The Soul Contract of a Super Hero

All of us have “soul contracts” with specific people who are designed to cross our paths, but when the contract is a major one (needing extra assurance that we can’t miss or avoid it) we often agree to “marry” the individual or be born into their midst as a sibling, or in my case - choose them as a parent.

My father was larger than life with an outgoing, gregarious personality that impressed people while he “worked the crowd”. In a positive light, he was people-oriented, generous and self-assured. I, like my other 9 siblings, had him on a pedestal, dazzled by the mask of his “superhero” image. As we grew older, the mask and cape fell away revealing his imperfections and core wounds. It was hard for him to really be present with any of us because he was always juggling work demands with his own personal desires, (that didn’t include family) and sometimes, illegal agendas. He was a functioning alcoholic who had the best excuses to explain any breech of promises he made, but in the end, his lies caught up with him and his world crumbled, ending in a divorce with my mother. We each experienced our own litany of disappointments, betrayals and let-downs from him and I remember spewing my grievances to a counselor on more than one occasion.                                                                                                                   

Having a professional label him as “narcissistic” or “psychopathic” helped my mind accept what I could not change, but the longing for approval and love was still there, stuffed deep down in the empty hole of my heart. Because of NOT having his attention and validation, there was always a feeling that I was not good enough with a subconscious drive to prove myself worthy… to prove I didn’t need him and that I could make it without him. But all of that changed with the diagnosis of his death.                                

He told us he had lymphoma, but kept his armor up for the year- long assault of treatments, gearing up for his own, isolated battle, determined as any trained “warrior” - to beat it. Somewhere in this time frame, I heard Neal Donald Walsh speak. (Author of “Conversations with God”) Near the end of his lecture he shared a “fable” about what it must have been like when God decided to send aspects of Himself (tiny flames of light) down to explore the beautiful, blue ball called “Earth”. Paraphrasing to get to the gist of the story, he tells us that when God asked for volunteers for special missions, all of the tiny flames began jumping up and down excitedly exclaiming,                                     

“OOH, OHH, Pick me! Pick me! I want to go! I can do it. I can be your representative!”  And God cautioned them saying,                                                                                                                                      

 “I am looking for very special lights to play very difficult roles. This is not for the faint of heart. Can you be a light that goes down, forgetting you have any light to share? Can you be a light that will betray and cause others great sorrow and anguish- all as a way to challenge them, to help them refine and find their own light? Can you play your part, getting lost in your role, and still find your way back Home? Only the strongest among you can do this.”                                                

In that moment, I saw my Dad with new eyes. It did not excuse any of his failings. It just gave me compassion for the role he played, for the contracts he made with so many. I was able to admit and acknowledge that because of what I did NOT get from him, I had to develop my own internal muscles, building my self-confidence and self-acceptance.  I had to learn how to believe in myself and trust my intuitive knowing instead of relying on his or anyone else’s approval. For the first time, I saw what a gift he had given me, by playing his self-absorbed part. The anger and blame fell away.       

In the last days before his death, I had my own time to be with him alone. He was on his side in the bed and I assumed he was unconscious.  Here it was- my chance to get off my chest any last things that I needed to express – and there was nothing to say.  Searching my heart, I was surprised to find, there was no hole, no emptiness that I needed him to fill up.  I sat on the bed behind him, massaging his back to release the pockets of pain he carried while I sang a song I wrote, (the song I would come to sing at his funeral.)           

              “Look into the Brightness”

“Let me walk towards the light, trusting the way. 

Let me see the dark of night as the balance of the day.                                                                    

Look into the brightness, give me strength to release   

the fears that enfold me, dissolve them in peace. 

Let me walk towards the Love, trusting its pull.          

Let me drink from its cup. It will teach me to be full.                                                                         

Look into the brightness. Give me wisdom to know   

the hands to hold onto and when to let go.   

Let me walk towards true life, trusting my soul 

to expand who I am, to believe I am whole. 

Look into the brightness, where you’re never alone.   

Become one with your spirit. Find that light is your Home.”

Finishing the song, I lay down behind him and with my hand on his shoulder, I whisper,“ I love you Dad.” to which he quietly replies, “I love you too.” (I am hearing these words spoken aloud for the first time in my life.) I tell him, “You know Dad, you are doing the hardest thing. You are showing us how to die. None of us know how to do that.” He simply responds with all ego and bravado gone, “It’s not so hard.”

I was at his head when he died, able to anchor him in the next world, giving him permission and encouragement to go- fulfilling my part of the soul contract I unknowingly had with him- to be his spiritual midwife.

From my present day perspective, I realize Dad had a soul contract with each of us. He did the best he could (given his own limited programming). The difficult part he played gave us the opportunity to grow and stretch, making our own mistakes, becoming responsible for the choices that we would come to live with. Because of his example, I realize that I see beyond the black and white world where judgments of others hold everyone as hostages.                                                               

We are all imbued with imperfections that are perfectly matched to serve as catalysts for change, assisting the greater evolution of our souls. I cherish the gift of my Dad’s influence, learning more from his failings than from his accomplishments, because ultimately, he helped me to open my heart, to forgive, and to accept that being human is the real “power” behind any super hero.

Tea Time

When you entered your 3D body it was as if the buddhaic, 5D part was condensed and stored away in its own contained compartment – holding everything you needed for the final leg of your “Earth trip”. It was locked safely below your awareness until the time came to “land” and you started to “claim your baggage”.

2012 was a scheduled landing on the Earth runway with many souls ready to re-fuel. Landing allows you to unpack - discarding what you have outgrown, what is wearing you out, or weighing you down. You’re designed to be flying lighter through these heavier times – stripped down to the bare essentials – the bare Essence Self. It has been tucked away so securely, so discreetly - that it has been invisible, or hidden to you –waiting for its function to be revealed through activation.

The function does'nt come with an operating manual generated by the mind, yet the brain is getting the message that it is no longer flying solo. The next leg of your journey will not be “business as usual” because the 5D self is on board.

It awakens within you like the perfect blend of premium herbs, flower buds and leaves that have been gathered over eons of time to be harvested, compressed and rolled together into a tea ball- just waiting to unwind as the warm waters of your awareness begin pouring through your being…..

Softening...Releasing.... Unfolding.... Opening… the flavor of your True Essence, infusing your bloodstream and all your energy systems with special properties that YOU pre-selected.

You are the flight attendant serving your Self as the guest of honor.
A confluence of destiny is inviting you to start meeting regularly ...

for your own personal Tea Time.

Let the Day In

Let the day in.

Pour it through the strainer of your senses,
sifting your perceptions until they're fine enough to blend.

SMELL the Light that swells within each enlivened particle,
inhaling the fragrance of air-born vitality.

SEE the sound waves rippling out from the staccato of foraging birds, stirring you into the blender of their encircling, unified-field.

HEAR your temperature rising as the world heats up,
dialing you into the ticking timer of your silent 5D self.

TOUCH the 5D self, kneading (needing) it like yeast into the dough of your being, intended to expand and rise.

YOUR fermentation created the yeast, warmed in the mixing bowl of your High Heart. Changing from 3D to 5D becomes simple alchemy - when heat is added. Ordinary ingredients - become extraordinary...Manna.

Your DNA ovens are preparing you to become the sustenance for the New Earth.

Let the Day in.

Hum of the 5-D

We have heard from countless spiritual sources that “Breath is the key”. My 5-D self expanded on this theme after attending a Yoga class using the mantra “So’ham” (pronounced as So’ Hum). This is said to be the mantra of our true self. It is called the natural mantra because its’ vibration is already a part of our nature -because everyone breathes.

Sooooo… is the sound of inhalation and Hummmm….is the sound of exhalation. So’ham is Sanskrit for “I am that I am.” It is identifying oneself with the Universe or ultimate reality.

My 5-D self expanded on this idea,

“The “I” is not complete without the “AM”. This is the opening and closing “tag” of your Being. As you relax into the rhythm of focused breath, the internal sound (Hummmm) begins to soften you, allowing you to shift into the frequency of the universal “Hum” that is always present. With the influx of higher energy, your bodies can tune into and vibrate with the Hum that is permeating and connecting all dimensions. By listening with your high-heart, you can begin to entrain yourself to the awareness of the 5D pulse. It is right here. It has always been here, but if your senses are not fine-tuned to its existence, you will not feel or resonate with it. The noise of the 3D dramas drowns it out of your perception field.”

The Talmud tells us that “We do not see things as they are: but as we are.” We cannot notice the 5-D world if we have no reference for it. This is the same premise that was used to explain the many versions of the story, sometimes attributed to Magellan, sometimes to Christopher Columbus, and sometimes to Captain Cook when the indigenous people could not see the ships of the explorers anchored off shore. Only the Shaman was able to perceive them by imagining what he was looking for. When the ships appeared before him he was able to point them out to others, until everyone could see them. He could do this because he was open to the possibilities of strange things from other worlds.

“You are operating under the same principle as the Shaman; looking now for the “Light ships”. You form the context for the possibility to occur by first fueling your form with the “Hum” that powers the ships from other worlds, knowing that the same power flows through the fuel- station of your breath.

The MerKaBa (your light body essence) is your personal “scout ship”, with new and improved capabilities to transcend old limitations through intentional alignment with the internal (eternal) Hum.

The Hum is the Great Mother’s lullaby- capable of uniting worlds and dimensions, returning you to the comforting cradle of Love’s Presence where separation from your 5-D self doesn't exist."

FINDING THE HUM

• By knowing that it exists, you become the Shaman, recalibrating your frequency to match it.
  


• Spend a few minutes in a silent scanning mode- as if you were an Allen Telescope using your So’Ham breath to drop into your deepest “inner space”.
  


• Partner with your body by allowing it to UNWIND. This is an intentional, super-slow movement - without a plan. Start in an open-heart stance, feet apart, shoulders back and arms out-stretched with your eyes closed. Begin the So’Ham breath, drawing out each exhale as long as you can while allowing your body to flow instinctually in a fluid, continuous motion, guided only by your tuned-in awareness of what needs to move, stretch, or be released. Sounds may come out naturally on the out-breath that will facilitate the unwinding.


• Give the 5-D self full rein by staying out of your head, grounded to the heart-pulse of the Earth.


• Let the movement come to its own completion. Then sit with the So’Ham breath and “Hum” along.
  
  The more you allow the "Hum" to fill you and move you from the inside out, the more you will perceive the matching vibrations in and out of this world."
  
  So'Hummmmmm
  

Musings from the 5D-self

The top priority of my New Year’s intention list was to begin living from my 5D-self.
I often referred to this part of me as my “Higher Self”, but that term has a way of keeping me feeling separate-more like the inadequate “lower” self.

With the influx of energy that poured into the planet through the 11:11:11 portal, there was a flurry of talk about us moving from 3D to 5D- into Unity consciousness. I read the concept like everyone else, but it still elicited an illusory feeling that bobbed like a fishing lure on the choppy waters of my conscious understanding.

I “heard” that the only way I was going to get a better grasp of this concept was to commit to listening and making space for my 5D-self to "in-form" me.


I was inspired by my dear friend, Astara who shared her magical encounter with the majestic orange balls of multidimensional Light that appeared in formation, not once, but twice a couple of months apart in the night sky over Columbus, Ohio. It moved me to hear that her mother played a significant role in the second appearance. Even though she had been skeptical and did not see them the first time, her Mom walked outside on New Year’s eve and said a prayer, sending a message to the "Beings" and flying objects, telling them that she would be so grateful if they could show up for all of her family who was gathered to experience them together. Amazing to have a living example of "ask and you shall receive."

Astara’s recounting of the “Galactic Federation’s” response probably prompted more than just me to look up at the night sky and invite “them” to illuminate my life with their presence.
I followed the bold, night-star pathway from Sirius, through Orion’s belt and out beyond the Pleiades, but no ship lights twinkled in response. Instead I found myself staring at the underbelly of a passing cloud that resembled the ominous wing span of a stealth bomber and noted that the oblong orb, face of the waxing moon was encircled by two rainbow rings.

Then this morning, I decided to open my Akashic records and dialogue with my 5-D self and post whatever comes as a way to explore what this means for all of us as we enter the gateway of 2012.

This was what came through as I sat in the center of the Prairie Labyrinth.

“You stare at the sky and invite the 5D part of you “in”, but your challenge is to let this part of yourself “out”. Can you let yourself expand? Can you push your edges? Can you engage your body awareness as the partner it is meant to be? Can you tune in, lean in to what it needs, desires and inspires in you? Can you give up your “small self” attachment, holding onto the constriction because it gives you an excuse to stay safe, numb, and invisible?


To BE in your 5D self means to shed the corseted layers that hold you back, that hold you frozen in an ice-disc of illusion, unworthiness, inadequacy, and self-doubt.

Living from your 5D self is breathing out. It's thawing out, learning how to relax as you exhale, dropping into a new level of expansion and alignment that will make you more present and ready for the in-breath that is breathing you. Living from a fearless stance will change the events that unfold to mirror your own unfolding. You have to be big enough to be generous. Generous enough to make your 5D self available as you learn how to embody the Grace that guides this shift."

11-11-11 Portal of LoveLight~A Day of Activation
10:30 a.m. -3:30 p.m.
The Prairie Labyrinth
Sibley, MO


Priestess Kim Oursler Macy and Toby Evans, Keeper of the Circles, invite you to Portal of LoveLight~A Day of Activation. Gather with us at Toby's Labyrinth, located on a geographical power center in the heart of the United States. This sacred land features an international medicine wheel, a sacred geometry garden, and a Classical Seven-Circuit Labyrinth mowed into 5 acres of native prairie grass. Walking the labyrinth is a living prayer that clears the energy centers (chakras) and amplifies our personal vibration to the lightest possible frequency.

11-11-11 is said to be the "most potent singular day of the entire year. Masses of humanity will form the human grid and tie into the cosmic energy that is amassing in the final stages of activating the crystal grid." (James Tyberonn) Coming through the 11-11-11 passageway of multidimensional pillars is pure, unconditional love- the Light Code of the 5th Dimension and beyond.


Those of us who gather together on this day will form a receiving line to anchor and distribute the cosmic transmissions of this galactic attunement. Through sacred ceremony, sacred sound, and sacred geometry, we will align with the 11-11-11 portal of LoveLight, connect with thousands of other Earth Wisdom Keepers, Light Workers, medicine men and women to embody the completion of the full cycle of Unity consciousness being birthed across the globe.

Cost: $75 before October 31, 2011
$85 October 31 to day of the event

To reserve your space, please register by October 31, 2011. Contact Priestess Kim Macy at
816-510-4391 or email her at PriestessKim@yahoo.com for registration details. For more information about the labyrinth, please visit http://www.prairielabyrinth.com/th.com.
Please forward this email to those who may be interested. Thank you for your presence on this Earth at the time of the Great Shift!

God/Dog

Dogs were not part of my world while living in the city. The idea of keeping an animal tied in the backyard all day while at work seemed cruel and pointless, so we had cats for pets. I smiled at the cute saying that “Dog is God spelled backwards,” but I had no personal experience with that kind of love, until we moved to the country in 1987.
Back roads are a dumping ground for unwanted pets and it seemed that the Universe hand-selected the perfect four-legged drop-offs that would best serve as our teachers and guided them to our door.

We made a home for ten dogs over the years , which means ten dogs took up residency in our hearts. The first one came months after moving in from one of Bruce’s co-workers who could no longer keep the dog in her apartment. Donut’s job was to break us in - exposing us to Dog’s highest kind of unconditional love. He dashed in, opened us up, and dashed out a few months later, run over by a tractor. This was our first experience of sudden death, feeling helpless with our hearts ripped out, realizing that the country could be a hard teacher and a cruel place to live.

Months later, the first stray showed up, answering my silent plea for protection after our house had been broken into. Kia, was clearly an Alpha dog, regal in his carriage and demeanor, winning me over with his fierce loyalty and ancient wisdom. He was followed a short time later by a puppy version of his Irish setter/Collie mix, who we called Sparky. The growing dog pack expanded a few years later to include two more strays coming a year apart. Neesa, a kind, black Lab that grew into her deep, loud bark, mothered all of us and then came Lexus, a magical, sprite child who was some kind of a cattle dog called a Catahoula with herding instincts who could see things no one else could. She jumped in the prairie grass like a kangaroo. Kia took Lexus under his tutelage, as if passing down his knowledge and grooming her before he fell ill and died. In coping with his death, I was being trained to see life from a new perspective, and being prepared for the continuous cycle of opening up and letting go. I didn't know then that the hole that seems to be created in letting go makes room for more love to enter.

Neesa was eight years old when she was diagnosed with liver cancer and a week later insisted on dragging herself outside to lie on the earth to die. As hard as it was to sit by her in a death vigil, we were somewhat prepared, compared to the shocking and unexpected loss of Lexus who broke her neck in an accident with a farming auger.
On the heels of one dog’s death, it seemed like another would arrive- inviting us to open more to Love, instead of the pain. The part of us that would want to say "NO- Go away," trying to protect ourselves from any future hurt and loss, would dissolve in the furry face of the new arrival’s unique personality.

My son, Adam was responsible for bringing the dogs to us that were not strays. Butch, was the runt of his liter and blind in one eye, but Adam who always wanted a Pit Bull took him in to the bachelor pad he was living in. When the neighbor’s complaints of Butch’s incessant barking required action, Adam brought him to us. We were to be a short term holding ground, but that wasn’t the case. Instead, Adam moved back home temporarily, bringing a new Boxer puppy named Daisy with him. His intention was to take her and Butch when he moved into his own place. At 8 weeks old, she instantly established herself as the alpha dog over Butch and Sparky and quickly became my shadow. By the time Adam was ready to move out, I was bonded to Daisy and Daisy was bonded to Butch. Adam went back to the Boxer breeders and took a brother and sister, Chief and Lady, from the next litter for his own.

Sparky, with his easy-going and passive personality, welcomed the new arrivals and remained with us for 20 years before his time came to leave-under the tires of a truck. Like the others before him, he was buried under the huge Cedar tree in the back yard- which had become our pet cemetery.

Last New Year’s eve, Butch joined Sparky when he died of cancer at age 10. We mourned feeling the loss of another member of our family, and so did Daisy who lost her only remaining dog companion. She was reserved for many months and quietly made room for Chief and Lady to move in when Adam was in another transition.

Then in mid May, during a rainy stretch, Bruce looked out the front door to see a stray walking down the road. Seeing his exposed ribs, it was obvious that he was starving. He poured some food for him –even though we know what feeding a dog means. Glad to be eating more than weeds along the roadside, he stayed glued to the porch and garage for the next rainy week. Anyone who saw him would comment on what a beautiful dog he was. The Vet told us he was about a year old Pit-Bull/Boxer mix. I was convinced that he had a little bit of each of our other dogs in him - along with some horse - because of his proud carriage and prancing gait. Because of this and the marking across his white back that looked like a cowhide, I called him Cowboy.

Bruce thought he should have been named “Outlaw” because of his over-zealous, mischievous spirit and his gigantic head and mouth. He had to mouth and chew on everything. As intimidating as it seemed at first, I grew to accept that this was his way to love. He was a trickster that teased to get you to play with him. He would grab things (especially Bruce’s things- shoes, slippers, gloves, hats, socks) and race through the house scattering every throw rug in different directions. He was a bull in a China cabinet and never tired of the chase game. The chase continued outside when he easily jumped the fence and could not be contained- doing some outlandish things that our other dogs never did- like tearing the drainspouts down and biting through the tin in pursuit of lizzards or some kind of critters that annoyed him.

He was bigger than life and wanted to be included in everything. He quickly took Butch’s place in accompanying Daisy wherever she went. They would race down the path into the labyrinth biting at each other’s necks which was her way to remind him that even though he towered over her head, she was still the alpha dog. He was an incredible exercise program for her, reviving her 8-year-old spirit as they would disappear into the fields chasing and exploring together.

Then days after Thanksgiving, they left on their run and an hour later, only Cowboy returned. I knew something was wrong. Taking Cowboy with me, I found her at the far end of our property lying in the dense grasses. She was shot in the left front paw by a shot gun and was close to going into shock. We were not expecting the Vet to tell us her leg needed to be amputated, but realized quickly that her survival depended on taking this action.

When she returned home, she was greeted by Chief and Lady and Cowboy who all stood in front of her shaking as they took in and discharged the trauma, reading the energy through the strange smells of everything she went through. It took about a week for Cowboy to return to wanting to rough house with her. It was clear that he didn’t see her as disabled or handicapped. And his attitude seemed to transfer to her and us. It helped her reclaim who she was- the alpha dog, still in charge. Because of his challenging nature, she adapted quicker, growing stronger every day, able to do all the same things she used to do, including running up the stairs, jumping in the truck and up onto our bed, greeting clients and staying at their feet through out their sessions, and digging holes for moles with only one front paw while managing to keep Cowboy at bay from her claimed "territory".

The more accepted Cowboy felt in being part of our home, the more endearing and possessive he became. He would crawl up on my lap at night, trying to make his big body small enough to sit by Daisy and me on the love seat. But he was also getting more aggressive with the Fed X, UPS and mail cars that came, following Daisy’s lead to bite at the tires and chase them as they pulled out. This was a trait passed down from the head of the "dog pack"- starting with Kia to Sparky and Butch who flattened the mail car’s tires so many times they made us move our mail box farther from the house.

Cowboy began to take up his post lying, crouched like a jaguar by the mail box waiting for worthy opponents (loud vehicles) to go by to race. His grey hound speed was a wonder to behold, but each time we held our breath, knowing country roads are not safe for chasing dogs. We attempted to keep him inside when we knew the mail was coming.

On an unusually warm January day, two friends who appreciated and loved Cowboy’s exuberance, came to walk the labyrinth. Cowboy accompanied them to the center and then bolted to the yard hearing the approaching mail truck - who was an hour earlier than normal time. No one could stop him from meeting his destiny.

In attempting to bite the tires, he was pulled under and ran over. Daisy was in close pursuit, but came back, whining to get me to come. Cowboy waited for me to get to his side and hold him before taking his last breath - crossing the "Rainbow bridge" finish line to freedom - joining the spirit dog-pack of those exhalted companions who went before him.

He was barely with us for 9-months, yet his impact was immeasurable. He was a puppy in a huge body that couldn’t contain his enthusiasm for life or his fearless nature.

Bruce and Adam and I were left mourning in another burial ceremony underneath the Cedar tree. Daisy laid on the pile of fresh dirt not wanting to move. Like us, she was resisting the finality of what just happened.

Over 24 years, 10 dogs have had us as their assignment. Seven have completed their missions. They remained for different lengths of time, yet each one had a unique and enormous impact on us - shaping who we are because of loving them. Each one expanded our heart space to make room for another level of learning ....how to stay open- while letting go.

I now know first hand - from the best teachers - that Dog is the perfect reflection of God.

Namaste'

Toby

The following was offered by Anita Slusher who was one of the friends in the labyrinth holding sacred space when Cowboy was killed.

My name is Cowboy…my Spirit name is One Who Opens Hearts. And I lived. I lived my joy.

I lived earth bound for only a short while, but I lived it fully. I came to teach, to teach about living fully. I came when I was needed and left when I was done. Those who encountered me, walked away with their gifts, even when the gift was not recognized. I chose to go when I did, because the right people were present. I needed them there and they needed to Know, each receiving their lessons and gifts, some of them the same and some different.

Come on, let’s play. Let’s taste the world. I love you by the way. I can taste your essence and it’s beautiful. You don’t know it yet but you are perfect and I love you for being here and living. Come on, let’s play. Let’s go into the prairie, there is so much to see and explore. Life is happening everywhere and I want to experience all of it…with you. You are beautiful and I love you for being born.

Come on, let’s play. Let’s run just to feel the air on our faces and feel the earth under our feet. Come on, let’s play. Dive into life with me, I want to experience it all. What does this taste like? Let me borrow your shoe and we’ll play hide and seek. And I love you for being you.

Come on, let’s play. Wrestle with me, I want to feel my muscles moving. I want to experience. Come on, let’s play. Release the fear. Feel the truth of yourself. Trust.

Come on, let’s play. Please allow my exuberance to infect you there is so much to see and experience. I want to show you the wonders of Creation.

I want you to taste, touch, hear, see and feel with me.
I love you.

Come on, let’s play.

World Wide Labyrinth Day

You are invited to participate in an Upcoming Global Event with the intention of spreading the healing benefits of the Labyrinth. We hope you'll join us for this second annual celebration of World Labyrinth Day(TM) on May 1st, 2010.
Last year, a variety of events were held at over 100 locations worldwide, including the Ellipse in Washington, D.C., churches, and even a women's maximum security prison. Countries joining the celebration included: the United States, Canada, England, New Zealand, China, South Africa, and Australia.
World Labyrinth Day(TM) is a wonderful opportunity for global community building and celebration, as we join with others around the world, walking the path of the labyrinth.

Think Globally, Act Locally - 'Walk as One at 1:00.

Once again there is an invitation to ‘Walk As One at 1’ in an attempt to create a wave of peaceful energy moving around the planet. To participate, people are invited to walk a labyrinth at 1:00 P.M. in their local time zone.

Dear KC Community,

I am opening the Prairie Labyrinth on Saturday, May 1, 2010 from noon until 5:00 PM for anyone who would like to participate in this larger global event.
The Labyrinth is a walking meditation inviting you to relax, de-stress and reconnect with your own internal rhythm. It will be an opportunity to be in Nature in a self-reflective process as you join with the energy of those around the world focused on inner peace and oneness with the Earth and each other.

This is a good way to honor and align with the changes that are occurring in and around us, making ourselves available to ground the incoming light of Spring and the growth that it brings. Set your own personal intentions or walk as an empty vessel to receive what you most need.

Because this day falls on "May Day", feel free to bring a colored ribbon to tie onto the center pole in the labyrinth which will serve as our symbolic "May Pole". It will be a colorful representation of our individuated strands being woven together as we add to the matrix of the new energy web that is forming on the planet.

If you have never walked a labyrinth before, this is a good time to experience its balancing and calming properties. The seven-circuit pathway is 166 ft. in diameter and can be walked in 20 minutes or enjoyed for as long as you desire between noon and 5:00. The "Chakra Labyrinth Cards" will be available to use if desired.

For your comfort if sunny, you may want to bring water, sunglasses or hat. Wear comfortable shoes or go barefoot on the mowed grass path. The studio space will be open providing access to a bathroom.

This is a free event with donations appreciated.

Feel free to pass on to friends.

Hope to see you then.

Circle blessings,

Toby Evans


Directions to the Prairie Labyrinth


Coming from the Metro area:

Take I 70 East to Grain Valley/Buckner Exit (Exit 24)Turn left or North onto BB Highway.

Stay on BB for 6.5 miles

Turn Right on Neil Chiles Rd. (There is an intersection sign just before this road)
Come down Neil Chiles until Holly Rd. Turn Left (It only goes left).

First house on the left. 2-story old white farm house.
Red Building is the studio space.
1316 N Holly Rd


Coming from the North:

Take 291 S to 24 Highway East.

Stay on 24 East going into small town of Buckner.

From the stop light in Buckner continue on 24 East about 2 miles.

Take the 2nd Road on the Right - Holly Road.

Come to the top of the hill - 1 mile

First house on the Right - 1316 N. Holly Rd.

Red building is studio space.

Receptor Codes

After attending the Labyrinth Gathering in Portand, four friends decided to extend the adventure by renting an RV and going down the coast of Oregon. One of the highlights for me was in Cape Meares, Oregon where we were introduced to Oregon’s largest Sitka Spruce tree. It is 144 ft. tall with a circumference of 48 ft. and an average crown spread of 93 ft. It is 750- 800 years old.

Coming down the short trail into this Grandfather tree’s presence was awe inspiring. Carol House read to us (Connie Fenty, Diane Terry-Kehner, and me) the night before from a book called “The Ringing Cedars of Russia” by Vladimir Megre’ who is the author of the "Anastasia" series. Anastasia has a deep connection to Nature, Spirit, and to the underpinnings of the Universal forces. The portion Carol read had to do with the spirit of the Cherry Tree. I am sure just hearing her words was preparation to be in the presence of this “ancient one”.



Coming to the base of the tree, we were awe struck with the visual impression of two large burls or growths that resembled testicles with a protrusion hanging beneath and between them.
There was no doubt that this was a male presence.

We each found a niche around the tree to settle into and I leaned back to open myself to whatever the tree wanted to share. This is what came.

I first inquired, “Is it true that you receive information from the stars and pull it down through your branches into your roots to distribute it to the earth?”

The answer was immediate. “That is my function.”

I pressed further, “ Do you have a message for me?”

“Yes. The blank book that you just bought at the light house- which you thought would be a gift for someone else- is for you to record the messages in. This will be housing information on the “Receptor Codes” They will unfold over time. All you have to do now is make space inside to receive them. Press your body into my base. In two places sit with your back against me. In two places press the front of your body including your forehead against my trunk. Circle the entire base and pick four places.

The information will be transferred to your cells and unfold over time as a “thought ball” that unwinds."

I did as instructed finding myself drawn back to the burls as the tree continued to explain.

"Just as man’s seed is stored in their testicles, information has been coded and is stored in these growth protrusions intended to impregnate receptive souls with this knowledge. Take a drop of my resin as my elixir of truth. A blessed union is required for the transfer to occur. This happens when you embody the counterbalance to my holding station.

You hold the "eggs" of your womb within your receptive nature– Inside these are the Receptor Codes. I am not talking about ovulation. In your DNA you have the capacity to receive, to hold, to nourish and are willing to grow the seeds within your being and deliver them into the world. The Earth as you know it is not the same as it was when I came to be anchored here and my watch tower was set into place. It took the passage of time to elongate the spiraling frequencies which allows the higher vibrations to enter your atmosphere and settle into your consciousness. You have the Receptor Codes, as many men and women do, but it is now time to activate them. One person activates another. It is how it is always done. It is registered internally as a quickening – an inner knowing. Recognizing your own confirmation through your own subtle-body signals assures you and guides you – connecting you to where you have been and where you are going.”

I received the drop of tree resin that was offered from the “downspout” hanging between the gargantuan testicles. I took it back to our home on wheels (our rented RV) and unpackaged the book smearing the resin into the recessed center circle of the book cover- which just so happened to resembles rings of a tree. Grandfather Sitka’s essence imbues this book. I am open to the thought-ball that will continue to unfold.

October 17, 2009 (written on the flight home)

“So now you know the “Receptor Codes” are documented as olfactory information. It is not an accident that the scent of pine was the gift extended to you. You were prepared for this transfer when you touched the other pine sap days before and continued to smell it. Every time you bring your nose to this cover you reactivate the connection. Release the idea of needing to write a book about this information. You are being asked to live it and share it.

It will come unsummoned as well as invited. It is the Receptor Codes that you possess that have been turned on, turned up, tuned in to my frequency that will be used as the receiving station for information transfer. This comes through your human filter and because of that you are placing human attributes onto my tree system, but I am only one single strand of hair- growing on the God-head. My program comes from the stars and it is a sliver of that program that you are opening to. It will deepen and refine your own program because scent, as one of the oldest systems, carries information that will up-level you. It is not information that your mind needs to process. It is cellular reconstruction and refinement that is being targeted.”


Since coming home I started to read information from a book called The Gene Keys by Richard Rudd. Somehow it seems related to the Receptor Code information. http://www.genekeys.net/

He says: “Your DNA is simply waiting for you to input the right code. Once it has received your instructions, it will run the new program and build you a new body, a new life and a new reality…
A transmission can only be received through silence and deep meditative absorption. Every shadow contains a gift. When you accept and embrace your shadow, they suddenly reveal their true nature and a new inventive impulse is released through you. Inside your DNA , a subtle but potent mutation takes place. As your shadow reveals your hidden Gifts, the whole tempo of your life changes. Once you know the Shadows inside yourself, evolution will begin to use you to raise the frequency of others which will draw you into some form of service.”

And added to this was a quote from Patricia Cory from the Sirius Council:

"Wherever humankind faced persecution for free thought, it was most often necessary to bury the profound revelations in codes. The storehouses or libraries that held the information are often right in front of us, contained in universal properties of God/Life/Creation/Awareness."

Namaste

The Transforming Power of Fire

Fire is humanity's oldest ceremony.
The Inca believe we are given seeds of knowledge to plant and these seeds are not germinated in water but awaken in our soul through fire.

Since establishing the prairie grasses in 1988, we have followed the Missouri Conservation Department's guide-lines to burn every 2-3 years. Fire clears out the accumulated old growth while jump-starting the new seeds.

The anticipation for this year’s burn began last November when several women at the Labyrinth Society’s annual Gathering asked to come to the Prairie Labyrinth for a weekend to focus and share our perspectives on death and rebirth. This may sound like a strange request, but not to Labyrinth members.

Walking a labyrinth is sometimes referred to as a "3- fold path" because it aligns with the Death/Birth/Rebirth cycles. Those who were interested in coming had been touched by personal loss or the “death” of some aspect of their lives. Creating a workshop that would culminate in burning the prairie seemed like a perfect fit. After all, a burn is the ultimate expression of death and re-birth.


….And then there’s that saying, "If you want to make God laugh, just tell Him your plan."

The weekend we intended to burn fell smack in the middle of continuous rains. I began to rethink the Inca belief wondering if "the seeds of knowledge we were given to plant" would have to settle for activation in water.
The theme of Birth/Death/Re-birth aligns nicely with the Mother/Crone/Maiden archetypes- giving us the template of the Triple Goddess for the work we did together. The rain paused long enough for us to enlist the Mother’s assistance to prepare the labyrinth for the fire, raking the heavy grasses away from the wooden posts and benches. That afternoon we outlined ourselves on butcher paper and painted the themes of "our stories" inside of us. We cut out our paper-selves and carried them into the labyrinth to reenact the Sumerian myth of Innana's descent into the "underworld”.

The Prairie Labyrinth has been set up to align with the chakras going from the Root chakra (Red) up to the Crown Chakra (Violet). For our workshop, the order was reversed to reinforce the idea that we were journeying downward to meet the Crone at our center. The Crone is the wisdom aspect of ourselves that can assist us in cutting away the “meat” of our stories that keeps us stuck or in denial. In the darkness we tore our paper-selves up in an act of dismembering what no longer vibrates with us, placing the pieces in a small brown bag and tucking the bags into the tall prairie grasses awaiting the burn to be transmuted.

But Fire was not the element that greeted us the next day. Morning brought a deluge of rain that cancelled the prospect of burning for the entire weekend. As disappointed as we were, it didn’t take long to appreciate the rightness of remaining in the energy of the "underworld" and maintaining a contained environment that allowed us to go deeper and then focus on the work that the Maiden aspect of Re-birth" required.

The women returned home, knowing that the shells of their “old selves” were still incubating in the wet grasses (which mostly involved becoming water-logged clumps of pressed together paper) while they went through their own internal process of alchemy.

Sometimes death and transformation takes longer than we think. It is a process that we can’t speed up because we have our own agenda or it's frustrating, maddeing or uncomfortable. Death comes in many forms besides dealing with the loss of a loved one. You may be experiencing the death of a relationship, a job or career, a physical challenge, a financial crisis, or find yourself in an unexpected situation that you were not prepared for. When the old is gone and the new has not quite emerged, you may be numb, angry, depressed and feel like a victim living in a limbo state. Death has its own timing that we don't control. Each step provides us with choices to make adjustments, to resist, to grieve, to rage, to give up, to integrate, to accept, to reexamine our desires, to hang on - or to let go.

Core changes registers first in our hearts and in our guts. The last to get it is our heads. Acceptance of new awareness’s or realizations percolates upwards, forging new pathways in our minds.

In order for us to move from the passage of Death to Re-birth, we must first come to acknowledge the gifts that are revealed through the loss or the challenge.

When the meat of our stories are burned away in the Crone's cauldron, only the bones of our foundation remain. Beneath the bones, lie the gems.

It wasn't until 2 weeks later, on the weekend of Beltane (and our son, Adam's birthday) that Mother Nature pushed a pause button on the water-works and all the conditions lined up for the burn to happen.

The transforming power of fire that swept the land was one of the gentlest burns we have experienced. There is no doubt that it was one of the most intentional and well prepared for burns, but the sweetness came from accepting the possibility that it might not happen at all. Surrendering to those things we can not change is always a challenge until we really get it- that everything is in Divine order – that there is a bigger plan – and as a friend of mine likes to say, “It all works". It gets easier when we have an unshakable faith that this is true.

Many thanks to the courageous women, my dear friends, who came to do the preparation work on the land. By diving into your inner landscapes and making the inner and outer changes that were needed, you helped lay a foundation of safety and grace for the actual burn to occur.

And much gratitude to the Heartland community who were called to be a part of this year's diverse burn crew, setting your own death and rebirth intentions. I appreciate every one of you and the multifaceted layers that were revealed in your process of igniting, tending and being in awe of the fire.

May we nurture the seeds of our newly emerging selves as the greening process takes hold, steadily accelerating what has begun to grow.

Namaste,
Toby