The Georgia Guidestones

The Georgia Guidestones  

On a recent trip to Georgia for a spiritual retreat Patricia and I detoured to a one-traffic light town in the northern part of the state. It was the home of a little known structure called the Georgia Guidestones which are located seven miles north of a tiny rural town called Elberton which itself is about two hours northeast of Atlanta. Elberton, called the "granite capital of the world," produces more granite monuments in its thirty-seven quarries than any other city in the world. Those facts must have played a part in the decision of a strange visitor to erect a large blue-grey towering structure that has become known as America's Stonehenge. 

Thirty two years ago in June 1979 a mysterious man who called himself R.C. Christian came to Elberton, deposited a sum of money into the local bank along with specific instructions for erecting a granite monument. Christian gave no information about himself other than he was one of a group of individuals from out of state who had selected the highest elevation in Elberton to build a structure that was dedicated to the future of humanity. 

The monument was designed with astronomical, astrological, lunar, solar and environmental significance. There were four monoliths, each 6' wide and almost 20' high, pointing outwards in alignment with the four cardinal directions and the moon's transit in the course of a year. A freestanding central or "celestial" stone between the four cardinal stones supported a 6' x 9' capstone. A hole had been drilled at eye level through the central stone so that the North Star was always aligned and visible. There was also a horizontal slot drilled into the structure so that as the morning sun rose on its annual transit across the heavens it illuminated a ray on the Equinoxes and Solstices. Another slot carved into the upper capstone acted as a calendar marking noon on the stones during the sun's travels.

Each directional stone was carved with ten "guides" for the sustainability of the earth and its inhabitants. The 4" carvings are written in Russian, Chinese, English, Spanish, Arabic, Hebrew, Hindu and Swahili.  

The guidestones say:

   

1.  Maintain humanity under 500,000,000 in perpetual balance with nature.  

2.  Guide reproduction wisely - improving fitness and diversity.  

3.  Unify humanity with a living new language.

4.  Rule passion, faith, tradition, and all things with tempered reason.  

5.  Protect people and nations with fair laws and just courts.

6.  Let all nations rule internally resolving external disputes in a world court.

7.  Avoid petty laws and useless officials.  

8.  Balance personal rights with social duties.  

9.  Prize truth, beauty, love, seeking harmony with the infinite.  

10. Be not a cancer on the earth. Leave room for nature. Leave room for nature.

Inscribed on the 13-ton capstone atop the central monolith are the words: Let These be Guidestones to an Age of Reason written in the ancient languages of Sanskrit, Babylonian Cuneiform, Egyptian Hieroglyphics and Classical Greek.

Several feet from the main structure lies a slab of granite flat on the earth that is known as the Time Capsule. It gives a bit of information about the structure's astronomical alignment, that R.C. Christian was a pseudonym and indicates that a time capsule was buried six feet below the slab and was to be opened with no date specified.

With the monument at the highest elevation in Elberton County, it offers panoramic vistas to the east and west. Its remote location and the lack of information about it in guidebooks makes it difficult to find. Yet, it stands testament with guiding principles to the future of the earth and to humanity's life upon it.

While it's difficult to argue with the ten messages of the Guidestones, detractors and conspiracy theories nonetheless abound. Some say the name R.C. Christian was chosen by the anonymous stranger to pay tribute to the esoteric teachings of Christian Rosen Kreuz (Christian Rosy Cross) the legendary founder of the Rosicrucian Order. Religious fundamentalists say the monument was built for devil and sun worship and have demanded that the stones be dismantled and pulverized.

Still others claim there are secret codes in the stones linking them to the tallest building in the Middle East even though the Guidestones were built thirty years before the Burj Khalifa in Dubai. Sadly in 2008, the stones were defaced by vandals who painted, "Death to the new world order" across the tablets. Most of the graffiti had been removed during our visit in June 2011 but there was evidence of additional vandalism with hate-filled words carved specifically across the Arabic and Chinese stone faces.

On the morning of our visit, Patricia and I held a sacred vigil and a meditation at the base of the stones.  As we stood alone in the early morning humidity and heat of Georgia, we prayed for the earth, for her inhabitants, and for all the nations represented on the stones. We set a perimeter of sound and light around the monument so that only harmony would be seen by its visitors. We aligned our intentions with those of the builders so that we would "not be a cancer upon the earth" and that there would soon be a time when an "age of reason" would prevail on earth. Surely, if we all align with the higher vision of seeing loving goodness in every person, the golden age we clamor for will one day be the reality on earth.

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Jo Mooy - August, 2011 

In Alignment

In Alignment 

Most of us are aware of the synchronicities that happen in our lives. You're thinking of someone you haven't seen in a long time, the phone rings and they're on the line. Or, you're involved in some type of undertaking and notice the clock reads 11:11 or 2:22. As time goes on, whenever you need a confirmation of a direction on the path, the 11:11 or 2:22 or 4:44 readouts on the digital clock appear, causing noticeable milestone affirmations for whatever you're doing.

During a recent sabbatical and retreat to the north Georgia mountains, I observed however that there was an enormous gap between synchronous events and being in alignment with an ideal. Thoughts or desires which had been set in motion years ago had in fact materialized during what felt like a timeless two weeks. Knowing that every thought creates a ripple effect in the etheric field it was suddenly easy to go back and relate how these concurrent desires had manifested as though laid out by an unseen force.

The lives of my partner and I were changed when we were introduced to the teachings of Paramahansa Yogananda over 40 years ago. As students of his teachings, we placed a wish into the ether years ago to meet a disciple who personally knew the great Eastern Yogi, who had brought Kriya Yoga to America in 1920.

As we planned various stages of our mountain sojourn which pivoted a visit with friends in South Carolina, the dates of our trip changed three times for various reasons before settling on early June. It would soon be revealed why those other dates had been discarded so easily.

We knew that one of Yogananda's direct disciples was 80 year old Roy Eugene Davis who studied with him in the early 1950's. Mr. Davis is the Director of the Center for Spiritual Awareness in of all places, the north Georgia mountains. Since we were to be in that area, it was our hope to be able to stop by the center and perhaps meet or just catch a glimpse of Mr. Davis. As it turned out, Mr. Davis, who had been ill with pneumonia for many months the past winter and spring, was personally conducting a retreat at the center in early June right when we would be there.

Our stars had aligned and the date changes suddenly made sense and confirmed that we were off to an unusual start to a mystical journey. As though adding more confirmation to our alignment of dates during the trip, Mr. Davis told a story of his own alignment with spiritual destiny when the previous owner of the center with its extensive property donated it to him for his spiritual work.

In the serene and peaceful setting of the mountains, we attended the retreat with guests from all over the world. Time felt like it was suspended and stretched out indefinitely with meditation at dawn to start the day into the evening when a talk or film ended the session.  While both of us had been taught and initiated into Kriya Yoga previously, Mr Davis announced he would personally impart Kriya-Pranayama initiation on the fourth day of the retreat to all attendees. It was an unexpected blessing that had been bestowed in the spiritual alignment that had been guiding the trip.

Reflecting on the many favors of the retreat during one afternoon's lull, we realized that we'd come to the mountains with three threads of desire and that in some way, each was related to the other and each had been granted. One wish was to meet a direct disciple of Yogananda. We'd been in the presence of Roy Eugene Davis for days, receiving his teachings his advice and counsel and his daily blessings. That one fell into place with divine ease.

The other two took form with equal ease. The second desire was to find the Georgia Guidestones, an astronomically aligned set of 20' tall granite structures that were mysteriously erected mysteriously erected in Elberton by a stranger who came to town. These Guidestones have been called America's Stonehenge. This thread, "just happened" to be on our GPS designated route from Sarasota as we traveled to CSA headquarters. What's the chance of that? 100% when you're dealing with divine alignment.

Finally, having studied sound and sound healing for several years, the third desire was to find and experience one of the "Sound Chambers" constructed by Native American mystic Joseph Rael. We knew one to be in the Georgia mountains, but were not quite sure where or if we could find it. Google searches had given us a list of sound chambers by city or by state but no means of contacting any of the owners of the chambers. Then two days before departure, I was compelled to continue the Google search.

As links usually take you to more links I found myself pulled down the Google rabbit hole, until one link gave me a phone number and the name of a woman who was the supposed "keeper of the chambers." Although, the phone number was no longer in service, I searched on the woman's name unearthing a name change and ultimately a Facebook contact point.

After speaking with her for over an hour explaining our story, she agreed to meet us. In another synchronistic flash, the only afternoon she could meet was on our one free afternoon from retreat. Inner guidance told us to embrace this opportunity and we agreed to meet in the parking lot of a small McDonald's on a remote highway in the north Georgia mountains. Our intuition had been right for she knew the location of a Sound Chamber, not 5 miles from our retreat center, and she was willing to guide us there.

We followed her on a gravel road, that turned into a dirt road, then into two tracks covered with pine needles, then to an open field. Gleaming in the distance was a large mirrored pyramid set in the center of a circular garden. The stunning, sun-lit pyramid was at the rear of the actual sound chamber which we unable to enter.

Undeterred, the three of us set up in the energy of the pyramid, laying out blankets, a small candle, white sage, and drums. Toning the vowel sounds of the four directions taught by Joseph Rael brought an answering chorus from the birds in the trees. A small stream nearby accompanied us as we alternated chanting mantras of many religions, finally ending when a bloodhound emerged from the woods, walked into our circle and began to howl his own chant. We laughed feeling nature had answered our call and confirmed our alignment.

Many years ago three desires were released into the world of thought. The three desires were based on spiritual ideals. In June 2011, when a very needed spiritual sabbatical was put in motion, those three threads resonated in similarity. Their frequencies vibrated and aligned in such a way as to bring all three wishes into physical manifestation in the mountains of Northern Georgia. We realized that these were not individual synchronous events separate from the other. Rather they were a much greater unfolding gift that had been flowing from the creator of all life. Synchronicity is two or more separate events showing a causal relationship. In alignment, all the seemingly separate parts of a system come into the functioning harmony of all the related events.

In that conscious awareness, synchronicity was a stepping stone to the grandeur of the pure current of alignment. That state of alignment, bonded with spiritual ideals, creates a magnificent feeling of connectedness with the blessings of universal allness. It is a feeling that swells joy in the heart and brings tears to the eyes. May we all experience that place some day!

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Jo - July 2011

Every Position is North

Every Position is North

 

The late night news bulletin surprised the entire world.  "Osama Bin Laden Killed!"  In moments, every other news story that had been "hot" just days before - the Royal Wedding, Tornado Damage, Midwest Flooding, US Debt - fell to the back pages.  His death opened old wounds for many who had lost family and friends on 9/11.  The reaction of thousands who gathered in front of the White House chanting USA, USA, USA, was understandable.  It was a cathartic primal release for them.   

My reaction however was much more subdued.  Maybe it was even hollow.  I thought about how the world we knew changed on 9/11.  I thought about Bin Laden, the mastermind.  I thought about the fact that I was supposed to be in the north tower that morning. I thought about the people I knew who were lost.  I didn't feel like cheering.  Instead, I experienced a great sadness for what the world had become since that horrible day.  In that sadness I needed to do something, to ponder the meaning of it, and to make sense

of it all.  

Pondering is an interesting past time that brings about revealing insights and changes perspective.  My ponderings often occur at the beach and this was no exception.  Most people on the beach are sun-bathers in swim suits or shorts so I wasn't sure what he was when I first saw him.  His hair was long, stringy and gray and his very thin body was a deep copper color as though burnished by the sun.  He was fully clothed but his shirt and pants, almost the same color as his skin, were in tatters.  He squatted on the beach near the edge of the water directly in my path.  Instead of going around him, I watched him.

He drew a diamond outline in the sand and placed four objects on the points.  He put a small coconut in the west, a date pit in the north, a scallop shell in the south and a round, brown spiky pod in the east.  I asked him if the objects in each position meant something significant.  He shrugged.  Then I asked him why he'd chosen to place each of them in the assigned position.  His reply was, "Every position is north."  He could tell I was mulling his answer so he elaborated further.  He said, "A position just depends on where you're looking.  It's how you're perceiving."  He never told me what the objects meant but his short answers were thought provoking.

In an attempt to find out more about him I asked his name.  He only laughed in response.  Eventually he offered up a few facts.  He had lived near the beach his whole life.  He said he washed up there eons ago.  I wondered why he'd never left the area.  He said he didn't need to.  He had learned about all of life's teachings by living alone and being near the ocean.

He squatted further down with his eye against the sand.  He told me he could "see universes in a handful of sand."  Then a remarkable thing happened.  He picked up one grain and placed it in mine.  As I studied it, the grain seemed to grow at least six inches large.  Then it dissolved into many grains.  Still wondering who he was I asked him his name again.  He laughed again but this time responded, "Oh call me Sam."

As time went on and the news about Bin Laden's death became more probing and soul-searching on the part of the media I thought about "Oh call me Sam" and what he told me about perspective.  If every position is north as he said, then maybe all we need to do is look "up" (or north) for guidance in interpreting any of life's situations.  I did that in relation to Bin Laden's death and my perspective shifted.  All I felt was a deep sadness and tearful compassion for everyone involved on that fateful day. 

I later read that the Dalai Lama said Bin Laden's "actions were destructive - - - and his action must be brought to justice."   He also said, "we must have compassion and concern, even for terrorists like Bin Laden."   In compassion I found myself offering up the Hawaiian Huna prayer much more frequently: I love you; I am so sorry; Please forgive me; Thank you!   

Maybe that's the universe Sam perceived in a handful of sand.  It was a very temporal one.  Like he said, "it depends on where you're looking."  Or in the Dalai Lama's words, where your heart is.

 

Jo - June 2011

Keeping the Candles Lit!

Keeping the Candles Lit!

"Japan Struggles to Contain Radioactive Leak" - "Fighting Continues in Libya" - "Widespread Cracking on Southwest Planes" - "Taliban Bombs Pakistani Shrine" "Oil Continues to Wash Up on Gulf Shores" - "Quran Burning Sparks UN Staff Slaughter." In just two hours those international headlines filled the air. The national and local news about murders, rapes, dying dolphins, budget cuts and government shutdowns wasn't much better.

This never-ending dose of "news" permeates worldwide consciousness threatening to derail the good intentions of everyone. And why call it "news?" There's nothing "new" about any of it. Rather, it's the same tired litany of fear and anxiety repackaged weekly with a different name or theme. It's very difficult to make sense out of all that's happening on the planet now, even as we're witnessing the labor pains of the new world. But maintaining that image can be daunting, especially when it feels like the world has gone mad.

People of consciousness hear the planetary distress call wondering if they can really do anything to help. Lately, it's not unusual to hear even the strongest and most grounded of practitioners expressing growing feelings of hopelessness or worse, apathy. They say they're overwhelmed or stressed out by all that's happening. Many are withdrawing internally from the endless barrage of things gone wrong, no longer wanting to be part of the outer world. Others share feelings of great sadness that holds them captive. They're unable to keep their own candles lit much less for others.

Some say resistance is futile. Others, that what you resist persists. The phrase, resistance is futile, comes from The Borg in the Star Trek Series. The Borg assimilated everything in their path on a quest to attain perfection. Each species they encountered had an image of one part of the elephant believing that to be the entire elephant. The Borg however wanted to know the entire elephant by merging every species into their collective. But, their mechanical approach to existence was devoid of any empathic feeling. The endless assimilation worked until the discovery that individuals could indeed become disconnected from the hive of the collective.

As the proliferation of fear, negativity and bad feelings continues to affect mass consciousness, we too can disengage from the news-hive of despair. Resistance is not futile nor an option. We know why we came here and what we're charged with doing. But it's going to take extraordinary courage and great strength to hold our vision of the elephant in the face of overwhelming contradictions.

Just as the "news collective" paints one picture of fear in the daily stories, there are so many other uplifting stories that are never shown. Seek them out. We have powerful tools at our disposal. In a universe made up entirely of sound waves, every thought has a meaning, creates an image, and defines the form. We can align ourselves with the good stories giving ourselves an empathetic sonic reprieve. But it will take purposeful intention, firm beliefs, and constant vigilance. We have to create and experience a reality different from what is presented to us every day.

While it's hard, and we're tired of the never-ending saga, we have to keep all our candles lit! The shared vision is of a neighborly world with people caring about one another. We can counter-balance the negative effects that currently predominate through small acts of service. It can start with something as little as a smile even when our own troubles feel insurmountable. We all need help now and then, but perhaps a neighbor needs a helping hand a little bit more. The act of reaching out takes us out of "our stuff" and puts us into a different frequency of helping.

Thousands of people holding soothing images can create a new mold for the world. That's how we keep the candles lit. But, we have to do this right now! And, it needs to be done daily for the next six months! Especially when the news seems darkest. Especially when the struggle seems against all odds. Especially when we're exhausted and feel we're doing this alone. Especially when it's so hard to stand up to the onslaught and still be positive. If we don't do it who will?

The collective healing will become real. It will happen if we affirm and hold the vision of our part of the elephant. In the greatest darkness we are not alone! There are hundreds of thousands also holding lit candles with us! Turn around and you'll see them glowing in the stories of high school football players feeding the hungry; of an 8-year old boy giving thousands of teddy bears to less fortunate kids because "every kid needs a teddy bear"; of other young children sending their allowances to the Tsunami victims; of neighbors reading to the blind; of a community's response to a family burned out of their home. Those stories seldom make the headlines, but in them we see lit candles keeping the darkness at bay!

Jo - May 2011

Sound Healing a Tree

"Sound and music will become the medicine of the future."  When I read those words of the American psychic Edgar Cayce 40 years ago I had no idea that I'd live to see sound as a healing tool or that I'd be actively involved in it.  Yet, sound and sound healing appears to be a topic in the forefront of the scientific and spiritual communities.  If you Google the word "Sound" you'll see almost one billion results while the words "Sound Healing" has 2.7 million results.  Sound Healing is a modality whose time has come as evidenced by the preponderance of practitioners, researchers, professionals and students actively immersed in it.

 

For years I've studied sound with esoteric teachers.  I read about and researched scientific documents and spiritual manuscripts on the subject.  I imaged it in sacred visionary art.  And I learned about vibration and frequency at intensive seminars and retreats.  Finally, after years of study, I experienced sound at a profoundly deep and personal level while in a state of meditation.  Instead of understanding sound at a mental or intellectual level, I became sound.  The experience was so powerful I knew it was time to teach others how to understand it, hear it, feel it, and experience it.  But my experiential lessons were not over yet for spirit wanted me to put into practice what I'd learned about sound throughout all those years! 

 

In the summer of 2010 I planted a six foot tree to replace one lost in a storm.  Though not as hardy as its predecessor it flourished through the fall.  Then in December a wind-storm struck the tree, tearing its trunk into 3 pieces and leaving the pieces hanging by shredded bark.  The obvious choice was to bemoan the loss, dig it up and plant something else.  But an inner voice whispered, "heal it!"  So, instead of cutting it down, the 3 limbs were pulled together and stitched up with duct tape.

 

I talked with the tree, telling it what I was going to do.  I knew that everything in the universe was vibration and that intention, imagination and sound could heal.  I told the tree that it was going to heal and that I would use sound vibrations to assist it.  So, every day when I passed the tree, I put my hands around the swollen bandaged area and toned harmonics and sound into it.  I visualized the 3 limbs coming together as whole and complete.  I saw the sap within the small trunk bringing life to the severed area.  I continued doing that for two months.

 

In March, just a few weeks before the vernal equinox, the tree looked like it was going to bud.  I held out hope, sensing that it might return to life.  One of the limbs was robust, filled with deep green leaves and red flower buds.  The other two limbs didn't look as healthy.  Still, I continued talking to it, sounding it, and toning healing notes into it.

 

The great Sufi mystic Inayat Khan said sound can be magnetized by the voice of the singer and that "the closer to nature it is kept the more powerful and magical it becomes."  The photo above is the tree in Spring of 2011.  While one side is clearly more vibrant than the other, nonetheless there are small leaves and red flowers on the other two limbs.  The tree was talked with and sounded with healing tones almost every day.  It appears to have survived its ordeal.  Some might say that you can "fix" anything with duct tape.  I know that daily doses of sound healed it!

 

Jo - April 2011 

REMEMBER MIKE!

Remember Mike!

"No no, I can't accept that.  It's too much. I can't let you do that!"  One of the women had just given the other a most meaningful gift of true friendship.  But the receiver would not allow herself to accept the generosity of her friend.  I watched the interchange as the protests continued from one to the other.   Seeing the impasse I stepped between them and offered this story to both of them.

After a year of searching, I found a kitchen cabinet island that perfectly matched the granite kitchen countertops.  The online order was so heavy it had to be shipped to the local UPS store.  I called Mike, the owner of the store and told him to be on the lookout for it and to warn him that it weighed over 250 pounds.  I also learned that the island cabinet had to be assembled so I asked Mike if he knew a handyman that could assemble it for me.  He didn't know of anyone so I figured I'd have to find one after the rolling cabinet was delivered.

About two weeks later there was a knock at the front door.  When I opened the door there was UPS Mike with the heavy shipment.  It wasn't in a shipping box.  The cabinet had been assembled.  Mike had rolled it up the driveway and wanted to place it in the kitchen for us.  I was flabbergasted with what he'd done.  Not only had he assembled it on his own time, but he had personally delivered it in his pickup truck. 

I offered to pay Mike for his labor and effort but he refused.  I insisted.  He still refused, saying it was his way of helping his customers.  Realizing he would not take any money, I went to a local restaurant and bought a gift card of dinner for two.  Very proudly I went to the UPS store and gave it to Mike.  He looked at the card, looked at me, and wistfully asked "Why did you do that?"  I said I wanted to show my appreciation.  Mike said, "But in doing that you just diminished my gift to you."  I felt about 6 inches tall.

When I told my friend that story, she got tears in her eyes and said she had never thought of a gift in that way before.  I assured her neither had I.  But I always remembered what Mike had done and more importantly what he'd said about diminishing his gift.  You see, Mike gave me much more than an assembled kitchen cabinet.  He taught me the true meaning of gift-giving and gift-receiving.  He taught me that it was okay to receive without one-upmanship.  He taught me that the gift of the heart cannot be genuinely given unless there's a receiver willing to accept and allow the gift.   

The three of us had an emotional hug as we digested the story of Mike.  When you're next tempted to refuse or overcompensate for a gift someone has done for you, Remember Mike! 

Jo - March 2011

Archangel Visits

Archangel Visits

"I have to go; the five Archangels are coming in an hour!" she said.  My mind raced as I visualized a group of costumed individuals from one of the many theater troupes in town, dropping in to my friend's house that Sunday evening.  But it wasn't a visiting theater group.  She explained that the Archangels had been visiting homes in the area, passed from one friend to another.  A sacred ritual was performed as each person who agreed to host them for five days, welcomed them with an altar, a white flower, lit candle, fruit, and 3 wishes - one for the planet, one for family or friends, and one for themselves.

I followed her story intently as she relayed her daily experiences with the Archangels.  She'd greeted them at her front door at 10 pm on a Sunday night, welcoming them into her home and inviting them to honor and bless the three wishes she'd placed on the altar.  She said she felt a large, powerful presence come into the house.  For the five days, she felt as though someone was living in the house with her.  She felt safe, protected and full of peace.  For the five days, she spoke to them constantly, inviting them to go in the car with her when she went to work.  Experiencing some challenging times, she asked them to help stabilize all aspects of her life. She said each time she had a "conversation" with them, she felt assured that all would turn out well.  And so it did for in five days, her dormant business sprang to life, she discovered new income sources, and she found more affordable housing.

My personal relationship with Archangels or Guardian Angels began when I was four years old and living in Antigua in the West Indies.  My great-aunt Rose had a beautiful painting of a Guardian Angel standing watch over a little girl and boy as they crossed a stream.  The painting always fascinated me.  I sensed there really were Angels around and if I studied the image carefully I'd figure out how to see them all the time.  But Aunt Rose had placed it too high over the big pedestal bed for me to get a good look at it.  So I often jumped up and down on the bed flying high in the air to see it better though she often admonished me to stop jumping on the bed for fear I'd fall off. 

One day she was busy doing something so I decided that would be the day to really examine the Angel painting.  I jumped higher and higher on the bed, each leap propelling me closer to the ceiling.  In a moment of delight I realized I was airborne just like the Angel.  But in that same moment I lost my balance and reached out for something to stop my fall.  Those were the days long before OSHA so the only thing available was a live electrical socket protruding from the wall. As I grabbed it, a powerful jolt of electricity ran through me.  As my body was thrown off the bed I felt vibrations everywhere and saw light in myself and everything around me.  In a stunned "in-between state" I knew it was my angel cushioning my fall and letting me "see" her.

Remembering that event vividly, I asked my friend if we could host the archangels.  She sent us the instructions and we began preparing for the arrival of Michael, Uriel, Gabriel, Raphael and Metatron.  Setting up an altar on the counter was easy.  We bought a white carnation, got a long tapered white candle, and an apple.  We carefully wrote out our three wishes, placing them on the altar near the candle.  We then waited for them.  As 10 pm approached on the appointed day, we lit the candle and opened the front door to welcome them into the house. 

Though it was a warm, still, clear, night a rush of cool air swept past us into the foyer.  As we closed the front door, we noticed the candle flame on the altar flickering.  The hair on my arms stood up like an electrical current was running through me just as it had in my angelic childhood experience. Both of us felt a powerful presence had come into the room especially when the candle continued to flicker for almost ninety seconds.  Asking the obvious question, "Are you here?" it stabilized.

We hosted the Archangels for five days.  During that time, everything was filled with harmony around us.  Synchronistic events took place daily, confirming for us the angelic presence.  As we told others about our experiences they asked to be hosts.  Before long, they were visiting friends of friends of friends all over southwestern Florida and indeed, all over the world.  People were calling, writing, or begging for the Archangels to come to their homes - especially after they learned of the amazing experiences that were being reported.  Several wanted them to arrive on birthdays, gifting themselves the Archangels.  One received insight to work with animal rescue, something she'd always been drawn to.  Many took them to work as helpers on the job.  Another who "skinny-dipped" in her pool every day said she felt the Archangel's presence so strongly in the house that she was compelled to wear a bathing suit.  Every person reported a powerful happening or experience during the five days they hosted the angels.

One young woman told her fiancé about the Archangels.  He was so moved by some of the stories he arranged his work schedule so he could be home to prepare the altar and welcome the Archangels with her.  It was a fortuitous meeting for him, especially as he asked the Archangels to go to work with him.  While he was on a high ladder next to a power line, the transformers blew up, sending him flying backwards off the ladder.  He was strapped in properly to his safety line so instead of falling to his death, he was carried safely to the ground.  He said he was simply "placed on the ground."  When he realized what had happened and that he should have been electrocuted, he fell to his knees, thanking the Archangels for being there at that moment. 

When I heard his story I was struck by the similarities of my own as a four-year old child.  Both of us had a budding interest in the Archangels.  Both of us had connected with them.  Both of us had almost been electrocuted.  It was a powerful confirmation that the Archangels had always been there for me.  I was reminded of the time when Archangel Michael appeared on the side panel of a white truck confirming a trip to Peru. 

The Archangel visits are confirmation to all of us that if we ask them for help they will be there; and they will never leave us.  In these turbulent times of rising consciousness who wouldn't welcome a little help from our spiritual guardians. If you'd like more information on the Archangels Visits and the rituals that go with it, please send an email with your name and city to jo@starsoundings.com.  Remember, you must agree to send the Archangels from your home to at least one other person.  I look forward to hearing your stories.

Jo - February 2011

Jan. 2011 A Matter of Perspective

The simple act of turning the calendar page from the old year to the new is like buying a lottery ticket.  As the old year is put to rest, the New Year opens wide to endless possibilities.  It conjures up anticipation, hope and belief that things are surely going to be better.  That expectation is even more pronounced as one decade closes and another opens, affording a brief window of time to reflect on the past decade and brace for the new one.  How we interpret events and changes is a matter of perspective.

Was it only ten years ago that we held our collective breaths wondering if the world would come to an end at midnight on Dec. 31, 1999 when all the large computer systems on the planet crashed?  The apocalyptic prophecies of a Y2K disaster fizzled when January 1st dawned and the lights were still on.  The Y2K scenario was the start of a decade of fear and double-speak as a tool to control human behavior.  The turmoil and upheavals unbalanced institutions, governments, and the environment, worldwide.  Our safe little world had not come crashing down in the way we thought.  But by the end of the decade computers, social networks, twitter, texts, and smart phones were in fact controlling our lives even more.  Whether those changes were good or bad was simply a matter of perspective.  Or age.

"Hanging chads" called into question a presidential election in 2000?  Black Americans were delayed at roadblocks so they were unable to vote in that election.  But the orderly transfer of power occurred despite the chads and politics, ten years later, the first African American has been elected President.  The Gulf of Mexico was at the top of international news at the start and end of the decade.  In 2000 a little Cuban boy found floating in the Gulf was caught up in international politics before being returned home to his father.  Ten years later the Gulf was again in the news as millions of gallons of oil floated on the water creating an environmental disaster. 

That oil spill showed that ecological management had not much improved since  hurricane Katrina devastated the region.  Global climate changes now routinely show the effects of human mismanagement on all the ecosystems of the planet.  In the last ten years the polar ice caps receded so much Hudson Bay was void of sea ice.  And the Amazon River, largest in the world, is in an alarming drought paralyzing fishing and transportation on the river.  Some say it's climate change, others that it's a normal cycle.  It's still a matter of perspective.

Despite the embarrassments, WikiLeaks showed that government "secrets" were only secrets in the minds of the beholders.  We learned that open countries really wanted to cooperate with one another towards peace as behind the scenes they diplomatically reconsidered their sponsorship of closed regimes.  We always sensed that Gordon Gecko type greed was behind the financial crisis affecting everyone on the planet but WikiLeaks revealed the documents.  Through technology the "little people" had access to any type of information instantaneously via the internet, satellites, and social media networks.  The promised governmental "information age" had been delivered but it was only a matter of perspective as to whom or how it was interpreted.

On a personal note, feelings of optimism and hope abound since turning the calendar to 2011.  Our recent holiday travels included a return trip to NYC where we visited Ground Zero for the fourth time.  You might wonder why it was necessary to continue returning there.  It's because that place holds special significance in my life for I was supposed to be at a meeting in the north tower on the morning of 9/11. 

The recent visit to the site however felt so energetically different from previous visits.  Instead of the blanketing feelings of death, sorrow, and sadness that always seemed to permeate the area, the "hole" as it was called, resonated with new life.  A massive rebuilding effort is underway day and night, as thousands of workers construct the new memorial, museum, and the five sky-scrapers to replace the TwinTowers.

Ten years after 9/11 there's a palpable feeling of vibrancy, hope, and pride at the site.  You can see it in the faces of the hard-hat workers, the police officers standing duty on the streets, and even the tourists who mill around the area.  While dozens stand in line to sponsor a cobblestone for the memorial, many more stand respectfully at the shrines of the fire-fighters honoring their sacrifices not with tears but with admiration.  All look expectantly at the 48 stories that have been completed at one of the towers. 

The same feelings of optimism that happen when turning the page of the calendar from the old year to the new are happening at what has become a world monument in NYC.  The reflecting pools that now stand in the footprints of the old towers, the gardens and the memorial museum are scheduled to re-open on 9/11/2011.   The silver spire of the tallest skyscraper, World Trade 1, will pierce the sky at 1,776 feet, standing as a symbol of the eternal spirit of humanity.  It will proclaim to the world that the TradeCenter has been rebuilt and that out of anguish and grief the page has been turned to one of new life.  This spire affirms that it's much more than a matter of perspective.

Through the endless wars, we've lived in a decade where some have chosen to paint all Muslims with the brush of terrorism, even though the vast majority is law abiding and abhor terrorism as much as we do.  Those who see the world as dangerous and fearful live in a state of constant siege.  Meanwhile, others have seized the opportunity to embrace diversity by bringing the two sides together. 

With the New Year and a new decade dawning, we have a magical opportunity to bring forth a bright new consciousness in ourselves and thus into the world.  The choice is ours!  It's all a matter of our perspective.

Jo - January 2011

Ascension Revisited

Ascension Revisited

My well-ordered world shifted in late 2005 after the death of my mother.  At the time, I couldn't explain what was welling up from inside but sensed my life was about to dramatically change.  It did.  A stellar job, a long term relationship, life-long friends, and a lifestyle that left me wanting for nothing, ended. 

Suddenly unencumbered,  I relocated to Sarasota Florida, moved into an empty house with my "desert island" books, some CD's and a few folding chairs.  In the uncluttered serenity of the house I spent hours in meditation trusting in the unseen and unknowable.  Within a very short time, new friends appeared who had similar interests in spiritual topics.  (You know who you are!)  They felt more familiar than people I'd known all my life.   

That move and those friends set a spiral in motion that allowed me to know Ascension not from what I'd read in books but as an experience.   I learned Ascension was about rising up out of the old to something much more beautiful, like a butterfly emerging from the caterpillar state. 

It's been five years since that move.  My personal changes were evident in 2005, but in retrospect the energies of Ascension moved me into completely new spiritual directions.  I still had the old skills that had served me well, but now I was using them differently.  Instead of organizing business projects like I did in my old life, I was now organizing spiritual events and ceremonies.  Instead of training new managers I was now teaching others how to use meditation and dreams to find their life purpose.  Instead of climbing the corporate ladder with an executive mentor, I was now on a level path with a spiritual master.  I discovered that I could live cheaper and on much less by getting rid of clutter and things I no longer needed.  I found I didn't have to be a consumer to be happy, instead joy was found through simple things like the magic of scent, sound and color in my small garden.  Most importantly, I learned that my beliefs, thoughts and actions affected not only my small circle of influence, but also had consequences in the unseen world.

 

Ancient texts and modern oracles said that in this time called Ascension the earth and humanity would move from the 3^rd dimension to the 4^th.  Today, it certainly feels like we're living in two worlds.  Part of humanity continues to squarely inhabit the 3^rd while the other is gently sliding into the 4^th.  While the 3D world continues to be stable and solid, has laws governing it, and functions in old familiar ways, it is visibly changing.  Physically, the oceans are warming, ice caps are melting, and food sources are drying up.  Mentally there's angst, fear and uncertainty about the future.  Emotionally, wars continue to be fought at a personal and tribal level.  On the spiritual level religion is being questioned as individuals struggle to understand its long held role amid their personal search for truth.

On the 3^rd Dimensional level, we continue to react to old problems with stagnant ideas.  Fear and anxiety govern most actions.  When changes do happen, most feel powerless to do anything about them.  In that dimension it's hard to hope for better solutions or to experience a better life. 

In the 4^th Dimensional level ease predominates.  In that dimension, form is shaped by thought, time is instantaneous, and consciousness alters both the third and fourth dimensions.  On the physical level disease is managed energetically or is non-existent.  On the mental level the nature of the soul is explored.  On the emotional level high ideals drive behavior.  Finally, on the spiritual level the goal is experiencing enlightenment.  Those in fourth dimensional consciousness know they are part of a mystical journey that will birth a lighter and more refined state of human. 

So where are we collectively on Ascension?  We're in the initiation phase.  But how we move through it is up to each individual.  If you're reading these articles on Ascension, you're probably aware of some of these changes.  Thirty years ago very few people would have seen the articles much less known about the topic.  Today thousands of articles and websites like it are widely read online.  The entire world has become wirelessly connected by keystrokes or through the latest images on nightly news. 

If you Google "Ascension of Earth" 4.8 million references appear.  A search on "Spirituality" generates 32.5M results while a search on "Life Purpose" yields 92.7 million references.  If you type the word "God" on the Google reference line 427 million hits occur.  All of these "hits" tell a story, provide information, or share obscure or arcane knowledge on spiritual topics.  If you spend focused time online, in meditation, or in intensely creative endeavors, you'll find yourself existing between the alpha and theta brain-wave stage where you'll often lose track of time, space, or even your physical needs.  These activities take you out of the 3^rd dimension and into the 4^th where a fluid world, filled with new concepts, inspiring ideals and endless possibilities exist.

But in 4^th Dimensional consciousness, there's a noticeable change.  What we think about the universe and our relation to it is much more heart-centered.  We're able to feel compassion for the global family that is desperately trying to erase feelings of lack, separation, and fear.  More than that, we are actively engaged in a solution, and committed to making the world a better place.  Through effortless efforts our thoughts, our behaviors, and our beliefs are focused on that goal!

During this time of Ascension, more and more people are searching for and finding spiritual ideals, teachers, masters or practices to guide them.  They've heard the real call of their life's purpose and are acting upon it.  No longer slaves to the rational world, they now work with complementary "Soul Groups" offering self-less service and loving healing to others.  They know they do not have to be physically present to affect change.  They only have to be present in consciousness. 

These are the initiates of Ascension whose thoughts and behavior, flowing freely through the 4^th dimension, entrains others who are on the same wave-length.  In this quantum field filled with hope and love, global consciousness is collectively uplifted.  Ascension means courageously living from the heart center, and compassionately caring about the plight of our fellow humans. In that dimensional place, a new world built on love and harmony evolves and together we all ascend.

Jo - December 2010

CARRIER WAVES

The Carrier Waves

At one of our gatherings on behalf of the people and wildlife affected by the Gulf oil spill, I watched the waves' crest, splash down, and push a foamy residue to shore.  The waves came in a rhythmic cycle, moving through the water as if they had been created by an unseen guidance system.  This force propelled the waves forward even as the water itself appeared not to move. 

Every so often, a larger wave, more powerful than the others, came.  It was a Carrier Wave moving with much greater force and speed and causing delighted squeals from the children playing in the surf as the wave tumbled over them.  The big wave carried a different pattern as it pushed ahead of the smaller waves coming in behind it.  The smaller, mimicking the mold of the larger wave, revealed cycles within cycles.

 

The endless waves were a metaphor of cycles that have been happening on earth for eons.   They served as a reminder that within the endless repetitions of smaller cycles, a guiding force was unfolding a greater plan within a much bigger cycle.  Two years shy of 2012 (the end of the Mayan Fifth World) we're witnessing the collapse of infrastructures and institutions that no longer serve the incoming waves.  Banking, health-care, education, jobs, governments, religion, and political parties are being challenged on all fronts.  Citizens of most countries, content in viewing their world from one perspective only, now face the prospect of a new normal. 

Yet, another Carrier Wave is approaching that will re-balance the seats of power and influence.  Different countries and unique individuals are stepping forward to lead the world into its next wave of unfolding.  These individuals are directing changes from small mindedness to big heartedness.  But who are they and where did they come from?  They are us! 

Perhaps it was the brilliant sun beating down on the beach that afternoon, but in a flash of inspiration I heard an inaudible voice say "All is well!"  Those three words spoke volumes at a cellular and energetic place within my being.  In the state where inspiration is transmuted into a state of "knowing" I was filled with an all-pervading hope.  I experienced the Gulf's waves as "the waves" of those who had come before.  Amid perceived darkness, they brought uplifting messages to the planet from unseen worlds.  At that moment I knew that in all periods of history, whether in good or bad times, messengers have always come to help the cause of humanity.

From the gruesome wave of the Dark Ages to the Age of Enlightenment, the messengers arrived in Carrier Waves one after another, breaking up the old belief systems and replacing them with new ideas and thoughts.  As each older generation died out, they carried with them on the outgoing tide, the beliefs that had sustained them.  With their departure from the world of existence, the consciousness still on earth was being prepared for new ideas to be brought forward when the next wave crested.  

The incoming idea-messengers came as soul groups migrating onto a planet that was ready for new thinking.  Though the mass of humanity was not aware of the impact at the time, these messengers and their messages moved through the medium of our collective consciousness, wiping the sands clean and bringing in new ideas and beliefs.  Some were "Carrier Wave Groups" whose messages had a much greater and longer lasting impact than the smaller though still significant groups that quietly went about implementing the new patterns.  Each collective Soul Group held an ideal, a thought, or a message, that was contained within the medium of the Great Carrier Wave.   The ideals or thought-forms held weight according to its nature.  High ideals of universal love were lighter than air, while fear, hatred and death were heavy, dragging everyone down. 

Influential Carrier Wave Soul-Groups came to earth in the mid-1800's to the mid-1900's embodying the universal balance of dark and light.  Some appeared with peaceful uplifting messages while others were intent on war and destruction.  Though they were raised in different cultures and countries, these messengers had a profound consequence on the world stage, affecting countries, religions and science.  Their orderly arrival, coming on the heels of the departing groups who ushered in the Revolutions of the 1700's, created an opening for "new thought" concepts to take hold.

 

Members of the dark Yin Soul Group (Adolph Hitler, Franklin Roosevelt, Winston Churchill, Joseph Stalin) changed the map of the world by waging 'the greatest war civilization has known.'  Yet a spiritually oriented Yang Soul Group (Yogananda, Alice Bailey, Thomas Edison, NiKola Tesla, Susan B. Anthony, Edgar Cayce) balanced the Yin.  They arrived as a group of light-workers who left far greater legacies after their departure than while they were on earth.  As the Yin group brought darkness, death and destruction to earth, the Yang group balanced the atmosphere of the planet with illuminated concepts like metaphysics, electricity, women's rights, electro-magnetic energy, education, sustainable agricultural, psychic phenomena and the even more spiritually advanced notion of human divinity.  

During World War II, as 70 million souls left the planet, they carried away with them the horrors of a world at war.  As that wave receded consciousness was prepared for a more awakened planet.  The incoming Carrier Wave known as Baby Boomers returned in mass numbers.  The Yang Group, whose values were decidedly against conflict, marched against war, saw the unity of all races, and preached love, harmony, and respect for the environment.  The balancing Yin Group of the Baby Boomer Carrier Wave became tycoons of business influencing a capitalist mentality that created extravagant consumerism and the accumulation of money.  

About fifty years after this wave arrived, the ideals they brought somewhat converged.  While pillaging the earth created wealth for many, they realized that the by-products of that activity caused pollution which affected everyone.  When rampant consumerism filled homes and then landfills with unnecessary products, the economic downturn raised the question, "Why do we need all this stuff?" 

Smaller waves were already considering a different way to live harmoniously on the planet.  Billionaires like Bill Gates who created the age of personal computing, turned his formidable wealth into a charitable foundation which increased opportunities for hundreds of million of people in developing countries to overcome hunger and poverty.  Others, seeking to uplift planetary consciousness, turned to science and religion for answers.  They explored NikolaTesla's work in Quantum Physics which said we are not separated from each other, or from our surroundings.  They embraced Spiritual giants like Paramahansa Yogananda, Ernest Holmes and Vivekananda whose teachings said humans are not separate from God but are divine spirits.  Yin and yang, science and religion were coming together. 

Like all wave-cycles before it, the Baby Boomer Carrier Wave must also pass.  But there's an even greater wave right behind it that carries spectacular Group Souls who will enrich and transform our current spiritual ideals into practical form.  Some call them Indigo, Rainbow, or Crystal children.  We already see them in the young people of all nations who seem to know more at their age than we did at the same age.  They are already stepping forward into roles that belie their youth.  They are challenging governmental authorities, asking for better treatment of all people, and advocating respect for the planet.  

These are the magnificent children of the New Earth Spiritual Carrier Wave.  With ideas of universal love and global harmony, they are committed to the spiritual illumination to the planet.  As our wave departs, we can surely take heart in knowing the cycles continue.  In gratitude to the "unseen force" propelling the cycles within the cycles, the next Carrier Wave is here!  Earth is in the beautiful hands of a new generation of messengers.  And as the inaudible voice on the beach said, "All is well!"

Jo - November 2010