Healing Haven under Hilarion

Oneness 101: 64 - Ave Maria

Cordoba, Argentina: October 29, 2011: This Saturday morning, MariLyn and I took our first side trip or outing to an area near Cordoba. We tried to book a private tour for the both of us, but it ended up being a group tour -- like so many things during this second stop, there was a glitch and the resulting need for us to recalibrate. However, we did get to go to our desired destination -- the small town of Jesus Maria, about 20 miles north of Cordoba. In the 1600s and 1700s, the Jesuits had established an estancia or ranch there, where they grew grapes and other food, and spread the Christian teachings to the native indigenous folks there.

We thoroughly enjoyed the trip through the countryside to get there, as we had felt cooped up and boxed in the city since our arrival. It's a nice city, but to us it is oppressive nonetheless. Out in the countryside, it was like we could expand and breathe.

All of the rest of the group of maybe 12 people were from South America and spoke Spanish. One couple was from Chile and I think the rest were Argentinians. Our tour guide was Eduardo, who as a boy had lived in Virginia, USA, where his military father was stationed. He spoke reasonably good English and made sure that we did not get lost in the crowd.

The estancia is now a state-owned park or historical place. The Jesuits were thrown out of Spain and the Spanish colonies in about 1767 -- due to political infighting. Since then, the estancia has been owned by various ones, ceased to function as it had, and finally had been acquired and fixed up and run by the state.

In our tour, we went through the visitor quarters, the living quarters for the Jesuits, the places where wine was made, the dining room, and at least looked into the church/sanctuary area. However, the room we both loved was devoted to the native indigenous people of that time. Our ears really perked up when our tour guide said that these natives worshipped the jaguar. For, two of our close friends and fellow light workers had received before the South America Mission that they were to work with the jaguar as their "power animal."

The natives also worshipped the moon and snakes. One dual snake symbol was especially fascinating -- One snake in a vertical position was to the left and one was to the right. (I was unable to get a picture of this, but will look for one.) The two snakes made several turns, like when they glide on the ground. The two were mirror images of one another. And each snake had a head at both ends of its body, but no tail.

It struck me that here was the native/soul/symbolic depiction of male and female, yin and yang, positive and negative, conscious and subconscious, as above, so below; in effect like unto Jesus and Maria. It was fascinating. Snake totems and depictions are common worldwide amongst indigenous people, but I never had seen this particular one.

Thinking about all of this, I recalled that Sol-O-Man in her Atlantean function as Zolanda in the Earth Temple had trained the race of natives that went out through all of North, Central and South America. The moon of course is the feminine or subconscious aspect. You will remember that in the depiction of Mary in Revelation, she is shown to be clothed with the sun and standing on a crescent moon.

Much of the rest of the museum had little interest to either MariLyn and me. The Spanish paintings and depictions of both Jesus and Mary focused primarily on their suffering, with a favorite being of the crucified Jesus with blood running all over the place. Hey, as I often think, where are the depictions and focus on the resurrection?

Still, these Jesuits were the light workers of their day. They were doing their best to spread the teachings of Jesus and Mary in the new America.

As we moved through the rest of the rooms, somehow I intuitively sensed that some deeper sign or confirmation of Sol-O-Man/Mary's influence was coming, but nothing happened. I basically had given up hope. And then we all walked up in the choir loft at the back of the sanctuary. Looking above the altar at the front of the sanctuary, there was a painting of Mary as the woman clothed with the sun. Well, I had now seen that so many times that I half expected to see it everytime we turned around or went to a new place.

What I didn't expect came next: Our tour guide noted the arched construction of the sanctuary, typical of Catholic churches, especially those of Spain. This configuration, he said, gave the sanctuary incredible acoustics, such that the choir's singing had a dramatic impact even with our a few singers or instruments.

He then asked if any of us visitors sang, wanting a volunteer to belt out a song that would show proof of what he just had said. No one at first stepped forward. Like usual, hardly anyone likes to sing in public. (I wasn't in my shower, so I didn't volunteer, either. Ha.)

And then, it was if the tour guide had turned on a DVD that he broadcast over the soound system in the place. What rose up in glorious song was an incredible female soprano version of the song Ave Maria. A few seconds later, I saw that the lady in front of MariLyn, who was in front of me, was doing the singing. The power, the harmony, the resonnance, the sheer glory of her singing and its reverberation through the sanctuary literally pushed me backward a few feet into the wall. My oh my oh my: It was surely the best and most uplifting and most inspiring version of Ave Maria I had ever heard or experience. It moved my whole being, my whole body.

Goosebumps and chills went all over and through me. MariLyn later reported the same, with her especially feeling them down her legs. The lady sang maybe a few minutes, but I don't think I ever have been so affected by any such song.

So, was that a sign or what? We had come to Jesus Maria, to this ranch, and for all the world it felt like Sol-O-Man/Mary singing through this innocent channel/lady, as if to say to us: Did I or did I not say I would be with you every step of the way, and that you would see and experience signs of this? Well, yes you did. And thank you.

Afterwards, the lady who sang, I never did get her name, said that such a power came over her before and while she sang that she felt that she could hardly hold this presence. To me, this was yet another sign that it was Mary who had inspired her and sang through her.

While still there, and after we got back to our hotel room, MariLyn and I marveled time and again at this latest of Mary's appearances/signs/manifestations. We are definitely blessed and humbed by it all.

Listen carefully and you may hear the sounds of Ave Marie ringing in your ears and mind and soul wherever you are. Enjoy!

Oneness 101: 63 - Be One

Let me give you a synopsis of our first 4 days in Cordoba. We have been so busy, and frankly a bit tired, that I have not gotten to these blogs as often as I would have liked. Moreover, we are getting used to the wifi reception here -- yesterday, I no more than wrote a whole long blog and it got erased. Anyway, here's the highlights of our stay thus far.

October 25, 2011: Day #1: I wrote about this on blog number 62. To summarize, Sol-O-Man briefly contacted me in my morning meditation, helping me to get better balanced and grounded here; and then she worked through me with MariLyn, whom she called "little flower." Later, we discovered that this is the name that she also had given to St. Theresa of Lisieux, so called because of her loving devotion and service in doing all the little things of life. She is considered by Catholics to be one of the doctors of the church, which all too often has been tempted to focus on being the "big thing" in mortal terms.

Sananda contacted us about 11 AM, and also worked to birth new unity, healing and balance within both of us. In so doing, he added to Sol-O-Man's previous energy exchange, with the two of them being like spiritual parents who helped us to "birth" this second major stop in the South America Mission.

In the afternoon, more or less to augment and complete this first-step/day regeneration, Dr. Hannibal/St. Germain placed a strong space beam on us and gave me the word "calibration." In this new region, he was calibrating the hieronic lines of force with us from his craft above Cordoba and aligning us with craft positioned all around the region, all the way down around the tip of the continent.

October 26, 2011: Day #2: Cordoba: I meditated this moring in a part of the hotel complex that juts out and opens to the swimming pool area. Its door was locked, so I meditated in side of it, but free from and maybe 70feet  distant from the areas in the hotel where its people were.

In this more protected and open forcefield, it was as if someone in the higher planes pulled back the veil or top of my crown chakra, such that I could rise up and out of it. First, the image for this was like rising up the handle of an umbrella to its top, the Christ canopy of unity and integration over this major region. Up and down I went along the "handle".

My second upward voyage was shown as being up through a large spacebeam -- beam me up, Scotty! At the top, I entered into a huge mother craft over the city, maybe even the size of the city. Although I was inside it, at the major command center, I saw only fleeting images of its interior. It was more so just a sense of my being there, enough to help me link more consciously with the space brothers and sisters in this centrally located craft that was interconnected with other craft around the whole region. And then, back down I came.

The third rising  was like climbing the stairs or taking the elevator up the Statute of Library in New York's harbor. I ended up in what was like the crown of the statute, and looked out its windows in all directions. This perhaps was to give me a more comfortable, earthlike description and depiction of what I had been sensing previously aboard the craft.

This time when I came back down, I saw and felt that my crown chakra now was connected or wired to the craft and the pentagonal canopy. My crown chakra/brain became like a viewing screen on which the masters impressed new images and information. The major new image given me, which was shocking after my feeling so elevated, was seeing a dark, nasty, ugly cloud of energy over the right frontal and temporal lobe of my right cerebrum. The right temporal lobe is a primary memory place, and the right frontal is the site of the correlating emotions. So the darkness symbolically and literally was at a soul-emotional-subconscious level.

The cloud extended up from earth and back down to it. My sense was that it represented lower astral plane negativity. It related also to past negative events in this region, including all its countries. I thought specifically of Paraguay and its negative reputation as the most backward, corrupt, "arm pit" of South America.

Other psychic impressions and tentative diagnoses of the darkness were of Argentina's dark past: it's wars, its military dictators, its dirty politicians, and all of that. Reading later, I came across it's time from 1976-83 that are called the "Dirty War" time, when its dictator had some 10,000 to 30,000 protestors and anti-military and anti-government citizens arrested, tortured and murdered. The term for this later aspect was "disappeared."

Still one more part of Argentina's "dirty laundry" is that during the late 1940s and early 1950s, it allowed and  supported at the higher governmental levels the immigration of former German Nazi criminals into Argentina. Juan Peron, the leader/dictator of Argentina, apparently was a Nazi sympathizer and also hoped that he could gain access to Germain technological developments. Much of this history, however, is shrouded in mystery, as government papers for the most part have been shredded. What is generally accepted, and mostly proven, however, is that at least 300 major Nazis, including Joseph Mengele and Adolf Eichmann, immigrated to Argentina, and lived there and in nearby Paraguay and some for a time in Brazil. Even in 1999, in the southern part of Argentina, where most of the former Nazis apparently settled, one former Nazi was discovered and deported to Serbia.

All of this shook me, made me nauseous, made me even respond with a "yelp" at one point. I felt the whole thing in my own brain and auric field, such that it could be recognized and diagnosed. Yuck! And double yuck!

Still, I did not respond yet with projections. I felt like I needed confirmation of the diagnosis and directions from the master healers in the higher planes as to how I should treat it. I was doing my best to be wise as a serpent, gentle as a dove. Protection first was necessary.

Confirmation and explanation and understanding came in just a few hours, when we received Phillel's email with his communication from Dr. Hannibal. This described the worldwide resistance to the implantation of the higher energies, and especially pinpointed the lower astral planes as its major nexus. It related how this was occurring in South America where we are. Go to http://motah.info to read this communication.

Meanwhile, this new info in my vision and the channeling helped to explain partly why both MariLyn and I were feeling especially tired, disjointed and upset; also our symptoms of what appeared to be a cold, which were not abating as they would usually. MariLyn especially, in her role as the feminine or subconscious aspect of our healing team, as a "little flower", was reverberating and resonnating and outpicturing the astral resistance of those on earth and in the astral planes.

October 27, 2011: Day #3. I went into meditation this morning half expecting to have more space craft imagery and direct guidance about how to heal the soul-astral negativity. Instead, the first part of my meditation focused on being like a little child, a little flower, an innocent and pure one. It was directed by Hilarion in his aspect as Paul. He had exampled this: As Saul he was arrogant, intellectual, superior, willing to whup up on the Christians; then Christ Jesus appeared to him on the road to Damascus and slayed him in the Spirit, such that Saul eventually became Paul, which name means "one who has been made small."

Here, then, was the healing antidote to the soul/astral negativity here, and around the planet: Be ye as a little child. It is, of course, something that I have thought about, marveled over and tried to do all my spiritual life. But, with this new contact, it had a new potency and meaning and realization. I started to become even more so a little one, a little child, an innocent child of God.

When this contact receded, Sol-O-Man/Mary became evident, like she had descended down the space beam around and over me, such that we were together as one in our own space and time and dimension. She said, "Pull up a chair for me so that I can sit with you and chat a spell." (Or something to that effect.) This was so definitive that I physically got up, got another chair and placed it along my left side. And down she sat. Only this time, she was more so a young lady, even a young teenager, maybe 12-14 years old in her appearance and demeanor. I felt like about 5 years old, and she was my older sister, whom I loved and adored. (Below picture is of our two chairs, which even have impressions like someone is sitting or has sat in them. Care to come and join us for a spell? Please do!)

It's not that I remember any of the specifics of what we exchanged in words or thoughts. It was more so just the awareness of my oneness with her, her love for me as her younger brother whom she was looking over, even of her as a cherished nearby friend or neighbor. It touched me so deeply, so personally, so intimated, so lovingly. She was not my mother, but my sis. Not my teacher, but an older sibling, not someone "other" but rather just like me as a child of God.

This was the answer, again, as Hilarion had given it: Argentinians, Chileans, Bolivians, Paraguayans, Brazilians, Uruguayans: Be ye as little children in the one family of man. We are all one, love is the key to our oneness, our masters and teachers in the higher planes are with us always, to the degree that we have the eyes to see, the hearts to feel and the childlike innocence to know.

After Sol-O-Man left and ascended back up the beam to the mother craft, I still was crying. Upon composing myself, I thought that I should project this new oneness out to others. But there was nothing to project. I only was to be. And the projections, via oneness, would take care of themselves. All my spiritual brothers and sisters here in this region would receive them in their hearts and minds. They all "knew" at some level the principle of oneness, of being like a little child. It would happen in time. So be it.

October 28: Day #4. Like yesterday, this morning at 5 AM, I began my meditation alongside the pool -- I had found a way to get out there. Nothing came for the longest time, maybe an hour. I tried all the various visualizations, meditations, imagery, approaches and such that had given thus far; each of which quickened me a little, but nothing seemed to take off and lift me into a new level of higher oneness.

Each time I tried something, I eventually let it go and let go of any sense that I was in control of the process: I became once again more of a little child. And finally, giving up entirely, I "went out" and lost conscious awareness. When I came back, in my mind and heart, ringing in my ears and imaged in my thoughts were two simple words: Be one. That was it. No images. No elaboration. No flow of thoughts. Just, Be one. This was the summation, unification and integration of all that I had received. The earlier ideas, experiences and images were like facets of a crystal, but now I was at the center or essence of the crystal: Be one.

I just held this thought, this energy, this cosmic decree: Be one.

Eventually, the only new thought that came was that Argentina was to be one with the 5 nations that bordered it: Chile, Bolivia, Paraguay, Brazil and Uruguay. And they were to be one with Argentina. That summed it up. That was crystal clear. You would have to be blind not to see this and act upon this.

Then, Sol-O-Man briefly touched base and pointed to the O in the center of her name. Here was her own imprintation and resonnance of oneness as the mother figure. For what loving mother does not love all her children, with whom she is one? Oneness is at the very heart of the soul of man. So be it.

 

Oneness 101: 62 - Lima to Santiago to Cordoba

Lima, Peru: October 23, 2011: Getting ready this morning to fly to Santiago, Chile, MariLyn and I were sad to leave but knew that our work had been completed in Lima. Before departing, we specifically and repeatedly wrapped ourselves in the light of protection. In our meditation before leaving, I had been given the analogy that we were like Mary and Joseph leaving Bethlehem and taking baby Jesus down to Egypt. As parents of the Christ child birthed in the 5 Andean nations, MariLyn and I were filled to overflowing with gratitude and thanksgiving. At the same time, however, MariLyn had the beginning of a sore throat and cold, which in part she had picked up from one of our waiters at the hotel restaurant. I also had some minor symptoms in my nose and throat. Partly these were the result of the tremendous amount of light and energy that had been channeled through us in the 7 days in Peru, which led to an inevitable soughing off of old thoughts, feelings, memories and physical substances; and made us a bit vulnerable to "bugs."

On the flight to Santiago, Sol-O-Man overshadowed me, and showed herself to me with her left foot in Lima and her right foot in Santiago. Along with other higher plane protectors, This conveyed that she would be watching over us the whole way. As she has said repeatedly to us: Wherever you are, I Am; call on me as you need to, in any situation. She also relayed that her appearance two days earlier to the 5 Andean nations was but the first in a new series of her appearances to large groups around the world.

Our flight was uneventful and on time. The Santiago Airport was large, modern and efficient. Everything went smoothly and our shuttle/taxi took us right to our hotel, just 5 minutes away. Still, both of us were quite tired. Having arrived at the Lima airport 3 hours early as recommended, flying 3 hours, and taking another couple hours to get off the plane, get our luggage, go through customs, pay an entry fee, and such -- all of this daylong travel had taken its toll. MariLyn's symptoms were worse. We hunkered down and did our best to sleep and recoup, for we were to leave the next day for Cordoba.

October 24, 2011: Santiago to Cordoba: In my morning meditation before leaving our hotel, Sol-O-Man touched base with me. Then Sananda transfigured me in his aspect as Gautama the Buddha. He was the very embodiment of ahimsa, which is the eastern word for peace and non-violence. He radiated this into and through me, and out to all of Chile and surrounding countries. This was the Eastern antidote to the Western violence that has plagued South America since the coming of the Europeans; and of course even before that between various indigenous tribes (the whole earth in mortal consciousness has been plagued with violence since mankind's fall into matter). Chile, although perhaps no worse than other countries, has had its share of violence -- Augusto Pinochet, the dictator, comes to mind, with his harsh treatment of protestors.

In resolving the remaining conflicts and issues in South America, peace always must be the first step, leading then to love, cooperation and coordination. With peaceful and loving hearts, MariLyn and I left for the airport. The Buddha's ahimsa continue to flow through us into Chilea and up and down the coast; and we would carry it with us over the Andes to the rest of South America.

All went well at the Santiago Airport until we got to our departure gate -- the flight was delayed due to thunderstorms in Cordoba. As it turned out, we waited 3 full hours, all the time never quite knowing what was going on, as all the announcements were in Spanish and most of the workers behind the counters spoke poor English. Boy were we glad when we boarded and had a totally uneventful flight. One time on the flight, Sol-O-Man gently made her presence known, just enough to say that she was with us and watching over us.

We did not get to our hotel until 7:30 PM, and by the time we got settled and got something to eat, and emailed home, we plopped down into bed. Like usually happens, however, on this first night here, after another long travel day, we were too tired and too stimulated to sleep well. MariLyn still had some symptoms -- if anything, they were worse. But thank God, we were in our new "home," where we would now stay for 6 days.

Cordoba, Argentina: October 25, 2011: On this, our first full day in Cordoba, In my early morning meditation, Sol-O-Man gently and lovingly overshadowed me and helped me to rebalance and reharmonize. Then she worked through me to help MariLyn, whom she called her "little flower." Partly, this referred to the fact that MariLyn has less experience and training than I do in these kinds of travels and projections of higher energies, which makes it more difficult for her at times. As I commonly and lovingly say to her, "You are a delicate flower." Additionally, the word "little" referred to MariLyn's marvelous ability to lovingly do the "little things" in life, which are the mark of a true light worker. Finally, by "little flower" Sol-O-Man was indicating that MariLyn's higher powers and talents were beginning to flower anew.

At about 11 AM, after breakfast and a very short walk, I did some healing work with MariLyn, but without much improvement in her symptoms -- she still was coughing and blowing and generally feeling lousy. At this point, she sat in her chair and I laid down on my back in the bed, with my arms out. I felt a bit dismayed that neither she or I were feeling better. I asked Spirit, once more, for help and proceeded to "go out." When I returned to consciousness, transfiguring over me was Sananda-Jesus in the form of a golden cross. He said that MariLyn and I had been serving him selflessly, so now he had come to serve us in our rebalancing. He proceeded to suffuse me with his peaceful, loving energy, and then to transfer it to her. Within minutes after this transfer, without my having said or indicated anything, she reported that she was feeling better and she stopped coughing. A few minutes later, her nose stopped running. Her symptoms were not gone, but she felt so much better and knew that now she definitely was on the mend.

Only later did I realize that this, along with Sol-O-Man's contact, was the first implantation of the Christ energies on our first day in Cordoba. Once again, in a sense, Sananda and Sol-O-Man were like parents to us, helping us to birth the Christ in Cordoba and surrounding area. It began with us as an example -- physician, heal thy self. With our healing, now we could be healing agents for others -- I, when I be healed and uplifted, shall harmonize and heal all others. Thank you, Sol-O-Man and Sananda.

After lunch, we went for another walk, feeling much better this time than in our earlier attempt. Still, the higher energies built in our force fields such that we felt tired and shortly returned home and fell unto the bed. In time, I became aware of a strong space beam clapping over the two of us, being operated by Dr. Hannibal/St. Germain. He said simply: "calibration." Reflecting on this, I knew that it indicated what he was doing: With us in this new location in Cordoba, the second of our 5 major stops in South America, Dr. Hannibal was calibrating, aligning and connecting new hieronic lines of force or energy to us. We were, in a sense, getting wired up for our new work in this new, unique area.

To further augment this realization, I had the image of being like a patient who has a brain EEG, an electroencephalogram, a type of brain diagnostic test in which a hundred or more wire leads/sensors are attached to the skull to measure the electrical energies there all around the surface of the cerebrum. Each lead picks up electrical signals and sends them back to a measuring device and computer for analysis. So, we were having a space craft EEG.

Dr. Hannibal then showed me an image of multiple spacecraft that were circling the whole lower section of South America, in the region of Argentina, Paraguay, Uruguay and parts of Chile. This area is the so-called  "sacral chakra." In my current image of it, the region now extended all the way down to the southermost tip of the continent. Rather than being shaped like a pentagon, it was now more so an oval, with the top or north section of the oval being the northern border of Argentina, the two sides of the oval being at Santiago on the west coast and Buenos Aires on the east coast, and the bottom of the oval being south of the southern continental tip. (Remember, that such images are symbolic, and multiple are used to give as full a description as possible.)

The new oval image was to say that a vast network of spacecraft had this whole region surrounded and covered. Each craft now more or less communicated to a central craft above us in Cordoba, and then down into us. To use the EEG analogy, it was as if one lead or wire or line of force from each spacecraft was attached todifferent parts of our brains. We were hieronically wired and set to go; to henceforth be receiving and sending stations or focuses of light for this second region. With this, the energy subsided and MariLyn and I both came back to a more grounded normal consciousness. As it turned out, without my knowing it, MariLyn had gone out and slept through the whole thing, which had lasted 40 minutes. I barely had hung in there and stayed conscious.

So, all had been prepared and was in divine order. We went to bed really early this evening and MariLyn and I slept like babies, she for 11 hours and me for 10 hours. How sweet that was. We awoke refreshed and ready to go, although after trying to do a few things we realized that we still needed at least one more day to get fully adjusted, calibrated and established here.

Thank you, one and all, for your loving prayers of protection, support and healing. Our oneness with you grows, if that is possible. And of course, with Spirit all things are possible. Oneness grows and grows and grows and grows. So be it. For we are one with the One Who is beyond growth. In Him-Her we live and move and have our being, our immeasurable unity, oneness and integration. All is well. All is in divine order. So be it.

Oneness 101: 61- 7th Day of Completion in Peru

Lima, Peru: October 22: Our 7th full day in Lima: With Sol-O-Man/Mary's appearance yesterday to the five Andean nations, I could not imagine receiving much of anything today. Still, I kept having the impression that Lord Michael and or others might finish and complete the implantation. He had said, in the days leading up to the mission, that he would use his sword of truth to pin down the green pentagonal umbrella over each of the five stops. And that had not happened. Yet.

In my morning meditation at 5 PM, which began on the ground floor of the hotel where I began to sip my cup of green tea, I was drawn into a deep meditation and up and out of my head into my light form. In I Am consciousness, I was shown a vision: All along the coast of the Pacific Ocean of South America was the most magical, light-filled mist/cloud/fog/etheric thought form. It was a sky blue color with rays of white light in and through and around it it. It hung over the ocean and the shore of the land of the five Andean nations, all the way down the entire Andean spine. With this, I heard clairaudiently the words: It is done.

It took some time to grasp the meaning of this image. Certainly, it was no sword-of-truth image as one might have expected in relation to Lord Michael. No was it green or in the shape of a pentagon. However, the sky blue light is the color of the First Ray of will and power, with Lord Michael being the archangel of this ray. The white is that of the Seventh Ray of Peace and Love and Fulfilment. Together, the two colors represent all the rays, one through seven, and the balance of the First and Seventh Rays; including the Fifth Ray whose color is green. God's will is that we love God and one another; and that in turn we love the cosmic truths, the will and power of our Creator.

I was so struck by the softness and the lack of a definite border or shape of the fog/miss/cloud. It came to me finally, what Lord Michael had channeled via Nada-Yolanda back in the early 1960s: Power is not a weapon but a handmaiden. Used properly, it uplifts, heals and brings about peace and love. Thus, the sword need now be presented as the only image of power -- and in fact, the warlike imagery of the sword often has been misinterpreted. The sword means "words of truth."

So, the cloud/mist/fog represented the handmaiden aspect of power that is to be used in loving service. In the history of the 5 Andean nations, there has been conflict after conflict, war after war within each nation and with each adjoining nation. Now is the time for all Andeans to beat their swords into plowshares and to know war no more; from Columbia in the north all the way down to the tip of Chile in the south.

The cloud/mist/fog is there -- it is done: and will gradually mist down upon each person, each light worker, each I Am Nation citizen in the 5 Andean nations. See it. Know it. Be. Thank you, God.

After this, I received the guidance for MariLyn and me to just be ourselves today, to go with the flow, to be divine love in action in this seventh step. We were not to expect more messages or images or spectacular things, so much as we were to be spiritual beings incarnated on a physical planet. However, our daily experiences would bring verification and confirmation of what had been given all week.

The first such seeming surprise came at breakfast, where our favorite waiter served us. He had been the first one to serve us the first day we were here. His name: Jesus. He is 23, has such a simple and sweet and loving nature. All the others at the restaurant have this same simple, honest, direct spirituality, without ever once talking about it.

Anyway, in the midst of our short morning greeting, Jesus suddenly invited us to go to the local harbor to see the "real" Peruvian fishermen, to have a fresh seafood meal right from the adjoining ocean, and to take a boat ride around the bay. Incredibly, these are just the things that MariLyn and I had wanted to do, but had not been able to arrange. It was totally uncanny that out of the clear, with no prompting from us, Jesus would offer this. Just the day before, on his day off, he had done all these things at the local harbor and had enjoyed it so much that he wanted to share it with us.

Well, we accepted immediately. When he got off at 2 PM,  we went to nearby Chorrillos, the town to the south of Miraflores where we were staying. It felt like entering another time and place, totally distant from the luxury hotel where we had stayed, all the high rises and all of that modern stuff. The fishing boats looked to be a hundred years old, not all that different perhaps from boats in Christ Jesus' day.

First, we ate a fabulous meal at a seaside restaurant, with one part of the meal being "ceviche", which is fresh raw fish marianted in lime juice. It was delicious! But quite spicey. We also had rice with all kinds of different seafood in it -- even more yummy; all this while we looked out on the boats in the harbor and all the fishermen repairing their boats on shore.

Then, we went on a boat tour in a rickety boat that you wondered would go anyplace without sinking. We climbed aboard, with a group of Peruvian teenage girls already aboard, about 7 of them. Well, they of course giggled and commented and talked like young girls everywhere, only in Spanish. And they were totally fasicnated by MariLyn and me, two "gringos" who to them must have seemed a bit like visitors from another planet. They tried and tried to get us to say something in Spanish. We said buenos dias and such, and our Peruvian friend Jesus interpreted their responses. One of them tried out her only English vocabulary first with MariLyn and then with me: I love you, she said; and we replied the same. Then, one of the girls kept smiling at me and trying to get me to interact with her. I, of course, continued to feel a bit self-conscious. Finally, she tried to high-five me with her hand, and would not desist until I did. Well, that brought all kinds of cheers and now all the other girls did the same! What a joyous and loving happening it all was.

We had a great boat ride, rocking up and down along the waves, feeling the sea air and breeze, and coming back maybe 10-15 minutes later. After we had climbed out of the boat, each one the girls kissed first MariLyn and then me on the cheek, the local custom obviously for saying goodbye, again in the sweetest and most innocent and loving way imaginable. I was again deeply touched. The very strong thought impression came from within me: For you young ladies have MariLyn and I come. You are the new wave of light workers who will lift the planet into the fourth dimension. It brought tears to my eyes.

Then, the girls insisted that they take a picture of us with them on one of their cell phones and with a video camera that one of them had. So we did that, too. And Jesus took pictures of us too, one of which is below.

Silly me, I thought that this was the sign that completed the day and the trip. But then, on our way home, we drove near and along the promontory where the Christ the Redeemer statute was located, which we previously had seen all week from the shore/bluff in front of our hotel. So, I asked Jesus, our new friend, if he could drive us up on top of the promontory to see it. And he said sure. He never had been up there since the statute had been erected there, only 3-4 months ago.

My oh my, when we got up there and saw the statute, it was magnificent, one of the best Christ Jesus statutes I ever have seen. All told, with the pedestral and the figure, it was probably 100 feet high. It was called "Jesus of the Pacific." It had been donated by Brazil, and was given by them as a statute similar to their Christ the Redeemer statute in Rio.

From this area, you could look out for miles over the ocean and along the shore. Amazingly, and distressingly, you could also look down the hill below which was a huge shanty town or slum, with the most simple and retched buildings -- most with no water, electricity or sewage. I said to our Peruvian friend Jesus, that if Christ Jesus was now here, this is where he would be administering to the people.

Jesus, our Peruvian friend, then said that he had grown up in a shanty town like this, not as bad as this one, but definitely of the vast slums in Lima where 3 million of its 9 million citizens live. Our Peruvian Jesus said that unlike some others, he had never forgotten, and would not forget, where he had come from. It was an incredibly moving and touching experience, all the way around. Tears poured down my face.

And still, there was one more surprise. Several hundred yards away was a statute of Mary. When we went there, we found that it was her as the woman clothed with the sun, from the description in Chapter 12 of Revelation. Prior to leaving Tennessee, Sol-O-Man/Mary had shown herself to me in my meditation in the guise of this woman clothed with the sun, and said that we would see this often during our travels in the South America Mission. Here it was, the best one we had seen yet in Peru.

And the sun was right behind the statute, which made it hard to photograph it. But I got a good shot of it, showing the crown of 12 stars over her head, as described in Revelation. Again, the whole thing was total magic, near mind-blowing, another outer sign of confirmation and affirmation of all that we had been given before and during out time here. Thank You, God!

Yes, it is done! Jesus y Maria have landed in Peru, their light forms have been planted here, all here have been exposed to their loving, healing hearts. Columbia, Ecuador, Peru, Bolivia and Chile are one in the One. So be it.

Now we go next for one day to Santiago, Chile, in part to complete the anchoring.

 

 

 

Oneness 101: 60 - Safe and Sound in Cordoba

This is just a quick note to let you know that MariLyn and I are now safe and sound in Cordoba, Argentina, the second of our five major stops.

Two days ago, we flew from Peru to Santiago, Chile, and all went smoothly. Yesterday, October 24, our flight from Santiago to Cordoba was delayed for 3 hours, due to storms in Cordoba. So we got in 3 hours late, and were quite tired.

Will fill you in on the last or 7th day in Peru, and the 1 day in Santiago, in upcoming blogs that I hope to post today. We are having, to quote the Beattles, a "magical mystery tour" so far.

Thank you for your prayers of love, light and protection on our behalf. We are one. But I think you already know that! Ha.

 

 

 

Oneness 101: 59 - Mary Appears Fivefold

Lima, Peru: Pool of Bethesda: October 21, 2011: 5 AM - 7 AM: Our 6th full day here at this first of five major South American centers: Before going to bed, all night and when I awoke, I felt the higher energies pouring into and accelerating my force field. (So did MariLyn.)  When I got up, I felt like I might not be able to contain them, that I might just explode to smithereens. Some food, vitamins and an especially long shower, however, helped me to get more balanced, grounded and integrated. Aligning my mind and heart with Spirit within me helped even more.

In my meditation at poolside atop the hotel, I thought that the influx might be that of Lord Michael, as it especially affected the back of my head and neck with a fiery light. Nonetheless, as much as I searched for his presence, he seemed not to be there. As typically happens at the start of my meditations, I then was guided to let go, to clear my mind of any preconceptions, to humble myself before Spirit and to go with the flow. My, how many times do I have to keep learning this most basic principle!? Ha.

Finally, in the stillness, I was shown a variation of the umbrella symbol: The umbrella top of the green pentagonal canopy had descended and now was around my heart and down in my solar plexus chakra. The pole of light that is my spine was still there, but the top of the umbrella had descended down along it and anchored into the middle of me and out horizontally all around me. Always before this, I had been led to envision and experience the umbrella's canopy over me, and the energies of it coming down my spine. This new image was just one more way to show me, in an unique variation or twist beyond my mortal intellectualizing, what was taking place. I had to chuckle when I realized how mysterious and yet simple are the ways of Spirit, how bountiful is His-Her flow through us, if and when and to the degree that we truly let go and trust in God.

From my heart and solar flexus now flowed manna from heaven: The image was of me being Jesus at the last supper, when he said in effect, "Take this bread and eat -- it is my body; take this wine and drink -- this is my Christ blood that I shed for you." Out from my heart flowed water that had turned to wine, from my solar plexus/digestive area flowed the bread of life, the body of Christ and the light body. This was to feed all of the 144,000 elect in the five major Andean countries.

Focusing on the hundreds of light workers of the 144,000 in this region, I saw each one as a brilliant gem or jewel, like unto the gems of the deva, Pachamama. She/the devas had prepared the way for this elemental exchange and feeding. My image yesterday of the deva named Pachamama actually had been a composite of all the devas of the Andean spine, all rolled into one oval or ball of light. They were watching over the whole region, working with the astral-subconscious of each light worker to prepare him or her for this new Christ elemental feeding and infusion. Pachamama means something like "Mother Nature" whereas Mamapacha is more so like "Mother God." It is the mother or divine feminine on all planes and levels that prepares each light being for the birth of the Christ.

Reflecting upon this, being entirely and deeply moved by this new level of cosmic oneness, I became aware of Sol-O-Man/Mary who was above and before me over the ocean. By this time, I too was above the earth, able to look down along the entire Pacific coastline. Mary was all in white, facing toward me and the coast, with her left arm stretched out to Columbia such that her hand gently touched and caressed it; and her right hand reached all the way down to to the southermost tip of Chile, which her fingers cradled with love. It was, to use an often overused word/phrase, a totally awesome sight to behold and ingest.

When I finally had become adjusted to this, Mary relayed to me: This is one of the "appearances" that she had foretold through me while still in Tennessee. She had told me then that she would be appearing in all of the five South American centers. This was her first such major appearance. Then she added: "To those who have the eyes to see." In other words, she now had appeared to all light workers and all human beings in the collective five countries, but only those with open hearts and the eyes to see would have seen her and experienced her presence. It nearly always has been this way in past appearances: Only a young child, or in the case of the Virgin of Guadalupe a lowly Aztec indian, actually saw her. Still, her "appearances" to them have affected millions upon millions.

This "apperance" as Mary of the Andean Community of Five Nations likewise would profoundly move all in this area. Some already have dreamt about it. Others will dream about. Perhaps some felt a deep inspiration in their meditations this morning. Others will have sensed something new, some new love in their hearts. No one will be untouched by her love and grace. Natives and indigenous peoples perhaps had some new realization of and devotion to Pachamama, which by the way is the name that they use for Mary. Still others will be reborn in the weeks and months and years to come, having become pregnant with the Christ at this time; but not really knowing or understanding anything about this immaculate conception now.

Mary said to me: Check your watch for the time and date. When I did, I found that it was precisely 6 AM. This was reference partly to the 6th day of being here, correlating with the sixth initiation of crucifixion and resurrection, death and rebirth. It is also reference to October 21, today, which in our yearly Oneness 101 progression, is the first day of the power of regeneration, redemption and renewal. Needless to say, I felt nearly overwhelmed with all the correlations, none of which I ever possibly, in my wildest imagination, could have made up ahead of time. And which provided some measure of assurance and confirmation.

Prior to this, a pink to red light had streamed from Mary's heart and force field to the five nations. At first, I thought of this mostly as water turned to wine. In time, it dawned on me that the red color is that of the power of regeneration. This color code thus was one more symbol of regeneration and rebirth.

Maybe another 10 minutes passed as I took all of this in and gave thanks for it. Time during these experiences is near impossible to judge. I just stayed with this image and reality of Mary's appearance for some time. During all of this, the "presence and power" of it all never disappeared.

She then relayed: I come to prepare the way for the birth and return and redescent of my son, Jesus. As Sol-O-Man/Mary, I am the mother, the divine feminine, the Pachamama who comes to prepare the way. I am the pregnant virgin vessel for the birth of the Christ.

With this she now showed herself with the infant/young Jesus in her arms, the typical mother and child motif and imagery that has been used down the ages. However, in the visual imagery and presence, Jesus was radiant, filled with light, lit up like the sun, beyond imagining. To say I felt blessed in his presence and that I adored him is totally inadequate to describe the depth of my feeling for and connection to him. Then, Mary leaned over and placed the Christ child in my arms and heart. Oh my, I felt like I surely had died and gone to heaven! Again, all these attempts at description of this exchange pale in significance to the experience of it. I just do my best with the language and imagery we have to convey the experience. I know that you will "get it" in your own way.

In time, the little Jesus grew up. I saw scenes of what would have been his childhood, images of him at different ages, growing and acting both normal and supernormal at the same time. This series ended with the scene of Jesus at age 12 in the temple, where he was instructing the elders there, saying that of all the commandments, the first one was the key: Love the Lord with all your heart, all your mind and all your soul. All the rest are commentary.

With this, the visions stopped. Mary conveyed that many light workers in this five-nation region are basically 12-year olds in their spiritual awakening. They are at beginning stages. They know the basic or core spiritual principles, but now are growing into the more adult or mature applications of them. MariLyn and I are here to be as spiritual parents to guide, inspire, nurture and awaken them further. All light workers involved in the South America Mission are like extended spiritual family, all of whom contribute to the education, nurturance, guidance and even disciplining of the youth as they grow and develop. As the African saying goes, it takes a "village" to raise a child. And we are one global village these days.

Afterwards, I marveled about MariLyn's dream of yesterday morning: She had gone to a birthing center to assist in the birth of a child. At the end of the dream, she had put on her surgical gloves as the birth was starting. She was the midwife or one of them.

At the end of my meditation, which was exactly 6:40 AM, the literal and symbolic 40 minutes or moments or years of the Mark-Age or transmutation period prior to the birth or return of the Christ, MariLyn physically came and sat next to me at the poolside. Immediately, she served as my witness and ground for this otherworldly experience, this "appearance" of Mama, the birth of her Child, and the birth of the Christ in the Andes Nations.

This appearance was not just to one or a few, although I was the first to witness and share it. It was not even to thousands, as had occured in Fatima and/or at the Zion Coptic Church in Zeitoun, Cairo, Egypt from 1968-71. This Andean apparition was a fivefold appearance to some 100 million souls who comprise the citizens of Columbia, Ecuador, Peru, Bolivia and Chile. I saw it. MariLyn immediately acknowledged it, for she had taken part in it behind the scenes, and now you get to read about and marvel over it and hold it in your heart and add your divine Christ energy to it to radiate it out to the world, like on CNN.

Visualization: Imagine Mary before you with the Christ child in her arms. Tenderly, lovingly, she places the holy I Am being in your arms. Cradle him, cradle your own I Am Self, in your heart. Surround him/your Self and the Christ in all Andeans with protective love. Experience oneness, unity, integration.

Remember, too, that this newly birthed Christ will need all your comfort, all your love and especially all your protection. Give thanks to Spirit for all of this , as well as for all that is to come. As we travel through all of the five major South American centers, this birth will be multiplied five fold, even exponentially. Love is in action now.

I love you!

Oneness 101: 58 - Pachamama

Lima, Peru: October 19, 2011: 5:30 PM:  I stretched out on my bed to grab a little nap, at least to rest, it being being our weekly Hierarchal Board Meditation night, with the meditation scheduled to start at 6:30 PM our time here in Peru. Entering into a deep, quiet, inner space, I "went out" or lost conscious awareness. When I came back, in my whole third eye and inner vision was the image and presence of some woman, or at least I thought of her as a woman. She was round in every way, oval really. Her body/presence seemed to fill up the whole oval inner space of my physical head.

She had a face and a kind of a human body, enough for me to assume at first that she was some higher astral Indian chief, but still she looked like no other such feminine higher astral who ever had appeared to me before in vision or dream. She had what looked like a multitude of gemstones placed all around her clothing or forcefield, in all colors (mostly bright, vibrant ones), not arranged in any seeming order. The whole effect was stunning.

All she transferred via thought to me was: "Since you did not come to me, I have come to you. After all, we are one."

By this, I assumed she meant that since MariLyn and I had stayed in Miraflores along the ocean, and had not gone up the mountains to Cuzco and Machu Picchu, she had come to see us. Space and time were not an issue with her in terms of her ability to communicate and appear to me.

Not too long after this, we started our meditation, and I hoped and half expected that she would appear again and explain who she was and why she had visited. But, nothing whatsoever came. Instead, all I felt was a strong influx and download of higher enegies, which came down through my crown and third eye to my throat chakra, throat and lungs. All I could do was hold and ground this energy. It felt like the input had been taken up yet another small notch. I thought of Lord Michael, but felt no specific contact with him or others.

MariLyn had a similar meditation, feeling a very strong inflow of power and light, what she later labeled the strongest download she has felt this lifetime. It started in her head, went all the way down to her legs, which jumped and twitched outside of her control. Even her toes hurt during the transmission and anchoring of the power. She directed this higher energy into the earth. She and I both linked with Phillel and all involved with the South America Mission.

DREAM: October 20, 2011: Twice during the night, I had more or less the same dream: I was in or near Venezuela, where something there had somehow got into my system and negatively tainted me. I was inspired to drink extra water so as to dilute and carry away the tainted veibration/substance when I urinated; which did happen.

INTERPRETATION: Venezuela was where the first efforts by Simon Bolivar in the early 1800s were made to form a union of neighboring areas, countries and such. He formed what was called Columbia, now called Gran Columbia, which included parts of present day Colombia, Venezuela, Panama, northern Brazil, Ecuador and northern Peru. This union of areas obviously was named after Columbus, who in his fifth voyage to the Caribbean, had landed in Venezuela, the only place in South America where he had visited.

Bolivar's Columbia lasted from about 1819 to 1831, and then disintegrated because various areas and individuals fought one another for power. Nonetheless, it sowed the seeds for South American unity to come.

Fast forward to the early 1960s when a new union was established, which eventually would be called the Andean Community of Nations. It was composed of Venezuela, Columbia, Ecuador, Peru, Bolivia and Chile. In a sense, history repeated itself when in 1976, Chile withdrew due to objections by its dictator Pinochet and his brutal government. Then, in 2006, Venezuela withdrew because of its president, Hugh Chavez, who objected to some of the member nations making individual pacts with the United States, who was his sworn enemy. Chavez, a devotee of Castro, has been agitating and making every effort to establish Castro's brand of socialism throughout the Caribbean and South America.

This negative Venezuelan thought atmosphere and acitivity is probably part of the "taint" that I have picked up in projecting to the 5 Andean nations. As such, I need to work with Sixth Ray transmutation and cleansing to release this from my auric field and physical system. It is, in a sense, an occupational hazard. By the principle of oneness, we sometimes pick up others' negativity, in addition to linking with the Christ in them. That is why we must be wise as a sepent, gentle as a dove. 

October 20, 2011: 5 - 7 AM MEDITATION: In addition to the focus on cleansing, I became aware of higher plane teachers adjusting the sword-pole-cable of light that Michael had inserted into my crown chakra. This time, I thought of it as a coaxial cable, a two-way cable for him and others in the higher planes to inject light into my brain, and me to relay information back to them.

Also, this time, it looked like a pole, one end of which had a phalange (sp?) around it that was securely fastened and bolted down to the phalange around the pole of light within me. This symbology meant that effort was being made to secure and strengthen the higher-plane link up.

When this had been accomplished and I became adjusted and quiet, the woman/being from yesterday's contact appeared again, coming to me from my left, symbolic of the subconscious. This time, she was not nearly as distinct visually but she began to communicate more clearly in telepathic relay. She said to call her "Pachamama."

That totally startled me, for that is the Inca name or designation for what has been called Mother Nature. In deeper esoteric meanings to the Incas, Pachamama also is the mother matrix, the web that holds all creation throughout the universe.

The feminine being clarified: No, she was not Mother Nature but she represented the mother principle and what native or indigenous people might call Mother Nature or Pachamama. She said that she was a deva, one of the chief devas or this region of the Andes.

Native or indigenous people here, especially now up in the mountains, like in the Cuzco, Machu Picchu, the Sacred Valley and Lake Titicaca regions devotedly worship Pachamama. As the father figure, they worship Inti, God of the sun. In many of their healing rituals, these natives offer up their "heavy energies" -- fears, worries, selfishness, depression -- to Pachamama for her to remove, reabsorb, remove and transmute, kind of like a child who goes to his mother's embrace to be consoled and healed. This love of, and devotion to, Mother Earth or Pachamama is common to all native tribes throughout the world. Moreover, natives are particularly adept at working with the devic-elemental forces.

There are masculine devas as well (as Nada-Yolanda has seen and felt them), but this one was feminine, as represented by her being all in round forms: a round face, round shoulders and upper body/force field, round legs, all combined together in somehwat an egg shape. This way that she presented herself visually to me was no doubt more so a symbolic representation, rather than a specific or literal one. It reminded me of ancient earth mother figures found worldwide, which are rotund, fleshy, earthly mother figures. She reminded me also of pictures of indigenous women in the Andes who wear big blouses, multiple skirts and round hats, all of which give them an overall round or motherly appearance; and they often wear an array of brightly colored clothing, similar in their hues to the gemstones of the deva representation.

The stones or gems of the deva portray the powers, faculties and talents that are at the devas command and disposal in working with nature and the elements, including with mankind. The devas are etheric beings who come under the supervision of the angels. Devas work with all etheric, astral and earth forms, including the elements of our physical bodies. We can liken angels to our I Am or superconscious Self, devas to our soul or subconscious self, and elementals to the physical elements in our third dimensional bodies.

Why this deva apparently was showing herself to me, or at least one reason (and I suspect there is much more to come about all of this, for I barely understand or grasp it now -- so please take all of this with several grains of salt) is that devas are a vital part of the implanation of the higher spiritual energies during the South America Mission. We are to acknowledge and work with them, just as we acknowledge and work with our subconscious. Whatever we program into our subconscious gets printed out and manifested in our conscious mind and physical form. In like manner, whatever thoughts, feelings and energies we radiate out into our surroundings in our interaction with, and attitudes toward, nature eventually get manifested in nature.

At this point, I came out of meditation and looked to my right, over the top of glass wall of the 11th floor swimming pool, which I have called the Pool of Bethesda. Right next door is a series of rectangular high-rise buildings, without a single curve, circle, color or sign of any natural life. It shocked me! Here I had been in communion with the very essence of femininity, motherliness, softness, Mama Nature, the invisible and symbolic world, and now I saw what man had created. It looked and felt awful. Insane. Whacko. It had almost no relation to, or interaction with, nature itself. Yes, at a technical level, it was masterful. But it was ugly and barren and unsustainable. Is it any wonder that people living in such rat traps or mazes tend to be so sick, so imbalanced, so mentally unstable?

I went back into meditation and apologized to Pachamama for our mortal insanity. The deva then somehow managed to take an image of one of the high rises and to stuff it slowly down my throat, until the bottom of the structure entered my stomach and intestines. I was immediately nauseous and gagged out loud. She said that this was similar to how the devas felt about the mortal, intellectual, selfish, and lifeless attitudes that humans were trying to stuff down their force fields. In time, the devas would respond and there would be a catastrophe. I literally thought that I was going to throw up -- and all this reminded me of the time in Revelation where Jesus says, I will spit you out my mouth. It also called to mind the the old phrase: Don't mess with Mother Nature.

Meanwhile, as this entire dialogue and exchange was taking place, I was aware that somehow Sol-O-Man was watching over, directing and co-participating in it. She, probably along with the angels, had arranged this whole mini-lesson in angelic, ascended masters, astral, devic and human interaction.

With all that, I lingered in meditation and radiated peace and love, cooperation and coordination to this deva and all devas; and called upon all others to do the same.

Visualization: Surround yourself in a cocoon of light. Notice the cocoon/womb's rounded, smooth, organic, motherly nature. It is feminine. It is the mother matrix, Pachamama, protective Mother Nature, whatever you may wish to call her, in all her goodness and love and nurturance.

In this intuitive, feminine, receptive, loving space, commune with your body deva or the devas in your area. You may not see him/her or them, any more than you can see your own subconscious mind -- I have had only a few such visual communions with devas prior to this one. You may just sense devic presence or feel its/their gentle and loving input. See the light in the deva(s), love the good in in these beings, welcome their loving spirit in bringing forth a new heaven on a new Earth. As you see and feel it, it is.

POSTNOTE: After Phillel read this post, he emailed me and reminded me of Sol-O-Man/Mary's channeling through him on 9/7/11:

"Through devic-elemental kingdoms I also am able to implant these special frequencies to assist in this transfer of light and love and unification. For I draw upon my talents and responsibilities from olden times, in the Earth Temple in Atlantis as the high priestess Zolanda, wherein I commissioned all Native tribes for the right use of third dimensional elements to incorporate the Christ light. And these hardy workers spread forth with this message, eventually having infiltrated all sectors of this Western Hemisphere, north and south.

"So, as St. Germain/Dr. Hannibal has done in his own realm of talents, in picking up threads from Atlantean
days and weaving them for these new endeavors of unification, I too am able to dig deep and to resurface these holy responsibilities for the proper command of Earth elements to accept the coming of the Christ."

Also, MariLyn reminded me of information that Cathie Bird had sent us about a native women's group called 13 Indigenous Grandmothers. There are from around the world, and their 10th annual meeting this year starts tomorrow, October 21 and goes to October 24 in Brazilia, Brazil. How's that for synchronicity!?

Google "13 Indigenous Grandmothers" to get their website. Their logo from the web page is somewhat similar in its oval shape to how the "Pachamama" deva presented herself to me. See the website for a picture of the 13, a description of their functions, and a description of the conference (for the conference itself, click on events).

 

Oneness 101: 55 - This and That

Note: I somehow managed to skip right over sending out a "Oneness 101: 55" blog. Imagine that: I missed number 55, a double 5, on the 5th Ray mission to bring unity and integration to South America. So, I have decided to add "55" now. When you read it and the date, however, you will see that I already have sent out 56 & 57.

Lima, Peru: October 19, 2011: Today, we took a private tour into the city itself. Our tour guide was named, appropriately enough, Juan, which means John or "love." He was excellent as a tour guide as well as being loving, a Lima resident all his life who loves his city. He was late 20s, maybe 30 years old.

We had to chuckle that our first stop was not downtown but along one of the parks overlooking the ocean that MariLyn already had visted. It is called the Park of Lovers. It has a large statute, as you can see in the photo, of two lovers lying on the ground or floor or bed, embraced in a kiss. Now, I guess you could say that this is yet one more male-female image, consistent with unity and integration. However, I don't think we will be publishing it officially in our newsletter as representative of our mission here. Ha.

Alongside the statute is wonderful artwork with broken, colorful tiles arranged on walls in all kinds of decorative figures, and also names of famous and even local lovers, like Romeo & Juliet. Juan took our picture. We forgot to get a picture of him. On our next foray south of Lima to an ancient indigenous mound area, we will do that.

From there, we drove due west into the center of town, about 5 miles away. Until the 1930s, the coastal region  surrounding our hotel in Miraflores was farmland. Only after that did people begin to come to the coast to summer homes and such. Moreover, in 1950, Lima was only 1 million people -- now it has 9 million people.

On the way into town, we passed through two lovely parks, one surrounded by old, gorgeous prestigious homes, owned by those in the upper levels of society. We also went to an indigenous or native mound, considered a sacred site, called Huaca Pucllana. (Huanca means "sacred.") This one is in the process of being resored, with the adobe bricks in rows to the right. It was maybe 30-40 feet high, and stretched out 100s of yards. It goes back, if memory serves me from what Juan said, to about 300-600 AD. By contrast, the Incas were around, in power, from 1,433 AD -1,533 AD. Most people, myself included, think only of the Incas in relation to Peru, but they were just the latest in a long series of native groupings, tribes, societies and such going back thousands of years.

Going from there and traveling through narrow streets, then to very busy and congested bigger streets to the downtown area was like entering another world. The areas went from being very poor to having bigger, nicer buildings. People and cars and vendors were everywhere. The whole place was teaming with activity.

We eventually reached the "old city" and got out of our tour van to walk. We first entered the San Martin Square, which is dedicated to the liberator of Peru from Spain in 1833. It is a big, open square or park or plaza, with large buildings all around us, built with French influence. When the Spanish were removed from power, other nations such as France offered their talents, assistance and such. So, Lima has a number of large squares or parks that are inconnected  in French fashion. This is practical, too, because of the earthquake potential. Everyone in the area knows that when tremors hit, they can go safely to the parks.

We walked from San Martin square along what formerly was a major street, but now is a walkway, to Central or Major Square. Along it are all kinds of shops, food places and such. Also, we entered one of the oldest churches in this area, Catholic of course, with all kinds of artwork in it. We prayed at one altar or devotional that had a column coated with silver and gold, that somehow was connected with some miracle intervention or healing. Placing my hand on it, I could feel the collective devotion of the many who had done the same and prayed at this special site.

By the way, when we first were talking with Juan, getting acquainted, somehow the subject of Jesus and Mary arose, and we said that we were devoted to them. He asked if we were Catholic and we said no, but that we loved his and her teachings. He said, yes, that is what we really must have written in our hearts. He went on to say that he "went to church" six days a week in his daily life, in other words was deeply spiritual in his weekly activities, but that he felt no need to go to "church", meaning an actual physical church, on Sunday. This apparently is common among Peruvians and most South Americans. Some 75-80% of them are Catholic, but only 20% or so attend church on any regular basis. This is especially true of the youth.

At the Central Square, we went to the Presidential Palace, which takes up the better part of one side of the square. It must be over a 100 hundred yards wide, as you can see on the picture. Amazingly, it is also at least 100 yards deep. As Juan said, don't you think this place is big enough for the president and his three children!? Also, it is built in the grand, European, I think probably French, style and tradition. While we were there, the President's band was out front playing some official music, but also some Andean style music. Juan said that the great thing about such Andes music is that you didn't have to know how to dance -- just take a few steps this way and that and you are dancing! Sounded good to me. And about my style.

Still, we were not here to dance so much as to project unity and integration to the president and the rest of the government. So, we said a few prayers and moved on. We have no idea if he was even there or not. But at least, we had seen the place and had it anchored in our minds for later, more powerful projections.

From the president's place, we went to the next side of the square to the Francisco Church and Monastery. It is named after St. Francis, of course, and was founded by the Franciscans in the 1500s. It was one of the few buildings that survived the 1746 (?) earthquake, or maybe it was the monastery building next to it. (After 2-3 hours of visiting, and trying to remember it later, it kind of all runs together.) Part of the reason was the place survived is that it is made from adobe, mud mixed with sugar cane. When the earth shakes, it moves with the tremors, such that it does not disintegrate. Inside, it was amazing to see walls that leaned and tilted in multiple directions, but were still standing. They have about one major earthquake every 100 years in this region.

The church/monastery is still active, with about 20 monks in residence -- it used to have 200 monks. Part of it has been converted into more or less a museum, with public access. So we went inside and took the tour guided by Juan. The artwork, carvings and such were pretty elaborate and amazing -- an extraordinary amount of work obviously went into building and maintaining this place. I especially liked the artwork of the life of St. Francis, one of my favorite spiritual mentors. By the way, according to Nada-Yolanda's intunements, he was an incarnation of Kut Humi, who is the chohan or director of the Second Ray of wisdom and understanding. I had forgotten that St. Francis was the first one to have the stigmata. I remember him mostly for his simplicity, love of nature, and reform of the church of his day.

The coup de grace (sp?), however, was the tour of the catacombs and crypts under the church and monastery. It turns out that in the early days of the church, people were buried, at least their bones, under the church. Of course, you had to first have been a large donator or patron of the church to secure a spot. So, now it is estimated that the bones of some 25,000 past individuals are in these catacombs. To MariLyn and me, this seemed totally bizarre, although it long has been Catholic custom to inter bodies beneath the churches; even Buddhists keep and worship the bones of their spiritual leaders inside stupas or other spiritual structures. Is mankind weird or not? Here the church teaches that it is the soul or spirit that is eternal, that the body returns to dust, yet they go ahead and bury 25,000 bodies in one place.

As the story goes, the wife of some famous leader during the early days once came to church and smelled the stench of the decaying bodies down in the catacombs. She mentioned this to the church officials, and front that time forward, outdoor cemetaries came into vogue.

Well, that was the end of the tour and home we came, back to Miraflores and the park and the ocean, which seemed light years and another dimension away from downtown. We had two marvelous "aha's" when we arrived. First, when we came upon the Catholic church just around the corner from the hotel, which has a beautiful, tall statue of Mary atop it, and another of her on the ground, I asked Juan for the name of the church. It was Fatima! Shivers went up and down my spine, because in the days before leaving for this mission, Phillel had received a channeled message from Sol-O-Man/Mary that indicated that she might appear in association with space craft during the mission. That previously had happened most drmatically in Fatima in 1917. There, Mary had appeared to three young shepherds, one of whom was an incarnation of Dr. Hannibal/St. Germain. At her last appearance there on October 13, 1917, a huge silver disc or sphere had appeared in the sky among the thousands of devotees attending, had flashed out multiple lights, had danced in the sky and had dried everyone there who previously had been drenched by rain. Those phenomena are amongst the most graphic and definitive space craft phenomena in modern recorded history. (I secretly am hoping to have a repeat performance here in South America -- well, now my secret is out. Ha.)

The second "aha" came when we got to the hotel and talked about the statue of Christ the Redeemer across the bay on a promontory. Juan said that it only had been erected there about two months ago. It was a gift of Brazil and like unto, but smaller than, the Christ the Redeemer statue in Rio. Sananda/Jesus had contacted me in the weeks of our preparation before coming here and said that we were to take particular note of this statute as representing the core work of the South America Mission. He indicated that we would see variations of it in many places. And here it was! Like it had been erected just for our visit here. My oh my, here was one more little sign, one more instance of how Spirit works in wondrous ways to prepare us and inspire us and show us the way.

In the above picture, you can barely see the white statue of the land promontory in the distance --it's on the left-middle section of the promontory. It must be a mile or two away, but there it is. Also, at night, there is a metal cross that is about 2-3 times higher than the statue, which is lit up brightly. It's to the right side of the promontory, again barely physical. We are hoping to get close-up pictures when we take our next tour to the south tomorrow.

Thank You, God.

Oneness 101: 57 - Transfusion & Transformation

Miraflores Park Hotel: Pool of Bethesda: Lima, Peru: October 19, 5 AM: (Rather than wait a day, I am writing this the same morning as it occurred, since it has such timely info in it. Please check the blog site each day to get these up to date missives: http://healinghaven.typepad.com.)  On email, this blog and the previous one, #56, will probably be sent the same day.)

DREAM: Midnight: October 19: MariLyn and I were in Colombia, South America, on our first stop in the continent (of course, physically we never set foot there -- this is a dream). I was feeling a bit anxious about the mission, wondering how it would all work and if I were up to the task at hand. A spiritual teacher or group of them, unidentified, said to me, "Hasn't your time here in Colombia gone smoothly, pleasantly and without any hitches." I replied that it had. It was like we had been there for 2-3 days already. The master went on: "Well, then, have faith that all your next steps will go like this too." With this, he (she?) placed a sphere of royal blue light over and around my head -- the light of faith. The inference was clear: Have faith, keep the faith, keep stepping forth and walking on the water with faith.

When I awoke, however, I felt a bit like Peter. On the one hand, I had faith about walking on the water, but still my doubts, fears and anxieties tormented me, and I plopped down into and out of them for about the next hour as I laid in the bed awake. The only thing that worked in dealing with the tempting fears was to reimage the royal blue sphere as being my cerebrum, and to affirm that I have faith in God and His-Her divine principles. And that I had faith in those guiding us. Finally, I fell back soundly asleep.

DREAM: 4 PM: This time I awoke after multiple dream episodes of figuring out our flight and visit to Chile, which was to occur today. (Literally, physically, we do not leave until October 23, four days from now.) Like in the prior dream, I felt anxious, bordered on being upset, was unsure of myself and how I would handle things. Finally, it all came together such that just before when I awoke, MariLyn and I were about to leave for the Lima airport to fly to Santiago, Chile.

No interpretation came upon awakening. Neither dream made any sense, other than I expected they were mostly subconscious anxiety surfacing. It was not until I began my morning meditation alongside the pool, on a glorius morning that was still in the darkness of night, that a flow of ideas came about the meaning and integration of the two dreams.

Today, MariLyn and I are to focus on linking with all contries of the Andes. The most northern one is Colombia. We had not visited there, but had flown over it. We had been there in our light bodies. In terms of South America, Colombia is like the head or the brain at the top of the Andean spine. Moreover, Colombia represents the work with Dr. Hannibal/Columbus.

Two days ago, the projections had been from Peru to the Eastern Hemisphere -- they were horizontal, west to east. Today's work was to be vertical, north to south, even extending up to North America, although the primary focus was South America, along the Andean spine.

I was taken up in the light body and looked all along the west coast of South America, and focused on the five countries of the Andean community there: Columbia, Ecuador, Peru, Bolivia (which is inland and land-locked) and Chile. Suddenly it dawned on me: Their locations were just as I had seen in the planting of the 5 trees in my prior dream, in a pattern I had not comprehended. One tree symbolically had been implanted in each of these 5 counties. Chills. Goosebumps. This is incredible, I thought.

Then I was shown what looked like a web or net, maybe even nerves, that were interconnected within and between all the five countries. Above each country, and many locations within each country, was a spacecraft. The craft were all linked together hieronically, forming a cosmic web that was now being lowered to earth. Each craft was connected to, and working with, one or more of the 144,000 elect in its location. It was an awesome sight. Just as morning was breaking and lighting up, I could see each of these light workers starting to awaken and to be filled with new light.

After many minutes of visualizing this, linking with the spacecraft, and joining also with co-workers in the higher astral planes, I felt like the new implanation, grounding and increased of the "electrical spiritual voltage" all along the spine had been accomplished.

Then Sol-O-Man appeared in brilliant white light above me. She was not in her aspect as Mary but in her high Self identity and function as Sol-O-Man. In particular, her contact was with the front part of my cerebrum, where the love and order centers are located. It took me some time, but eventually I was able to hold and transmit this contact. Symbolically, I was now more so an older teenager or young adult in my work with her.

She showed me, too, an image of the Christ child. Instead of just being in Peru, the image now showed this child's head in Columbia and its feet at the base of Chile. In other words, the child had grown up. Each day, the child steadily had grown and spread. Was it any wonder that MariLyn daily had felt new waves of energy and of feeling discombobulated and disorented over the last few days since being here.

Sol-O-Man then proclaimed, "Wherever I Am, Sananda is." With that he appeared with her, linking together their male-female Seventh Ray peace and love energies. Needsless to say, the vibrational input now jumped up another notch. Just as I was having trouble dealing with and holding this combined force field, suddenly MariLyn showed up along side me at the pool. She had gotten up later than I had, as she typically does, but now was joining me at the pool for meditation. It was incredible timing, definitive confirmation for me, for it was a graphic, physical correlatary and outpicturing of what I was seeing with Sol-O-Man and Sananda. Holding hands, MariLyn and I now became the male-female team to hold the higher vibrations of Sananda and Sol-O-Man on earth.

With this established, Lord Michael, Archangel of the First Ray of will and power appeared over Sananda and Sol-O-Man, using their combined force fields to connect wih MariLyn and me. Until this morning, I had had no contact with him, at least consciously, throughout the mission here. Now he could make his presence and work known -- he had said months ago that he would be the one to pin down the pentagonal canopy over each of the 5 major locations, using MariLyn and me as the handle of the umbrella or as the grounding rod for his sword of truth.

He stuck the tip of his sword, which also looked like a thick electrical cable, into the top of our heads. More power flowed through us. This lasted 5-10 minutes, all that we comfortably could handle; and out through us to the light workers in the 5 Andean nations. Here depicted was how angelic, etheric, space brothers and sisters, higher astrals and we on earth were to function as one interdimensional team to graudally, in step-by-step fashion, amp up the Christ power on Earth such that it would awaken the whole continent, starting first with those of the 144,000 elect. This had to be done slowly, in sequential fashion, adjusting and taking each new step as it came. If not, MariLyn and I might "blow apart" from the power, and other light workers likewise might not be able to hold and function in the ever growing level of higher energy.

Finally, Lord Michael's energy mellowed and in its place or complementing it was the Seventh Ray energy of Lord Uriel, the archangel who is feminine. Once again, here was masculine-feminine balance, plus First and Seventh Ray balance through MariLyn and me in our earthly Fifth Ray focus and functioning. With that, the energies subsided and after sharing our mutual experiences, MariLyn and I went to breakfast. We already had been filled to overflowing with spiritual manna or food, but we also needed some physical sustenance.

Today, at 10 AM, we take a 3-4 hour tour of downtown Lima, our first foray into the city. We will see governmental buildings, the Presidential Palance, historic churches, ancient ruins and so on. Should be fascinating. And we feel ready for it, well grounded, well-wired, well-adjusted, and able to take the next step.

Thank you for your ongoing visualizations and projections of love, support, truth and light. We are all one. How many more ways can we say it, feel it, know it or have it explained and shown to us by the masters. Without your support, we could not do this work. Oneness 101. So be it.

Time to power up another step! And spread the light. So be it.

Oneness 101: 56 - Love Flowers in Peru

Lima, Peru: October 18: In my morning meditation, sitting alongside the rooftop pool that I have dubbed the "Pool at Bethesda," I spent most of my time focusing on my own healing, balancing and adjustment to yesterday's experiences and communions with Hannibal, Summalt and Sol-O-Man/Mary. My aura apparently had been stretched about as far as it could go, and now I needed time to rebalance and reintegrate my four lower bodies: mental, emotional, astral and physical. This is typical after such higher plane contacts.

Physically, I had a snuffy nose and a slight sore throat, again not all that uncommon when the higher voltage of cosmic energy flows through us. Of course, I did not want things to progress to an actual cold, so I was pulling back, getting recentered and not expecting to receive anything new whatsoever.

All that came in the hour-long meditation was a simple image of newly opened pink flowers below me and down on the earth, which somehow also extended out for miles into the ocean and up and over the Andes to the eastern parts of Peru to its eastern border with Brazil.

I took this to mean the flowering of new love on earth, as a result of yesterdays projections and implantations. The pink flowers were gorgeous, reminding me of tulips, with the flowers newly opened. My task was to water them with my love, to embrace them in light, and to welcome their ongoing opening.

Each flower was symbolic of one of the light workers in this region, and extending out to the Eastern Hemisphere. Peru has the largest ethic Chinese community of any South American city, and also lots of Japanese folks. Everywhere you look on the roads are cars primarily from Japan and Korea. We have yet to see an American made vehicle. Many of the world famous chefs here are of Japanese background.

The pink flowers were emblematic of the new Third Ray personal love and devotion that was flowering in me as a direct result of Sol-O-Man/Mary's loving, intimate contacts. I have never felt so divinely loved in such a distinct, personal way. Sometimes, when I reflect on it, I think I am going to turn into a "puddle." It is almost beyond my mortal comprehension and ability to hold emotionally.

This means, too, that I need time to adjust and to incorporate this new flow of love. I am used to having contact with Sol-O-Man every week or two, more likely every month or more. To have her presence and input on a daily basis is almost more than I can comfortably comprehend and incorporate into my thoughts, feelings, memories and physical form; especially emotionally. Moreover, part of the difficulty with all this is that this same Third Ray vibration is pouring thrugh me to all other light workers in the region, such that I am "feeding" them love in the same way that Sol-O-Man is pouring her love into me.

MariLyn, per usual in her own unique way, is feeling the same. Neither of us slept well or long last night, as I shared in my "Justin Bieber" entry. So, we decided on our morning walk to take it real easy, to not go very far, to sit on park benches and enjoy it all rather than take a long hike. Without planning, we ended up in the little park that has a statue of Mary, in her usual depiction of white and blue.

When we came back and went to our now favorite mall restaurant overlooking the beach, we both said that there was no way that we were expecting any higher contact with the masters. Only a few minutes later, however, MariLyn had a sudden jab of energy in her right crown/cerebrum area, enough to cause her reflexively to reach up her head and rub the area, and to say "ouch."

A few minutes later, I sensed Sol-O-Man/Mary hovering many feet above us, beyond our auric fields, almost as if she was contacting us from the distance. This apparently was as much of he presence that I could handle. She relayed very gently in a series of thoughts and images that she understood what we were feeling, and that she had come to comfort us. She explained that other light workers were feeling the same thing, without being able to identify it as clearly as we did. It was like she gave us both a long-distance auric balancing, gently clearing off and smoothly out any ragged areas or edges, giving us the lightest of hugs and caresses. It was if rose petals came from her to our aura, that is how gentle it was.

In essence, she said once more: I Am with you always, and in all ways. I Am with you every step of the way, not always overtly and evidently, but often seemingly from the distance in the background. However, do not forget ever to call on my motherly love and intervention as you feel the need for it. Do not let yourself feel that you have to do this all alone or that you ever are alone. We are with you. Spirit is always with you.

Once again, this was deeply moving but this time I managed to go with the flow of it and not be so emotionally affected. It was a bit like I was growing up, perhaps not being about 10-12 years old symbolically, and getting adjusted to this new level of our interdimensional oneness. Moreover, I was able then to let this loving flow extend from me to the water and out to Peru, like I had seen in the images of the pink flowers. Still, I was careful to be wise as a serpent, gentle as a dove, as I closely monitored and guarded my enegy.

My confirmation of all this came when she departed from my awareness of her: My slight sore throat was 90 per cent better, and my nose had fully cleared. These improvements remained for the rest of the day. As always, love heals!

We spent most of the rest of the day resting, relaxing and getting some additional sleep. MariLyn had a 90-minute hot stone massage at the hotel's spa and came back to our room glowing. We had another good meal for supper at our favorite Italian restaurant, Vivaldino's, and came back and called it a night. Tonight, we said, we shall sleep good. We are now in the flow. So be it.

Visualization: See yourself as a flower whose pink flowers are opening. Third Ray love flows from the ascended masters down into your opening petals. Feel this gentle, loving, motherly and fatherly input and reassurance. Radiate it all to all other light workers in your area. Link in oneness with MariLyn and me in Peru, as well as all others of the 144,000 who are here. Go with th flow and be love in action.