Here we are, perhaps a hundred people, sitting outside on the patio at Granlibakken Resort, Lake Tahoe, at 8:00 at night, waiting for the starships to show up.
I hope the staff doesn’t know what we’re doing. We’ve all got our little tin-hats on and we’re shining laser pointers at the sky.
I’m not a narrative writer and realized, after a number of false starts today, that I probably couldn’t write a summary of events. That just isn’t the way my mind works. But I’d probably be able to give one or two impressions.
First of all, Linda is such a master at delivering workshops that I need to acknowledge that right off the bat. All of us have our talents and that is surely one of hers.She led us through an exercise where we connected heart-to-heart. After the tenth person, I was positively love-drunk.
Most of our work today has been around clearing. Still more core issues and false grids. I’m seeing that love emerges from the inside out and as long as the already-existing density of our bodies is multiplied by the knots of issues and old business, then love has to battle its way through. This work that Linda is doing is like an internal massage. It’s getting rid of the knots and tension spots.
Old friendships are being renewed, lots of information being traded – on energy, portals, crystal, transmutation, etc. – and new connections and partnerships are being made. I’ve recruited a new editor. New foundations are being negotiated to get the post-Reval abundance out.
I’ve heard information on how mercenaries and soldiers are being persuaded to lay down their arms, but, if I named the source, well, they probably wouldn’t be here day after tomorrow.
Lightworkers seem to go through stages in their lightwork together. When we come together for the first time in meet-ups, we’re often most eager to share. We aren’t able to talk about this work with family and friends and seeing each other in meet-up brings a great deal of release and a desire to just plain talk.
Here at a conference, though, there’s more time and less urgency. People seem more settled and balanced and the love that’s flowing around the room is positively buoyant. In the three years I’ve been coming here, people have become more self-confident, in charge, balanced, and proactive.
How to talk about how this work proceeds? At the risk of using a well-worked metaphor, it’s as if we’re in a chrysalis and the butterfly is forming.
If you asked a caterpillar how she plans to become a butterfly, chances are she’d stare at you in incomprehension.
If it knew, that it becomes a butterfly only after ts own body turns to mush, it might turn and run the other way, tripping over its many legs as it goes.
The caterpillar doesn’t how it transforms. But the butterfly does. We won’t know the way to transform looking forward but it’ll be crystal clear looking back.
Before I leave you, there is one thing I can’t avoid mentioning. The meals here are “out of this world,” to coin a phrase. For breakfast I had … get ready … cheese blintzes, cinnamon buns, scrambled eggs, pears, strawberries, yogurt, and that’s just what I remember.
But it’s cold out here and I haven’t recovered from my 36-hour train ride. I may not wait for the hoped-for procession to appear. I’ll have to hear from the rest of the folks whether the guys in the rafters showed, over cheese blintzes and cinnamon rolls tomorrow.