7/23/96 8:23 PM This day marks the beginning of Dog Days and the eight year anniversary of my magical night in the wilderness of Idaho. As for Dog Days, I have been looking forward to this time when Sirius is most aligned with Earth. Metatron has informed me of the evolutionary updates that will be transmitted from Sirius destined for Earth via the EM pathways that connect Sirius to Earth during Dog Days. He is reporting that this time, major adaptations have been programmed which include alterations to DNA which will trigger changes to propel us forward in our evolution. Systems that have been dormant for centuries are to be awakened and put into service, e. g., the solar battery mechanism, the third-eye antenna operation, a fortified immune system, and the divine communication relay station at the heart.
These evolutionary updates are ready to be uploaded into each individual who is willing to let go of the ways things used to be => delete the old programs to make room for the new. This is simple, but not easy. Those old programs can run deep and be hard to get rid of. But, in order to be able to evolve with Earth, they must go.
The anniversary of my night out alone in the wilderness, is a celebration of when I opened my doors to the supernatural forces that are working on my behalf. The events that took place that afternoon and night were enough to convince my mind of the presence of these forces and how the events unfolded convinced my mind they were on our side. This was a significant turning point in my path. From that point on, I went forward confident that my way was being cleared before me, and that my mind did not have to figure out every step. My mind learned that it could surrender and things would get better, not worse! WOW!
2/9/97 11:51 AM It's very interesting to me that I never before wrote about the two most 'supernatural' and outlook changing events in my life. I'm not sure why, but until my back was up against the wall because I want those stories to be a part of this book, I resisted writing about them. I faced the first one (my visit to a meeting of the GWB) yesterday and found the recalling and re-examining of this event, was a special event in itself. I learned new things about what had taken place and I felt the thrilling exhilaration all over again. I now excitedly face the recollection of that night alone in the wilderness. . .
July of 1988 was a major time of transition for me. My spiritual/mythological life was emerging outwardly into all of my life, completely changing how I look at everything. Synchronicity was being displayed often and my mind was becoming convinced that things are not the way it thought they were. Inner teachers were guiding me to a higher level of understanding and intimately communing with me. I had just recently discovered my Mothership from Sirius and had started to establish avenues of communication. My world was rapidly expanding and I grew out of who I was before I experienced these things. I also grew out of relationships and career goals as I transformed.
I was filled with the excitement and exhilaration of an explorer setting off into previously uncharted territory, but slightly tethered by the knowledge of the need for alterations on my life to be able to accommodate my expanded view.
In that previous life I was a sales rep and marketing consultant for a computer co. selling mostly to dentists. I had the tough assignment of manning a sales booth at a dental convention at the resort on the lake at Coeur d'Alene, Idaho. I was on my own so my time away from the booth was spent communing with Earth and spiritually focused. My inner myth emerged outward into outer life and I learned how spirit can permeate all of my life when I surrender and allow it to come through. Synchronicity played with me and thrilled me every step of my way. TuChi (my main spirit guide) and I enjoyed Earth's wonders together and after the beautiful sunset my Mothership from Sirius appeared with its rotating colored lights and I saw and felt an exchange of energies between us. I was enjoying a rich and full time with all of this.
There was, however, one little yearning. This was such a romantic place--it would be very nice to have someone to walk hand-in-hand with along the laketop boardwalk and kiss in the moonlight. I still had a boyfriend at home (because I had not yet expressed my desire to move on), so I didn't think this wish was very likely, but it would be nice . . .
The second evening of the convention, a few people who were professional acquaintances invited me to join them in the lounge for a drink. I had mostly been avoiding people during my off-duty time because I preferred my spirit realm companions and adventures, but this sounded appealing and I agreed to meet them in the lounge later. By the time I arrived, the group had grown quite large and rowdy. I was offered a seat in about the middle of the dozen or so lively people. I felt welcomed and joined the party. An admiring gaze was being cast at me by a very gorgeous man sitting across the table from me. We shouted a few things at each other (the joint was hoppin' on a Saturday night) and we both were very aware of the mutual attraction. He responded with great interest when I shared my usual preference for time alone to explore the spiritual realms that are opening up to me. He was suddenly a star and lovestruck, adoring little boy, and he was irresistible. (He was very different than any dentist I'd ever met.)
I agreed to meet him and the rest of the group for dinner in about a half hour, but the group thing was starting to get on my nerves, so I allowed a gorgeous sunset viewed from the roof to carry me away and I dined on golden pink/blue glow. After dancing with TuChi and reconnecting with my Mothership, the fascination with and attraction to this rare find in dentistry led me back to the lounge.
Just as I entered, my new friend jumped up and exclaimed "There she is! Carol! Over here!" I must admit, I was quite flattered by his enthusiastic response to my presence. As I approached, he was asking "What happened? Why weren't you at dinner?" When I explained that I was captured by a beautiful sunset, he thought that was cool, but I could see in his eyes that he didn't think that was a good enough reason to stand him up for dinner. He forgot about dinner quickly as our sharing continued over drinks and dancing. The desire for a quieter setting led us hand-in-hand outside onto the boardwalk on the lake. We walked and talked and kissed for hours. It was the romantic moment I had always dreamed of. We allowed ourselves the magic of getting totally lost in each other and in the moment.
Interestingly, we had both made promises of monogamy to partners back home, so physically we did not go beyond heavy petting, but in every other way, we were lovers and I was the princess being swept up by her prince. This classic romantic tale also has a classic ending. During the light of day of the next morning, we met briefly for a somewhat awkward farewell. We promised to remain friends and he wanted to maintain the spiritual connection we had established, and we headed off in opposite directions. It wasn't too difficult to let go because I saw the perfection of the moment we shared and I saw how it was exactly what I had asked for to enjoy this romantic setting and it didn't need to be any more than that to be perfect. I was very impressed to see my desire manifest so quickly and so perfect in every detail. The cause => effect was very obvious to me. I could see how the process worked. My research into the manifestation process had begun. Our encounter also served the purpose of opening him up to spirit which made it a win/win.
I needed to drive to the airport in Spokane, WA and then fly back to Seattle late that afternoon. I had seen a sign post for 'Sprit Lake' when I drove out from the airport. I wanted to spend some time communing with Mother Earth and Sun ushering in Dog Days and expressed a desire to find a secluded place up in the mountains where I could take off my clothes and sunbathe--Spirit Lake (not the one on Mt. St. Helens) seemed like a good place for that, so I headed out.
The area wasn't particularly beautiful nor was there much in the way of improvements or even places to park. I found a place to park at a wide spot in the road, hiked up the side of the hill until I was out of sight range to the occasional car, and proceeded with my naked communing until I figured it was time to go catch my plane. I did have a couple flashing thoughts about how great it would be to have a close encounter with my Mothership from Sirius out here at Spirit Lake at the beginning of Dog Days and I briefly toyed with the idea of spending the night at one of the rustic accommodations I had passed, but I quickly dismissed it because I was expected at home.
When I reached the car, I discovered that in the process of collecting a few provisions for my time in the sun, I had locked the keys in the car. While I was making sure there wasn't another way in, a parade of several cars went by, all with numbers on their license plates that were significant to me. This reassured me that there was purpose in this event. I headed down the road on foot towards the funky beachfront cabin resort I had passed about a mile back. I knew I was not going to make my flight so I hoped to borrow a telephone to make other arrangements and let my boyfriend know of my delay, and a coat hanger.
A sort of spooky and reluctant old woman let me use her phone and set out to find a coat hanger. There were no more flights until the next day so I decided to indulge myself and find somewhere to stay out there. The woman found a hanger, I thanked her and started back up the hill, filled with anticipation of what might come my way that night. The hanger worked quite nicely and I was once again on my way. I thought I would stay at one of the little cottage resorts I had seen. But, as I drove back by them, none of them seemed inviting in the least so I decided to check out the other side of the lake hoping to find more options there.
It turned out to be quite the opposite--there was no civilization at all on the other side. I drove for several miles along a very nice road with no sign of any habitation. I surprised myself with the idea of just finding a place to pull over and spend the night outdoors in the wilderness of this secluded area of Spirit Lake. Wow! I was sure my mommy would not want me doing that, but the inner voice was compelling, so when I spotted a place wide enough to park off the road, I pulled over. There was a tightly packed row of pine trees that lined the road at this point, which made a lovely privacy screen, just in case any cars did get out this way.
I got out of the car and started passed the pine fence to scope out my camp site. As I passed between two of the arboreal sentinels, Avalon stretched out before me. I was stopped in my tracks by a breathtakingly beautiful scene: Just down a gentle slope of about 50 feet, a rippling river descended from the hill behind it and turned to parallel the road at precisely the point where I was standing. Late afternoon sun danced through the swaying branches of the lush green forest that are surrendering to the song of the wind. The water appeared to be shimmering gold jewels as the sun is reflected off ever-changing surfaces. Current, rocks, wind, changes in direction, evaporation--all play on the water surface which the sunlight is bouncing off of. The intense blue of the sky above the trees is also reflected in the water. At the point where the river turns, it divides into two rivulets and creates an island in between. This rocky island is home to a few very large Cedar and other varieties of pine trees. At the high point of the island a circle of clearing about 6 feet in diameter is filled with thick, lush moss.
Having recognized my campsite, in a very stunned state, I returned to the car and gathered provisions for the night (making sure I had the keys), and set out for the island full of wonder and awe. When I got to the mossy bed, I was once again stopped in my tracks by the sighting of a fire ring filled with fire wood. That did it! I went over the edge! There was no way my mind could explain this and it surrendered. I knew that this place had been prepared for me and I had been led to it through a sequence of events that I allowed myself to be guided through. COOL!! (Words seem inadequate to describe the significance of this revelation, so I'll stick with understatement.)
In this new state of credulous (vs. incredulous) awe, I proceeded through a fabulous celebration of my 'crossing over': The rivulet to the southeast of the island had its own small island made of sand (everything else was rocks). I disrobed, parked my clothes on a high and dry rock on the river's edge, and headed for the sandbar. There was just enough room to sit on the sand, but my legs and feet protruded into the chilly water. I watched the sundrenched water flow all around and through me. I felt as fluid as the river and I felt deeply Loved. I let the sound of the rippling water over the rocks assist my letting go and I allowed myself to receive this gift.
I laid back and invited the cleansing waters to flow through me and intense gratefulness overtook me. I didn't know how or why I was so honored to receive this gift, but it was so obvious that it was here for me, and it was so wonderful that I certainly did not want to refuse it => surrender. The natural response following surrender is gratefulness and the understanding of true grace. I was literally floating in a state of grace as the river washed away all my sins (this use of 'sins' is purely allegorical as I don't believe in the idea, which is all they are). But there is such a thing as redemption through grace. I was lifted up to a higher frequency by connecting to my divine resources which got me beyond my mind's barriers and opened me up to receive rich rewards. This is redemption and my entry to heaven--and all it takes is letting go. I let all this sink in, as well as the golden shine of the setting sun, the dancing boughs, the gurgling sounds, and the sensation of the cool waters stimulating my body as they sweep across. I remained one with this flow until the sun disappeared over the horizon and evening's chill emerged.
I certainly felt a new creature emerged from that baptism and walked gingerly across the river rocks towards the dry clothes. I enrobed, and on the ground, under my clothes, was a ticket stub from Sun Bear's talk he had given at Unity Church in Seattle a few weeks back. Even though I had attended that event, I was quite sure that I had not worn these same clothes. So, another wondrous mystery lay at my feet. I realized that I was not very far from Sun Bear's colony and this ticket stub was a calling card letting me know who had prepared this site for me. I found this made perfect sense to me--when I listened to him speak, I felt very connected to him because he was saying things that I had been receiving on my inner channels. Things about changes Earth is facing and the prophecy that the eruption of Mt. Rainier will follow the eruption of Mt. St. Helens. Hearing these things from him helped validate my inner sources. I surmised that he and I were picking up the same channel and that he could have been guided to this place to facilitate my initiation. Again, I was most grateful.
I climbed back up to my mossy haven and started a fire with some dry paper and a lighter from my purse. I recalled how just a few weeks ago, one of my dentist customers had shared his story of being lost and stranded in Alaskan wilderness for four days. He told me that he partly attributed his survival to remembering his boy scout training that taught him to use tree bark as fuel for the fire when other firewood was not available. He made it a point to encourage me to remember that If I was ever in need of a fire in the wilderness. Little did I know at the time . . .
As it happened, there were a few large downed logs nearby who's bark provided plenty of fuel for my fire all night long and I probably would not have figured out that source without that timely tip. The fire provided heat and light for reading. I had recently discovered the book Christ Consciousness by Norman Paulsen and was absorbed by his telling of his experiences with his Mothership. Since I was filling with anticipation of some sort of contact with my Mothership on this Dog Day evening, I poured through Paulsen's accounts in preparation for my own.
Nightfall brought bright stars piercing through the holes in the trees. The density of trees did not offer an expanse of sky but I leaned back against one of the large cedar trees and watched the cluster of stars in the opening above me. Their beautiful shining, twinkling, and dancing among the waving tree boughs was a stunning show. Taking that in to the accompaniment of the music of the rippling streams that surround me, the dancing of the fire, the accommodation of the mossy bed, and the healing life force running through my back rest, put me in a state in which I was enjoying Heaven on Earth.
I alternated between reading and gazing/dozing under the dancing stars. I felt very connected to the beings on my Mothership. I felt a kinship with them which was like recognizing a common home language. I wanted very much to link up with them. I felt they were my family before my migration to Earth. I saw how the Dog Day configuration is an opportunity for reunion with this family because of an alignment that allows for exchange.
In the distance, just above the horizon, I spotted the rotating colored lights of my Mothership. I became very excited and hoped they would come closer. They kept their physical distance. But the connection and sense of homecoming was extremely potent and intimate. I understood how this was a much closer encounter than a physical one. I was deeply moved by the sense of belonging and understanding that encompassed me. I sobbed deeply as I was welcomed into knowing arms. I felt that this connection would remain and I could call on the comforts and nurturing of home through this connection. Again, I felt I had to be the most blessed among the blessed.
All of this adventure had been orchestrated to facilitate my homecoming with beings from a previous home--Sirius, and to demonstrate the benefits of letting go. At dawn, with that mission quite accomplished, I packed up my goods, expressed my gratitude to this sacred site, trekked back up the hill, crossed back through the gate to Avalon, and emerged at the car. A rather dumbstruck girl made her way back to the Spokane Airport and boarded the first plane to SeaTac. As I approached my home in Redmond, re-entry loomed before me, I was nervous because I knew this experience had deeply changed me in ways that I would be discovering for a long time. I knew I would no longer fit in the life I had fashioned before this experience. I knew this change in me would ripple out and cause far reaching consequences. But, I was transformed--a new creature, with a whole new way of looking at my world and I can't and don't want to go back. Therefore change must occur to accommodate the new view which includes much more than before.
This one display of divine intervention greatly impacted my life due to the resultant mind surrender which opened the door to all the heavenly resources I now freely partake in. I have learned that the gate to Avalon is on the inside and I can go there whenever I want. I am very happy I was open enough to be led into that adventure.
Written 27 April 1997. Revised 10 June 1998. Copyright (c) 1997, 1998, 1999 by the Order of Pink Roses.
