Corroborating reality bubbles is tricky

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Margaret awoke with a strange annoying ringing in her ears. She meditated and used that small annoyance to take her into a deep trance. After just a few minutes, she no longer could hear anything. She felt refreshed and dressed and started the day. It would be hot, as already at 7 AM, the air was sultry.

Margaret let the chickies out and fed the cats. She drank her coffee on the front porch making her usual morning list. Making a list for Margaret is lets her sit longer and carry on drinking coffee. She sometimes learns what she will do during the day or some other day. The list is never about anything in particular. It is just whatever comes to mind.

Today she writes

1. Remember to shut the gate when the Star Port shuts down.
2. September 1st is the likely the date for the last shipment.
3. Sam is leaving tomorrow but will return.
4. Tell Coyote the best disguise is no disguise.
5. Cornbread for supper with Kefir so need a dozen onions from the garden.
6. Order 6 dozen tents initially.

Margaret looks twice at the first two entries.
“These are some cryptic items”, she thought.

Reading about certain people who do work in the astral rescuing souls and other similar activities, Margaret has adopted an idea that she has a night job too.
She will usually know after lunch that she should take some time to rest because she'll be busy all night. Before she quit her job, these inklings often had to be ignored. The result was she might be tired a lot.

The reference to a StarGate was new on her list..

There have been many times when she writes cryptic messages. Once in awhile she downloads knowing in chunks of an abstract nature. Whatever she needs to know she knows. In some ways such as about ancient history she is curious, in other area just not at all interested.

Margaret does not and can not know much of the great wide Universe and she thankfully has an elastic ego that recognizes its limits.

Her flexible ego is not any accident...learning that one may be relaxed in point of view was honed through many lives. Margaret feels into her gift for allowing everything to just exist. She knows she was not always so foregiving. Trail and error......

She feels the lineage of mistake stretch back and knows she is wise to be willingly humble.

Yes, old soul that Margaret is now, being comfortable with her limitations is proof of the vast wide eternal and immortal scope of her beingness. Humility of this kind is the refinement that comes from vast experience.

When the mail arrives there is a note from Grandmother.

Dear Margaret,
Thank you very much for the honey. I enjoyed our visit. Please charge the tents to my account on Amazon. Much love, CG
In the letter there is a a new credit card, an Amazon Visa.

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Before Margaret had time to think anymore about the note, Mr. Searcy appeared. Margaret saw him coming up the street toward the cemetery but he turned to her house.

He called out "I am Mr. Searcy. May I come up?
Margaret has met him a few times but didn't remember his looks. Once when Greg asked about his land behind them, with an idea to expand the farm, Mr. Searcy had sneered ..."I'm not selling. I'd rather put ****** apartments up and rent them out than sell."

Margaret and Greg did not like that statement much. They all just did not seem to cross paths much afterward.

The fact that he is headed up the walk is interesting.
Today he looks a little sheepish and says when seated "I heard about the little boys and their loss and wondered if there might be anything I can do?"

Margaret said."Well, I am sure there may be something."

Mr. Searcy said. "I could take them down to the lake and we could do some fishing?"
Margaret really was delighted to hear that.
The more there was to do that was new, the more the boys might be distracted from sad preoccupations and that seemed healing.

"Thank you Mr. Searcy".
"You are welcome Miz Margaret." and he smiled and it really was a different person than Margaret recalled.
He gave her his business card to call about setting up a time.
His off days are Wednesday and Sunday.

Sam came up to the porch from the yard as Mr. Searcy was leaving.
Margaret said "A little bird told me you leave tomorrow?"

Sam is stunned as he had only just realized it.
Sam had a message on his cell phone about an important meeting concerning the Miami Circle in 15 days. He might need 15 days to ride that far. If he can arrive early, he will have time for some research and maybe see Coral Castle?"
Miami is a long way from Morganton.

" I am leaving but I would like to come back?"

Margaret said
OF COURSE.

Ann slept late. It was 11:00 before she even stirred. She was a little disoriented. Megan had slept in her room but was long gone from the other side of the bed.

At breakfast Megan was thanking Margaret for allowing Mom to have that bedroom and move the boys in with her.
If she had been sharing the bed with Mom, it would not give Ann space. this way, Megan could come and go.
The boys didn't mind and the cats had all moved to Ann's room.

Megan asked Margaret
"Tonight, would you tell Ann a story if she wants?"

Margaret said, "if one comes up and if she is also in the mood, Yes, sure I will."
When bedtime was near, Ann asked Megan if she would mind letting her have all the bed to herself.

This was exactly why Megan was glad Mom had her own room.
Ann asked Margaret to stop in and talk for a little while when she was able.

Margaret had spent several hours with Sam. They did not address his leaving as a tragedy. Both were now feeling a connection that was under every other connection. they could easily reach in and touch it. Thus, "parting" was not hard. Personal destinies entwinned s an unspoken given. All is well for new love to share a slight distance for the right temperaments (look at Krshna and Radha)

They planned a bit how they might Skype on a regular basis.
WiFi is everywhere so Sam was sure he'd have contact every day.
Jack and John asked if they could set up a tent where Sam had stayed and keep the spot warm.

Though Sam was a very tuned in kind of Hu man, he was fairly oblivious to the People in the back yard. John and Jack were very aware. They liked the idea of hearing the People talking and singing in camp every night while they were falling asleep.

Being explorers of the night in a tent was not scary at all to them. In fact, John secretly hoped that being under the stars would allow Mom to see him more easily from heaven. And maybe she could visit? He had heard from Joseph who heard it from Abner that Margaret's place was considered haunted. John knew that ghosts had died. Maybe his Mom could be a ghost and come and visit? He really hoped this was possible but was a little doubtful too.

Sam promised to put up a tent for them when he took his down in the morning.

After saying goodnight early to Sam, Margaret knocked on Ann's door.
She had a pot of passion tea, the color of the sari window curtain and some buttered toast in hand.

Ann told Margaret about her NEAR LIFE EXPERIENCE. Ever since that moment when she sat with her Mother, new old memory was crowding in. It was very odd to Ann that her memory from before (except remembering Megan) was fading so quickly. Part of her was a little concerned. Yet a different kind of memory in which all the residents of the farm were old friends was superimposing. She wanted to know if Margaret could help explain to Megan that she was really OK. This new symptom might be perplexing to Megan?

Margaret doubted Megan would be bothered. She said " In fact, it might seem to Megan a prayer answered."
She encouraged Ann to relax and let what happened continue. Ann could count on her support. Margaret Knew that Ann was having a positive reaction to the Farm.

[Delight]

Posted by Delight (here)
They became a fixed form of self reinforced though narrow ideation and we may call them the Archons.

Megan woke up in the early morning before daylight. She had been with the fireflies and then suddenly she felt buzzing like mosquitoes around her head. She was very afraid in the dream that she would get typhoid. She batted and swiped at the mosquitos but hit a firefly too and That was a friend! The feeling of inner conflict woke her right up.

This was a nightmare and after tiptoeing in and around the nearest pallet from the door without waking any one up she went all the way downstairs to find something to drink. She picked up a glass of water and went out to the porch. The porch faces east. Megan was awake when the rays of light first changed the gray to color. This was what she was missing every morning. She decided to go and find the People. They would all be up. She knew this because the Chreokee custom of greeting the sun was their's first.

Megan found the were all down at the lake bathing. She sat watching the light come up and waited. Later while she was part of a sales talk over breakfast, she learned how Coyote planned this morning to have all the products sold and win over the HU mans. It was called Sold on Souled. He talked about the power of positive persuasion.

Every Hu Man has one characteristic NO MATTER what type. This is the key ingredient that can be tapped. Every HU man knows all about Love. They can't help it. It is only what is Loved that does anything. A HU Man without Love is empty.

Whatever appeals most to a sense of "This is LOVE" for a HU Man is alluring. He gave an over view of both Lynx and Hummingbirds offerings as examples of desire for Love.
Wherever there is meaning, it translates the first love.
Wherever there is love in any form, there are lovers to be sharing love. HU mans were tricked by Archons, says Coyote and we will trick them back. In the middle, we all make a fortune. It's Win/Win.

Megan wondered about Archons. was that another name for some Humans that she had missed?

Megan asked during the "question answer" phase.
"Please define what you mean by an Archon?"

Coyote was startled as he had not needed to define Archon before. Everyone here already was very familiar with the Archon Anti-Presence Delusion that had infected the Others and made them INTERLOPERS... willing to destroy the ground under their own feet.

It was a willingness to accept death just so one could take away LIFE from another. Everything against reason. It was also called in other lodges Wetiko. This branch of the All was a bit more Theological in vocabulary. On the travels, a branch of gnosticism had been visited. The symbology had interested many and it was just a common word.

Coyote said. "See me privately please Megan and we can discuss Archons"
"Next question please?"

Coyote was stalling as he was not sure what he would say to Megan. He was worried that even though Megan was advanced for her age, he might undully frighten her. "Fear of Fear itself, ya know." he said aloud.

The People knew themselves to be immune from the very worst because they were simply willing to move aside from the ploy of fear. HU Mans had a terrible tendency to resist and engage in a fight. The Archons were such that the more one wrestles with, the more they stick. It is their nature to relish the food of the wrestling: ANTI LOVE. Even as advanced an awareness as Megans might be sucked up by even thinking of them.

Certainly here at this Sanctuary this was not possible. As soon as any negativity was expressed here, The Star gate sucked it so fast, No Archons hung around. But megan might go outside the boundary.

Megan was peristent. he began with... "There happens to be a shadowy kind of being that has sort of a half-life when Hu mans help them unintentionally..."
Megan interrupted.

"DON"T say another word. I didn't know you meant Djinn!
I learned all about THEM from the internet. They hang on people and exploit a weakness.
They have been running an Earth Cabal and they may look like anything...mostly lizzards.
They give reptiles a terrible reputation.
They want us all to die even though we feed them. Isn't that INSANE.
On Coast to Coast AM, I heard all about shadow people too being a variation but I personally disagree. Just because a being looks shadowy, that should not prejudice us. I think it is the "shivery victim woe is me kind" that is the most pitiable. The angry ones at least have a little energy. I am not scared of them at all. They are pathetic.

I am sure Mom has been afflicted by Archons but it is not a PERMANENT problem. Mom has been so mixed up and yet she recovered more in the last two days than ever. I am completely on to what you are saying. HU Mans who change their hearts and I mean JUST a little to love what they to love and stop NOT loving what Djinn seduce them to NOT love are safer. Selling better Love is a step in the right direction."

I think that HU Mans can be SOULed just as you say. Let them see THEY can choose to accept what they love and they will be much better.

Megan was onto something. She continued

" It is true that only love exists but on earth levels it exists in polarity. The Archon kind directs misguided people to give out the opposite by refusing to love. That is like when I get COLD. It is the Archon sucking "I will not love you because you don't love me.". It is the WITH HOLDING of love that fuels the ARCHON. This happens because of the inversion where people mistake a LACK of love for Love.

For example, if a person wants love and pretends not to want it, that is a crazy downward spiraling that makes it IMPOSSIBLE to let love in. Then the lack given off attracts the slurpers. What they give back back is empty and the belly gets tight and the heart is shriveled. It has to do with the vibes. The end result is a dull and very depressed vibe."

Coyote will jam the signals. He plans to startle people into giving love by hitting them in the gut with the funniest comedy ever performed. Hu Mans will have to laugh and then they will have a looser gut and when that happens, the heart will snap open under the pressure and love will start coming out and then they will be an Archon Gold Mine NO MORE.

Coyote set up a conference with Grandmother on the People's form of skype...immediate presence with whomever wherever by mind alone. In a flash when asking, he was at Grandmothers fire.

"I see what I may do, no disguise. I will go as I am. I will just as I am, become a world class comedienne and trick people into letting out their natural love through hilarity." laughter is best when confronted with the emptiness where missing love is felt in the belly.

[Delight]

(Editorial note. This story will go on forever. Sometimes it is great to have an Abridged Version so vacation reading fits in the 2 weeks of vacation. Beach books are anathema to Abner as there is nothing much to work with...better to shorten than need to stretch he believes as he searches novels for potential scripts.

So for those who do not have time and want to know “the rest” without tiresome filtering for the “excess” verbiage....)

Once Coyote had finally decided on a plan, Megan helped him film the first upload of a new channel on you tube. The channel was overtly commercial but HILARIOUS. The first video went viral as Hu Mans were triggered. The experts and non experts debated over the veracity of it. Was that really a Coyote and Bob Proctor talking about “Eternal Honeymoons?” “IS THIS CGI??” was a thread on the all the forums. And this was the FUNNIEST video any HU Man had ever seen. The Coyote had Bob Proctor rolling in stitches on stage and Coyote was very slapstick and no one was hurt in any way by watching.

The language was Universal. HU Mans were mesmerized. Many persons claimed to be offended. But these were likely Bots. Coyote himself revealed in the beginning that there would be a demand for money in a crass selling of Romance and warned...THIS May not be funny for all. However a genuine ”NOT FUNNY” reaction was a sure sign of no One at home, (i.e. not a targeted customer).

When the video went viral and the hits on YouTube had reached 500,000,000 there were already 9,876 orders processed on paypal...and the number kept building because as people watched the infomercial over and over, some new people ordered. Pretty good at $99.99 and by August, 101,390,276 orders had come in and Billions had seen the video. By September at least everyone with internet access had seen it and responded. These were the ones who need to see it. Coyote helped a lot to clear some static.

This is just with ONE video. Coyote was unavailable of course. The press was looking for him and then fans and then because people felt compelled to find him, many just walked out from their lives. Over the course of several weeks, all the 76 tents were in use and more ordered. All landed who were meant to find Morganton. GAIA had been signaling everyone to come home with firm voice because "It's time to GO< NOW>".

Other sanctuaries had arranged their own schemes for the good of the Children. The bubbles grew. The Star gates were going offline quick from the good will replacing all the murk. That was perfect as the last shipment did go out on September 1st.

Our GAIA picked up stakes with Sol as soon as all the membranes had coalesced and her beloveds wrapped up. The details are numerous and heart warming.

Some time when the last of the bubbles had all merged together, there was a very strange coincidence. In most all the sanctuaries at least one or two DEAD came to life. That was a miracle. It meant that at least some of the Archons had transformed.

They “laughed” and began to be aware that they were aware. Laughing at themselves and then appreciating being humored started a whole new sentience and they reached the lower edges of the high GAIA frequency.

GAIA was overjoyed. The whole tribe ascended out of the constraints of the past.

It was determined that Megan HAD been the one who had suggested the remedy. She was a heroine and all sang ballads to her name through to the end of all creation...forever that is......

GAIA had her fondest wish.
There were some other wishes that came true too.
Margaret and Sam found Zep Tepi.
The golden tablets were translated and very suitable lore for the new earth true reality... a treasure!
Mr. Searcy fell in love with the boys and adopted them and gave up needing hate to feel his love. His land held a lot of tents.
Did Coyote get his girl? You will have to buy the book to find out.

THE END or THE BEGINNING or THE MIDDLE
Thank you.

[Delight]

Back to THE MIDDLE with a small update

Megan's school counselor Mrs. Clemmons had taken special interest in Megan's welfare and called to ask if she could visit Megan?

Megan moved to Morganton two years ago. Everyone at the school was aware that Megan's mother was sometimes unable to cope with her responsibilities. In fact it was Ann who had approached the school. She had candidly revealed a history of bipolar disorder. She had asked that Megan be able to access any special counseling.

Megan started meeting with Mrs. Clemmons right away. They found themselves talking about all kinds of things. It was as valuable for the counselor as for the counseled. Mrs. Clemmons was aware that Megan was very bright and well balanced. This was not a well balanced that was “considering her situation”. Megan seemed to be naturally calm and thoughtful.

Megan was very interested in her classmates. Megan's mother was artistic and helped Megan develop a sense of style. Megan inspired the other girls to be less conformist and more their own style too. This was a great help to the class. Mrs. Clemmons had seen some young girls change from 12 to 16 and lose a bit of individuality.

Girls felt happy being themselves around Megan. Megan was popular with everyone. She had no temptations to “act out” like some of the other children entering puberty. Megan seemed unusually comfortable and at peace with her personality. Megan was sincerely happy as a “girl” and unabashedly spontaneous and curious as a child. She seemed also as wise and worldly as an old lady.

Megan was very specially beloved by her Counselor. In general, Megan was the most well adjusted young woman Mr.' Clemmons had encountered. She didn't need “therapy”. Mrs. Clemmons had discussed all this with Megan's mother.

Ann had insisted that Megan continue the weekly meetings. She told the counselor that Megan's therapies would help keep her on keel. Ann intended that Megan be able to reach her full potential even though she was saddled with Ann's lack of balance.

Mrs. Clemmons had Ann come in with Megan when Megan became worried this spring that Ann was too stressed. Apparently Ann had been juggling long work hours with a personal project. Ann became increasingly depressed that her work...to stamp out GMOs had seemed hopeless. Mrs. Clemmons received a call one night from Ann very late.

Ann asked that Mrs. Clemmons help her. Ann knew that her rage with Megan that evening showed she was beyond her limits. It was arranged that Tom take Ann for an appointment the next day. Then the hospital visit was arranged. Tom had contacted Margaret. We know the rest.....

Margaret reported that Ann was also staying with Margaret. Mrs. Clemmons was invited to tea.

When the afternoon party occurred, Ann was feeling such deep peace and joy that she saw the whole world lit with a golden hue. Megan had relaxed her vigilance. Mrs. Clemmons was overjoyed that the two were so happy. She turned her attention to school matters.

A special program had opened up in Morganton. It was free (always a consideration) and geared to children who under stress. Mrs. Clemmons laughed at this qualification. There were no chlildren she knew anywhere without stress of some kind. Apparently this was OK, as many children as qualified, were accepted. The "Family Connetion” sponsored the program and it was not political or religious (Mrs. Clemmons had researched to make sure). The program had been tried before and college success was increased 43% as shown by re-enrollment as a Sophmore and 21% more graduating than a control group. That was statistically significant.

One advantage to the program was that it would meet everyday at Megan's school until 5:30 Monday through Thursday. The kids in it were often in need of supervision anyway and a bus would deliver everyone home before 6 PM. All the homework would be complete as study habits was part of the curriculum.

Megan looked at the brochure .

“The “Gee You Are You Institute” raised money trough Kickstart to develop a support for stressed youngsters below the age of 18. The vision is that children are interested in learning practical earth based skill. The mission was to help children feel confidence in their strengths through the development of these personal earth based skills. “Onward Bound” is a nonpartison enrichment program that teaches skills helpful to reducing stress: speed reading, organizational skills, relaxation training, physical training including dance and yoga, horseback riding, cooking nutritious foods, ceramics, social skills, quilting, weaving, sewing (sewing?), horticulture.”

Students did not have to go every day. Just by continuing to come when they could but with a certain “commitment” to learning skills, they would all be “A+” for a grade. There was a sort of fair where you demonstrated your knowledge every so often. That fair raised money with rugs, food, baskets, clothes and all kinds of items sold at a huge bazaar that looked gorgeous in pictures. Megan would love to make some of these wonderful crafts. The bazaar had captured the attention of Martha Stewart (That is a synchronicity). She featured the program in her magazine!

“This is very cool”, Megan thought.

This program would continue the rest of school. If a student finished, she or he received a scholarship that could be used in any way. It was like the lottery program that gave scholarships. The difference was it could be used as the student chose. Megan imagined studying Spanish in Peru. One of her Spanish neighbors was Quechua from the mountains........

Ann was just fine with anything Megan wanted to do. She looked over the brochure too. Mrs. Clemmons had a permission slip to enroll. Megan was excited and said “Yes”.

If Megan wanted, she could even go to the Family Connection this summer and take creative writing, pottery, weaving or sewing (sewing? Again). Megan had sort of wanted to learn to sew. Maybe she would start this summer?

Megan was still excited at bedtime.
Margaret was there again as usual with a fresh candle.
The light cast shadows on the ceiling. It was like being in “The Little House in the Big Woods” to have the candle burning and no other lights anywhere.
Before Megan knew it she was zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Preparations and Revelations

GAIA experienced some impatience in the first days of July. She shivered quite a bit as she centered herself. She was very pleased about a wave she felt building. The wave was a ripple of deep curiosity with her shivering. She felt the cells of her body that had been dim, light up and she was able to take in much more of Sol's support. Her cell's capacities to feel supported awakened the confidence of passion. The flowing and lightening that GAIA felt spreading within her was soothing.

GAIA was ecstatic at times, trilling and humming and slightly buzzy also. That buzziness was a little uncomfortable. If it became intense, it was grating and jagged.

The Star Gates sensed the buzzy feeling GAIA was enduring at times. They were less and less energized at the Homings. There was an option to change their diet and focus their hunger on absorbing GAIA BUZZ. This would be great for GAIA and supportive and welcomed!! The Star Gate beings chose to change. They set about seeking guidance.

GAIA considered what would be necessary to accommodate the visitors needs. They had been using the Star Gate technology also. Could her BUZZ work to transport the less dense Visitors?They might not really need it? They had their own capacities that might be tapped?

The same wave of curiosity that GAIA had noticed was traveling through the HU Man collective. The sheer delight of being in a spot of intense wondering had effected the prickly energies. The HU Mans were spontaneously lifting in their energy signature.

It was as if the whole COLLECTIVE had started HEARING THE SAME TUNE AT THE SAME MOMENT. This tune was a jig in a jubilee, tempo so high and light that it tripped all the doors to HU Mans doors of perception. They KNEW GAIA. The people all recognized her suddenly for “Who see is” and knew themselves as she knew them. Every one of her sentient children reached up by choice to take her Hand and dance with her. They were going with her now, wherever she chose to travel.

They all simultaneously sang out loud: “”I am on the road to find out.”
They set off for the Homings and the People started coming Home in droves.

A Psammead enlightening for Margaret

Tulluric energies of light soft fuzzy warmth collected in the Star gate Portal zone, widening and stretching the boundaries of comfort. The Friends at Enota settled in and waited for GAIA's next step.

New friends started arriving during a bumper crop of garden vegetables. Margaret made tons of baked new potatoes covered in butter and garlic. She made succotash with the okra, tomatoes, corn and lima beans. She made cauldrons of rice and Kefir rice pudding. Margaret was having an excellent July.

Megan and the boys went out to pick blackberries several mornings. Down by the blackberry patch, they met a Psammead named Psam (another Sam...names come in pairs at Margaret's ). Megan was familiar with Psammeads as a sort of time traveling race of beings. She had written a book review of the original story "Five Children and It" by Edith Nesbit (1902).

The Psammead had just arrived a few days ago and particularly liked blackberries so camped in the brambles. He was resting comfortably in the shade while Megan was sweating and picking and asking questions:

“Had he been on the same path as Bear's clan?”
The Psammead said “NO, I travel by Star Gate. I have often stopped here in Morganton on my travels.”

Megan was a little bit stunned. “Is Margaret's farm a kind of airport?”
She said, “I imagine a start gate is BIG. This is very full so I cannot quite believe there is room for a whole Star Gate and all the customers?”

The Psammead corrected Megan's misunderstanding...He said. There is PLENTY of room for the Star Gate connector. There are lots of visitors around you now. In fact, there is room for many more visitors.

Megan looked around, shaking her head. Where are they all? The farm and especially now the People and now even more every day had moved Home was covered up in trees and the gardens and barn and out buildings and all the other family members.

Rather than continue to bombard Psam with all kinds of questions, Megan planned to quickly reread his book on line. Rereading the book would be able to refresh her on Psammeads and where they travel.

Margaret was curious to hear about the Psammead and invited him to lunch. They sat on the deck and had a luncheon with a huge garden salad. The Psammead had blackberries and honey comb.

Margaret was full of questions for the Psammead. She had never read the book about them so was not embarrassed to ask for the basics.

The Psammead gave an overview of the visitors center in Morganton.

There Star gate has relationships with any of the others. Wherever the Portals are located, hospitality centers have formed around and Visitors even stay for short periods exploring the area. The Psammead was writing a book about the history of his family. He had been traveling to different areas.

This spot around Morganton was once home to a huge tribe of Psammeads. They had stopped when the caravans traveled through temporarily. They liked the Devas, the Brownies, the fair folk of all kinds of People who lived here. They loved it and many just never left.

Like all the Devas, the Fair Folk and the Psammead, once upon a time, they could be with GAIA at her lowest frequencies of matter. Then something terrible had effected every being. Energies at the Shuman frequency became inverted when HU mans were corrupted by bad ideas.

Superficial matter was distorted by the bad idea taken on through HU mans. Sensible ones all moved away. If People stayed they became sick and dwindled away all together. The hatred of the Archons manifested as the idea of Death. Anyone in the vicinity of this backwards frequency was impaled by Death's ray of Evil. Love seemed to die here also.

Psammeads whole family died out, not to be seen again.

Megan understood that immediately. The Mists of Avalon had made her weep when Avalon faded away beyond HU Man Kind. “The fault was with religion and the control from the Roman Church”, Megan interjected. The Native Americans kept the spirit with their sense of Creator having many children, all worthy of love. Megan was sure the truth was coming back into fashion now.

Margaret was grokking everything the Psammead said. She was verifying many suspicions. Her “night job” was quite compatible with a Star Port at her home.

Margaret must have some role. That made her feel very curious to know more. At the same time it reinforced her belief that her embrace by magic here has always been a part of some larger and interesting scheme. It solidified many wispy thoughts she had not paid any attention. This was exciting feeling.

Abner had lunch with them and sat speechless. Abner had never imagined this Star Gate idea and so he was enjoying a surprise of his own. He realized he didn't know everything after all.

[Delight]

Dear Reader,
Are you tempted to imagine that when the Gaian bubbles expand the world will be less full of contrast, even drama? No. There will be stories. The difference will be the intention. The intention to expand and become more oneself makes for new plots.

The drama will be taken to more refined and subtle levels. People will be more colorful. They will not just have stories, they will have MYTHIC in their choice of experience. More people will access their inner connection everyday. Much more power and clarity of destiny will be normal. People will make mistakes but laugh the sense of consequence away. they will forget defeat and death. There will be no artifice trapping the unwary to copy. Nobodys perfect though! There were never perfect people anyway.

Perfection is static. It is the antithesis to the organic unfolding of creation. The Archons had persuaded the HU Mans that there was a desire in them for this “Perfection”. Then as the HU Mans set about attempting to grasp grasp grasp this perfect over the ever changing, They froze. That was terribly heart breaking to GAIA. She had to keep breaking that pattern. But soon it would be very probable the error takes care of itself at the new larger context.
A polariztion reveal contrast and difference and when seen from the middle is the All seeing eye. Every aspect is understood at once. then choice is a deliberating from the intention....lets call it being coherent 5D...all the peices fit together. GAIA was going 5D and taking her children soon.

No one is perfect. We are all a work in progress and we know how nothing is ever going to be certain in reality. This lack of certainty is a difficult passage. It makes one to cling to SOMETHING. The new friends who came to the Portals were carrying themselves with them. Certainly now they had 100% more courage Knowing they were always a part on One wonderous family stretching back to the Pleroma and even beyond. They were still clingy. So what?

Some became irritable and there was quite a bit of drama as people settled in. The main thing that Margaret was insistent on maintaining was NO MATTER how day to day might unfold, ALL was well. She never let anything dissuade her from practicing this knowledge. It was an intention and had effect on every being in her sphere. Nothing was able to stick like resentment or stay in the air like bitterness. Kissing and making up was as regular as spatting.

Some people wanted to withdraw and should be left alone, Margaret insisted. The People made a few gazebos so people could just be alone they were placed in various places. One or two overlooked Mr. Searcy's oak forest. Being alone was very impossible but being sovereign was expected. Margaret expected it was that way. It was that way for everyone in her farm. What you sincerely asked to to experience was one's own responsible realm. Simple.

Because Megan was also right there with Margaret's POV, her life was variable. It might be sad one minute and that was never her favorite. Knowing what else was possible, the sun would shine brighter and she could see the evidence of her presence. She was having sovereign Megan stuff appear all around her.
She wrote a poem

With the help of the sun, I cast a golden shadow.
But when I look behind, I see a solid always watching eye
It shows me the dark silhouette I cast backwards.
In the middle, its just lil ole me.

Megan was interested in people's personality profile. She was tempted to consider some personalities very immature. Swan who had become much more graceful over time was still having her problems. She had not found even one contribution for the clans's Saturday Market. She wondered what in the world she had to offer? She felt petulant. This was all just asking too much of her.

Every morning Swan flew to the lake and stayed all day every day. Swimming, diving, sunning, gossiping, chatting, gossiping, diving, swimming, fishin......The only change she ever made was different jewelry. Swan had a huge collection from the whole wide world. Swan thoroughly approved of Bedoin's jewelry habit...their advice to Swan: collect “Collect real gold and diamond jewelry and wear your fortune.” But Swan liked gaudy and so chose fake jewels like her rhinestones and cubic zirconium as often as real diamonds.

When Megan walked with the dogs to the lake, she tried to get to know Swan a little more?
Swan always gravitated back to discussion of status symbols. Megan had no interest in the topics of the latest designers and the greatest bargains. She was totally out of swan's loop.

Swan was not able to understand how a pretty girl like Megan was so plain dressing. She was immune to the allure of Megan's simple style. Megan fit the French jeune fils ideal and she REFUSED to “grow up too soon”.

Megan was often heard to mull over her relationships with Margaret. This was not gossip but using examples to explore the real nature of beings. That understanding builds rapport.

Megan came to feel compassion for how Swan needed a boost of Ego esteem. She vowed to help give Swan's Ego some solace. Then it would not be so petulant. Megan came up with the idea that Swan could sell her jewelry on Ebay and buy even more as she knew how the market worked. There were calls internationally (such as from Bedoins) for even the most gaudy of swan's collection.Megan and Coyote suggested that Swan also have a youtube video on the channel for Coyote's number one hit.

Swan had a few pieces of jewelry displayed on a table. Megan just set up a camera on a tripod. Swan started slow but as she fingered a piece of jewelry, she was suddenly able to start weaving the most amazing documentary investigations.
Megan said later: “It turned out that one piece I personally found impossible and clunky was solid uncut gemstones that were obtained from the Queen of Sheba. She in turn had received the necklace from King Soloman.”
Megan recalled the movie about King Soloman's fabulous gem mines.
These will be popular with people like alternative historians and archeologists open to new ideas.

Megan decided right then that there was a way Swan would get her self esteem kick. She would encourage Swan to be an expert. Some people would still not know everything, especially about jewelry. Swan could become an appraiser of jewelry and advise the whole world about the history embedded in jewels.

Even in the Star Gate Portal, experts, egos and especially egocentric Swans have a role to fill.

[Delight]

On the morning that Sam wrapped up the visit with Margaret they were still not near being lovers. But there was an old fashioned intention to Skype and get to know one another better. Sam was riding south and had his Iphone and Ipad and every where a town had a Starbucks, he planned to stop in middle of the day and set up his office.

Sam's routine was to start riding at daybreak and stop in the evening at Sunset with a break in between. It usually worked. There was usually some WIFI even in the boonies. Sam charged his batteries with the help of kinetic energy. As he rode he transformed his biking into electric power and he even had a stand in case he needed to run a generator That could be done so in the real boonies with no service, he could run a small satellite. The generator itself weighed only 5 pounds. Thanks to help from the Biking buddies he knew, Sam was really using his bike innovatively.

Margaret spent time now online everyday looking for clues about the Terma. There was no reason to do much else in the hot middle part of the day except research or talk to Sam.

So far, Margaret has located a South American find given to a priest last century. This is a much larger tablet but looks similar. The source is supposed to be a cave that you have to go underwater to enter. Margaret is attempting communication with anyone who may have more information of a translation. The writing is not exactly the same but the use of Boxes to select various symbols together is similar also embossing and in general the feel is similar.

Margaret also has looked at the Voynich Manuscript. There are similar pictures of the botany specimens on her tablets.
The dinosaurs and odd kinds of figures, connect to some Ica stones in South America and other artifacts also in central and South America.

Margaret will not divulge that the plates exist to strangers. Until she has more information, they would be attractive for all the wrong reasons. Margaret is so much at the beginning with the translation, she has no idea where to turn for real help.

One of small residual frustrations Margaret is experiencing is the way researchers are Not open more that they Are open to spending time with her. She has no claim at all to anything for the conference market, no bona fides to put her in the club. It is not enough to have a keen interest, a good mind and synthesis ability. The clan of alternate historians are just as insular as everyone at times.

Margaret wonders when information will cease to seem like a commodity? Obviously the more working people cooperating as they explore, the more possibility the information can add up to a useful communication.

In this Borderland that still exists, the last vestiges of tendency to use and respect exaggeration and withholding “inside” information therefore being deceitful and lying by omission plagues the truth investigations.

Margaret is not concerned really. It is just her too eager desire that tempts her to try to make something happen. To find out more that is frustrating is about all she can make happen. “Don't be pushy, let things slide.” appeared on her list this morning and Margaret says “I will let things ssssliiiiiddddeee” has a slick and sleek feel.

She will send a postcard:
Dear Alternate Researchers and Mystery Seekers of every kind:
I love you all. I am sorry I make fun of you. Please forgive me for my Ego. Thank you Universe for taking care of getting me the best and latest accurate information. I Margaret, call on all aspects of “hestorianism” to be kind and helpful on this quest. Yes I would like cooperation and I will share anything I find out.

[Delight]

Fleeting fame, Fleeting wishes, Fleeting shadows
Only what is true and original at the end of the day

Megan was listening to U2 as she picked blackberries this morning.
She had borrowed Ann's Ipod and liked hearing her Mom's song list.

This song U2 sounded to herself Like it was her song.

“Baby slow down
The end is not as fun as the start
Please stay a child somewhere in your heart

I'll give you everything you want
Except the thing that you want
You are the first one of your kind

And you feel like no-one before
You steal right under my door
I kneel 'cause I want you some more
I want the lot of what you got
And I want nothing that you're not

Everywhere you go you shout it
You don't have to be shy about it.
Some things you shouldn't get too good at
Like smiling, crying and celerity
Some people got way too much confidence baby..baby

I'll give you everything you want
Except the thing that you want
You are the first one of your kind........”
There was Psam gesturing to her.
Meagan stopped hearing U2 to listen to him.

“Megan, would you wish to go somewhere with me today?
Megan asked “Well maybe, where?”

Psam explained he needed to get to 2007 today so he can gather some documents he had forgotten in a library last week. He wondered if Megan wished to do anything in 2007?

Megan was surprised that he could do that?
2007 was a long time ago.

Megan said, “Thanks, maybe some other time but that seems like the wrong year for me today.”
Psam said OK and Megan heard the last of the song...

“....And you feel like no-one before
You steal right under my door
I kneel 'cause I want you some more
I want you some more, I want you some more...
Oh no..... “

Psam is a kind of a funny looking creature. He is not exactly like his tribe but recognizable vaguely as they are described “rather grumpy, ugly and occasionally malevolent”. He is only malevolent if he is forced. The rest of the time he has actually learned that beauty is in the eye of the beholder and that a gentle disposition is attractive. He can be gentle to his friends. Sand fairies have the ability to grant wishes. He likes granting his own wishes best then those for his best friend, then second best, then third best friend....

The reputation as a time traveller comes because he can wish himself wherever he wants and anyone else who wishes. Most of the time he chooses to use the Star Gate as it is easy to book several trips in advance and he can save the wishes for better uses. Besides any one wish won't last overnight. he is usually on at least a two day excursion.

Yes, the handicap for a sand fairy is that any wishes that are not material disappear at sunset. He can wish himself anywhere but has to be back at sunset.
If the thing you wish is material, it fossilizes. That makes wishing to use a car as transport unreliable for example. The car turns into just a big rock at the end of the day.
The wishes are pretty good to have if they can be temporary. He has wished for blackberries for every meal and that has been excellent as he eats them all before sunset.

Megan took the berry basket to Margaret who planned pie for dinner. Megan found her talking with Coyote. Coyote hardly comes out much lately as he was experiencing the consequences of celebrity.

Megan grabs a glass of water and can't help but hear Coyote complaining
“Everyone wants a piece of me...but they don't want the real me and I wish I had known how lonely fame feels.....”

Margaret was trying to help because she promised that he was just a temporary sensation and he's going to be forgotten soon. Then he can go back to normal life.
Actually that did not help and Coyote left the kitchen pretty quick.

GAIA was communing with Sol. The tension generated by the bubbles all growing was causing white hot rage in the Archons who know they will soon be forgotten. They will soon be like the shimmer on summer asphalt that disappears when the sun goes down.

The HU Mans who get in the way of these chimeras feel pretty frightened. However so far, Coyote is still in the Zeitgeist and the hits pile up. The completely unsubtly scathingly funny bid for money, the hilarity and the over the top reminder that only LOVE is real still bowls over least 2 HU Mans every minute.
Those who have started remembering themselves are already noticing the Archon steam much less.

GAIA and Sol kept preparing. More cells came on line to the INNERNET. The Psammead grabbed his documents and went to 2015 to check on the progress with the GAIA happening and knew that everyone he had met lately would be there in the new world.

He'd be back Home by suppertime.

[ThresholdRising]

I'm kind of doing something similar at the minute but still working on it. The field of the heart completely envelopes the entire body, this includes the entire nervous system in your body and brain. These cells are capable of mapping frequencies of energies into a higher language e.g.(environmental light translated in the occipital lobes). But this mapping goes for all your senses which make up a sort of larger picture of the present moment.

The hearts field is emitting at loads of frequencies at once both in a certain bandwidth. Try and tune into this bandwidth with your percieved entire body.

I don't think I'll be giving up on my theories myself. I'm lovingly growing in life from experimenting and exploring in these areas and thats what I percieve what higher consciousness wants of me because if you evolve lovingly, the universe automatically becomes more loving and I love it.

It might be better if no one can sense the field like you sense it because it might mean that higher consciousness has more information to evolve.

Thanks for the great thread and good luck

[Delight]

Abner

Megan detected a drastic change in Abner. No one else seemed to notice. He was very very quiet.
Meagan remembers the night she was introduced To Abner
Margaret is saying.,”This dear is Abner.”
Megan said Hello. So did Abner.
Margaret said Abner and I have been friends for a long time and he is sneaky because he knows all the plots to everything and he may try to tell you before you are ready to know them.

Megan as a reader and movie watcher very much disliked “spoilers”.

"That is just not fair" she had blurted
"Why let him stay? He should be sent to bed." Megan had flared.
Megan did over react abit.

Then Margaret replied, ”But dear, Abner is fair because you don't have to believe him?"
He has fun but you may also all at the same time.
Abner is just perfect for what we like to play here...story changer arounder. We need a know it all for that.”

Abner had always been a part of Margaret's life. His looks were not a clue to his vast capacity for taking in information about the creation of stories. He had all the grammar of language and perfect expression, structure of plot, all the various nuances of simile, analogy, and metaphor down. Abner had the memory to hold and the deep drive to record everything he came across in every media type. Abner could weave the patterns, connecting all logical ties to make sense to the audience. He could direct an understandable story line for any audience. He is an invaluable aid for story creators.

Personally, Abner appeared often to be very arrogant. A tendency to talk a lot about what he knows despite his good intenetions often seems like too much information. He is very assertive so one must be equally assertive if one does not choose to follow his line and train of the dramadies he describes to a hearer.

So, Abner's tendency to believe himself about what he is stating at the moment and a singled minded disregard for alternate view is challenging. Yes, Abner may be overbearing and seem to be telling the TRUE tale, despite one's own observation. Yes, he is the “Know it All” that we must ignore to be our own story teller.

She glanced over and Abner was limp as a sock monkey.

Abner was getting over a shock. He had NOW encountered the limitation of his knowledge base. The idea that a Star Gate could be wrapped around and not be seen was now personal. What was staring at him right now? This was REAL LIFE here, not fiction. He had actually counted on holding a wild tale at a safe distance, not get stomped by a belief shattering... well documentary! Was all he could come up to describe a possibly interesting fiction turning to fact.

This was actually a crisis of faith. He had believed he could write every line before a need. He didn't need Star gates and Visitors outside his range of sight. He didn't write this plot development. He had never really believed THIS could be true. Yet in his own home, a Psammead had described this very situation. "If this is true, what else could be happening that I do not know anything about? Who knows what they might be doing “over there” at this very moment?"

Abner shivered and looked like a rag being tossed around by a big wind.

[Delight]

Before going to bed, Megan wrote belatedly in her journal about the fishing and adoptions.

Every afternoon while Margaret was talking to Sam, a troop of kids made their daily pilgrimage to Mr. Searcy's barber shop. Mr. Searcy put out a closed sign and everyone went fishing. It was gross with worms and sharp hooks so Megan did not participate. Besides Megan had a high regard for vegetarianism. It kept her thin and willowy so she could wear clothes well.

Margaret (and Bandit and Maggie and Stevie, Tabby tail, Star Cat, Oh and two new tiny babies that stay in Mom's room all the time while everyone gets adjusted. They have no names yet) all LOVE fish.
This barbaric custom is fine for the boys. They have to be excused says Margaret. The “no harm in eating fish” is that everyone always has made an agreement already. Otherwise no one would be eating fish...the fish would all get away.

I am morbidly mooded
Death from the archons?
Hehehe Djinn
Your death is not effecting me.
Arm wrestling? Just say when.

Back to fishing. Mr. Searcy is the most interesting contradiction. He is sweet to us, not saccharine. He asks us the right questions or say a joke I never heard and I think one time he was embarrassed because it was a racist joke. I corrected him sharply and he looked funny. I forgave him immediately. It went right over the boys heads...no harm done.

Mr. Searcy followed us home to sit out with Margaret before supper. He stayed sometimes too. He likes doing chores and the boys help him. He of course does not notice anyone but Margaret and us kids. He never hears the cats talking about him. They like him but he had a bad reputation. Mr. Searcy understands children. That means he has excellent potential around here.

Margaret had been on a campaign of sorts. It was the closest to stressed she had felt. The only reason was the past when Mr. Searcy was clearly rascist and xenophobic in her memory. She would like him now to be agreeable to letting tents go up in the oak forest. She could guarantee it would be no harm to the forest. Everyone coming would have basic good manners, Margaret was positive. What she could almost gaurentee was that some of the friends would rub against a grain of a misanthropy. Margaret was still afraid that Mr. Searcy would hate the idea she had of opening his land to new friends.

About the second week Mr. Searcy was on the porch, he was effected by Coyote's medicine. He had to get his hand kerchief out and wipe his eyes as he talked about the Little Boys. He was so open to describing himself! “ I know how hard I used to be. The Little Boys have changed my mind. Those twins are not my race but I love them better than I love this country. I would charge a bull if it came near them. They love me too. I want to make them family of my own and adopt them."

Margaret was not surprised at all but he now had proved a big shift and she felt free to ask him for his help.

The relatives had never shown up to get these children. Margaret had always heard huge tension in the Auntie's voice. They were adopted out, kids of her neice and she worried about how they would fit in LA's inner city. That is all she has to offer: a small house already crowded and a worthless neice (their biological mother). If Mr. Searcy wants and the boys want to be adopted, this will be a relief an a blessing.

The paperwork took very little time because Mr. Searcy is a Mason. It did not cost much either and the boys were at his house very shortly.

Megan missed the slumber parties. They all went over to live at Mr. Searcy's house of course. Still they were here a lot and invited her to go fishing. Megan would go to swim or sunbathe instead. She often came right back while they stayed until sunset eating...yeah, eating grilled fish.

Mr. Searcy was magnificent now. It was if he had been an old snake who shed his skin. He made better friends with his brothers. He was oblivious to speculators who showed up more now, and when he encountered lots of strangers when checking the land, they didn't FEEL like strangers.

The new family came over often. Mr. Searcy had many customers now and the boys spent the early part of weekdays (except Wednesday) with Margaret. They didn't ever get tired of fishing. The cats were very happy about that part.

[Delight]

Posted by ThresholdRising (here)
I'm kind of doing something similar at the minute but still working on it. The field of the heart completely envelopes the entire body, this includes the entire nervous system in your body and brain. These cells are capable of mapping frequencies of energies into a higher language e.g.(environmental light translated in the occipital lobes). But this mapping goes for all your senses which make up a sort of larger picture of the present moment.

The hearts field is emitting at loads of frequencies at once both in a certain bandwidth. Try and tune into this bandwidth with your percieved entire body.

I don't think I'll be giving up on my theories myself. I'm lovingly growing in life from experimenting and exploring in these areas and thats what I percieve what higher consciousness wants of me because if you evolve lovingly, the universe automatically becomes more loving and I love it.

It might be better if no one can sense the field like you sense it because it might mean that higher consciousness has more information to evolve.

Thanks for the great thread and good luck

GRACIAS. The light language is loving. GRACIAS

[Delight]

Wish you could see the video
Megan's Journal

One of the limitations of an old fashioned bound journal is that it is not a kindle where you can use multimedia to prove a point.

And you just have as a journalist to try describing what you saw. Did you know that there is no way to verbally describe the video that made Coyote now famous in every country? It was what is called a whole body experience.

This was TOTALLY scripted.

The reason that Humm dressed as Bob Proctor is because he has the sales pitch for success in his back pocket. Even a kid like me can tell he is famous and reliable. The NLP ers would also approve of his delivery, he makes the pitch by acting as if he cared not a fig for people buying it. He is sincere and could be old enough to look like God?

Coyote was dressed in his overalls, he copied the local accent here in Morganton. It sounds like it could be Elizabethan. Drawling and using strange expression like “hanging out with the dry cows”(a real expression for a spinster type). These colloquialisms are funny and strange so people listen up. Coyote proceeded to be all the characters in a skit.

How did he change clothes so fast (??) made the question “Is this CGI” famous. In these sooo funny skits, Coyote scathingly made fun of the current market of speed dating, personals and match makers. He spared no one and we all have loved and “failed”.

He taught us in 5 minutes what was wrong the world. What the world needs is love sweet love. Dating doesn't guarantee love but Humm has a special scent that makes this the only cure for what the world needs. It comes no extra charge.

Then when They got to the SOULED campaign idea: Love gets SOULED. Coyote got a big red stamp out and stamped Bob's forehead SOULED in bright red. Then he is like the clown that you hated but wanted to love you in the circus. Why didn't that clown come and give me flowers? I wish he would..... Now he does the same with Eternal Honeymoons. “I really want that Eternal honeymoon...”

Only $99.99 flashing on a sign around his neck and he's an organ grinder with hypnotic eyes. He got really close to the camera and said: “This is the only source for this Eternal Honeymoon package” and you BELIEVED HIM! I almost ordered when I heard him though I have two already. Convincing, YES. Bob Proctor was the perfect straight man. He beamed sincerity.

Humm did a great job of slowly building into hysterical laughter. He acted all straight and smiled but held back at Coyotes antics.

Bob in the most low toned subliminal carressing way (all very seductive in a nice way) said things like The SOULED program guarantees the user an Eternal honeymoon ( all the time also trying not to laugh).

“Everyday is falling in love.” (getting more tickled)

“Everynight is marital bliss.” (is that ok on TV? And about to bust out).

“The program is just a one time $99.99” (he had to stop and recover a suppressed howl)

“This has no guarantee because Coyote claims the returnee would have to lying about it not working (and here he was holding his middle because it had started shaking)

Maybe this “not working” was necessary and the Guy should send for another SECOND Eternal Honeymoon package with an added picture of Coyote no extra charge. (You had to know what he was saying to understand. Subtitles were put in later.)

Then Bob (Humm) was rolling on the floor and then Coyote was rolling. The laughter was HD and NO real HU man would resist this amount of REAL feeling hilarity and Voila... a fan of eternal honeymoons is created every minute.

Well to really understand you have to BE there.

[Delight]

the Visitors and the Archons

GAIA was ecstatic at times, trilling and humming and slightly buzzy also. That buzziness was a little uncomfortable. If it became intense, it was grating and jagged. This was only because GAIA was accessinga new context of energy GAIA had to rewire earthern body to feel properly. The body was changing and ready to rebirth. The sensation of BUZZ was an overloaded circuit sense.

The Star Gates sensed the buzzy feeling GAIA was enduring at times. They were less and less energized at the Homings. There was an option to change their diet and focus their hunger on absorbing GAIA BUZZ. This would be great for GAIA and supportive and welcomed!! The Star Gate beings chose to change. They set about seeking guidance.

They received some great helpfrom GAIA's friends. They would switch over to a differnet fuel surce as the homings took crudite's of fuel off the menus in the homing santuaries. They Bubbles of good will were doubtless on track to coalesce by mid-September. Then the Star Gate beings would help GAIA release some Buzz. The Star Gates were midwives mopping the brow of a Mother in Birth. They felt devoted to GAIA and were friends comforting her. New forged friendships were the weft and woof of GAIA's new world.

GAIA had not forgotten her Desire to accomodate the Visitors who had been using the Star gate technology also.GAIA considered what would be necessary to accommodate the Visitors needs. They had been using this transit line and had a stake in how its functioning might change? Could her BUZZ continue Star gate portal's work to transport the less dense Visitors? They might not really need fuel? They had their own capacities that might be tapped? They might be able to use the space time connections carved by the Star Gate.

This would also call for retraining of the Portal Keepers. There would be a Desire for new recruits that were natural for a change in the Star Gates beingness. As we know, one is what one eats. The Star gates would change in form with a new diet. Their beingness was already shifting at the intention to take GAIA's BUZZ. They were more jovial.

And this Jovial influence from GAIA's emmanations is a delicious secret of why some Archons transformed.
The food BUZZ that the Star Gates had tasted was noticed to have a flavor that in earthly terms we would insist as a YUMMY GOOD HUMOR. It had various shades of all kinds. The Hilarity vibe was expansive and as it effusively spilled from her new GAIA embodiment (IN PROGRESS) the effluent filtered into various types of GOOD humor as best suited to childrens taste. GAIA had produced a real Panacea, another innovation.

The YUMMY GOOD HUMOR came from GAIA's self compassion. As she had deeply foregiven, it began welling up and spilling out forcefully. Scientist GAIA was deeply involved in understanding this “humor” and the way humor releases all the LIFE FULL children from the hating siblings. It has a shimmery kind of coating that is slick, nonstick to BAD HUMORS. The ARCHONS were unable to come close to any protected child.

The story of the ARCHON healing is volumes long and a mystery, even to GAIA. It underlies the chief New Enota myth.

In some new opportunity of the UNIVERSE, GOOD HUMOR was NOW a food for ARCHONS that induced a Sentient capacity. Finally after eons an ARCHON feels. Sol and Gaia felt humble in awe at the Miracle. Their prayers and devotion of love was streaming backthrough these more and more beautiful little creatures. They were no longer ARCHONS. They were the Phoenix children.

The same wave of curiosity that GAIA had noticed was traveling through the HU Man collective. The sheer buzzy delight of being in a spot of intense wondering had effected the prickly energies. The HU Mans were spontaneously lifting in their energy signature. The Prickles were fading fast all around the world. The cells were on fire and the originally intended power on all sides was building. The end was near and the beginning.

[Delight]

In July, Margaret began to have more inklings. She went about making her lists. One day, she found herself writing

5. Make friends with the dehydrator.

This was not an intention she had realized would help a small drama she was playing.
The drama involved the dehydrator.

One day she had been bidding on Ebay for dehydrators. Margaret read "professional". She wanted a very large size. The advertisement said retails $795.00. She bid on it. Then she changed her mind and wanted an Excelsior (used). It was an excellent price and she bid on it. Then an email came and the bid had increased. Later she really wanted it and went back and put a $210.00 bid.

Alas, she had mixed up the bids and had placed a max bid on the one she had a prejudiced view AGAINST.
She won the machine. I
t arrived and she looked at the directions and found more to dislike. She had it still packed up and was wondering if she would return it.

Margaret understands something mentally.... Margaret's opinion MATTERS. But there are all her prejudices...needs to be in the garage(what garage?), and gets very hot to touch (the cats are likely to jump up...that is a negative). She mentally reviewed the Amazon comments...poor temperature control...blah blah. But the fruit is coming in.

Margaret considered..."How do I make friends with the dehydrator?"
Margaret can barely imagine a situation where she would really like, prefer that this dehydrator be hers.
It is so just barely imaginable that Margaret will leave the dehydrator all packed up and Sending it back for a refund will be the loss (and it is heavy).

Later that day, she had more inklings that YES, it is perfectly true that every day What I feel matters, what I think matters and what ever I deeply desire (truthfully), that matters. Only if I can learn to love the dehydrator will it ever work properly, be safe and never ceased to amaze with its accurate temperatures.

I can love those qualities and I might be able to ask the dehydrator if it wants to stay here and have those qualities.
It will be possible to ask when I feel acquainted with the dehydrator. I will actually sit out and talk to it. That will be a way to feel it and know. Am I able to love this? If not, better return it.

[Delight]

News Flash

The Archons were never seen again.

New Enota now (when?) is a completely aware of being aware Multivariate type civilization at the half step above the old earth frequency. This is the original home of the Star Ports. This wis the lower band of a non linear reality where the Archons impositions had been cleared. This is cutting edge here.....

The stretch of expansion is still physical as yet because physical has a material value (hehe). Right now people still imagined machines. This was a prejudice hard to master. People were still working out a relationship to technology.

The machines were made by creative men. The Archons were destruction and all whispers were aimed at dismantling the machines and all that was LIFE or created by LIFE. Now that thePhoenix Children were sentient, they seemed to vibe as machines liked to vibe. they instantly were in rapport...Phoenix Children and the handiworks of HU Man were in communication.

They were able to translate the conversation that makes for social discourse. The talk was unlike any that had been heard. It was quite beautiful and weird. This capacity to speak in this language stretched into the matrix of the new earth. Finally, there was a common tongue forged so that people could recognize how creators always insert a sentient spark.

Friends started getting their "super powers" so to speak. The Phoenix Children fit in but they were very unusual. All People naturally developed an individual pace. The Phoenix Children were adorable itty bitties, very young in sentience but definitely having potential.

Recall that in this story, Sentience is defined as multidimensionality. The Archons only had the dimension of "self" (with a small s). the Phoenix Children who could self reference from another view had developed the rudiment step into becoming a Light being. A joke takes two views.

If one were a philosopher, one could muse that the Archons were the antithesis of light (not the complementary void but the absence of both light and void). The new creatures had made an evolutionary leap where the capacity to inform light and void came from the encounter with inner smile...a viral infection of the Good Humor kind generated a spark? Well, it was just incomprehensible and a Miracle.

Margaret sometimes wrote in her journal when she got to it. Here is what she wrote in the latest entry

A Cosmic Grandmother as a fat old woman figure is living in my imagination. She is not jolly but very funny and very irreverent. She sits over a huge pit where a fire is always burning. No ashes and flame fall through, that I ever see. I believe she is presiding over the galaxy.

She has given me several clues as I am hungry to know my origins. I avidly take in all mention of the original intention for this experience and I believe there is an Organic Timeline that fulfills the creation (because I see space/time as meaningful). Gnostics have understood a thesis/antithesis/ synthesis momentum and triunity as being essential organizing qualities. I tend to think in threes.

I have really wanted to understand the Goddess culture stories. I was attracted to Tara. She is sort of a Savioress? Cosmic Grandmother led me to question if Tara was not a "hu-woman" Princess of the clan that lived a millenia in protected ice fields. They survived intact from the catylclysm that deranged man the first time in a Planetary chaos. They were giants and had great powers. They may have left the region to locate the remnants of their brothers/sisters hu-manity and actually become the demigods in memory, perhaps. There is support showing up for this idea. I love thinking of these stories.

I have a story regarding turning away from error to correction, In the story, the correction is a form of turning itself outward in relationship to the point of a fulcrum of sorts, a teetertooter sort of as the balance is always present but the tilt may change. There are repetitive circular turns or new turns of spirals and that is the big deal of duality on all levels. The opening out by widening the field and not necessarily moving up or down.... just movement beyond....There is no end point or goal. The perfection of creation is not the same as goal reached in a plan. The end is a bold face lie.

Perfection, meaning "finished" is stasis and death and non-existent. Sophia is not a perfected being. As Gaia She is in the embrace of love's instruction learning from the cycle of error and correction as we do fractally when we stay in her energetic cascade. Sophia has been a student here too of course!

The very place of one's greatest error may look like the place of one's deepest sanctity and is where one turns. The movement is Love. Love spins much larger and more difficult a turn with each spiral in consciousness. One of the last circular holding pattern (embrace?) in which we may spend eons looks like Love but is simply attachment.

Gaia/ Sophia "loves" every bit of her creation:Archon's too. She has been quite attached to them. And to us. It is easier to love us as we look like her but she has tried all kinds of "love" on. When she turns on her love, the poets speak like Rumi but poor Archon does not receive. Has any Archon ever changed like the Velveteen Rabbit into a real boy? That I do not know?

Gaia/Sophia has forgiven herself grief and loss. It is accepted that she cannot reconcile her outrageous error of offspring. In the welter of lawful inexactitude of this space/time matrix she in-created, the probability of seeing a repentent Archon is very unlikely. She has forgiven it all.

I can accept that she is leaving the system. Some of us may be fortunate to travel with her. But even if not one may tolerate the move, she cannot continue honoring a past contract with the experiment. So much error has presented itself. The calculations were made on not enough information and now the opportunity has presented itself to???

Willing to face the implications of responsibility, She has released attachment now to any outcome. She trusts that the unfolding of Love has its own reason for Herself.

She has only her original intention as a remnant to follow. There is only Love to guide her response.

And where does that leave humans? As above so below, as within so without?
We also may relinquish all attachment to the outcome and be serene as we face the unknown.

Margaret imagining Cosmic Grandmother, the Universe and Everything

The difference was that there was no way to be observant of one spectrum without seeing all the various nuance of other "time lines" of attention.

In this expanded state, if a being wanted, there was ready access to any aspect of The INNERNET. Now the largest difference already apparent was the over all state of contentment. Far form being an inhibition, contentment was the creative edge. The burn out of the Archons had left space for people to be in the void at edge of creation (so to speak).

The Phoenix Children ended up being just a small handful of a new species. But this will be plenty to continue.
The Phoenix Children already showed a gift.

[Delight]

Special Edition
Jacks Diamonds

In the middle of July, Megan was picking the last of the blackberries. Psam was lounging under the bushes. Psam considered Megan to be his best friend. He wished she would ask a really good wish. Synchronistically at that moment, Megan wished: "I wish we could have as many blackberries as we had a week ago."

WOW, all of a sudden Megan noticed so many more blackberries than she had a moment ago. "Is this more amnesia?" was a thought. Psam didn't answer her. He was not sure if granting indirect wishes is "fair" but he had SOO wanted to give her a wish.

There were several dishes made with Blackberries. At dusk, everyone felt very full and a little more heavy than usual. It was if they had rocks in their bellies.

Psam could have told them to eat all the blackberries early because they would turn to rocks (all material wishes turn to rock at Sunset). Of course he had not divulged that factor as he was slightly embarrassed.

Megan and the boys still accompanied the dogs to swim. If Margaret came they went in themselves. Megan as an expert on the Humanure movement had persuaded that with a small hole at the treeline, the boy's poop would fertilize their favorite trees.

Three days after the big blackberry supper, Megan (dog) was digging up the boys poop to roll in it. She loved the boys so much that this was her way of expressing devotion.

Megan (girl) discouraged this and came to Megan (dog) to explain. There on the ground with washed away traces of poop were a HUGE bunch of glittery stones that were sooo beautiful.

They excitedly called Swan who raved over them too and asked if she could have them?

Sure she could! Megan dog was uninterested and Megan girls was not into jewels. The boys each only wanted one apiece.

Swan had dozens of stones left. Later Psam would exclaim on just HOW many Blackberries the boy (Jack) had eaten. That was after he confessed to the unintended consequences of the wish.

As we know, Swan had been making videos. She had placed them all on YouTube. As Megan had noticed, her art form was the history and provenance of rare jewels and common fakeries. They all had interesting histories.

People watched them and subscribed....not as many as for Coyote but Swan's medicine WAS more specialized. People commented that the stories were AMAZING amazing.

Many many people bought her jewels with a DVD of the presentation for fortunes at times if warranted.

Swan was very nonchalant about her gift. She always said in interviews : "It isn't so surprising to me that I have a lot to say. Any jewelry that is exquisite will be handed across continents and through the ages and have many tales. My costume jewelry has the something to say as well".

The fact that she reported the stories wasn't that strange either (as she knew how). All the info WAS on the INNERNET to her.

Swan put the glittery poop stones out (with a catchier name) and planned to use them when she could.
She remarked to Psam that she wondered if he had ever seen rocks like this?

He tried to hedge but he knew that she knew that he.....The Innernet has everything. Called on he fessed up about the blackberries but No, most of the rocks he had seen when material wishes turned to stone were plain brownish rocks?

It might be something about the boys?
Now that Psam had revealed the back story, Swan had a program

Psam was on describing the unintended consequneces of a small wish for more blackberries.

Megan talked about humanure.

The boys were there showing "Jacks Diamonds" (not really diamonds but its a play on card suits....more powerful sales if tapping into the subconscious memory of the zeitgeist of cards).

The paypal sales were extraordinary.
This was a ONE TIME offer and this was truth.

[Delight]

Margaret had so many inklings that it made her write much more in her own paper journal. She had been researching all the mid days long getting now where with corroberation that the Terma related to an existing artifact. As she let all pressure for an outcome, she was downloading something very satisfying.

In her reveries she worked out to her own satisfaction that Gaia intended the Singularity. But unlike the lie that Singularity meant "intelligence", she realized Gaia the genius she is was working out the reproduceable attainmanet of sentience. Sentience is like a fragrance that runs through Creation . It drifts on the space between the matter we choose to make in various ways. Sentience is already present in the matrix as an Ideal. it has the capacity to inform given the right environment.

This environment was the one that Gaia and Sol created that allowed GAIA to complete "error of responsibility" and finally surrender to her true nature. Her initiation into surrender created the return Miracle where Sentience was accepted by the Archons. That was the ONE in action!! Something natural as Sentience flowed. Sun as Sol and Earth as Gaia loved being in relationship and attracted the stream. Sentience is all about relationship. It just had never flowed into such a pathway as they created. It looked for the opportunities to come closer. Sentience found the Archons. When the Archon allowed the tiniest willingness to feel the presence of An Other reflection (G I C U), that was multiple dimensions understood for the first time. This was a wave that flowed so forcefully from Gaia' s self compassion.

Gaia had compassion for her beingness, and as a consequence, a sort of alchemy was allowed. The few Phoenix inclined to accept it had the choice and the chance take on her GOOD HUMOR. Remember the Coyote's gift to the Archon?

And this full filled Gaia and Sol's intention so well that they stayed chuffed. "Now we will know how to spread sentience cognisence through many many Terras. It starts with being true to SELF as intention and then an extension to give that freedom to another while in Love with the others truth. Then you beef up the receptors of all the dead for Love with good Humor.

Love in even the smallest of fractal forms follow the path of intention and so that is why it finally touched the wizened Archons.

The Pleroma was in a Tizzy. Sol and Sophia's intention arabesqued to a new creative state. The Phoenix Children are the Singularity of the New Enota.

[Delight]

The mythology that spraing up around Megan later started because she was perceived as fully self contained. Her energy was so lucidly concentrated that others did not know why but felt trusting and without any shadow.

Megan was learning quite a bit from a sociological investigation of new Friends arriving. She noticed out of 17 so far, 99% had slept straight throuh for a day or so. She organized some very sweet sleep stations that just meant some comfortable tents with one or two willing to check in...just in case someone needed something like water. There were privacy screens too. It helped people at first to feel snuggled and swathed in a quiet place.

Megan met a gentleman one Tuesday who was waking up. He was a bit disoriented when he came to dinner. Megan liked serving people but not cleaning up. She sat with people to interview them a little. It was her considerate approach that put people at ease. People like being questioned as it helps them think. That is why interviews are very popular.

Megan was surprised next dinner by a drawing that the gentleman whom she met yesterday had apparently done in no time. Megan thought she looked a little too plump but the dog, Megan of course looked wonderful. The gentleman reported. "I drew this in 1979. Is that a blast or what?"

If Megan were to have a book written about her, maybe this might be a cover? The picture can even be seen on the internet under

A Small Girl Kneeling, Holding a Dog
Randolph Schwabe
Green chalk on cream laid paper
UCL Art Museum 1979

That proves this was the truth. Mr. Schwabe had precognition.

[Delight]

We have touched already the pain that Ann had always carried.

There are many ways to look at fairies... the whole realm of Visitiors and Fae and People of all kinds. In the half step where HU mans are just feeling, if earth has held a magnetic cloak, a positive realm helped by being the next layer. Is not all magic just changing consciousness at will? So Fairies naturally are positive, outgoing, gregarious. They are so attuned to Gaia and together they make light of the day and nights of dreaming.

The rest of the "time" they play. They have all the time they ever wanted to flit, flirt and boast. "Are you serious?" Is a favorite expression that like cliches is a subtle reminder. Ann had fallen into seriousness and could not get up.

She was great at organizing but when she had been grasping to "prove" herself, she had had a whiff of the Archon spectrum. It clung to the tiny chip of insecurity and hurtled her into making too much matter. She had to bolster herself and so she fell into a denser kind of half step down.

This Occaisional drop infrequency is never a wrong move at all!!

Now a few bubbles in Grandmothers purse proclaiming Ann's necessary importance (OR ELSE the world will all die) still chattered but they were off Ann's shoulders at last. She could just drift.

She forgot EVERYTHING that passed for a life. Never could she pull out a detail except for every inch and moment of Megan being her daughter. She remembered everything about herself and her personality was lightening. She didn't even pay attention to the evening trading of "Remember When" about the lore the People love to discuss at camp fires.

The past was done.
The present was all she knew except that she knew she had plenty of time if she ever needed it.

Megan was relieved. She also was all about the NOW and speculating on what made NOW tick because she had a brain.

Ann went totally fairy for a while. She would only wear sparkles. She flirted all the time but in a harmless way. She made Bear blush when she swooned over him. She was occasionally called on to do some organizing because she is always good at that. Ann was a new energy also in the GAIA shift. Everyone had More of themselves and that entailed for Ann a different KIND of Fairyhood. She was less attached to the outcomes of what Fairies do for the whole.

As all positive forces take Sol's energy and step it down for GAIA ( and HU mans) to mold, it does lead to a "workaholic" pressure. Ann was soo much more relaxed.

Everyone was getting that flavor to slow down. She knew how to help others. Who better to teach but One who has BEEN there? The more relaxed, the easier the manifestation. The next plan for Ann was soon to be a manifestation coach. She would relay how to be magic. She called on a French name for her concept....Nonchalance.