Trance End Dance at Las Pulgas
This is a story about soul transmigration or possibly netherworld portals, whichever is more comfortable to perceive. Now some of you may read the following story and think it is a great work of fiction. Others may wonder about it and still admire the construction, regardless of its validity. I have to admit it was pretty cool.
Let me assure you the story is about real people and a real event that we all experienced that day. It was vastly different than what the rest of the world was going through in those hours following what most felt to be an extreme tragedy. I hold no judgment on the event, although I question the real source of its inception and implementation still.
I had been sleeping under the stars for a couple of months, since returning from Chile. I had a huge cement slab about 100 by 200 feet for my bedroom floor, left from a highway maintenance yard years ago. I retired to the combined sounds of the surf, a babbling brook, and frog songs; waking to the penetrating shrieks of hawks and the caws of ravens in their morning feeding frenzy.
The morning of the event I awoke rather suddenly to a different scene; a flood of symbols streaming from the void through my mind’s eye, with little time to recognize let alone interpret, but I did notice sacred geometry figures and some ancient spiritual symbols. It was like a torrent streaming through.
I knew instantly that something way beyond my understanding was happening and that I was being ‘tapped on the shoulder’ and ‘tuned in’ for some cosmic reason. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen next; only that it had a sense of ‘destiny’ to it that was unmistakable.
I got up and walked down to the house shortly after the visual stream stopped, feeling a sense of urgency to get down to the office we had in the lower level. On my way I found out about the event from a woman who was living on the property in a small trailer not far from my open-air bedroom with air mattress resting place.
She was nearly hysterical with anxiety and was already in her car and headed out of the canyon as she yelled the gist of the details to me. It was surreal to say the least, hardly being able to imagine what she had just described.
I had the sense that the streaming video I saw a few moments before was my introduction at a totally different level than she could imagine, so I just listened as she freaked out from the intense emotional shock and awe.
I walked on down to the house and as you might expect, synchronistically received a phone call as soon as I walked into our makeshift office in the pseudo-basement. It was actually more of ground level storage. The house was above it.
The phone rang immediately as I opened the door, not surprisingly. The woman on the other end, a dear friend and publicist for Linda Goodman at one time, was frantic about telling me to turn the radio on and listen to what was happening. I told her I’d already heard about it and was aware there was much more. I listened to her and consoled her for a few minutes and then hung up.
I continued having a sense of purpose beyond the emotional frenzy that was all around me. We needed to use the portal at the end of the canyon to assist those in transition.
9-11: Zendor to the Rescue!
As magnificent as our accomplishments may have been, especially with how everything just fell into place, it was just the beginning as we found out on the day of September 11, 2001. Several years later I still am awed and in a bit of human denial of the reality our time in the canyon presented to all of us. You’ll soon see exactly what I mean.
Expanding the Portal
On that fateful day I had no emotion when I heard what had happened. I knew instantly that I had to gather the others at the house and go to the end of the canyon, energize the portal, and attract those who were LA residents knowing that they would in turn act as a beacon for all the rest and they would have a smooth transition into the next world, free of fear. In looking back now, I acted from a place that few of us ever reach.
I am humbled that I was able to be as clear and compassionate, acting on the inner promptings to serve beyond the call of duty. I willingly gave everything I had to honor the call to my heart. Sometimes it isn’t easy as there are many that would deem me insane for doing so.
I’ve been institutionalized in my late teens for such things by my adoptive parents. It didn’t take me long to realize that I truly had a gift and I desired to honor it at any cost. I gave my life to serve truth and I was not willing to sacrifice my inner connections for anyone or anything.
I woke the others, explained what had happened so far that day, and we journey back to the spot as I explained what my intentions were. I told them I had no idea what was going to happen, only that we needed to be present and open ourselves to help.
We walked in reverent silence the majority of the way to the spot, with discussions only about how we were going to participate in this momentous experience as servants, calling upon everything inside ourselves to rise to the occasion. The journey took about fifteen minutes and by the time we arrived it already was apparent we were all in a very heightened spiritual state.
We sat in the spot, held hands and offered prayers individually. Then I began calling upon all the kingdoms, naming them one by one, asking for the assistance in helping these souls enter the next world. I called upon the elemental, the mineral, the plant, the animal, and the human kingdoms first. As I began to go deeper into the experience, my observer-self became active as well. I watched as our intentions began to work, attracting hundreds of souls into the light of the portal through us.
I began to tremble and filled with grief and sorrow so strongly that my body was writhing with convulsive crying… releasing the fear and sorrow of all those who were coming through this gateway. It felt like a great torrent of water flowing through me and it was all the others could do to keep me grounded, observing and participating in silence as they were offering their own help and love.
It was so intense for me that I felt that I could have joined them at any moment, releasing all attachment to being in my body. It was sooooo tempting to go with them.
Perspectives Beyond the Physical
I was viewing the experience from a vantage point high above the earth and saw many coming from the New York area, as well as the other two sites. They created such a stream of spirit flow that it began to move into a wider area. Before I knew it, I saw the spirit flow come from around the entire globe. My body became so fluid that I thought I might leave too… physically.
Fortunately I stayed to enjoy the show. At one point, it felt like I was done and I began to come back into my body and a more conscious awareness of my immediate surroundings, with the others that had joined in.
I opened my eyes and met with their eyes as well, nodding in acknowledgment and thankfulness for their participation. I brought some tobacco with us to offer a gift to Great Spirit and rolled a smoke to share with the others. As we were finishing, another woman walked up.
She stated that she’d left work, knowing that she would be needed here as well, so joining in our spirit-bound love expression for these unfortunate ones, whether or not they were fulfilling their own contracts with God was of no concern to us. We just knew it was our duty to perform this ceremony to help their transition.
We then joined hands again, offered a few more prayers individually, and I began calling upon the next levels of kingdoms. I called upon the Spirit World, the Ascended Masters, the Celestial Host, the Cosmic Beings and the Galactic Kingdoms.
What also happened during our process was, as I was praying, I began to speak in several different languages, none of which I had ever heard before. I’ve been a metaphysician for many years and had never heard these languages. I had called on the these other kingdoms, as well as those I’d asked for help from in our first round of this awesome endowment of love.
I suppose that I had some internal connections through the spirit circuits that had been activated that allowed me to speak in several of the tongues that my soul knew. I am constantly amazed at how our internal connections with ALL THAT IS can guide and direct us to do work that most would consider paranormal fiction.
I’ve always held the notion that we must have many more senses available to use. There is so much more to our Nature as we consider that we have 5 senses and 10% brain use.
It seems preposterous to think that we could have so little connection to our own minds, hearts, and bodies with the parameters that modern science has given us.
Unfortunately, many have willingly accepted their own inability to grow and have allowed the lie to perpetuate. The ‘lie’ being that we are anything less than Gods and Goddesses in embryo.
When it was all over, after about another half an hour or so, I opened my eyes to see looks of amazement and immense gratitude in the faces of the others, simply to have been able to help. When I stood up, I collapsed immediately. I put my arms around the two males that were there, as they helped me to walk some distance.
I bounced up and down, slamming my feet on the ground to bring my body back into functional capacity. I didn’t speak for several hours afterward. That day is eternally locked into all of our hearts.
Reflections from Elsewhere
Several months later I was still not able to fully comprehend what had been accomplished that day. A few weeks after the event there was a message that got passed around many online metaphysical circles. It was a channeling that apparently acknowledged the portal being opened for the release of those caught in the wake of the event of 9-11.
Indeed, we had been thanked by those far greater in scope than our mere human nature can realize now. I knew from the signs of the faces in the smoke that it was much more of an event on a cosmic scale than anyone had anticipated.
I recalled seeing a huge mass of white light flowing around the entire planet being released. It made me wonder about the scriptural event of the dead in Christ being ‘taken up’ before the great trials of humankind begin.
I believe we are in those times now. We will witness many more things yet. Seek to align with the thread of life within you now. Honor your connection with the Divine Will that guides your every thought and action in these times. Steady yourself in the unconditional love for yourself and your perceived enemies.
As Jesus said, “When your enemy is thirsty, give him water. When he is hungry, give him food.” Love your neighbor as yourself and live in the knowledge that you are God just as much as your enemy is God.
Continued separation is only an example of the polarity paradigm paralysis that humankind is caught in. This is the GREAT LIE.
We are ONE and God WILL dwell with man.