So what was it like to sit down with eighteen other lightworkers at a meet-up in Vancouver?
It was absolutely wonderful. At some point it seemed to hit us all that the people sitting around that table were probably the first ones we’d met in person (as a group) where we could safely talk about matters that could lose us the good regard and love of some of our families, co-workers, and friends. There was this moment when it suddenly struck us and I at least felt jubilant.
Yes, we had all been in touch with people on the Internet, but this was a chance to meet real people face-to-face and some (OK, me) were starved for facetime with another lightworker.
I could relax and let my non-existent (or perhaps higher-dimensional; i.e., unseen) hair down. I could ask outrageous questions and get outrageous answers and it would be OK.
The format was that, after a short meditation, everyone introduced themselves and had as much time as they needed to make sure that we knew how their lives had been, what challenges they faced, and what their hopes and dreams were. After that, we had a question-and-answer time that ranged from dimensionality to the Reval.
The other thing I noticed, and this I noticed in Seattle too, was how well-spoken and discerning everyone was. We weren’t talking about the price of avocados down the street. People weren’t shy or inarticulate. They were plugged in. They knew what was happening in the world – really happening. And their sense of what was coming was well-honed.
Also everyone had a sense of what they would do once the party begins. Some would be starting projects in Mexico; some in their own towns. People were working or wanted to work with the homeless, single mothers, children, alternative health, gemology.
Connections were made. Some were in the financial-flow end of things; others were at the project end. The people at the project end (this was in a conversation after the Meet-up) agreed to funnel information back to the people at the financial-flow end, who lack the information on the best ways to proceed, something that only folks on the ground would know.
One lightworker passed out 100K VND (Dong) notes to every attendee, which meant that everyone went home perhaps $300,000 richer (don’t know the rate for sure but it makes a great story to tell the grandchildren!). That’s more than most contributions from the elite at a presidential dinner. What a thrill that was! (It reminded me of how St. Germaine would leave a diamond on the placemat for each of his dinner-party guests when he was here during the reign of Louis the XVI.)
Many people related health challenges that they had had all their lives. That was also a theme and one that I notice at so many lightworker events. The health challenges are often to have us from other planets know what terrestrials are dealing with. Some were processing conditions for the planet; others had placed themselves in the health professions to share the knowledge they had gained.
Also thematic was the fact that people had had spiritual experiences, visitations, sightings and other marvellous events from their earlier years on.
As well, as is the case with so many lightworkers, most people were involved in creative lines of work, service occupations, or off-the-grid activities. This wasn’t a meeting of bankers and financiers – not that that work is somehow bad and wrong. It isn’t. But this was a meeting of servants of the Mother.
Some were from around here; others from Vancouver Island and the Fraser Valley; one was from Germany. Universally, some were from Arcturus; others Sirius; others the Pleiades. One woman quipped that she was from Pluto. We asked her if that meant that, after the Reval, she’d be a member of the Plutocracy. I could say what kingdoms people were from but I don’t want to embarrass anyone.
There were seven men and eleven women. I was surprised that there were even seven men, because often in spiritual groups, the women seem to vastly outnumber the men.
One man acknowledged the Divine-Goddess energy on the planet at this time and received a round of applause. It was quite clear to him that women were leading this show we’re all in.
We met in a restaurant and the ambient noise made it difficult at times to hear what people were saying (same thing in Seattle). When next we meet, two weeks from now, it’ll be in a local community center where the setting will hopefully be quieter. Some people went out for coffee and dinner after and the conversation continued.
I regret that I forgot to take a picture (again the same as in Seattle). Must tie a ribbon around my finger to remind myself next time.
I accomplished what I set out to do, which was to make new friends. All of sudden I feel I have a spiritual family in the flesh again, to complement my online friends and family.
In all respects, it was refreshing, invigorating and inspiring. Who’s next?