‘1 EAGLE’ – DAY ONE – 52 YEAR ‘GRAND WAYEB’

According to the Mayan Elders of Guatemala we are transiting a narrow window called ‘The End of Time’ (through the end of June 2013) – also known as ‘the Shift of the Ages’ – which just happens to coincide with the beginning of a brand new 52 year ‘Grand Wayeb’ cycle of time, starting today, March 6, 2013.

It is spectacularly obvious that things have shifted since December 21, 2012.

The impact of cosmic & higher-dimensional energies is being clearly experienced in our physical bodies, in our inner process, as well as reflected in the outer world. As the co-creators of our individual and collective reality, we have the God-given ability – & responsibility – to choose how we wish to experience any given moment.  It is an awesome choice.  I know from my own experience how easy it is to screw up – as well as how much Grace is available to help shift me into a higher perspective when I fall off the wagon (so to speak). I draw also on the experience of all my Ancestors, from all my lives, who, God Bless them, have seen it all before.  As it says in the Bible, “there is nothing new under the sun.”

If we could magically see the epic story of the past, as well as all the roles we have chosen to play within the ‘Drama of Time’ it would be much easier to understand and accept that we really have done it all before, if not on this planet, another, if not on this timeline, in another, if not in this body, in another… and the beat goes on.  For we are the Ancestors, returned. The Dance of Creation and Destruction, the inbreath and the outbreath, until we surrender and through Grace are given a free pass off of the ever-spinning Wheel of Time, leaving the Drama of Karma behind.  Judgement is part of Karma.  Remember what Yeshua said, “as ye judge shall ye be judged.”

Divine Love is able to sit with the Darkness, sit with the Shadow, until it is ready to accept Love’s embrace, and come back Home.  Such is the Bodhisattva Vow of Compassion. We are the Rainbow Tribe.  We are the Divine Love Warriors embodying Holy Love in Divine Fullness.  We Love.   We are love, the conduit of love in the physical world. LOVE is all we are.  In truth, DIVINE LOVE is all there is.  The lights of home beckon now, a celebration of homecoming awaits us all, each and every one. We are the Rainbow Tribe.  We are the Divine Love Warriors embodying Holy Love in Divine Fullness.  May Divine Holy Love be the Foundation Stone we anchor now.   Namaste.

MUCH, MUCH LOVE, Andrea   (andromeda)

Andrea Hansen    www.thefireflower.com

HAPPY MAYAN NEW YEAR – IK’s SACRED WIND BLOWS IN!!!

All over Mayaland Sacred Fires are lit, copal is being offered and prayers of deep intention are being prayed…  Today, major ceremonies are being conducted at the extraordinarily beautiful ruins of Yax Chilan (near Palenque)…  http://www.locogringo.com/chiapas/yaxchilan.html

For the Maya, TODAY’s energy of ‘IK’ sets the TONE of CREATION for the upcoming REST of THE YEAR…    For today is a Mayan Calendar ‘New Year’s Eve’ Day of IK – the Nawal of Divine Breath/Wind  –  which over the next 13 days  creates a window of powerful intention to shape our collective future  –  to yet another ‘New Year’ / ‘Shift of the Ages’ kind of ‘Day’  –  March 6, 2013.  GREAT GOOD NEWS:  The energy of the Sacred Wind of IK blows non higher self aligned leadership out of office, & ushers in a new leadership of divine wisdom and divine teachers/teachings!!!!!  I am not an expert on the intricacies of Mayan Calendar Keeping, but I do seem to be guided to show up at the right time and right place (most of the time!)  Even though I was not aware that ‘IK’ ceremonies were being conducted over the previous five days, I have been attuned, doing a great deal of inner work, personal clearing and physical letting go of emotional and physical clutter which no longer serve my journey.  It has felt like a moment of deep pause, reflection and realignment.  My Soul Sister Debbie Ford has also been very much on my heart & mind, her presence palpable.  Debbie Ford transitioned from this life during the very sacred five day window leading to the Holy Breath of IK… Divine Timing in Action, as Debbie Ford’s work was & is all about releasing the false masks and stories of the ego & the past;  thereby claiming the gifts of the Shadow;  to powerfully re-set unconscious programs to conscious intent that re-shapes the future!!!   The burial of Debbie Ford’s physical body was yesterday.  Debbie’s ever-so-brilliant Light Soul Being Lives On.   www.rememberingDebbieFord.com

Then, amazingly, last night on MayanMajix.com  I ‘stumbled upon’ a link to a live call next morning to usher in the energies of IK…  Woke up today from DEEP Dreaming ‘just in time’ for the call…  I offered my prayer/intention in the group sharing:

With Holy Grace, May the Divine Wind of IK blow everywhere it is needed.  With Healing, Compassion, & Ease, we transition through the Shift of The Ages.

The Mayan Cross / Common Passion Communities will be doing more calls for anyone else who wishes to participate http://www.mayancross.com/events  I have lit my candle ie. ‘Sacred Hearth’ & the consecrated copal gifted to me by a Guatemalan Mayan Elder is to be offered along with my continuing prayers over the next 13 days.   I am very relieved to have a few more days to deal with organizing the basement storage room for the umpteenth time, among other things.   So…  LET US STAND TOGETHER IN THE STRENGTH OF LOVE, super-conscious of our thoughts, actions and intentions   –  for today (& every day)  –  WE shape our individual and collective reality.  WE KNOW THIS, IT IS OUR PRACTICE, AS WE GRATEFULLY RECEIVE THE EMPOWERMENT AND TRANSMISSION OF THE SACRED WIND & BREATH of ”IK’

MUCH, MUCH LOVE, Andrea Hansen  (a.k.a. Andromeda Melchizedek)

TORONTO ET DISCLOSURE LIVESTREAM FEB 7/2013

On Thursday Feb 7, 2013, I will be attending the Toronto ET Disclosure Event with Paul Hellyer Former Defense Minister of Canada (Global Livestream Also)

 https://www.facebook.com/ETDisclosureEvent

 Feb 3, 2013 Emergency Open Letter to Bill Ballard and Spiritual Community:

“Hi Bill, You may have read my latest post regarding my Abduction experiences and the fact that I will be attending the ET Disclosure Event in Toronto later this week. I found out about it last night and posted an old blog article that is pertinent. I posted on your page because I need the support of the community. This morning I got a FB ‘slap on the wrist’ re: friending people – which I hardly do – and my page has already been limited in who can ‘Friend’ me. People often can’t even find me on FB. If REAL Disclosure happens the real issue is not that we are ‘not alone’ – but that factions within our own governments have made criminal deals allowing their citizens’ genetics – to be ‘harvested’ ie. stolen – in exchange for E.T. Technology. Wthout their consent, without their knowledge, without their full comprehension, and / or under coercion in the form of mind-control, hypnosis, intimidation and / or threat of greater harm. I need the support of the community. Star Family, Spirit Family Please Friend me.”

https://www.facebook.com/Andromeda144

For the Psychics out there picking up on ‘Dark’ Energy around me, please DO NOT confuse ME with the Cabal, etc.  At GREAT personal cost I have maintained my personal Sovereignty.  My life would have been so much easier had I not resisted;  I also would not have survived past the age of 24

Under great duress I first publicly began to share some of my Abduction Experience 2 years ago…  The Abduction Agenda / Scenario is FAR more complex than I had understood at that time – and I had already been dealing with it all my life.  It is generational, and it does involve the military-industrial-complex.  For me to speak more publicly, I will need the support of our greater spiritual community.  If what I share below scares or disgusts you, that is a healthy response  –  Original ‘Abduction’ Post from Feb 7, 2011:

“I AM A SOVEREIGN BEING  –  ‘DISCLOSURE’ STARTS HERE!!” Disclosure is being held back precisely because it is tied to the Agenda of Global Abduction.  The real secret is NOT that we are not alone in the Universe – but the psychic and reproductive rape and gross physical and psychological violations of human rights of global citizens around the worldDear Ones, Although we have not met, you are part of my spiritual community, and it is for this reason that I reach out to you now.  Last night I set my alarm for 5:40 AM.  When it rang, I stumbled out of bed to the kitchen to switch it off, and proceeded to make orange juice and feed the cats.  I then did a double take, because the clock read 3:40 AM.  I needed to check the correct time, so I went to the study to read the time on the phone.  Yes, indeed, it was  3:40 AM…  but what really bothered me was that even though I was alone in the house (hubbie visiting his mum) my computer was switched back on – yet totally disconnected from any power source other than its own battery – and the lights on my phone indicated internet-use, blinking wildly in the dark.  Although I am often ‘wakened’ between 3 and 4 AM (as I’m sure many of you are as well)  I am never in my office at that hour. Weird things go on with my phone line and internet all the time…   Just last weekend I picked up the phone to call my mother, but before I could dial a strange woman’s voice said “Hello??”  “Who is that???” I asked, more than a little tired.  It is not the first time in the last twenty-five years I’ve found myself having such a conversation…  “It’s Katia,” she answered – with a thick Russian accent I kid you not – before a gaggle of male voices interrupted, slightly panicked, in the background – at which point I hung up.  So, back to last night.  I did not sleep very well.  The night before last, just as I was drifting off around midnight, came the unbiquitous sound of those soft, soft helicopter blades…  Like a bullet I was wide awake, invoking the presence of  Christed Angels.  The sound faded, and did not come back, unless of course I was asleep and could not hear it.  SANSKRIT:  ‘SO-HUM, SO-HUM, SO-HUM’, ‘God I AM, I AM I AM…’   I remind myself in spite of fear. That is still better than going for a pelvic ultrasound and having the female  technician (again Russian, what are the odds)  ask me when I had surgery.    “Yes, half of your right ovary, it is removed. Yes, it is a straight cut.  You had surgery, yes?”  It was the first I’d heard of it. Another joyful occasion  in the ultrasound – after spending yet another recent summer in extreme pain because of a ‘benign’ ‘cyst’ in my uterus that grew from 3 cm to 8cm in one month and then conveniently disappeared – that the ‘specialist’ told me was perfectly normal, nothing to worry about, happens all the time  – on that happy occasion the ultrasound technician called in a doctor to look at the screen, who then said to me “You are a brave woman.”  In an ultrasound they are not allowed to comment on what they see – but I am deeply grateful to these women who did.  I’m rambling, I know, but that is what happens when you keep all this toxic ‘life-experience’ bottled up for 43 years.  What is the point of sharing something so personal and so devastating and risking more punishment, ridicule and disbelief?  Because it is better than being forced to  pretend that nothing happened, that nothing’s going on.  I’ve tried to get some of it out, as fiction, in my novel ‘ASCENSION: The FireFlower.’  When I started the book thirteen years ago, an early mess of a draft I’d printed in black and white  –  two words out of the whole manuscript printed out in red ink:  ‘blood’ and ‘slaughter-house.’ At that time, I could barely use the computer, let alone the printer, or any ‘special’ settings.  When I emailed my final proof to my publisher, I discovered months later while sorting old sent emails that at the same time a copy of the entire proof was simultaneously sent to an ‘undisclosed recipient.’  I have absolutely no idea who.  As of today Monday Feb. 7, 2011,  over a year after actually being published, the purchase link for the e-book version of  ‘ASCENSION: The FireFlower’  is still not up on the bookstore page of the publisher’s webstore, despite many phone calls and emails on my part.  What I have shared with you now really is the tip of the ice-berg. Someone(s) never wanted this book written; and they certainly don’t want you or anyone else to read it.  People I’ve reached out to for help, names you would know, have not responded as you might think; certainly not as I’d hoped.  Fear of reprisal and fear speaking out have held me back; that is no longer an option. And here come the ‘Men In Black’ right on cue:   I too have been harassed by so-called  ‘Men In Black’  –  here in Canada they are partial to pitch-black, clearly expensive aviator sunglasses, polo shirts and black baseball caps.   Last summer while having lunch at a deli, one sat at the table next to me and glowered.  I asked him to pass me the ketchup.  For the life of me I could not figure out why they were floating around until last weekend (same weekend ‘Katia’ introduced herself) I was graced to discover the work of Melinda Leslie.  Melinda Leslie”s article on ‘MILABS / REABS’ is a MUST READ – See Below – she really provided me with some solid answers as to what it is these guys want.  Make no mistake, they are cold-blooded. Remember back to Oct 13, 2010, when someone had that big prophecy about it being the day of official contact/disclosure??  Well, that night, my husband and I went for a walk – because I wanted to have a private conversation away from the house – there in the late evening sky perfectly overcast with heavy, thick cloud, above my house were 1) a circling, hovering ‘helicopter’  , and side-by-side as if ‘parked’ 2)  a giant perfectly circular cookie cutter cut-out revealing clear night beyond, and 3) a giant square-shaped cookie cutter cut-out revealing clear night beyond.  These ‘windows’ in the cloud-cover did not drift away or lose definition is spite of being ‘just clouds’ for at least half an hour.  We just carried on with our walk and our conversation.  Those pesky helicopters.  Someone once told me that they are  not what they appear to be.  Have not decided yet who/what they are.  ‘Friendlies’, intercepting some of my ‘other’ decidedly unfriendly ‘visitors’  –  or same unwelcome ‘guests’  ? Probably a bit of both.  I know that there are surveillance copters that have the capacity to listen to conversations at a distance of at least a mile;  but I have also while doing sacred grid-work in mid-town Toronto had one come out of nowhere, hover directly overhead and then disappear mid-flight in mid-air on its trajectory away from where I stood in front of a church.  Early days, I was a bit freaked out…  Anyway… I have a friend coming over to stay this evening.  Hopefully she’ ll be here soon, and hopefully there will be no new scoop marks, perfect circular red skin marks, triangulated needle marks, or large painful bruises in varying shades of black and blue leaving attractive triangles with little circles on their points on my thigh in the morning.  Now you know why I do not have any children – not having any is the most responsible and loving thing I could do.     Disclosure is being held back precisely because it is tied to the Agenda of Global Abduction.  The real secret is not that we are not alone in the Universe – but the reproductive rape and gross physical and psychological violations of human rights of global citizens around the worldIN EXCHANGE FOR WHAT?   TECHNOLOGY??   WHAT KIND OF TECHNOLOGY, THAT IS THE QUESTION!!!   I don’t want to do this alone anymore.  It is very hard now for me to trust people at face value  –  but I can’t do this alone.”   (END Feb 7, 2011 Post)

AGAIN:   For the Psychics out there picking up on ‘Dark’ Energy around me, please DO NOT confuse ME with the Cabal, etc.  At GREAT personal cost I have maintained my personal Sovereignty.  My life would have been so much easier had I not resisted;  I would also have not survived past the age of 24.  

I really really do need your support.  If you feel so moved, PLEASE Friend Me https://www.facebook.com/Andromeda144  AND / OR   Subscribe to this Blog, Andromeda1111.com  

If the Abduction Agenda has not touched your life or your person directly, be grateful.  But remember, those whose lives have been affected could use your morale support. Especially if they are going public.  And if someone tells you the Abduction Agenda never happened or was not happening as of Feb 2011  –  either they have absolutely no idea what they are talking about –  they are in Denial   –    or they are lying.

http://www.maar.com –   AMAZING ARTICLE by Melinda Leslie about the real reason ‘abductees’ are ‘re-abducted’ by the men in black   ‘MILABS/REABS’

http://www.alienexperiences.com/melindaleslie

http://www.karlaturner.com (Further insight on those helicopters)

http://www.evelorgen.com

MUCH MUCH LOVE,   ANDROMEDA

INNER NINJA

Over 20 years ago in a private channeled session with Lord Maitreya he told me that I am a ‘Divine Love Warrior’ (at this point, many of us are).

Maitreya immediately addressed the issue of my father’s death, of which the ‘channel’ had absolutely no knowledge.  Under very complex circumstances, my biological father had dropped his physical body three months earlier – but – he did not cross over. My father chose to stay at my side, to protect me, for three more months. As my biological parents separated when I was an infant, at the age of 29 it was the most time we’d ever spent together.  What a gift from Spirit – his presence was so tangible. There was no mourning a loss of connection, only a shared mourning over the challenging circumstances which had beset us & impacted our relationship.  However, we both knew he could not stay indefinitely.

Question is, how did the channel ie. Maitreya, know this??  ; )  With great love, Maitreya officiated my father’s Crossing into the Ascended Realms. For Ascend, he did.  Maitreya also spoke to me  of my path, of Drunvalo, of what lay ahead.  Maitreya also requested I return for another session a few days later.

I had no idea what to expect, but in our second session, Maitreya began to speak about the novel I was working on.  He knew all the characters, their names, all the major plot points, some of which were still half-baked at the time.  I was utterly shocked.  I did not speak about my ‘project’ because I did not know how to. Two years in to the project, I was dealing with subject matter which terrified me.  Two years earlier (in the late ‘90s at the age of 27) while summering in my beloved Vancouver, two of the main characters ‘introduced’ themselves to me, out of the blue:  Griffin Arakiel, the Fallen Angel; & the Countess Lelia de Bazalcette, the Serpent Queen.

Maitreya knew all the structural & story points with which I was having great difficulty – because the complete work already existed in the Higher Realms. He told me (among other things) that I had to “write that which I most feared.” It’s why ‘ASCENSION: The FireFlower’ took 10 years to write.  It is a work of literature that resolves duality.  About half way through the writing process, I discovered that ‘Arakiel’ is the name of an actual Fallen Angel.  He did not ‘go away’ until the book was done.  ASCENSION: The FireFlower is the pathway of redemption for the Fallen.

Lord Maitreya also told me that I am to ‘share everything’.

I’m trying.

This amazing music video  – ‘MY INNER NINJA’  –  actually makes me cry   : )

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NGhyL8zg3_I

All the Divine Love Warriors out there will relate.

MUCH, MUCH LOVE, ANDROMEDA

                                                 ‘ASCENSION: The FireFlower

                                 The End of Time…  But Not the End of the World

                                                     www.thefireflower.com

                  Copyright FireFlower Communications  All Rights Reserved

12:21:2012 GALACTIC CORE ASCENSION STARGATE LOVE GIFT FOR YOU

Well my darlings, here we are, and here we go…   On the eve of December 21, 2012  –  the Galactic Core Ascension Stargate – I wish to give you a LOVE Gift of two KEY chapters from ASCENSION: The FireFlower   ((SCROLL DOWN!! for Chapters)). Although there are an infinite number of pathways to Ascension – the Ascension of every Being is Unique – the secret to Ascension is always Love.

LOVE is the Fuel of Your Personal Merkabic ‘Light Soul Chariot’…

In ‘Time Tunnel of Arcturus’ I wrote that I go into the garden and “do my merkabic thing.” People were curious:  what ‘merkaba stuff’ do I do, exactly??  Merkaba, Merkana, however it is called or explained, the experience came first, before words, before books, before any mental concept or intellectual teachings of any kind on the subject.   In essence, my merkabic field programs me  –  Divine Source ‘star-code’ downloads itself into the body, the personality, the human ego…   NOT the other way around.

So here’s the thing:  I don’t ‘do’ anything.  It’s not about ‘Doing’ the merkaba.  I’s about the Universe expressing itself.  The ‘Goddess Merkaba’ is about pure ‘Being’.  Being One with all that is, holding all Life in my Heart…  This does not mean I run around all day with my hands in prayer pose singing hymns.  Earthy, real, embracing of heaven AND earth, for me, it’s all instinctive, feeling, heart-centered movement of cosmic kundalini.

And since my human ego, body, personality, mind are limited by the very bounds of being human, I prefer to pray as follows:  “I will to will Thy Will…  May the Divine Will of Source Embody within and through me…”  It’s that’s simple.  True prayer bypasses the ego and the mind, to anchor from the Heart…

My initial merkabic activation happened spontaneously, without desire, without me wanting the experience.  I could not want something I did not even know existed, far less name it.  For years I could not even speak of it.  Completely outside of my reality and world-view at that time, the cosmic switch was thrown, and my life changed forever.  It was not, is not, and will never be, about me.  An honest to goodness fully awakened merkabic field transcends the ego identification of the self, because by its very nature it is the living expression of All That Is.  The human ego cannot contain it.

Merkaba, merkana, the semantics of ‘name-calling’ are really quite irrelevant.  To the Ancients it was not the name of the ‘Light-Soul’Chariot’ that mattered, but one’s conscious and active participation in the experience.  Upon death, acquired names, trademarks, certifications, you tube videos, number of pages and books written will not matter.  All that will matter, all that will determine the degree and expansiveness of one’s Soul-light quotient, will be how much, how deeply, how selflessly and with how much devotion, one has actively served, cared and loved.

In the interplay of unfolding character and action in my novel, ‘ASCENSION: The FireFlower’ I write about the way of the Divine Feminine, and about the Goddess Merkaba  –  but it is purely descriptive and emotional.  The paths to the One are thus revealed experientially – such is the Initiate’s journey. Although I can attempt to share my experience of the ‘Goddess Merkaba’ –  think ‘spiral galaxy’ –  I can’t teach its ‘activation’ in some kind of course because it’s not something that can be put into a step by step process that promises the moon and stars. It is not a ‘business enterprise’ and no one can ‘Ascend’ for you.

It just happens.  

Does a baby need an instruction manual??  Just like being born, breathing, digestion and dying, the awakening and activation of one’s merkabic field is simply a natural part of being fully alive on this earth.  It’s not up to me, it’s not about me.  At play in the fields of the Lord, it’s between you, Creation, and Creator  –  nothing at all to do with taking a course, nothing to do with any type of organizational structure, mystery school or certification.  It is not knowledge based.  It has nothing at all to do with the mind.

Be invisible, pray, meditate, show up  –   Such is the way of the Divine Feminine.  God knows who you are, where you are, the fullness of your heart and being.  Mother Earth knows.  The Christed Angelics, our Guides, know.  There is no tom-foolery in the Higher Realms.  That is enough.  What happens within my merkabic field is always spontaneous, unscripted, experiential, never the same way twice – therefore quite impossible to predict – or quantify  – although apparently there have been attempts to have it measured.

Sooo…   No need to ‘do’ anything other than just be your own beautiful heart-self .  No one else can do what YOU are here to do, because although we are all One, your Merkabic heart signature is unique to you.  ‘Just Be’ in the garden, in your bedroom, by the fire, in the tub, in the park, in nature  –  wherever!  Wherever you are, love and serve with your whole heart!!!  P.S.  The Story Chapters  presented here make most sense if one reads both chapters in their entirety.   Much Much Love,  Andromeda – You Are Another Me!!!

BON VOYAGE & SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE…

CHAPTER 36        ASCENSION: The FireFlower         Pages 303-310
                         ALL RIGHTS RESERVED  COPYRIGHT  2009

With newfound humility, Ezekiel shuffled along behind as

Nagaradja easily picked his way across the boulder strewn

slope to the foot of the larger of the Viper’s Fangs. The bright

night still young, the Viper’s Fangs radiated strobing pulses of moonlight

that penetrated Ezekiel’s skull with mind-numbing intensity that did

nothing to calm his racing thoughts. He would never look at dragons the

same way again…

On the verge of vomiting, time and time again Ezekiel retched the

acid contents of an empty stomach. The glittering, crystalline paws of

the Sphinx of Esperance beckoned, but Nagaradja refused to let him attempt

a straight line across the boulder strewn field. Instead, the Dragon

Elder insisted Ezekiel walk the subtle weave of an ancient labyrinth back

to center.

“Respect, my son, respect is everything…”

Somewhat distracted by the shimmering vapors of his hands dematerializing

and re-materializing before his eyes, it took Ezekiel what

seemed hours to negotiate the enfolding curves.

“Follow the yellow brick road, follow the yellow brick road…” Ezekiel

intoned, walking in a dream he was not dreaming.

But Nagaradja stayed close, keeping him on track with the steady kick

of a back leg, and the mobile support of his muscular tail, which Ezekiel

clung to with the desperation of an old man on a walker.

Somewhere between midnight and dawn, Ezekiel lurched to a stop at

the feet of the alabaster-veined Sphinx. He had lived practically on top of

it his whole life, but the only way he’d found the hidden entrance between

the Sphinx’s Paws was through ignominious accident. Maman would say

there were no accidents. Nor did she believe in co-incidence.

“You never saw me either, and I’m old enough to remember dancing

with the Children of One… ” Nagaradja reminisced, reading Ezekiel’s

thoughts as easily as if he was cracking coconuts for Maman Lezarde at

the beach.

“We brought down the moon when I was young… Before Arakiel’s

rule, the Reptilian Queen at his side…” Nagaradja could not hide his bitterness.

“The great peoples and palaces and temples of Atalan downed

long ago beneath the sea, this tunnel complex is what remains. The tunnel

complex and the Crystal Pyramid, which I believe, Ezekiel, you have

already seen, have you not?”

Without waiting for an answer, Nagaradja gave Ezekiel a gentle shove

through the veil of orchids that hid the stairs between the sphinx’s paws.

His eyes dilated and glassy, this time, Ezekiel could not blame it all on a

bump on the head. The young gun half-heartedly told himself that everything

was going to be alright. Either that, or he was certifiable. Nagaradja chuckled at

his discomfiture, and continued…

“Esperance, or ‘The First Stone’, as it was called by the People of One,

was the refuge of survivors who struggled to maintain the wisdom and

glory of Atalan as she began her crumbling, decadent, descent. Our island

home was the starting point of a migration which allowed the Ancestors

to flee with their knowledge, along the spine of Caribbean islands known

to them as ‘The Stepping Stones.’”

“Legend has it those islands were left by the Creator to guide His true

people, the ‘Children of One’, to the distant safety of the mainland. This

place is now known as the tourist wonderland of the Yucatan. So many

children of Atalan have been pulled to visit the islands, the ruins on the

isthmus… In their present incarnations most of them are not consciously

aware, but their travels are about much more than fun in the sun. They

are retracing their steps, and collecting their memories.”

His stomach sinking, Ezekiel tried not to gag; he knew the feeling, all

too well…

“A new civilization was born from the ashes of the old. Again magnificent

stone cities, resplendent with pyramid temples, priests and

priestesses, pictographic writing and a calendar more accurate than the

Gregorian one used today, rose from the jungle’s fierce heat. Masters of

space and time, Mayan timekeepers rode the quantum surf of the cosmic

zuvuya. And still do,” Nagaradja winked.

It was just a dream – but Ezekiel burned with curiosity. Clear as crystal,

Nagaradja the Great knew far more than he chose to tell. The Dragon

took pity on Ezekiel’s ignorance, and threw him a bone.

“One fact regarding the Maya, I must set straight. Your archaeologists

claim that they tossed human sacrifices into the sacred wells at Chichen

Itza. Even an idiot knows that a landlocked people living in the heat and

drought of the tropics with no water other than rain, would not pollute

their drinking cistern with decomposing flesh.”

It seemed obvious, Ezekiel had to concede.

“As you may know, Dr. Masuro Emoto has recently proved that water

is a living, holy substance. Like liquid crystal, water takes on the qualities

of whatever energy or thought is imprinted upon it.”

Nagardja was going somewhere significant with this line of thought,

Ezekiel could tell, and he was taking him along with him…

“The Maya bleached the bones of their dead, and placed the dessicated

remains of their best, brightest and holiest in the water, which

then received and carried the imprint of their wisdom. The ancestors

thus ‘lived on’ in the water to bless the soil, the crops and the people. Not

unlike the relationship between Christians of the Crusades and their holy

water and holy relics, the skulls and bones of their saints. The Reptilian

Queen did corrupt Mayan Civilization, eventually. But despite her addiction

to blood, even she needed fresh water to survive…” Nagaradja paused,

his eyes filled with sorrow.

Again humbled, Ezekiel put two and two together: he had escaped

‘Maktemba’; while entire civilizations had not.

“Yes, Ezekiel, the litany of grief is endless. The ‘games’ of the Roman

Coliseum; the gas chambers of Nazi Germany; Stalin’s Soviet Gulag;

the guillotines of the French Revolution; the Rwandan massacre; the

Reptilian-possessed ‘leader’ of the ‘Lord’s’ Resistance Army of enslaved

children in Uganda; and the impetus for every unjust war you can think

of. Not to mention basic torture. Millions upon millions have suffered and

perished, to what purpose, and in whose secret name? War does not end

after the last bomb is dropped. The broken-winged, physically, mentally

and emotionally wounded are expected to join the ranks of the living,

even though they are traumatized with death.”

 “As if nothing ever happened,” Ezekiel said, with sudden

understanding.

“As if nothing ever happened,” Nagaradja echoed. “Nothing worth killing

for, the only revolution which matters is therefore the flowering of

peace from within. Let us return now, to the matter at hand,” Nagaradja

nodded, ever patient.

Humans were slow to learn, but once they got it, nothing in the universe

could stop them. Knowledge of the Breath of Origin, the key to the

sacred temple of the human heart, was innate, programmed into every

cell and segment of human DNA. With Nagaradja as his guide, Ezekiel

was again returned to the hidden ledge and the locked doorway marked

with a six petaled flower carved in the stone.

“Just like your heart, there is no lock, no door, no wall of rock, and

never was,” Nagaradja proclaimed, following the bliss of the breath of fire

as the door to the inner sanctum of Atalan stood open before his gentle

presence.

There was no locked doorway, no wall of rock, and never had been.

The Breath of Origin the secret key, there was simply a spacious entry

to a smallish cave with walls of glittering crystal alive in the violet fire of

the Dragon’s breath.

“A temple of the Mother, the inner sanctum of the Crystal Cave is a

fortress of the Clear Light. All are welcome but only the truly pure of heart

may enter,” Nagaradja intoned, suddenly solemn.

Well acquainted with the content of his own thoughts, Ezekiel tarried

outside as Nagaradja made his entrance. Inside the sanctum, inscribed

on a floor of fine white powder sand, was a pattern of two large, evenly

interlocked circles.

The Vesica Pisces.

“Remember, wherever two circles meet, divine light is born,” Nagaradja

explained. “A divine coupling, the sacred feminine and sacred masculine

exists here in perfect balance.”

Within the heart of the vesica pisces was drawn a simple flower within

a third, fainter, smaller circle. The flower was large enough to fit a person’s

outstretched arms, and the outer point of each of its six petals was

defined by a massive, single-terminated quartz crystal.

The ancient Atalanean crystals clear as water at the moment of creation,

the quartz was programmed with the unadulterated wisdom of the

Children of One. The records of a lost civilization were a gift from the

past to the future, to welcome the return of the light of human

superconsciousness, and the the advent of the rainbow tribe.

White gold with inner flame, the Atalanean power crystals were beginning

to glow from within.

“The crystals are not necessary, merely helpful, in the amplification

of soul memory. Each of us a link between the sacred Earth and Sky, there

is no real need for props, man-made buildings, or to intellectualize. Our

hearts are enough,” the Dragon Regent said, his great flanged tail twitching

from side to side.

This was it. And Ezekiel was not sure that his love was sufficient.

Here was the test, the moment of truth Maman had spoken of. Ezekiel

had been jumping hoops all his life, to confront the one he couldn’t sink,

fake or fumble.

“Ritual has its uses. But when ritual is real, it finds you. Just like death,

you cannot say no.”

On the threshold, Ezekiel quaked.

“What will happen when we open up to the Oneness of our true

Being?” Nagaradja spoke in generalities, in terms of the royal ‘we’ – but

Ezekiel knew exactly who he was referring to.

“I don’t know. I – I don’t think I’m ready.”

 “If you say so, Ezekiel. The responsibility of a King of Atalan is great

to bear.”

Did he say… ‘King’?

“True kings are few and far between, and a King of Atalan rarer still.

What man is ready to let go of ego, greed, self-importance and personal

suffering, in exchange for a life of true service?”

‘Not me!’ Ezekiel thought, ready to sprint down the lava tunnel all the

way back to Maman’s…

Nagaradja examined Ezekiel closely, his excitement betrayed by the

small, measured licks of smoke and flame erupting from his nostrils.

“Yessss… I see… You possess true understanding. A king is a servant,

whose life belongs to the Creator and to his people.”

Ezekiel felt ready to pass out. Who was he to follow in the footsteps of

the Children of One? The one to keep a dragon waiting…

“Which human will be the one to tip the balance of creation in favor

of the Clear Light?” Nagaradja asked, softly, of the night.

On the verge of an evolutionary leap, Ezekiel’s dormant ‘junk’ DNA

was called to action. He was a human being, and a man who’s most sincere

desire was for truth; for his own spiritual liberation and that of all

people everywhere. Ezekiel did not dare call himself a king; the cave

might spit him to kingdom come. But he owed it to the planet to find

out. With that, Ezekiel stepped forward – and was welcomed to the inner

sanctum of the Crystal Cave.

Before Ezekiel had time to think, Nagaradja had shoved him into position,

into the center of the interlocked triangles of the Atalanean power

crystals set in the pattern of a six-petaled flower. Blinded with light, overcome

with dizziness, Ezekiel dropped to both knees. Everything was spinning

around him. Synapses firing at ultrasonic speed, the higher aspect of

his soul came on-line.

Past-life memories and abilities intact, Ezekiel’s being ignited with a

powerful wave of remembering. He would no longer need the diaries, except

to confirm what he already knew. What struck Ezekiel as odd, and

oddly comforting at the same time, was how familiar it all seemed. His

true self greeted him, a constant friend despite his long absence and karmic

amnesia.

“We’ve been waiting awhile for this, have we not?” Nagaradja said,

moving slowly clockwise around the crystals.

Arms and legs shaking uncontrollably, Ezekiel raised himself to one

knee, his head bowed before history. Before his life as Father Leon, he had

known the true Lelia, the true Priestess of Atalan. Before she had lost her

life, and the Reptilian Queen had taken over her body. Fool, fool, Maman

Lezarde had known he was a fool.

He was the fool King of Atalan, who’d given up a kingdom for love, and

got nothing but his throat cut in return. Ezekiel winced. He could see

the jeweled crown that had once sat on his head, but not his love-struck

face…

“To remember more would only confuse the present,” Nagaradja interjected,

with wisdom born of the ages.

Great flanged dragon tail pounding out a hypnotic beat against the

floor of crystalline sand, Nagaradja pulled Ezekiel back to the now.

“Feel free to join in any time,” Nagaradja said.

The weight of the ocean of time pressing upon him, for Ezekiel it was

easier said than done. Nagaradja’s gnarled, ancient feet playing counterpoint,

the dragon began his chant:

GAIA-MAA, GAIA-MAA,

Awaken, Gaia-Maa!

We Are We Are One, We Are One

 We have come, we have come,

Children of the People of One,

Mother, we have returned

To serve you, and protect you

 Ezekiel was dancing like a white man. But it did not stop him. He

and the last dragon of Esperance danced their love for Mother Earth.

Nagaradja danced for times long past and the time to come… Ezekiel

danced for Maman; for his birth mother, the unfortunate Sister Florieta,

beyond his reach in the Convent. For the true High Priestess of Atalan.

For Arriana, he danced. Love drawn in endless circles around the crystals

of power, Ezekiel and Nagaradja danced for Life.

Grid-busters at prayer in the Crystal Cave, last Atalanean hold-out, they

summoned the Dragons of Earth. Ancient protectors set free by the power of

love, Gaia’s Dragons came and danced with them.  Dragons of Water, of Air, of

Fire and of Earth, they came.  A chorus of Dragon voices lifted up the Mother,

reclaiming the life grids of Gaia and dismantling forever the dimensional prison

around Her…

Day of Light, Day of Light,

You have come, you have come,

Breath of One, breathe through us,

Breath of Origin, shine forth!

We Are One, We Are One

Over and over, together they chanted the ancient prophecies. Blood

lightning firing his veins, Ezekiel rode his breath, the one breath, the

breath of origin… Pushed to the outer edge of inner space, in the cool fire

of the amethyst blaze Ezekiel’s clothing was about to spontaneously combust.

His clothes turned to sacred cinders in violet flame, Ezekiel was

stripped to his skin. Thus made ready, Ezekiel experienced dimensions

impossible to describe with words.

Timeless hours passed.

Inexplicably covered in ash, from the threshold of the inner sanctum

of Atalan, the pale light of a soon to set moon washed Ezekiel clean. He’d

been blessed, with a vision or two. He had ridden the dragon, climbed a

volcano and helped save the world; or something like that. However, in

the fading moonlight Ezekiel wasn’t sure if the door to the inner sanctum

had ever opened, or if a cave of crystal in fact existed. Faced with a wall of

rock, the crystal sanctum was again closed, and Nagaradja was gone.

Ezekiel was left staring at the flower in the stone.

Next to his toe, something winked at him in the starshine. Ezekiel

leaned down to pick it up the piece of shell from its bed of crystalline

sand, and gasped. In the open cup of his hand, greenly iridescent, a

dragon scale gleamed back.

“I am the record-keeper, the truth-sayer, the witness!” Ezekiel declared

to the open sky and ocean, thus claiming his throne.

Nagaradja could hear him.

He just knew it.

From between the paws of the alabaster sphinx, Ezekiel exited the

Atalanean tunnel complex. Where were his damn clothes? Strewn all

over the black rock of the volcanic hills, no doubt… Ezekiel hobbled over

the sharp terrain, but found nothing, not even the charred remains of a

few tattered pieces of cloth.

By force of habit, Ezekiel looked at his wrist, and then grimaced; he’d

thrown his rolex into the volcano.

Like his garments, it too was gone.

And still, he had not found her.

 

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From the uneasy silence of his sanctuary, Griffin observed the

rising of the dawn. Die-hard devotees danced in the sunshine, the

music of the night still bombarding the Light Resort with noise.

The Ascension Gate had come, and gone. No one had been airlifted into

outer space, and the rainbow of moonlight over the Viper’s Fangs had

melted into evanescence.

Over-exposed, Griffin knew that Gabrielle had recognized his fallen

nature, as well as the Goddess within herself. She would not fall for him

again. And not since Atalan had Griffin felt the thundering of dragons

dancing, the purifying purple fire of their sacred breath liberating the

life-web of the Mother. Dragon fire transmuting shadows in the magnetosphere

to light, his Reptilian pure-bloods had begun to flee the surface of their lost

world for the outer dimensions of deep uncharted space.

All except for his Reptilian Queen; of all his children, she had received

succor from the Most High. A being created far from Heaven, she had not

bounced back from the other side. Her earthly vehicle reduced to a small heap

of gray dust in the middle of a hospital bed, the resurrection keys were not the

Reptilian Queen’s to give. Baffled, the doctors were calling it an unsolvable case

of spontaneous decomposition.

Everything was falling apart.

So what if some deluded individuals thought it was 2012. What was

‘2012’, anyway? Just a point in the vastness of the unpredictable future

upon which humanity could focus its greatest fears and highest hopes.

That in itself could create the so-called ‘shift’ of the ages. But as far as

Griffin Arakiel could see, nothing had moved the inner gears of the collective

reality into heaven, and time was still playing itself out. Besides,

he’d scheduled the rave at the Light Resort a night early – just in case.

From the shadows of his dark dream, Griffin observed Arriana intermittently

and throughout the day, death-still in the sarcophagus. He

had broken the girl’s heart, but not her spirit. At sunset of the third day,

Arriana stirred, but did not wake from her necromantic dreaming.

It was incomprehensible; the poison had not killed her. The blood of

life and the blood of death running in Arriana’s veins, perhaps the soothsayer’s

prophecy was true. Past midnight, she clung to life. Angered and embittered,

Griffin had yet to attain satisfaction.

Beyond redemption, beyond love, Griffin’s lack of conscience had seen

him through many a vale of tears. Still not over getting over his goodness,

he’d have to finish the job himself.

He was the only one who could.

***

Arriana did not know much, but of one thing she was certain. The

Goddess of a Thousand Thousand names was greater than the tragic attempt

in her lifetime as the Atalanean Priestess to steal fire from Her.

If She willed it, the Goddess could bestow a renewed heart to any who

asked. It was then a stranger, a slight man in white appeared, and spoke

these simple words:

“All that I have lived I endured that you might know Love.” The man in white

paused, as if distracted by a distant unpleasantness. “It is all a dream, even the

worst of it,” he said gently.

Her trust in people shattered, yet her battered and bruised heart told

Arriana she could trust him…

“These days,” the man continued, “I merely observe the eternal play

of the Light and the Dark, the dance without end until at least one partner

surrenders the desire to lead. I look at it from the middle and above,

sideways and from below. I AM both the Light and the Light that has

forgotten itself.”

Yes, very familiar…

“To go beyond both, to illuminate the path beyond duality, that is why

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we are here. To bring together the pieces within ourselves, to be non-dual

beings in a dual universe – then it can happen for the rest of the family.

All our relations. Human. Pleadian. Anunnaki. Martian. Sirian. Reptilian.

Angelic….”

“Who are you?” Arriana asked.

But Yeshua was already gone, disappeared into the highest realm.

Only the imprint of His voice remained…

“This shall you do, and more. And remember, it’s all a dream…”

When Arriana opened her eyes, Griffin Arakiel was above her, the hatred

still in him. Cold pain of an obsidian blade against her breast, with

him it was always hate and more hate, never love. Arakiel hated that she

loved him. The experience of her love for him so painful, he had not given

up his desire to destroy it. Her love proved him wrong in every way. And

in order to validate his miserable existence, he needed her to choose soul

death through despair.

Or he would choose for her.

A dagger’s ruby-red dragon’s tears about to be washed with her blood

exactly the way it always went, Griffin held the razored blade in the air

above Arriana’s heaving chest. With it his Reptilian Queen had excised

many a sacrificial heart, twisted love offerings to his cursed rule. But

there was something of which Griffin was unaware. The obsidian dagger

was exactly the same – yet within Arriana, everything had changed. She

had remembered her part in the divine play.

Still, Griffin did not drive the dagger deep.

After all they’d been through, what could he be waiting for, Arriana

wondered…? Get it over with… Let me go… Let me go home… The being in

the body of a girl closed her eyes. Yes, Griffin hated her. His fear the denial of

love, fear was the root of his hatred; but he hated himself more.

And her fear of the darkness – her very own darkness, of which he

was merely a reflection – was just another way of denying love. Arriana

followed the trail of her terror to the shadow place, a light-less cavern of

blackened ice deep within. Darkness upon nothingness shrouded with

icicles of sharpened tears; and there another shadow of deeper darkness,

a black flame that burned with rage. No one to speak of, yet there it was,

darkness within the dark, an entity unto itself.

“What is your name?”Arriana asked the hidden void within, that had

remained a secret, even to her.

“My name is Cruelty Love Withheld, the Fruit of Pain and Fear and

Hate. And – I – am – yours.

On the threshold of her own death, Arriana recognized the chaos of

darkness disowned – and its inevitable result. All she had witnessed, all

the suffering she had unwittingly helped create; all her self-abnegation

and unrequited love – none of it was separate from her essential self.

Her unloved inner dark was the missing and fractured piece of her

soul that she herself had rejected and abandoned. The part of herself she

had not forgiven: the root of all her problems. Waiting life after life, feared

and forgotten, for her to reclaim it.

Arriana could no longer deny her deepest desire. The Angels and

Celestial Beings surrounding her sighed with relief. Finally, she got it;

Arriana’s deepest desire was to be totally filled with love. Arriana addressed

the shadow of all her shadows:

“Forgive me, for abandoning you.”

The flame of darkness stirred.

“And where am I to live?” it asked, finding it difficult to believe

Arriana’s words.

“In my heart,” Arriana answered simply; she could no longer deny any

part of her being love.

The shadow’s dark flame turned into a river of black-ice-fire ready

to flood. Arriana felt the fear rise up, threatening to choke her breath

and blind her eyes under its opaque hood. Her broken heart open wide,

Arriana’s faith in love held firm. All she could do was let go and embrace

her fear with love.

She let her Shadow enter.

Within the inner sanctum of the sacred heart, her shadow found the

void that Love had kept warm in its absence, patiently awaiting its

homecoming.

Home at last, her dark had not returned empty handed. In its

presence was a gift. Black ice slowly melting, the split pieces of Arriana’s

broken heart came seamlessly together.

For it was in her Shadow’s power to heal her soul of pain, dry the tears

of love unanswered – with love long-dormant for the divine spark within.

Nothing to do, nowhere to go, she and the darkness were already one.

Arriana understood: the darkness was also part of the Light. Whatever

happened, whatever Griffin did or did not do, all paths led to God. Great

Mystery had never held her original sin against her. So she was finally

able to follow suit.

Released from the past, from the defining Atalanean moment on

which she had based her entire karmic story, Arriana was at peace, at

last. The burden of a shared history dissolved in grace divine, love was a

choice which Griffin refused to make. Arriana had denied the darkness

within herself, while he continued to deny the light. An act of supreme

hubris, for him, there was no way back to the Garden.

Surrender to what is, opened the gates of God’s limitless grace, but capitulation

was the requirement of divine pardon. It was this Griffin could

not stand. Forgiveness the root of his fear, at his core Griffin would not,

could not accept that he too was deserving of absolution; nor could he

risk finding out for certain.

“Do what thou wilt is the Whole of the Law,” Griffin chanted, blade

pointed unerringly, ready to drip with blood.

So there he was, the love of her life, still waiting, with the knife.

“Do what thou wilt and harm none, is the Whole of the Law,” Arriana

spoke, free of all fear. “In the Presence of Love, you have no power. Love is

all powerful. I am Love. I am that… I am… You are Love. Love is all there

is. The time has come to accept it. I have.” The whispered Word spilled

from Arriana’s cracked lips unstoppable as the blood ready to pour from

the cavity Griffin was bent on cutting into her chest…

“Surrender to Love now. Be who you truly are… Love is who you truly

are… Love feels wonderful. You have no idea how good Love feels… It is

better than anything you have ever felt before. Love is coming to claim

you as its own. Give in to it. Allow yourself to accept its embrace…”

Griffin would not, could not, hear her…

It was not about him.

He could not stand it a moment longer, the look of love in Arriana’s

eyes. How dare she know love, indestructible, unfathomable love, at the

core of her being… The girl would die trustingly, eyes wide open, her life

volunteered. The rage in him boiled over. How dare she show him no fear!

Weak, already close to the moment of death, she would not cheat him of

his final pleasure.

Both hands clenched around the obsidian dagger’s hilt of gold, Griffin

raised the blade high above his head, thumbs anchored on shining tears

of dragon’s blood. But Arriana was beyond him, beyond heartbreak, beyond

physical pain.

He had catalyzed her being, and for this, Arriana was grateful. In universes

before this one, she and Arakiel had been twin-flames and would

remain so. They had simply played another round in the eternal game.

She could feel the energy of her entire life-force center in the top of

her skull, pushing against its rooftop of bone like a baby wanting to be

born. She knew – she had always known – in dying there was nothing to

fear. Love would carry all of her, all the way home. In its wake, she hoped

Griffin would eventually swim.

“There is nothing you can do to stop the return of the Light. It is coming.

It is the Dawn, gifts of Life and Love borne on the rays of a Universal

Sun. The Most High does not love me more than it loves you, or less. All

Creation’s children are loved the same. We are the children, the children

of the People of One…”

Empty speech to his ears, Griffin had to put an end to Arriana’s babble.

A final thrust and the long-awaited words of the Daughter of the Stars

would be nothing more than bubbles of blood on dead flesh.

Griffin was ready to plunge the knife.

The threads of time would remain forever untied.

Sacrificial razor slicing the air, Griffin was momentarily blinded by the

burning pyre of his own rage… Blood dripped from his fingers onto the

dagger and the cold stone of the empty sarcophagus.

His own blood.

The obsidian butterfly had flown.

Arriana was gone, disappeared, into thin air.

All alone in the Crystal Pyramid, in the dagger’s streaked blade Griffin

Arakiel stared at his Atalanean reflection, at the thin white line of a scar

that matched the fresh, self-inflicted scratch cut across his throat. His

feet firmly planted in the dust of Arriana’s Ascension, the past did not

equal the future. Arakiel was left behind, to contemplate the bitterness of

redemption.

 ***

 ASCENSION:  The FireFlower

The End of Time…   But Not the End of the World

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MAYAN CRYSTAL SKULLS 11:11:11 Toronto ‘PRE-QUEL’

Wow.  What a weekend.  My husband and I showed up a little late for the ‘2012: Gateway to Your Future’ Conference held at the University of Toronto starting on Saturday morning, but being on ‘Divine Time’ it turned out we were right ‘on’ time.  Nikki Hayes, one of the power-house organizers of this incredible event, warmly welcomed us & personally escorted us to reserved seating in the second row, center aisle, right at the front.  OK, something’s up, I remember thinking…  Just a few days earlier I had not even known about this conference  –  then free tickets seemingly manifested ‘out of nowhere’ …

When Guatemalan Quiche Mayan Elder Bartolo Alvarez & his entourage then took the stage, I knew serious magic was afoot…

Directly across from him and the multi-directional altar, once the ceremony started I pretty much lost awareness of everything other than the sacred energies being honored and called in.  And I knew, at the deepest core of my Being, that it was a humongous miracle that all present had made it ‘on time.’ So many insurmountable obstacles had been put in our collective path  –  but had been overcome to bring us all together.  Tears running down my face, I felt profound gratitude.   As Patti Cota-Robles always  says ‘a major facet of the Divine Plan was about to unfold’:

A Mayan devotee holding space in each corner of the four directions, when it came time to burn the copal incense Mr. Alvarez had brought all the way from a special ceremony in Tikal, building security at Convocation Hall would not allow it. ( When I was at student at U. of T. we had ushers – not security guards! ) Invited to burn the sacred incense outdoors outside Convocation Hall, Mr. Alvarez declined the offer, saying that it could only be burned at the Altar – which was on the stage.

Afterwards, I spoke with Bartolo, and he said he had something to give me.  Imagine my surprise  ( and especially that of his young male apprentice )  when he gave me the entire medicine pouch he had brought for the ‘Convocation Hall 2012 – Gateway to Your Future’ opening prayer ritual, replete with tinfoil wrapped charcoal briquets, sage from other prayer ceremonies – and a rather large ball of absolutely fragrant super charged super blessed Mayan copal incense he had brought all the way from the ceremonial center in Tikal.  Deeply moved, I accepted Bartolo’s gift.  I knew it was not ‘for me’  –  but ‘for Gaia & for us all’…

“When Ritual Is Real, It Finds You” –    ‘ASCENSION: The FireFlower

Clearly, there was a reason I had felt compelled to create a sacred Medicine Wheel the previous evening  –  with every super charged, super blessed ceremonial rock in my safe-keeping.

Joined by a dear friend and Kogi Shamaness later that same day, we offered prayers and the copal, fully completing the activation of this ‘Ascension Gateway’ Medicine Wheel.   Designed to further anchor the Highest High Ascension Energies available to us at this time, this Blessing is freely available to All.

So much happened this weekend, I could write a book about it, for it was not also without great loss  –  after caring for her all night my very elderly, very very precious ‘Little Boo’ cat companion of 15 years fell asleep next to my heart and then transitioned peacefully to the other side  –  and the following night, right after the Wisdom Forum closing ceremony, we had to make an emergency two and a half hour drive and overnight vigil to care for my mum  –  my absolute greatest teacher in this Life.  Please pray for her,  she also is preparing to transition to the Higher Realms.  Double shock.   After all, it is the ‘end of the world.’  But there is so much Holy Love from the Invisible Realms, from the Ancestors, Guides and Angels, so much Divine Grace that somehow I am being supported through unthinkable loss that would be enough to sink me under normal circumstances.  But these are days are not ‘normal’  –  we are in extraordinary times.

“For the Maya, Life and Death are One,” said John Major Jenkins.

So many incredible people.  So many deep, true connections.  So much ‘deep truth’, ‘primordial wisdom…’  I got to meet John Major Jenkins; Colin Andrews; and “The future creates the present” Master Ti Caine’;   each one deserving of their own Chapter.

Within the crucible of our collective global heart, we even joined in The Heart Math  Global Oneness Meditation with Howard Martin and Gregg Braden.   And as Gregg Braden said “The Light was definitely in Toronto this weekend.”  And I haven’t even gotten to the Closing Ceremony yet;  after my Little Boo’s passing (if it had been Egypt, she would have had a State Funeral)  I almost didn’t make it:

Returned to the Altar on the stage at Convocation Hall, Guatemalan Quiche Mayan Elder Bartolo Alvarez and the Aztec Ceremonial Drummer and Dancers ROCKED the House  –  raising the energy to a level never before seen at that location  –  at least not in this particular World Age  –  raising high a clay dish from which smoked the incense of holy copal from Tikal!!!

At that point everyone who wished was invited to join in a massive Maya – Aztec hand to hand ‘snake dance’ that did the conga all the way around and through the building.  Needless to say, the security gourds – I mean guards – were appalled  –  but we invited them to join in too.  At the end of the sacred dance, I in turn gave Guatemalan Quiche Mayan Elder Bartolo Alvarez a sacred medicine pouch  –  we hugged with JOY  –  and the ‘circle’ was closed.  The vibe was SO high…

And as if to confirm that at all is well, all is shifting in the right direction,  the following evening returning from mum’s, totally exhausted on the evening of Monday October 24, 2011 on a stretch of road with a view over Toronto not unlike that of Mulholland Drive over Los Angeles  –  the biggest glittering disc-shaped star-ship we’ve ever had the privilege of  seeing ( that we know of! )  –  up close & personal hovering Hollywoodesque on a slight angle just beyond the edge of the mountain  –  before receding slowly towards the Toronto-Mississauga Pyramid Complex  (more about that another day!)  –  and beyond to the Sacred Holy Waters of Niagara Falls.

I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.

Let us Join in heart-felt prayer with the Mayan Elders and the 13 Crystal Skulls in N.Y. City tomorrow in preparation of the Historic End of the Mayan Calendar  –  and beyond thru Ceremony with Drunvalo in the Four Corners and onward to the 11:11:11 in Los Angeles.   DREAM BIG  —  The Future REALLY DOES Create the Present!!!

LOVE, ANDROMEDA

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YOU CAN WATCH THE WHOLE 2012 GATEWAY CONFERENCE HERE:

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2012 Gateway to Your Future ‘MAYAN CRYSTAL SKULLS’ PRE-QUEL

Wow.  What a weekend.  My husband and I showed up a little late for the ‘2012: Gateway to Your Future’ Conference held at the University of Toronto starting on Saturday morning, but being on ‘Divine Time’ it turned out we were right ‘on’ time.  Nikki Hayes, one of the power-house organizers of this incredible event, warmly welcomed us & personally escorted us to reserved seating in the second row, center aisle, right at the front.  OK, something’s up, I remember thinking…  Just a few days earlier I had not even known about this conference  –  then free tickets seemingly manifested ‘out of nowhere’ …

When Guatemalan Quiche Mayan Elder Bartolo Alvarez & his entourage then took the stage, I knew serious magic was afoot…

Directly across from him and the multi-directional altar, once the ceremony started I pretty much lost awareness of everything other than the sacred energies being honored and called in.  And I knew, at the deepest core of my Being, that it was a humongous miracle that all present had made it ‘on time.’ So many insurmountable obstacles had been put in our collective path  –  but had been overcome to bring us all together.  Tears running down my face, I felt profound gratitude.   As Patti Cota-Robles always  says ‘a major facet of the Divine Plan was about to unfold’:

A Mayan devotee holding space in each corner of the four directions, when it came time to burn the copal incense Mr. Alvarez had brought all the way from a special ceremony in Tikal, building security at Convocation Hall would not allow it. ( When I was at student at U. of T. we had ushers – not security guards! ) Invited to burn the sacred incense outdoors outside Convocation Hall, Mr. Alvarez declined the offer, saying that it could only be burned at the Altar – which was on the stage.

Afterwards, I spoke with Bartolo, and he said he had something to give me.  Imagine my surprise  ( and especially that of his young male apprentice )  when he gave me the entire medicine pouch he had brought for the ‘Convocation Hall 2012 – Gateway to Your Future’ opening prayer ritual, replete with tinfoil wrapped charcoal briquets, sage from other prayer ceremonies – and a rather large ball of absolutely fragrant super charged super blessed Mayan copal incense he had brought all the way from the ceremonial center in Tikal.  Deeply moved, I accepted Bartolo’s gift.  I knew it was not ‘for me’  –  but ‘for Gaia & for us all’…

“When Ritual Is Real, It Finds You” –    ‘ASCENSION: The FireFlower

Clearly, there was a reason I had felt compelled to create a sacred Medicine Wheel the previous evening  –  with every super charged, super blessed ceremonial rock in my safe-keeping.

Joined by a dear friend and Kogi Shamaness later that same day, we offered prayers and the copal, fully completing the activation of this ‘Ascension Gateway’ Medicine Wheel.   Designed to further anchor the Highest High Ascension Energies available to us at this time, this Blessing is freely available to All.

So much happened this weekend, I could write a book about it, for it was not also without great loss  –  after caring for her all night my very elderly, very very precious ‘Little Boo’ cat companion of 15 years fell asleep next to my heart and then transitioned peacefully to the other side  –  and the following night, right after the Wisdom Forum closing ceremony, we had to make an emergency two and a half hour drive and overnight vigil to care for my mum  –  my absolute greatest teacher in this Life.  Please pray for her,  she also is preparing to transition to the Higher Realms.  Double shock.   After all, it is the ‘end of the world.’  But there is so much Holy Love from the Invisible Realms, from the Ancestors, Guides and Angels, so much Divine Grace that somehow I am being supported through unthinkable loss that would be enough to sink me under normal circumstances.  But these are days are not ‘normal’  –  we are in extraordinary times.

 “For the Maya, Life and Death are One,” said John Major Jenkins.

 So many incredible people.  So many deep, true connections.  So much ‘deep truth’, ‘primordial wisdom…’  I got to meet John Major Jenkins; Colin Andrews; and “The future creates the present” Master Ti Caine’;   each one deserving of their own Chapter.

Within the crucible of our collective global heart, we even joined in The Heart Math  Global Oneness Meditation with Howard Martin and Gregg Braden.   And as Gregg Braden said “The Light was definitely in Toronto this weekend.”  And I haven’t even gotten to the Closing Ceremony yet;  after my Little Boo’s passing (if it had been Egypt, she would have had a State Funeral)  I almost didn’t make it:

Returned to the Altar on the stage at Convocation Hall, Guatemalan Quiche Mayan Elder Bartolo Alvarez and the Aztec Ceremonial Drummer and Dancers ROCKED the House  –  raising the energy to a level never before seen at that location  –  at least not in this particular World Age  –  raising high a clay dish from which smoked the incense of holy copal from Tikal!!!

At that point everyone who wished was invited to join in a massive Maya – Aztec hand to hand ‘snake dance’ that did the conga all the way around and through the building.  Needless to say, the security gourds – I mean guards – were appalled  –  but we invited them to join in too.  At the end of the sacred dance, I in turn gave Guatemalan Quiche Mayan Elder Bartolo Alvarez a sacred medicine pouch  –  we hugged with JOY  –  and the ‘circle’ was closed.  The vibe was SO high…

And as if to confirm that at all is well, all is shifting in the right direction,  the following evening returning from mum’s, totally exhausted on the evening of Monday October 24, 2011 on a stretch of road with a view over Toronto not unlike that of Mulholland Drive over Los Angeles  –  the biggest glittering disc-shaped star-ship we’ve ever had the privilege of  seeing ( that we know of! )  –  up close & personal hovering Hollywoodesque on a slight angle just beyond the edge of the mountain  –  before receding slowly towards the Toronto-Mississauga Pyramid Complex  (more about that another day!)  –  and beyond to the Sacred Holy Waters of Niagara Falls.

I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.

Let us Join in heart-felt prayer with the Mayan Elders and the 13 Crystal Skulls in N.Y. City tomorrow in preparation of the Historic End of the Mayan Calendar  –  and beyond thru Ceremony with Drunvalo in the Four Corners and onward to the 11:11:11 in Los Angeles.   DREAM BIG  —  The Future REALLY DOES Create the Present!!!

 LOVE, ANDROMEDA

www.thefireflower.com

YOU CAN WATCH THE WHOLE 2012 GATEWAY CONFERENCE HERE:

http://wisdom-forum.com/home.php

3 Days of Darkness = Eclipse of the Ages

OK folks.  It’s a good thing we have entered the ‘Age of Miracles’ ie. the 5th Dimension (give or take an overtone or two)  –  because we’re going to need a whole bunch to get through the next couple of weeks, er,  months.  Now I’m no mathematician but…

Earth’s Diameter   =   12,800 km

Jupiter is approx 11X the Diameter of Earth

Jupiter’s Diameter   =   141,700 km

Tetrahedral Field Around ‘Comet’ Elenin   =   300,000  miles  OR  480,000 km   (1.6 km = 1 mile)

Now, get this:

The Giant Brown ‘Dwarf Star’ being tracked by the world’s largest infra-red telescope in Antarctica  – which some say is actually ‘Planet X’  or the infamous ‘Nibiru’  –  possibly following invisibly along behind Elenin, because Elenin alone cannot account for the gravitational forces being exerted around it  –

The Dwarf Star is said to be 33 X the Diameter of Earth ie.  422,400  km

Dwarf Star  =  422,400 km      Hmmnnn.

Elenin’s Tetrahedral Field  =   480,800 km        Hmmnnnnnnnnn.   A little large for a mere ‘comet’, no??

This coming weekend Elenin passes closest to our sun (some say Sept 10, others insist on Sept 11, for obvious reasons)   –   then slingshots around picking up speed as it comes in to our neck of the woods.  As if this were not enough, apparently the Hopi are now calling ‘Elenin’ the ‘BLUE STAR KACHINA’  –  and the GIANT  ‘Brown Dwarf Star’ following along behind it??  THE RED STAR KACHINA.  The Blue and Red Star Kachinas dance through the cosmos as a pair.

It stands to reason the Red Star Kachina will therefore at some point pass between Earth and our Sun.   I was shocked today to realize the obvious simplicity of the divine plan, and the Hopi Prophecy of the 3 Days of Darkness, revealed:

3 DAYS OF DARKNESS   =   THE ECLIPSE OF THE AGES

The RED STAR KACHINA   –    33 X   THE DIAMETER OF EARTH   –

‘3’ DAYS OF DARKNESS, ANYONE??     SOME Say ‘7’… 

The Eclipse of the Ages   –   Coming Soon   –   to the skies near you.

Our I AM Presence is eternally present.   I AM That  –  I AM!!   Our Extended Star Family is with us.  Just relax and ENJOY the RIDE…  You already won the tickets!

To make sure we get through the extended cosmic twilight intact, we did buy some extra cans of tinned catfood, a GIANT bag of kitty kibble and an extra huge box of extra-scented ‘multi-cat’ litter.     Our Beloved Bella whom we found lost, starving and covered in ticks last Halloween night, recovered beautifully  –  and totally surprised us with six gorgeous kittens born under our bed on the Mayan New Year.   Meow.  Meow.

LOVE,   Andromeda                    www.thefireflower.com

Copyright Andrea Hansen / FireFlower Communications 2011 All Right Reserved

‘TAKE BACK THE GROVE’

World recognized Divine Mother & Living Female AVATAR Mata Amritanandamayi, or ‘AMMA’, as she is more popularly known,  said recently on her Summer 2011 North America Tour that the world is about to do a ‘Tandava’ Dance  –  commonly depicted in Hindu sculpture as Dancing Shiva’s dance of Creation, Destruction, and Dissolution. Amma is no stranger to this dance; her Kerala-based ashram survived the India Tsunami. Incidentally, Amma was just in Washington D.C.  at the same time as the Dalai Lama, on July 6 (Dalai Lama’s birthday) and July 7, as part of her ongoing North American Tour.

Speaking of chaos, in recent days I have noticed a thread in the Community which calls us to completely shut out the Darkness  –  ‘give it no more energy.’  No doubt there is a fine line between wallowing in the muck of negative news & conspiracy theories, inadvertently lowering one’s frequency into a state of ineffective fear and helplessness.  But here’s the catch:  in order for the Individual & for Humanity to actually Ascend, the Darkness must be faced head on.  And despite the confusion and wasted energy caused by mountains of disinformation, there is one particular aspect of our Collective Shadow so far denied, which must be integrated if we are to fully Ascend.

Not all of you will be able to handle what I am about to share.  I have not spoken publicly about this, except as fiction in my novel ‘ASCENSION: The FireFlower’ – indeed it is why I wrote the book, and why it took so long to write in the first place.

But today, July 13, 2011  –  the anniversary day of my own Kalachakra Initiation direct from Source  –  while the Dalai Lama gives the Kalachakra Empowerment in D.C.  –  today under the full protection of the ‘Shield of Isis’, today I speak out:

The night of July 13, 1991, at the age of 23, two days before my 24th birthday, I was offered up as a living sacrifice to the Dark Side, by the Dark Side. Through Divine Grace, and my own unwavering faith and devotion to God, the outcome of the night did not go as planned.  Although I died, I returned, with greater Light, and forever changed.

It was not the first time I had chosen to serve the Creator, instead of the Fallen aspect of the Creation.  In Los Angeles, at the age of 18, I was told that I was ‘one of them’; ‘that I could have wealth, fame, whatever I wanted…  If I joined them.’  I declined the offer; and my life became significantly more difficult.

Please understand:  this energy, this ‘Darkness’ has no real human form – although it can embody physically, usually temporarily, if it so chooses.  But just as Ascended Masters can overshadow or merge with Devotees of the Godhead, this ‘Darkness’ can do the same with weak or ego-mad humans.  Out of great spiritual ignorance and terrible manipulation and deceit through abuse of power & fear, this ‘Darkness’ is even worshiped by some misguided humans as the Godhead.  It is not, has never been and will never be equal to Source.  Think of it as a fractured, insane splinter of the Collective Consciousness  –  a splinter that left untreated that causes terrible infection, madness, illness, and death.

Today, July 13, 2011, I just found out that July 13/14 is the date that a particular type of ritual is held in Bohemian Grove, California.  Never having been there, I cannot say for certain what goes on.   I hope to God it does not involve the ritual murder of any human being, especially children.  With great sadness, I share the following story:

A dot com millionaire in England went for a late night Summer Solstice walk at a Neolithic site near his country home.  He had just parked his car in the public parking, when a young couple came tearing down the hill screaming.  The young man was bleeding from a blow to the head.  They were being chased by a couple of men in long robes wielding baseball bats & yelling, who then proceeded to smash the windows of their car.  The young couple had stumbled upon a gathering inside an ancient burial barrow; each adult male had with him a young boy under the age of ten.  Whatever it was they were doing, they had been interrupted.  I’m not so sure it was just a bunch of “crazy dads” with their “sons”.  To make a long story short, the police did nothing.  The dot com millionaire now lives on the other side of the world.  I did not read about this story in press.

We know that children around the world are being trafficked.  We know that children around the world disappear.  It is for the sake of these children that we as Lightworkers cannot simply ‘ignore’ the Darkness.  It exists.  It is part of us, the part that we have individually and collectively disowned.  Let us together, as ‘Divine Love Warriors’  –  as Lord Maitreya once said to me – excavate and integrate ‘the splinter’ of our fractured collective consciousness, and love the Dark back into Oneness.   That is why I wrote ‘ASCENSION: The FireFlower’; it took me over 10 years, so that others can take a few days or a few weeks to really understand what it means to access Oneness.

Yesterday, July 12, 2011, the monks with the Dalai Lama did a ritual dance to clear / integrate the ‘disowned dark’ in Washington, D.C.  Today, July 13, 2011, over three days to July 15, the Dalai Lama gives the Kalachakra Empowerment in Washington, D.C.  The same date, July 13 (in 1991) when I personally underwent (& survived) the Kalachakra Initiation directly from Source.    It was after this date that I spent time at the Dalai Lama’s Kalachakra Empowerment given here in Toronto.  Instead of Tibetan Buddhist monks and nuns sitting on opposite sides of the room, the seating arrangements got turned upside down, and all the monks and nuns ended up sitting side by side.  And so the ‘Wheel of Time’ eternally turns; and Oneness is the only way out.  If you wish it, I wish you the full blessing and holy protection of the ‘Shield of Isis’:  In the Secret Name of the One, May the Eternal Shield of the Wheel of Time sanctify the earth, bless the holy ground of Gaia where you live, radiating Ultraviolet, Gold and White Light Rays of Source wherever most needed on our beloved world, to restore Divine Purity, Wisdom, Peace, Purity, Harmony and Balance.

This Friday, July 15, 2011, I will be celebrating my 44th here in Toronto with my Beloved AMMA!!!         www.amma.org

Copyright Andrea Hansen FireFlower Communications All Rights Reserved

GODDESS RISING: THE ROSE, THE EAGLE & THE CONDOR

You know I always say, “when ritual is ‘real’, it finds you.”   This does not mean to say that planned spiritual rituals and prayer ceremonies are somehow invalid.  Not at all.  What it means is that sometimes Spirit takes hold of all our best intentions and ideas, throws them out on one ear, gives us a shake – and puts us exactly where we are meant to be.  Trusting this process has allowed me to participate many times in many many multi-faceted ‘global rituals’ occurring all over the world, with millions of participants in some cases, wholly unaware of each other and that there was indeed any spiritual / astrological significance to their ‘participation’ in a ‘given’ ritual.  Take this last weekend, for instance…

July 1, a national holiday, Canadians celebrated Canada Day, this year with Prince William and his beautiful new bride, Katherine, the Duchess of Cambridge.  All I can say is, Kate rocks the dress, the shoes, the hat…  And on Saturday, Prince Albert of Monaco also married his long-time girlfriend, Charlene Wittstock of South Africa, now Princess Charlene.  What does any of this have to do with anything??  Yesterday, Sunday, I was quite excited to read Celia Fenn’s latest ‘Starchild Global’ report…  Apparently this Friday July 1 New Moon Solar Eclipse released / initiated major cosmic global ‘Goddess’ Grid Lines flowing newly north from Antarctica, into South America and on up, and hitting South Africa first in their purest form.   Incidentally, Prince Albert and his new bride went directly to South Africa right after the big Monaco wedding.

I’m all for the Goddess, whether embodied in ‘world-stage goddesses’ like Diana, Charlene or Kate –  in their past lives they have paid their dues, please pray for them, bless them & their families.  Or plain old ‘garden goddesses’ –  ‘belly-dance goddesses’  – ‘kitchen-witch-goddesses’  –  ‘goddesses-in-progress’  – or the ‘goddess at the supermarket’!!  Forget Atlantis rising, this weekend is all about the Rise of the Goddess.  Every woman on the planet today is becoming further empowered by this Blessed new ‘Rose’ energy – as is Mother Earth herself.

But as happy as I am for Kate and Charlene, I did wonder this last weekend what I had done to deserve my long looked-forward to long-weekend gone awry…  Something to do with the monster killer vampire snake dream earlier in the week, perhaps??  In the dream my mum and I manage – without hurting it & without getting bitten  (I generally like snakes)  –  to trap it in a big basket with a bunch of spiritual videos and books  –  and put the lid on it.

Back to my lost weekend…  I participated fully by lying on my back, barely able to move, semi-delirious, drenched in kundalini sweat, feeling like my head was on fire.   It started mid-week.  On the day of the New Moon Solar Eclipse I actually woke at 4:30 AM EST, went for a very groggy drink of water completely forgetful of the ‘occasion’, then back in bed, remembered as I was deluged with feelings of great unease.  Praying, praying, praying, feeling literally like I was being stabbed through the chest.  Exhausted, I kept my last minute commitment to do spiritual readings later that morning for a small group of Indigenous Women, Mayan and Inca from Central & South America.  Then finally left to my mother’s place in the country, where I managed to make dinner, then collapsed into bed.  The energies continued to build to a crescendo on Saturday with me lying sweating north-south on the lawn at my mother’s property invoking the assistance of Pachamama and Father Sun.  Please bear in mind this is a very private garden!!  My husband worked to clear my field with an actual eagle feather he had just conveniently found on the grass nearby…  When we drove home the next day, we drove past an Eagle’s nest with a baby and mummy or daddy eagle watching over it   –   with a pair of condor-like vultures riding the thermals slightly too close for comfort.    Everywhere we went the ‘condors’ were with us.  These giant birds were sacred also to the Ancient Egyptians, for whom the Vulture was a symbol of the Divine Mother.

I knew something was up, but didn’t really quite know what until we got home and I managed to read Celia’s report, and watch the ‘Last Prophecy’ videos from the Kogi / Hopi Elders.  The Eagles and the Condors are uniting everywhere – with Roses in their beaks!! Although I have many Ancestors from the North, where Celia is now headed  –  I was ‘born’ in Hopiland, and this winter I met three Kogi Elders here in Toronto.  I gave them a sacred object with which to ‘make payment’ to Mother Earth  –  in reparation for all that has been taken from them.  Whether in the form of physical ‘crystal’ –  or blood, sweat and tears  –  we all need to ‘make payment’ to Mother Earth, in honor of the Goddess Rising.  And what does any of this have to do with Stonehenge??  This last Solstice & last New Moon Solar Eclipse have everything to do with Stonehenge.

My first visit to Stonehenge at age 20 I took a bus from London, then a taxi all the way from the closest village (far!) arriving at sunset in winter, just to look at it from a distance.  The second time,  I visited with my mother and my brother, who pretended not to know me as I proceeded to ignore the prominent signage designed to terrify one into staying on the curved walk-way which deliberately veered off to one side.  The Henge was meant to be walked around – so I did, completing the circle, only to meet two security guards rushing up the ramp stopping abruptly mid-way between me and the Visitor Centre with very confused looks on their faces.  They then turned ’round on their heels and returned whence they had come.  My mother and brother did not speak to me till we got back to the car.

Together we transmute the poison of the cobra’s bite, & turn the poison to wisdom.  This is how the Goddess Rises…  This is how the Goddess is Set Free…   Crowned with Roses On Her Head & on Her Heart,  May the Goddess Rise With You & Within You.

Very special thanks to Celia Fenn and Starchild Global.  If you have not yet read her report on Mayan Majix or elsewhere, below is the link  –  please note the dramatic image of the recent snake crop circle as well.

http://starchildglobal.com/newearthjune2011.html#eclipse

P.S.  Just learned that on Friday July 1, 2011 New Moon Solar Eclipse Goddess Rising Day, Maria Shriver filed for divorce from Arnie ‘The Terminator’  Shwarzenegger – to the tune of $200 million dollars.