Getting Ready to Fall

The Wave's Crest and Release into Peaceful Resolution

It’s coming isn’t it?

Some sort of shoe is going to drop. The bottom is about to fall out. The wave is about to break.

There is a reason that my delightful wandering tapestry of daydreams stop dead in their tracks the moment a plan begins to take shape that involves setting goals for more than 3 months ahead.

I recently learned that my best friend of over 25 years has a “time limited,” (only true in the material, not the spiritual realm) prognosis, making NOW more relevant than ever.

What can we count on? Even the weather is more than iffy.

Spring in North America is always an uncertain affair. But last night there were 70 mph winds, like a hurricane in the central PA woodlands! In these times, I allow myself to consider that this unusual pattern might be the result of “weather modification.” There is barely anything that doesn’t pass through a filter of inquiry and skepticism.

Other “signs” of collapse include the many external political factors; the indictment of Donald J. Trump, dismissed court cases, like Brook Jackson VS. Pfizer, and House Bills contested—Atty. Tom Renz’s Missouri House Bill 1169 advocating for transparency of GMO food supply. There are storms a plenty.

What’s a human to do?

Stay human. Be even MORE human, meaning more embodied, if possible. How do we do this?

Each day begins anew. One can start with a chip on your shoulder, or one can choose this from Psalms 54: “Have the strength to face my fears; Your faithfulness will help me transform them into love.”

Often I awaken at 4 pm thereabouts. I call this the time God or inspiration talks to me. Sometimes I get sweet messages, like a name for my substack piece; "So to Speak” came that way. Other times a fear presents itself and I must decide if I have the strength to face it.

This idea that a fear can transform into love is very, very powerful. Fear does have a tremendous force. It courses through the body in the form of cortisol and adrenalin. And, we feel it as something agitating, and something of an unleashed and untamable imperative.

Here is where the choice resides. Because fear is so physiologically insistant, something must be done to quell it.

And here is the signal to kick into full fledge human power. On that physiological level I begin to take responsibility for providing stasis. Deep, slow breathing. Delivering oxygen to all parts of the body. Slowing the heart rate, raising endorphins.

Once stasis is achieved I can begin grounding consciousness. Now I have my mental capacity back, since I neutralized the fear hormone cocktail. And, I can think about facing the fear, clearly. Who or what is the threat? My human job is to answer that.

Transforming the who and the what into love, now that’s a trick. Transcendent power needed here. If I can, I allow myself to submit to that—God, higher self—ultimately love.

What is especially good about this 4 am meet-up with God, is that after this bit of work, I can go back to sleep and rest assured that all the necessary rewiring on a biological level is happening so that I can “wake up” with a new spiritual perspective.

I guess I am suggesting that in preparation for what *Clif High calls the Big Ugly, and what I call the Fall, is to consistently be a human resorting to her highest powers which is most certainly access to quantum field, love, divine guidance, discernment.

All distractions must be rooted out. No alcohol, drugs or food for calming. No excuses and blaming others to get off the hook, no hiding like a bunny in her burrow.

Transform the fear into love. Of course it is easier said than done! Of course. Is that a reason not to do it?

I just returned from a great week with my older sister and two mutual friends at a beautiful beach in North Carolina. We talk of all things “awakening.” We share the astounding knowledge that the country is co-opted, infiltrated by infidels who are consistently trying to kill, and maim us. We listen to the mighty mix of wind and waves.

We wonder how long it will take before the pendulum makes the huge swing (right?) taking with it those who have been harmed by vaccines, and duped by the scheme to take us down. The waves roll in and the waves roll out.

How scary it all is! What a fall is in store! How we need everyone’s best efforts to transform fear into love! It won’t be done with weapons, although I do believe they stand at the ready.

Those who “hold the light” for ascension to a 5th dimension existence do so knowing that many call them foolhardy and naive. Even though theirs (ours?) is the hardest mission of all to accomplish. It’s called following the '“woo.”

Holding this torch could be a humans’ hardest job.

Lady Liberty’s arm just pooped out. It could now be up to us.

To remind us of our power in this regard, my sister came up with this idea, “United we Sing.” Humans love beauty, nature, art and music. What a response to this fear mongering, to just stand the hell up and sing our hearts out. Sing in congress, sing in the streets, sing in the media outlets, sing in the corporation headquarters and in the banks, and in the universities.

Sing out loud sing out strong.

Here’s when, May 10th 2023. Sing any song you want. From Sesame Street, that gave us quite a bit to live a decent life—“Don’t worry that it’s not good enough, for anyone else to hear. Just sing, sing a song.”

And, please include Happy Birthday to Elle:) lol

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*Aether Pirates of the Matterium! by Clif High