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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Life Happens

(Link to radio interview is below)

I could have made several thousand predictions and not one of them would have had anything at all to do with how things unfolded. I understand, from my years of talking to other 'sensitives,' that getting 'intuitive insight' into one's own life is right up there next to impossible. I can understand that. There are things we would avoid at all costs. And it often turns out that those things are the things that teach us the most. That said, I have learned so much in the last couple of years that it might equate to one thousand years .. all piled into such a short span of time. I was contemplating 'life' a couple of weeks ago when I heard what I call an 'out loud voice' in the room. (That happens often .. other dimensional thoughts being spoken .. made loud enough for me to hear.)

"You will take the last weeks of this year to yourself. To simply be. To assimilate the energy of what you've learned, how far you've come. To heal the final vestiges of pain and release them to the winds. We would like you to think of this: What if you were able to heal the impact of your life experience?"

I followed that thread of thought diligently because it intrigued me. All things being energy, all events/experiences have an energetic impact upon our energy fields. I have, for many years, attempted to turn 'pain energy' into wisdom. To learn something out of anything that causes me pain and then place the knowledge/wisdom into the energy-space that the pain is taking up. But it had never occurred to me that the actual impact of an energy/event could be reversed, if you will. The possibilities, quite simply, thrilled me.

I let my mind play with some thoughts. What if 'the matrix,' the mind control energy field,' is real and all events are orchestrated by the entanglement of you being trapped inside this matrix-illusion? What if, because everything within the matrix is an illusion, the impact of what occurs within the illusion could be 'erased' and your energy field aligned back into the Truth of who you are .. who you were before you entered the matrix?

Ahhhhhh .. the tantalizing hope.

Of course I decided to take the hint and remove myself, to some degree, from the rest of the world and go into my own ruminations and contemplations. And found myself absolutely enthralled with everything that began to unfold. One of the things that had a major-major impact on what was happening was orchestrated by an angel-on-Earth who has quietly been assisting me for many years. She works behind the scenes without many knowing the full impact she has on my life and my work. Without being asked, many years ago, she stepped in to assist me with MySpace, and then FaceBook, Twitter, and much more. This, in itself, is a daily blessing and amazement to me but even more amazing is her ability to bring things out of hiding and post them publicly at the EXACT moment they are needed. Yesterday was no exception and I found myself re-visiting, this morning, what she posted yesterday.

The link is below, for those who are interested. This is a radio interview I did in December 2012 with Bryan Whatley. I re-listened to it this morning and found myself smiling throughout. It was such fun to connect with his curiosity, his humor, and his intelligence. And I admit that I don't have an accurate word to describe how I felt about hearing myself repeat things that I have been saying for over 30 years. I realized that I am saying now what I said then .. in 2012. The Truths do not change. I believe that, for centuries, these Truths have been attempting to show Humankind the way to generate change .. and yet here we are.

But I won't go off track with that thought. My original thinking with this blog was to say .....

I heard a hopeful confidence, if there is such a thing, in my 'prediction' that the books of nLight Press would be published in hard-back in 2013. I believe I mentioned that twice in this interview. Now we are on the last step going into 2016 and I am both astonished and hopeful. But there are no physical books to be had. I won't go out on another limb and state that 2016 will show us that success. We will just have to see how things unfold. Perhaps it is not meant that the books go into physical form, but remain as 'etheric' as the energy they contain. (smile)

It will be an obvious statement from me when I say that listening to what was said in 2012 and looking through the months and years .. and events .. since then caused me to go into some very deep introspection and spiritual questioning. (Oh .. that was interesting .. my computer stalled after I typed the first part of the word 'questioning' .. 'quest' .. and isn't that the truth of all questioning .. a quest for truth.)

I often say that if you live in total faith, you don't need to plan. Planning suggests a lack of trust in the Divine Unfolding. I realize now, here in my own life, how true that is. I could never have predicted (or planned) how things have turned out. I compare the truths that were shared in this radio interview with Bryan to the un-truths that happened behind the scenes and marvel at the massive discrepancies. In my own mind I have decided that the path has been all about revealing some of the most intricate, detailed, and honest Truths that I might not have otherwise uncovered. I celebrate what I have learned. I celebrate those who have trusted me to assist them in remembering who they truly are. I am blessed by the lives of the people I've touched in the last year.

I understand the 'Grand Plan' more intimately than I ever imagined possible. The 'matrix energy' has fallen away to such a degree that we, as a human society, have more ability to access the Truth than we've had for thousands of years. I revel in the glory of that and stare, open-mouthed, at the plethora of possibilities and what this could mean for Humanity.

I am not even certain, in my own mind, why I felt so overwhelmingly called to write this blog. I feel it 'rambles' it's way through a maze of thoughts. But, as with everything I write, there is an energy and a multitude of layers unspoken beneath the words that now live here. I hope you enjoy (or 're-enjoy') the interview with Bryan, despite the poor quality of my microphone. I was in a motel, at the time, and the acoustics (and mic) left a lot to be desired. Still .. I thoroughly enjoyed re-visiting this hour and my deep gratitude to 'Earth Angel' for bringing it back to my attention.



YouTube Link to the Interview Between Lauren Zimmerman & Bryan Whatley:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_JfcFc_cw88&feature=youtu.be

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A Different Type of Dream

3am .. the time of waking dreams and revelations.
All things are inter-woven and the dream is no exception. It was only a week or two ago that I was taken so far outside of reality, if we want to call it that, that, once again, I was changed so dramatically that I became another person. Not a new experience, this becoming new type of thing. But this particular event was so incredible and so far beyond even my ever-reaching imagination that I knew instantly this was something I would never speak of. My nature is to share but after examination of my decision, I realized that relating the experience could possibly do more harm than good.

The changes however .. that is another story. What would come out of the intense and incredible change I'd gone through? The dream seems to be a precursor, and I find the possibilities exciting beyond words.

I am in a vast and crowded space that looks like nothing I've ever seen before. A man in a mud-colored robe stands beside me. On my right is a 'monster' so massive that all I can see is a portion of his face. He opens his mouth to bare his teeth and I am looking into an abyss that seemingly has no end. Each tooth is, I am told, 13 feet long. There are many.

The man in robes hands me an old, rusty, steel hammer. "Hit yourself in the head hard enough to pass out and you won't feel anything when he eats you. You'll live in his belly and you won't even be aware of the fact that you're in his belly. You'll just live."

I looked at the hammer in my hand. I looked at him. I looked at the 'monster.' And wondered if he thought I was insane. "Why would I do that?" I asked.

He pointed to a crowd of people that I hadn't noticed before. "They're all doing it." He shrugged nonchalantly, as though that was explanation enough.

Irritated with his nonsense, I turned away and watched as, one by one, people hit themselves with hammers and entered the crushing jaws of the 'monster.' They seemed robotic. They seemed fatalistic. They seemed not to know that they had a choice in the matter.

I turned back to the man in robes. "Take this," I demanded, shoving the hammer into his hand.

He looked incredibly surprised. "What are you going to do?" he cried, alarmed.

"I'm not going in there to live, I can tell you that," I snapped. I turned to my left instinctively. "Bring me the other option," I said loudly. In truth, I had no conscious idea of what I was talking about but apparently, on some level, I did know.

A man in a white robe appeared. He had a rope in his hand and on the other end of the rope was a 'monster' who appeared quite similar to the one who was occupied with eating people and storing them in his belly. This 'monster' was passive and obeyed instantly when the man in white robes quietly told him to roll over. In an instant his underbelly was in clear view. He laid on his back without resistance, waiting.

The white-robed man gestured at me to lay down on the exposed underbelly of the 'monster.' "We'll take you to another truth," he said quietly.

I crawled up onto the underbelly, doing my best to ignore the sensations of the extremely unusual texture of his skin and the uncomfortable 'feeling' of the experience. As soon as I was 'nestled' into the folds of the clammy skin, we were moving. We picked up speed. We were racing in the opposite direction of 'the trap.'

I didn't look back.



It was 4am. My 'transporation mode' was gone and I stood alone with the white-robed Master. We stood in the center of nothingness. I was cells separated by space and I was nothing at all.

"Pain is the controlling factor," he advised quietly. "You no longer have to agree to the reality of the lie."

"Pain is the controlling factor." Here .. at 6am .. I sit staring at my journal. "Pain Is The Controlling Factor" is the title of a book I began to write four years ago.





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The Big Blue Harp

It is early morning, 3am, when I sense a movement in the Universe. Turning toward it, I see that there are five small crafts heading in my direction. Toward Earth. Which is where I am at the moment. My mind is suddenly filled with the intention of their visit. I sense their determination. Upon closer examination I'm able to see that each craft is only large enough to hold perhaps ten Beings. They fill my inner sight with shades of blue. Like a thousand streams, a thousand oceans, a thousand skies, the colors weave in and around each other, a perfect orchestra of beauty and drama, but as silent as non-existence.

They pull a memory from my past and place it in front of me. The re-play is as real as the actual moment. I am in another place. A glass of blue liquid has been placed in my hand. The ETs surrounding me urge me to drink it. I do. I feel it change me. They advise me that everything will come clear in the future. Here, in this moment, I wonder if that time is now.



Back in the time of the original offering of the deep blue liquid, I was introduced to several extraterrestrial Beings who gave me what I came to think of as 'generalized terms' for who they were. One of the societies they named 'the cobalt blue society.' Another was 'the sapphire blue.' They, and many others, drifted in and out of my days and nights and I was always able to take note of the events by the way everything seemed slightly altered after their visits. Now, with the swirling of so many vibrations of blue, it seemed evident that the five craft, and the occupants, were somehow connected to the societies who'd stepped into my life so many years ago. It wasn't long before they verified that fact.

They talked to me about the inter-connectedness of everything, a topic that has been taking center stage for almost a solid year now .. on a daily basis. Of course the deep blue liquid I'd been given years ago was somehow connected to their arrival and their reason for being in Earth's atmosphere. Which means that they had known of their journey here for over thirty years. And known that I would notice their arrival. I heard the words 'liquid preparation,' and chuckled. I also heard them mention the possibility of having me write a new book. When I heard their title suggestion, I laughed out loud. In case you ever wondered .. yes .. they do have a sense of humor. I'm not clear on whether I'd get in a whole lot of legal trouble and so I've declined their offer to write ..... "Fifty Shades of Blue." (chuckle)

They got serious and so did I. I watched as they began to emit 'strings' of blue into Earth's atmosphere. Every string was a slightly different shade than the next. Every string had its own frequency/vibratory tone. I heard them call it a 'cosmic harp.'

With perfect coordination between all, the 'strings' circled the Earth, none of them crossing, none of them touching. All in perfect harmony and all individually one, but somehow each was as one with every other.



All things being energy, every color has an energy of its own. It was clear that the subtle differences in each string, each color-tone, was deliberate and unique. Each frequency, because they were not touching, held its own frequency/vibration and yet there was perfect harmony. As I watched in awe, beauty unfolding before my eyes, taking in the enormity of it all, the purpose was whispered into my being.

"This is our contribution to the effort of Divine Harmony. This planet has come into a state of non-alignment and, though there are no mistakes and all things happen for a reason, it is time for a Universal effort to assist in the attempt to harmonize the energies of Earth with the energies of this Universe."

"You knew, thirty years ago, when I was given that blue liquid, that you would involve me in this," I said, pondering the bigger picture of what was going on. "And so you knew, thirty years ago, that the state of affairs of this planet would be exactly what it is today."

"That is true," was the reply.

"Another offering, validation, of the truth that nothing is by accident and everything within existence is known," I murmured.

"Indeed."

I thought I heard a soft chuckle. They filled my mind with the memory of an art piece I had created about fifteen years ago. The piece is a depiction of 'musical blue,' for lack of a better description. The title of the piece is "Liquid Harmony."

What can I do but smile?

I knew there was much, much more to be garnered from this event and what would come next, but my agenda was not theirs. I was asked to do some energy work with just a few people. They told me that the people already knew who they were and that they would be contacting me. That's pretty much what happened. I came out of hiding .. again .. and delved into the request for energy work.

If you know me at all you know that there is never a television on or around when I do energy work. But, of course, today was the exception. Muted and out of sight. But maybe not. (smile) My client spoke of my work with the mind control grid, and the book titled "Call Me Dr. W.." We talked for a few minutes about the incredible importance of Humanity breaking free of the mind control grid and remembering the truth of who they are and learning to live without limits. I mentioned that it was pretty clear to me that the energy work I'd been called to do was, again, involved with helping break down the energy of the mind control grid. It's my opinion that we, Humanity, are in the process of taking our power back and stepping into the infinite energy of soul. And soul does not allow a limited reality.

A few minutes later, the silent energy of the television drew my attention.

Across the screen .. the words .. "Coming up next ... 'The Matrix.'"

Again ... what can I do but smile?

:-)




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Mind Control

I've received enough emails lately that talk about a "great war" going on in the unseen regions that I decided to take the subject matter into a conference with those I work with in the higher dimensions.  I am no stranger to "the dark side" of things and the "war" / struggle for the control of the human mind.  However, having lived through enormous conflict with all of this, and come out of it knowing myself and God more intensely than I ever could have imagined, I prefer to stay away from this subject matter.  But .. having it addressed by so many, via email, in the last few days makes me feel that I should actually address it.

The subject of mind control is far too vast for me to address all that it entails, and all that I've learned.  With that in mind, I asked the higher dimensional Masters to help me boil it down to manageable, and present my words in a way that will help people begin to generate their own understanding of what's really going on.

Rather than talk about the entire history of Earth and what purpose it serves as far as assisting souls to know themselves better, let's just talk about 2012.

With the entire population of Earth aware of the possible significance of this year, everyone has his/her own idea about what might take place.  Because all things are energy, including thoughts, all of these ideas are floating around in "the ethers."  Those who are in fear are generating fear-energy with their thoughts.  Unfortunately, that puts them in a vulnerable position as far as having an energy field that can easily be "manipulated."  (When we stand in pure Faith and Knowing, without doubt or fear, our energy field is as unwavering as our Faith.  When we stand in fear, we stand in uncertainty, making us vulnerable to the opinions and energies of others.)

In the meeting of last night, the Masters instantly showed me the energy field around Planet Earth.  It was swarming with thought-energy, of course, but the energy-thoughts about 2012 and "the end of the world" and "the war of the world" were the most prominent.  (They were showing up as a bright vermillion red color.)

The "war" going on is the "war" each person is having with themselves as they fight to take themselves out of the illusion and into the Truth.  Like attracts like.  The energy of fear will gravitate to those who allow themselves to fear.  Not as a "punishment" but rather as a tool of understanding.  The greatest gift we can give ourselves, in union with our infinite soul and why we are having this Earth-experience, is the gift of understanding why we allow ourselves to be manipulated by energies outside of our own Truths and connection to The Divine, God, Truth, or whatever "term" you wish to use.

The bottom line .. there is no universal war.  There is no war for our souls and our future, being fought by unseen forces who have infinite power and control over the future of Earth and its inhabitants.  When each person comes to the realization that all of these entertaining thoughts are nothing more than tools that are meant to create greater understanding, Humankind will be closer to creating the reality of harmony and peace on a universal scale.

Love and Infinite Blessings to all.

Lauren Zimmerman

nLight Press

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