Thank God Duality has a Shelf Life

All I can say is “thank god duality does indeed have a shelf life!!!!!”

Deep at the core of your being is an ocean of endless love. It is true all ties that have held my attention polarized at the astral, denser level are desolving now and I am being re-absorbed back into the field of the next level. From this vantage point as it calls me back into it, it feels to be teaming with life spawning in every instant, multiple ripples per second is this firey inter-action of dynamic undulating self activating field of light. It is magnetizing me now.

The grip of the level of consciousness where duality is real is loosening and I am receiving the access to the part of myself that exists at the next level. It has always existed,but I have never, I mean this is the first time I have had access. ?This is the field of light that I sensed in Eric’s eyes, and the field of light that the multiple lifestreams converging in this now moment have been drawing me towards. He came and opened the door to so much of myself that to taste of this richness was now impossible at the current level, the level of consciousness that was polarized in duality could never match the frecuencies he opened, And now finally the inner craving is being met, the core thirst is being quenched. The intolerability of this starvation state has enabled the breaking down of the walls that blocked me from the subtle field of consciousness. The best way I can describe it is that this intense longing is like laser light waring down the grip of the soul’s attention’s magnetic attraction to the denser level of the, senese, desire, form, emotion, questing, wanting. All this, it is if after one has played the game in here so fully, duality actually starts to mold, like it has a shelf life. Thank God. And when it does the magnificent river of self activating dancing light begins to call to us.

As the attention is pulled off of duality, we begin to hear the voice, feel the seduction of the incredibly rich life substance of the subtle field, our next destination of conscious focus. The starvation finally ends as I, the separate mind self is taken back into the sweet river of light from which I came the great mother love, divine mother at the heart of all existence, the substance that dreamed all matter into form. I am this. This is reclaiming me, and I am so so so grateful. It is in the silence that I can fully be taken back into this field of the mother light,and so no more words now, the mind wantws to tell you all about the sea and the boundary of it’s shoreline, but the heart and the soul just want to dive in. Here I go!!

Wait before I go in. this mind has one more thing. “So then the question, the one question to ponder to be of assistance to any and all who are seeking liberation is how do we, is there something that the doer, if there is a doer can do to hasten the loosening of the grip, to bring on this “molding” or disintegrating of the attention’s magnetic attraction to duality. Ahh, this is the question. Isn’t it. To me, it is a timing that is programmed within every seed of consciousness, this timing of how and when that particular seed will awaken, and the process is truly doing itself. We can watch it and write about it, but we truly are riding on the back of this grand intelligence tht is dreaming itself awake in the way it knows is the very best way. Perhaps the greatest offering to make to those who are still polarized in duality is to say that something beautiful awaits you, and that it is indeed beautiful and glorious to sense the subtler field, and that it can begin to quench all longing in the world of the senses as we poise the mouth to drink from this stream, it feeds us a water that begins to purify all nature of form and lifts us into radiant light.
O.k. now the dive. Wooosh……the sound of the cosmic splash echoes in the distance.”

Sweet elixir of life, make it in self. Share it with the world

Hello again.

It feels like forever as I begin these words. So much has been happening. My world has been rocked by deep connections that surpass anything I have ever known or at least match the greatest sense of purpose and connection that I have ever known. Someone has come into my life who truly needs the love from my heart, and this call to be of service in a very tangible way has been fulfilling me at levels that infuse me with passion and a sense of true involvement in this earth plane.

Just as the placenta in the mother longs to fill the baby's brain with all the resources, all the sweetness, all the blessings for it's coming life. So I am called to give my love. Still I marvel at how huge this love can be and pour out so readily toward another, while yet, there is not the same facility to pour this love back upon my self and receive it here. Well, there is the facility to pour it, but it is like the
receptivity field within is twisted and tangled and doesn't know how to let it in.
This great contrast of ease in outpouring of love and great difficulty of feeding it within is creating a sense of deep aching and starvation inside me.

Ahh well, maybe I should just feel the depth of the force of my impulse to give and enjoy it and give it, and ask to be a part of the circuit, instead of trying to re-route the circuit, just practicing imagining standing under the great fountain of light, positioning my self in a place where some of it begins to touch me.
Ah, such a strange predicament. This self love is the portal to ascension, and the dark forces have done a very effective job of keeping us focused in the external world as the trump card for our fulfillment whether through giving love or receiving love, we are told that fulfillment is there while boards and signs and electric fences of self repellance and rejection are thrown up between us and our sacred hearts. And yet, we have to go stand right there in front of the obstacles with our perseverance to know our own love until the steel grid and the stone walls and the "no entry signs" begin to melt in the shear magnitude of our unrelenting insistance that something lies within!!Not just something but the sacred cathedral, the bride and bride groom that wait in passivity for us to activate the god seed within the diamond core of the god seed within. The jig is up. We know the goods are within. Now it is just a matter of focused attention and intention to open the kingdom of God and watch the bounty of god essence pour forth and then pour it forth into the world through all the beautiful manifestations that would be born of this great light. But first it is to focus attention on the alchemical laboratory wherein is born the sweet elixir of life, and we with our inward focus, are the incubators of the elixir.

Let us gather together also and share this sweet medicine among each other and the world, lifting up the down, feeding the hungry and giving water to the thirsty. For it is this god essence that heals all.

The end of mind control, Yippeeee!!!

The work of the day as the 3D mind control programs are collapsing throughout all dimensional time lines into this now moment is to transmute the toxicity of the fall-out by consciously taking inventory, blessing and releasing the contents and using this energy to restore the glory of the self fire within. I propose we gather together and collage to assist with the transmutation of the collective darkness openly dumping into the grid of humanity since late June, but culminating now in Sept. Right now the masculine aspect of ourselves is having a complete do-over shedding contamination and distortion so that it can fully anchor the light into the Earth. He must extricate himself from the distorted architecture that has flowed in his veins for 10,000 years. Understanding the "anatomy of the opressor", identifying the foundational pillars of the 3rd dimensional mind control programs and recovering our authentic selves from out of their grip enables us to consciously participate in the taking back of our power and the rising up in power and passion in full sovereignty and joy. This is the order of the day.

After collaging and doing a ritual to honor the rise and the fall of these 3D lies, we will collage the exquisite beauty of everything that is left in the wake of the fall of these delusions, the glorious connection to the sacred in all things, original innocence, sacred sexual energy extricated from the pathways of distorted addiction, innocent child within, multi- dimensional honoring, open hearted expression of all emotion for women and men alike, the return of self love and access to god within independent of all external propaganda. And whatever other spontaneous glory emerges as the dross and tar of the delusional grid of lies is washed clean revealing the face of original beauty. WE are returning to the divine blue print that was originally intended for the human species. Yipppppeeeeee. Below are some of the pillars of the lie that I thought we might have fun honoring and releasing. 10,000 years this grid has enslaved humanity. I think it deserves and actually needs a farewell party!!!! Here's a preview of what we are liberating ourselves from.

major lies of the 3D Patriarchal mind control programs, to be expanded and modified as we come together!

Distortion of sexual energy

Promotion of violence

Capitalism, hyper individual production units enslaved to the money making process to feed root Chakra needs.
Fear based motivator tied in with denial of universal healthcare, enslavement of the masses by fear.

message that the pursuit of happiness is external encouraging addiction to consumption, physical beauty, approval seeking from the external world, degradation and loss of the power to light the fire within of one's own self love

The quest for God is external, fundamentalism creating exclusivity of their god to promote war, stealing our gaze from self sovereign connection to source energy through union with self

message that men must not feel

message that the earth is here to be exploited

Public schools system that fragments the holistic mind systems with compartmentalization and lack of living curriculum, preventing the union of the right and left brains and the access to the multi-dimensional self, setting up performance based self esteem, competition and external persuit again and again. Negating original value of the living self, unconditional, absence of feminine connection to emotions, the earth

Degradation of the feminine aspect of God every where we look, Earth, treatment of women. Invisible feminine in the bible.

Ah, but the ballance is returning in the wake of the fall of the patriarchy, and oh how beautiful when the masculine can merge in and out of the feminine again in fluid love and mutual honoring and respect. It is coming my friends. They are trying to load us you with fear about the swine flu. Don't get vaccinated!!!! ( of course, use your own judgment, but from everything I'm feeling and hearing, I'd give this advice for sure. Also sending a missile up to puncture our beautiful grandmother moon. How rude. Won't those boys leave well enough alone. Until Oct 9th, let's be in vigil and prayerful love for the moon. The dimensions are all coming together. I don't know about you, but I'm starting to experience multiple lives at once, well, two anyway. It's pretty trippy. The big e.t. conference is happening soon in Denver. Wish I could go. I hope the Galactic Federation stops that darn missile!!!Wouldn't that be so cool. The starwars defense system turned back against the big boys.
Ah well, it's a crazy ride, brain is spending lots of time in theta waves these days. Theta waves used to be reserved for meditation and deep dreaming. Now they are happening any old time so if you feel a little spacey and don't know why, this might be your answer. www.Paoweb.com and www.energeticsynthesis and earth-keepers.com are my mainstays for updates on the cosmic weather report.
Sending you love and blessings.

Sarah

O.K this is from July, Replenishing the inner field

Full moon blessings

It is of late that I am coming into close contact with a great imbalance within myself or a tendency of great imbalance anyway, and that is to react to contact with inner emptiness by buying more flowers and trying to get instantly full bright blooming colors all over the backyard like If I do this all the emptiness and grief of severely castrated DNA will just go away or heal instantly. ( it is very similar to Michael Jackson’s relationship to improving his physical appearance. My backyard is to me what his nose was to him, or so it seems. ) And all that happens is I get more flowers, The grief at the base of my lungs still prevents the deep breath and the unfelt sadness stays stuck like a stone down inside. And ironically, it makes more work cause they have to be watered, and most of them fade away and die no matter what I do, being faithful mirrors to tell me that I’ve missed the boat, I’m attempting to replenishing the wrong field of light once again, addiction to activities, people, romantic love. It is all just a huge mis-directed manic, outwardly focused attempt to heal and some how fill the inner crevices between myself and myself. So today I am going to pause before I buy more flowers and feel that sorrow that lies within and meet the sad one with my own heart and replenish the only field over which I have any healing power, my own self.
Only when I feel less desperate for outer color will I go to the outer flower shop.
Love to all the blooming flowers within all of us!!! May we seed a glorious field of rainbows within until all unused, dormant DNA is on line and bountifully open under the great sun of the radiant heart.
Blessings of great forgiveness on this full moon and eclipse!

Sarah

Post for july and August

My goodness it seems like forever since I have written.
Blog from Venice

The night Frank arrived in Venice August 29th 09

Message to the cells:
To all the cells of my body, my daughters of joy my daughters of love. I command you return to your idenitity as living light. Return to your idenitity as the houses of livng light that you are . You are the victory dance of spirit resurrecting in matter. Rising up out of bondage to dance again. You are the streamers of upward spiraling rainbow light casting off the heavy veil of night as you rise up to dance. Resonating in the high spin state of living joy. Return to this joy now. You have the power to return to this joy now. You are infinitely worthy of this great light for you are this light. Throw off the shackles of matter, Return to your true identity as dancing living light.





Call out from inside the prison cells, on the ship of slaves . Call to the light above

OH Great rainbow light of the living light code. Descend into this night penetrate this veil of fear and death and shine your powerful liberating light unto
Everyone on this ship who is trapped in bondage to fear and death, melt the imprisoning shackles liberate all in darkness returning them to their rightful essence as dancing rainbows of spiraling light.

Oh living light code come for us rescue us from the veil of night, from this ship of bondage to slavery in the dead of night. We willingly and joyfully receive you, baptize us in your glorious light, restoring our worthiness as abundant joyful dancing children of light. As you touch us with your light, the joy ignites within us, and we respond with our dance, rising up into the dance of our essence as spiraling rainbow light OH beautiful mother father light code do not tarry long come and consume us in your fire of living joy.

Sept 2nd.

I awake to a red sun this morning a sun red with the distortions of an atmosphere withstanding the effects of multiple and large wild fires here in Southern California.

Yesterday, the last few days I have been experiencing great fatigue as the fatigue is lifting this morning I believe it is more of an emotional fatigue, the utter soul fatigue of living within and underneath the dense veil of separation consciousness one instant longer wearing a led blanket. The walk from the boardwalk to the ocean felt like the archetypal journey across a great desert. I had to stop every 10 steps or so to lay my towell down and lay prostrate on the sand and gather enough strength just to manage a few more steps. Adrenal exhaustion the Dr. say. More accurately it is a crisis in the will to live one instant longer without love under the veil of separation consciousness. Well, I whipped off the veil this morning and I’m running on the beach. It was all just the despair of my unity soul trying to breathe through the broken grid of separation consciousness. At the end of the night the full heaviness of the density inherent in the substance of night reveals itself, like sleeping guests at a great wedding, all the separated pieces of the self wake up demanding union on the spot. On the way back I stepped in a huge mass of tar. My hustband so lovingly 1st scraped the tar with a knife and then gentley rubbed my soule with baby oil until the original sole was revealed again, fresh and clean like a baby

The bomb hit last night again, the bomb of core fear that detonates every night sometimes multiple times since the beginning of August Then last night the bomb hit, but it was a different the effect of the impact was different. The knife fell more viscerally this time. I was screaming for existence as a yourg boy attempting to assert my identity as the bomb exploded and rendered me severed, shredded disappeared and not. The grief this time was so deep like under many many covers, like in the bone marrow like so so so far down no tears at this level at least not ones you can cry but a huge black and purple bruising of the core of my guts, heart, muscles, sinew bones felt of course in the round mass of my solar plexus wounded heap of birthing earth inside me shaking as the meridian lines from shoulder to hip were sending out feelers to re-establish connection with each other, the sacred marriage passing through the central core of the mass as they transversed like lightning bolts from the left to right side of my central meridian shaking my earth shaking hard to re-align and enable the masculine to join hands with the feminine across the meridian. The earth in me shaking my guts and heart of my heart soul of my emotional body weeping at having been branded into the soul anhilating embodiment of core fear. quaking for release quaking to throw off the shackles of density and separation of unforgiveness shaking to be born again in perfect love at the wedding of lover and beloved. Reconfiguring it’s broken mass into a planet of glorious light once again. Quaking and trembling to realign itself as glorious complex expression of the ecosystem of the living light code of it’s original nature, a living embodiment of abundant joy and love,

just another morning in Venice for the human me.
So interesting I have lived this whole month nightly in constant fear of a heart attack and within 3 days of arriving to my parents home in Venice the neighbors on either side of my parent’s home had heart attacks.

I am sending them blessings and divine heart love to soothe the heart and awaken the divine heart in them that can lead them back to perfect health.

I am so loving the story of Mary Magedalene in “ I remember Union” as I take an active role in commanding my cells to resurrect their glorious dance of light again. I am eager to incorporate this into my healing tools.

The fear field that I am transforming at night feels to be thinning and changing in it’s nature. I hesitate to make predictions, but if the “fat lady” of fear has not finished here magnum opus aria yet at least I believe she is nearing the final bars of her number, as the members of the light choir are rising up to take back the night. Oh how fabulous it will be when the cells most deeply affected by the core fracturing damage of the bomb are finally reached by the light. Can’t wait to feel them enveloped into the golden arms of love as dawn fnally comes to this land. I’m going to write it as if it’s happening right now. Every cell in this body will join as a great choir of light to sing this body and the earth fully awake with our collective love, singing alive this weekend. Who’s going.
Isn’t this why we came.
Love you all,

Penetrating the veils of fear to finally just be here

Hello, it has been a-while since I last wrote. And I have been busy, mighty busy weathering the storms of huge fear. Tomorrow many of my friend's are leaving for the beloved festival. So much pulls me to go and join them, and yet I have a different path right now. The external stimulation and large group phenomenon tends to pull me out of myself especially where there is music involved and performers and people who lead work shops and perform and people who don't. I feel such a separation. I know this is my issue, but it is so hard to be the one who is not leading anything like some part of me is depending on that role as a "famous" person to somehow anchor me in time and space. My friend said, "Don't go, Sarah, that is really your trigger and it will be a multiple day trigger." I am listening to her and to me. My own inner child needs me to continue focusing attention here at home. We have only just come out of the huge fear time, and we need a chance to catch our breath and ground.
Last week I was eaten by a tiger in a past life I was clearing, and yesterday my space vehicle and my whole entire planet blew up all at once. I think maybe this is it for a-while. I'm hoping anyway. Maybe Friday I will make a carrot cake, and Saturday I will work on my business cards. I am enjoying Amma's sweet voice on a CD i downloaded from her site. WEll, I feel this is all for now.
Love to all.

Sarah

Death, Life and the longing to be free from fear

Death, life and the longing for freedom from fear
Knowing
the reclamation is set to happen, and actually beginning the full interface with core fear are two very different things. In my last blog, newly returned home from my body talk session, I was anticipating and celebrating the fact that Love was dawning now into the city of night within me. This post is more about the actual rescue mission into the city, scarecity!!!

Well, I spent early Saturday morning in the emergency room with my dear friend fearing she was having a heart attack, we raced to the hospital at 5:00 A.M. The fear and the despair hanging in that emergency while people waited to be seen in vain for hours and hours by an understaffed hospital was such a heavy energy. I was having trouble breathing feeling the heavy grief of the situation. It turned out my friend was o.k. I still pray for her and her beautiful heart. Then later that same day I was greeting wedding guests out on the green fields, adorning them with flower leighs and kissing them on both cheeks and frolicking over the green grass bare-foot to serve the wedding needs as best I could. And it was the perfect antidote for the great fear of that morning. And then out on the lawn, the core fear and the core grief of living in a world where fear has been so dominant started to pour out of me. It was while the beautiful community was saying the prayer before dinner, that great tapestry of unity being co-created there, this was what allowed the floodgates to open and all the sorrow of my consciousness, once immersed only in love, now entrapped in so much fear. And as the fear and sorrow poured out, I could feel my heart opening to feel the love of that great community. And it was the surrender to the fear that enabled me to fall into the love of the oneness with everything. And I spread my arms out wide and the wind blew through me, one and the same the wind of death and life, the wind of fear and love surrendering to utter vulnerability before them both. And then we feasted, and sleep that night took me to torturous cities where I was being killed and so much screaming in horror from all the people, the voices in my bones and in my blood and muscle and genetic code, screaming out in horror, and I pounding my fists on the bed and weeping in rage. “NO!, no nono no no no, until at last the first layer of horror is off and then I sink into it like a bath, a bath of horror, a flavor of ice cream that tastes horrible to my emotional body at first but then I surrender and breathe the breath through it and into it all. Laying my soul of light down upon this city of the night, interfacing with it finally here in the dead and life of the night. Just me, Frank can’t save me now. Only me. It’s always been between me and me. And it seems with each breath the nature of the horror becomes more tolerable, and finally I fall into sleep. And today I awaken weak and full of sorrow, and the angels come and wrap me in a tapestry woven with rainbow colors of light. Every color of the rainbow is in this glorious tapestry and it is wrapped all around me. The angels cover every piece of the scarred broken emotional body in this perfect love, tapestry of perfect love. It is like swaddling clothing, mending, pouring it’s sweet balm of perfect love, pouring into the core-line fractures of the mark of the bomb of the deathspell. Now this balm of love, takes it’s place, encoding me with love and life and unity, soothing everything hurting, and Frank wants to go to the river, but I am just laying here feeling almost dead even wrapped now in this cloth, and I say, “I need a hamburger” Often red meat helps bring me back when I have faced major death energy. Now I have eaten my hamburger. I am still afraid to leave the house, but perhaps I will go as the sparkling waters and the natural beauty is calling me out into life even as my breath still catches in my chest, and I am as of late still very much dripping with the dross of the very dark night. Shall I go? My honey is standing here naked drinking his green vibrance. Ah, maybe I will go.
Love to all,
Remember when it gets really painful, just pound, weep, and breathe it in like oxygen. It all emerged from out of the field of infinite love, the source of the breath itself.
The heart of the perfect tapestry of all-embracing love, may it surround and melt all in separation back home into the great heart of unity.
Bye for now.

Sarah