Dreaming Process: Sacred Tablets

There had been much laughter and gaiety.  I had been amazed and touched by the ThunderBeings, none caring that I might have required sleep.  They cherished our high frequency revelations, and I worked feverishly to transcribe words and paint images.
    
There were images… overly conceptual by my limited technique.  But because I painted, people healed, and I was allowed to paint more.  And in more than one case the paintings were life changing; opening thought for discussion as stars were considered ancestors twinkling in the black sky.
    
I snuggled down into the vision of paints.  I became mesmerized

Then it hit, and the vision came.  I quickly laid down the base pattern… the essence, or truth that held space for the magic to happen.  Calling out to the 4 Directions, we cast our energies to follow our ancestors as wisdom keepers of time.  This is my foundation.  My loving essence, reaching out, touching sacredness.
    
I threw glitter around, and began to see, another layer.  Tears streamed down my face, I painted warm lines of relationship, a claiming of identity, the ritual of haquini.  A promise of me.
    
I lifted my head, brought up a trembling paint brush to finish the alignments, charting time, then putting my brush in a cup of water.  I sat and looked for a long time.
    
Life after lightning was really different for me.  I freed my time up as much as I could.  It’s like I moved from one dreamscape to another.
    
I remembered.  At first I was impatient, I wanted to sleep and be free of my pain.  Time, time and learning new ways to relax, my time became a dance.
    
Life changed drastically.
    
My nerves bristled in thunderstorms, and I would lay on ice every afternoon.  In music and cloud gazing, I cooled the internal magma of my body.  Things were not easy then.
    
The klo-hada chajala… white lightning healing – prepared me to develop clear vision, and so, as the Sisters of Honua formulated on another  dimension of activity, I let my hand fall to my paint brushes and found easing in creation.  I knew I could heal in this way.  I would look at the canvas matte and envision the content.
    
A voice.
    
Buzz tension in my forehead over my left eye, as I recognized the energy in my environment.  The way the images were coming to me made me definitely amazed, and I freed myself in ecstatic bliss.
    
I quieted, but the tension did not leave my head.  I remain who I am, but in a different way, my senses vibrantly alive and ready to connect to others.  I reach out in health, even though my way of being will never be the same again, and the Thunderers have become my devoted companions.  They take care of me.
    
I am humbled by their profound dedication.
    
Klo-hada sears through me.  This ripple too strong to ignore. I could feel the heat, it was almost without conscious thought that I dug my knuckles into a quickly tightening muscle.
    
Feeling anxious because of the symptoms, I painted.  And when I painted I relax into the frequency.  I had been carrying my transitions alone, with just a few, besides Toho’ma, knowing, until 2007.
    
Grandfather taught me to seek help, that winter I did.  I shared with my community, launching traditional community as the truth of our foundational ties, many working at what I once did alone.  At the heart of my vulnerability, many surged to help, freeing my time to become.
    
Without another thought to the overwhelming energy or the reasoning behind it, I was held by family.
    
When I sat with my elders, I asked their prayers of support.  They continue to hold me as they initiated me into Elder status.  My elders had long ago prophezied all this, and now utilized my skills as an orator.  My words are true, and as an emissary for several cross-cultural traditions I bridge separation.  I feel the thrill of my work, it grows daily as I follow tracks lain out before me.
    
Red haze sunset.
    
Declaration and knowledge set us free.  With all the strength we have, we push against limitations. We are taken by surprise by our shifting perception, and we scramble to find explanation. Time is a trick that eludes disclosure.  We break loose, the Fifth World is different.
    
The first thing we saw when we stepped forward out of the fading energy of the Fourth World, was the Earth.  When the earth poles reversed and realigned, while the other new poles vibrated and opened, we decided we were connected.
    
Hold on to faith.  Step into the middle of life and deftly brush your symbology, make your mark in the vibration of evolution.
    
What are you doing?  Let go!
    
Shift your perspective to grasp firmly the possibility.  It takes some doing, but you finally will manage your life and recognize the attitude of intent.
    
I grow even more as I realize the expansiveness of my efforts to unite earth-human consciousness.  Sensations flood me.  Interlacing relationships affirm me in loving embrace, I have my filling of purpose! Now, as it is, I vow to make my life a continuing effort of enlightenment.
    
I am convinced I can help others understand about time. My body gives a shudder, twisting, an effort.
    
Hold still!  I pray for release as I pop joints back into place.
    
This is what I do, I keep turning, keeping a firm hold on Changing Mother.
    
Why?  I like the potential.  I glance over time to where we stand whole.
    
I catch energy with looks and, and without wavering in my intent turn to my next step.  The future comes, understanding implicitly that we are creators.
    
Ice blue eyes.  Clear now, turn me loose in my purpose and then join into lead me.
    
Common sense tells us amusement gathers others watching.
    
Come on!  Without a moment’s hesitation, tell me where you find life inspiration?  Once you know where your creative passion lays, schedule jubilantly time to do it, and the ache of alienation will be replaced by the joy of being free.
    
Listen to these words and, if it is possible, grow even more alive.  Don’t think!  You don’t need head help right now!
    
Don’t hesitate to draw, write, read, create!  Why don’t you be a child so you can finish healing the traumas of soul sickness?!
    
Get loose then, go do something fun, but be responsible.  Energy surges through you with subtle feeling at being magnetically joined in this way.
    
As you are shifting, set aside a moment to assimilate information waiting to be devoured.
    
I am not afraid.  I catch a glimpse of healing in my mind, laugh, go to the table, pick up a matte board, invite vision in.  Release, the moment is now as far as I am concerned.
    
Essence.  Then identity.  Things begin to make a lot more sense with alignment: The age of innocence has been returned in a heartbeat.
    
Come home.  You’ve been seen.  It is not known how, but it’s true.  Sometimes the visions provide glimpses, potential truths.  Me, I lay on a tennis ball at night, working cramped muscles.  “Let me,” I pray, “work through the pain and accept the gifts being offered to me.”  The peace-filled child of Grandmother Moon works to remain so.

Hot, shimmering evolution, unknowable looking at us, we are children dancing, growing… it matters.  For us, for others, we are ancient sacredness.  Can’t stop it, there are others like us, each one shedding illusions.

Shall I say we are all, each one of us, a sacred tablet of truth?  The energy matches up with us.  Everything that was a lie, an illusion, mere sabotage.  What we are, need to be, is that holy tapestry of experience.  The time is now, pour yourself into a new way of being, calm authority, think and become.  Tomorrow, you will have full sight, you will see the One.  Tonight, sleep, dreaming.

Evolution can not be controlled.  We will change with earth, this is the natural order.  This is not the first world change we have experienced.  It’s happened before, with pole reversals, magnetic grid shifts, humanity transitioning.  That way we have of answering Spirit’s Call, placing us exactly where we need to be.  We rose in vibration, encrypted our code, and sought where we came from.  From this knowledge of higher vision, our truth – it has come to be.  The Fifth World Comes Together.

How will you receive what cannot be owned?  We’ve been wild ones, we were irresponsible.  The time is now to awaken.

There are many to receive this wisdom, the love that goes wherever we go.  We are invitations, invocations, memories in making.  We are the old knowledge and cannot deny it.

Try to imagine this.  Think it your victory this evolution, taking us forward.  Pray, run for the sun, shout out gratitude.  Call visions, softly, dream them, throw power, dare to believe, try it.  It is an act of courage and dignity.  Earth has covered you in truths, penetrated your mask, reached through, loved you.

A few months from now it will happen suddenly one day.  It will occur to you that you are better, happier, more confident, more connected.  There is nothing to prove, nothing to test your integrity.  You will see the illusion of time, the limits, the vastness, the unfolding mystery.  We crack the code, pierce it, find ourselves