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Tracking

Preparing for my Turtle’s Circle of Life event on Saturday I’m considering how to open the circle and keep returning to the native peoples who lived on this land before us (Snoqualmie, Sammamish, Duwamish). I will honor them, the Four Directions, Mother Earth and Father Sky with drumming. I will honor drum’s beat as the heart beat of Gaia—*the song that sings to all Creation. Rather, I’m to say * that sings Creation. * represents inspired as in being breathed into me.

Interesting how stalker/hacker has been blocking communications this week on computer, phone (daughter witnessed it) and GPS. He must be in town. I sensed the need (actually I was pulled) to drive to the meeting site in Issaquah so I would know where it was located. My GPS was scrambled so I used a different system to find the address. At the site I unexpectedly ran into Scott (who is also presenting) and we discussed the event. It was perfect timing as I needed a better sense of the space and flow.

What struck me about this experience today was how one man interferes with my rhythmic tracks (he is a world renowned Tracker) and how a Creative Force adds to my rhythmic Track. By connecting with Scott I again received what I had been seeking—the room layout. 

This conscious tracking conveys the insignificance of ego antics and the significance of synchronization of Flow by being in Flow. So, who is tracking who? Creator!!

Copy That

Creator, Energy, Light needs Earth, Matter, Body to ground, expand, manifest — to be creative and express creation.

My physical, linear brain is hurting lately from too much incoming stimulus, too much data. I live life with my whole body rather than think it with a linear brain. This non-linear brain processes organically. And with that is composting by letting life get dark, moist and changing in the underworld. This process is Circular and Feminine.

I was on Dr. Joe’s website looking for a specific event and was amazed at the many articles available. Where to begin? It’s a treasure chest of gems and Dragons love gems. My brain, however, can’t digest it. Currently, my brain hurts in response to seeing all the data. I don’t even want to be on the internet having to read something to relate. Relationship is in a new living and breathing dimension.

To ingest, digest and then put it into practice through living expression includes linear and non-linear.

My brain hurts again. I’m hitting against something and am in process of discovery. It will integrate as it’s done so very many times. Oh! the website experience was very masculine with words without the dance of Feminine expression of Emotion. I get to dance it through this body—dance step by dance step. This post is one of those steps. And the brain pressure evens out a bit. 

So, the brain uses the body just like Creator. Heart would also use the body for creative expression. So, the parts are in agreement: Brain, Heart, Body dance In the moment Now. I’m getting confirmation from Light Lineage as they communicate: “Copy that.” This seventh sense of humor lifts the pressure.

Sound Healing

Sharing this with my Coherence Healing group is quite significant in my personal experience of grounding here in 3-D. We are all ready for more Cosmic Consciousness as we meet our Light Linege.

3:00 am. I usually blog (she-dragon.com) about my visions but since I experienced the black “Triangle” with you in Coherence Healing I’m decoding it here/now. Black represents Earth and the Feminine.

I am guided by inner Guides—currently a blue Arcturian woman named Andromeda and Jesus. So what I see/say moves through me. Yes, channeling. Yes, it’s all inspired —*like breathing*—are words directly from Guides. I highlight them because they have unique vibration/sound different than other words that are conjured up in brain-body.

Triangle is (-) Feminine and (+) Masculine at the base 🔺and thus (-/+) at the top representing wholeness. In Christianity it’s Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Note the missing Feminine. Interesting that so much of our conversation at the WM brunch was about the Sacred Feminine. So Triangle represents whole brain-body holiness.

The sound, when we were all in this Triangle, was expansive including Heaven and Earth. ♦️ I’m still *struck* (like the striker hitting the musical triangular instrument!) that in 3-D we use matter to hit or strike matter to make sound/music. *And that matters!* Matter to matter = sacred sound. 

My thought is that in deep meditation and trance there is sound outside of 3-D that’s coming in to us. That is the point of sharing this with you: We are instruments receiving divine messages from outer cosmic space through inner space. I used to call this the Language of the Sacred Feminine (written about in my book S/He Dragon ~ How I Found My Wings). Now I call it the Language of S/He. S/He Dragon. Dragon over many years has represented my Light body and more recently it represents a fleet of space craft. We live in parallel universes and are aligned with Light Lineage. We fly as One *Sound Body.*

Sharing this here/now is like “coming out” as Dragon Mystic. I have no idea what’s next! I welcome your insights,  thoughts, feelings, questions. We are part of a Dragon fleet. *Draco*

Andromeda

Another woman approached me in a store in response to a comment I had made. She was kind, sweet. Last night falling asleep I thought about the women who showed up recently. A tall woman with a bulbous head wearing cobalt blue appeared on the screen in mind’s eye. She was facing left and looking downward. She was connected with us women. I asked a question but no response. Then Jesus appears facing right just like the pictures of him. I thanked them for being present. This woman was so vivid and real in 3-D. I plan to, rather, I tune into her Now. The Language of Now is spoken because of all the turning, changing, transmuting. I’m asking her name…

The Turning

Earth body is different than Light body. Much to learn. Feet and hands tingle as if floating on air. New Earth stirring, up-rising. So much work done! A corner turned. 

Two are rotated into alignment (circular, clockwise). Vows are said. “To Love and Cherish now, now and now.” I (this ego body) was stunned observing and hearing this but stayed with it. He leads—positive in charge. She listens—negative in charge. My bodies’ brains and hearts are adjusting to this turning.

Endearment Rising

I’ve had a relaxing week off in between jobs. One mom recovering from surgery and the other family undecided as to what their new schedule looks like. (Maybe they’re taking a vacation from me after I shared my concerns.) Now I get to decide how long I can go without a pay check. I trust the process and will take action soon. 

I am tickled again and want to ground it here/now. At our family’s Leo birthday gathering my oldest daughter, who’s been estranged from me off and on over the years, said goodbye to me by giving me a hug and loudly proclaiming that I am her “Little Muffin.” She has called me that a few times but not so openly. It’s so endearing and welcoming to my heart. So many surprises rising to the surface!!

Sleeping Lady, Leavenworth

Tickled with De-Light

Energy lines up with matter. I’m hearing “It’s a spectrum.” Ok, thank you for this information. And I ask: where’s the inspiration? What part of this process is inspiration? “It’s all inspiration!” Nothing—no thing—is not inspired. And that means it’s connected to Spirit.

That dialogue came through (was inspired) in my silent meditation. My brain-body is not enjoying meditating to words or music. Right now it’s about silence. So much is heard in silence. So much connects through silence.

I was shopping for a few gifts and blue napkins for my Turtle presentation. In Home Goods I wandered and started to focus on the napkins. I wandered clear across the store to a display that was facing the wall. (That store can be cluttered in places.) I looked down and saw a blue package. I pulled it out from under the stack and it has a turtle image on it! I was tickled! Turtle and I found each other and that was my intent!

At my hair salon I saw a Woodinville Magazine and picked it up though I rarely read magazines. But something told me to open it, read it. Last night I read about Molbak’s nursery expanding. The Gardens District will be “biophilic“—using architecture built with a special emphasis on creating the  experience of being in nature.

I read about Eastrail bike trails being expanded on our Eastside. 

I read about my friend Alexa and her Hawthorn Farm in The Homestead Down the Street: Imagining a New Suburbia. She speaks of “integrity in the suburbs”, how humans “connect to landscapes”, and the urgent need for “systemic change.” 

And in between the wine/farm/schoolhouse district ads I read an article by friend Tom Quigley, President of Sammamish Valley Alliance who says our connection to water and to soil is in our DNA and can be a spiritual experience. When I worked for him years ago he would not have been so open about using that language. I’m so proud of his leadership in this valley. 

That I was drawn to this magazine reflecting past Transition Woodinville (Rob Hopkin’s seeds planted) values tickles me! I had been disgruntled (yes, a rainbow spectrum of emotion moves through me) about the Arabian horse acreage being scraped off the face of the earth. What was once full green space is now now flat brown. Does this mean we live with development? That once the old is torn down we build with new green values?

And in this current of unintentional intention I was shopping in a department store yesterday and four women complimented me on my hair coloring. They were so happy about telling me this and—I was tickled!

I am thanking the magazine right now!

A Reroute

Went from my Drumming Tree to my Douglas Fir with black plastic bag to haul away the homeless shelter debris. I felt love for this man and his temporary home as I bagged rotting shoes, parka, tool kit, safety glasses and plastic sheeting. The years of decaying needles held his story and the Earth was fresh, clean. Going in and coming out the blackberry vines grabbed my clothing which gave me opportunity to connect and patiently release them. The sharp barbs made holes in the plastic bag. Such viscous creepers doing their job. Their contact on skin felt as if they were scraping old webbing off my body. 

My body has a mind of its own. (It’s more resilient than heart or brain because it can bypass both.) Body moves past Heart and Brain static with its own intention. I follow its familiar path of fluidity and get blocked by what feels like a punch to lower gut. Sorry, body! Wrong path! So, body learns to unlearn and reroute. Where will Body take me next? What new path of fluidity?