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The Parking Lot and The Guide

obe.jpg.6943f884d4b88cb0c5413154f170d510.jpgThrough the film like layers of the different dimensional realities; no force is being exerted on me.  It is a pull of the soul.  Like so often, I am being taken to where I am needed.  But do they need me or do I need them?  I find myself in a thought scape.  This is the sixth dimension.  The pavement of the grocery store parking lot shimmers in a way that tar does not shimmer.  There are people walking by us to and from the glass doors dressed in seventies attire.  This thought scape is not mine.  It belongs to someone else… Someone whose glory days are over; someone who has fallen in love with the simplicity of normalcy.  No one notices me.  I am a ghost in this time space reality.  They are not as dense as me.  Like a hologram or like images being projected on a movie screen.  They are made more of light than of flesh.  And I look ahead of me to see someone in a wheelchair rolling towards me.  Like me, he is dense.  Like me, the people seem to walk through him unaware of his presence, as if he is not there.

anatomy-biology-eye-8588.jpg.f0af167d6b3ff732aa8de11150daff1c.jpgI did not think.  I fell to my knees.  I started crying and lifted up a note pad from behind me.  On it was my own handwriting, a collection of scribbled questions.  Through my sobbing, I asked him “Why can’t I reach people... when I look in their past there is always something… always the exact thing that made them the way they are?”  He smiled, remaining very non affectionate but with an amused kindness and through the sharp intensity of his eyes he said “They’re damned afraid animals”.  “You’re doing what I was doing before I decided that it was damned useless… You’re trying to get them to look directly into the sun.”  “They’ll go blind and then blame you for it even though you burned out their eyes so they could finally see beyond their own noses.”  I cried for a while.  And then an hours worth of conversation was transferred to me with no words passed back and forth between us.  Conversation about the world and the state of it.  Conversation about where the world is headed and what needs to be done.  He believes in the power of the written word.  He believes that language is just about the only liberty left.  I am in love with his view point.  I feel like language fails me when I want to convey multi dimensional concepts.  But I love the chess match of it.  I love the feeling of playing the game of finding the perfect word to make a person understand.  I call it the “check mate”.  Only in this game of chess, the loser is the one that wins because in the losing they gain understanding.

barbe-1293989_640.png.aea71dc4c93cf6734d9a5b14128d3641.pngI look up into his face from my place on the pavement below him.  I tell him “You were looking for an heir and a successor while you were alive and never found one because you hated women so much you were waiting for a male.  That was your blindness.  But your heir was never meant to be a male.  Your successor was always meant to be a female, it was always meant to be me.”  He smiled a warm but condescending sly smile that said, “I already know that”.  He placed his wrinkled fingers of his left hand on my shoulder and nodded at me.  He said, “We have some books to write together”.  I suddenly got a sense of what I will soon be doing.  With my controversial nature, it only figures.  I was still crying.  I was crying from the relief of having the power of such a revolutionary behind me.  I asked him “will you be my guide?”  He said, “Well it looks very much that way doesn’t it?”  We both chuckled.  I thanked him and despite his unaffectionate nature, I held onto his leg as he placed his hand on top of my head.  The emotion of the excitement at having a new mission and purpose transferred between both of us.  And I consciously took a deep breath in the thought scape in order to return to my body.

I gained a new spirit guide last night.  His name in life was Gore Vidal. The provocative and subversive genius that revolutionized the United States with the postmodernism of his written word.  He died to this world two years ago.  And we have chosen each other.  He has chosen me as his successor.  I have chosen him as my guide.  Someone to help me navigate the rocky shores of controversy, someone to help me decide what needs to be written.

SW_bar2-copy-copy.jpg It is rare to consciously gain guides by seeking them out or by them seeking you out and yet I have done this twice this year.  Several months ago, I asked Stuart Wilde, the writer and lecturer who above all taught freedom, to be my guide.  He had died last year.  He accepted instantly and overnight has become my most active guide.  He started teaching the year I was conceived.  And despite being British, even lived in Santa Fe, the town I was born in for a time.  He often sits in lotus position so I can place my head on his lap and allow him to stroke my forehead.  He wears a deep purple satin sash.  He comes to me as a man in his fifties.  His humor and hope for this world still intact.  No more ghouls to fight off, only a mission to complete.  He is such a comfort to me, more familiar to me than anyone.

I have an arsenal of guides so large and often shifting so much that I couldn’t list them all here.  There are hundreds of them that appear 4th dimensionally and thousands that do not project farther than the 6th and 5th dimension.  Human and non-human alike, but I have a core nucleus of guides.  I call these principal guides.  Usually with all people there is a primary guide of the principal guides.  This guide is with you from birth to death regardless of any shifts that may occur.

My principal guides are now as follows:

  1. Veldendale (my primary) A venetian monk, who has been my main guide in this life.  He has been with me since I was born.  He is a quiet philosopher with a deep and personal connection to God above all else.  He is gentle.  He does not insert himself into anyone’s business.  He influences nothing unless asked.  He is the kindest being I have yet encountered.
  2. Stuart Wilde (My most active guide currently)
  3. My “Indian monk”.  He was the first guide I ever saw coming into this life.  He would stand over my crib and smile at me.  He has coffee colored skin and chiseled, masculine features.  He is a martial artist.  He wears an orange outfit.  His eyes are slanted, almost like an Asian’s eyes.  He is a “guardian guide”.  He is always there but has never spoken a verbal word to me in all my life.
  4. Mikaela (an 11th dimensional being that many would call an angel). She has long black hair and usually wears a Greek style flowing blue dress.  But she comes across as being more Celtic than Greek.  She tells me she is the female aspect of the angelic consciousness within the universe called Michael.
  5. Dezy (Part of the source stream feeding into Desmond Tutu, who is still alive).  He seems to be most concerned with grace under pressure.  He just showed up one day three years ago when I began to step onto the world stage.
  6. My own higher self, which projects forth an image of myself in my forties.  Veldendale tells me that this is in fact my #1 principal guide.  Most of the time when I ask to receive messages from my guides, this is the guide that steps forward.
  7. My “light body” guide.  This guide has also been with me since I was born.  He does not give me a name and does not show any features.  He is merely a being of light.  He tells me that this is because in picking a name, he admits to being separate and he is not.  He does not speak either, but rather telepathically places things in your mind.

I also lost a guide this year.  I called him my black guide. He was with me since my birth.  He was an african man with dreadlocks and a large top hat from New Orleans.  He had an ebony black aura and he spoke like a Cajun.  He returned to source consciousness the day that my husband and I were married in Santa Barbara.  I have not seen him since.  He was also a guardian guide.  He was not the most “in alignment guide”.  Blake even had an unsavory encounter with him when we were in our early twenties.  But he made me feel looked out for more than a few times in my childhood.

heaven-2138568_1280.thumb.jpg.1745e72c6408024a869372e0d90cc0e6.jpgIt has become apparent to me that as I step into my purpose on this planet, and as that purpose takes a more and more public turn, my long term guides are observing and loving and caring from the backseat as new guides who already vibrate with the frequency of revolution and leadership and freedom take the wheel.  It feels as if I am being handed off to new teachers, who will buoy me into the position I was meant to fill, as the continuation of their consciousness.  I am told by three of my principal guides that at some point in the future, I do not know when yet, Osho will be contacting me to take a place at my non physical table so to speak.  I am excited for this but also afraid for the way my own expansion will feel once he does.  Osho, has a reputation for his harsh teaching methods and unforgiving truth delivery.

I can feel this purpose before me.  I was born and molded from the stone of this universe for this very role.  I feel it in every fiber of my being.  I have a lot to live up to with an arsenal of consciousness behind me such as this.  But I figured today that you might be curious about my non-physical family, my “non physical key players”.  It is uncommon for spiritual teachers to talk openly about their own spirit guides.  But as you know, I love breaking with tradition.


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The last photo you included is my favourite photo of you!! It feels like completely YOU! It let's off the strongest teal energy ever. I adore it!! 

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