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

I love you.💜