I’m waxing a little nostalgic as we pack and all the editors, hosts, moderators, transcribers, IT gurus, readers, listeners, and everyone else prepare to leave for Sedona.
There is the possibility – as there always is – that this last adventure may see the world completely change before it’s over. Not because we changed it. No. But because the whole round of rapid-fire and world-transforming events could begin in the midst of it all.
I’m looking back over a long personal journey since Len Satov on a drive with D’Arcy and me down to see Mother Meera in Bellingham in August 2008 asked me if I knew what was transpiring in 2012.
Of course I didn’t. But I said to him that I would do what I so often do in these circumstances – I’d create a dictionary of quotations online and test out his 2012 assertions. That dictionary was First Contact (1) and I still update it every day.
From there it was on to Galactic Roundtable discussion group, born of a request to help, and then the 2012 Scenario, born of an acute illness and time on my hands.
Len also had the most fascinating readings with an East-Coast medium named Linda Dillon. He would read them to me over coffee at Starbucks. I hung on every word.
I hesitated from August 2008 till Winter 2010 to actually make an appointment with Linda. I only did so after having had a startling dream of my twin flame, whom I gravitated to like iron filings to a magnet and couldn’t pull my cheek away from hers. There we were stuck together cheek to cheek.
Who was that masked lady? I had to ask Linda.
From my twin I went to Archangel Michael, who led me by gentle steps from one adventure to another. Contacts began behind the scenes on projects that remain confidential with people I can only mention by initials. Then Graham Dewyea asked if Linda would channel AAM in a radio show.
As the websites grew, they began to attract negative attention and as various projects failed to get off the ground, more criticism and debunking. But all through this, the soul group formed. Not around me. That’s a myth and I don’t need to feed it. I was as much a member of it as anyone else. It was more like stone soup, where one brought water, pot and firewood. Others brought carrots, potatoes and beef to make soup from what started out as just boiling water.
For instance, the conference belongs to Sierra. It was her idea from the get-go, no matter what one calls it. Dave and Stephen, with Anthony’s unstinting help, have done the heavy lifting. I’ve been let off easy to just keep scribbling on the site. The Hope Chest is Dave’s creation; Andrea runs the 2012 Scenario discussion group; InLight Radio is completely Graham’s baby; Sage, Achieving World Peace Now; Casey keeps it all running – all of it.
I get to muse, reflect and write. Life could not better be.
So many of us (you and I) have been together since the earliest Galactic Roundtable days when we prepared ourselves to assume leadership roles in the New Age fast approaching. So many of us are assuming or have now assumed those same forward positions.
In the face of intermittent ridicule from your family and friends, colleagues and acquaintances, you’ve kept the faith even when expected events, promised trips, and highly-touted manifestations did not materialize. It looked to our detractors like we were all surely quacks and crackpots. ETs, angels, pots of gold.
Inappropriate jokes like calling small spaceships “black limos” have dogged us to this day and invite allegations that we work for “the minions” and the CIA. A willingness to persevere is labelled a failed promise to retire, etc. Our inability to afford conferences ourselves is seen as a failure to support others. But we’ve had no money to attend other people’s events. We had to create our own if we were ever to get to a conference.
And most recently we’re accused of having deep pockets when most of us are not employed and lead a fairly hand-to-mouth existence, assisted by a few kind people who’ve taken an active interest in our work and have kept the wolf from the door.
It’s been a long journey and we hear fabulous tales of magnificent events to come. But that isn’t what keeps my faith alive; I can’t speak for others, but I know in my heart that I serve the Divine Mother and always have and that’s what drives me. The sight of Sri Ramakrishna or Archangel Michael is all the reward I seek for work that traces back to the mid-Seventies.
So I’m very, very grateful to the soul family – D’Arcy, Christina, K., R—y, Graham, Dave, Stephen, Anthony, Casey, Andrea, Karen, Sage – there’s far too many of you to name. And very grateful to readers and listeners without whom I’d be writing in a closet, talking to myself. It’s fun to have been Howdy Doody, his master’s voice, but Howdy Doody in a closet would have been unbearable.
So: waxing very nostalgic having a sense of what’s coming down the pike after a long, long journey. And feeling very, very grateful.