Preparing Children - and loved ones - for The Event

A recent blog by Narendra, giving his 9 year old son's perspective on the upcoming Event, struck a cord with me.

My son is just about to turn eight.  He's smart, alive, intuitive and ... a boy!  He thinks meditation is sleeping (oh no, I'm not!) and dimensional shifts only happen to Pokemon!


But, like Narendra, I've been aware that The Event could happen while he's at school, while I'm not there to support and reassure him, and where many others around him may panic - I'm thinking more about the staff than the kids, as I do think kids intuitively get this more than we do.

So to prepare him, I've been talking about huge waves of energy coming from the sun.  I've said that it might even look as though the colours have left the rainbows to dance and swirl across the sky in joyfulness and love.

I haven't said anything like 'there's nothing to be afraid of', because that introduces the very word 'fear' into his consciousness.

As we get closer, I am going to extend this description to imagining the rainbow colours swirling through his body and filling him with their joyfulness and love.   Others might wonder what's happening, but he, I will tell him, will know that this is what love looks like, when you can see it with your very eyes.

I am hoping that, when the time comes, this tiny seed will blossom effortlessly.

Much harder, are my parents, in their seventies.  What do I say to them, to begin to prepare them?

I have decided to go down the more 'scientific' route with them, drip feeding the idea that the sun, according to scientists, is shooting out bigger and more intense solar flares that stretch far out into space, and that, a bit like the aurora borialis, we may even get to see 'light shows' in the sky.

As grown ups are much predisposed to fear, I think it will be important to include the fact that the sun is always shooting out high-energy flares and they don't harm us at all, it's just that these particular ones will have the by-product of once-in-a-lifetime multi-coloured skies.

If you have any ideas you'd like to share about how you're preparing your friends and family, I would love to hear your ideas<3

On falling down and getting back up again

In my last post, I wrote about my feelings of helplessness and, indeed, hopelessness.  For the next two nights I was awake for hours, asking for help and healing, trying to figure out how to lift myself out of a space that wasn't serving me, my higher good, or the collective, in any way.

Sure enough, the answer came, like a little 'pop' in my mind.  I was in victim mode.  I hadn't even noticed it.   I don't even think of myself as a victim, but suddenly, and with blinding clarity, I saw myself behind that mask.


I felt a victim to my job, to my home and housework, to the drudge of days, to my son's school, to my husband, to the achingly slow process of Ascension.  You name it, I resented it.  It seems that everything was, in some way, bullying me.

Yesterday, all that changed.  I read something synchronistically, about choosing to be a victim or a survivor.  That sentence lit a fire in every cell of my body.   My energy suddenly lifted. I have power.  I have choice:  I chose to be here and now.  I am rising up.  The ashes have fallen, and I am Present.

I was feeling sorry for myself, which is allowed.  I was tired, run down and I had no energy.  All of that is allowed.  What's less allowed is self-nurture. 

What's often ignored is that life, and the Ascension project, can be exhausting.  In order to cope with it, much less thrive, we have to nourish ourselves, uplift ourselves by creating little pockets of peace, love and joy in our days. 

I'm not talking about ticker-tape parade moments.  I mean noticing the tiny, almost invisible moments of richness that we often ignore, a moment of appreciation for what we do have: sipping a warming hot drink, noticing a kind gesture, taking a moment or two to simply be, breathing deeply to the count of three with a smile. 

We are over-stretched, over-burdened, and over-loaded on so many levels. 

BUT.... the means are the end.   How we live, creates our lives.  

If we can remember to focus on the simple things, we are welcoming in the spaciousness of our higher selves, the healing power of the divine.  And we are actively bringing about Ascension.

Operation Pheonix

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I've been sinking for a while now; ground down by an unending wave of everyday, mundane jobs that never, ever seem to end and a world in the final throws of all out virtual war, or so it seems to me.  

Days grind on, I feel heavier and denser, lonelier, angrier and more short tempered.  It's not really a pretty picture.  Try living with me!

Today, I sank under the waves of life.  I felt terrified of living one more day in what seems like an unending flow of banal, meaningless tasks that are no sooner completed, then they need to be repeated - housework is a great example of that particular category.

I tried to channel, but I think my vibration was too low to pick up any wisdom.  I asked for help, but didn't really expect anything.  Help is often so subtle that I miss it: my bad.
So I meditated, as I do every day, with greater and lesser success.  I was about to finish when I noticed that there was a wave of energy 'pushing' me from my left.  Often when I'm channeling, I will feel the energy come from the right, so coming for the opposite side caught my attention. 

I decided to stay with it.  After about five minutes, it began to radiate in front of me, rather than the side.  Another five minutes and it moved to the right.  Then I felt a feather-light warmth rub across my cheek several times. After another while, it moved to my back.

As this was happening, I saw a Phoenix covered in black ashes.  I got the feeling that the Phoenix can't see while it's 'on fire' and covered with ashes.  It is only after the fire has cleansed it, that its fiery magnificence is visible and it knows it can fly, transformed from shadowy darkness to brilliant purity.

My sense is that many of us are in a similar position.  Feeling out of sorts, under and over-whelmed by life and the world at large, at a loss for where to go and what to do.  It's as if someone pressed the 'pause' button on life, but didn't tell us!

Though I feel a little better right now, I wouldn't say that I'm feeling my old self.  It's more that I'm willing to accept that this is where I am, where many of us are.  I share this experience, in case it helps you make sense of yours, in case you too are going through the life as if 'paused'.

At a higher level, nothing is lost, nothing is wasted, and I am pretty sure, nothing is ever on pause: it just looks like that to us. 

We can do this, live through the hiatus, the mundane greyness of a Tuesday.  I'm not out of the sea, but at least I'm bobbing on the surface now.  And I sincerely hope you are too <3