THE ETERNAL #NOW

Earth - The Eternal Realm

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Heart - The Rainbow Bridge

This past Sunday, I was blessed with the opportunity to go on an intuitive joy ride with my friend Justin. We began in Camp Hill, and just followed the natural vibes all the way down towards Gettysburg, which brought us up into town from the south west.

As we were moving through the country landscape with the wind as our guide, we were both amused at how this popular tourist township seemed to be telling us our own story of celestial adventure apart from the death and trauma saga which had cemented the area’s identity for the better part of 200 years. Noticing the signs as we made each twist and turn through those back country roads, we began to feel as though the stars were guiding us out of the past and directly into the present moment.

Organic happenings had us turning this way and that to look for oil for Justin’s car, as well as for a bathroom. We took note of the road signs Polaris, as well as the Star or Venus, which took us right into Seven Sisters with our search. Having no luck at the hole in the wall pit stop in that town, we continued on. I personally took note of the fact that I have lived in this area for 40 years, and I regularly visit Gettysburg in both cold and warm weather, but this time felt different. I have always felt deeply connected to that town for many reasons, and had always empathized with the way that war and destruction had permanently altered what was fertile and peaceful territory prior to the iconic battle. Yet, this particular ride through the past had an otherworldly note to it that was no longer speaking to the ghosts in me, but rather to the return of something timeless. And on these roads that I had never seen before, despite the familiarity of the general landscape, an entirely new story seemed to be unfolding.

After a slew of celestial and angelic impressions had dusted our road flow with enough signs and synchronicities to realize we were being very distinctly led - we turned onto the longest straightest road I have seen in quite a while. It was accented on both sides by golden farm fields leading to a distant point on the horizon where emerald timber lines on each side appeared like forest walls delineating between this world and another. I describe it like this because that particular leg of the trip felt deeply etheric, outside of the mental matrix of time. As we approached the climax of that road at the top of that earthen hill, we entered into a beautiful natural archway where the trees reached across the road towards the arms of one another. It was in that moment, when we came into that portal, that I literally saw and felt an unseen veil fall from all 3 of my eyes.

It was about a 5 second stretch of earthly time where time slowed down, and I didn’t see the Earth as a physical stationary location, but rather as an eternal realm of multidimensional magic. So many kingdoms - seen and unseen, inter and extra terrestrial - were flashed into my awareness, as I realized the overlaying and interplaying of all such “nations” (co)existing within the vastness of Earth’s extended domains. It truly felt like a moment straight out of Narnia or LOTR, and I was completely sober mind you. My consciousness was not altered in any way except for the tangible vibrations of gratitude and full presence.

It was in this flow space of liminal existence that we then broke through that timeless tree line portal and straight into the distant past as we landed on the battlefield itself. It was such a stark contrast in vibes… a brief moment of “no stories” juxtaposed by such a distinct and deadly one with hundreds of tourist roaming around paying homage to it - strengthening it with their energy and focus. I suddenly felt like I was in the video game sims or Zelda… where there are a different domains and realms within the greater world and map, and there are populations of people that are programed participants of each zone, and that the main conscious character must make his or her way through the various areas to experience and gain information, knowledge, resources, etc…

I felt like all the people on the battlefield were a bunch of NPCs that were programmed into that scenery as an ambient backdrop as I was undergoing my own mental matrix hack.

#NOW, the prevailing story of extreme death and destruction that happened there over 150 years ago felt as though it had lost all its power in my perception. #NOW, instead of it being THE story it was only A story to me, and I had experienced an infinitely more magical one just moments prior. The narrative of that land had shifted for me through the enchanted ride into that space, and now I felt so far above and detached from all the suspenseful plot lines, attacks, and counterattacks that once meant so much to me there.

Justin and I both had the same comprehension of what was transpiring as we shared that experience, and we spent some time discussing how much of our culture and humanity has historically and currently upheld, and even worship the spirit of death and decay with our mental preoccupations with it, as well as financial investments into it. Whether it be from us supporting battle scenes with our finances, or spending them on various ways to escape death… we generally seem to be more obsessed with death than we are with life and truly living. And even if we are not focusing our time and attention on death directly, generally we have our minds anywhere but the present - where the only true moment of life actually exists. It’s the only thing that’s truly REAL and the only place where life is actually occurring… like a perpetual fountain of youth.

We went on to discuss the possibilities of what would happen if humanity collectively decided to let go of all the old stories that kept us bound to the past and to pain, and if we rewrote and reconstituted our personal and collective narratives as something much more present, hopeful, and life affirming. Obviously, trauma can leave scars that may still be seen as markers of the past, but the way we attach ourselves and our identities to the stories of the past determines the difference between spiritual, mental, and emotional life and death.

It may not seem so simple to anyone else, but to me in those moments it all broke down to a simple choice of holding on or letting go of pain. Pain that I had woven stories and my identity around from past traumatic happenings, as well as pain I may be creating for myself currently from holding onto moments of joy in the past that I felt somehow removed from in the now. And this is why Jesus’s embodied message of faith and forgiveness is so powerful and transformative in my opinion, and why He rightfully says I am The Way, The Truth, and The Life. I feel He was always pointing us and his disciples to the benevolent goodness of the present moment, which I feel can only be experienced by embracing the heart space fully. When we allow ourselves to drop down out of our minds and the stories and programs we have stored there, our awareness naturally drops down into the heart - which to me is the true key to the Kingdom of God. The space where no stories exist except for our unified oneness with all the other 432hz Heart spaces on planet Heart Herself. This is why I believe the Bible tells us that the Kingdom of God is within us. And this is what I feel Jesus was entirely - a walking talking miraculous open Heart portal - something that no man made doctrine could ever hope to do anything to except alter or defile with the mind.

After kicking around our epiphanies and ponderings we were having in those moments, I asked Justin where he felt we should head to next. He paused for a moment and then asked if there were any gardens anywhere near by - said he felt we were being led to some sort of garden next, but the only place our GPS showed us was an assisted living development right outside of downtown with the name “gardens in it”. So we just kept on moving down the road which passed us by an intruiging looking cemetery which called to both of us. As we turned onto the stone road leading into the side of the cemetery, we noticed that the name of the cemetery was Oak Lawn Memorial Gardens, and of course we knew we had found the right place - just didn’t think it was gonna be a cemetery lol. We went as far back into the plots as we felt we were being led to, and when we stopped to park without any agenda I looked over to my right and saw The Rainbow Bridge calling to me LOUDLY, as just 20 minutes prior to that I had an unrelated sync around “rainbow bridge” with my Florida friend, David via text.

I knew this was a sign we were on that vibrational bridge already with that entire eternal experience, and yes - I had definitely crossed over.