What if? Take One!

May 14, 2010


Being in union or one with the Universe is an entirely different modality than trying to pluck relationship, money, career, etc out of the air. Being in union or one with the Universe is the juice of life. We not only discover who we are and what we came for, we discover we carry skills and capabilities that restore order in chaos, peace in war, joy in sorrow. Not only do we experience being in union or one with all Creation, we discover the miracle of being a human being. We discover we are designed as an essential and unique aspect of Creation and that creation is always expressing through us.

Can we in these days open up into the awareness that we are unlimited potential? Is the fear we carry, the fear we feel, coming from knowing that our untapped potential has been suppressed after eons and eons of suppression? Will our belief that we are fundamentally flawed shatter when we realize what lays within us is peace, not peace instead of war, but the peace of an inherent beingness. Is it too unfathomable for us to remember that we as human beings are designed to cascade through time and space connected to life and to experience our “own being” that “lives and breathes” and recognizes “its” unity with the Great Living All? We are designed to construct our lives, our circumstances, through systems of thought and experience that connect us to life and have us exist as whole.

Is it humanity that has lost its way because we sinned or has humanity been captured in a manufactured realm that carries no ability to give us life, no ability for us to love or be loved, and no ability for us to experience the juice of fulfillment in our everyday living?

Would it be too radical that we are not flawed, our existing reality is? Would it be too radical to consider that our inherent design adapted to survive yet that adaptation is not the true source of our survival? Haven’t you read that we as human beings have adapted to what the ancient sages have called maya or illusion?

What do we call reality? What if we could get access to what is real? Is it possible that human beings have fallen victim to thinking here is real?

Have we noticed that we persist in seeking love, seeking joy, and seeking fulfillment and that achieving that seems extremely hard to do in our present world, our present reality?

In discovering the nature of unity and that we were always designed to be “unity”, the maya of this reality we were innocently born into can be pierced. We can reawaken what is inherent within us, extraordinary systems of unity.

We have been existing in separation from what we are inherently designed to be. Our inherent design is unity. Our inherent design draws information and experience from a oneness with all life.

During these times and in the futures coming, our inherent design is on the rise. We can see it in the breakdown of our physical vitality. We can feel it in our fragile emotions. We are being more and more aware of the increase in mental dysfunction. Our systems cannot operate out of sync with what is real. They are rebelling. The fear, anxiety, mental confusion and lethargy, and our physical fatigue are our systems breaking down. We are being stopped in our tracks. All there is now is to hear, think, and feel what is really real.

Is there an alternative? The more we use the modalities that teach us we are flawed and that we turned against that which loves us, a mighty far away deity, the deeper our hopelessness. The more we embrace technologies that tell us that we are the way we are because of what happened to us in the past, we miss the greatness of our being and that we as great beings chose to come into this realm on behalf of life. We stay entrenched in the story of our past that holds such a small amount of who we are when we are so much more.

Think for a minute that what has been written here is true. We are great Beings who came here on behalf of life. We were captured and imprisoned by a reality here that comprised us, and separated us from what we truly are and what we truly came to be.

Radical?

Familiar?

Unnerving?

Calming?

Dicey?

Is it possible the door of our prison is opening?

Is it possible that the truth is shining through? That the shackles are falling off?

Are we starting to hear our unity self on the other side of the prison wall?

A Powerful Share

This is a share from one of the participants in the new Advanced Studies Program: Facilitators of Consciousness

"It’s hard to believe and articulate the experience of awakening unless you actually have had it.

I believe the FTPII field has quickened my understanding that I am not separate from the greater whole and I am whole; completely in tact. AND, I actually feel more independent within these parameters. WOW and it’s only going to get better! I think fun times are around the corner.

It’s like Avatar using his legs for the first time; so much joy and exhilaration in the experience and the capacity. On my walk today, my observer saw and reflected back to me that my “I” is a thimble of resource and indicated that the truth is that my sources of resource are vast beyond my comprehension. I can’t begin to tell you what that reflection feels like.
Quite honestly, I’m surprised you haven’t exploded with all your knowing and experience. Or maybe you have and have chosen to return numerous times.

I have tremendous gratitude in being on this journey with you and understand now what I am to be a steward of."

Much Love, Patty

A Moment of Connection

West Virginia 1996
Coming from Columbus, Ohio, I used to travel back and forth to my parents’ home in Tennessee by taking Route 68 off of I 79 in Pennsylvania. Route 68, a major thruway in West Virginia, bumbles through hills and valleys, out of place in the sweeping charm of fields and forests that still appear untouched by the outside world. Unless there was snow, I always wound my way across this landscape lulled into deep reflection by this cultivated, yet primitive vista. Snaking up and down the remote landscape on the way back from my parent’s home, I would stop at a state park and spend the night at a wilderness cottage, before going the rest of the way home. Confident in my routine, I was deep in thought and missed the exit to the park I often visited. However at the next exit, there was another park with cottages so I pulled in. I drove slowly down a bumpy dirt road, the last remaining evidence of the harsh winter.

I saw a doe standing just out of the trees in front of me. I slowed down to look at her waiting for her to bound away back into her own kingdom, but she didn’t move. She was small up close. We met each other’s eyes. Her pearled brown orbs drew me into them. Carefully I rolled down the window. As I did, she walked intentionally toward me. While startled at such a move, I did not cease to hold her gaze with my own. She got to my window. Her head was much larger up close, the skull a slightly larger version than mine with an additional extension on the front. I raised my chin a bit so I could stay with her eyes. As I did, she bent forward, putting her head through the window and rested her nose on my nose. I froze somewhere between shock and awe. My eyes where set in place with hers, guided along this pathway of cartilage directly into the seat of her soul. Her nose was so soft and her scent was musky and fresh. I didn’t move. I don’t know how long we stayed like that. It felt like forever. The muscles in my shoulders and chest were aching from holding so still. Here I was on a dirt road in a state park nose to nose with a deer. I kept wondering what would happen if someone drove by. It was early in the day and it was a Sunday so the chances were good. Yet, the dirt road was empty and the forest around us was busy with birds chirping. The day was so gentle. Even the wind carried a hushed sound in the trees. When she removed her nose, I flinched, but she was not disturbed by it. She looked me over carefully and then turned and walked away, fading into the woods.



I looked immediately at the clock. I had turned off the highway at 12:35pm and the clock read 1:10. I had at least been nose to nose for twenty minutes. I couldn’t even think. I set off driving down the road looking for a cottage to rent. I could hardly wait to get out paper and pencil and write this all down.



I had gone a very short distance when I heard the roar of a waterfall. I pulled the car over, locked up and started down the path toward the sound. There had been no mention of a waterfall on the marker to the park. The walk was short and down hill. Clearly constructed for visitors, a walkway zigzagged the waterway toward the falls. The tumbling white water poured out of jagged rocks. No one was there, but me. Suddenly I felt so sleepy, I couldn’t stand it. I dropped to my knees and slide onto the wooden planks of the walkway. I was in a corner of the walkway and thought I would simply lie down for a minute and rest. As I fell asleep, the waterfall carved its consciousness into the lining of my brain. I was an open vessel aware of velvet contours of sound bringing melodies of life that human beings did not know about into the repertoire of my psyche.



I slept for hours. People had to step over me to get to the waterfalls. I woke up late in the afternoon. People were picnicking on the wooden tables built into landings on the walkway. No one seemed to even notice I was there. I wondered if they thought I was drunk. Heavy drinking was a popular pastime in West Virginia. The waterfall sounds were not so intense now. What had sounded like a full orchestra, now sounded like a quartet of similar instruments. I pulled myself upright and to reinforce any theories the park visitors might have been speculating on, I reeled. I was so dizzy and on the edge of a very unpleasant vertigo. I stabilized myself and walked prudently past families who suddenly stared openly at me, and past teenagers, in the heat of hormones, who still didn’t notice me at all.

I booked a cabin and immediately upon entering it, sat down to write this extraordinary experience with the deer and the waterfall. Words began to flow. I watched as the words became the page and the page added another page. The words and the pages were in rhythm with the click, click, click of my fingers on the PDA. The thick oak table was the foundation that held the click, click, click of the words and pages coming together. The words formed in the air and came down into my fingers. I observed all this with a profound realization that this is what it is like when there are no barriers to the full experience of how life works through everything. The words and the pages went on and on. Time stood still just as it did with the deer and the waterfall. I was in forever and forever was wonderful.

My life had been very stressful for several years. I had been tired. I could only stay awake for short periods of time before needing to sleep. There was a strain between me and the activities of life. I couldn’t figure out how people survived such franticness.

Now here I am in 2010, this is one of many incidents that happened to me over the years that began to break open my mind. The work we teach came to me from these encounters...the knowing that there was more...there was a world that we could be connected to that was so vast so meaningful.... so connected.

Writing this is after another moment when people say to me they do not understand what I am saying. What are people listening to? And yet in the work we do, people have more freedom, more grace, and more comprehension of their existence...trust their actions completely and have the stamina for what the rest of the world would call risk....



No wonder I prefer having my nose on the nose of a deer a lot of the time.

Here is the link to Tantra's February 25, 2010 METAtelecall: http://metapoints.audioacrobat.com/download/TantraFeb252010METAtelecall.mp3

Tantra needed to catch a plane, so she had to keep the call to 1/2 hour.  This is a very potent call, packed with openings into expanding your ideas of who you are.

Deb

The Valentine Day Consults February 14th to March 15th, 2010

OnValentine's Day as I went to write a Valentine's Day card to everyone, the Beings or Beingness of the Mimzy Project came to me and I "saw" that we human beings are considered templates of love by the dimensions of reality that are coherent, congruent, and cohesive with the realm of unity that is our true state. I had never experience "we are love" so clearly. I felt a download of connection with them and out of that wrote the invitation for the Valentine Special. I only knew that when I began the consults that each individual's unique template of love would be revealed and strengthened and activated.

Because this was new to me, I asked the people at the end of this unusual consult if they would report anything they experienced that was unique and seemed to be linked to the work of the consult. Below is a message from one of the people who had one these Valentine Day specials.

FB: "I think I have something to share....the logical part of me wants to dismiss this as a dream or maybe wishful thinking, but the knowing part of me is just kinda smiling inside and knows!

I listened to your recording last night before sleeping and I was dreaming of my childhood home, family, childhood friends etc. The wholoe house was all bright and clean and renovated and everything was working so well nothing was a problem.

This morning when I woke, I lay in bed and listened to the reading again. When it was finished, I was in this lovely expanded alpha-like space and found myself back in Morocco. I seemed to be able to sit among people and bring them peace and healing by just being there. One such group was three women I know there personally - I actually lived with them there for a while - and I could go inside them as they sat with me and unlock their pain...like bringing them into harmony with themselves. Another example: I was sitting on the frontdoor step of a house in a poor area. The children came first and then the mothers, two with sick babies and they all just slipped into the peace surrounding us and sat there, loving it. Thirdly, a man and his wife were arguing on the street. I stood beside him and was able to show him the beautiful light that was his wife and all his anger melted into pure love for her. Then I could show him that she was pregnant...

It's as if I was a kind of tuning fork for harmony and those around me could resonate with it.

I'm starting to feel embarrassed even telling you about this, but I'm also feeling excited! Is it possible that this is where I'm going to? (As I'm re-reading this I'm getting a sense of deja vu.) I would like to think my three friends recieved some little healing or maybe even a feeling of love from me."

I responded to her that this is our future. This is how we as humans will soon know ourselves. This is an example of who we came here to be.

A Share of Love,

Tantra

On April 4, 2009, I was minding my own business driving my car in the back roads of Mt. Shasta, taking a break after a day of consultations. I had just left Olympia, Washington under the gaze of the extraordinary vista of Mt. Rainer, and had stopped at Yreka to spend the night. I had decided to work for a day before going on to the Sacramento area where I was returning. I had just spent three months supporting my daughter as she recovered from a weakened condition while continuing at school.
The last thing on my mind was anything but mystical. Lily, my dog, and I were so far away from anyone on that back road that curved in and out of views of Mt. Shasta. As I rounded a curve, the base of Mt. Shasta began to come into view, and abruptly I heard them. As if a radio station had suddenly come on with several stations bleeding through at once, voices poured into my head. “Bring 13 people here on April 4, 2010.” “You need to be here for 5 days.” “1B34” (I later found out that is the scientific name for a structural component of a protein). Maps were coming into view in my head; locations flashing in my mind.

I stopped the car. I couldn’t drive with the bevy of sounds, sights, and feelings that were solidifying in my mind, my heart, my body. I knew that at least some of the beings I saw above me in the sky were related to the being who had previously visited me; one who had spoken with me through my mind in 1993 in Virginia. I had always wondered if they would contact me again. And here they were with OTHERS. I was so startled by the meeting that I could barely take it in. Usually, I get some warning that I am entering a dimensional gateway; that I would be participating in an event that goes beyond the locale of our everyday existence. This was out of blue, fast, and intense.
I was fascinated by seeing them in the sky. They were trails of bluish white tracings that if I try to focus, even now in my memory, would fade into the warm spring sky. They appeared more solid when they were voicing. It wasn’t as if they spoke, they voiced. As they voiced, they illuminated.

As the reoccurring echoes of instructions continued, there was no sense of that it ever occurred to them that I would decline. Bellowing across the sky, pounding my more than resistant mind, a landscape of request began to occur. Beings representing a connection with the higher realms of existence were contacting me, but not just me… these higher realms that had once participated with human being in creation are contacting many people right now.

There have been times throughout history when these events occurred often and with high intent. Read the Old Testament if you don’t believe me! I call myself the Reluctant Prophet. Imagine having to suddenly explain to people that a host of heavenly beings are expecting them to show up at a certain date and “would they come?” You can see that the belief factor would weigh heavily. Also, for many humans, we do not get how important we are, how much we matter to the rest of reality. Some humans either think reality is between our ears or between New York Avenue and Go on the Monopoly® board. The Idea that We, Humans, actually matter in the scheme of things, is radical at best, and downright silly to the more “levelheaded.” But there I was, day interrupted, listening to more information than I could comprehend, in the presence of what draws people to Mt. Shasta and the amazingly Beings that come through the portals there.

That there is more information than I can understand is now no longer true. Since April 4th, an amazing synergy between others and me has begun to occur. Unpredictable connections and understandings are beginning to presence this meeting request in more and more of a congruent manner, and the landscape of co-creation is beginning to be more and more available. This is the short version.

Regarding all of this, I have set up a conference call for those who have asked to come and for people that are interested. I know that more than thirteen will be coming to this undertaking. I know that we don’t know who the thirteen are, and that everyone who knows to come can come. Then we will meet the criteria set forth by the Beings and be a collective group of people interested in the connection that will exist there. I know it is monumental, and what it is about cannot be written effectively. If you would like to hear more, Please join us in a free call.

The call will be November 16, 2009, 5pm Pacific Time. The following will be addressed:
1. What are these Beings asking of us and providing for us?
2. Why it is called The Mimzy Project and why that is significant?
3. Details on what coming to Mt. Shasta will entail.

Please call 1-916-983-3221 to register or metapointsreality@yahoo.com

A Moment of Unity

Shivering hands, shaking body, alive with the energy of unity! I have walked out on the porch from a blessed meditation wide and deeply laced by a half hour of heartfelt soul-pulsing sharing.
I feel so alive, energetically languaged by the aliveness of energies coming into me…so many forms and textures, though somewhat disturbed by a shallower mindless reluctant tapping.
Dealing with the semi-irritation of the disconnectedness of the “working man”, I slide my mind into the charmingly incessant beeping of the chickens.. a beep quack mix of persistent furrowing for food. The sonar interaction of the cackling chicken with the plunk of the earth’s response caught me in the rhythm of food no, food yes, food no, food yes… chicken earth tapping so different from human tapping.
As the chickens moved into a surprising silence and time stood still, I wondered why, only to be drawn into a sudden tensing as sounds like gunshots pounded against the skin of my sensitive soul.
The foreign life threatening sounds of possible gunshots interrupted the calm of the rustling leaves and the hesitant soft chirping of the birds who had found their way to this rustic elegant simple farm home whose broad porch built around trees I was sitting on. Perhaps the birds were concerned the thud explosive sounds are gunshots too.
The earth has such peace in its transition. The scalding summer sun is mutated by the shifting relationship with the earth. As the soft brightness falls across my arm crossing my crimson dress with green leaves, I feel like a human floor, part of the deck and the while rocker, all of us striped in light and shadow by a molten ball millions and millions and millions of miles away.
How do I speak the language of unity, the pulse of creation that brings the unitive eye to the points of connection….metapoints?
The thick grey double tree with mottled pathways of lush moss traveling up its bark until the moss covers the branches showered me with soft weathered leaves, the last of the life force flowing through my subtle energy bodies before coming to rest on the white arm of the rocker, the pillow I rest my hand upon and the crevice of my neck that is in unity with the dress that rests upon it. I have been leaved!
As if in response, the wind, my primal force ally, sweeps my skirt up and the leaves off onto the floor. Are the leaves and wind, I wonder, in a magical dance, playfully vying for my attention? The unitive state deepens. The sun is warmer on my arm as the wind takes a breather from its shenanigans. I feel the unitive energetic information, an organic conversation you might say. I pay attention. The non-thought sentience of unity informs my cells, restores my vital force, so this body can get what it needs to end the interruption of illness it has had to bear.
I, a willing participant, join in gratefully knowing that the ways of the wind, the sun, the earth, and the trees has sorted out life long before I came along. To let my body know how much I relish complete vitality I bring my imagination to the single grey seated swing below me hanging from the ever so tall double tree. How did they ever get it hung from so high? Rubber wrapped around the tree protecting the bark from the chain held the weight of my imaginary venture to sit in the swing. In my dimensional shift from the porch to the swing, I looked up at the nice white rope I clasped getting ready for me swing. The white rope stopped shortly above my head wrapped by sturdy weathered rope that probably belonged to the original swing. I tucked my long calf length dress between my thighs and hiked up the cloth so I have full use of my legs and I push off gently letting the metapoint of myself, the swing, the air, and the ground move in oneness. Gradually I shift back to the white rocker on the porch, my body appreciative of my imaginative message to it. I look down. The swing was slightly moving in response to the activity of life around it and perhaps even to the imaginary being that sat for a moment in its seat. I suppose in the eternity of existence I am still in that swing. I suck in my breath, smiling in the knowing that in the oneness lies the wholeness and the completeness of life.
I have moved the rocker back into the shade now. Here comes the wind again. Leaves are raining down on me. The sun caresses my foot thanking me for not taking on more than I need. All of our vital forces are laughing now. We will not forget.