The only other thing I can really offer for a moment of advice is this - surrendering to our higher spirit’s will and that of God’s for our life is truly the only way to find the feeling of “freedom” on the inside. There is not way out - only a way through to where we all get there to the place we are going. None of us gets to just get-by. We all must try. When we hold hands and step across the line from fear to faith together, we will find a whole new world in this material realm. It will become the one we remember in our hearts and minds from another…. time.

Right away figures in white with no faces or really bodies, just white-light, came towards me and as they touch me my clothes melted away. I then felt bathed in the white energy that pervaded the cave. When this purification moment crescendoed, the beings in white slipped a lovely white lace dress over my head-top.

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In front of our eyes, are frozen forms. Forms of people, forms of trees, forms of animals, forms of thoughts in the way of words. All are frozen, captured if you will in "this" moment. By the time we see something, we are seeing an effect of that which has moved through the form. And it is already on its way to becoming something else.

I am on a ship of sacred Hawaiian warriors. We are as an arrow on the seascape aiming toward the good, although I have no idea where that is. The journey begins with the drum in my hand, singing.

We are one soul, on the edge of becoming. We exist in physical form, and also as pure energy. As we expand the edge of soul through our uniquely personal expressions of existence in all of its variety, we intertwine our wants, desires and actions to manifest collectively what tomorrow brings, today. For everything we agree, we see, we are, we become enveloped in. Then we get lost in the story of our own creating. We can’t find out how to make it better, because we are looking for something outside ourselves to fix it. But there is nothing to fix, except how we see it.

We share the same density of the earth. There is no separating ourselves from it. Even if we were to fly off into outerspace, then space would be what we are apart of. Oneness is not an illusion, it is frighteningly real. There is no place to hide or to die to. We are always, consciousness, right here.

So I started to sing my power song. And as I sang, visions of those people and those places which I loved and wished to bless – to acknowledge the spirit of – came flashing across my vision and my heart opened and opened and I sang and sang. And I thought, somewhere in the middle of this how this song originated as a melody heard in my heart, just for me. To remind me, if I got lost, how to find my way home. My way back to the light of divine connectivity.

My body was on the bed, but my consciousness was above myself on the roof of the bungalow. I sped through the roof and out towards the stars and found myself flying with the eagle over peaks and tall pine trees. I found myself thinking that although I felt like this was all real that I must really just be asleep. I could feel my body still asleep on the bed. I could feel the bluster of wind blow by my face as I flew and then ran on the tips of trees. I tried to convince myself that I must be dreaming, even though it felt real because this was so weird. But how could I even be dreaming that I was dreaming?

I sat down for a moment, drank some water and began peeling a tangerine when all of a sudden I heard a rusting in the bushes over my right shoulder. At first, I thought it might be a small animal – but then the rustling noise and movement of leaves expanded to perhaps 6 inches across. It sounded like it was building momentum. That’s when it hit me. A burst of Wind.