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Can’t wait any longer!        “The Healing the Waters of Japan and the World Matrix Mandala”  

Vimeo Video    Dowsing Experiment of Matrix Mandalashealing waters matrix

I finished this last painting on the Winter Solstice yet have not released it as I was “told/guided” to create a video and audio explanation of it and other mandalas created recently.  For anyone who has worked with audio/video production (beginner or professional) you know what a slow and frustrating process it can be……patience is the virtue most definitely!

There has been some incredible information “downloaded to me” during the painting of this one particularly. Because of the depth and potential applications I have been shown it will be researched further before going public.

I cannot take full credit for the revelations within matrix mandala as it manifest itself through what I have recently learned and observed in the work of Michael Tellinger in South Africa, Tom Kenyon’s Meditation for Japan, Tesla’s Free Energy and the use of specific minerals, sacred geometric combinations and harmonics and the many years of work and research with sound and energy healing.

The end result is a short 7 minutes describing the process and layers involved in this particular piece and the dowsing experiment I did with other paintings. Before starting I had no idea of what exactly would be revealed. It has proved interesting!

In a day or so I will have the video link on my website Earth Spirit Journeys and on my Deviantart site – tonight I just could not get any more out of me.

I hope you find the video interesting and the images powerful. More about all of this will follow shortly.

 

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This morning, wrapped in a warm blanket to protect from the cool mountain air I sat in meditation. The warm southern sun feeling so good after several days of clouds, cold, rain and blahs!

As the cocoon warmed, the mind stilled and partially emptied of thoughts and dialogue…..peaceful. This week is huge as most of you know. The big build up to 11-11-11 and another full moon heralding yet more dynamic shifts in the energetic and vibrational life forces on Earth and within Humanity.

Awaken! Awaken! It is the time!

The mind chatter started and this phrase kept repeating itself within me…a meditation in itself! As its continued force moved to cells and the blueprint matrix of all fields within and around me became aware….Awaken! Awaken! It is the Time!

I/We have been waiting for the tangible signs of this most intangible phenomenon….they are here yet they are not! Then my mind took me to remember some of the many clues from days gone by of perhaps Who and What I have incarnated for in this Lifetime.

As I share these very few pieces of awakening for me, I encourage you to also follow the awakening threads of your journey thus far….what is revealed to you?

The mind stilled and then revealed……

The very earliest memory I have is of 3 years old, before my brother was born. Living on the waterfront in Palm Beach, north of Sydney (back then it was a days trek to get there from the city.) Standing near a large tree (mother took a photo of me and the tree that day). A group of nuns in black habits come to the beach to swim. They all started taking off the layers of clothing and it was when the veils started coming off revealing bald heads that I became frightened and hid behind the tree. Laughingly, they spoke and tried to coax me out, I stayed out of deep curiosity more than anything. Of course we all know nuns don’t strip off their clothes and swim…..I know this was a visit from other worlds!

In the warmth of the morning sun I went back into quiet time within the mind……another memory came back.

This was when I was 6-7 years old. My father, along with another engineer, started building tape recorders in a small garage in Cremorne, a suburb of Sydney. Not long after that he opened “Magnetic Sound Industries” on George St, Sydney. For anyone living in Sydney between the mid 50s to early 80s, my father Peter Clark, was known as the Sound Magician and he really opened up the tape recorder and Hi Fi industry in Australia. He could hear the tiniest change in sound, he knew how create combinations of equipment (speakers, amps, tape decks, etc) to get as perfect a sound as possible back then. He taught me to hear and listen and feel sound frequencies.

That image moved away and the sun warmed my face and body…stillness again.

Around 13-14 years old the world expanded again. Sitting at the window in my bedroom, holding the treasured “transistor radio” with the antenna extended out of the window searching the skies for radio stations from other parts of Australia and the World. Most every night I would do the same ritual. Using the dial to tune into the radio frequencies able to penetrate the atmosphere and ignite the crystals within the radio…..I could hear the world coming to me…sometimes in English…mostly in other languages yet it didn’t matter, I was just enthralled. Living on the other side of the world in the stillness of my night and connecting to other worlds!

Stillness and warmth again…..

Hands of Healing appeared and a vision of the Hathors. Ancient, light-filled, beyond Earth…..hands held up and light energy eliminating forth, dancing along the vibrational waves all around. This was Me remembering how and why the knowledge of Light Healing Power  was/is activated through me in this lifetime all the way to today. Through experience I have witnessed incredible events and healing and know there is so much more to be received as We Awaken! This vision continued moving through my ages of 8 years old until today…..the young dancer whose body moved and flowed with the technical training of a classical ballet dancer…..and always it was through my hands came the greatest expression…..energy flowing and moving through and out, touching others. These days I speak a lot with my hands. It is so special to watch another’s eyes catch sight of light, energy and colors flowing as I speak…..making the intangible, tangible, so to speak!

Quiet again, mind is still and sun is continuing to warm…….

A diamond patterned tapestry is on the wall before me. I am sitting at a table surrounded by others at a dinner party. The woman opposite me makes mention of a recent trip to Egypt. Behind her, a diamond moves and opens….and then becomes dimensionally deeper into the tapestry and wall. I am traveling into the diamond light, further and further into this tunnel…..not seeing yet knowing there are rooms or places behind the light….moving deeper in yet still hearing voices on the outside of the vision. Light expanding into a room/space of vibrant light vibrating with beauty. I had reached the inner space within the diamond within the Great Pyramid but it is not the one known as Giza….it is one within one, within one, yet to be found!

Under the light are scenes of lower light, people playing with genes and machines, Dr Who comes to mind….scenes of desolation and pain are dissolved as I hold and witness…..Awaken! Awaken! When the time is right Diamond Light will Activate!

As Light begins to change I move backwards out of the tunnel, back through the diamond pattern and rest quietly in the chair again….all eyes turned toward me puzzled and curious. The explanation I gave then could only scratch the surface and was suffice for then.

Awaken! Awaken! It is Time!

Part Three of the message from Metatron by Tyberonn awakened all of this again. As yet another activation of the massive communicating crystals of the planet will occur on 11-11-11, with a prime focus on the Arkansas Mountains another memory came forth….

Of the time in October, 2000 when I went of Vision Quest in those very same mountains, activated by the crystal power deep within the core.

I am in gratitude of all those in my life journey thus far who have been friends, lovers, teachers, creators and co-creators. Many know who you are, many others do not know how you have touched my life and been part of my AWAKENING. We often have no idea how we affect and effect others….I hope I have touched some lives in the same way and been a Seed of Awakening for them.

We are awakening to the Core, as the core of an apple holds seeds….so too as we peel and reveal….Our Core holds the Seeds of Purpose and Life to unfold……

Remember! Remember!

If you would like assist in unraveling and understanding your life threads, please contact me for Life Alchemy Consultation (ophelia28@earthlink.net)

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As the population of Planet Earth is just about 7 billion people – what can be said about this single first quarter profit of ONE oil company!    Questions?   Investigations?   How much more will THEY take?

Contrasts Re-Awaken Similarities and  Possibilities

The days or weeks leading up to another blog entry always make me antsy to write yet I don’t have a clear focus or topic to write about. It was a similar feeling and process I experienced when preparing for the taping of my television program from 2004 to 2007. I would get lots of  clues and messages but it took time to see their relevance before the final piece was laid in place.

 This past week fits into this same category and now I enjoy the game of revelations that goes along with the emerging clues. Today is the day to put “pen to paper” so to speak. And as part of the writing I want to share the unfolding of clues that has taken place. Notice the diversity and commonalities that emerge, do you see the theme!

Clue 1:  Last Tuesday and Wednesday I began remembering the trip my former husband and I took to Haiti and the Dominican Republic in 1996. Several very powerful memories kept surfacing until one stood out more than the other. (I will share that story later in this posting.)

Clue 2: On Wednesday I also receive a new message from the Hathors by Tom Kenyon.  Here is a very short excerpt that now has a more profound meaning for so many.

We now wish to address the question of a new creation for those of you who may find yourself in the aftermath of a natural or manmade disaster, such as an earthquake, a volcanic eruption, or destructive weather patterns.

If the destructive force is strong enough, the perceptual markers of your former reality may no longer exist. Your home or place of business may no longer be there. You may find yourself dealing with shortages of food and water, and there are any number of variables that can come together to create a state of shock and overwhelm.

We wish to be very clear in what we are about to say. Shock and overwhelm in the face of disasters are a natural mammalian response, and if you are to transcend and transform the moment you must reach upward to higher dimensions of your own existence, your own being, to those realms of consciousness that are beyond time and space….... (from Transition States of Consciousness)

Clue 3: Today, April 29, 2011 (4+11+4 = 19 = 1   new beginning) was the Big Day . The marriage of William and Kate takes the British Monarchy into brand new image territory – the king-to-be  marrying a commoner along with a significant softening of age old rigid traditions. Some commentators called it “the day the UK came out of mourning for Princess Diana, breathing life back into a nation!”  I was awake at 4:20am and prompted to get up. I didn’t! I waited until the push was stronger, finally getting up at 5:10am to turn on television where I am staying. I had missed the service so had to be happy with the ramblings, cut-ins of the service and location interviews. Then around 6:00am  CNN and others started cutting back across the Atlantic to reporters in the South showing the incredible tornado damage done in six southern states. At one point I even saw split screen images of “the wedding and the devastation” – such contrasts!

Clue 4: Last night I took my Medicine Bundle out of hiding. It was time for the bundle to share a night on the Mother Earth. So I placed all the sacred stones and items on the land and did prayers and blessings. This morning with music of the native flute in the background, I did a short meditation and pulled some medicine cards for additional clues. Skunk-Reputation; Blue Heron-Self-Reflection; Weasel-Stealth revealed themselves. (Medicine Cards by Jamie Sams and David Carson). Reading the descriptions I took the messages/relevance shown for today.

Clue 5: Then later in the warming sun I checked the new seedlings in the garden, got my hands dirty in the soil and became aware of “dialogue in my head” moving the clues of information around to create varying story lines and revelations…..Contracts is situations, intimate connecting with strangers because of disaster, life and death, physical and material loss and spiritual rebirth.

So what is the message within all these clues! 

From Apathy to Empathy

First and foremost the human experience is bound to contrasts as a way of finding the middle ground. The goal if one could look at it this way, is to find the middle path,  the harmonious balance between the contrasts, at least for a little while. It is also in our human nature to get complacent or lost if we stay in that middle and balanced place for too long without some conscious awareness. People and situations are taken for granted, apathy can set in or creating too much action and/or anger to make change for the wrong reasons or in the wrong way.

Although there are many situations to mention I am just taking a few. At the beginning of the Iraq War, probably 97% of people had no idea it would still be going 10 years later, with no true end in sight! Unless one is in the thick of it, apathy and non-caring takes over. It is on someone else’s land. The earthquakes, tsunamis, flooding and massive destruction and loss of life in Indonesia (12/26/2004); Gulf Coast, USA (8/28/2005);  Haiti (1/12/2010); New Zealand (2/22/2011); Japan (3/11/2011)  now takes on new meaning, empathy and consciousness in this country.  Katrina hit hard and is now close to forgotten, unless you were very personally effected and still trying to get back together. The recent mid-west flooding continues as the spring snows melt. And then yesterday (4/28/2011) a massive number of tornadoes ripped through the South completely wiping out entire areas and the loss of life rises.  “It looks like a war zone!” It looks like a 3rd world country!” “Everything has completely changed!”

Now all of these people and departed souls are connected by and through the consciousness thread of Unity in Tragedy through the Uprising of Spiritual Awakening for the New World of Light Integrity Living.  Read it again if you didn’t get it the first time!  Mother Nature holds no favorites.  Even the poorest regions of the US are wealthier than many 3rd or 4th world countries.  In a split second contrasts are wiped out, taking each one to find the core of what is important, what is real, what is lasting or what is not! The physical rebuilding in all of these cases is huge. The spiritual rebuilding is even more crucial, even larger and will be the transforming force of all that comes behind. These are the lessons and these are the gifts shared.

Footing the Bill!

One of the first things that will come to the front after the initial shock has passed will be about “where is the money going to come from…..we have an economic crisis!”  Now let’s see if this country has and is ready for a new or renewed brand of politician who takes initiative for social and financial greed and change. Who will really use the insane amounts of $$$ they raise in the “name of campaigning”  for real, tangible projects instead of recycling it through select corporate boardrooms and the like.  It is time to Walk the Talk in a completely new way and no-one can immune  themselves from this movement ahead.   This type of action will get the votes they seek, guaranteed!

 Haiti – A Lesson from Mission Dollars

This trip to Haiti and the Dominican Republic in 1996 was amazing for me and I was not new to travel. I had lived in Europe for five years in my twenties, traveled the world as a Stewardess with British Airways and had my own wholesale travel company before the advent of the Internet. This trip awakened and tested my spiritual resolve, beliefs and depths. My husband and I were part of a group of eighteen clergy and lay people at the invitation of the International Department of the Mission Department of the Presbyterian Church. We were there to see how effective change was happening, if at all and how effective or not where mission monies being spent and on what types of projects. So many stories to tell….but this one was profound…..as it is about contrasts!

Black and White

Our bus pulled up in front of a new, white building with lovely landscaping. The white exterior was sparking in the sun and my first thought was “this is so out of place here!”  Our Host greeted us warmly and chatted as we toured the new clinic, wonderfully funded by several congregations in Pennsylvania. “Leave your mark in concrete” he suggested. My husband was thrilled at the opportunity. After a short stop we were scheduled to visit the pastor of a small church in another part of the town, in the bario, there would be a short service of welcome.

The church was an old, rundown, grey block square building with no doors or windows, just openings. Apart from enough seats for those present, a podium and a table, there wasn’t anything else. The pastor was pleasant and quiet. The music, besides voices, was provided by a man sitting straddling an old box speaker without the actual speaker. Just a hole with four pieces of metal nailed to it. He twanged the metal and there was music! A large Creole Haitian woman caught my eye. She was dressed in a bright dress with matching head wrap, she seemed to be someone they all respected.

The service ended, we all milled around and then started to leave. The woman came up to me as I stood alone to the side. “Viens, viens avec moi!” she asked several times. “Come with me” she was asking. Years ago I spoke really good French, although it was very out of practice, I understood her French/Creole words. I started to follow her. Tim asked where I was going and I response “I have no idea!” He joined me.

We started towards their village although this is a very questionable description to use by our standards!  Another group member, Doreen asked to join us and so we disappeared though the rabbit warren of  shacks of tin, wood, cardboard or whatever, seeing penned pigs, a chicken or two, dogs here and there. We kept going, winding further into this amazing place. Although the paths and floors of their homes were dirt, all was very orderly and clean, as though they respected what they had.

We finally came to the only block building, we entered at her request. There were two rooms. The first one had a table and two chairs, that’s all I noticed. The walls were adorned with pages from magazines, as though for decoration. We entered the second room, it was smaller, two small windows and a double bed. Don’t remember anything else. Lying on the bed was the blackest man I had ever seen! The woman’s skin was much lighter in comparison. He was delirious, he was mumbling continually. “Il est mon mari. Il est malade! ” she said He is my husband, he is sick!

That was an understatement! Just one look told you that! I was drawn to the bed and reached down to touch the man’s arm. He was on fire! His skin was swollen, spongy and boiling hot to the touch. I couldn’t image what it felt like!  “Mon Dieu, mon Dieu, je suis pret!  My God, my God, I am ready! He kept saying over and over.  His wife started talking to us and I caught on to most of what she was saying but my mind was with her husband.  I remembered the clinic and saw Red! Back to the man! I sat on the bed because it felt right. Held his hand and spoke to him because it felt right. I also felt he was so close to leaving, to dying, his body energy was shutting down.

Tim was standing next to me and Doreen next to him. The wife stood at the end of the bed. Tim was so uncomfortable yet wanting to do something. I turned as he looked at the woman and said “I know you will not understand the words I say but I would like to say a prayer for your husband!” She smiled and nodded, she did understand! In the time we held hands and Tim saying his prayer a bubble of light and power came over us. There were no other sounds, there was nothing else except the five of us. As was usual, Tim’s prayer was long winded but it was perfect, it came from the depths of his heart. He stopped talking and we just stayed there, in this bubble of light.

Suddenly noise broke the silence and voices were getting loud. Lionel, our tour leader entered and spoke to the woman. Haitian by birth, Lionel had been saved by Amnesty International many years earlier, when imprisoned in the dungeons of the Palace, the very palace we had had tea in days earlier. Fortunately, he was a living victim of Papa and Baby Doc Duvalier’s reign of terror. This trip was his first to Haiti since those days.

The woman told him her husband had been lying there for three days, he had been very sick and she was afraid he would die. Lionel asked why she had not taken him to the new clinic. She shook her head and explained. It was not for Haitians. They have no money. It is not welcoming to people like us!  I was furious as I had already figured that out. I insisted that Lionel arrange for the men to take him to the clinic. A young man working at the clinic kept saying “they know it is there, it is their fault if they don’t go!” Wrong!

Eventually the man was taken to the clinic and we went off the follow the scheduled events. I was still upset by what had happened and what I saw! No one else seemed to care!

At the end of the day we returned to the clinic to clean up before the long trip back to the hotel. On the way to the bathroom I caught sight of a man in a wheelchair with a nurse and another woman standing beside him. Slowing and straining to listen I heard “I don’t know why they brought him here, there is nothing wrong!” I looked again, it was the same man but he looked completely different. I tried not to show surprise.

Minutes later after looking for Tim I made my way back to the bus, through the garden. In front of me was the nurse pushing the wheelchair. They stopped in front of Doreen and the young man from earlier. As I walked by, I stopped, touched the man’s arm and asked “Vous etre bien maintenant!” Big eyes looked up at me and a smile shone through. He gave a slight node and I kept walking.

Two nights later, our last night and we all gathered for a debriefing and celebration. Going around the table everyone had a chance to share something of their journey. It was Doreen’s turn. She shared and then just as she finished she turned to me, smiled and told the group there was something further she needed to say.  Giving a brief outline to remind all of the time she was referencing.

Looking directly at me she began “I have something to tell you that you need to know. When we were standing on the path you spoke to the man and then walked off…..he turned to us and with a smile said “Elle a ete mon ange” She was my angel! “(excuse not having the correct accents)

I was moved to tears, humbled and knew it had all played out for many reasons. The good intentions of mission monies and how they are spent often miss the mark completely and are for the givers to feel good rather than to completely benefit the receivers. The clinic, so pristine and perfect was an “unwelcoming white elephant” in the small community. The staff couldn’t understand why people they knew were sick would not go there. After this instance I did hear “through the grapevine” there had been changes and staff were now working to make the clinic an open and welcoming place for everyone, not just those who fit the right profile.

The contrast came in the meeting of the black man and a white woman innocently becoming the light of awakening where color, possessions, culture and financial status  had absolutely no power or place.

As you reflect on our world, there is much for us to do!


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