
Me:  Ok.  Ok........ (sigh)  We'll shower.

(30 seconds later ...)
Body:   I want the water hotter.
Me:  Ok, it's hotter.
Body:  Are you going to wash my hair today?
Me:  No.
Body:  But........
Me:  Just no. 
Body:  Ok.  But.....
Me:  No.
Body:  Ok.

(5 minutes later ...)
Body:  I want lotion.
Me:  I know.  Give me a second.
Body:  I want it now.
Me:  I know.  I know.  (sigh)
Body:  Rub my feet, ok?
Me:  Ok.

 (5 minutes later ...)
Body:  Take me to the restroom.
Me:  No.
Body:   You'll be sorr........
Me:  Ok.  Ok.

(5 minutes later ...)
Body:  I'm hungry
Me:  I know.  Give me a second.
Body:  I'm thirsty.
Me:  You know, don't you, that drinking all this water is why we have to go the restroom all the time, right?
Body:  I'm thirsty.

 (25 minutes later ...)
 Me:  You're fed.  You're washed.  You have lotion.  Your feet have been rubbed.  Now can I have some time to do my own thing?
Body:  You forgot to brush my teeth.
Me:  (sigh)  You're right.

(5 minutes later ...)
Me:  NOW are you satisfied?
Body:  We'll see.........

 (5 minutes later ...)
Body:  I want.......
Me:  Shut up.
Body:  But.........
Me:  Shut up.  (pause)  You realize, don't you, that if we stay on the planet for 70 years or so, that you will have had so many showers that even God won't be able to count them?
Body:  You brush my teeth more times than you shower.  (lol)
Me:  You're the one who's going to have to tally up the numbers after I'm gone.  You know that, right?
Body:  Don't count on it...........

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Wednesday, October 19, 2016

One Degree

It was not going to be a normal night.  Visiting the massive craft that was overseen by Commander Wartauk was not unusual but when he gave her 'that look' and gestured for her to follow him, she knew things were about to get interesting.

The corridor that spanned the length of the craft stretched from one coast of the United States to the other yet navigating it took less than five seconds.  Reaching the corridor's end, Commander Wartauk held a door open and nodded for her to proceed.  This would be the first time she'd ever been in a part of the craft that was not what she thought of as the 'main floor.'

Descending one flight of stairs, she found herself staring at a docking bay that appeared to be about as large as the State of Texas.  Perhaps larger.  What caught her attention more than the size though was the embracing silence.  There was activity all around.  Beings moved from one small craft to another, obviously preparing for something.  But somehow the hundred or so Beings, and all of the hustle, made no sound at all.

"We'll have to cover a lot of ground quickly," Commander Wartauk advised her.

She simply nodded as he looked down at her, expecting a reaction.

"We'll be visiting every planet in the solar system to place these."

She nodded again.  It was obvious that he was assuming that she knew what was going on.  She made a mental effort to kickstart her intuition and tune in to what was going on.  Instantly it clicked in.  Omg, was her first thought.  It was her second thought as well.  And her third.

Eyes wide with anticipation, she followed the Commander as he headed toward the small craft that was closest to the docking bay door.  If you could call it a 'door.'  It had to be about 1,000 miles wide, it seemed.  She stood for a moment, gazing at the awe-inspiring sight of the Atlantic Ocean below.

Feeling the urgency of the Commander behind her, she turned to follow him as he boarded the small craft.  It could not have been more than five seconds before they were hurtling away from Planet Earth, heading toward the first planet they were to visit that night.

Now back on Earth after a night that had been like no other, she sat silently.  The enormity of what was taking place was magnificent to behold.  The sense of great change coming upon an entire universe seemed somehow familiar to her.  Perhaps events such as this had taken place before.  In some other universe.  In some other distant time.  Perhaps she had witnessed it.  Or maybe even participated.  But this particular moment was tactile.  It was odd, she knew, to think that she could almost taste the energy of change.  But how else to explain that every atom of her being was seriously involved in the energy of what had just taken place.  And what it meant to the future of Earth and its Universe.

How could this be explained?  What simple words could be wrapped around something so vast? 

One degree.  One tiny turn of the energetic spin of a universe.  One tweak of a Fibonacci-like spiral of energy that was once the birthplace of a universe.

What would come next?

The excitement thrilled up and down her spine.  Her brain tingled with the thought of what might come.  But it was morning.  Her thoughts drew away from the infinite .. into the moment .. the day was waiting.

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Wednesday, August 24, 2016

This Craft.......

This is not my picture .. but I've loved it since I first saw it.

 It was possibly 1992.  (I'm not good with time, dates, calendars and so am not sure of the date.)

(adding a note ... after writing & publishing ...
Now that I am fully back on this planet .. I realize that I have the date completely wrong. It was about 2002. What can I say...... :-)

Excitement was in the air.  I would fly to Denver where I would do book signings.  CALLED was going to get it's send-off into the world.  (I thought.)

For the first time in my experience of flying with someone else, my traveling companion and I were not seated together.  Because this was such a huge event, and we were so excited, we were both a bit disconcerted.  But I settled into my seat, alone, and put the seat belt on.  Within seconds after take-off, I was not on the flight to Denver.  I was somewhere else entirely.

There are no 3-D words to describe what took place or how it all happened.  But then again, there are no 3-D words for most things I've experienced.  And so, bear with me.  I can only say this.  I was not aboard the airplane.  I was aboard a Craft.  There was no physicality about me at all, there in the 3-D world of Earth.  I was unaware of the entire flight that plane took to get to Denver.  I was placed back into the plane just a minute or two before landing.

On some level of my soul's reality, I was aware of this Craft because there was no alarm at all when I found myself there.  I was perfectly comfortable with greeting the Commander.  Commander Wartauk was his name, which I somehow knew before he spoke it.  He welcomed me aboard and began to show me around.  Oh .. I should mention .. before I go too far into the story .. the Craft is as large as the United States.

Yes.  That large.  And it was sitting directly above the United States.  Commander Wartauk showed me the perimeters of the Craft.  In some fashion that I can't explain, we were able to travel from one end of the Craft to another in less than one second.  I was enthralled.  (Needless to say.)

We traveled down what I consider to be the central corridor.  That took us from California to Florida.  And then from the Canadian border on down to Mexico.

As we traveled the main corridor(s) we were passing door after door, room after room.  All the while the Commander was explaining things he wanted me to know.  There were 17 different ET societies that worked aboard the Craft.  Their mission had everything to do with Planet Earth and not much to do with those who lived on the planet.  The planet plays an essential part in the Universe and must be healthy in order to be in the role/position that it needs to be in.  As well as .. an unhealthy planet impacts the entire Universe.  Like a cancerous cell within a human body, the entire body becomes 'sick.'  Such is the way with the Universe, if you think of it as a body.  Which, in some ways, it is.

I found myself suddenly over Denver.  We were standing in front of what can best be described as a podium made out of polyurethane.  I'm sure that it wasn't, but the podium was clear and had a similar appearance in texture, etc.  On top of the podium were maps.  There were a stack of them.  All clear.  See-through, if you will.  And so .. similar to thin-thin polyurethane sheets/film.

The Commander's shoulder gently touched mine as he leaned across me to lift the top map in order to show me the one underneath.  A rush of honor swept through me.  To be in this position.  With this great Being.  I fought back tears and looked at what he was showing me.  I am still a bit unclear, even after years of thinking about this, what the maps were depicting and how to describe what he was showing me.  The one most clear to me seemed to be a map of the system that feeds electricity to the city.  To the region of Denver.  Another seemed to be the underground sewage system.  The one that I least understood, at the time, seemed to be a map of an energy-matrix, for lack of a better way to describe it.  I didn't understand the matrix concept then, but I am ever so familiar with it now.

After the Commander had shown me all 12 maps he gently laid them down on the podium and .. voila' .. somehow I was above Florida.  Standing in front of a podium.  Looking at similar maps.

And then another city.  And another.

There came a moment when I had apparently seen enough.  I found myself standing, the Commander at my side, looking down at the entire Pacific Coastline.  He pointed to 'openings' along the bottom of the Craft.  Like skylights.  But opening to the Earth below rather than the sky above.  A mechanism that I could not possibly describe was issuing beams of light from the Craft to the surface of the planet.  It is only now, approximately 24 years later, that I am able to identify what areas along the Coast were being 'hit' by these beams of light.

It was only months ago that I was shown the placement of what I call 'crystalline structures.'  These 'crystals' are as large as a small town.  They are crystalline in nature but are not exactly crystals as we know them.

The depiction of the placement of the 'crystalline structures' is approx. ..but pretty darn close.  There are more along the Coast but these are the 4 that I felt drawn to feature.

After he was certain that I'd seen all of the 'light beams' for the Pacific .. voila' .. we were above the Atlantic Coastline of the United States.  Beams of light were hitting along that Coastline as well.  Whether there are 'crystalline structures' there .. I do not know.  I've been working with the energy of the Pacific Region since 1975 and so am familiar only with this area.  The portion of information about the north and south perimeters of the Craft were so fleeting that it couldn't have been more than a second or two.  My memory is sketchy on this but .. if memory serves me right .. there was only one beam of light to the north, on the Canadian border, and one beam of light to the south, on the Mexico border.  (approximately in the 'center' of the U.S.)


I have visited with Commander Wartauk many times since my first visit.  This morning I was there again.  I left with full-body-chills, which continued on for several minutes after I left the Craft.  Along with the deeper insights I was given regarding my own purpose on this planet, the full impact of the energy of this Craft and it's purpose and influence touched every cell of my body.  For the first time, Commander Wartauk asked me to share what he had given me 24 years ago.  Though he didn't give his reason, the unspoken filled my entire being.  I could not help but be overwhelmed.

In my 40+ years of interacting with other-dimensional Beings I can say that everything I have been given ends up having great significance.  There has always .. always .. been huge significance and Truth.  It may not always have been immediately known or understood.  But as time passed, the reason was always revealed.

Such is the case with today's request to speak of this experience now, after my years of non-sharing.
Commander Wartauk and this Craft are part of another massive energetic effort that I have been witnessing with the Pacific Ocean.  Everything is inter-connected and everyone is working together.  I believe, with all that I am, that the energy of those who remain mostly unseen but who are here to save this planet, will impact in ways we cannot imagine.  I also believe that the impact is why I was asked to share this story.

As you can see, the efforts of 'others' who are here to assist this planet have been on-going for years.  What happened many years ago was preparation for what is happening now.  What is happening now is preparation for what is to come.

There is so much more...... But, as always, it would take me a book .. or two or three .. or forty .. to tell all that I am witnessing.  Your intuition and Knowing may be touched by this story.  If so .. I've done my job.  (smile)

++++  I'm going to add a personal note .... what I've not mentioned before, to those who follow my work ......  When I'm interacting with the higher dimensions, and when I'm writing, I don't eat, drink, sleep, or (really) function on this Earth-plane.  That said, you'll see typos and mistakes quite often, I imagine.  I do my best to bridge the gap and get things right .. but where I am when I'm 'out there' .. well .. there is no time or calendar .. and using 3-D fingers to type .. well .. you can probably imagine.  (chuckle)  Love to ALL and thank you so much to those who believe in my work and who put up with my idiosyncrasies. 


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Wednesday, April 27, 2016

I Am Too Short To Get Off My 'High Horse'

When I was aboard The Esartania the other night, Commander Korton advised me that I was, in his words, 'a radical.'  I had never thought of myself in that way but I now find myself so grateful for his words that I'm beside myself with gratitude.  Something was triggered with his words.  A piece of myself rampaged it's way to the surface and has been vocalizing itself ever since.  And not in a quiet way, I might add.

I recall a planet where the people who were not 'in charge' were housed.  Their quarters were similar to bunk houses and their beds were similar to bunk beds.  People stacked like firewood.

A whistle so loud it would pierce the ears of God sounded at first light.  The people shuffled off to the long, plank tables.  They shoveled the morning porridge into their mouths without tasting it.  Well, honestly, it had no taste.  In a single-file line they shuffled to the mouths of caves.  Counted, they were pushed into the darkness.  There they labored for a full day, every day, mining for the riches of the earth, the planet.  The riches that would then fill the coffers of the 'masters.'

I remember the end like it was yesterday.   In a single fell swoop all life was over.  The planet fell silent and the morning whistle no longer blew.  I remember looking back to see the riches piled upon the ground.  They belonged to no one then.  They belong to no one now.

The freedom of death treated everyone equally.  The 'masters' stood, unclothed, beside the unclothed and weary workers.  Death seems to do that.  Bring equality where there was none.

I have a more recent memory.  Standing in the dimly lit control room, looking out upon the vast beauty of the Universe.  A single planet, so beautiful to observe yet so troubled.  The power and control of the few might have looked different than the planet where life had died.  But, in truth, it was no different.  People made rules.  Other people followed them.  People made decisions.  Other people listened to them.  People barked orders.  Other people obeyed.

I observed that people were assigned numbers.  And they were tracked throughout their lifetime.  Every move they made could be known, if someone cared to know.  They were asked to prove who they were ... time and time again.  No move could be made without first proving themselves.  What was the reason, I wondered.

A quiet voice at my shoulder advised me that the people were living in a vacuum of repression.  Repressing the truth of who they were outside of the prison they had chosen, the reality they had opted to manifest.

"The repression of one's full Truth," the quiet voice went on, "is the cause of anger, pain, fear, and giving one's power away to the lie that they are powerless.  No one person has power over another.  And yet that certainly is the way it appears."

"How does this continue?" I asked.  "And what can be done to end it?"

"The key here is self-responsibility.  If every person took the responsibility of his or her own Truth into himself, the full awareness of who they truly are would surface within them.  The realization that every person is an aspect of Divine Infinity and no one person has the permission of Infinity to control another.  No one soul would harm another.  People are controlled by fear.  If people stop harming each other, fear would subside.  If fear subsides, the need to control as well as the ability to control would begin to dissipate."

It all made so much sense to me then, as I stood gazing upon the distant beauty of the planet.  It all seemed so simple.  All it would take, I remember thinking, is for people to remember that they are Divine Aspects.  They would stop harming each other.  The fear would stop.  Giving one's power away to the people who were capitalizing on the fear would stop.  The lies that were used to control people would stop.  Well, I could go on but I'm sure you see my line of thinking.

Ahhhh, the innocence we stand in when we first gaze upon what, from a distance, seems to be a problem that is easily fixed.

Well, you know what I mean.  I'm certain you do.

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Friday, April 15, 2016

Beyond Existence

As I stood on the edge of existence this morning, April 15, 2016, the memory of another time filled me with its presence.  Was it only a month ago?  Was it a year?  I wasn't sure, for all things were one and time was non-existent.  The memory was not a memory but instead was a piece  of my soul.  My own infinity.  My truth.

I have not spoken of it.  I thought I never would.  To have merged with the Presence that I call God and to have been taken to the edge of this existence, well, that was enough for me to speak out loud.  Far too much for most to accept.  But my experience hadn't ended there and I realize, on this day, that I am called to speak of it now.

Existence is only a small room in a home too large to fit into a word.  I stood on the edge of the 'doorway' leading out.  I looked upon the majestic sight of a billion other existences, shining like distant lights in the darkened night.

This time, like the last time, like the very first time, my soul was nothing but yearning.  The expanse of a billion existences was mine to explore.  Mine to love.  And love it I do. I am a solitary atom, free to gaze upon, perhaps touch, any atom within a billion existence.  I am alone.  But I am one with All.  I want to stand forever, looking upon the vastness that is too massive to describe.  It is more familiar to me than this place they call Earth.

But I am gently turned and I look back through the immensity of this existence and somewhere, somewhere beyond my vision's reach, there is a universe that holds the planet they call Earth.  And I know that I exist there at the moment.  It is real.  But not as real as the place where I now stand.

The voice I so often hear whispers to my moment and to my reason for living in a place so small.  I listened.  And coming back to Earth I find this piece I've posted here below.  I have no recollection of creating it.  But I take note now of the date on the file and on the piece itself.  It is this date.  Two years ago.  I am asked to share it now.  Along with the secret that is not a secret at all.

The word 'existence' would seem to suggest .. 'all that is.'  In my world, it does not.  There are a billion existences.  And they are beautiful beyond any minuscule Earth-words could possibly describe.  And as I speak of this now the reason is clear.  The souls on Earth are meant to break the habit of limited thinking.  It is possible to have awareness of All and still be limited to this infinitesimal reality we call Earth.  It is meant that Humanity learn to live with full awareness.  It is this avenue that will take Earth's reality to a different place of Being.

Infinite souls who are aware of All choose to view life from a different perspective.  One so all-encompassing it does not choose to act with violence, disdain, judgment, or any of the other actions that insult the soul of another.  Expand your mind.  Expand your reality.  Your reality will change.

April 15, 2014

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Monday, March 14, 2016

You Are Not Ascending

Ok, now that I have your attention with that title .. Breathe.  (smile)

As several people have mentioned to me, I tend to say 'I could write a book about that,' a lot.  Which is true.  Every 24 hours of my Earth-experience seem to bring a plethora of insights, messages, 'metaphysical' experiences, etc.  I find myself frustrated that I can't relay everything to everyone.  But there are times when the insights .. ah-ha moments .. demand to be spoken, if only in a short blog.  This subject matter could actually be an entire book, but this blog will have to suffice for the moment.  And, yes, this 'topic' took less than a nano-second to be 'downloaded' into my awareness.

Please bear with me as I attempt to cover this ah-ha moment in this brief fashion.  It is my Intention that the energy of this blog/offering will be 'dropped into' the reader's energy field and will then continue to unfold for those who are interested in this insight/message.

I have been working 'behind the scenes' with a few people .. working with a 'new' energy that is referred to as 'healing the impact.'  This energy-work was given to me through my higher-dimensional connections and I found it so life-changing, and so intense, that I needed to slow things down and absorb as much as possible.  The potential, after it was all explained to me, was beyond any of the work I've done up until this time.  I mention this because I believe that this latest phase of energy-work is what led to this revelation, this blog.

..... Now for the point of the blog .....

We are infinite souls.  The energy of who we are exists in all dimensions, all time, and all space.  We are not separate from anything.  It is our focus that keeps us where we are .. here in this 3-D reality. 

I have heard about 'the ascension process' since 1975.  But it has never resonated with me.  Never one to argue, I've simply ignored the subject matter and gone about my merry little way. 

That being said, it was a complete surprise when it was mentioned to me through Divine Guidance this morning.  These words were spoken out loud .. loudly .. as I was meditating.

"No one is ascending.  Everyone is simply returning."

Ok .. you have my attention.  Go on, please.

"The work you have been doing ('healing the impact') has led you back to the energy of the moment before arriving on the planet.  The point has been to eliminate the impact your Earth-experiences have had upon your energy field.  When the impact is gone, the energy of your Truth has the space it needs to fully return and be infused throughout your body.

"The Truth is, every person is a multi-dimensional Being, and is existing in multiple dimensions.  When it is called for, in order for the soul to have the experience, focus is placed on the third dimension and an aspect of the soul manifests within that dimensional frequency. 

"The third dimension is one of the most dense.  It offers some of the darkest energies and experiences that exist.  When a soul chooses to focus on .. 'drop down into,' if you will .. a 3-D experience it is choosing to explore not only it's darkness but it's ability to function within that darkness.  To learn from it.  You learn your own Light when you learn your own darkness."

I love that.  "You learn your own Light when you learn your own darkness."

I was flooded .. literally .. with 40 years worth of understanding in a matter of seconds.  I won't go into all of that .. but .. wow .. what a morning!  A life-changing morning.

Let's go back to why no one is ascending.

Can you tell me more?

"Every dimensional aspect of a person's soul is always .. always .. accessible.  No one is separate from oneself.  The only thing that causes one to lose touch with one's higher frequencies is their need to focus on the moment.  On the 3-D experience and what is being learned.  Every soul will stay submerged in their own darkness, their own tangible reality, if you will, until their soul no longer needs the knowledge that comes through that experience.  Every soul is manifesting their experiences in order to reach the goal of understanding darkness.  Darkness only exists in a reality-frequency that is tangible.  If nothing is tangible, only light exists.  There are no shadows.  No solid forms that, simply by being in solid form, create darkness."

That's always been the way I've understood things.  Yes.  It makes total sense.  It also helps put the 'argument' about whether we create our own reality or not into a little different perspective.  Do you see what I mean?

"In other words; a soul shifts focus from it's own infinite light to a place within existence that allows darkness to exist.  This leads us to why we say ... you are not ascending.  You are returning.

"The energy work, the quest for understanding and spiritually evolving, is magnificent.  Many are clearing their own darkness by accepting and understanding their own darkness.  As the darkness clears, the higher dimensional frequencies are more accessible.  More Light is coming into the darkness.  In other words .. you each are learning your Light by understanding your darkness."

Wait a minute.  Let me phrase it this way.  People are not ascending into some distant and dreamlike reality that exists in fifth dimension.  Or eighth.  Or any other.  People are returning to themselves.  Incorporating .. infusing .. the higher dimensional frequencies of who they are into this 3-D density.  This reality.  This planet/world.



Oh .. I could go on for hours .. there was so much more that was offered this morning.  But I need to stop now.  I hope that this blog touches the souls of all who are interested and who can resonate with this offering.  It is only my Intention to assist.  May Blessings flow into the hearts of ALL.

Love and Truth to ALL


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Wednesday, March 9, 2016

The Midnight Hour


As a rule, nowadays, I am viewed as a spiritualist, if we might call it that.  Even I, at times, forget that I am an artist first.  An author.  A person who finds joy in giving words the power to paint a picture.  Hopefully a picture that stirs the depths of the reader's soul. 

I have found that, when the painter of words within me is silent, busy with the days, it will finally rise at midnight, spewing words into the room too fast for me to catch and place on paper.  On this night I caught them.  Laid them carefully together in a row.  Allowing them the freedom to paint their story.  I give them now to those who enjoy .. 'just words' upon paper.


There came a midnight moment.  Your soul, standing in the shadows, wakes me.  Your presence brings the question back to me.  The one I've asked myself so many times.  Abandoned when no answer came.

Do the ones who cause harm lay awake in stagnant pools of memories?  Or is it only the wounded ones who keep the night awake?

 I refuse to ask the question of your soul again.  I stare at you.  Waiting.  Will you speak?

As your silence fills the room I understand that it is your silence I must hear.  I begin to hear your dread.  Your soul replays the harm it's done.  It drips with pain, filling the room with ancient tears.

It is then that I realize that we are separate.  Perhaps we always were, though we often spoke of being one.  I have moved away.  Behind me is the ocean of tears.  The bloody ribbons of memories and tangled words lay on the shore of what was.

The presence of your soul stirs mine and I begin to breathe again.  Perhaps for the first time, really, since you chose to give me your sword instead of your truth.  I am free.  Wings made of light touch me.  Lift me.  I realize they are my own.

Floating in my soul's own light, I watch your silence as though it is tangible.  Oh, wait.  It is.  You are gripped by the iron-strong steel of your own resolution.

I understand now.  Your presence.  Your soul.  It has come to me to find it's freedom.

I cannot give you freedom.  I can only tell you that it's already yours.

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Thursday, February 4, 2016

I'm Going To Tell You A Story

A story that might be as many as a million years in it's unfolding would be impossible to tell. That was my first thought when it came to me that it was time to speak of what I know. But, as it always goes, the stories within me clamor louder with every minute if I refuse to set them free. And so here you are, dear reader. I will give you some pieces of this ancient, ancient story and allow your imagination (or your memory) to tell you the rest.

It was a dull and dreary morning, the air too thick to encourage the simple act of breathing. The smell of yesterday's dust still hung in the air. The people staggered from their cells and headed, with feet as heavy as lead, to the underground caverns where they slaved. Overseers eyed them closely, studying them like bugs that had been sprayed and were stumbling toward death.

Into the dark cavern where light never lived. Walls as dry as talc and air just as thick. But there was treasure there. Or so they had been told. Treasure that brought riches to the rulers of the land.

It was a piece of the Universe that had become a prison. A place that had been seen as a place of riches that would give the rulers power. Power over what, you ask. I cannot say. Only the controllers know their reasoning.

From the tiny, limited view of the solitary man who slaved in the darkness, gathering riches for the overlords, it was not clear that the Universe had suffered from a circumstance that caused a place of freedom to become a prison. He would mine for riches until he could no longer work. He would die. He would be replaced.

Something that was also unknown by the solitary man was that the overlords were not satisfied. They had done a re-con in 'the neighborhood.' Aha! There was a planet in the far regions that had new and different riches. Not only did it hold promise in that way but it was a planet unto itself. A solitary ball of life, floating in the Universe without a care. Nothing to impede an assault upon it's borders.

"So easily imprisoned," whispered one of the overlords to another as they stared at the planet with greed dripping from their eyes.

"The potential is so enticing," was the slimy reply.

The energy of dread raced through the Universe, touching every free thing, causing a sense of alarm whose origin was not known at the time. The memory of those words and the tangible exultation in the souls of the overlords still causes my spine to tingle with alarm. A million years cannot silence the high alert of danger.

The danger in the air caught the attention of many. A quickly organized group of advanced souls, we'll call them 'aliens' for the sake of the story, flew to Earth and methodically worked to set up places of power that would allow the people of Earth to stay connected, energetically, to the Truths of the rest of the Universe. 'Just in case,' was the pessimistic statement they used to assure the humans. Just in case.

Just in case the plan of the overlords was successful.

The plan was diabolical. But it was so complex and beyond the imagination that surely it was impossible. To even have been dreamt of it caused the mind to stumble and fall into a state of incredulity. It was not possible to enslave an entire planet. But just in case......

I remember standing, shoulder to shoulder, in solidarity and satisfaction, with my tall, rail-thin friend. Together we watched the placing of the final stone in the pyramid.

I smiled into his almond-shaped, deep-deep eyes as he turned to smile into mine. "I'm pleased with it," he said.

"As am I," I replied with a smile. I touched his thin arm with tenderness, knowing he was weary and trying to hide it from me. I turned back to the incredible sight of the massive pyramid, reaching toward the skies and the truths that lived there. "Always an energy of Truth." I murmured. "Even if the threat to them fails the efforts of placing these avenues of Truth will always stand as reminders."

I wonder now at my innocence for even as the words left my mouth I sensed a movement in the energy field above the glimmering desert. I turned to Commander Korton in surprise. He had sensed the same thing I had. The matrix had been placed. The prison had fallen over the borders of Earth. The overlords had taken control.

How long would it last? How invasive would it be? What consequences would befall the humans? What lies would they learn to believe? What truths would they forget?

I have not counted the years since that fateful day. There have been many. I stand here now, looking at the empty space where once a 'tower' of the matrix once stood. There is nothingness here now. But there is freedom.

One leg of the matrix is missing and the matrix can no longer stand. How long will it take to crumble with it's missing leg? Not long, I venture to say.

I have left much of the story out, of course. Pieces from then and pieces from now. Every day of my life, as I wander through the mysteries they gave me, reveals a piece of the unseen effort that has played out behind the scenes. The mysteries that have led to this step toward freedom. There are many here on Earth now who know the story. Who may have hidden it in the recesses of their minds. Or been distracted by the density in which they have had to live. Some say it has been a sacrifice to come to a place that has so much pain. I think not. I think it has been an honor.

We have come to free a planet from a prison woven with lies that were meant to make us forget our power and our Truth. We have reached a place of success. It was not known if it could be done. But we did it. It is not known how long it will take to replace the matrix, the lies, with the Truths. But time does not matter. What matters is the success. The first pillar has fallen. It is only a matter of time until the others follow.

From the author: In recent days the total infinity of my soul has been stirring. Like a dragon awakening from a century-long sleep. Memories have surfaced and they demand to be recognized as Truth. Ten thousand years ago feels like only yesterday. The secrets that 'others' have tried so hard to keep are no longer hidden. My reticence to speak of things is falling away. I guess my soul is much more vocal than 'I.' (smile)

I remember arriving on this planet and I remember my resistance. I knew of the matrix, the grid, the mind control, whatever term you care to use. I knew of the lies and I knew of the pain. Through the years I've wondered about my sanity for taking on such a journey. (I know I'm not alone in that thought.) But as these last months have given me revelation after revelation, insight after insight, I find myself in awe at what has, and is, unfolding.

In my humble opinion (and observation), we are here to free a planet from a deliberately placed prison built of energy and diabolical intention. I was only five years old when I remembered who had placed it. They were aware of that and did everything they could to stop me from my work to help achieve freedom. I know others who have walked the same path as I. Every effort has failed and here we are now ... on the steps of success that I never, honestly, thought I'd live to see.

We can celebrate now. Yes. But there is more work to be done. This Earth and its people are going to see changes that are going to stun many. Please know that every single thing that plays out has a Divine Reason. What looks 'bad' is just a necessary step that needs to be taken on this road to eventual freedom. Have no fear. We are on a mission that I can now steadfastly say will be successful. We are the change. And we are making it happen.

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Sunday, January 31, 2016

This Is My Silence

This world has always been filled with far too much noise, in my opinion. Noise of all kinds, both inner and outer. People scream. Thoughts scream. Pain screams. And then there's boom boxes...... But let me get back on track. (smile)

Thoughts interfere with inner silence and, in my experience, inner silence is where we meet God. As time moves on and (seemingly) takes me further away from those moments I spent with God while on 'the other side,' I find myself less and less able to listen to the outer world and more and more craving my inner world. Of course it's obvious why. My time spent with The Presence of God "over there" drives my very existence. And when circumstances cause me to question my existence and reason for being in this place and time, God is the only answer.

I find myself repeating that constantly.

God is my only answer.

My quest, since 'meeting God' in 1974 has been to understand God. I didn't realize what a challenge I was presenting to myself. But I don't regret a minute of it. I have, to a great degree, not made this a topic of conversation throughout the years. For many reasons. But one of the reasons is that I didn't feel qualified to speak. It seemed to me that I should know much more before I put tangibility to my thoughts.

Those of you who follow my work .. my wandering thoughts .. are probably aware of my decision to step back and go into silence for a while. I felt a personal transition edging it's way toward me and knew that it had everything to do with God and nothing at all to do with this little 3-D world. Since every transition brings me closer to God I don't need to tell you that I was very eager to follow wherever I was being led.

Which leads me to this......
As God's energy merged with me this morning a plethora of understandings came to me. Too many to put into a blog but it seemed like a good idea to address a small bit of what transpired.

Humanity functions largely through the process of power and control. One of the .. ahem .. 'downfalls' to that is the 'need' to control one's reality, one's life experience. Whether conscious or unconscious, most people tend to dwell on what they can 'do to' their lives. I use the words 'do to' instead of 'with' for a subtle reason. If you think of the difference and relate that to the issue of power and control, you'll 'get' the nuance. What are we missing out on if we have a strangle-hold on what we allow our life-experience to be?

As the floodgates opened to allow God's energy to flow this morning, the realization that most of Humanity is seeking to control their Earth-experience became crystal clear. The judgments we place upon everything .. literally everything .. creates a box where God does not live. What I mean by that is ... God is unlimited and has no judgment. We are given Divine Allowance to experience whatever we choose. Human society has become the decision-maker about what is and is not possible. What is and is not acceptable. What is and is not 'right' or 'wrong.' 'Miracles' are dismissed and phoo-phooed. (Is that how you spell that?) What happens when something or someone is dismissed and cast off as implausible? Or unacceptable? Normally it goes away, goes into silence.

And so we create a reality where God is limited in how that Divine and Infinite Energy can interact with our lives. WE decide what is possible and what is not. And so WE are the ones who have created the box in which we live. The limitations that form the reality we accept as 'real.'

If I had to sum up the point I'm trying to make, it would be this.......

What if we met God where God resides?

What if we allowed the full essence of God, Creator of All That Is, Infinity, or whatever term/vision fits for you, to take us (Humanity) where it's never gone before. What if we opened up to all that lives within the entirety of existence and allowed our lives to be touched by things we've never allowed ourselves to believe in before? What if we stopped telling ourselves what is and isn't possible and allowed Infinity to take us out of the box we've built?

Since I met God's energy in 1974, I have had miracle upon miracle upon miracle. Every day shows me more. Every day brings me closer to understanding. I want that for ALL people. Their is no boundary, no separation, between you and All That Is. Everything outside of this world, this reality, this Universe ... it's all available to you if you choose to allow it into your life.

What if you met God where God resides?

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Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Time, Healing, Grief, and Curtain Rods

I'll begin by saying that there is no one who knows the full story. It's too much for me to keep track of, much less someone who is standing on the sidelines or simply passing by. Suffice it to say that there are 40-plus years of 24/7 'events' that go beyond the norm. And that's putting it mildly.

That's my lead-in to explain the 'curtain rod' part of the blog title. Another 'other world' occurrence that is normal for me but not so much to others. It is 6:00am, still dark outside. The windows are closed against the chill in the air and the rain being scattered around by the wind. These particular curtains that keep me from seeing the world outside have what I call 'pull rods.' You know those rods that attach to the top of the curtain and hang down so that you can easily draw them? There are two of them to a set of curtains. One for the curtain that draws to the right. One for the left. (But you knew that without me telling you .. smile.)

The air in the room is still. The curtains are still. And I am still. Lost in thought, I stare across the room without seeing. That is until movement catches my eye. One of the curtain rods is swinging wildly. Spinning clockwise. Without a pause it turns to spin counter-clockwise. Now side to side. And back to spinning. The curtain is still. The other rod is still. The air is still. This rod has gone manic. But of course that's not possible.

You would have to be me, I suppose, with (again) 24/7 situations like this for many years, to understand what I did next. I decided to ask it what was going on. Does a curtain rod speak? Probably not. But whatever force was moving it does.

"You need to write the blog you're thinking about." The voice was out loud and crystal clear. It almost had a tangible quality to it, it was that powerful.

I actually had thought about a blog earlier this morning but had decided that it was unnecessary. Apparently 'someone' disagreed with my decision. The very second I opened this blog and typed the title, the rod became utterly still. Maybe it's my wild imagination but, as I type this, I feel as though it's watching me, preparing to go into wild gyrations if I change my mind about writing. Yes. Yes. I know it sounds weird. But then again ... my life is weird.

Do I feel bossed around by a curtain rod? hummm...... Let me think about that.

Well, let's get down to the reason for this blog that I wasn't going to write.

The day began with the thought of how many talented and great souls have left the planet in an amazingly short period of time. In three weeks we have probably lost more people than we have in a 'normal' 6-month period of time. I assume there's a party that we're not invited to? What great talent ... and our world will be lesser for it.

The thought of those left behind came to me, of course, which turned my thoughts to the 'process' of grief. They say that time heals all. I disagree. Time does not heal us when we are touched by grief. We are changed. We are different. We will never be the same. We learn to adapt. We bring our scars into our way of being and we learn to be someone we never thought we would be.

There is a sadness that lingers in the background of every thought. The world marches on but we see it differently. Our hearts respond to every word with a heightened sense of awareness of the energy behind that word. There is a new awareness behind the numbness that the scars bring into our world. What heals us is our adaptation to who we are now and the letting-go of who we were then. Everything happens for a reason and much of the time we will never know what the reason is. There is a certain level of peace that comes with that acceptance.

I feel tremendously blessed to have found my way to a much deeper level of understanding through the path of grief. I spoke of that in an earlier blog. Quite simply ... one cannot know God without knowing the scars of God. I imagine the pain we cause each other is, on many levels, the pain that God has to absorb. Heal. Accept. Whatever word you may wish to put to this.

Now to the bottom line 'message' of why this blog came to my thoughts in the first place. Some may have noticed, as the days, weeks, and now months, have passed, that I grow quieter. I think it became even more evident after a recent encounter with God. The words spoken to me were: "You are in a human body but you are no longer in the human experience."

That may seem like a dichotomy to many but it is completely understandable to me. And feels like a Truth that is so deep it touches the marrow of my bones. My soul's path has always been my primary concern/focus and ignoring what 'the world may think' barely comes into my thought processes. Which means that I am largely misunderstood, often judged, and rarely embraced for the choices I make. That said, I am in a place of making choices that may impact everything.

Following a life-changing .. soul-changing .. day (event) that will forever live in my soul's memory, I made my life all about helping others. I reached out to people around the world and offered my assistance in every way that I could manage. I received blessing after blessing as people allowed me to help them awaken to the truth of who they are, take their power back and claim their lives, find their purpose, and raise their vibration to their highest potential. I am honored, blessed, and tear-filled as I witness the changes in the lives of the people I've connected with.

As huge as the blessings were for me, and as grateful as I am to everyone who allowed me to touch their lives, I've come to realize that it's time to address a deeper level of healing for myself. I have changed in ways that I didn't think possible and have not given myself time to adjust to those changes. Nor time to realize what those changes mean to the rest of my life. I am going forward as a person who is entirely different than I ever thought I would be. And it's time to honor those changes and allow them to show me where my soul needs to go.

I don't know for certain where I'm going or what will happen next but those things don't concern me. I walk in total faith and Absolute Knowing that my moments are led by God. But what does concern me is the possibility that anyone might take my changes personally. My silence is a necessity as I dive deeper into my relationship with God. It does not exclude anyone, though it may appear that way. I believe, with my soul, that the healing of one helps the healing of ALL. What affects one, affects ALL. It is my Intention that, as my energy changes and heals, that ALL who share this planet will be touched by the healing. It is my hope that no one on this planet goes untouched by the touches that God gives to me.

With this, I can say ... web sites may change, social interactions will change, blogs/books/etc. may change. What will NOT change is my soul's love for every other soul and for this incredibly beautiful planet we share. My heart goes out to all who experience difficult times and the Knowing that I can share with you is that God sees every nano-second of your experience. You are not separate and you are not alone.

And the curtain rod is now still. I guess I have said what needed to be said.

With love to ALL from my soul to yours.
Lauren Zimmerman,

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Sunday, January 10, 2016

In the Dream..........

In the dream that was not a dream I sat perched on the wide, wooden railing of the porch. The wood was slightly rotting, the building's white paint peeling from the years and the dampness in the air. The porch was wide, with small tables and old, lay-back-and-rest chairs. People were talking amongst themselves as I sat contemplating the distant range of mountains and the slowly setting sun. God was painting the sky with the solemn but beautiful colors of a day ending. It crossed my mind to point the beauty out to the others but, with a quick glance, I knew they were in conversations that had no place for the ending of the day.

I turned back to the beauty of the day and night merging and became lost in the silence of my own mind. Suddenly a movement startled me. I blinked in shock as a brilliant-white dove flew to me. He rested for a brief second on my chest, his feet clinging to my blouse, his eyes gazing into mine. Perhaps it was two seconds, perhaps it was ten. He waited until I had fully registered his presence and his message and then took flight. I was stunned by the magic of his presence and the gift of his touch. And on his back had been written words painted with the brush of calligraphy. Letters painted with gentle swirls of a message I knew was from God.

The air whispered and told me that the words were from The Book of John. My heart somehow knew that the dove's name was John as well.

After a brief second of holding the miracle in my own silence I jumped up and ran to the others. Please listen to the miracle, to all of the miracles, I called. They shushed me and turned me away. I was interrupting them. Unfazed, I walked back to the railing and rested my palms on the rough, splintery wood. The sun was giving the day to the moon. The wings of the dove could be heard in the distance as it flew away from the gift it had just given.

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Wednesday, January 6, 2016

The Forever Wound

This blog is not what it might seem to be, in the beginning of it. Read on.........

It was not something I expected. Not even something I would have imagined or predicted. A morning like every other was to become the first step into a deeper reality. A deeper understanding of God.

Since my 'death' in 1974 the entirety of my life has been a quest for Divine Union with God. To have been in that Presence and been 'put back' into this reality created such a dichotomy within me that, honestly, I had no choice but to chase the dream, so to speak. With that quiet voice as my constant companion, I followed every step asked of me. I ended up marveling over the degree of pain that I experienced by following what I call Divine Direction. It was, of course, a question in my mind. Why did the quest for God lead to such extreme pain? What was I meant to learn? And as the experiences grew in intensity, the question became almost moot. It is what it is until it isn't any more.

When I thought I had experienced the worst of the worst I think God must have shaken his finger at me with a 'no no no' gesture. Unfortunately, I didn't see that and so walked unknowingly into something that annihilated me completely. Of course it was meant to be. It was my destiny. And if I'd seen it coming of course I would have run the other way. But I wasn't meant to run the other way. I was meant to discover that the soul can be wounded and the soul can be scarred. I had not known that prior to my run-in with the most extreme pain God had to dole out. I spent two years trying to get to the lesson and understanding. And it was such an ah-ha moment when God touched me, on this morning, and explained, that I knew my life, possibly my soul, would never be the same.

I felt His Presence in a way I'd never felt it before. So physically in the room that every atom of my body reacted. I actually felt the cells inside me shift and change as they absorbed the truth that a visitation like no other was taking place. I stepped into my internal silence in a way I hadn't done in years and simply listened.

"There are wounds that change the soul. Yes. Every soul will encounter them. The quest for Oneness with God, for understanding of God, demands it. And every soul will survive it. Yes.

"It is not the dying of a loved one, for all souls are eternal and will meet again. It is not the loss of riches. It is not the hunger, the sickness, the murder, or the greed. It is not the expected pain.

"It is the experience of giving the gift of God through the love you offer and finding out that it has no value. It is not that you have no value, for that is a lie and is based upon the human experience, illusion, ego, and falsities of that temporary experience. It is the utter abandonment of all things temporary and the offering of all things eternal; and that offering receives not only a blind eye but an action akin to killing a soul. It is those moments when you offer the Infinite Soul and another Infinite Soul knowingly destroys with actions of non-love."

"Can you tell me why such an experience is necessary in order to know God?" I asked quietly.

"How can you know God if you do not know the scars of God? The scars that come when one Child can utterly disregard another Child of God. The scars of God when only Love is offered ... but remains unseen.

"One would be oblivious to Truth if one thought that existence and all of its events do not impact the Presence of God. If all is energy, and all energy impacts all energy, how could one assume that God is not impacted as well?"

The Voice grew quieter than a whisper. "God offers only love. How often is that accepted? All suffering caused by one Child upon another would end if all Children knew the love God offers. Can anyone possibly believe that God does not see the Child who turns away from the love of God that is offered?"

The words will forever echo in my soul. "How can you know God if you do not know the scars of God?"

Scars caused by indifference.

God is not indifferent.

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