The most important aspect of this timeframe is our awareness that we are far stronger in common cause than in divided ideology.
The divide is a smokescreen, a ruse. The disruption and firings are a ruse, a destructive ruse that tosses abrupt change an into lives everywhere.
These divides were placed there to distract us by those who must use chaos as opposed to reason, to move the country backward. Love it or hate it, the United States affects the world.
Many in this nation are reading headlines of long time veterans being “fired” and are coming out of a well-crafted illusion formed in the old world under the guise that billionaires know it all.
Many still see money as the defining “success” factor.
So much is the chaos that we have Angels and OffWorld races monitoring what’s occurring on earth at this time. Even if some aren’t willing to see history attempting to repeat itself—our Celestial Community does.
Lean into your better angels; give room to others to grow. Many will cling to narratives crafted by those whose job it is to distract, because that has become their identity. Have some grace with others’ loss-of-faith-to-come. We’ve all had reckonings of truth in our lives that have shaken us to the core of who we thought we were.
Darkness gloats. Light hopes.
We are all transitioning together in this chaos. All of us. May we be better moving forward than our predecessors have been. This is not the time for “I told you so’s”.
This is the time for “How can I help you move forward?”
There is only forward, in nature.
All evolution suffers losses. We are in a time of losses—loss of hope, loss of trust, loss of direction, loss of purpose, loss of jobs, loss of feeling secure in our own nation, loss of world standing, loss of democratic dignity. Yet losses make room for new birth.
And that’s what’s coming. Not old ways discussed as new applications.
New birth.
This will be exalting for some and shattering for others, because many fear “new”. Yet “new” is all there is. It’s all that’s possible, with years of water under the bridge.
Lean into your better angels. Breathe through chaos. Help those who need it.
The pendulum, which was violently kicked high in one direction, hung in the air for a brief moment, yet is swinging with great force in the other direction. For every explosive action, there is a reaction of equal force.
If you struggle believing your own hope—remember that nothing in this dimension can skirt around the physics of inertia and momentum.
And it’s coming back this way, folks. Oh, is that pendulum racing back with a vengeance.
Such a destructive thing, the illusion of control. And such an explosive thing, the intense power of common cause.
Be aware, but don’t believe everything the chaos-makers claim is to come. In the very end, The Project 2025 wish list ends up stalling at just that. Yet it takes our participation for the stall.
As my grandpa used to say, “Wish in one hand and sh*t in the other, and see which fills up faster.”
Have empathy for those who truly believe that the sh*t is the concrete part of the plan.
Hello All! Lovely to be back with you. I needed to unplug, take a minute, in 2025’s Year of Presence—to BE present, with myself, in my own skin, my own world, with everything that’s occurring not only in the world, yet my own life. And there is so very much.
If you’d indulge me a moment, I’d like to share some personal things that I feel called to disclose at this time.
I’ve needed to connect with the earth, my family, my art, my writing, so I could hear past this, the hum of distractions and illusions, in this year of the wood snake, all the skin is being shed. And what I have learned, what I’ve “seen”, what I’ve been told—has taken a moment to process, so that I could share it.
There’s been an ENORMOUS amount of transition in my personal universe, which started in 2021 and kept churning through the end of 2024.
A gauntlet of sorts, as I look back upon it, dipping and running through the brambles of my own identity, the thorns of a shifting timeframe snagging the delicate weave of what I thought were my finest garments—then torn by my own sheer momentum and persistence, in the dense undergrowth of each path I labored to take. Losing a career opportunity here, a gallbladder there, a uterus on this thorn, loved ones passing on that thorn.
Much in my world, though beautiful and bountiful, has been transformed; stripped away, or simply fallen away as is the cycle of life, making room for what the Universe needs of me, more than what I would have me do.
That’s quite a place for me to arrive at, as such a self-directed person.
This process has literally transformed the flesh and fiber of my being; my spirit, my mind. My cells resonate differently. My DNA alive in frequency in ways unique to this time.
I finally get it: you can’t outrun what you are.
There’s been an ENORMOUS amount of transition in our country. This transition has literally transformed my life path, my current purpose (which is mercurial through our lives), and my personal direction.
There’s been an ENORMOUS amount of transition in the world. It has literally transformed the way each country looks at one another.
And as such, these transitions affect deeply the workings in many multi-verses that connect with our own.
Our shifts and vibrations have literally transformed OffWorld nations, the heavens, and the realm of Much Darkness.
We all shift together.
We are not separate from anything in this vast Multi-Verse. We are a net, stretching wide here, taut over there, eating the slack from dimensions we are not even aware we affect. Taking up the slack from the emotions of people we’ve never met.
I’ve been observing all of this, this churn across the quantum, speaking for years with Beings who have imparted to me the tale of how it was necessary for we as humans to get “here” as a race, as well as the heartbreaking beauty, struggle, and complexity of what’s to come—and why.
The why is the most sacred.
I’ll share the why, in many formats, in the many days to come. It is in the why that the understanding comes. At least for me.
Each one of us plays a part in this transition. This great “why”. Each one of us is the lynchpin for another’s purpose, a turning point for another’s journey, a launch-point for someone else’s inspiration.
The myth of the “self-made person” lays itself to rest, in 2025. We are all of us the product of each one who has gone before us. We are the cumulation of lessons, the triumphs, the mistakes, and the brilliance, of every human being prior to our first breath.
We are a tribal collective that thrives when our contrast is made sacred. When we exalt each other’s indigenous design.
We thrive when we do not fear being seen fully for the great power within each one of us, co-created by the very spark of The All, or the God within us.
We are magnificent in our ability to make manifest anything we can envision—positive or negative. This is our great experiment.
Our third dimension, this place we see as the sum total of all our opportunity—is but a wiggle in one small cross-thread of an epic Herculean web that spans forward and backward through all space-time, in and out, up and down, across diagonal epochs and dimensions, looking to the naked eye like a vast, mammoth knotted ball of the finest silk, billions of miles across —each thread its own universe.
Our entire dimension, let alone our small universe in our tiny galaxy—is merely one half-inch end of one thread, among trillions and trillions of miles of thread, all tightly knotted together, teaming with life.
All quaking with their own transitions at this time, this time foretold by many books, spiritual teachers, religious modalities, and OffWorld guidance.
Each one of us feels these quakes, in our cells, our DNA, our knowingness—yet we aren’t even sure what we’re feeling.
Often, we feel these quakes as our own, perhaps matrixing it as our own emotional upheaval, forgetting that the fish that swims the ocean is subject to breathing in the oil spill that boils from the broken pipe.
We cannot escape what pollutes the spiritual and energetic environment. We can only transmute or dilute it.
I’m fortunate, or blessed, or perhaps simply lucky, to be able to have regular conversations with a host of light-bearing entities that assist me. Mostly my own angels, angels that walk with the world, a handful of Elementals and Interdimensionals, and OffWorlders who act as intercessors for me, to represent a vast Universal population.
One could call this my “team”; I hesitate to refer to them as “guides” simply because we are all greatly hardwired together, and more accurately, we move as a unit, though I have my own thoughts and will, as do they.
Yet I can’t recall a time when I felt utterly alone, disconnected from anything but my own mind—singularly autonomous. Not ever. Because I’m not.
None of us are.
I’m comfortable in this knowing, and always have been. There is great power in surrendering to our design, though all designs can always be improved upon.
There is much, with these gifts I’ve been given, that I haven’t shared. There is much that I am capable of, that I haven’t let be made known. I haven’t shared all of my “capacity” for fear of how it would be received, how it would land, or at its root—the fear of being “too seen”. (There is comfort in convenient social camouflage.)
Yet these times call for the insecurities or the emotional laziness of the self to be placed aside, in lieu of trusting the better angels in those around us; the grind of these times necessitates that courage is the camouflage that wins the day.
And in these times, I reach for my own courage, as we all will be beckoned to do, before it’s all said and done.
For all of our time, humanity—has come.
And in these days to come, I will be sharing what me and my angelic team have been made aware of, so that the action of doing so may give others their own permission to allow their own wisdom to flow to others as well.
I will be sharing what my OffWorld Colleagues and my Elemental / Earth Beings continue to share with me.
I will even share the playbook for the beings that are Made for the Darkness. They too have a purpose. Demons may not be my thing, yet their movements on the Universal Chessboard tell a larger tale.
A tale of love, a tale of a blessed world to come, a tale of a just world and a kind world; a tale of a people who have an incredible chance to not only evolve, but to help other multiverses evolve as well.
We are, all of us, each and every one, a complicated collection of weird genius. Each one of us is lightning in a bottle, weaving in and out of our discomfort in being fully seen, past our own self-imposed comforts of limitation.
We shall not fear our own power. For in doing so, we fear the God within us, the Source for all our Presence.
2025’s Year of Presence presents itself poignantly as I turn 56 on February 28th, the day where all our planets line up in the sky, to say:
“Here you are in the Universe, living upon The Great Mother who sustains you, third planet from your star. Marvel in the miracle of your very existence. Half a degree closer to the sun, your world fries. Half a degree away, your world freezes. It is in the center of the spin where you survive. Your existence is the very definition of balance.”
Thank you all for continuing on this journey with me. I’ll be sharing much more from my angelic and OffWorld Team in the days to come.
Be strong. Be kind. Be courage. Be Connected. Be Present.
Donald J. Trump official White House portrait, 2025.
This is a reminder, to those out there who did not vote for Trump, that there are a few pieces of reality to the plans and executive orders that he is signing. I would like to bring those pieces of reality forward for you to ponder, while reminding everyone that Donald J. Trump would say absolutely anything to get elected and stay out of prison, and he already accomplished that—so though what he says sews unrest and panic, Mr. Reality is still a-knockin’. As example:
1. Trump says he’s going to lock down the borders and send the military to do so.
Reality: Before he can arbitrarily send the military anywhere, Congressional approval needs to be taken on deploying the military. Though POTUS is Commander in Chief, the President just can’t order the military around independently, like a Dungeons and Dragons game. This isn’t Spain in 1580. (https://constitutioncenter.org/the-constitution/articles/article-ii/clauses/345)
2. Trump says he’s going to deport millions of people.
Reality: There is no infrastructure, budget, or court system currently existing to create the manpower and processing power that would be necessary for this endeavor. And no, borrowing local sheriffs and jails in Texas won’t cut it. Check out the numbers—
“A one-time operation to deport these immigrants would cost at least $315 billion, broken down as follows:
The government would have to spend $89.3 billion to conduct sufficient arrests.
The government would have to spend $167.8 billion to detain immigrants en masse.
The government would have to spend $34.1 billion on legal processing.
The government would have to spend $24.1 billion on removals.
Deporting one million immigrants per year would incur an annual cost of $88 billion, with the majority of that cost going towards building detention camps. It would take over ten years, and the building of hundreds to thousands of new detention facilities, to arrest, detain, process, and remove all 13.3 million targeted immigrants—even assuming that 20 percent of that population would depart voluntarily during any multi-year mass deportation effort.
3. Trump is requiring the governmental description of gender to be a person containing eggs and sperm at birth, not chromosomal breakdown.
Reality: This definition will be legally challenged as the chromosomes are the basis of all DNA blueprint, and DNA determines our physical predisposition for absolutely everything in our body. Eggs and sperm do not. Just ask science.
In addition, further mandates defining gender will be challenged under the Constitutional right to freedom of speech and freedom of expression. So this one will get hung up in court, with hordes of attorneys who have been just chomping at the bit to get going on this to defend our trans population from the “American golden age” witch-hunt. Legal reality states that just because you don’t understand someone, it doesn’t give you a right to legally categorize them as something you’re more familiar with. (https://journalofethics.ama-assn.org/sites/default/files/2018-05/pfor3-1611.pdf)
These are just a few of the executive orders that Trump has pumped out on day one. He gave his supporters what they were looking for. That was the point of all of it, on day one. Remember —Trump’s a showman. He’s not a civic leader.
It’s important to recognize that NO POTUS, regardless of who they are, or what party they belong to, has absolutely power. Not even Donald Trump, as much as he would love to convince everyone that he does. Unless there is an absolute takedown of our American government, and our Constitution, checks and balances are still in place.
No matter what tech Bro Ho’s he has in his back pocket. (Even Elon can’t re-write the Constitution.)
My best observation here of people’s reactions to Trump’s declarations is that the more we start buying into the mythology that this guy can single-handedly dismantle America, the more we give him the belief that he can.
Which he can’t. He. Just. Can’t. In. Reality.
His approach is partially basic Psy-Ops—demoralize your opponent so they just lay down and die, and save you the bullet. (That comes from our CIA guerrilla warfare handbook from the 80’s. Snuggly, huh?)
Neither can his background team of lifelong attorneys behind him from the Heritage Foundation, who are actually writing these executive orders / policies, and trying to proxy-run the government, while Trump plays his role of “daddy‘s home” in the White House.
It’s a pretty brilliant performance, with a great deal of sleight-of-hand and bait and switch, if you think about it. Very psychologically appealing to many.
The reality is that he even appointed very undereducated people in the fields that they are supposed to be heading, to oversee some of the most influential organizations in our nation. It’s gonna take these poor folks at least one year to figure out what the heck is going on, even with underlings who do you know what’s going on to assist them.
Once again, his appointments are all part of the show for his base. He did this to stick with the script of “shaking things up”, and “draining the swamp” by “hiring outsiders”…as long as the outsiders are deep loyalist to him.
Just keep remembering about Trump—it’s all about the show.
And most of these poor folks (if not all) have absolutely no experience with the organizations that they’ve been placed into, so Trump is setting these folks up for incredible failure, and creating fall-guys all around him, when these people are unable to execute his wishes.
When the FBI is not gutted, or the legacy media is not expunged, or any of these super extreme things he’s been telling his base he’s going to do, when all of these things don’t happen (and he knows they’re not gonna happen)—he can then point the finger at the inexperienced people and say, “It’s them! They let you down, America!” and have someone right there to take the blame immediately.
Again, pretty brilliant. (You’d think he’s done this before, lol!)
Sure, he’s the front man for a much more nefarious churn, attempting to take over the country. I think we all know that by now, except for the folks that don’t think it’s nefarious.
And, there are still some folks out there that think Trump is actually in charge of all of this, and bless them, because that’s almost endearing, that there is that type of trust out there in the United States, still. That type of trust is not a bad thing. In fact, directing that type of trust at improving our nation, and believing in one another, is a very good thing.
I just observe that right now, there’s a bit of a divide and what folks think is “good” for the nation.
The United States is a very complex place. It just is. We souls who have come here to choose American lives during this timeframe, have chosen this conundrum to collectively work on.
If you think about it, if things were to run as the United States was designed (a true diverse salad of fabulous flavors), that takes a great deal of give-and-take from everybody in the bowl.
And over the years, especially post World War II, the United States has bloated with our sense of not only insular day-to-day awareness of how we affect the globe, yet a bit of some cultural entitlement, because we’re such a great big country blessed with so many resources.
The point is that if we just steel off against one another in the salad bowl, and all the raisins group together in one area, and all the spinach heads in one direction, all the lettuce clumps up in its own zone and all the carrots over in the other— we are defying the very spiritual and legal structure that this country was crafted upon.
We’re an experiment, a Democratic Republic, and if we don’t evolve the experiment to working with one another, instead of excluding one another, then we’re falling right back into that monarchy style, old-world-destruction, where one modality must kill another in order to survive— where there can only one king of the hill.
If we return to that ancient modality, we fail evolution, we fail the American experiment, and thus failing ourselves, as a nation.
No one group in this nation is going to get exactly what it wants, to the “T”. If we navigate this experience correctly, we’re all going to get most of what we want, as long as it serves the function, does not subjugate any one particular group, does not marginalize others, is not violent, and serves the whole.
That’s what the scaffold of the Constitution was designed to uphold. Our founders rolled the dice that we would be able to come to agreements to serve the needs of the whole country, over the needs of the few opinions. Even while they were crafting this document, fistfights broke out in our Continental Congress, with founders passionate about the way that they saw things.
Passion in our governmental system is not unusual. Turning that passion into hatred is an unnecessary step in dealing with our disappointment over not getting everything that we want to get, in one swoop.
We are in command of our own minds. We can create hell in between our ears, or we can see the opportunity that lies in the same space, by just a twitch of the thought process. I understand very well what the Heritage Foundation and other extremist organizations are planning, and what they want want to accomplish through this second Trump presidency. (I’m an optimist, yet I’m not an idiot.)
However.
I’m also highly aware that doing things twice (that don’t work) means they’re not gonna work. Civil wars don’t work. Hating others who have a different opinion than us does not work.
If we truly want to change the United States, we won’t fall into the same us-versus-them garbage that we got into in 2016. That modality blindsided everybody, and everyone was reeling from the chaos that Trump brought the first time. But now we know what he’s all about, and now it’s a very predictable show.
So, instead of falling apart over this guy, who is doing exactly what he did last time, sticking to his script to pay back favors he owes, and being the showman (this time to stay out of prison, which he effectively did, which means he has already achieved his goal, and no longer has any need to do anything else, but put other people in charge and go golfing), perhaps taking a breathe and reevaluating how we proceed is in order.
In between his golf games, periodically Trump will say and do something shocking that rattles the rafters and ruffles the social sphere of the media, and then he’ll go back to Mar-A-Lago.
You can set your watch on Donald Trump’s predictability. Especially Trump at 78.
The most important thing we can do in this timeframe is see this timeframe for exactly what it is. The old world, through extremist groups, is trying to claim back the United States. We all know this. We also all know that there are laws against many things that the old world juggernauts want to implement.
Our job in this timeframe is to not get sucked back into the hateful “us against them” narrative, as that puts us back decades.
Our job is to live our lives, work for the things we find to be right, and just be kind, create beautiful communities, uplift those who are struggling and need our help, protect those who need it, and remember that we absolutely, positively have *no clue* what someone else’s walk is in life is.
This is the most important thing of all, this suspension of judgement. Why? Because our judgement can be used against us.
When someone wants to look at a person who voted for Trump, and their “mind is blown”, and they just can’t understand it, remember that you don’t know what that person‘s background is. You don’t know what their story is. Just like someone doesn’t know what my story is, or your story is.
It’s quite easy for someone like me, a gay woman, to say that it blows my mind that someone would support someone who goes after the trans community. I’m not a trans person, but knowing many of my trans friends and watching their very difficult struggles in life, I have a different perspective than someone who potentially has never known a trans individual, and has lived a life where everyone perhaps is the same belief they are, or the same color they are, or the same sexual orientation as they are.
It’s awfully difficult to grow division and hatred in a society where diversity and independence of thought is embraced.
Think about that.
Hate is only useful for one thing, and that is aggregating people into groups. And collecting people into groups only good for one thing, and that is controlling that group through their fear. A big bonus of controlling people through their fear, is making money off of them and having them do your bidding.
So if we were to evolve our species, and evolve our government, and evolve our country, then we will have to put this type of hate and polarization out to pasture.
We can still disagree strongly with one another and not hate someone.
We can still be angry about a situation and stand up for what we think is just, without deciding that the people we are arguing against are “human garbage”. If we are to decide the latter, we are no better than the 1830s white plantation owner, deciding that the people with dark skin in the fields are less than we are.
To decide someone is “garbage” is to dehumanize them. To continue to dehumanize people through hatred, just like modalities such as racism and sexism, is deep hypocrisy.
We can disagree and voice our opinion respectfully. We have no control over whether others decide to take our disagreements with a system or a decision personally. That’s their own lesson.
So let us in this timeframe just realize what the heck is actually going on, approach this Trump presidency differently than the last, and take away that fulcrum of division that these “Strong men“ who are hiding behind Trump show rely on. Because that will really show us the true strength of whatever this “nefarious movement” is.
And my surmisal, after evaluating this for the past eight years, is that what we think is this terrifying juggernaut of 50 years’ worth of religious research and gerrymandering and legal finagling actually IS, to this country— is again nothing more than a little man behind the curtain, like the dude in the Wizard of Oz, trying to create a projection of the authority and terror that is only possible if our salad is bunched into individual ingredients all around the bowl.
In fact, the guy behind the curtain is not even a genius. He is just some stranded guy in a balloon that got whacked off course by a random weather pattern.
That weather pattern is called evolution, and change. That weather pattern is called growth and compassion.
And if there’s one thing about living in the 21st century that we can ALL agree on—
I’m so dumbfounded by the cascade of conspiracies. Nah, that’s not right. I’m heartbroken by them. Because they say a heck of a lot more about our societal temperature than the fires in LA themselves.
I had a friend very recently ask me why I’m not “weighing in” on what caused the fires in LA.
I’ll tell you why.
We live in a timeframe where people are so dedicated to creating a fictional narrative in order to manufacture the illusion of some sort of ”control” via “figuring it all out”, in a world that’s spinning off its hinges—that it’s tipped into what could easily be considered clinical delusion. Or perhaps mass hysteria.
And I’m not a psychotherapist. So I can’t assist folks who not only want to believe in the devil they know—but create a devil to know, just out of convenient habit.
Right now, in this social climate, people need to believe they have it secretly figured out. Because if they do, then they can secretly figure out how to avoid more chaos, because maybe none of this is real? Maybe it’s all planted, a plot by the “have’s” to take from the “have-nots”.
People want to believe what they want to believe. I say—let them.
It does no good to tell people who want to believe in “evil Santa” that Santa Ana winds, sparking downed power lines, a drought in the southwest, arson, and a fire hydrant system in the Palisades that is NOT pressure-rated to be tapped all at once to battle wildfires, but to be used to put out store-front spot-blazes one at a time, like any city hydrant system—is the cause of the rampage.
So many people want a fall-guy: Newsom, Democrats, fire service not clearing brush, space lasers, energy weapons, elites (who are burning down their own homes?? This one loses me completely) — the Easter bunny—it doesn’t matter. The need for rage and blame is a deflection mechanism.
Let’s just deflect all our fear of a planet that’s trying to dry us and blow us and freeze us and drown us off her surface—onto a faceless, nameless conspiracy that we can all agree on.
In psychology, that’s called transference, where in this case, we take a deep-seated fear of something we can do NOTHING about (global weather change) and instead, cast that fear onto a fictional character we collectively create, the faceless “them”, who are operating the HAARP array and energy weapons to kill the planet.
Because if we transfer our fear from a non-human ecological villain to a sociological human villain—now we can relate with the chaos. Perhaps if a faceless group of humans is doing all this, we now have a fictitious chance of finding the fictitious villain—and stopping the carnage.
We swap a faceless planet with a faceless group of people. At least we psychologically believe we have a shot at rooting out “the bad people” and saving the planet. Or so that storyline goes. I sincerely doubt the earth is afraid of us. We know she’s not. We know she can sneeze us off her surface, and never break a sweat.
And that’s terrifying to much of humanity, the species whose narcissism is at an all-time high, especially in the United States of America(n) Denial.
So commenting on the fires is a waste of keystrokes, for as many as want to believe in the “they” narrative. For as many who need to believe in it, to calm their last fried nerve.
This is a heinous tragedy. A perfect storm of climate change and too many people in one place. It will continue being a tragedy as the winds kick back up.
We should be meditating and praying for rain. Some are. Most are not. Most are spinning the fear-transferred stories of this or that villain, from their armchairs, quarterbacking a disaster that rages in the “them” place, while the god of the “wholesome us” wags its consequencial finger in the face of those who have lost everything.
When we become numb to the suffering of others, we have utterly lost our humanity. This is why I’m dumbfounded. This is why I’m heartbroken. Because in a timeframe where we should be coming together for the benefit of those who have lost it all (and many are), just as many folks lean back into their armchairs and distract themselves with space lasers and energy weapons, and tales of purposeful attacks on communications centers.
Better to make our foe faceless humans—than the ground we stand upon and the air we breathe.
For there’s nowhere to go, but together—on a planet sliding into an ice age.
2025 is the Year of Presence. It’s about owning up, and being present in the world. I’ve been debating doing an online forum about this very thing, giving a year-ahead forecast for 2025. Perhaps I will at some point. There’s still A LOT to unpack there. However, today, I’m tossing out the wide-brush-strokes.
Show up for yourself and others this year.
Say YES to an adventure you normally would say no to, because it may challenge your comfort zone.
Volunteer.
The first world was in a sociopathic hamster wheel prior to 2020. In the USA, this phenomenon was driven by late stage capitalism and malaise. Mostly numbness to what many’s lives had become, since 1965.
In 2020, we pulled the emergency brake and the world slowed down. We remembered what was important. We had food delivered to the house, and big films were released to TV on Netflix, instead of the theater. And because the human race struggles with balance, at least in America— we sort of went way too far in the other direction, going from zombie-hamster-wheel to immovable-sedentary-granite-boulder.
Since that was five years ago, and 5 is the umber of change, it’s no wonder the universe is kicking us in the pants to stop impersonating the Rocky Mountain Front.
For 2025:
Boundaries are important. Yet too many “no’s” will stop all forward progression.
Self-reflection is important. Yet too much time stuck in one’s own story inhibits further chapters being written.
New things are recommended. Let old modalities rest for awhile. “Been there, done that” applies to 2025.
Do your best to suspend your fear (or “walk in faith”, some say) when an answer isn’t easily present. Wait for it. Do what the Universe places in front of you, if you’ve asked the Universe for help. If nothing new is coming, and you have a change your soul has been begging you to make, yet have been afraid/don’t want to be bothered/ your eyelashes aren’t in the perfect place for it —whatever—push yourself to make the change.
Pluto in Aquarius says, “Evolve, beotches!”
Be PRESENT. Look at where your life is today. Look at who you’ve become and what you’ve accomplished. If you spend 2025 in your head, fighting the same old battles you have over the course of your life, you’re not getting the 2025 memo. Engaging automatically with the same ol’ insecurities and old fears will net the year going by like a frustrating Groundhog Day, and you’ll be freaking out twice as hard about it. Ain’t NUTHIN’ gonna happen for any one of us if we keep falling down the life-long “my process, me, my purpose, MY INNER CHILD NEEDS ATTENTION” hole this year.
So love yourself within reason, yet pro-tip: it’s a GREAT year for being PROUD of adulting.
Help others, impromptu. Extend yourself in a way you normally wouldn’t. Don’t post online about it unless you learned something magnificent from it, and would like to share. This stretches our out-of-shape post-Covid “but but but, my couch” muscle.
Know when “no” is the best help you can give someone. Sometimes, helping others is giving them space to help themselves. Fostering co-dependence has very rough, self-destructive outcomes in 2025, the year that also brings in an eradication of illusions. For instance—
Got a pal who is chronically asking for money because they don’t want to be bothered with the minutia or responsibility of “a day job” they’re not thrilled with? Help them by not loaning to them and allowing them to find the strength within them to overcome the insecurity that’s telling them that ANY job has ANY control over their perceived identity, and who they are in the world.
Illusion and escapism are especially toxic to the progression of one’s life path in 2025. So is self-pity, self-absorption, blame, and trying to control others to make oneself feel more wanted, or more comfortable. (It’s gonna be a ROUGH year for those who struggle with narcissistic tendencies.)
Be happy to be HERE. Because guess what? You’re going to die someday. Yep. We all are. You aren’t here forever. This is not an endless prison. Someday, your heart will beat its last thump, and your body will struggle to hang onto your last breath, and you will raspily exhale into your next incarnation. It’s a short ride here.
Have GRATITUDE for how far you’ve come and who you are.
Have GRATITUDE for those who have given you love and life and support along the way.
Give GRACE to yourself and others.
Be aware, yet float ABOVE the hamster-wheel-rasp that people busy themselves with and convince themselves that “the drama” is righteous, purposeful, or even necessary to achieve an end. (Breaking News: Drama is an accessory, not a staple, in learning.)
BE KIND. You can be strong and kind. You can be disagreeing, and kind. You can be angry, yet kind in your delivery. This year, cavalier unkindness as a way of life or identity will bring intense isolation.
DO WHAT’S RIGHT by the law of the Universe, not what’s easy.
HAVE HUMILITY. Your perspective is not always 100% accurate. Neither is mine. No one’s is 100% accurate to ALL angles of any situation. (Insert the “grace” part.)
Watch FINGER WAGGING at others, lest you have several scrolls of your own transgressions displayed before you, for all to see.
And mostly—ENJOY. Enjoy this place where pie is so yummy, and love is so giddy, and the air and water is so beautiful, and the mind and beaches and sunsets are so stunning. Sure, pain is real. Victimization is real. Struggle is real. Suffering is real. However, living daily in all of those states as a modality, as opposed to learning or healing through those states—is a choice.
Choose Presence in 2025. It’ll calm you down. It’ll bring strength when you need it most. You’ll watch static things change in your life.
Because you’ll see your WHOLE life.
And that’s the point of wearing the flesh suit down here. Honestly—it’s a SHORT stay.
This year finances will change dramatically. Whatever your mind says about finances will determine your year. So watch the inner mental prattle. Always “been broke” and expect to be broke? 2025 will oblige, so watch the Negative Nelly narrative in 2025, especially around finances. WORDS HAVE WEIGHT—instead, leave room for unexpected, weird financial miracles in 2025 that will bring you what you ask for, to show you you’re being heard.
The Universe will bring you presents in 2025, if you allow it.
Danielle here! My apologies for a few older podcasts from 2020 posting to WordPress. My office is uploading the archives pod being, and we had forgotten to disconnect from the auto post.
As always, you can always access archives of the podcast at podbean.com/danielleegnew.
I have some exciting changes in the podcast coming, and I will let you all know what’s going on with those changes, right here.
Listen, gang. I’m going to ask everybody to read this blog post and do their very best to suspend the knee-jerk “F-U” reaction that this may bring forward for some. Just try to read this from a 36,000 foot birds-eye-view, and it may make more sense. This is not a quick read. It’s not a light read. It’s a tough read. And it’s a big ask.
In the next coming six months, there is going to be a remarkable amount of information that comes out that disproves many of these conspiracy theories that people have literally built an identity over, over the last seven to eight years.
When this occurs, some people are going to triple down on the nonsense, and insist that it is simply the government attempting to control everyone by discrediting the “theories”.
However, when this comes down, there will also be a remarkable amount of people who have been quietly watching this disinformation become debunked, over time.
This is the group, which has been watching the spiraling decline of Trump with a more critical eye, much to their incredible dismay, that will not be able to turn away from the irrefutable evidence brought forward.
They will be devastated, because they truly believed in who they believed Trump was. Perhaps they believed that he was the best association to a “traditional American way of life”, or whatever. It doesn’t matter. The point is, there will be a large group of people who are caught in an absolute reality meltdown.
This happens when folks who have been part of a very controlled group, such as a cult of belief, then T-bone into the reality outside of the cult of belief, and recognize that the controllable atmosphere inside the cult of belief is no longer viable, long-term.
What I’m about to say may not make sense to some of you, however, do your best with it.
When I look into many of the folks who have gotten sucked into the Fox News hysteria drips, the Newsmax Russian apocalyptic headlines, all of it, I look at people who have felt like things have been spiraling out of control, in the world, for a while. They’re not wrong that this out-of-control-spiraling is true. However, the reasons to which they have assigned the spiral are not accurate.
When people and theories present themselves as “the answers” to this spiral, and those “answers” at least can provide some sort of explanation— no matter how bizarre – to why things have been so crazy, and have been so off, no matter how insane the explanation is—it is natural for some people to gravitate to this phenomenon, as they see the explanation as “stability”.
I think we can all agree that all world governments do all sorts of things that we, as everyday plebes, don’t get to hear about, for a number of reasons. There’s an energy to suppressed information that folks subconsciously key into. This energy makes people feel suspicion.
However the histrionic, conspiratorial thinking that has been born out of trying to put a face and a name and a “cause” on an extremely rapidly changing world—is simply erroneous.
In other words, all the crazy conspiracy theories are just crazy theories to give people somewhere to park their car, because they’re running out of gas.
I think we could agree that in many ways, the world is running out of gas.
And that requires collective change, and collective evolution, as a planet.
With almost 8,000,000,000 people on it, we surpass the planet’s capacity to reasonably sustain life, (which was at 4ish billion people.) I believe that every living human being is aware of this, on some level, at least genetically, if not spiritually. The human race is innately connected to the earth, and connected to one another. We can feel the strain that our mother planet is under. We can feel the strain on one another.
And instead of dealing with the financial inequities, instead of dealing with the corporate greed, instead of dealing with conserving our resources and being better stewards of what we’ve been given in this beautiful garden of life—it seems to be easier for some people to point a finger and hiss, “it’s their fault!”
So here’s the part that may need the 36,000 foot birds-eye-view: there will be an enormous disclosure of information, about Donald Trump, about Russian disinformation campaigns, and about many people who are currently elected officials associated with those Russian disinformation campaigns—and that is going to shake the belief systems of many, many people in this nation, who have depended on those people as a symbol of stability.
Certainly a few people will ignore the disclosures. Because it’s very hard to look at your entire belief system, and say you’ve been conned. I think that would be difficult for all of us if it came down to it.
However, there will be a larger, significant number of people, far more people in fact, who will recognize that there are just too many pieces of information here that point toward the disclosed information being true—being the actual reality that the rest of us have been living in.
And those folks are going to be incredibly devastated, and scared, and have very broken hearts, not even necessarily for Trump, or for these elected officials, or even for the loss of the conspiracy theories and ideologies, but because they truly believed— with their souls, with everything in them—that these folks had the answers to the problems that we’re all facing, which are daunting.
This beautiful group of people, you guys, they’re going to be destroyed on the inside.
Absolutely destroyed.
Because where do you go, if you can no longer trust yourself? How do you move forward, when you’ve thrown away friends and family because of an ideal that you truly, truly believed was real? Only to now see that it is absolutely not real, and never was real?
So here’s my ask. Here is the ask that’s going to push a lot of buttons:
The ask I put out there, is that for those of us who were not sucked into these rabbit holes of fear over the last 8 years, to be compassionate to those who are waking up out of a very long, very terrifying, very hopeless, very dark nightmare.
The ask I put out there is for those of us who stayed on the outside of the conspiracies and the histrionic thinking, to extend tremendous grace to those whose entire current political belief system has been shown to be, well, not a patriotic movement, but the work of a Russian propaganda campaign whose goal was to destabilize the United States, at whatever cost.
I asked that when this happens, we do our very best to not be a chorus of sneering, snarling, finger pointing people, hissing, “I told you so!!!”, waving day-glow fringe-framed banners of Schadenfreude, as people are wondering what the hell just happened to their world, their mind, their common sense, and their life.
Believe me, everybody. The realization that’s going to hit millions of people at one time, is an “I told you so” enough.
I don’t think any of us would like to encounter a situation where the world we truly thought was real, wasn’t.
I think many of us have watched our country shift with this under-boiling of fear and hysteria, even hatred and racism seeping up to become common table talk like it was 1935– and that has made a majority of us feel remarkably displaced. The normalizing of being gawd-awful rude and nasty under the banner of “freedom of speech” has left many of us speechless over the last eight years. It’s been a truly disturbing phenomenon.
Many of us who do not support Trump, or who do not support these histrionic claims of illegal immigrants eating house pets, and children receiving mandatory sex changes at school, have endured chiding and being dressed-down from many people who do believe these things. That dressing-down has gone both ways.
Because of this, a lot of friends don’t talk anymore, and there are even some family members that no longer talk, because of these divides in reality.
I think those of us that didn’t get sucked into the propaganda machine from Russia can honestly say that it is tragic that so many others did. I know many others look at us and think that we are the lost ones, the ones who have not awakened into true reality, the ones who are the sheep, falling into American propaganda.
The whole thing is just broken.
And I’m just gonna call out the white elephant in the room, you guys—
I understand that there are thousands upon thousands, if not millions, that have been deeply hurt by loved ones, and family and friends, who have adhered to this histrionic system of belief that for those who do not participate in it, appears so ugly, and angry, and quite honestly — insane.
I understand that as many folks have been embolden by Donald Trump and his spewing of endless lies and harmful verbal attacks, and calling people names, that many others who admire him have become monkey-see-monkey-do, and then enacted the same behavior. Many others have not enacted the behavior, but turn a blind eye to the behavior, because they truly do not understand how OPEC works, and feel that Trump is in charge of gas prices.
I understand we’ve all probably said some hurtful things in all directions during this timeframe.
However, this is the bottom line— love always wins. Compassion always wins. Sensibility always wins. As both sides of a pendulum swing wildly, the inertia will eventually bring the pendulum to rest in the middle, and that’s where we’re at right now.
My ask is that we start to calm down, so we can help the folks who have been sucked into a lot of awful stuff that’s consciousness-crippling.
We can help these folks by telling them that they still have family. We can help them by telling them that they’re still loved. We can help remind them that the reality of this world is still incredible, and that they don’t have to be afraid of all the things they’re afraid of. And they sure as heck don’t have to align with a crazy authoritarian guy whose dementia has now gotten the best of him in order to believe they have a purpose in this world, or to stand up as an American for all things that they believe are good.
We can’t achieve this if we spew hatred and fear and rage and anger right back at them, because of our own wounds.
We just can’t.
In fact, if we spew all those things, then we become the exact caricatures that all of that Russian propaganda has made us out to be.
We have to be responsible for our OWN wounds, and stop projecting them onto folks. That’s what got us in this mess in the first place—millions upon millions of people projecting their own wounds onto immigrants, and gay and transgendered people, and people of color, and women—at what point do we stop the cycle?
And yes, it’s still true that some people want to believe these awful things, about immigrants and gays and transgendered people and women and people of color.
Yes, some people want to believe that white people are the victims, because they never got their American dream they thought they were promised.
Yes, a lot of people still want to have a reason to be afraid of transgendered people, and gay people, and women, and non-Christians, and people of color, and immigrants, and anyone who isn’t them —and it makes it a lot easier if there’s a big group of people doing that at once, instead of forcing folks to look inside of themselves and ask themselves, “Why am I so afraid of people living their own lives? Why am I so intimidated by the thought of other people who are different than me then having the same freedoms that I have? What does that have to do with me at all?”
As the saying goes, human rights are not a pie. It’s not like one group getting an equal portion as another group means there’s less pie for everybody in the end. In this case, the pie is endless, because we are the United States of America, built on a scaffolding of opportunity, put forth by the Constitution and other founding documents that demand we adjust as our country grows and evolves.
That’s the reality of democracy. It is not an auto-pilot governance.
The reason I wish all of us to meet the folks with compassion who then realize that their histrionic world was all a marketing illusion, is because when people are that destroyed, when they are that broken, when they are that unable to trust themselves, that’s also a very vulnerable place to be.
And there’s nothing more disgusting than kicking people when they’re down. That is not righteous, and that is not justice.
It is tyranny.
If millions of people suddenly have their world pulled out from underneath of them, and they are recognizing that that world was never real, and that their candidate was never real, and these theories were never real, and all of a sudden, millions of other people are poking them with pitchforks and hissing at them how stupid they are, well, that is a recipe for terror, folks.
That’s millions of people feeling like they have no safe place to regroup.
That terror brings on a primal instinct of fight or flight, and ends in absolute violence. People who are pushed into a desperate place will do desperate things. Very desperate things.
The ask I make is big. Because no matter how hurt you’ve been by others during this timeframe of Trump and the Russian propaganda machine, no matter how absolutely dehumanizing and awful this timeframe has made you feel about humanity, or certain people that you hold in the highest esteem—any of it—no matter what actual real-life heartbreaks you’ve encountered, maybe losing family and friends to this insane tidal wave of disinformation, illusion, division and hysteria— my ask, and it is a very big ask, is that you reach deep down inside of yourself, and find that last half-a-teaspoon of compassion that this world has not yet robbed from you, and pour its soothing liquidity onto the internal coals within all of us, that could easily explode into a raging, destructive fire.
Stay up at the 36,000 level birds-eye viewpoint with me for just one more moment— and remember that there will be millions upon millions of people whose entire reality will shatter, in the coming months. And with the exception of a handful of hard-core folks who just will not be able to let go of the illusion, a majority of these other folks will be devastated, utterly, by what they’ve given away— friends, family, social groups, words they’ve said to people that they can never take back, destroyed by the con they been part of, that they’ve been “had”. Horrified by the role they’ve played in assisting Russia and China and other governments in the de-stabilizing of American culture, rather than focusing on our highest attributes and attitudes.
For those who adhere to the ideology of patriotism, recognizing that they’ve been an effective Russian asset is even then again far more devastating.
Millions of people will be making this recognition.
It won’t be all at once and it won’t be overnight. But over the next six months as more of this information comes forward, it will be a letting-go of the histrionic mythology, by many, many people.
And my ask, my deepest ask, is that we do not turn into that which we have deeply resented, and been wounded by, this whole time—a seething mob, ready to take our anger out on those at their lowest.
Because that will make us no different than the most extreme right-wing folks, who see all illegal immigrants as vermin, LGBTQI+ people as mentally ill, people of color to be lesser-than, indigenous Americans as utterly invisible, those in poverty “seeking a handout” — the list of stepping on those who are already down, is long.
My deepest ask is when this irrefutable information comes to light, that we do not become the horrific monsters that many of us have feared—would be coming for us.
If our unchecked wounds are so great that we give them a voice—just as some of those on the extreme right have given their unchecked wounds a voice—and we choose to be the new monster when others’ worlds are shattered, we lose. Because we, ourselves, will be responsible for keeping this evil alive in the world. It will have a different face, and a different banner, and a different name, and different angle of hatred, and a different form of oppression, and marginalization and discrimination.
Yet it will still live in us.
If we learn nothing from this dystopian 8 years—we stop no cycles, we do not create new pathways, we arrest no hatred, we do not grow, and we fall back into that which we claimed we abhorred. We stop evolving as a nation.
When millions of people have their reality shattered, the buck will stop with those of us who have stayed on the outside of the disinformation campaigns, to show the entire country that there is a better way. And if we do not rise to the occasion, if we do not choose to stretch ourselves, if we do not arrest our inner need to beat down another in their most vulnerable time as we have felt beaten down, if we refuse to be the patient in the healing of a nation—then we are the very, very WORST kind of hypocrite.
My ask is that we are the responsible stewards of our own wounds, so that we do not continue batting the pendulum to the farthest ends of its most dysfunctional spectrum, just to distract each and every one of us from our very own hard work of inner healing.
Because at that point, it will no longer be “them“ being the “tyrants”.
It will be “us”.
My 36,000 foot birds-eye-view ask is that we achieve this compassion, in the many coming months. That we get ourselves prepared for this onslaught of broken hearts and absolutely destroyed ideologies. That we welcome people back into love, who have been encompassed, often willfully at first yet then trapped by their own inability to find their way out, by the relentless and pounding arms of dark stories in a false, apocalyptic world.
The slow drip of fear and hysteria that millions of people have been hooked into, for years and years, becomes a drug in the brain. The brain begins to feed off of the adrenaline and fear as a daily regimen of purpose.
This disinformation and hysteria has been a drug of choice for many. A drug to escape from their own lives, to escape away from a planet now well past its ability to support the people living on it, a drug to keep people distracted from the fact that perhaps their own life is really not where they wanted it to be.
Or, others have simply mistaken the co-opting of their conservative belief system by a wild extremist virus—as current truths.
Any way we slice it, there will be millions of people with frightened broken hearts who have realized that they’ve been had.
So please. My ask is to be kind. If it were you, wouldn’t you appreciate some grace, as your world utterly collapsed around you?
Here’s a BIG, BIG ANGELIC MESSAGE FOR EVERYONE RIGHT NOW — HOLY CRAP—This comes from the Angel that Walks with the World—I apologize for any messy formatting in advance, however I want to get this out right away, as raw as possible.
Alrighty everybody, I don’t know who needs this message today, but it’s coming through LOUDLY, from the angel that walks with the world, which is a big heavy hitter on all dimensions and all timelines—so if it’s for you, here you go:
I just got BOWLED over a few minutes ago with this awareness that this Timeframe is for us to step up and push past things that scare us the most. Do, do, do!!! Planning is over. We have what we need. Ruminating is over. There’s no more ways we can turn this pancake over to evaluate it.
We either go, or we stay. It’s pretty straightforward.
I mean, this Angel is stressing that this is a critical timeframe for EXECUTION of long-term plans. Go go go go go go go!!!!! The green flag is waving frantically at the top of the line in Montecarlo!!
Sure, we’re always supposed to push our possibilities to the max, whenever we can, can, yada yada yada—but this message is different.
This Angel has a very pointed energy in the timing right now. If it were human, it would translate as a sense of urgency, but angels are not urgent. (We will either take a path or we won’t. They know they have no control over that.)
This pointedness has to do with universal energies and where we’ve placed in our lives, our desires, our dreams, and our interest— right now. TODAY, right now. Like—NOW, now. Not a month from now. Not three months from now. Now, now.
I can’t stress the NOW part enough.
I’m certainly no astrologer but I’m guessing this may have something to do with Universal energies and that realm as well, not to mention, dozens of other Multiverse transactions that affect our own universe.
The angel that walks with the world said this to me just a few minutes ago—
“All illusion comes away from that which is purpose. Purpose shall remain asleep while hesitation is given gifts. And all shall continue.”
The short version of the story is that if you translate angels all day, as I do, this is a POWERFUL statement.
“Purpose shall remain asleep while hesitation is given gifts” is an enormously poignant statement. “Stay asleep in the angelic realm means that nothing is gonna happen with it. It’s just gonna be knocked out, a neutral energy, snoozing away. A stasis.
“Given gifts” is an extremely powerful statement, because it means that we are bringing to the feet of something, all of our best intentions. So if we hesitate, and we’re bringing all of our best intentions to the feet of hesitation, this angel is saying we’re literally going to get a whole lot of NUTHIN’. We will not make it a few inches forward with our hesitation, we will not buy us some time for more this and that, like some future timeline, but literally – NOTHING.
Nothing will move.
Nothing will be accomplished.
All of our dreams and purpose will simply stay asleep until we stop directing our energies other places.
“All will continue” means that for those who do get up off their duffs and kick into play stuff that we’ve been working on forever,—those folks will move forward without restriction.
Everybody else, though, who is sitting there wringing our hands and worrying about this or that, or trying to give ourselves 10,000 reasons why we’re not just “taking the plunge”, everything from our fear of advancing, to wanting to make sure we’re “prepared enough” to not wanting to “disappoint others” —dear Lord the list is super long that this angel is giving me, so forgive me for not including every reason we hesitate. (As fellow humans, I’m sure you can come up with reasons we just don’t do our stuff.)
This message means that we’ve got to get up off of our butts and GO. Do it. Right now.
Sign on the dotted line.
Kick the soccer ball into play. Especially those who have been in the incubating or planning process for a long time, whatever that planning is.
This could literally be anybody in anything, of course, with the caveat that I am certainly hoping that we’re not going to terrorize others with the incubated plan. (I don’t think the angels are talking about that kind maniacal of energy.)
There was a message a while back that was similar to this, coming from this angel that walks with the world, that said we needed to start launching. Immediately.
This is not a “start launching” message.
This message is saying, “Get the *heck* on the ferry boat , right now, and you may need to jump 1 foot from the ferry that’s leaving the dock, from the dock, because opportunities are pulling forward and *away*, and if you’re not on the boat, it’s gonna be a loooooong energetic wait for the next ferry, to your next purpose”
Angels are quantum beings that don’t experience time in the same way we do. So for them to indicate a long time, it’s sort of jaw-dropping, if you’re a meerkat human being.
This is not a message to inspire a “fear of missing out”. It is a message to negates “the of fear of jumping in.”
I talk a lot about how the universe gives us multiple “off-ramps” for opportunities. This is generally true. However, I would be remiss my duties if I didn’t point out repeatedly that our timelines are shortening up.
You may have noticed that 24 hours in a day flies by as if it was eight hours. It’s nuts! As such, we are part of the physics in which we live, and this powerful angel, an angel higher in “ Angelic hierarchy“ than an archangel, is very clearly saying that if we do not just LAUNCH, GO, MAKE THAT PHONE CALL, CLICK SUBMIT—we’re going to miss a POWERFUL launch window that will affect us for years and years and years to come.
PLEASE HEAR THIS PART, EVERYBODY:
This Angel is saying that all of these incredible plans or options or whatever it is, that we’ve all been making for years and years, must be set free *right now*, like a flock of butterflies or doves, to catch the correct “up draft”, in order to land where they need to land, in a timely fashion.
This is a massive timing issue.
And angels of this ilk don’t bother with timing unless it affects multiple timelines across multiple people.
Maybe you were thinking about going back to school? Or evolving into, or out of, a current relationship?
Maybe you’re looking at launching a business? Or closing a business to do something else?
Maybe you’re looking at investing in a business, or seeking investors?
Maybe you’re looking at having a child, or adopting? Moving, or finally staying put to put down roots?
Whatever the heck it is, everybody, whatever you think your purpose is attached to, with this burning desire that you’ve been prepping for, for a LONG time, now is the time to launch it! Otherwise you’re gonna be like the Boeing star liner, stuck in orbit, because they can’t bring you back, because the trajectory and launch window will just be wrong, the weather will be against you, and they will be unable to land you with the AC for safety.
So there you go. I can’t do more than this, which is to tell you to get off your freakin’ DUFF and do what it is that scares you the very most, when it means moving forward with your purpose. You’re never gonna get that moment “perfect”. You’re never going to have all the details honed in. You’re never gonna feel completely consumed with positivity and confidence around the timeline that you’ve never walked down before—there will will always be nervousness surrounding stuff we’ve never done before, or stuff we’ve messed up in the past but can learn from going forward.
This angel is saying blow off the nervousness, it’s an illusion, and get busy with your highest brilliance and your highest design, in order to bring phenomenal change to this planet, with your outstanding and irreplaceable contribution.
Otherwise, the universe will see your choice to “keep pondering”, “keep planning”, “keep evaluating” as “choosing the sleep” and it will hand those opportunities to those who are pushing themselves past their own human hiccups, which include the fear of the unknown and the fear of being responsible for that unknown, in order to meet the Universe with our flair—and aid in this new timeframe’s GRAND expansion.
Which is happening at mind-boggling speed when I take a look at it.
So there you go. Take a deep breath. Start the conversations with yourself and others that need to happen. And go go go go go go go!!!!!!!!!
In this peace and quiet today, watching the clouds float effortlessly and the squirrels play, I’m reflecting on media, of all things. Why? Because the world is truly so peaceful, and beautiful. And much of media paints a world that so—isn’t—any of those things.
I work in media. And I’m thinking about how very little I emotionally have common with where media has leaned, over the past many years.
It truly got me to thinking about when this shift happened in media, a shift when simply reporting the news became a Gladiator arena sport.
And I believe I’ve found the most recent splintering-off point in media. Certainly, US news media has always portrayed certain perceptions, such as American pride, or an American view of any foreign war.
More recently, over the past 40 years, news media as a once-means of delivering messages of what’s happening in the world has become a means to then-concoct a reality whose messages then form that outter world.
For me, this most recent media delivery-splintering goes right back to the radio shock-jocks of the 90’s.
Radio is a funny medium. The human mind plays a big part in the radio-listening experience. Back in the birthing days of radio, “radio plays” had actors reading scripts, and radio techs creating sound effects (later to be known as “Foley”, after the guy who created the art of theater of the mind via sound).
On radio, a listener’s state of mind would fill in the blanks, as this story implied by audio-only left lots of room for one’s own imagination and interpretation.
Radio was such a powerful medium, psychologically, that when late actor Orson Wells read the radio play “War of the Worlds” in 1938, listeners who tuned in late did not realize that the fictitious “news broadcast” was nothing more than scary entertainment. The sound effects, and Wells’ skillful delivery in his role as “the hysterical news reporter”, were so realistic to listeners, that they truly believed that the earth was being invaded by aliens.
This resulted in mass panic across the USA. People jumped from tall buildings to end their lives, rather than be captured and destroyed by a monstrous alien race that was wiping out cities. People emptied their bank accounts and abandoned their homes, heading out of congested cities to hide in rural places. The stock market took a hit as folks cashed out in panic, expecting a post-alien-invasion crash in the market.
This was the co-creative worst-case-scenario power of the mind, in listening to radio.
In radio, the ability for a person’s brainwaves to achieve a passive state when listening, then open people up to receive information in a differing way than if they were watching, and listening at the same time. Podcasts are at an all-time high in popularity, because of this phenomenon. The human brain is the most consciously engaged when it’s not having every single sense triggered at one time.
Interestingly enough, we are designed to thrive mentally when we are a co-participant in our perceived reality, rather than having it spoon-fed to us, eyes taped open like in a dystopian horror film, a constant stream of pop-ups and texts slamming into the hull of our consciousness, threatening to puncture our thinning steel which battles against a constant storm of rage and hysteria—that never abates.
So for me, this most recent turn in news or magazine media, and its ability to instill hysteria within people — came with radio. And most very recently, with the experiment of the shock-jocks in the 1990’s.
I say “experiment” because everything in media is an experiment. Creators experiment to see what sticks with the masses, and whatever sticks, means more advertisers flocking to the sticking-ground. Media is always evolving to reflect cultural acceptance and need. At least, media used to be on the other end of cultural acceptance and need.
Now the tail is wagging to dog, to drive engagement. Modern media steps out to create cultural need. And I can really see the lynch-pin in that cycle.
I recall hearing the shock-jocks in the 90’s for the first time—Howard Stern and Rush Limbaugh. I didn’t care for either one. They were coarse and loud and vulgar, and both worked far too hard “to shock” people. Just like staring at a bad car wreck, the listener would stay shocked to the channel.
This media style was never for me. I could feel the performative nature of it—these guys would say and do anything keep a listener. It was so overtly fake to me. It was offensive in how it didn’t care who it rolled over, or destroyed—because the desperation to hold listeners was so feverish.
Though Stern and Limbaugh were both shock jocks, pioneering a field just to “see how far they could push it” —their messages were most definitely not the same.
I recall seeing “Rush is Right” stickers everywhere in the 90’s. I didn’t know anything about Limbaugh, so one day I tuned in.
Hearing him in the feel-good 90’s, I wondered who would even ever want to listen to such vile accusation, heated blame, extreme distortion of the facts, deep paranoia, and overall negativity. He sounded like someone’s drunk grandpa on a rant at a backyard picnic who stopped making sense an hour past the potato salad running out.
Sure, I didn’t agree with his politics, but so what—that wasn’t what turned me off about the guy. My dislike for Limbaugh was his overall chosen on-air persona, and delivery. It was utterly fabricated and ridiculous. It tried way too hard, which made me uncomfortably embarrassed for him. As a media personality, I could hear all of it.
It has remained a shock to me that he was so popular. I guess I have just not ever been that unhappy or unsatisfied in my life, to align with whatever message he was pushing at the time.
As I went on in my career, I became close with folks in the radio industry. It was brought to my attention time and time again that just like Howard Stern, Limbaugh was a “shock jock”, this 90’s phenomenon of shock-media that was being auditioned through the less-expensive investment of radio airwaves. This medium became popular for a time and eventually morphed into “reality TV”, which portended to be reality, but was a soft-scripted low-bar human cat-fight that could be shot on very low budgets.
You get what you pay for, folks.
As the world has grown more dire, the Reality TV industry has folded up its shutters. There’s enough traumatizing drama in real life. We don’t need to watch manufactured pretend-drama on a screen.
In the 2000’s working in LA, I found out from my media contacts that Rush Limbaugh didn’t even BELIEVE everything he spewed on about. Turns out that though he was a conservative, he said those extreme things because it was his on-radio character. Just like Howard Stern, he did his shock-jock job, and it kept the money rolling in.
He and his people designed a show that was the antithesis to the Howard Stern Show. Where Stern’s show was weirdly cultural and sexual, Rush’s was cultural and political.
It was widely known that off the air, Howard Stern was a nerdy, quiet guy. His fans even knew this. Which was one of the reasons folks tuned in—to see how wild he would get on the show. I never, ever liked the Stern show for the same reasons I never liked Limbaugh—too much. Trying too hard to shock. Desperate for the next sensationalized thing. His character he created on-air was a “base dude” that I had nothing in common with, as strippers sat on his lap in-studio and pretended to have sex with him.
Limbaugh was known in real-life as the same nerdy, shy guy off the air by everyone who knew him. Yet his fans didn’t believe that to be true. Even when he disclosed this fact in personal interviews. Even when his wife would talk about his shy temperament, off-mic. His fans didn’t want to hear the reality of Rush Limbaugh. They preferred to buy his tough-guy raging-grandpa act all the way to the bank.
I was told by those who worked for his organization that Limbaugh was initially uncomfortable with his fans believing he was actually his radio character—at least for a time, until the money kept rolling in. Then he simply pretended he WAS the character.
Stern and Limbaugh both played a disrupter on radio that earned them millions upon millions of sponsor dollars.
The difference between Stern and Limbaugh was that Stern pushed social norms by pretending to have overtly sexual encounters in his studio, on air. He talked about body parts. He swore. He was vulgar. His was cultural defiance. Stern played on people’s sexual repression. At the time, it was shocking to listen to.
Limbaugh, in contrast, played on a different kind of repression—that of political ideology. He created his shock value by appealing to those who felt their conservative values were being overrun—by the likes of folks like fellow shock-jocker Stern.
While stern spun fictitious tales of him sleeping with four strippers at once, Limbaugh spun fictitious tales of deep-seated conspiracy and government deceit. He played on people’s paranoia, their fears of being left out of the “American Dream”, and though he wasn’t swearing like Stern, or having porn stars sit in his lap—he hissed the kind of thoughts that no one was caught dead saying out loud, opinions on race, religion, immigration, on being a white American—Limbaugh was simply parroting the “good ol boy” chats around the water cooler, in the way that Stern was parroting the “dude” talks in the locker room.
You’ll note there was no such thing as a female shock-jock in the 90’s. A few tried to moderate success, but it required a singular lens, a particular vulgarity and verbal ugliness that bordered on abusive—that didn’t really read well coming from women, due to the sexist double-standards of the 90’s. Men could be sexually promiscuous. If women had stated on-air that they were sleeping with four men at once— they’d be dropped by advertisers. Men could snark their political opinions on-air and call people “sheep”. If women did that, they’d be deemed a “bitch” and dropped by advertisers.
Women did better with this “shock-value” in the TV scape, with the feminine side-eye and steely-cold glares, cat fights, and backbiting gossip.
Those scathing shade-tossing subtleties are hard to create on radio.
The 90’s shock-jock phenomenon was a big turning point in media. Who would listen to the slap-in-the-face messages of Stern and Limbaugh?
As it turned out — everyone.
The difference between Stern and Limbaugh as time went on is that Stern rode the wave of sexually shocking, until the wave got awkward. He sensed times changing. He rolled his tone with the times, still staying edgy yet letting go of the same shock-jock-sex tricks that launched his show fifteen years prior.
Stern was an entertainer, a millionaire on Sirius XM, being one of the first radio jocks to make the transfer to satellite broadcast, paving the way for online podcasts everywhere. He wanted to stay relevant, and riding a mid-90’s gimmick for too long will relegate anyone to yesterday’s news.
Limbaugh, on the other hand, doubled down on his 90’s schtick, because his particular gimmick had been clamped down in a pressure-cooked suppressed boil since the Civil War.
Limbaugh stayed the shock-jock course, becoming more extreme as the years passed, barking his fictitious fear stories that were more bizarre as each decade clicked by, where vaccines were full of nano-technology that would infect your brain, and immigrants were the planted-enemy laced with secret terrorists who were here to destroy the American Way of Life. His battle cry to his army, as he’d refer to his fans, was: “I will tell you what to think and when to think.”
As times shifted, Limbaugh’s message didn’t. Because since Lincoln overcame the seditionists, the seditionists still resented it, hundreds of years later, with now differing faces and names and people to blame for the failing late-stage capitalism that has created the economic disparity in our nation.
Both Limbaugh and Stern’s message was always about liberating the self from cultural norms; Stern and Limbaugh both sent the message of “don’t let anyone put you in a box”.
In this process, Stern’s tone was a personal message to every listener—be yourself. Set yourself apart. Be an individual. Don’t let anyone tell you what to do or think. Be free.
Limbaugh’s message in this same process was nearly exactly the opposite—find your army. Bank together in the truth I’m telling you. I will tell you what to think. Prepare for a war.
They were both famous 90’s shock-jocks. But they weren’t the same.
We barely even hear about Howard Stern anymore. He’s still around doing his thing, with a dedicated listenership of around 10 millions folks— yet he has stepped out of the business of shock-ugliness, as he’s matured, and become more of a regular normal-edgy host these days. His fan base doesn’t need to be screamed at, or told what to think. Especially in this day and age, where ugliness is an everyday media occurrence. Rage is no longer taboo, or special, or rare, thus interesting. In 2024, shock is tiring. Stern rolled with his audience’s need
Limbaugh also rolled with his audience’s needs, a group who had not tired of the indignant rage. Instead, they found it a unifying battle-cry. He ramped up his made-up stories of doom and gloom and conspiracy and fear, amassing an enormous fan-base-turned-voter-base—and was awarded a congressional mental of honor by former President Donald Trump for his 40+ years in laying the groundwork for what became known as “Rush’s Soldiers”.
Limbaugh affected his followers with the Orson-Wells-style made up-stories of a shy radio guy, wearing the costume of a raging grandpa character who knows best, trying to keep 40 mil a year in advertising; his fans saw the Power of The Great Wizard of Oz. Those of us who worked in the industry saw the little man behind the curtain who knew how to pull the lever and speak onto the microphone.
Stern had fans that lived vicariously through his fictitious in-studio stunts with porn stars. Limbaugh had devotees who went on to run for office to liberate the country from the fictitious deep state.
They are not the same.
Over the years, I came to visit with folks who worked on Limbaugh’s show. It’s no secret that Rush Limbaugh was a big conservative. However, just like any other performer playing a character —he didn’t believe most of the stories he told on air.
His former production folk told me stories of how, for a time at least when he truly became mainstream and wasn’t just the “midnight-broadcast-guy”, that Limbaugh struggled with how literally his fans took his histrionic stories of conspiracy and government manipulation. It’s surprised even him.
He wondered if he was doing the right thing.
I asked one of these folks why, then, he kept on with his bizarre messaging , if he didn’t feel good about it. The person said—and I’ll never forget this:
“He kept being told by his producers that people believed this stuff anyway, and they did. So why not be the one to take home the check on it? If it wasn’t him, it would be someone else.”
And that’s true. Tucker Carlson picked up the mantle, and ran with it.
Toward the end of Limbaugh’s career, he suffered severe hearing loss. I don’t think that’s accidental; when any of us are saying things we don’t believe, after awhile, the psyche will tune it out, any way it can. Even going deaf to the self.
Now, media is in a free-fall of the new “shock jock” application— semi-subtle, spin-cycle, click-bait headlines. It’s a different tactic but the same old desperate grab for advertising dollars in a world whose cash flow is now drying up. Even the New York Times, a once-revered publication, has plummeted to the lowest common denominator with headlines that polarize so that indigence and anger the. drives the reader to simply open an article. Once clicked, the media source can sell “engagement” to advertisers, even if the article is never read.
We are living in a world where money is becoming harder to come by as unfettered corporate greed has swept the USA and other first-world countries. Once fiercely gate-kept, the distribution of information on media is now free and plentiful, thanks to the Internet.
Also, thanks to the Internet, the spread of disinformation is rampant.
It appears that news providers in our modern world walk a fine line between observing the click-potential of hysteria-posting, and simply reporting current events. It’s my observation that many once-storied media outlets are now failing that line-walk. If these networks and periodicals were an inebriated person pulled over by a policeman, and forced to walk that line, they’d be on such a stumble that they’d end up in cuffs, in the backseat of the squad car.
Perhaps the shock-jock phenomenon of the 90’s was the beginning of an experiment on which we can bring a conclusion, now based upon 30+ years of data.
We now know that culturally, humans are attracted to something shocking, for a moment.
We now know that over time, people wear-out on the constant hippocampus-triggering by trauma and fear. The adrenal system just can’t handle constant stimulation.
We now know that people’s brain patterns and brain chemistry can be altered by continual hippocampus-triggering, so that the brain will begin to “crave” the trigger, to create the chemicals—much like a person addicted to meth then craves the meth in the brain structure.
We now know that advertisers, media, and product manufacturers take advantage of this hippocampus-triggering, in the same way food manufacturers take advantage of the way that the human brain becomes addicted to sugar—thus resulting in countless US Food manufacturers increasing the addition of sugar into their products by 10x.
We also observe in the USA a spike in depression, suicide, anxiety, and hopelessness, which has skyrocketed since the 1990’s.
From this data, one could surmise that having the hippocampus triggered on a regular basis may be a staggering contributor to the mental health decline in the USA. Though correlation is not causation, at times—a duck is simply a duck.
Perhaps with this knowledge, we can choose to make differing choices in how we observe our media, and moreover, observe our potential hippocampus-addiction to trauma and shock.
Are we awakening to meet the day with hope and peace?
Or do we turn to our phones, and seek the next headline?
Only we can break the cycle.
Advertisers and money follow human trends. Yet we have been allowing the trend to lead the humans.
The question would be: have we shocked ourselves into permanent hysteria? Where our collective hippocampus will constantly crave shock and terror to feel “normal”?
I don’t believe so. Because I sit here, with the sun on my face, listening to the birds chirp, while I type these thoughts—I choose to observe that it’s a beautiful day.
Something is happening in the ethers. I want to share a poignant dream I had this morning— I’d awakened at around 6 AM and went back to sleep. And this was my dream:
The dream involved me wandering about with different sets of friends, as dreams do. At one point, I ended up in somewhat of a warehouse situation, on a second story, looking down to an open area below. There was no railing on this upstairs balcony space.
I was standing upstairs with my wife Rebecca and with my buddy Roy, and there were two friends that were downstairs. I didn’t recognize them, but I knew where they were my friends. One wasn’t feeling good, and was lying on a what looked like a cot, in a sleeping bag, and the other one was caring for this person.
It wasn’t a dire scene. The person in the sleeping bag just wasn’t feeling great, and the other person was just a pal, who was hanging out with them to keep them company and shoot the breeze. No drama.
I begin to watch the person in the sleeping bag squirm around, almost like they were starting to get leg cramps, and then they kicked the sleeping bag off of themselves.
The accompanying friend sat forward and put their hands on this other person, and then they started to squirm around, almost like something was trying to crawl out of both of their skin.
But it was not a negative thing.
It was like something was trying to get out that needed to come out.
Something was moving through them.
Seconds later, my buddy Roy started breathing weird and grabbed his chest, and then grabbed onto the wall and was also experiencing this giant feeling of freeing “overwhelmed”, right as Rebecca’s breathing became very erratic, and it was almost as if she was heaving with her breath, and these sobs started to come out of her. (Rebecca is a pretty calm cookie, so to have her just burst into sobbing overwhelmed tears in a public situation is not exactly a normal thing.)
The tears were not that of sorrow. They were great relief. Great, overwhelmed, welcoming release and relief.
I immediately knew what was happening. I knew this energy by name. I could feel it in the room.
It was a spirit, and it was traveling over the Earth, releasing people from an overwhelming oppression none of us even knew we carried—a heaviness, a fear, a weight that’s been hanging in the ethers, in our flesh, for generations and generations.
Some might call this a huge good vibe that rolled through. Others would call it The Holy Spirit. I would lean into the latter, because It very much had a consciousness, rolling through people and releasing each one of us from a prison of dark and heavy ethers that we didn’t even know existed within us.
I personally recognized it as the Holy Spirit, immediately. Folks from different belief backgrounds, and different cultures, would have a different name for it. It goes by many names, as the Universe does, to meet us exactly where our understanding is.
I recognized it as an emissary of God, a living part of Love, immediately.
Not the human-formed-dogmatic-“god”, but the actual Majestic Living Love that binds all things in the universes, and beyond.
This Holy Spirit of Love was rolling across the Earth, liberating humans from this heavy, heavy blanket of hopelessness and despair and limitation that we have all been pinned beneath, that has been ingested into our very cells. That has defined our cultures. That has created a dark lens through which we all see, no matter how bright the day.
This blanket of oppression and of darkened weight was so great that it caused physical convulsions in people as it left their bodies.
And I saw in that moment that we all carry this heaviness with us, unconsciously—an invisible parasite having made its heavy home in our flesh hundreds of thousands of years ago, hiding silently within our facia, our cell membranes, our nerve columns.
When this beautiful Holy Love Spirit released this heaviness from our 3rd dimensional ether, our subsequent physical response was erratic, uncontrollable—this heavy energy was almost violently and quickly ejected by our own systems, once the right trigger occurred to give us an “assist”.
The trigger was this Love Vibration, this Holy Love Spirit.
Thus was the deep embeddedness of this unconscious, parasitic, heavy darkness.
In the dream, I realized that this Love Spirit was sweeping the Earth and scrubbing heaviness out of all us, and out of this 3rd dimensional ether that we all live in—cleaning it all up.
And I instantly realized that this was occurring because we could finally handle not carrying all of this heaviness anymore.
We never could handle it. It has warped us, ruined our bodies, shredded our minds, exhausted our spirits.
This heaviness was a spiritual experiment we tried on, eons ago, that was failing, century after century.
We couldn’t even recall why we tried this experiment in the first place.
We as a human race could finally handle the transformation, the release of this heavy and dark energy; we could finally handle the physical shaking or writhing or coughing or sobbing, and not fall apart in our minds.
We could trust the process, subconsciously, because we knew we were out of options—and it was time. (Kind of like giving birth—once it starts, there’s only one way that baby is gonna come out. Nobody enjoys it, but you know it’s the only option.)
We, humanity, ourselves—could finally handle releasing all of this heaviness, without it literally and physically killing us. It was a little bit physically uncomfortable to release, but only for those who fought it. Otherwise, it just felt like a giant, slightly uncomfortable brain freeze, or rush.
As Rebecca and Roy were both bursting into uncontrollable beautiful tears, coughing and heaving breath as this heaviness left all of our systems, I was also overcome by the sensation of relief and love, that was moving through everyone. It was so familiar. I knew why it was here.
I put my hand on Rebecca’s back and I put my hand on Roy’s arm, and I realized what was happening.
I could feel this energy surge through me— it was incredible, so hopefully and SO powerful and SO loving, not ONE agenda past freeing all of us from this awful MUCK we’ve been co-existing within us for as long as more modern people have been around.
I was instantly connected to everything else that was alive—the Universe, this Holy Love Spirit, all of my sweet baby fellow human beings —all of it—through this euphoric and absolutely pure surge of love electricity.
It did not hurt. I could feel heaviness leaving my chest and body, and that was mildly uncomfortable, almost like when you drink an Icee too quickly, and your chest freezes up, yet I breathed into it, and the more I relaxed, the more the discomfort instantly went away, and allowed this absolutely unyielding LOVE to flood through every cell I had, and warm me back up.
It was a phenomenal feeling.
It was truly REAL.
I stayed very aware through this experience. I knew what it was. I wasn’t bursting into relieved tears, yet I was joyful —in the dream, I realized that my job was to continue to be a conductive element, like a copper wire, for this energy to flow through.
So I energetically opened up heart, and allowed this energy to shine out.
It was so powerful.
It was so huge. It didn’t originate from me. It just traveled through me. I wasn’t anything supernatural in this equation—I was a conductive surface. Like a copper wire.
I was aware.
I said to this Holy Love Spirit “I will help you hold this space,” not as an authority over others, but as one of many helpers, more like a radio tower or a radar dish, relaying this energy outward into the room, into the earth.
It wasn’t an exclusive job. It wasn’t a prestigious job that made me more important than others. Nobody but me and this Love Spirit—and as it turned out in the dream, Rebecca—knew I was even doing it.
It was simply my job. Something in me “turned on” and I recognized my function.
It’s not very sexy to be a copper wire in a wall conducting electricity. But that’s what my job was, to allow this energy to just consciously radiate outward. And I was euphoric to do it. To consciously leave the gate open, and allow it to flow through me. Like a wire in a wall, conducting electricity to the lamp.
Humanity was the lamp. The earth was the lamp.
I understood my design in that moment. Everything about me made sense—in that moment.
Unlike my friends and family in this dream, I wasn’t beautifully broken apart with the sense of relief from this energy—because it was so very familiar to me.
I was energized with it. I was glowing with it. In this dream, it dawned on me that right in that second, was the big reason for my design on this planet.
It was the moment that I was put on this earth for, right then, with my specific awarenesses and skillsets.
It was the singular space in time, that I was to be present in a body, on earth—to be able to assist in channeling all of this energy, and help it continue to flood through this third dimension.
Not a sexy job. Not a flashy job. Not an exclusive job—I knew there were others. Just functional and powerful, and it was between me and the Universe.
And all these folks around me, my wife, my pal Roy, these two people that were my friends who were down in the bottom of the warehouse, were all continuing to receive this energy broadcast, wiping the earth clean from this unnecessary heaviness and oppression.
This whole dream probably took about 20 seconds of dream time to experience—if that.
There I stood on this warehouse balcony, my hands on my wife and my pal, being One with this incredible, humming energy, allowing it to fill everything, allowing it to change my cells and ignite a purpose that had been sleeping until that moment of conductivity—I allowed it to flow through me and clean out my cells, and attenuate me to do what it needed to do, so Incould keep doing what I needed to do, because apparently, that’s exactly what I was designed for.
I was designed for that exact moment. And that moment was going to change everything on the earth, for me, and for everyone. I was watching it happen. 
Inside my flesh, it felt like trying to start an old car that has been sitting dormant since 1974 in the garage, but I could feel pieces of my inner spirit and cell work, coming alive, roaring forward, radiating with this love vibration, that was rolling through each and everyone of us.
I was awakened out of my dream this morning by a voice gently yet purposefully saying, “Danielle,” in my real-life left ear—in that way that someone wants to wake you but doesn’t want to startle you.
I was sleeping on my side. I figured it was Rebecca, and something was up with the dogs this morning—it gently pulled me awake, as someone trying to wake you up will.
It was definitely a voice from reality that even punctured my dream, as an alarm would, where for a nanosecond second your dream incorporates sounds in the outside corporal world.
I opened my eyes. I expected Rebecca to touch my back, and continue to tell me what was up. There was a purposefulness to the voice that awakened me, so I was ready to hear why I awakened.
“Yes?” I croaked out, first thing in the morning.
Silence. Stillness. More silence.
I was alone in the room.
The house was still and it was too light outside for Rebecca to still be home. She would have been at work for quite some time.
It wasn’t afraid. I realized something had purposefully awakened me. Something familiar and gentle. And I realized upon thinking about it, it sort of sounded like Rebecca, but really—it sort of didn’t.
In fact, I couldn’t even give the voice a gender, once I really thought about it in my fully awake space.
But being awakened when I did, I recalled the dream. I recalled the dream, so vividly.
So vividly in fact, I’m writing this right now.
If you feel something try to move through your flesh, something that makes you feel uncomfortable or physically itchy, or twitchy, or feels like an Icee that you swallowed too quickly, trying to release itself from your body—let it roll through you.
Don’t fight it.
Let the tears come if they come.
This is LOVE, trying to relieve your pain.
Let the relief sweep you, the relief of feeling one with a LOVE Spirit that just wishes to rinse out your sweet cells so that you can truly feel the majesty and acceptance of the Universe in which you are a part—and the relief of FEELING and BEING the LOVE that binds all of us together.
All of us together.
Because that’s what’s real.
And it’s really happening—right now.
That’s what the dream was about.
Some may call it a form of rapture. Others may call it an ascension, or a transformation, or a release. Or an evolution, or a shift in consciousness.
It doesn’t matter what you call it.
Because it’s happening anyway.
It’s happening to everyone—even those who have no belief in something of this nature that would occur. It’s a physics issue, a tangible issue, here in our third dimension.
It’s here to release ALL of us from our eons of heaviness and oppression, and our internal self-imposed prisons and isolations.
It is what is REAL, in all of us.
You’ll recognize it once it flows through you. We may fear its extreme power to liberate us from identities that we worked so diligently upon— identities we thought would keep us safe, forged in suffering, in neglect, in abandonment, identities forged in rage and anger, identities forge under the heavy fist of fear.
We may deny it access to our hearts at first, thinking that it will overwhelm us, erase us, and we won’t have “control”—yet needing to have that sense of control is something we’ve developed from living in a trauma environment for centuries. We do not control Love. We ARE Love. It may feel foreign to us, because we have simply forgotten what we are. We cannot be erased by what we truly are. We can only be fortified.
Denying this wash of peace within us, this rinsing-out of the guck we have accumulated over millennia, is like refusing to breathe just because we have held our breath too long under the water, and now that we have surfaced, we resent that our body is frantically pushing us to exhale.
Some would rather die over the principle of perceived control—rather than accepting their biology.
Hardening our hearts to this most basic connective love energy only causes US pain, until we simply allow it to flow through us.
I watched the discomfort happen in people in this dream—some more than others.
We are alive in magnificent times. Our earth needs our help. Our neighbors need our help. Our communities need our help. Our loved ones need our help. We are all connected by this beautiful Love energy, and that is the truth of where we are, as living beings.
Have mercy and compassion on those who are unable to see themselves as part of this beautiful whole, those who live in a terrifying, separate, stranded reality, that many of us will never understand.
We do not have to take part in that dimension of fear with those who insist on living within it. We do not need to argue into dimensions that we simply do not relate. Shake the energies off of interactions with those who are learning their own lessons, and leave them with love to their lessons, continuing to shine brightly, for those who are willing to see.
Yet we do not have to persecute those who so mercilessly persecute themselves by living a life of self-imposed darkness, illusion, fear and heaviness; that is its own hell, here.
We can simply continue to invite these beautiful and weary souls to an endless table of acceptance and love, where they can truly be seen.
We can never make anyone sit at the table.
We all have our own lessons.
And those lessons are between each one of us, and this Holy Love Energy.
May each and every one of you open yourselves up to feeling this most beautiful birthright. You are all my gorgeous family, in this beautiful, transitioning place, that hums with purpose, gifts—
and endless miracles.
We got this, you guys.
We got this.
Signed—
Your Garden-Variety Copper Wire that Rejoices When You Light Up
From Psychic / Medium Danielle Egnew 