I thank Amber for her insights that started this whole discovery in motion. Months ago she dreamt of my connection to the dinosaur era known as the Cretaceous Period. Ambs has this incredible gift that shows itself with accuracy time and time again, and she chooses to share it with honouring and love, and for that I am eternally grateful.

I have been prompted by loved ones to start logging experiences, as they feel it has significance for others and ourselves. So here goes. With a pure heart and as much authenticity as an old tree…

On the way back from our honeymoon in beautiful Broome, I was adjusted on the plane. I was told that watching the sky from Gantheaume Point in Broome enables you to see the ”visitors” as they first enter our atmosphere. It was a lookout point and a place of communication with them. The words “star ship” and “skycraft” were what they called them.

Many locals congregate at this point and watch the sunset every night. Kids, teens, brothers, sisters, the elderly. On both nights we went there the local hippies of the area sat full lotus on the rocks with their arms up to the sun, eyes closed, and they honoured the light and life that comes from the Sun. I have photos of their smiling faces, and I hope they captured the beautiful moments we saw and experienced there.

Now, last nights happening. Carm rarely remembers his dreams and has only once or twice sleep talked. Carm was asleep on the couch and I tried to wake him to come to bed. He looked into my eyes and then pointed straight up towards the sky and says very calmly “They’re coming down”. I repeat what he’s just said and he nods in confirmation. Then he says “Everywhere in the sky” and I ask “Ships? Spaceships?”. No reply. He was silent and then slipped back into a deep sleep.

We had not been talking about UFOs, spaceships or stars….and I have not yet told him about what happened on the plane. He has no idea that I got info about space craft coming in at Broome. Ive always wondered where Carm and my connection existed in the past, and I think this is where it happened. He and I both are in love with Broome and always have been, and I think we’ve been there many many times before.

A sense of accomplishment. Is that really what gives us a life worth living - are they really telling us the truth? Or are they merely aiding the mass mutation of human beings and making striving machines? Finding your purpose in life (ie the thing you find with love and never ending enthusiasm to do) is definitely a solid foundation for a fulfilling life, and I encourage this wholeheartedly. But striving for ambition? Not at all. Ambition steers the individual and therefore society toward selfish goals, the almighty dollar, the pursuit of prestige, status, material possessions and the like. The current education system feeds this competitive nature. It delivers confused, lost and fearful teenagers into the world, too afraid to speak up, stand up and think for themselves. It is such a dire shame that these young minds are filled with this useless drivel. What is it to be free? It’s much more than making choices and being independent. For some, entertainment, movies, books, tv, shopping and radio are used as putty to fill the emptiness inside, (which is the Void/our origin). In reality this emptiness is aiding our evolution, and it requires our allowing, not our avoiding. I want you to know that its okay to feel this fleeting, and it is fleeting, uncomfortableness. Life IS colourful, life has its seasons, its rain, its sunshine, both within you and in the manifested world. The secret, the lesson that no high school teacher gave, is that observation and choosing not to identify with your fluctuating emotions is the key to freedom. They are happening inside you, but they are not you. The you that never changes is the real you. They never told you that the other true freedom is acceptance of what is, and not subscribing to the idea that you need to BE somebody. You dont need to be saintly, stealthy, noble or powerful. You need to find you and be you. That is all. In all your love and light and its varying degrees, just accept You. Find out who you are instead of filling your emptiness with distractions. The discovery will change your life, and you will soar with the birds and stars of the sky. Promise.

I have a song that plays a tune. You have a unique song too. And when we come together, our songs combine and another sound is born. And when you leave, I still have my song.

I tend to my song regularly and listen attentively. Some call it gardening the mind, or house cleaning. Harmony between the sounds. Peace in here means peace out there, and awareness cultivated is consciousness abound. I have constant companions who have been with me since the Void, and you have yours too. The ego, the critic, the voice inside your head (not to be confused with the one in your heart)… ego is with you now, has been and will be with you forever, so the choice to unite or separate is yours. You can wake up or you can remain asleep.

Life is neither good or bad, it just is. I remember often to thank all I see, breathe, eat, touch, hear, dance with. Close brushes with death will do that to you. I am alive and all I have is me, held by the moon and gazed at by the sun. I love and am loved. Genuinely, unconditionally, loved. Sure at times I dont feel loved when I look for it externally and it is then that internally, I look, and I find it.

I feel entirely free. I feel completely at ease. Nothing to reject, nothing to hold on to. All free, all me.

Special mentions today to all those who have made an impact on my life. You are eternally cherished and I feel incredibly blessed to know every one of you. Until we meet again…

<3

I find myself overwhelmed by the unrelenting love, compassion, understanding and acceptance I receive from a certain someone. I am not use to having this sent my way. She is the most beautiful soul I have ever EVER known, and I am eternally grateful…so why have I shut the world off, retreated, and why am I crying?

Its easier for me to take the knocks and blows because they are more familiar, because they keep me small and dont ask that I take courage and hope and dare to conquer by uniting. I keep others happy this way, feeding their need to fill their power roles and preconceived ideas, and my own ego benefits too: keeping others at arms length further allows me to control use of my time. Why am I afraid of my light/success/accomplishment/magnificence? Because failure is painful when the critic reigns, its lonely out here, and the pathway is new ground. It requires me to step out of all Ive known and come into the place where my benevolent soul dwells, alone yet one with it all…

A big part of me wants to yield, wants to burst with all the light I have and shine it out. Its the facet that knows all, feels all, unites all. And with certain people I absolutely become radiant with this part of myself. With others, not so easy.

Escape is not an option.

So what’s the solution? Keep self referred. Do what makes me happy. Break the mould that others have made for me, I am independent of their pigeon holes.

Come into the light.

Someone said to me recently that they think I’m “still searching”. Years ago another said the same thing, and its left some residue. So lets divulge.

Deciphered in my mind, to say that I am still searching speaks of being lost, that I am somehow not enough, that I don’t know who I am.

Ideas about identity arise. I am not my name, not my profession, not the suburb I live in, not the car I drive, not the brands I wear, not my body, not my thoughts, not my words. Attachment to any of these outer appearances means absolutely fuck all. So if I am not any of those things, then who am I?

True, there are always new things to discover about myself, but for the most part I know who I am. I’ve found the water well in my soul and its supply is inexhaustible. I have had the direct experience that all I’ll ever need is found within me, and this learning has been invaluable. The support group, cheer squad, guru, fortune teller and mentor is all within. As is the ego, discord, disruptions and all perceived separation, all of it; within. I am creator and destructor, game player and authentic lover. Here, I AM. Here I enjoy just Being, warts and all.  

It is where I begin, and where the world begins too. The inner is but a reflection of the outer, for the world is in me. There is an undeniable interconnection of all things.

We are dynamic, intricate, expansive spiritual beings who are so much more than all the religions and people of the world have told us. We are powerful, we effect our surroundings through thoughts and words, not just actions as we have been lead to believe. Try it out yourself. Notice how the way you perceive others is the way they behave, see how the way you perceive traffic on the roads, the “shitty” start to your day, the bills that come in your letterbox, see how they compound depending on how you see it. THIS is how powerful we are. From a place of responsibility and honour, the power we each have is there to be used for the greater good.    

If there is a search it is only in pursuit of integrating all the aspects of myself, in the name of fun. I have an affinity to the mysteries of existence, but still know that this search is fundamentally within. Science and Spirit are the two fields that I live in. Cellular memory is potent and alive. Ive known myself in ancient Rome, Parisian 1800’s, Indian orphanages, tribal councils and futures of ice blue. I am the mystery. I want to know all of me and this is where my greatest discoveries about life and the world we live in take place. This is my Becoming, its my remembering, its a harmonic fusion marrying all that I am.

Such paradoxes on this path. I see that this only one part of the puzzle. It is all part of the level of creation and manifestation, but ultimately the Void is where all stemmed forth. To be comfortably empty in the nothingness is to know the Void.  I inhabit this physical vessel, and one day this temple will become vacated from the manifested world, and I will know the maker because I will fully become her.

So if Ive found myself, then what is there to look for?
The continual expansiveness of who I am is a discovery that oscillates between Being and Becoming, and it never ends.

The question that the universe continues to constantly ask us is, what do you want? What do you really want?

The time is ripe with answers, for it is 11/11/11.

-I have a vision of a world where love and harmony reign between all things, mobile and immobile. Peace and compassion are the highest virtues expressed, and their constant presence on Earth is encouraged.

-To release all that does not serve me anymore. Ideas and ideals about needing to be perfect, being unworthy of love, being less than, these things are not helpful to my evolution, to opening my heart, to being able to love more. I see that the thoughts I yeild to is a choice between separation and unity. Let unity reign.

-To use my energy wisely, and be mindful of the thoughts I put out there. It does make a difference. My thoughts are magnetic, so I consciously choose. I choose only the highest good for myself and others.

-To continue to unite all aspects of myself and know myself fully. I wish to continue to harmonise with ego, self and spirit.

-I want to bathe others in beauty with my art and photography. I want their hearts and bodies to buzz with delight when they see and feel my work. I want to speak to people on a deep level and light a spark in them. I want to fill them with light and love.

-Everyday I want to wake and feel love in me and around me. I wake up energised and inspired to be the change I want to see in the world. I lead by example. I give from overflow because I have overflow, and from this space I inspire others to reach their potential. Humanity is my inspiration.

-To be thankful for everyday that I am alive. It is a gift to be here in this divine reality, able to function, feel and be free.

A birthing begins when we know what we want. Manifestation and creativity are our birthrights.

Humans, hear me now, please create consciously and for the good of all. We are one.

Do we really choose our parents? I think we do.

Aiding personal evolution has been their task and service. It comes as both moments of authentic love and as coldness attempting to defy who I really am.

I feel empowered enough to say that they do not phase me anymore. I see right through, I feel right through to the core. I see that it is only love and acceptance they want, and many act out of conditioning rather than present moment awareness. Humans project in so many masked ways, and when we can begin to observe instead of making it a part of ourselves, we are then flowing harmonic attainment of true freedom.

Who is family to me? Those that bring light and those that amplify my light. And if in contrast you would help create in me resolve to sustain my own light, then you too are family.

We are all one, after all.

Which leads me to the relationship between the Sun and the Moon. The moon has no light of its own, and shines only from the Suns reflection. She is most like us. Us humans that is. The light lives in our souls, it is eternal and can never die, but until the Sun is there to reflect it from our human temple, it does not shine. Like consciousness in the Void, unless there is something to reflect off it cannot know itself. So thank the Sun for your photosynthesis, he thanks us. It is clear that in this cycle of Earth, he needs our love. My body sings when in the sun sedates me, and my cells come into full bloom, and I worship him freely for this experience.

The interconnection of all things gives me a bigger family that the blood that made me, and here I find myself.

With love,
Leah

The moon tells me a secret - my confidant
Its full and bright as I am
A million light reflections pass over me

Its source is bright and endless
She resuscitates the hopeless
Without her, we are lifeless satellites drifting

And you will come to find that we are all one mind
Capable of all that’s imagined and all conceivable.
Just let the light touch you
And let the words spill through
And let them pass right through
Bringing out our hope and reason …
before we pine away.