Eons ago I was a Founding Mother, a glamorous name for an ancient human woman used in hybrid breeding projects with reptilian overlords? (If you missed that episode, read it here).
What do I even do with this? A lot of people in my life know me is weird but lovable. With this new information, Skeptics might want to throw me into the loony bin – the way the Matrix – society – often has negated a spiritual breakthrough and discounted spiritual gifts. This revelation that eons ago I birthed human-reptilian hybrid children feels like an expansion of consciousness. Energy is pouring through me. I can’t keep track of the thoughts, sensations, and expanding perceptions without writing them into reality. Long ago I left as much of the Matrix as I could. Now, in this chaos of all possibilities, I have plunged headfirst over the cliff with arms spread, free falling into a far different reality than I ever knew existed.
Thank goodness I get to choose the story. I know that life is a series of stories in which we win or lose, suffer or heal. I know which I prefer, because I know what I and all humans need most:
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To be seen.
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To be heard.
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To be valued.
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To be loved.
Accepting this new version of myself requires even more letting go of what anyone else thinks. Being even weirder might make some people love me less but it will make me love Me more because authenticity requires telling myself the truth, then living it. Quality over quantity, eh?
Years ago I caught myself repeatedly commenting, “Something is shifting. I can feel it.” It was kind of a “duh” moment to realize yet again the constancy of change and the sensations evolving consciousness evokes. The evidence is in seeing the things I am doing differently. For example:
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What I’m not reading in order to make time to study a new perception of dimensional reality.
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How I’m using every spare moment to record a new perception or note how the new perception applies to the book I’m working on.
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How easily I now read the signals that my mind is saturated and my body needs to move and absorb energy; the dogs are always eager to go walk by the river.
These and other subtle but potent choices move me toward more – and more effective – self-expression. It’s the only way to get through this phase of reality dissolution to The More Beautiful World Our Hearts Know Is Possible. (Thank you, Charles Eisenstein. If you haven’t read his book by that title, definitely do so. Get it here.) The current dissolution of life structures as we know them reminds me of the caterpillar inside the cocoon, dissolving into a nutritive soup as it morphs into a butterfly. That’s why these times are the Soupy Times!
I find it easier to call this process a paradigm shift because the word “paradigm” evokes for me a bit of emotional distance. Paradigm means basically the same thing as “reality,” but reality for me is the ocean I swim in. I feel the touch and the push and pull of the energies as paradigms/realities move around me. So, yes, I am changing again. I have reptilian DNA, and not all reptilians are bad, though the ones that are “bad” are really bad. Another paradigm shift – generalizations declaring things bad or good are oversimplification and not in the least helpful. This is another shift that applies directly to my third dimensional life – the practice of releasing gross judgments even while discerning where boundaries are super important. It’s easier to stay in the present moment – the Power of Now – when everything I thought I knew about the past is being deconstructed and I’m aware that my thoughts and stories are creating the future I’m evolving into.
I have begun deepening my relationship with the Beings I have met, my three hybrid sons (Abel, Abdul, and Azra) and my daughter Lyril. They are showing me the forms they grew into as they matured. I will tell you more about them soon.
